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[RP][Day one, Tournament.] Dimension Veil's

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The-Blades-slave:
"Like this." Aaron held his fork aloft, then dramatically impaled an enormous portion of lettuce and shoved it into his food chute in one fell swoop. Sauce dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped at it with his sleeve and waved his fork at Scarlet. "Be amazed by the master!" He scooped up another chunk of his salad and devoured it hungrily, already gazing at the salad bar like a forlorn lover. "I think I'mma need seconds, all that battling worked up an appetite!"

lubbies:
Angelo walked around in the park for a bit, whistling with his hands in his pockets. It almost felt surreal, where he was. He had been given such a big opportunity to shine and he'd better not blow it. I don't think I get a second chance. The park was peaceful, the distant sound of cars felt almost nonexistent and the hustle and bustle of the hard working citizen melted away into a melody of bird chirps and rustling leaves. Angelo felt extremely calmed, enchanted and... *grumble* hungry. He hadn't realised it but it had been quite a while since breakfast and although the happenings of today tried to put him off food, his stomach testified starvation. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to grab a bite. He moved swiftly through the park towards the hotel, tie flapping in the wind. When he reached the hotel he quickly entered the diner and bought a small sandwich with only lettuce, mayonnaise and two slices of cheese. It smelled and tasted strangely like a burger. Angelo didn't feel like eating in the diner, no, he didn't feel like people today. He decided to go back to the battle room where it was slightly quieter. As he entered he found a quiet corner to sit and started to nibble on his sandwich. Looking up at the spectator screens he found one following a dragon-like girl.

Angelo-Hummmm?

Angelo sat there intently watching the screen.

LunarOrbiter:
There was quite the selection at the dinner hall but that wasn't exactly surprising, considering that this was a buffet. Rika hadn't exactly expended much energy in the morning for practice, so she felt only a little peckish. She took a ham sandwich for some lunch, along with some orange juice which she estimated would give her maximum efficiency later. When Rika turned around and saw Aaron's plate, she was surprised at first then amused. Aaron was a fun person but there was no doubt that he was dangerous. She'd have to keep an eye on him when they started the real thing.

She returned briskly to her seat along with Aaron and Scarlet and sat in silence, listening to the two of them as she ate her meal.

That's quite the appetite you have Aaron...!, she thought. Rika couldn't believe that the tournament was only a few hours away now. It almost seemed like a dream...but clearly, this was the real deal. She'd have to be prepared.

Lunartic:
Scarlet looked at her plate, some fries and gravy, a few vegetables on the side, and a can of pop, then at Rika’s, which didn’t seem much bigger, and back to Aaron’s. ”I don’t understand how that’s possible,” she said to Rika, ”I mean look how thin he is.” He must have a wicked metabolism, she thought to herself while munching on a carrot. She rested her chin on her hand and looked longfully at her fries. ”I miss Kraft Dinner,” she said to herself. ”And poutine…” Sigh.

Desbear:
GM post
As the the day went on, the clock hit six PM, and the guards seemed to rather abruptly come to collect the participants, with, or without their consent, and no matter what the other was doing. The guards would then, walk them to the fighters to the Arena, or Coliseum, or stadium, etc. Where they would lead them to the grounds within the stadium. Within the grounds, there were several machines set up, enough that all the participants would be able to sync up against one opponent, and duke it out for the fights. The crowd roared as the guards took the fighters to the openings, and would allow them to walk out. On each machine, there were two name cards for each fighter, and the announcer began to call out names as the doors opened, announcing what was going on, and the match ups.

"HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE GALACTIC TOURNAMENT! The announcer bellowed, the crowd giving a resounding yell of excitement, to which you could barely hear the announcer over. Today marks the first day of the fated tournament, and boy, is it a good one! I'd announce all our fighters in, but first I'll have to go over some rules. Nothing big, but it's for legal purposes. The first part of this tournament, will be single battles, one on one. The winner is awarded two points for each win. At the end of the week, the points will be tallied up, and based on your points, you will be given a gift certificate to use at the Galactic  Tournament gift shop at the end of the week, However, the winner of the tournament, will be given the title of Champion, and, as I'm sure you know, will be given a handsome sum of money. Now then, one last thing before we get started- The announcer's voice seemed to get quieter, as he began to speak, his speech pattern speeding up. "We here at the Galactic tournament, are in no way or form liable for injuries sustained due to the tournament, and in no way take responsibility for any loss of item. You are not guaranteed to win any sum of money, and money will be given to you within 4-6 business weeks after winning." 

The announcers voice, or rather microphone, seemed to get louder as he finished the sentence, beginning to announce the match ups, which then began to be shown up on the large screens above each machine.

"And the Match ups are:
Steven vs. Jade, And Discord vs ...Er...How do you pronounce this? Nafe? That's how you pronounce it? Aright. NAFE!

Yui vs. Angelo, and Akumu vs Susanoo!

Ag-Agh-Aw come on... The seven year old Vs.  Alexa, and Lulu vs Crab!

Rika vs. Aaron, and Newstein Vs. Sun Wukong!

Gatillo vs. Raithen, and Gragas Vs. Yugi Moto!

And last, and possibly least, but most likely not least, is Clark vs. Scarlet, and Yugo vs. Rainbow Dash!



The crowd erupted with screams and yells of excitement, the entire atmosphere was a very hyped experience, and this was no exception. The machines began to light up, the names of the fighters appearing on the different screams above the arena, giving the crowd knowledge as to which machine to watch for which fighter... And then, it was left to them. The guards began to inform the fighters to walk to the machines, and let the referee's sync them in.

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