JAIF

A large conical building, it's exterior built solely of pure white marble shining under the golden rays of the sun. A garden surrounds this building, complete with a fountain, a small lake, benches to relax and several clusters of trees offering shade and privacy alike. From the viewpoint of an outside observant, nothing at all suggests this structure serves as the temporary homestead and preparation room for the contestants of the largest fighting competition of this generation.

As one walked in through the large arch, its twin large gates gaping open to admit the contestants, however, that impression would soon change. Be it as it may that the interior of the building looked pretty comfortable, several couches and armchairs providing ample sitting and resting space within the base floor's single large room, the atmosphere of war and fighting hung permanently in the air - the various pieces of weaponry, from axes to broadswords to longbows set to the walls ensured that. Surely they were just there for decoration...

Few things deserved particular notice in the spacious room. There was no sign-up stand - for you to enter here, you were either a contestant or an intruder, and while security seemed pretty lax thus far, it was risky to assume the tournament had not arranged measures against the possibility of someone barging in to sabotage the competition. Instead, a blackboard stood on the far wall from the door, currently empty - one could easily see it was set up to announce the matches, along with the speakers set to each corner of the room.

The question stood firm though - where would the actual fighting take place? The building held no immediate answer to that. Eight identical doors, each bearing a number from one to eight branded on the sturdy iron with golden steel, surrounded the room, each locked and barred shut. Clearly the time to enter through these had not arrived yet. In a similar fashion, an identically secured door blocked the path to the second floor through the small stairway that led upwards.

The grounds as well as the structure itself were apparently empty, but for how long?

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OOC: Basically, here you can RP your characters preparing for your fights, interacting with your opponents etc. What you do here will generally not affect the actual course of the tournament, although if the participants wish it so, interactions here may serve to add background to battles between their characters. Simply put, you are not even required to post here to compete, but building up relationships between the characters may lead to more intriguing fights, which may lead to more votes in favor of the best RPer. Either way, have fun until the tournament begins.

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Hawkesy

Tony Stark stepped out of his limo, "So I see this was the place i was told about, seems pretty shabby", Tony then used his nanotech Mark VI suit appear over his body as a kind of high-tech Knight. From then on he was no longer the man Tony Stark, but the legend The Invincible Iron Man "This better not take to long, I have to be back at S.H.I.E.L.D in a few hours" he said to himself, his heavy metal footsteps echoed around the garden, breaking the silence and wondered if he was the only man here...

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"Oh My God I'm Surrounded By Assholes"
"Carlsberg don't make Anime but if they did it would probably be the best series in the world"

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany, im no longer Jeezy :(

Broly

Broly appears from the sky above, descending down to the main entrance...
Broly: "Heh. Quaint place. A resort for weaklings indeed-heh-heh-ha-ha-ha!!!"

*Looks left*

Broly: (Who the Hell is that? A robot?)

*stares at Iron Man intently*

...

Broly: "Guess I better take a look around...and see if there are others."

*walks towards main entrance*

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ANB

Peter Parker fell fown the flight of steps as he got off the bus. It jiggled a little to make sure it was lined up with the sign. He was flat on his face while grabbing at the documents and camera gear now scattered along the pavement.

Driver: "Always a clutz. Have fun!"

Parker gave the driver the middle-finger. It had been what, 3 years since high-school and there were still jack-asses that got a laugh out of humiliating him? But it didn't matter, whenever he got stressed he would just take it out on the enemy. And in this no-holds-barred tournament, he would have plenty of faces to smash in.

Of course, Parker wasn't a brute. No, before fighting Spiderman liked to know what he was getting into. Usually he'd be there in the nick of time after hearing a scream. Usually he'd get WTFpwned, left to recuperate, and then figures out some strategies. Not this time. There were lots of unknowns and he had all the time in the world.

The star of the Daily Bugel gathered up his papers and wiped sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his grey sweater. He had just begun picking up the lens cap when he spotted Iron Man.

Iron Man! A rush of warm memories rushed through Peter's head of the time they fought together. And then there was War Machine. He would interview him and possibly find out his objectives.

"H-hi" Peter stuttered in a typical nervous reporter demeanor, "Are you THE Iron Man...?".

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Kurushimi

A young, blond-haired man sat quietly in a dark corner of the room, ignoring the comfortable couches that stood in the room. His long hair flowed down to his neck, part of it tied up into a pony tail. He was dressed in a night black robe with scarlet clouds scattered across it's frame, making him all but invisible in the shadows. His feet were adorned with nothing more than a simple pair of sandals. The man's dark eyes drifted back and forth across the room, examining each of the arriving contestants.

"This is an interesting setup," he said to himself, his lips curling into a small smile, "An otaku, a clutz, and ape...I wonder which one I'll get to kill first, hmm?"

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~ Credit to Ultimate_Gohan for the signature.

Gosan

"Hmph, I wouldn't be surprised if this tournament turns out to be another freak show like last time" Piccolo muttered, referencing the Galactic Tournament hosted by Hercule. That was the first thing that came to mind when the Namekian spotted where he was supposed to be at, as well as his to be opponents. He dropped down from the skies and landed lightly on the solid ground, he stood firm with his arms crossed, looking at a certain someone and ignoring all others.

"What are you doing here Broly?" The fused Super Namek asked the legendary Super Saiyan suspiciously, though he still smirked a little even under such tension. Piccolo had entered the tournament because he wanted to test himself against the world's current powers, and Broly would be a good challenge if he ended up fighting him.

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Kei

Quite a distance in the air above the marble building, a low humming could be heard. With each passing second, the sound grew louder and louder, until a faint object could be seen in the air, heading straight towards the structure at an amazing speed. It didn't seem to slow down, instead speeding up. Following closely, two identical objects trailed behind.

The three objects, by now, could be identified as aircraft. Each had a red, white, and black design. Stretching from the cockpit -- covered by a black glass -- metal protruded from the sides, bending halfway and pointing towards the front of the ship. The front of the aircraft split into two at the front tip, appearing like the mouth of an animal, opened wide. Machinery extended out of the back of the ship, a group of thrusters placed at the very back. Hanging out of the red-painted machinery, a pair of metal "wings" extended at an angle out of the ship.

"This looks like the place..." a deep voice spoke from the first ship. The voice belonged to a furry figure, his eyes looking left and right, scanning the area.

"I wonder if there any beauties here. Wolf, you'll call me if you find any, right?" another asked, the aircraft containing the voice swerving left and right through the air, as if he were trying to get the attention of the other two.

"Ugh. Panther, you sicken me. I'm sure you're bugging Wolf, like you are me; for that, when we get back, I'll have your head!" the final voice yelled, smashing his hand against the controls of his ship. In doing so, he had fired a bomb at a section of the garden, completely destroying it and sending burned dirt into the air.

"Bah, idiots! Shut up and go. I'll meet up with you two after I'm finished here," the first voice ordered. The other two nodded silently in their cockpit, as if the first could see it, and arced in the air, heading back for space. Silently, the furry male pushed a button in the cockpit, opening the glass. Pulling up on the controls, and pushing another button labeled "Autopilot," he pushed himself up from his seat and hopped from the aircraft, falling towards the grass in front of the building. Seconds later, and with a light tap, he landed, his beady, animal eyes staring at the entrance of the tournament's building.

"Heh. I'd be more excited about this if Fox was here. I'll just have to deal with it, I guess," he muttered under his breath, starting towards the doors.

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Broly

Broly still stared straight forward after being addressed by Piccolo for a few seconds longer until he said, "Don't flatter yourself, lizard scum...I'm still the same as before. You remember what happened? Why should I fear your punk-ass? Fool.". After having said this, Broly turned and walked through the main arch and into the base floor's single room of the main contestants building.

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Gosan

"Lizard scum? That's a new one ..." Piccolo replied, slightly amused at the name calling. "So, I see you're the same as before. Well, I won't fall as easily as last time" he added confidently, even as Broly walked away. The Namekian warrior stared after the Saiyan, then turned away as well. He took a walk into the shade of the trees, resting against a trunk and hoping the tournament will start soon. "Pff, all this waiting is a waste of my time ..." he muttered disappointedly.

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Chuckles

A blue ship shot out of the the sky with high speed velocity. It roared into view as it raced to the grounds nose first. Suddenly only feet from the ground, the glass door shot open and a red hemleted man soared through the sky like a bird in flight. The blue ship made ajustments to the absent pilot by correcting itself and hovering above the ground bottom first. The ship was none other than the Blue Falcon, and the pilot, none other than Captain Falcon himself.

Captain Falcon flipped until he was feet first and landed with an emence thud and the dirt below. He landed with one knee up and the other on the dirt-brown ground. Falcon then stood up and brushed the dirt from his gloves and boots. Once he had done so, he began to walk twords the other fighters who were positioned off infront of Falcon. He let out a huff of fresh air and walked forward. He needed to get out more than just to race and bounty hunt, and this was how. He was going to be sure not to ruin it.

"hn!" Captain Falcon grunted with a nod to the others fighters just directly ahead.

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Tuna2

Near one of the few cherry blossom trees present in the garden, the lone outline of what seemed to be a person stood. His figure, hidden in the shadow of the tree above him, was covered in a black kimono. On said kimono he bore a white overcoat, one with no sleeves and several small black lines on the bottom to denote a high rank of some sort. On the back of said overcoat he bore the Japanese kanji for '6' which was emphasized by the black circle surrounding it. Several small white rollers were also present, decorating his hair in an aristocratic like fashion and to his side he wore a sheathed katana, whether it be for looks or for actual fighting was as of yet unknown.

Near the figure, a rather large gap in the sky had been torn open. The gap showed an image of what looked to be a large Japanese-style mansion, one which seemed to highlight every detail of Japanese 'perfection' without flaw. As the figure took a step forward, the gap in the sky seemed to disappear, once again leaving the once torn sky whole again. The man's eyes glanced around the garden a few times as though to take in every aspect of it. Luxuries of every sort seemed to highlight the garden; fountains, trees, flowers, and the lot. However, rather than partake in such things, the man looked towards the large building ahead of him.

"Several large Reiatsus seem to be headed in that direction," the man noted impassively, his legs now carrying him in the direction of the building, "though they are of little comparison to my own."

Hawkesy

Iron Man ignored Peter..after all he did betray him during the Civil War a few months back, a war that had left allies as enemies and even the fondest of friends despise each other, Tony knew Peter wasn't to blame for the death of Steve Rogers, Captain America but he couldn't help trying to shift the blame, and Tony, a recovering alcoholic, was used to shifting blame away from himself, if not the alcoholism, it was the weapons manufacturing Stark Industries was previously famous for. Tony brushed past Peter, he did not want any bad feelings in this 'tournament' between them and walked up to Broly
"You do know that the Hulk was doing this whole 'Smash, Bash' thing well before you were even a twinkle in your Daddy's eye and I've taken the Hulk many a time" Tony grinned under his face plate
"If this guy was as stupid as he looked this tournament was going to be a breeze"

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"Oh My God I'm Surrounded By Assholes"
"Carlsberg don't make Anime but if they did it would probably be the best series in the world"

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany, im no longer Jeezy :(

burningvegeta

It was something rather small in height, but looked quite big; that slowly walked into tournament grounds. The prominent creature would be an exquisite change to the regular competitors. Marked upon what could only seem to be it's stomach was black anti-clockwise swirl. Encased by an expansive colbat substance, that covered it complete from head to foot. The only real distinguishing feature was its, beady black eyes submerged within an ocean a whiteness, along with the blue creatures spectacular white gloves; his fists clenched.

He entered the waiting room, his eyes appeared joyful, he would have smiled if it could. The grand swirl upon its' stomach widened, and it's eyes appeared gay.

Once again a Pokémon seeked a superpower engagement against men. The regent creature that stood among it's competitors was the mighty water Pokémon; Poliwrath "Polii...wrathh...".

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ANB

Parker could tell Stark didn't want to talk about anything and dropped the act. None of the contestants seemed very interesting other than the strage blue creature and the talking animal wearing clothes. He decided they couldn't be TOO weird based on his own experiences.

With no one to talk with, he decided to just have fun and let the tournament run it's course. It would be better to find out what these guys could do as he moved up the ladder. Consequently, the man in the web decided to not show off as he originally planned and to startle everyone with his abilities. Superhuman strength and reflexes--everyone in the audience could say "been there done that". But web; web is what set him apart from the crowd. And Spiderman of all people was used to being odd-man-out.

So Parker continued to act like a clueless dorky reporter and set up his camera for record. He spotted a man that certainly looked like he stepped out of a time machine from medieval Asia. Peter moved the camera so that it panned all the scenery and zoomed in on a blue creature with a bold design on it's chest.

"Say 'hi' to the camera, Frogger!".

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Chuckles

Captain Falcon walked past Iron man it big eyes. The pilot had not ever seen such a character. He looked at the other entrants with a smile. This would be fun, challenging, but fun none the less. He looked at the blue frog and then the photographer. He was puzzled but he said nothing as he gazed at others. Through his visor he saw the likes of many great and exciting opponents and battles.

Falcon shifted his foot in the dirt and thought of some of the battles. They could be riviting and blood-filled. That would be his goal for the tournament, but he hoped for a trophy as well. His eyes be gan to sparkle just thinking of it.

"Yes!" muttered at the thought of the reward.

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