Ryce Reville
Newcomer
PL: 10,011
Primal Oni (x2T)
Tag: @mrcamm4
Posts: 26 
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Post by Ryce Reville on Jan 21, 2019 15:16:50 GMT -6
Ryce looked down at the grocery list in his hand again, grumbling quietly under his breath in annoyance as his eyes scanned the list. His luck had finally run out when it came to their bi-monthly lottery, so the youngest Reville had been sent out to run a few errands. So far, he had dropped off the dry cleaning and put in an order for Srimpee's birthday cake. Now, he needed to grab some general groceries to keep the family stocked for the next two weeks. Ryce mumbled the list out as he walked along, scratching his head with one hand as he sighed and tucked the piece of paper into his pocket. He really hated doing grocery runs. The tedium of just grabbing food before flying back home with a bunch of bags in his hands could not have been more boring. What he wouldn't give for something more interesting to do...
Almost as if in answer, a powerful gust of wind blew across the street, sending a small piece of paper spiraling in the gust hitting Ryce right in the face. The young hybrid grumbled in annoyance, about to crumble the sheet of paper up and toss it aside when writing on it caught his eye. The piece of paper was an advertisement for an unofficial fighting tournament, sponsored by a small gym not too far from where he was. No cash prize, but the winner would get a year's membership for free. Not that Ryce cared about that. It was almost as if whatever gods were above them had granted the young man his wish. Almost giddy with excitement, Ryce ran along the street towards the indicated address.
After a few minutes, Ryce found the gym and entered. Already, a small crowd had gathered, making idle chit chat with a sign up table to the left and a tournament bracket behind it. Ryce walked over to the table, waving cheerily to the person sitting. "Hello! I'd like to sign up for your tournament," he said, to which the person nodded and handed Ryce some paperwork.
"Fill this out and return it to me, along with the 300 zeni entry fee," the receptionist said. Ryce nodded, quickly scribbling out his information on the sheet and pulling a bit of his own money out of his pocket. The receptionist nodded again before standing and turning around, writing his name into the bracket. "Good luck."
"Thanks!" Ryce replied before leaving the table and joining the small crowd. From what he could sense, none of these guys seemed all that strong, but there was still a bit of time before it started. Maybe someone else would show up and make the tournament more interesting.
PL: 10,011
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Xi-Tian
Newcomer
PL: 5,000
Radiant Form (x2P) Lunar Form (x4P)
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Post by Xi-Tian on Jan 21, 2019 15:41:47 GMT -6
In. Out. In. Out. In...
Xi-Tian's breathing continued in a lax, drawn-out manner as he proceeded down one of the many sidewalks in South City, keeping his cool as his body still sparked with excess energy. It turns out listening to a creepy old witch lady and getting high off a lamp that had something to do with a Demon Star was a great way to gain a bit more oomph. A bit... too much considering he spiked nearly fifty times over his original limits and tended to... glow rather brightly when doing so. He didn't exactly know why or what the symbols meant when they appeared on his body, but he wouldn't be one to turn down an even larger boost to his already formidable one. The woman had been quick to point out that if he wanted his 'true' full power he'd need a "Devil Lamp"... which she conveniently sold. Funny how that works.
His purpose for coming to a city center today was concrete - he wished to test out his newfound power in a tournament. Though not expecting much out of the local population, stronger beings and Aliens tended to get kicks out of beating the snot out of each other in fights - especially if there was any sort of prize involved. Xi-Tian was vaguely aware it was some sum of money, but it wasn't like he exactly needed it.
Finding the gym hosting the whole charade, Xi-Tian wordlessly strolled inside - murmuring only bare necessities as he forked over the cash for sign-up, moving to join the crowd of waiting contestants. He couldn't sense power as others could, but a quick survey of most of they revealed none were too impressive. He might not even need to transform further to win at this rate.
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Post by Majin Zin on Jan 22, 2019 15:57:01 GMT -6
She had been nibbling on a chocolate nub the last of her giant crate of chocolate, it had almost made her tear at the thought such a great thing had come to an end. Fortunately she was full having been munching for a few hours, after coming back from a near death experience it was normal for a majin to eat a lot... She found herself in the city once again looking to signs and through glass to see tables filled with people and food, it seemed if she couldn’t find anything good she could always just make something good. It was then that she stopped in front of a gym, her icy glare looking over the poster of an upcoming tournament. Her face twisted into a hook face grin as she entered the establishment, it was surprisingly busy as she roamed through the crowd onto one of the tables to sign up. “ that’d be 300 zeni maam” She made a bothered look at him as she placed the money on the table with a thud, that dug into her emergency chocolate fund. It was then that she noticed a glowing figure in a cloak seeming to be talking to himself sign up for the tournament she sighed why was the city always full of weirdos. Her icy scanned over the other participants as she noticed only two potential challenges in the whole group. Her arms folded as she walked over and waited silently for the tournament to begin, this would be interesting after all… She started to chew on the chocolate nub again as she just put the whole of the last of the bar in her mouth in a chomp " mmm chocolate"
She put her finger to her lip as she thought of what she would do with her prize money " hey, is there a prize for winning?" she looked over to the man who she signed up with in a frantic manner. Why didn’t she ask before signing up?! He smiled to her as he said something only for it to be drowned out by the many voices surrounding him, she face palmed what if the winner got something useless… what was I thinking?! She moved her tendril side to side as she simply went with it for now she looked down to the cloaked figure again. was he stronger than he looked? She closed her eyes as she folded her hands in front of her in a prayer like motion, she concentrated on her energies . In her own mind all she saw was white and her floating in the middle of it there was a water like sound in her head like a ocean flowing toward the shore. For once her body filled with calmness oblivious to all outside distraction she heard a cackle as she opened her eyes in the white space she had made only to notice a figure standing above her, with many tendril coming from its head. She reached up and punched it for it to fade into the whiteness of the space. What was that she thought , what was it suppose to mean? Her eyes opened to be surrounded by the other contestants she eyed a local table filled with water as she stretched her arm out grabbing one of the bottle as she gulped down its contents , she let out a pleased sound as she wiped her mouth. They were still standing here? She sighed as she was beginning to just want to walk right out of this contest. She folded her hands as she looked over to one of the many contestants “… what brings you to this tournament?” the much taller and muscular man looked down to the grey majin as he shrugged “fighting some people and getting a year free from this gym seems like a good idea to me" she looked at him in smirked as she thought , “maybe I could work this ” The small time gym looked by its name sake, it had a two benches and two other contraptions which seem to work leg muscles, it also had what looked to her like some kind of torture device, the person had to run on it in high speeds or be thrown off in a huff. This is what earthlings used to train? She wondered how a people who knew how to build flying cars and hold giant objects within a capsule could not be better at training. Xi-Tian , Ryce Reville |
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Post by Yangcong on Jan 25, 2019 1:00:43 GMT -6
Fang's Pl is 19,555 Pl and out of respect for the 15k rule, I will locked my transformation so I can't use it for the tournament. Yang's pl is 100
Zzzzz.....Zzzzzzz......Zzzzzz.. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The LOUD noise of the door of Yang's bedroom was so loud that if the neighbors were home right now, they would be looking outside to see what the hell was going on. Yang awoken from his nap and being half asleep and to the sound of the loud door being banged on. Yang was frighten, he had no idea who it was for he couldn't sense ki nor did he have a scouter, he yelled like an old man who was terrified.
"I AM AN OLD MAN AND I'M NOT DRESSED FOR ANYONES EYES. IF YOU OPEN THIS DOOR, I WILL HAVE TO CHOICE BUT TO HURT YOU."
Yang immediately got into a defensive fighting position and the door flinging wide open and flying across the room as Fang ignored the threat and smirk at Yang.
"Why the hell do you keep your bedroom door locked?"
"So I can rest in peace without being bothered. Just what the hell do you want?""
"Oh ye the news, theres a local tournament happening and its a free gym membership for one year!"
"Why don't we just forget about it. and you don't even need to go to the gym! LOOK AT YOU. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ATE A GYM"
"YOU NEED TO GO TO THE GYM. LOOK HOW OLD AND BONY YOU LOOK!"
FINE! If you want to waste time then lets go do it... But i'm only going there to watch."
"Tell you what, if I win the tournament, then you have to get in shape!"
Yang had sighed and got dressed in a samurai style type of robe.
"Agreed."
The both of them headed to the sign up place for the tournament and after the paying the fee, they sat at a bench away from the others. Fang was currently wearing the same black robe that Yang was wearing, but it was oversized.
Yang looked to the other contenders and then back at Fang.
"Well I can tell you right now. You are probably the biggest and tallest contender that they got here.."
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Ryce Reville
Newcomer
PL: 10,011
Primal Oni (x2T)
Tag: @mrcamm4
Posts: 26
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Post by Ryce Reville on Jan 31, 2019 9:03:04 GMT -6
Ryce looked around as more people wandered in, though it seemed like many were there to simply watch the spectacle of the tournament rather than participate. Aside from himself, there were seven others that had chosen to participate for the gym membership and the organizers were in the process of setting up the bracket. Ryce scratched his chin as he glanced around the area, using his senses to try and pinpoint persons of interest. Three others triggered in his head, standing out as pillars of power in a sea of mundaneness. From what he could tell, at least, they were also close to one another, so it wouldn't be an all out stomp by one person and Primal Oni might serve well to let Ryce gain a quick advantage against his opponents. "If everyone would please give me their attention. We will now be announcing our bracket for the tournament," a voice called out across the talkative crowd. Ryce turned to look at the source, chewing on the nail of his thumb in a nervous tick as he looked towards the large screen with the bracket.  So, Ryce would be going in the third round. All he can do is try to assess who he may be going against in the future and get in a quick warm up before it was his turn. (As the first round will be entirely PCs against NPCs, feel free to makeup personalities and descriptions for your respective NPCs) |
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