Neo World Martial Arts Tournament II

[Kei]

OOC: I'm guessing it's alright to post multiple times in here then? Thought this was just for sign-ups. And I don't know if that's actual words said to Teresa or Genkai thinking, since it's italicized, but I'll just go with speaking.

"You're excused, shorty," Teresa muttered back, turning to the short figure. For a moment, she almost missed Genkai, her eyes scanning the room for where the voice had come from.

Once her silver eyes caught sight of the tiny frame, she shrugged slightly and crouched down; of course, she wasn't crouching down to get on the same level as Genkai, but to mock her.

[Nikushimi]

"Itachi-san, the Kyuubi brat is pretty anxious for a beating. Shall I give him one?"

"No. If it is a fight with me he wants, it is a fight with me he will get. There's no need to create any trouble right now."

The Uchiha's eyes did not wander, remaining locked on Naruto for the duration of their confrontation. That particular confrontation lasted only until he and Kisame were approached by a woman, whose eyes were bandaged over. Kisame in particular was surprised by her request, and turned to face her with a scowl of mild irritation.

"You don't honestly expect me to-"

"Kisame. Do it." Itachi ordered placidly, nodding for him to obey. "I'd better add my name as well."

This was all that needed to be said. The blue swordsman turned and strolled over to the sign up scroll with his partner, the latter of whom picked up the pen and jotted his name down neatly. Upon casting a cursory glance at the roster, he immediately noticed the name of Jiraiya, barely legible and practically screaming for attention. It was in stark contrast to the Uchiha's modest signature, and, he thought, in shameful taste for a shinobi of such reputation. When he was finished, he moved out of the way, handing off the writing instrument to Kisame. The sharp-toothed Akatsuki bent forward and pressed the tip to the paper, glancing back over his shoulder at Galatea.

"What did you say your name was?" he asked with odd politeness, though he frowned as he saw her blindfold again, "And are you sure you wanna do this, in your condition?"

[JAIF]

OOC: Yeah, I'm guessing this is sort of a Waiting Room thing. Also, Kei, I was considering signing up first and using Teresa just to annoy you, but I am a good boy. =/

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"Thank you, my name is Galatea." The blindfolded girl said. "You mean this?" She touched the bandage over her eyes. "Well, it isn't hindering me as much as you'd think." She smiled, but inwardly, she was thinking hard. She was trying to estimate her competition - something not so easy based on just energy flow readings - but she had not discovered anything useful yet...

Suddenly, a spark of familiar signal drew her attention - one she believed she would never sense again.

"Bisho no Teresa, eh?" She thought, frowning beneath the bandages. "Well... things might have just become a little more complicated." However, no outward change in her posture betrayed anything of her inner thoughts.

[Shirogetsu]

While many of the current participants were discussing things between each other and many others lost within deep thought on the tournament this one had gotten lost and didn't have the faintest idea she was going, she had drifted away from her "older sister" because she was so curious as to what was going on. This young girl, who was no more than sixteen who seemed like easy prey and wasn't too headsmart on the ways of the world had already taken the first step of joining the tournament. She was quite tall, towering most girls her age, she had cotton-candy coloured hair and sparkling emerald eyes, she was very... different, to say the least.

"Eh!? A tournament"

The young girl knew what a tournament was but had never entered one before, she wondered what it would be like, she wasn't one for fighting but...!!!

"I have to enter, to impress Big Sister!"

She had both hands together and placed on her cheek while she was day dreaming of the accomplishment that she had made, thinking of that she herself won the tournament and her Big Sister congratulated and praised her. The girl spoke boldly with upmost confidence in herself, she believed that if she entered and won, she would truly show herself to be worthy of the name "Nonoriri".

00C: Yeah, entering as Nono, sucks that she'd probably destroy the planet so before some bitches complain I'm toning her down. </3

[Pyro Bastard]

As multiple people had already entered and begun chatting amongst each other, a new contender entered the occupied waiting room. The already large grin almost made him seem arrogant, while the clothes and posture made him seem almost as if he was just an ordinary person. However, one thing showed that this new fighter was no where near normal, and that was the long trident which seemed like it was an alien weapon.

“Well that’s good. Look like I didn’t end up late for this one. Damn bastards in the last tournament wouldn’t let me in.” The male said as he walked towards the sign up sheet even though his eyes were completely covered up by a black toboggan. His pace hardly showed any signs of anxiety and that grin held still. Then, without hesitation, the warrior signed his name, Joker, one that most would come to see why sooner or later.

OOC: Joker from Flame of Recca.

[Island of 1,000 Condiments]

I can't edit the starting post anymore.

[ANB]

Originally Posted by Kei

OOC: I'm guessing it's alright to post multiple times in here then? Thought this was just for sign-ups. And I don't know if that's actual words said to Teresa or Genkai thinking, since it's italicized, but I'll just go with speaking.

"You're excused, shorty," Teresa muttered back, turning to the short figure. For a moment, she almost missed Genkai, her eyes scanning the room for where the voice had come from.

Once her silver eyes caught sight of the tiny frame, she shrugged slightly and crouched down; of course, she wasn't crouching down to get on the same level as Genkai, but to mock her.

Genkai simply stared back eyes dry and fixed. Then she rubbed her forehead while kicking at the ground.

"I smell the stench of demon on you. And judging by your attire I can tell your in the hunting bussiness. I have a few questions; the first being: What do you know about the Nightmares...?".

Genkai then, as a supplement, handed a bingo-book with her face in it. It showed records of the numbers killed while going after the prize and her actions in the Dark Tournament.

"I'm sick of these bastards trying to make a fast buck and gambling with my life. This tournement is perfect for letting off some steam and finding out where they are,".

OOC: Kei, I live in Ohio. You seem to always be on at night. When do you log on over there...?

I can't edit the starting post anymore.

That sux. Why don't we call Punxx...?

[Kei]

OOC: Depends on what day it is. Today, it should be around... 9 or 10, eastern. *is only stealing a few minutes while his brother isn't here*

"..."Nightmares?" Who?" Teresa questioned, raising an eyebrow. When given the book, she flipped through it and eyed each page, until she found Genkai's own face.

Giving the book to Teresa probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, as they were both foes once they had signed up. Now, she had information in the palms of her hands that could most likely give her the edge in battle. But, being the almost cocky person--if she could even be called that, with the Yoma blood flowing in her veins--she was, she closed it and handed it back, cutting her eyes from the old female who stood in front of her, in a bored manner.

"Whatever. I'm just here to win because I need the money. I couldn't care what your, or any other's, reasons are," she basically spat out, putting her lips together and blowing out a tiny bit of air, the same bored manner not leaving her face.

[Island of 1,000 Condiments]

Also, until I can Edit again, there's a slight problem w/ Nikushimi's character on the Roster that I meant to, kinda, fix.

[Nikushimi]

Originally Posted by Island of 1,000 Condiments

Also, until I can Edit again, there's a slight problem w/ Nikushimi's character on the Roster that I meant to, kinda, fix.

Die, horribly, in a fiery hellstorm of agony. =/

[JAIF]

Originally Posted by Nikushimi

Die, horribly, in a fiery hellstorm of agony. =/

It could've been worse - he could have called him Papa Chang.

[Null]

He sat in the small locker room alone, holding the short slip of paper which confirmed his entry into the Neo World Martial Arts Tournament II in one gloved hand. Auron scratched his chin with the other (which was not covered by a glove) feeling the prickle of stubble as he did so. His appearance was not totally unusual, when compared to that of the other entrants in this competition.

Auron wore a long red cloak which was fastened at the waist by a large belt. His thick leather boots were fastened tightly with buckles, and a large ceramic bottle of some alcoholic beverage was attached to his belt through an array of large colored beads. Standing, Auron ran a hand through his medium length hair. Although it had once been a fine jet black, flecks of gray licked at his hairs, aging the man considerably. Although concealed by sunglasses, Auron’s eyes were piercing – at least, his left was. He kept his right eye permanently closed, a thick, ugly scar etched into the flesh above and below the organ.

“Okay.” He said whilst standing. His voice was harsh and gravelly, but he spoke in a calm tone. He picked up his large sword which he lifted effortlessly with one hand, despite the fact that it obviously weighed a considerable amount. “Let’s hope I’m not too late.” He said, walking towards the door as he stuffed the entry slip into his pocket before leaving the locker room, heading out into the waiting area which was growing with occupants by the minute.

Ooc: Hope I'm not too late for this. Character chosen is Auron from Final Fantasy X

[Island of 1,000 Condiments]

All fixed, anyone else?

[burningvegeta]

A beautiful women enter the into the hangar bay, wearing a black leather two piece suit with a large letter “R”. Engulfing the rather large letter was the bright crimson red that almost glowed on her chest. She walked enter the dark room were she could see the Boss, engulfed in darkness only his orange leggings were to be seen.
"Sir…
…
Sir..."
…oh my dear I am sorry. Has Project Phantom been shifted to the grounds yet? "No Sir. We are having a great deal of trouble moving the cargo Sir."
“WHAT” he shouted making a cat like Shadow run past her “we’ll be late you fool”
“I know Sir but he has requested to speak with you…His making it imp-“. She was cut off by the Boss’s immense presence as he stood up. “Fine, I will speak with him”

The Boss had left his hangar bay room. It had taken the Boss and his beautiful assistant several minutes to reach the cargo. Upon arrival she looked up, “Look sir” after ignoring her request to see the room scatted with countless tossed aside Master Balls he looked above, to see the humongous metal crate with huge red letters saying “Clefairy Dolls Inc” floating still in the air, engulfed with a dark blue aura.

"MEW..TWO..."
"I'm here”

The blue aura faded and the crate fell within an instant of the Bosses words..
As the boss shook of his clothes after arising from the array of Master Balls hurled into him with great speed and the ship began to sail once more...

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention Lola" *carefully watching his men also dressed in black unlocking the huge metal crate* "My pleasure Giovanni Sir..." *cute smile*

-Mewtwo (Suppressed Cyborg Form) if that’s okay Island…