private Multiverse Tournament

[Loriem 639]

With a look at the computer, the Masked Man decided to tell it something... via communicator app.

 

He switched to the commands app, of which he used to tell his Pigmasks what to when hand signals weren't enough. He then pressed a few buttons, and a computer voice said "Get on with it already." then, it bussed, and said "He my UNDERWEAR out of CLAYMAN running, running, running RuuuuuuWE ARE SORRY, THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED IS OUT OF PORK CHOPS."

 

With confusion, the masked man threw the useless device as it was NOT helping.

Edited December 4, 2012 by Secret Person

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

The Dragonborn looked at the unusual bright screen showing an image. Considering this was ment to be a tournament, there very much fighting going on. He took of his ebony helmet and yelled aloud.

"YOU CALL THIS A TOURNAMENT? ALL I HAVE WITNESSED IS A GROUP OF MILK-DRINKERS TALKING! I DEMMAND TO SEE REAL WARFARE!"

[Descant 1,897]

Dumbledore glanced at the shouting man in the dark armor. "No, no, my good man, these are manners," Dumbledore explains kindly, eyes twinkling. "And warfare is never something to be desired. Would you waste an innocent life so easily? These people are at least taking the opportunity to get to know their opponent. Give them their chance."

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

He turned and sneered at the old man "now listen here. I did not waste my time for wisdome, and im not going to waste my time watching a horse and a man in blue and red amour talk. I came for power, so i can stop the dragons quicker and potentially for good. they're mad enough i slayn their leader in soverngard.

[Descant 1,897]

"A worthy cause." Dumbledore gives the sneering man a piercing look. "I, in the meanwhile, am here to not only cure myself of a curse I recently sustained, but also to gain the means to thwart the single most powerful dark wizard in all of our history. Are not both of our causes noble? I see no reason we cannot strike up pleasant conversation while time is frozen in each of our respective universes."

[The Weapon 168]

The Doctress paused between Silmaril Spam Sigil and Infamy Chocolate Rain, if only to glare momentarily at the Dragonborn for not getting the fact it's a slow competitive.

 

"Is it just me, or is Skyrim REALLY the worst part of Tamriel?" she muttered, then resumed viewing more weird and strange attack patterns to try. "Now... Tapioca Llama or Pyrite Monkey?"

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

"well if your anything like the mages then this will end the same. With my balde in your neck. And unless you slay dragons and can slow time by shouting, i dont have abything to say to you." he turned back to the live image. It wasnt what he had expected, but itll do for entertaiment.

[Descant 1,897]

"Well, where I'm from, people are usually a bit more civilized," Dumbledore said, finally allowing a trace of disgust to creep into his voice. "But, if you must know, we aren't really concerned with slaying dragons; their magical properties are far too useful for us to want to kill all of them. And time magic is heavily regulated by the Ministry of Magic. But I'm not interested in any of that; it has occured to me that I do not even know your name, and you are not aware of mine." Dumbledore extends his unwithered hand, hoping the stranger would humor him, even if his attitude so far suggested he wouldn't. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Edited December 4, 2012 by Descant

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

He stared at the mans offer for a short while. He sighed, and accepted it. "just call me dragonborn, or dovakin"  he said "and i was not on about magic, i was on about the thu'm. I can slow it down, travel long distances. summon clouds and controll the weather. i hav ethe ability to case others in ice by talos i have a dragon bent to my will, and all of that is with my voice."

[Descant 1,897]

"Ah, but young Dovahkiin, we cannot do that where I come from." Dumbledore smiled. "In my universe, wizards can achieve most of those feats with our magic that you speak of so scornfully." He was very intrigued at the idea of controlling the fabric of the universe with just your voice, and without a wand.

[Half-Note 273]

"ATTENTION CHAMPIONS!" The Game Master said as his hologram appeared beside Dumbledore. "I have seen fit to pair another pair of you to battle," he told them. "The next fight will be between..." he began as another two warriors were highlighted. "ALEX!" The metalic voice shouted as he was whisked away to a grassy field beside a lake. "CLAUS!" The metalic voice continued as he appeared on the other end of the lake. "As for the rest of you, I have opened up a training room for you. Simply go in one of these rooms," The Game Master said to the rest. "And you will be able to select an average opponent or group of opponents that they would fight, thus telling you their power," The Game Master finished as his hologram dissapeared.

[Loriem 639]

The Masked Man was shocked that the voice said THAT name, such a name was not useful for him anymore.

 

With a flash of light, he disappeared, and he quickly readied his sword and arm cannon. 

 

With a look around the grassy field, he was ready to defeat the next opponent quickly.

 

(OOC: i am an idiot! >_<)

Edited December 4, 2012 by Secret Person

[Cranium Tyranus 216]

(^ Best post I have seen in this thread yet)

 

Rainbow Dash only caught a few of these words witch had not made sense, including Human Torch, the things name ('Spiderman? Sounds like something Flutters might be afraid of..') and clearly didn't understand why he was asking her to stuff completely unrelated to what they were supposed to do. "Uh,", she tried to start a sentence but couldn't finish, not knowing what to say.

Spider-Man was getting a little bored with waiting on an answer, so he decided to push the horse's buttons a bit, "Look, I can tell your a little unsure of what's going on, I get that, you probably don't even wanna be here, and I'd hate to have to humiliate you in a competition you weren't even ready for, but I kinda need this... So how about you just concede to me? I won't say anything about it and you get to go back home. Besides, I'm kinda here for the action part of the whole competition, not babysit bashful foal..." Spider-Man showed his back to Rainbow Dash, he would allow his Spider sense to tell him if the mare would get mad enough to charge him or not.

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn walked into the white empty room. Across the walls were racks of weaponry and other tools. Standing in the center were dummies that simulated the human torso and head. A room devoted to the practice of gladiatorial combat. Aragorn rested his arm on one of the dummies, looking out across the room as the other competitors slowly made there way into the same room. He couldn't let himself appear like a easy target. He had to prove his capabilities in close combat and at ranged. Aragorn stood back at his mark and prepared to draw out his bow.

[Descant 1,897]

Professor Dumbledore also entered the room. He had far less interest in practically demonstrating his own abilities than he had in observing those of the others. However, the room seemed to have one rule; If you're in here, you MUST practice. Dumbledore drew his wand, and pointed it at a dummy. With a flick, the dummy was transfigured into a large swarm of butterflies, which dispersed and spread about the room.

[Flying Ace 142]

Professor Dumbledore also entered the room. He had far less interest in practically demonstrating his own abilities than he had in observing those of the others. However, the room seemed to have one rule; If you're in here, you MUST practice. Dumbledore drew his wand, and pointed it at a dummy. With a flick, the dummy was transfigured into a large swarm of butterflies, which dispersed and spread about the room.

"Really? Butterflys? Yeah I can see why your a head master." Dante said with a smirk. "Now see how a real warrior does things" he drew Ebony and Ivory and started firing at the dummies, not a single one missing its mark as he got each one inbewtween the eyes.

[The-Master 1,176]

Aragorn strung back his arrow, letting it lose with deadly accuracy. The shot piercing the center of the dummies throat, a quick kill. He went to draw for another shot, this time stinging in two arrows at once. When he released them, both hit their marks. Two dummies fell with an arrow to the chest. Aragorn was pleased, not having lost any skill over the years it having seem. He retrieves his arrows, placing them back in his quiver. As he turned to walk away he made a quick draw. Letting out a small cry he unsheathed Andruil, decapitating the dummy in one swift blow. Satisfied, Aragorn slid his sword back into its sheath, walking back off to allow the others a fair try.

[Descant 1,897]

Dumbledore lazily flicked his wand. The last bullet Dante had fired turned into a paper airplane, did a loop-de-loop in midair, and flew back the way it came, settling on Dante's head. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" Dumbledore asked politely, smiling serenely.

[SørenWolf 227]

The Masked Man was shocked that the voice said THAT name, such a name was not useful for him anymore.

 

With a flash of light, he disappeared, and he quickly readied his sword and arm cannon. 

 

With a look around the grassy field, he was ready to defeat the next opponent quickly.

 

(OOC: i am an idiot! >_<)

 

Alex stood up upon hearing his name, Time for some action it would seem. Looking around the field where he had landed. He smirked, the game master had given him a lake, how fun. Alex turned to his opponent and readied his psynergy. "You will permit me to make the first move wont you? after all I am unarmed and you have a sword." Alex didn't wait for a response. He summoned a geyser below his opponent, throwing him 30 feet into the air.

[Flying Ace 142]

Dumbledore lazily flicked his wand. The last bullet Dante had fired turned into a paper airplane, did a loop-de-loop in midair, and flew back the way it came, settling on Dante's head. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" Dumbledore asked politely, smiling serenely.

Dante knocked the airplane off of his head as he unsheathed Rebellion and pointed it at Dumbledore. "You want to go a round old man? I don't have to follow the "respect your elders rule"" Dante said not surprised by what the man did. I've fought demons who could use magic, this will not be hard.

[Opalicious 799]

Number 6 didn't have much of a taste for watching a battle, and did most of the fighting instead. She entered an empty training room and eyed the many dummies around her. She immediately went invisible and moments later, one of the dummies disappeared, only to reappear completely disassembled. Another dummy flew into the air and crashed into the ceiling, when another two lifted at the same time and crashed into each other, before a sword from the rack flew into another dummies head. Reappearing, beads of sweat slowly trickled down her forehead, and she jumped at the dummy behind her, flipping and disappearing, only for the dummy to crumple for the ground. In case they were watching, she didn't reveal her last power, as it would become her most useful attack.

[Descant 1,897]

Dante knocked the airplane off of his head as he unsheathed Rebellion and pointed it at Dumbledore. "You want to go a round old man? I don't have to follow the "respect your elders rule"" Dante said not surprised by what the man did. I've fought demons who could use magic, this will not be hard.

"Not particularly, my good man. Personally, I would find such unnecessary combat distasteful, and ultimately a waste of time." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling. "Why should we exert ourselves on such unnecessary violence outside of the battlefield? Would you not prefer to have a cordial chat over a few firewhiskies?" And just like that, Dumbledore flicks his wand again, conjuring a full bottle and two glasses out of nowhere, which poured itself, after which one of the glasses presented itself to Dante. "You really should try some. It's one of our delicacies."

Edited December 5, 2012 by Descant

[Glitch 26]

47 walked into the training ground. It was a white void, completely empty save for multiple black targets posted at various ranges throughout the room. In the middle of the room was a rack of various rifles, pistols, machine guns, shotguns, and sniper rifles, boxes of ammo posted around it. 47 walked forwards and observed the gun rack before selecting the Walther WA2000 and stepping away. He faced one of the targets. 47 deployed the WA2000's bipod and set it down on the ground. He shed his jacket and pulled out a single Silverballer. He let it hang by his side. 47 took a deep breath and focused. He then snapped his hand forward, quickly aimed the Silverballer at the target, and fired two rounds. They had found their marks, one in the chest, one in the head. 47 pulled out the second Silverballer and did the same. Identical action, identical result; only this time, there were two in the chest and two in the head. Satisfied with his work, 47 holstered the two pistols and picked up the WA2000. Turning to a target further away, he lay down on the ground and looked through the scope. He aimed for the target's head, held his breath, and squeezed the trigger. Headshot. Content with his performance, 47 stood up, collected his jacket, picked up the WA2000, and exited the training room.

[Loriem 639]

Alex stood up upon hearing his name, Time for some action it would seem. Looking around the field where he had landed. He smirked, the game master had given him a lake, how fun. Alex turned to his opponent and readied his psynergy. "You will permit me to make the first move wont you? after all I am unarmed and you have a sword." Alex didn't wait for a response. He summoned a geyser below his opponent, throwing him 30 feet into the air.

The Masked Man flew into the air, and with that, activated his mechanical jetpack wings.

 

The idea of "Honorable" fighting ment nothing to him, his only goal was to aid in his King's wishes as best he could, and right now that ment to eliminate this one as efficiently as possible.

 

With that, The Masked Man flew towards Alex, and repeatedly fired his arm cannon right at him before charging in slicing with his sword.

[SørenWolf 227]

The Masked Man flew into the air, and with that, activated his mechanical jetpack wings.

 

The idea of "Honorable" fighting ment nothing to him, his only goal was to aid in his King's wishes as best he could, and right now that ment to eliminate this one as efficiently as possible.

 

With that, The Masked Man flew towards Alex, and repeatedly fired his arm cannon right at him before charging in slicing with his sword.

seeing his opponent alter his flight pattern mid air Alex expected a retaliation. But upon seeing what appeared to be small flashes of light on his arm, Expecting an attack he erected a thick wall of ice in front of himself. the bullets were blocked by the wall but the sword slash shattered the wall. But Alex was no longer behind the wall, he had warped himself away.