open The Dark Tournament III

[Literally Snails 2,307]

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"It's a good thing I didn't wager too much money on this fight," Grant said to whomever else was in the room with him, "This fight looks like its about to be over and I have no idea who will win. I don't like that."

 

The unknown voice in the room let out an unsettling chuckle. Its voice sounded slightly gurgled as if it was in a tank of water. "You're really nothing like Rail at all. He just loved not knowing the outcomes of his bets," it said.

[Hive King 2,001]

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Skuldaf looked around, biting his lip. She was in worse shape than he. But he felt a stab of pity for the mare. He couldn't bring himself to simply knock her out. So Skuldaf made a dramatic faint, falling onto his back and letting his tongue loll out. He was disappointed about losing, but there would be another time to make a shelter 

[IridscentNionios 1,420]

@,@, ((OOC:Well there's a reason i said i didn't like this fight in general.)) Selune saw the unicorn standing and then fainting. To her eyes however despite her haziness it was obvious that her opponent faked this. Not that either of them could have carried on the fight much more.

"Yaaay!" she said in a childish manner as she rested on her hind hooves bending her head in front. She had to punch herself to keep it up at times but wondered when the fight would be over... judges would take their good time with this wouldn't they? Heh... maybe she could check his wounds later. 

[Literally Snails 2,307]

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Skuldaf looked around, biting his lip. She was in worse shape than he. But he felt a stab of pity for the mare. He couldn't bring himself to simply knock her out. So Skuldaf made a dramatic faint, falling onto his back and letting his tongue loll out. He was disappointed about losing, but there would be another time to make a shelter

Juri rushed to Skuldaf's side and started counting. "ONE! ...TWO! ...THREE!"

 

 

 

"Well, that was unexpected," Grant said pleased.

 

"The boy is too soft. He should have never entered this tournament. Those who can't kill, die," The voice said.

 

 

 

Juri continued her count despite the crowd's booing. "FOUR! ...FIVE! ...SIX!"

Tempest noticed a very familiar face not to far from where he was sitting in the stand and smirked. "Well, if it isn't the old pirate." He said, smiling slightly as he trotted towards where Crimson was sitting. "What have you been up to, old friend?" The bat pony was somewhat happy that a friend was within the crowd, but he wasn't sure if he was fighting or not.

(I'll give you something to do.)

 

The door to the fighter's lounge opened slowly. When it was finally opened, Frey stood in its wake. Bandages wrapped around nearly half of his body. Stitches could be seen on his legs, body and face. Three of his teeth were chipped, and there were bruises around both of his eyes. More bruises dotted his body as well, spots of black and purple showed where he had more broken bones. He had left the infirmary before he could be completely treated.

Edited August 19, 2014 by Snails

[RAGESTAR 479]

Crimson gave the mare a confused look. "Er...my name is Crimson Grinn, pirate captain of the Blaze of Glory." He said, tipping his hat politely. "Isn't it a bit dangerous to be fighting drunk?" He asked curiously.

 

((Sorry for the inactivity, guys. Things got kinda busy around my house, what with me starting school again and all...))

[Drago Ryder 641]

Tempest glanced at Frey and then back to the ponies he had been talking to. "One minute. I have to deal with something." With that, the bat pony got up and trotted towards Frey. "What are you doing here? You aren't fully recovered yet." Tempest knew that even he would be able to stand with wounds like that, even with his accelerated healing. "If you want to fight, you're going to have to wait until the tournament is over."

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Tempest glanced at Frey and then back to the ponies he had been talking to. "One minute. I have to deal with something." With that, the bat pony got up and trotted towards Frey. "What are you doing here? You aren't fully recovered yet." Tempest knew that even he would be able to stand with wounds like that, even with his accelerated healing. "If you want to fight, you're going to have to wait until the tournament is over."

 

"I'm not here to fight you!" Frey said defensively. "I couldn't stand bein' cooped up in that medical ward with all them nurses flappin' their gums about what I can and can't do. It's enough to drive one crazy!" He flinched for a brief moment. He had stood on one of his broken hooves the wrong way. "It's not that bad, Tempest. I can deal with a bit of pain. It's all about having the right spirits. Don't you think it's so?"

 

 

 

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"SEVEN! ...EIGHT! ...NINE ...AND TEN!" Juri finished her ten-count to a flurry of happy fans who had put there money on Selune.

 

"NOW THAT FIGHT WAS THE SHIT WE CAME HERE FOR!" One onlooker said.

 

"All it was missing was a kill! We've only got one preliminary match left and I want to see some blood!"

 

Juri waited for both fighters to leave the arena. The spotlights focused on her as she twirled, winked and announced the final fight.

 

@,@@GameytheGeemer, 

 

"Alright fans, put your hooves together for the final fight of the preliminaries!" She said, "In just a few moments, the next two fighters will take the ring. Chain Mail Versus Crimson Grinn!"

 

(That's your cue by the way.)

[Scrambled_Egghead 16]

 

Crimson gave the mare a confused look. "Er...my name is Crimson Grinn, pirate captain of the Blaze of Glory." He said, tipping his hat politely. "Isn't it a bit dangerous to be fighting drunk?" He asked curiously.

 

((Sorry for the inactivity, guys. Things got kinda busy around my house, what with me starting school again and all...))

 

"Didn't anyone even watch my damn fight?" Kiwi angrily asked to no one in particular, "It may be a might dangerous to fight drunk, but its a might more dangerous to fight someone 'else whose drunk. You get what I'm trying to throw at you? But I don't suppose we have time for this, your match is starting. Better not be late!"

[IridscentNionios 1,420]

@,Selune watched around as they both left the stage. She tried to help her opponent and herself stand up and get away from the arena while she whispered in his ear.

"You can stop fooling with me... wake up a bit... i ain't gotta carry all your weight you know. Plus we gotta take care of those wounds of ours." 

[RAGESTAR 479]

Crimson perked his ears as he heard his name being called, and realized that he was now being called to the arena for his first fight. "Sorry, we'll have to finish this conversation later." Said Crimson with another tilt of his hat, as he turned to Tempest. "We'll catch up more after the fight, old friend." He said, before quickly trotting to the arena.

 

When Crimson entered the arena, he calmly trotted into the center, and stabbed his sword, Helios, into the ground, then sat down next to it, with his hoof resting on the pommel. "Please...please don't be watching this, Vanylla...I don't want you to worry, or...to see me like this..." he thought desperately. Though the pirate enjoyed fighting, he knew that his wife wasn't a fan of violence, and he never wants her to see him in a fight, and when Crimson gets into a fight, he gets a bit..violent. And Crimson would never allow her to see him like that. So there he sat, waiting for his opponent, and longing to see his family.

[Drago Ryder 641]

Tempest nodded slightly and smiled. "Yeah, I can understand that." He said. "To be honest, you remind me of myself when I was younger. We're both able to control the natural energies around our bodies, albeit in different ways, you put up one hell of a fight, and you're about as stubborn as me." The bat pony then gave a sly smile. "After all of this is done, I could probably help you control your abilities."

[Literally Snails 2,307]

 

Crimson perked his ears as he heard his name being called, and realized that he was now being called to the arena for his first fight. "Sorry, we'll have to finish this conversation later." Said Crimson with another tilt of his hat, as he turned to Tempest. "We'll catch up more after the fight, old friend." He said, before quickly trotting to the arena.

 

When Crimson entered the arena, he calmly trotted into the center, and stabbed his sword, Helios, into the ground, then sat down next to it, with his hoof resting on the pommel. "Please...please don't be watching this, Vanylla...I don't want you to worry, or...to see me like this..." he thought desperately. Though the pirate enjoyed fighting, he knew that his wife wasn't a fan of violence, and he never wants her to see him in a fight, and when Crimson gets into a fight, he gets a bit..violent. And Crimson would never allow her to see him like that. So there he sat, waiting for his opponent, and longing to see his family.

 

When Crimson stepped onto the ring, he was greeted by a shower of boo's from the audience. Some even threw trash onto the ring. They universally hated him.

 

"Take a hint and stop coming back!"

 

"Get that disgrace off the ring!"

 

"There should be a limit to how many times someone can loose this tournament!"

 

The crowd eventually broke out into a chant that almost seemed to be rehearsed. "Kill Crimson! Kill Crimson! Kill Crimson!"

 

Tempest nodded slightly and smiled. "Yeah, I can understand that." He said. "To be honest, you remind me of myself when I was younger. We're both able to control the natural energies around our bodies, albeit in different ways, you put up one hell of a fight, and you're about as stubborn as me." The bat pony then gave a sly smile. "After all of this is done, I could probably help you control your abilities."

 

"Mighty thanks for the offer, but I think I'll get stronger on my own," Frey said, "Don't you worry, Tempest, I'll be on a whole new playing field next year, just you wait!"

 

His mood abruptly shifted from friendly conversation to something more serious. He looked around do see how far away the others were and spoke quiet enough so that only Tempest heard him. "But I didn't come here for just the one reason. I got another something to tell you." He pointed at his twitching ears. "I got a good set of drums and I picked up something you may want to hear."

Edited August 20, 2014 by Snails

[RAGESTAR 479]

Crimson looked out into the hateful, disgusted stares of the crowd, and heard their pleas for his death loud and clear. The pirate growled, he had enough on his mind already without these mindless, pitiful gore-addicts, buzzing in his ears like relentless flies.

 

Crimson's body erupted into flames, engulfing, not only his body, but a dozen feet or so around him as well, almost far enough to burn some of the crowd, but just more than close enough to feel the heat. "If you all wan't me to die so much, why don't just join me in the arena and try to kill me yourselves?" He asked, his voice lowered into a deep, savage growl.

 

"After all, who'd be afraid to fight a two time loser, like me?" He asked, giving the audience an evil, bloodthirsty grin, that was made even more savage as he super-heated his teeth into fiery, razor-sharp, daggers of death. Those who knew the pirate, knew that he was bluffing. These ponies, however, don't know that.

[Drago Ryder 641]

Tempest nodded slightly as he turned his attention to Crimson. He knew he could handle himself in a fight, but would still help if needed. The bat pony then glanced at Frey and wondered what he could've possibly heard that would make him come find the one who he had last fought. "Seeing as you're already here, you may as well tell me." He whispered.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Tempest nodded slightly as he turned his attention to Crimson. He knew he could handle himself in a fight, but would still help if needed. The bat pony then glanced at Frey and wondered what he could've possibly heard that would make him come find the one who he had last fought. "Seeing as you're already here, you may as well tell me." He whispered.

Frey whispered, "Right then, so I was pretendin' to be asleep when I overheard some of the staff sayin' that that lad Grant had 'em working on somethin'. They didn't mention any details but I heard enough to know it was nastier than anything I ever seen, so that's when I snuck out to take a look." His voice lowered even more as he continued. "I made my way into the vip section of the crowd. Grant has a small little box room off to the nowhere so I sneak past the guards and press me ear to the wall to have a listen. He was talkin' to someone in there, sounded lime a stallion but it didn't feel like one. The air about him was all wrong, like something on his inner-sides was twisted up somethin' horrible! Grant and this nasty soundin' bugger were talking about Selune's match. It sounded like that other fella knew Selune. He wasn't too fond of her, I can tell ya that much."

 

(I'm assuming players from last year have already figured out who this is.)

[Drago Ryder 641]

Tempest nodded and shook his head. "I'll try to see what I can find later." He said. "Right now, though, one of us had to keep an eye on Selune to make sure who or whatever Grant was talking to doesn't try something. You should be able to do that easily, seeing as how your already out." The bat pony then began to survey the arena. He noticed a vent in a corner of the room that would be overlooked should anything happen there. "This place must have air vents going all over the place, and I bet there's one in Grant's room as well." He thought to himself.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Tempest nodded and shook his head. "I'll try to see what I can find later." He said. "Right now, though, one of us had to keep an eye on Selune to make sure who or whatever Grant was talking to doesn't try something. You should be able to do that easily, seeing as how your already out." The bat pony then began to survey the arena. He noticed a vent in a corner of the room that would be overlooked should anything happen there. "This place must have air vents going all over the place, and I bet there's one in Grant's room as well." He thought to himself.

(When he said 'the air around him felt bad' all he meant was that something felt evil about him. The air isn't actually effected.)

 

Frey nodded and made his way to a vacant couch and gently sat down on it, being careful not to put pressure on his broken bones. "To say this was already bad enough to be bothered at that," he said. "I'll keep out an eye and ear."

[Drago Ryder 641]

Tempest nodded slightly and looked around to make sure he wouldn't be seen. "I'll try to be back before my fight. I'll see you later." With that, the bat pony flew into the air, undid the cover to the vent, crawled in, put the cover back on, and quietly moved towards the VIP area via the air ducts. He had a general idea of where the VIP area from what Frey told him.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Grant's Private room had no lights on. The only source of light came from a large window that covered most of the far wall. The blinds on the window were closed, allowing only a small amount of light to pass through. Grant had his back turned to a large, blank monitor that wasn't turned on. He appeared to be talking to a large fish tank, but the room was so dark, it was impossible to see what was in the tank.

 

"You're worrying yourself too much," The other voice said to Grant. "Don't you trust me? The information I've provided you is true to the last word! We're in complete control."

 

Grant spoke absently as if he was narrating his thoughts. "The rioters may be useful to us now, but once we succeed, we'll adopt their attention."

 

"Do I strike you as someone with skills in public relation?"

"I suppose not. Will you be ready when you're needed?"

 

"You make it sound like regrowing a body is easy! I will be ready in time."

[Drago Ryder 641]

Tempest's eyes widened in surprise as he listened to the conversation. "This can't be good." He thought to himself. Frey was right. Grant was planning something and nopony was the wiser. "I have to win this." The bat pony then began to head back to where he had left Frey. "It's the only way to make sure whatever this thing is doesn't carry out it's plan."

Edited August 22, 2014 by Majestic Nightfury

[Literally Snails 2,307]

"Whoever is looking for a body must be planning to take control of the mind of the soul who wins this tournament."

(The amount of wrong you fit into that sentence is quite impressive.)

 

"Rail has become even less popular this year." Grant commented.

 

"That's what happens when you refuse to kill. It's unwise to disappoint the fans."

 

"I don't care about those insolent bottom feeders!"

 

"I admire your elitism. It's something you and I share. I must say, I do prefer you over Rail. You're far more direct than he was."

 

"Do not try to manipulate me!"

 

"I wouldn't dream of it."

 

 

 

 

Frey was still sitting on the same couch waiting for Tempest's return.

Edited August 21, 2014 by Snails

[Drago Ryder 641]

(Just trying to add a bit of drama to this. lol)

 

Tempest sighed as he exited the vent and glanced at Frey. "Seems that you were right. Grant seems to be planning something. I don't know what it is, but I bet I'll find out if I get to the final round of this bloody tournament." He said, as he felt a prescence in his body that had long since been overdue to return. "The gloves come off now. I will not longer hold back." He thought.

 

(I kid you not. Tempest's fight with Frey was only a mere warm up to him. )

Edited August 22, 2014 by Majestic Nightfury

[Literally Snails 2,307]

@@GameytheGeemer, @, @@Scrambled_Egghead, @, @, @, @@dusk shade, @@Gloomfury,  @, @, 

(THIS IS LITERALLY THE FOURTH TIME I'VE HAD TO REWRITE THIS LONG POST! MY INTERNET KEEPS CRASHING, NOT THAT I'M MAD ABOUT THAT OR ANYTHING!)

(Anyway, since Gamey hasn't replied in over 48 hours, RAGE is the winner by default. Congrats.)

 

Topaz made one, final announcement before ending her day's work. "Alright, fans, thank you all for sticking with us through the preliminary rounds! Don't forget that the next fights start tomorrow at twelve PM sharp! As a final word of caution, I'd like to remind everyone staying at the luxurious tournament hotel not to disturb the fighters' private rooms on the eighth floor. We have a very large security mech and it will rip you in half! Good night, folks!"

 

After Crimson's fight was officially over, the disgruntled fans left the stadium in droves. Those who could afford it were going to the Luxury hotel located near the stadium. The remaining fighters each had private rooms in the hotel as a courtesy of the tournament committee.

 

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Frey listened to the commotion as the fans left the stadium. "Looks like the tourney's all done and out for the day. All the more privacy for us, I say. So, What'd'ya see?" He asked Tempest.

 

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Topaz had Reboot leave the announcer box early so that she could have a moment of privacy. She stayed in the announcer box by herself in silence. She was available to have a conversation if the need arose.

 

@@Gloomfury,

 

Juri happily left her station as a tournament announcer and made her way to the bottom floor of the hotel to serve cocktails in the VIP lounge. Her waitress uniform had the same white cuff-links as her announcer uniform, with the addition of a pink bow on the tip of her tail.

Edited August 22, 2014 by Snails

[Gloomfury 243]

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 When Trench was about to take his 110th lap around he fighters lounge he heard that the Topaz say the first set of fight were over. He sighed and head out the stadium and made his way to the tournament hotel after a quick walk he made it. He head up to his room first to put his dagger and club away and change into more comfortable clothing, a tie and dress shirt with a black vest and pants and a dark overcoat. Then he tied his dreadlocks back and head down to the VIP lounge to get something cold to drink.

 

After the elevator ride he made his way to the lounge. When he got there he took a seat at the counter and gave Juri a smile. "A glass of lemon aid, please." He said in a polite voice. "I hope you're feeling better miss."

[Literally Snails 2,307]

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 When Trench was about to take his 110th lap around he fighters lounge he heard that the Topaz say the first set of fight were over. He sighed and head out the stadium and made his way to the tournament hotel after a quick walk he made it. He head up to his room first to put his dagger and club away and change into more comfortable clothing, a tie and dress shirt with a black vest and pants and a dark overcoat. Then he tied his dreadlocks back and head down to the VIP lounge to get something cold to drink.

 

After the elevator ride he made his way to the lounge. When he got there he took a seat at the counter and gave Juri a smile. "A glass of lemon aid, please." He said in a polite voice. "I hope you're feeling better miss."

"I'm feeling much better now," Juri said with her eyes closed. She opened them and quickly winked at Trench. "Thanks for that by the way."

 

She wrote down Trench's order saying, "By the way, our only lemonade we have is alcohol based. You're not opposed to having a little fun are you?"