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Post by Retasu on May 2, 2018 21:15:43 GMT -5
It was certainly time, indeed. After months of preparation and patience the day for the long awaited Tenkaichi Budokai had finally arrived. It was a yearly event on Earth-2's mother planet, however today would mark the very first variation of the event on Earth-2 itself. In recognition of a peace filled first century on the planet, the current King of Earth-2, King Tsuno, had announced the tournament right as a new year had began, ushering in the Age 1,000 of the Universe. Currently, the King sat in his suite with his family and comrades, having given the pre-tournament speeches and the like before the fighters engaged in the preliminary matches where only EIGHT out of nearly hundreds had emerged. These fighters were proven to be the best of the best, and unlike previous Tenkaichi Budokai tournaments on Earth, this one was open to literally ALL fighters under the heavens, calling out to the best fighters on all planets to test their might. Not many had answered the call, as only three KNOWN aliens had made their way into the Final Eight, while among them were others not directly from Earth-2 itself, whether they knew that to be true or not. The stands were packed with eager spectators on either side of the large, rectangular shaped tiled ring. A pathway led to the waiting area for all fighters, but currently all eight of them were in the ring itself with a blonde man in a suit and... sunglasses was standing, holding a microphone. This man came from a long line of Tenkaichi Budokai announcers, and when his family had settled on Earth-2 it was with the hope that they would also be able to continue their lineage as the voices of the Tenkaichi Budokai. However, nostalgia aside, this was not about Mr. Announcer, rather it was about the competitors in the ring with him as he screamed out. "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE AS WE MADE OUR WAY FROM AN INCREDIBLE SERIES OF PRELIMINARY MATCHES TO GIVE TO YOU THE GREATEST OF THE GREAT, THE CREAM OF THE CROP! THESE FINAL EIGHT FIGHTERS WILL BE OUR FIGHTERS FOR EARTH-2'S FIRST EVER TENKAICHI BUDOKAI!!" Screaming into the microphone, the crowed would erupt into a fight of cheers, leaving the announcer standing their grinning before he continued. "A reminder of the rules! There is no killing whatsoever, and any fighter that is thought to be attempting to break this rule will be disqualified! There is no use of armor or weapons of any kinds, or any outside items whatsoever! A fighter will lose if they physically give up, are knocked out, cannot physically compete or are thrown out of the ring itself ! As with tradition, each fighter will come up when they are called and pick a ball out of this box with a number on it. They will show it to me and then take their place back in line! After all fighters have picked their numbers we will announce who will be facing who and get ready for the first round of matches which will lead us into the finals! And speaking of the finals, this year's prizes will go to SECOND and FIRST PLACE ONLY. Our wonderful, gracious King Tsuno was nice enough to donate the winnings, and so it's my pleasure to announce that second place will receive 10million (OOCly 10k) Zeni, while first place will receive 20million (OOCly 20k) Zeni! Along with that, the first place prize will also receive a special relic of Earth-2 itself, a powerful item known as a Dragon Ball!" Up at the open air suite of King Tsuno were two large tables, each of them held the announced prize money, with the first place table also having a shiny, orange sphere atop of it adorned with four stars on it, the mysterious Dragon Ball! Mr. Announcer would allow the crowd to react once more before looking at his clipboard and continuing. "So, without any more pauses in the action, let's get started! First up is a home grown member of Earth-2 and a student of the famed Kame School! Ladies and gentleman, please welcome up Dian Xin !"
Everyone called must roll 1d100. We will determine who fights who based on roll orders, lowest to highest. Any doubles will need to be re-rolled. You have 48 hours to roll once you are called, if you do not I will roll for you and it will count as 1 of the 3 skips you are given for the whole tournament before you forfeit altogether. Dian, technically we are starting on 05/05, so you can post now or wait until then but you have until 05/07 to do so regardless. LET'S DO IT.
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on May 6, 2018 21:30:32 GMT -5
The crowd around him boomed and Dian Xin's purple halfblood eyes went wide with excitement. The dogi of the Turtle School, freshly pressed and cleaned for the big day, clung to him frame and displayed that: yes, indeed, he belong to the famed Turtle School.
His heart racing, the crimson haired hybrid approached the stage and strode over to the box with a wide grin; stoicism had never been his strong suit. His trembling hand went into the box and soon returned to the daylight with a single ball.
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Post by Retasu on May 6, 2018 22:09:02 GMT -5
Mr. Announcer nodded to Dian with a smile as he took the orb from the young man, looking over at the number and jotting something down onto his clipboard. The orb was given to the man in charge of the box filled with numbers before they continued. "Next, we have our FIRST off worlder who is a part of this tournament. He hails from the planet Daikondu and is of the mighty Saiyajin race!" The crowed gave a mixed reaction at that. Those who knew anything about the Saiyajin knew there was plenty to fear. "Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you, Retasu!"
Dian Xin: 51
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Post by Retasu on May 6, 2018 22:12:34 GMT -5
The reaction from the crowd didn't go unnoticed, Retasu peered upwards at the stands for a moment as his name was called before moving forward. He wasn't dressed in his usual attire, as armor of any type was banned from the tournament itself. Instead, he was given a plain training dogi, black in color with no undershirt, tied together with a red obi around his waist and red wrist bands. His feet were in some sort of training boots, akin to the type that Capsule Corporation made. Perhaps the entire ensemble was put together by them for off worlders with no competition gear of their own. Retasu noticed, though, that the inhabitant of Earth-2, most of them anyway, resembled himself though with the lack of a tail. His own poked out from the man made hole in the back of his dogi, moving freely behind him. He'd approach the table, reaching into the box and pulling out his own number. He'd hand it off to the announcer and go back to his place in line with the other fighters. PeWQDgC71d100
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Post by Retasu on May 6, 2018 22:15:03 GMT -5
Just as he did previously, Mr. Announcer would take the number Retasu had drawn and jot something down. "Next we have someone from... erm... well, parts unknown really. We're not sure what he is, but he's fearsome to say the least! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our next competitor; Mazohn !"
Retasu: 33 Dian Xin: 51
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on May 7, 2018 16:14:53 GMT -5
Mazohn strode out from the shadows of the entry corridor, squinting up at the bright sun shining overhead. This pathetic earth-bound tournament was something he usually avoided, he found no enjoyment in obliterating novice fighters anymore, but there were a few things about this one that intrigued him. For one, several non-earthlings had elected to join the tournament, such as the strange half-demon and the Sayian king that had refused him so rudely before. Such challenges could be useful in breaking his current limits, especially if it was against that upstart of a king....
The demon attacted quite a lot of attention, his tattoed body and horns not exactly a common sight for this peanut gallery. The demon ignored the whispers, instead picking up the stupid ball and taking his place in line.
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Post by Retasu on May 7, 2018 17:04:16 GMT -5
Mr. Announcer nearly broke out into a heavy sweat at the sight of Mazohn, having just really looked him over fully for the first time. He was unlike anything he had ever seen in this tournament, even scarier than the actual ALIENS that had entered, like the lone Arcosian in the Final 8. Regardless, with a gulp, he took down Mazohn's number and continued, glad to see the frightening being shuffle off. "Heh... well, then. Ahem. Next, we have our only female fighter that made it into the Final 8! Ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful and dangerous warrioress; Giya !"
Retasu: 33 Dian Xin: 51 Mazohn: 56
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on May 7, 2018 18:41:07 GMT -5
It was finally her turn. Giya was going to go out onto the fighting stage before her and dominate the tourney that exposed Earth II's greatest warriors. For now, she played the regular run-of-the-mill human woman who was coming out to showcase her skills; however, she really worked under the planet's great general Awamori whilst actually working in the grand scheme of things for the N-PTO. It sounded long and confusing to the most ordinary of people but the fact she wasn't human but instead a human cyborg made her understand it quite easily she was double crossing everyone save her original benefactors.
To top things off the young, beautiful woman had to deal with a secondary problem that should have normally made any lady unable to compete. She was pregnant. The tourney judges say this the moment she came in wearing a tight black jacket vest and white shorts and boots gifted to her by Awamori's associates. They had made her stop and when she tried to sign up would not hear her out until she said, "If you think I can't compete then show me the regular test you decide to use on people to determine if they can't." This made them give in and lead her to their testing grounds where she simply knocked over a few training dummies with a series of kicks using such finesse and skill level so great they could almost not see it. It allowed her entry and after two or three rounds got her into the final eight.
She had not yet used her full strength and only in the last fight she had been in before her name was called was she forced to fire energy blasts at her opponent to knock them down. Her eyes rolled when she heard her name called and she stepped out on stage with her hands in the air and an air of mirth around her. It was fake but the people looking out onto the stage shouting, "Giya! Giya! Giya!" didn't need to know.
"HELLO! I'm here my audience!!!" she cried blowing them a few kisses with her hands.
"We are glad to have you!" they shouted back. Many just because the liked to witness a cute or beautiful woman enter the tournament each year. Most though this year because they could see had heard from previous rounds about a young lady who had come out of nowhere and was pregnant no less beating up people. It was so impossible to believe they just had to come and watch.
She soon approached the table after her shout out and placed her hand into the shadowy box the judge wished her to pull from. Out came a number and she soon was set for her spot in the final eight. All that was left was for her to fight and claim the coveted money and prizes of first place she truly wanted for herself and her organization.
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Post by Retasu on May 7, 2018 18:47:21 GMT -5
Mr. Announcer could only offer a bright smile of his own in response to the woman's own cheery nature and beautiful appearance. Was she married, perhaps? The thought of a pregnant woman competing was still unsettling, but she had signed every waiver under the sun seemed fully capable enough! In the spirit of competition King Tsuno accepted her terms. He shook his head, however getting back into "the zone" as he was handed her number and jotted something down before continuing. "Thank you, Giya-chan~..! AHEM! ERM! Now, everyone, please welcome one of the other aliens to have made it to the Final Eight competitors. From the Planet Gokkano ... ladies and gentlemen, Tundra !"
Retasu: 33 - 3d48 Dian Xin: 51 - 3d43 Mazohn: 56 - 3d43 Giya: 68 - 4d49
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on May 7, 2018 19:27:01 GMT -5
Tundra leans silently against the far wall as the thrums of cheers begin to rise, occasionally overtaking the artificial booming of the announcer's own voice. He watches the other competitors step forward as they are called - suffice to say that these other warriors essentially tower over Tundra in height. To his displeasure, the competition staff demanded that he leave his battle jacket in some locker. He had grudgingly obliged.
When the name Retasu was announced, Tundra's eyes were drawn over to the Saiyan. Proud in stance, confident in stride - typical of their species these days. While there were... tense feelings between the Saiyans and the Neo-Planet Trade Organization, Tundra felt no need to jeer or send ire towards the being. To his knowledge, this particular Saiyan was dealing with some kind of civil strife with another kingdom based on the same planet - in addition to the defeat he endured at the hands of Kiwano. That in itself was jeer enough.
Although, Tundra felt rather odd - because the staff also failed to understand that his forearms, lower legs, and torso are covered in a carapace, something that is actually attached to his body. Eventually, they deemed it as some kind of indecency, and demanded he wear these somewhat loose-fitting black pants and shirt. A Gi, they seemed to call it. He could see why these warriors liked the clothing, since it allowed fairly free movement, but it is just... not his style, for lack of better words.
When it came to Giya's turn, Tundra merely watches, still silent. A diminutive smirk appears on his face when she blasts away her aggressors, but the smirk fades equally as fast afterwards.
Finally, Tundra hears his own name called. Tundra pushes himself off the wall and walks past the ensemble of warriors, the tips of his horns reaching just past the waist height of some of them, and walks through the doorway and into the sunlight. A sensation, like a reverberation of uneasiness, passes through the crowd. Whether it is hatred or fear, Tundra doesn't really care. As far as he is concerned, he'd come here to represent the Neo-Planet Trade Organization's interests. After all - there may even be potential clients somewhere here.
The small Arcosian's biogems gleam in the sunlight as he climbs the short stairs onto the arena and crosses over to collect his sphere. Tundra reaches into the box, and pulls out the first sphere his fingers come across. He looks at the number himself first, and then hands it back to the announcer.
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Post by Retasu on May 7, 2018 19:34:13 GMT -5
Mr. Announcer watched as the Arcosian approached, tilting his head some a bit curiously. Though he looked quite different than the average Humanoid, his short stature made the Mr. Announcer wonder just how he had managed to get this far. He certainly didn't LOOK that strong, but then again, Giya, a pregnant woman, also made it here. With a shrug, he took Tundra's number with a polite smile and nodded, continuing on. "Next, we have our next alien combatant and ANOTHER native of Planet Daikondu! Another Saiyajin. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome up next, Pars !"
Retasu: 33 - 3d48 Tundra: 41 - 3d43 Dian Xin: 51 - 3d43 Mazohn: 56 - 3d43 Giya: 68 - 4d49
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Pars
Low Class Poster
Southern Empire of Daikondu - King
Posts: 40
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,733
Zeni: 945
HP: 765
SP: 976
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pars on May 7, 2018 19:52:00 GMT -5
Pars winced slightly at the mention of Retasu's name, remembering their brief encounter from before. He did not expect to hear his name, not at this tournament of all places. Pars had come across a flyer promoting this tournament a while back and thought it might be a good way to let off some stress that had been building up since he'd taken over the southern portion of daikondou, though it seemed like his northern counterpart may have had the same idea.
A part of Pars was both nervous and excited for a one on one rematch with the northern king. Whatever the result, their last battle was not necessarily a fair duel. Pars made it his new goal in this tournament to correct his faults in their last encounter, by beating Retasu fair and square, right here, in front of an audience.
Apart from Retasu though, nobody else really caught his attention, not that he was paying attention anyway. Once his name was called, he wasted no time snatching up a ball of his own, not even bothering to look at the number before handing it to the announcer. "Hurry it up will ya?" he told the announcer, impatient to get the main event underway.
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Post by Retasu on May 7, 2018 20:01:53 GMT -5
As Pars came to take his number, Mr. Announcer frowned a bit at the apparent rudeness of the Saiyajin. He made a face at him as he handed his number off and turned away, jotting down his number and continuing on. He held his comments to himself, though he wanted to tell Pars he was rude! Though, being in the Final 8 competitors, Mr. Announcer was better off not saying a thing except introducing the next competitor. "And with that, we have our final two competitors! First, we have another competitor from Earth-2 itself! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome up next, @cornatto !"
Pars: 19 - 3d34 Retasu: 33 - 3d48 Tundra: 41 - 3d43 Dian Xin: 51 - 3d43 Mazohn: 56 - 3d43 Giya: 68 - 4d49
Cornatto: ?? - 3d40 Luo Hanzhai: ?? - 3d46
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2018 18:44:23 GMT -5
The world tournament looked pretty solid and Cornatto just waited for the people to pick their number until he stepped in himself and drew his own number.
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Post by Retasu on May 9, 2018 20:13:45 GMT -5
Mr. Announcer took Cornatto's number with a smile and a nod, preparing to announce the final entrant. "Ladies and gentlemen, last but not least, our final contestant who is both a citizen of Earth-2 as well as an initiate of the illustrious Kame School, that makes TWO!, Luo Hanzhai !"
Pars: 19 - 3d34 Retasu: 33 - 3d48 Tundra: 41 - 3d43 Dian Xin: 51 - 3d43 Mazohn: 56 - 3d43 Giya: 68 - 4d49 Cornatto: 93 - 3d40
Luo Hanzhai: ?? - 3d46
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