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

[Desbear]

Legends speak of an energy that each creature in the different worlds holds, a unique energy, to give them unique powers. There's a small fallacy in this legend; it's not a unique energy. There exist worlds in between all other worlds, with a link to all other worlds. Within these worlds, some of the creatures do still have a unique energy, but there exist a greater number, who share a link, or share an energy with a creature from another world. Humans that wielded such energies were called Astral Fighters, and the being they could channel were called Astrals.

Originally, the humans would use techniques to truly become these Astrals, but those arts have long been lost. Now, technology has been created to create a digital arena, where the users can channel their Astrals, and fight within tournaments. That brings us up to around now. It's time for the third annual Galactic Tournament. This is the first year where a method was created so spectators can watch, and also the first year where the referees don't have to channel the arena itself. There're even rumors that letters have already been sent out to gather the participants of this tournament.

- You play as the Participants of this tournament, during the day you have the ability to socialize with the other participants, and explore the town that the tournament takes place in. At night, you participate in the tournament, going through a single battle each night.
- This is another RP in the Galactic Tournament series. To read these, go to Galactic Tournament, and Galactic Universe's pages respectively. However, this RP will not acknowledge the other two, as it's a prequel to both.

Rules
- No Godmodding. You are not all powerful, and must be fair to the other players.

- No off topic discussions in the OOC. Please leave the OOC just for RP related things.

- All posts must be at least a paragraph, or 4 sentences, long. Anything shorter will result in a warning, and multiple warnings will result in being kicked from the RP.

- You must use proper grammar and spelling at all times in your posts. You can write character dialogue in any style you wish so long as it is readable.

- All battle results must be determined beforehand in either the OOC, or through PM's. Since this is a fighting RP, it will be up to you who wins and who loses.

*For the sake of space, all other details will be in the OOC, which is here.

*Details for the Profiles are here

*Mature content warning, as some of the deaths can be...A little gruesome.

BladesEdit: Approved

[Desbear]

GM POST

The guards for each tournament member knocked on each Astral Battler's door in the hotel, and began to read off a letter.

It's the dawn of a new day, and not just any day, folks. It's the start of the Galactic Tournament! Er...The day before the Galactic tournament! It's currently 8:00 AM, and it's the dawn of the day the tournament starts. The tournament, however, starts at 7:00 PM. You are free to do whatever you want in between this time, but you are not allowed to leave the city. We recommend you seize the day, and take advantage of the free Breakfast at the Galactic Hotel! On each of your tables you'll find a map of the city, and some recommendations on where to go. Lastly, the hotel is equipped with a sparring room, so if you want to spar, either grab one of the guards, or grab a partner! Now then, have a nice day, and remember, battles at seven.

After that, the Guards promptly left, and went to the ground floor, where they would begin to eat breakfast while waiting on the Battlers to come from their rooms.

[GoldForge]

With a groan, Alexa groggily dragged herself out of bed after hearing a knock-knock-knocking on her door. Still in her half-asleep state, she pulled her black hoodie over her pyjamas, yelling over to the door. "Coming!" She stumbled over her bags left and right, her palm swinging out to grasp ahold of something to stop her fall once she tripped on the edge of a suitcase... said object just to happening to be the doorknob, what unfortunate luck. With a twist of the knob, she began to swing along with the door, her free hand lurching forward to slam against the wall to her right. At this moment, she was rather glad that her look of panic and awkward Spiderman-esque pose was concealed behind her hotel room door. "Ugh-- hang on, hang on!" the blonde mumbled, trying to fix up her scruffy bedhead to the best of her ability with her fingers, or- atleast, a guesstimate of what might be a wee bit more presentable, since there were no mirrors nearby. Walking around the door so that she was visible to her visitor, she pried an amber orb open. "Now whaddya wan-" Oh, sweet Gundam... it was the guards... and why were they dressed like they came straight out of a comic book? Secondly... why were they so tall? With a barely audible nervous laugh, Alexa took a step back, allowing the man to read off the letter.

It's the dawn of a new day, and not just any day, folks. It's the start of the Galactic Tournament! Er...The day before the Galactic tournament! It's currently 8:00 AM, and it's the dawn of the day the tournament starts. The tournament, however, starts at 7:00 PM. You are free to do whatever you want in between this time, but you are not allowed to leave the city. We recommend you seize the day, and take advantage of the free Breakfast at the Galactic HOTEL! On each of your tables you'll find a map of the city, and some recommendations on where to go. Lastly, the HOTEL is equipped with a sparring room, so if you want to spar, either grab one of the guards, or grab a partner! Now then, have a nice day, and remember, battles at seven.


It had literally only been a few days ago. The dreams of fire, the weird scar on her hand that she kept concealed under a glove, and two crazy-looking men dragging her off to a hotel. Galactic tournaments? P'ah! Thusfar, the building certainly seemed less than stellar... like herself. Though, out of all of these darn things, what was an...as...tra...Astro...Astro Boy? Heck yeah! She loved that show! Though, the look of shock in the eyes of the guards that visited her apartment yesterday after mentioning she had one of those things... what was that about, anyway? Pushing that thought aside for now, she sighed. This would be her new home away from home for the time being, and she figured that she might as well get used to it.

Half-listening and half not to what the guard had to say, a particular term caught her interest like a new RPG game on a 70% off sale. Free...breakfast? She was sold! Ah-- wait... there was just one problem. Chances were, she probably wasn't the only little sprout in the building who was ready to snatch up a free meal, which meant... Oh, god... oh no... In exchange for food, she'd have to run the risk of... CONVERSATION! Maybe if she snuck down there as quick as a fox, scooped up her food and found a nice, quiet area of the building, she'd be able to chow down without socialization getting in the way... With the rumbling of her stomach roaring in her ears, she decided that it was a risk worth taking. With a shaky bow of her head in respect, "T-...t-t-....thank you for your time!" Alexa barely managed to squeak out before dashing her way down to the ground floor like a hoodie-clad knight in... fuzzy socks and pyjamas...

[lubbies]

Angelo had been awake for hours, his excitement preventing any form of sleep whatsoever, however he didn't feel tired at all. In fact, as soon as he heard the knock at the door he burst outside almost tackling the guard. The guard was startled but continued on to read a message.

Guard-It's the dawn of a new day, and not just any day, folks. It's the start of the Galactic Tournament! Er...The day before the Galactic tournament! It's currently 8:00 AM, and it's the dawn of the day the tournament starts. The tournament, however, starts at 7:00 PM. You are free to do whatever you want in between this time, but you are not allowed to leave the city. We recommend you seize the day, and take advantage of the free Breakfast at the Galactic Hotel! On each of your tables you'll find a map of the city, and some recommendations on where to go. Lastly, the hotel is equipped with a sparring room, so if you want to spar, either grab one of the guards, or grab a partner! Now then, have a nice day, and remember, battles at seven.

The guard quickly departed afterwards.

Angelo-Free breakfast?!?!

Angelo sprinted down the hotel corridor and straight to the elevator. He mashed the down button but after a couple seconds he decided to take the stairs. He bursts through the stairs door and trips rolling down the stairs all the way to the bottom. He quickly stands up and brushes off the dust on his shoulders and calmly walks through the door as if nothing happened. This is when he realises he is still in his pyjamas.

[Humen]

Clark Matthews

When the guard knocked on Clark’s door promptly opened with Clark, fully dressed as he's already been up for about an hour, quickly making his way past the guard. He looked back towards the guard with an uninterested look. “Save it. I already know the routine." He continued walking going towards the elevator, it looked like someone was there but they ran off before they elevator could come up. "Typical newbie" Clark thought to himself. John entered the elevator but rather than going to get breakfast he decided to head towards the sparring room. Today wasn't a day to slack off and Clark knows he's going to need to stay sharp if he wants to win. Underestimating the enemy is what made him lose the tourney the last time he entered. Clark let out a small sigh the guards never really try in battle; hopefully an actual competitor comes along and provides some real practice.

[Yume Tsuki]

Yui heard a knock on the door. Groaning a bit she hugged her pillow more tightly.
"Don't wanna... Pillow is my bezzzt friendzzz..."
She mumbled. She was about the fall back to sleep again with a weird vision of widely grinning cows when she snapped back to reality by a louder knock. She turned to look at the clock. She groaned again rolled herself out of bed flinging her "best friend" to the footend. She sighed and walked to the door opening it. She looked up at the guy at her door.
"Do you realize what time it ---?"
"It's the dawn of a new day, and not just any day, folks. It's the start of the Galactic Tournament! Er...The day before the Galactic tournament! It's currently 8:00 AM, and it's the dawn of the day the tournament starts. The tournament, however, starts at 7:00 PM. You are free to do whatever you want in between this time, but you are not allowed to leave the city. We recommend you seize the day, and take advantage of the free Breakfast at the Galactic Hotel! On each of your tables you'll find a map of the city, and some recommendations on where to go. Lastly, the hotel is equipped with a sparring room, so if you want to spar, either grab one of the guards, or grab a partner! Now then, have a nice day, and remember, battles at seven."
He interrupted her mid-sentence. She stared at him for a minute in complete silence after his long introduction.
"Oh... Er... Thanks..."
The guard walked away. Yui just stared after him, then closed the door jumping back in bed grabbing her pillow. She remained there for a few minutes, though she knew she couldn't get back to sleep once she got up. Annoyed she picked her clothes and changed.
Will they do this for every person...?
Yui pitied those whom might be worse at getting up early. She yawned and then left for breakfast.

"Ding!"
The elevator opened up right in front of Yui. She looked around but saw nobody. Perhaps too impatient to wait for the elevator. Yui walked on to the door to the staircase. Going with the elevator down she found a ridiculous concept. Walking down stairs ain't tiring, walking up was a different thing though. She walked quite swiftly down the stairs, skipping the last one by jumping down. She looks at a spot that seemed like someone smashed his face in the floor. She decides to not think about it walking towards the restaurant section. A guy in his pyjamas was standing there. She just had a quick glance and then just passed him entering the room.

[LunarOrbiter]

The sudden knocking of the door surprised Rika who was in the middle of getting changed. Judging from the intensity of the knock, whoever was there seemed to have an urgent message for her. Perhaps it was the organiser for the event? she initially thought but realised that it was probably a messenger. "Just coming!", she shouted as she hurriedly organised the mess that was her hair, until it was at least a somewhat presentable appearance in her mind. After fumbling around with the rest of her possessions, placing them in their proper places, Rika made her way to the door. The girl stopped right at the door to take a deep breath, thereby, composing herself. Today was going to be fun. With that positive attitude in mind, she gently opened the door to reveal the guard and their message.

Unfortunately, it was too early to absorb the dose of information she got. She probably didn't take much of the information in, rather, just the key points - the current time and the time the tournament starts. Small mumbles of a "Hmm" and "Ahh" emitted from her mouth as the guard spoke, no louder than the squeak of a mouse. The strain on her neck was quite substantial. Rika wondered if she was just short or if the guard was just, well, huge. She closed the door after thanking them for the message.  There wasn't much to say to a guard after all...was there? With a frustrated sigh, she drifted through her room to sit down for a moment so she could process the information given. 8 a.m... 7 p.m... I've got 11 hours to prepare. Okay. I should get breakfast first. With that in mind, she finally left her room, heading for the dining hall. However, there was one small problem.

She had no idea where she was going.

[Lunartic]

Scarlet almost didn't hear the knock at her door, and if she didn't take her headphones off to shake her hair out she would've missed it. She hastily threw on a top and answered the door. "Can I help you?" she asked halfway through a yawn. The guard delivered his message and promptly left. She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it. It took her a few moments for her brain to process what it was told. ". . . oh. Sh*t." She pushed herself away and put on her sweater. She had already been awake for an hour now and was relaxing with music after her shower when the guard came. She put on her headphones, made any due adjustments to her outfit, and set out to the lobby. She specifically asked the staff for a room on the lower levels, then she could take the stairs without being totally exhausted. Nobody took the stairs, after all.

The dining hall was packed with fighters crowded around tables, trying to memorize their maps over breakfast. She would have preferred her own cooking, but it's free food, so she didn't complain. She snickered on the inside; as if she would complain anyway. She picked a table on the far edge of the hall where the crowd was less dense and their voices wouldn't go through even her headphones. But after some peaceful isolation, and a meal that made her miss her mother's cooking, she set out for the sparring room to practise.

[The-Blades-slave]

Aaron hurtled out of bed at the sound of the knock, flying to the door and tossing it open. "Yo what up, what can I do for ya?" The guard's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then head read his message and left quickly. He stared at the spot the man had been, then shook his head and turned back into his room to get dressed. He realized at that moment he had answered the door in his boxers. "Well, that sure explains a lot..."

He threw on a black t-shirt with the words 'I'M THE MONKEY KING ' in big bold letters on the front, a baggy pair of jeans, and slipped on his sneakers. Then he grabbed his Ipod and turned on a song that sounded suspiciously like crazy train, hung his headphones around his neck, and took off out the door. He had decided to skip breakfast in favor of some sparring, and took a left to avoid the lunch hall entirely. He was too absorbed with his music to notice he was about to run into someone, and only saw a flash of red hair before he slammed into the person.

"Oh sh*t, I'm sorry!" He stuck out a hand to help her up, and offered a weak smile. "You okay?"

[Lunartic]

Scarlet was wearing her headphones as well when Aaron ran into her. They landed around her neck at the moment, blaring an old rock alternative band. As for Scarlet, she hit floor with an "Oof!" After a few seconds of looking up to this tall man who ran her down, she couldn't help but smile back as he took his hand and got back to her feet. "Yeah, I'm alright," she replied and dusted herself off. She chuckled a bit. "Nice shirt."

[The-Blades-slave]

Aaron rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled nervously. He averted his attention to his music long enough to mute it, then he went back to the girl in front of him. "Your hair looks weird, is it natural?" He paused for a moment, then smacked himself in the forehead. "Sorry, didn't mean to say that out loud. I should have at least introduced myself first, I'm Aaron. I came here for the tournament, and was headed towards the sparring room when I ran into you."

[Lunartic]

She rolled her eyes and laughed softly. "Yes, that's why my name is Scarlet," she said half-sarcastically. "And it's alright. I was on my way to the sparring room too." She brushed her hair behind her ear. "I think I can guess what your astral is," she said while looking at his shirt.

[The-Blades-slave]

Aaron nodded. "Yeah, that should be pretty easy. The Monkey King's gotta represent!" An idea suddenly hit him. "If we're both headed to the sparring room, why don't you tag along with me?" He stared at her expectantly, his face subconsciously taking something akin to a puppy dog pout. It was quite a scene, since he towered over her.

[Lunartic]

She couldn't say no to that face. "Alright," she said with a shrug. "I'd rather fight with a fellow opponent than a guard. Go easy on me, okay?" she said while starting to walk again. She almost had to crane her neck just to see his face.

[lubbies]

Angelo, though slightly embarrassed by his outfit continued to serve himself breakfast. A girl with black hair brushed past him but he was so focused by the many choices of food that he didn't even notice. after a few long minutes he decided upon the pancakes with smiley faces cut into them. The chef looked at him skeptically and walked over.

Chef-Sir, you do know this is the section for children.

Angelo had already coated his pancakes in a fine layer of maple syrup. Angelo looked up from his dish straight up to the chef.

Angelo-And?

The chef looked almost shocked but decided to leave Angelo with his devices. Angelo turned to find a seat. His eyes scanned the room, there were more people than he expected this early, all the tables seemed full up except one.. Angelo sat down at the last remaining table alone.