Re: The Grand Battle [Signups closed!]
07-12-2009, 12:07 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by cyber95.
"Have you all finalized your candidates?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Well then, let's get this show on the road. I'm sure you men are eager to witness this."
Darkness. A completely black void, lacking any light whatsoever. Somehow, 8 figures are visible, perfectly illuminated by nothing.
Seven of them slowly attempt to stand up, finding it difficult with no concept of any sort of ground nearby. Most of them begin to converse, trying to figure out where they are, who everybody is, and why they're there, except an undead man with a twisted smile who stands back from them, and stares, knowingly.
Suddenly, a shadow appears. In all the darkness, the shadow is somehow clearly visible, and it starts to speak.
"Welcome! I'm sure you're all very confused, and wondering where you are. The place you are in right no-"
"When do we get to fight?" the undead man cuts in.
The shadow stays silent for a few moments, in confusion, before speaking again.
"...as I was saying, the place you are in is a personal pocket dimension of mine. One of eight, in fact. This particular one I have dubbed The Holding Cell. You are all waiting to be thrown into a tournament to fight each other to the death, which shouldn't have been broadcasted to any of you," He cuts a sharp glare at the undead man, "You see, each of you has something special about them, and you were specially chosen to enter this tournament."
He turns toward the undead man, Lutherion Maw.
"You have been chosen because-"
"Because my arm possesses a truly great and frightening power that would prove useful and interesting in a combat setting. Your buddy already told me this."
Some faint voices are heard, coming from nowhere in particular. One of which is unmistakably the man who was just speaking.
"You weren't supposed to tell them anything!"
"I'm sorry, I just"
"Look, do you want me to throw you into this fight? I don't think you'd like it very much."
"I'm sorry, sir, something like this won't happen again!"
"Obviously not, because this is the last tournament you'll be attending!"
"Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, why you're all here."
He turned to a girl. A formerly human girl, changed by that which gives her power.
"You're a bit of an anomaly, Amethyst. Once a human, driven to become something different, simply because you needed some power. Sorry to pull you away from your little fight, but this was a good opportunity."
The focus shifted to a normal high school student, Nathan Finley.
"You're pretty average there, Nathan. Your father was a great demon hunter, was he not? Alas, he couldn't be here to fight, so we decided that you would be a good substitute. You may not have any fighting skill on your own, but that blade of yours, it's special. It could help you win this thing."
Nathan decided to speak up, "I'm... I'm not supposed to use it."
"Look around you! Do you see that man over there, missing an eye, grinning wildly? He's just waiting for this to start so he can slaughter you all. Are you really willing to just let him do that?"
Nathan looked at his feet in silence.
"You'll have plenty of time to decide in the battle."
A dragon girl, Alcarith, was next in the lineup.
"Ah, Alcarith. You've been working on honing your skills on your own, right?"
"That's correct," she confirmed.
"Well, we chose you because we'd like to see how far you've come. If you haven't come far enough, it's no big deal, it just means that you die. Hope you have fun with this."
In the room is a vacuum cleaner. Unexpectedly, it's the next one to be focused on. It goes by Eximo Pulvis.
"You... hold on, <font size="1">so when you said that you found a vacuum cleaner to fight, you weren't kidding?"
"No sir."
"It's intelligent, right?"
"Oh, definitely not. It is sentient however, and it's demonic. It can most certainly fight.
A sigh is heard.
"You... have been chosen for... honestly I don't know. Maybe it will become apparent to me during the actual tournament."
The brightest thing in the room is a spectral entity named Dorukomets.
"I was a little bit edgy on whether or not to allow you in this, considering you're technically already dead. I decided to allow it, because hey, maybe you could show of your great 'hero' skills."
He chuckles slightly.
"So yeah, good luck with that."
There's an old woman with a kite shield. She stands sternly. Her name is Emily Trenwye.
"Ah, Emily. You should feel good being in this. Look at all of these demonic beings around you? I'm sure your high priestess is doing fine back home in your own world, but I can see it in your eyes. You know these demons are scum, and you're going to take them on proudly to get rid of them."
Last of all, a semi-ordinary working man, Aeon Ferrous. The mysterious man's gaze switches to him.
"Hello Aeon. Never thought you'd be involved in something like this, did you? You're here because of your ability to adapt. You'll all be in various environments for the purposes of this tournament, and it'll be interesting to see somebody of your adaptability quickly figure your way around it all. You'll be a slippery one, but remember, it's not just about dodging. You've got to return the blow."
Everybody eyes each other cautiously, trying to judge who is a worthy friend, and who is a deadly foe. Should they fight, or should they attempt to rebel against this mysterious man?
"Now that you all know why you're here, I suppose it's time to get this show on the road."
"Welcome, to the Grand Battle."
Everything turns white, and the visions of each player fade for a moment, and they hear the voice once more.
"None of you have been here before, or any of the locations, for that matter. Nonetheless, you make get a strange sensation of familiarity from it..."
They suddenly find themselves in the first 'stage' of sorts.
It's a large grassy field. There aren't many landmarks, but one thing in particular stands out. A single tall house, with two illuminated windows that you can see.
A name whispers through the tall blades of grass. It sounds like it says 'Mutewood'.
</font>
"Have you all finalized your candidates?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Well then, let's get this show on the road. I'm sure you men are eager to witness this."
Darkness. A completely black void, lacking any light whatsoever. Somehow, 8 figures are visible, perfectly illuminated by nothing.
Seven of them slowly attempt to stand up, finding it difficult with no concept of any sort of ground nearby. Most of them begin to converse, trying to figure out where they are, who everybody is, and why they're there, except an undead man with a twisted smile who stands back from them, and stares, knowingly.
Suddenly, a shadow appears. In all the darkness, the shadow is somehow clearly visible, and it starts to speak.
"Welcome! I'm sure you're all very confused, and wondering where you are. The place you are in right no-"
"When do we get to fight?" the undead man cuts in.
The shadow stays silent for a few moments, in confusion, before speaking again.
"...as I was saying, the place you are in is a personal pocket dimension of mine. One of eight, in fact. This particular one I have dubbed The Holding Cell. You are all waiting to be thrown into a tournament to fight each other to the death, which shouldn't have been broadcasted to any of you," He cuts a sharp glare at the undead man, "You see, each of you has something special about them, and you were specially chosen to enter this tournament."
He turns toward the undead man, Lutherion Maw.
"You have been chosen because-"
"Because my arm possesses a truly great and frightening power that would prove useful and interesting in a combat setting. Your buddy already told me this."
Some faint voices are heard, coming from nowhere in particular. One of which is unmistakably the man who was just speaking.
"You weren't supposed to tell them anything!"
"I'm sorry, I just"
"Look, do you want me to throw you into this fight? I don't think you'd like it very much."
"I'm sorry, sir, something like this won't happen again!"
"Obviously not, because this is the last tournament you'll be attending!"
"Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, why you're all here."
He turned to a girl. A formerly human girl, changed by that which gives her power.
"You're a bit of an anomaly, Amethyst. Once a human, driven to become something different, simply because you needed some power. Sorry to pull you away from your little fight, but this was a good opportunity."
The focus shifted to a normal high school student, Nathan Finley.
"You're pretty average there, Nathan. Your father was a great demon hunter, was he not? Alas, he couldn't be here to fight, so we decided that you would be a good substitute. You may not have any fighting skill on your own, but that blade of yours, it's special. It could help you win this thing."
Nathan decided to speak up, "I'm... I'm not supposed to use it."
"Look around you! Do you see that man over there, missing an eye, grinning wildly? He's just waiting for this to start so he can slaughter you all. Are you really willing to just let him do that?"
Nathan looked at his feet in silence.
"You'll have plenty of time to decide in the battle."
A dragon girl, Alcarith, was next in the lineup.
"Ah, Alcarith. You've been working on honing your skills on your own, right?"
"That's correct," she confirmed.
"Well, we chose you because we'd like to see how far you've come. If you haven't come far enough, it's no big deal, it just means that you die. Hope you have fun with this."
In the room is a vacuum cleaner. Unexpectedly, it's the next one to be focused on. It goes by Eximo Pulvis.
"You... hold on, <font size="1">so when you said that you found a vacuum cleaner to fight, you weren't kidding?"
"No sir."
"It's intelligent, right?"
"Oh, definitely not. It is sentient however, and it's demonic. It can most certainly fight.
A sigh is heard.
"You... have been chosen for... honestly I don't know. Maybe it will become apparent to me during the actual tournament."
The brightest thing in the room is a spectral entity named Dorukomets.
"I was a little bit edgy on whether or not to allow you in this, considering you're technically already dead. I decided to allow it, because hey, maybe you could show of your great 'hero' skills."
He chuckles slightly.
"So yeah, good luck with that."
There's an old woman with a kite shield. She stands sternly. Her name is Emily Trenwye.
"Ah, Emily. You should feel good being in this. Look at all of these demonic beings around you? I'm sure your high priestess is doing fine back home in your own world, but I can see it in your eyes. You know these demons are scum, and you're going to take them on proudly to get rid of them."
Last of all, a semi-ordinary working man, Aeon Ferrous. The mysterious man's gaze switches to him.
"Hello Aeon. Never thought you'd be involved in something like this, did you? You're here because of your ability to adapt. You'll all be in various environments for the purposes of this tournament, and it'll be interesting to see somebody of your adaptability quickly figure your way around it all. You'll be a slippery one, but remember, it's not just about dodging. You've got to return the blow."
Everybody eyes each other cautiously, trying to judge who is a worthy friend, and who is a deadly foe. Should they fight, or should they attempt to rebel against this mysterious man?
"Now that you all know why you're here, I suppose it's time to get this show on the road."
"Welcome, to the Grand Battle."
Everything turns white, and the visions of each player fade for a moment, and they hear the voice once more.
"None of you have been here before, or any of the locations, for that matter. Nonetheless, you make get a strange sensation of familiarity from it..."
They suddenly find themselves in the first 'stage' of sorts.
It's a large grassy field. There aren't many landmarks, but one thing in particular stands out. A single tall house, with two illuminated windows that you can see.
A name whispers through the tall blades of grass. It sounds like it says 'Mutewood'.
</font>
![[Image: egg009.png?raw=1]](https://www.dropbox.com/s/vv5nrc21is090vz/egg009.png?raw=1)
PowerfulFriendly Baby Also this? ![[Image: rTyHuiB.png]](https://i.imgur.com/rTyHuiB.png)