05-06 TOA R1: ultima_trev v. Malevolence

[LocoColt04]

And so it begins.

Standard tournament rules apply, yada yada, etc. Be sure to glance over the Tournament Information and Standings thread one last time before beginning the fight.


First come, first serve. I'm curious to see what kind of environments you create.


THIS ROUND ENDS ON THURSDAY, 02 SEPTEMBER 2005.

[Gorath Sodom]

Darkness. That is all there was. However, that soon changed. Little by little, minute after minute, the sunlight came into existence and crept through the shades of the room. The room of this girl.

As soon as the brightest rays shined on her eyes, she began tossing and turning in her bed. She didn't have any covers on. One could clearly see she was only dressed in small black panties and a tight fitting wife beater of the same pallet, which exposed more or less her entire abdomen. She had a fair, shiny tan complexion, shimmering black hair tied into pigtails, chocolate brown eyes, and a figure that just about any man would consider desirable.

The sound of a discreet bell fully awoke the girl from her slumber. She shifter her gaze a wee bit to the right to see her black cat approaching her.

“Azriella, you are going to be late. The plane leaving for the Tournament of Arms will depart in less than two hours,” said this cat.

The young women giggled. “You're so dependable, Crucifer.” She pet him, the effect of that was him emitting loud purrs.

Thereafter she got out of bed and stretched her petite, voluptuous frame. Azriella approached her closet and pondered, ' what to wear? '

--

Many hours later, the plane landed at the grand city in which the virtual battle stadium resided. She was dressed in a tank top similar to the one earlier, only this time it was colored purple. If one dared to looked closely enough, one could see the straps for her black lingerie bra. The rest of her attire was a black miniskirt, which barely covered her panties because they were so short, and black sandals. Needless to say, as she walked through the crowd, several males wooed her.

Crucifer was perched on her shoulder, noticing their lustful stares. ' How dare they look at my master with such tainted thoughts? '

They soon after boarded the bus which would take them to the final destination.

--

At the stadium, Azriella was being gazed upon as much as ever. It didn't really bother her, though she wished someone could appreciate her dark nature, not just her physical appearance.

She finally reached a Virtual Battle Station where she would battle with her first opponent. Being the egomanical shrew she was, she didn't bother doing any research on the opposition, believing she could overcome any adversary. “Well Crucifer, this is where we part.”

“Do be careful,” he said.

“That goes double for you.” She beamed at her feline companion.

He chuckled. “Farewell.” Crucifer jumped off her shoulder and ran to where ever there were mice.

“Please enter your registration,” inquired the monotone, feminine voice of the computer.

The young women inserted her smart card into the slot.

The computer confirmed. “Identity confirmed. Maiden of Gloom, please select a battle ground.”

“A space ship, something Star Wars-ish!”

Instantly she was transported into the interior of an ultra futuristic battle cruiser.

“Select Armor.”

“Set one, please.”

This time she reappeared as a women who was somewhat taller with longer white hair and purple eyes. Her figure was just as delectable as before, if not more so, and this time her attire was all the more revealing. She seemed to be clad in nothing but a leather bra and panties. In her hand she carried what appeared to be a katana, only it was quite a bit longer, the hilt being made from titanium and the translucent blade made from diamond.

' I sure hope my opponent makes haste in getting here, ' she thought.

[Malevolence]

((OOC: Pardon my long absence, I've been working at camp. Eww.))

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

SMACK.

Alex turned over in bed, and pulled the covers back over his head after hitting the snooze alarm. After a few seconds, he shot up and sat vertically, with a dazed, surprised, and altogether alarmed look on his face.

"Shit. Shit shit SHIT!"

Alex jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on his pair of jeans from the night before, his wallet still in the back pocket. He threw on a plain white t-shirt, buckeled his belt, grabbed a light black overcoat, and ran out the door, mumbling to himself about being late. But he had forgotten something rather important. He ended up actually runing into the door headfirst as he had forgotten to put on his glasses. He stumbled back over to his bed, grabbed his thick-rimmed black glasses from his nighttable, and rushed back out the door - remembering to open it this time.

As he ran through the circular halls of his building, Alex passed a multitude of closed doors, night hall-lights, and loud snoring noises. He then began to realize that it might not have been the best idea to take a flight that left at 5:45 in the morning from an airport half an hour from his apartment. As he walked into the elevator, he realized he was about to participate in a tournament requiring extreme mental strength on about 6 hours of sleep. The door dinged, and he promptly found himself at the bottom of the building within a good 3 seconds, feeling nothing due to the inertial dampeners installed on the elevator.

As he passed the front desk, he saw the clerk, Bowman, just beginning to start up the front systems of the complex.

"Morning, Mr. Nolan," he said.

"Morning, Bowman." Alex hoped Bowman wouldn't stop him on his way out, but of course, his hopes were dashed when he ehard the mag-locks on the front doors click.

"Leaving so quickly? Where's the fire?"

"In a plane's engine, Bowman," Alex said, "and I have to get there...pretty close to now."

"Oh, you're in that Tournament Army thing, right?"

"Tournament of Arms, Bowman."

"Right. Well...wouldn't want to keep you."

"You just did."

"Hmmph," Bowman replied, and unlocked the doors. The maglocks disengaged with a soft hiss, and Alex rushed out the door. As soon as he got outside, he was hit with a blast of cold air, and a prickling light snow. He muttered to himself, and pulled a long, thin gray scarf out of the inside picket of his coat. He wrapped it around his neck twice as he kept walking, letting the two tails flap out behind him in the wind.

-----------

When Alex finally got on the plane, he was greeted by the smell of recycled air and old seats. As he settled into his complementary business-class upgrade, he noticed a mask in front of him. He hadn't been on a plane in over 10 years, so he was, to say the least, a little confused. Just as thoughts of rescue breathers raced through his mind, a voice came over the intercom:

"Good morning, this is your captain speaking. In preparation for our exiting of the atmosphere, we must ask that all passengers in the forward half of the plane put on their oxygen masks. In the event of a pressure loss, all bulkheads will be sealed and jettissoned, to be recovered by a skipper satellite within 1 solar day, so don't worry one bit. Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for a stratosphere break."

Alex had forgotten that in recent years, atmospheric skippers traveling at Mach 7 had been put into use as commercial aircraft. As he sat back, he looked around. All the people on this Skipper should be either on their way to fight in or watch the Tournament of Arms. He could easily tell the fighters from the spectators - the spectators looked normal, and most of the other fighters were either dressed like they were going to movie premieres or lived in a fantastical version of the 14th Century. Alex looked...somehow normal. As he placed the odd-looking mask over his face, all he could think about was "Shit, I chipped my nail polish," looking at his nails that he had painted black out of sheer boredom the night before. He promptly dozed off.

----------------

Alex awoke to find himself draped over the shoulder of a very large man.

"What the hell?" He struggled, but couldn't quite move. At all.

"Don't bother, you have atmospheric bends."

"What?"

"Your body isn't really able to make any gross muscle movements. You have nitrogen bubbles in your blood. First time on a Skipper plane?"

"Yeah...now what?"

"Well, you don't really need to move to fight in the Tournament, do you?"

"You're on staff?"

"They expected some Bends cases. You're the third. You get suspended in Nitrox gel in the interface tube, so your muscle movements won't matter that much anyway."

"Oh...K..."

--------------

Alex was set up for interface, when suddenly his vision stopped. He reappeared in the form of Taere Flarion, wearing nothing but an underarmour suit, in a blank white room.

"Identity Confirmed, Taere Flarion. Setting confirmed by primary user, Maiden of Gloom." The white space around Taere was promptly replaced by the bridge of what seemed to eb an ultra-futuristic battlecruiser - technologically far beyond the simple ion-driven craft in use at the time. Before him stood what could only be described as an extremely awkward and confusing situation. A woman with white hair, purple eyes, and a large diamond-edged katana stood before him wearing nothing but a skimpy dominatrix outfit. Needless to say, Taere felt strange. After staring for a bit, he recovered his senses, and said:

"Set One, please."

"Confirmed. Loading Set One."

Massive silver and red armour materialized on Taere's body, plating almost every inch of him with an imposing edifice of Idari Battle Armour.

"Ahem," Taere stuttered. "Shall we?"

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OOC: I congratulate you for making this entry more colorful than your previous ones. I also like how you added a couple of details to the environment.)))

The Maiden of Gloom smirked at his inquiry. “Yes, let's.” She adjusted her katana, prepared to strike any given moment. Her right foot was hard pressed in front of her before she dashed towards her opponent.

Taere, though a little off guard earlier, seemed to be ready for a counter attack. He held his crystal blade firmly and most skillfully, making it apparent he was a veteran combatant.

Azriella's alter ego swung her blade at her heavily armored adversary, though it seemed her opponent had more speed than she anticipated. 'Damn!'

He sidestepped her swing flawlessly.

The woman, assuming he could counter in less than a second, quickly used a small portion of her spiritual energy and engulfed the blade in flames. Again, her blade was swung towards her opponent, though with a bit more intensity this time.

[LocoColt04]

Wow, Mal, I know you've been busy... but I was really hoping this could be an epic recreation of the TOA final that never came to be five months ago. That's why I paired you guys up to start the tournament off. I thought it'd be a great way to get things rolling. But... since it didn't work out that way, I'll just get to the point.


I mentioned during the last TOA that there would be a change in the way these things were judged, and made note of it this time as well. That intro posts wouldn't affect judgment. That intro posts existed merely to set things up, and shouldn't have anything to do with the fight itself. That intro posts were merely formalities.

And since Malevolence ONLY posted an introductory post, he should, in theory, lose.

But for the sake of fairness, we've decided to give this a good look anyway.


post001 - ultima_trev

Not your best of intros, but since they don't mean anything for tournament judgment anyway, I certainly can't hold that against you. Talking cat, eh? Different. The only thing that really disappoints me is that you didn't go into more detail about your environment as you're usually so good for. ^_^;;


post002 - Malevolence

For future reference, "shit" isn't blocked by the censor, and hasn't been for years. Aside from that, I really love the setup. There is one thing that confuses me though... leaving the atmosphere. Why? In case you forgot to brush up on your information, the tournament takes place on Earth. That hurts you a bit. Though you never specifically state that you leave the planet, it's implied.

About the "real" world:

• Alter-egos are never seen in the real world.
• Characters are situated together in a large facility on Earth. All characters are from Earth (remember, it's the alter-egos that can be from anywhere). Within this large facility are dozens of holodecks, as well as a hotel area with restaurants, so that everyone has a place to stay for the duration of the tournament.

post003 - ultima_trev

Go easy on the setup of your opponent. Last we knew, he was just standing there, dumbfounded. Let him remain that way when you start your post. You swing... and then force him to dodge. You know, until I got to this point in the fight, I honestly figured you'd win due to Alex's lack of a battle post, but... sorry Trev. Godmodding makes you lose.


Victor: Malevolence