OPEN: End Of Year Tournament

[beautifulmidboss]

WHO: Open!
WHAT: Midboss hosts a tournament to celebrate the end of the year. Food stalls, games, danmaku and fighting. Fun for everyone...at least until Diablo shows up.
WHEN: Monday 29th - Tuesday 30th December
WHERE: Attleton Arena & the surrounding area
WARNINGS: Violence, chaos, fighting, Midboss' ego.

Even with the loss of the oversized statue of himself, Midboss had done his best to prepare Attleton for the tournament ahead. He'd made sure to order plenty of flowers from Terra, and thus roses of many colours lined the main road leading up to Arena.

Stalls had been popping up since the early hours of the morning, and by Monday afternoon, a colourful selection stood along the street - both for party games and street food. It was important to have a variety, even if it gave rise to a rather disorganised mish-mash of activity.

Monday night opened with fireworks, announcing the beginning of an evening Danmaku showcase to warm up the atmosphere. Koishi had been given largely free-reign over the event, for better or for worse.

Drinks and music ran late into Monday night, as the Arena was cleared for people to mingle, with a pop-up bar provided for everyone's enjoyment.

The stalls returned Tuesday lunchtime, with the tournament proper set to run all afternoon and into the evening if need be.

It promised to be an interesting event, and the Guardian could be found flaunting his way around the city right up until the fighting was ready to begin.

[OOC: Here's the Tournament log! I'll put some comments with headers for people to mingle under, but if you want to make your own that's cool too - feel free to organise whatever fights you want, and have fun :)

As per earlier discussions - Koishi will be running Danmaku craziness, and at some point during the tournament Diablo is going to drop in to ruin Midboss' fun, so feel free to give Diablo-mun a poke if you want to get involved.]

Comments

[lord_of_terror]

When Vyers turns around, he would find that he was not alone in the arena. However, who was challenging him would be almost impossible to decipher at first. They weren't very tall, and seemed to have a fairly lean frame, but beyond that, the black cloak they wore concealed any and all features. They said nothing for a long moment, simply standing there, peering at the former Overlord with a piercing gaze from beneath the cloak's hood.

[beautifulmidboss]

Well. He hadn't even sense this arrival make his appearance...that was worrying in itself. And why go to such efforts to hide himself like this?

A small twinge of fear that Lucifer himself had come back, before he quickly reasoned that the man would not be this subtle if he were to make a reappearance.

"Hmhm, so, you have come to take the challenge...well then. En guarde!" He took on a battle stance, waiting to see if this stranger would make the first move.

[lord_of_terror]

A hush seemed to fall over the area as shadows swirled around the two. The figure made no movement. However in the silence voices could be heard, whispering to one another in a manner that made it impossible to tell what was being said, though one word - Lucifer - seemed to come up quite often.

The first move would be Mid-Boss'.

[beautifulmidboss]

Yeah, he heard that. A shiver ran up his spine. There was no way this was Lucifer, he reasoned, or anyone else he had a reason to be afraid of.

Whoever this was...he had to give the crowd a good show, and if this stranger wasn't making the first move, then it was his turn.

He dashed forward, readying a flurry of punches and kicks.

[lord_of_terror]

The cloaked figure didn't move, and if there was one thing that a skilled warrior should have picked up from those impacts it's that the figure beneath the cloak was not that of a warrior. This was a girl, barely an adult, who had - at most - shot an arrow or two in her life. She was not a fighter, but a scholar.

But with the last punch, her hand shot out, grabbing Vyers' wrist with a strength that should've been impossible. Golden eyes shone from under the hood and the face beneath was cracked, scared, and entirely deathlike. As her lips moved, an unholy deep and distorted voice hissed. "I'm going to make you wish I was just 'Lucifer.'"

As soon as the threat was uttered, smoke poured from every hole of the cloak, the figure growing and twisting into Diablo's true form. But Diablo wasn't alone. The smoke that had filled the area began to gain mass, coalescing into Shadow Fiends that crawled through the arena, slashing and clawing at any that got too close.