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The-Blades-slave:
Daylin


Last night, two astral fighters were found unconscious in the park with sever electrical burns. Authorities are currently investigating the event, but suspect no foul play. The two remain in stable condition in the hospital, but have not yet awakened. Everyone is advised to avoid high voltage areas to prevent any other accidents until this event is resolved.

Daylin heard no more, vaguely paying attention as he bolted out of the door. As he ran to the training center he caught sight of Stan Masters. Blending into the crowd, he began to follow him.

Tylan

Tylan woke with a scream, his dreams had been haunted by the hero of time.

Darkstar64:
Brendan...

I woke up, still groggy and stiff from falling asleep on the couch. I awoke to see my dad looking at me from across the room.

Oh...'morning.

Heh...'morning. Find yourself a comfy place on the couch there last night?

I wish...

I slowly turned myself upright and turned on the TV.

-ound unconscious in the park with sever electrical burns. Authorities are currently investigating the event, but suspect no foul play. The two remain in stable condition in the hospital, but have not yet awakened. Everyone is advised to avoid high voltage areas to prevent any other accidents until this event is resolved.

It took me a moment to process what I had just heard.

Why does that seem...odd?

Hm?

Doesn't it seem odd how they were electrically shocked?

Well, what do you mean?

Well, look. The spots they marked in which they collapsed in are at least seven feet away from a lamp post, and that's the closest electrical object in the area. That seems like a far distance for a bolt of electricity to jump through the air, especially one that knocked both of them unconscious. And if the bolt didn't come from the lamp post, then where did it come from?

Ah, they were probably just harassing an old woman and got tased or something...

Yeah....You're probably right.

I turned back to the TV, realizing I had just missed a bit of what they were talking about.

Currently there is no news that Smith will be in the tournament that is two days away, but we can suspect great battles from everyone.

This is Kathleen Soronto signing off.

The TV went to a commercial break, and I turned it off. I wanted to get in more practice today, so I went to my room, changed into a shirt and hooded vest, had some breakfast, and got ready to leave.

Hey, uh...Brendan?

I stopped just before opening the door.

Yeah?

Keep the hood off, just for today.

I would have argued, but considering the fact that I didn't want to look suspicious after two fighters ended up in the hospital, even if they didn't suspect foul play, I went along with it and took off my hood before leaving. It felt odd, but it was for the best. Once I left the hotel, I noticed that everyone seemed to be heading for the stadium, and I was suddenly reminded that the training room was going to be open today. I started walking in that direction as well, and on my way, I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of the current champion, Stan Masters. I paid it no mind though; Stan was the champion, he probably had a training room of his own.

(Sorry this one is kinda long, I didn't want to make a filler just to make this one shorter.)

Mr. Fox:
Night at the Eryth Sea was always beautiful. Ether condensed in the atmosphere and fell down as falling stars, pure beauty. A stray beam of sun in my world hit my eyes and I was back in my body. My eyes popped open, The Rage was too much for me to handle; I screamed then put a fist sized hole in the wall. As quickly as it came The Tage subsided and I was back to normal, I looked at the wall, then at my fist. It looked to be broken, I needed to fix this up as quickly as I could, no one must know. Twenty minutes later my hand was patched up, the hole was covered up; at least as good as I could do until I got some wall fixing stuff. My story in mind I left my room for breakfast, I was famished from my sync last night.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Sean was already awake the next morning, and was grabbing some cereal when the news spoke up.

Last night, two astral fighters were found unconscious in the park with sever electrical burns. Authorities are currently investigating the event, but suspect no foul play. The two remain in stable condition in the hospital, but have not yet awakened. Everyone is advised to avoid high voltage areas to prevent any other accidents until this event is resolved.

Sean wlaked to the TV, looking at the bodies in the picture.

Huh, that sort of reminds me of.... ... Nah, I shouldn't think about that...

Sean got to quickly eat his breakfast, made sure he had everything, and was about to leave his apartment when the news continued.

In other news, Jayden Smith has appeared last night at the Golden Hotel, however, when prompted for an interview on his strange absence for the past five years, he had this to say.

Get lost, don't you vultures have anything better to do with your lives.

Currently there is no news that Smith will be in the tournament that is two days away, but we can suspect great battles from everyone.

This is Kathleen Soronto signing off.

Sean turned the TV off. So his name was Jayden Smith. He smiled, this year seems interesting. He remembered what he was doing, and walked out of the apartment room, locked the door, and made his way to the elevator. He'll train a bit at the stadium today, and maybe he'll find that Smith guy from last night and teach him some manners.

Tyler

Last night.

Tyler smiled and waved goodbye. He felt it. This guy had allot of power, maybe even more than he had. He smiled and walked off, excited about battling him.

Present.

He woke up drowsy in the lobby. And got up, remembering last night. He walked outside, wanting some fresh air, and stretched. It wasn't comfortable in the lobby, but since he usually sleeps in trees, this was a luxury for him. He looked around for someone strong, or weird looking. It's usually the weird people that are strong.

Tickles:
Stan was at the stadium. There were workers at the main stage finishing up for the tournament. He went down the hall towards the training room. Inside was a a large amount of weights, a few treadmills, and a series of pull up bars. Towards the back were battle zones so fighters can polish off their skills in between workouts.

Like dad said, train the body as much as your mind. Better get started.

Stan limbered up and got on a treadmill to begin a short run.

Meanwhile, outside the arena, two people in hoods were standing on the roof of the stadium. They noticed the champ, but were too late to launch an attack. They decided to wait until he came out.

(Note: No one should see the people on the roof. This is going to kick start an event.)

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