burningvegeta

After Giovanni had entered the crate where Mewtwo was being held, time seemed to fly past. They remained silent until they harbored into the dock. The crate was then sealed off once again by Mewtwo’s ability and safely placed into the Team Rocket van, also disguised as Clefairy Doll Inc form of transport. Mewtwo thought hard and pictured his location whilst watching Giovanni pace around the crate, even within the small space he had to do so. Mewtwo had questions.
“Why did you get those idiots to download brainless TM moves into my memory”
“To make sure your attack pond of attacks are vast, enabling you to fight to a 100% aptitude Mewtwo”

Lola who was driving was suddenly stop she had a perplexed grin on her face “…what the hell” until she had remember what she had been driving around up until now. They had arrived at the Tournament. The van door softly swung open lit with the glow of dark blue. Mewtwo’s will burned blue, Giovanni tried not to show his fear, of Mewtwo suppressed power. He jumped out of the van to see children laughing and pointing at his direction. Giovanni mistakenly thought they were laughing at him; (they were actually laughing at the Clefairy van) he frowned at them until they ran away.

Mewtwo released the cybernetic restraints and he floated alongside Giovanni as he walked into the Tournament gates. The walked straight past registration as the man at the desk seemed to be in some kind of a day dream. Giovanni slapped him trying to wake him up. “Stop…I have already made all the necessary preparations, and now I am ready”.

Lola parked the Clefairy van at a nearby McDonald's, and then she ran heading towards the Tournament only to be stopped by in her tracks by an invisible force. She heard the voice of Mewtwo in her head “I need no distractions in my first round I’m going to show theses…HUMANS what I can truly do…” Giovanni activated his mind control over Mewtwo…he was ready and so was his puppet. Looking around Giovanni talks to Mewtwo although he is aware that Mewtwo shouldn't (even though he can) be able to hear him "Theres a lot of colorful characters on display here even though theres no Pokémon for you to man handle, I'm sure you won't feel out of place thou"...(looking at Joker, Jiraiya, Naruto, and Galatea) *evil grin*

Mew two's mind painted a pictures a cloady image of red eyes with strange markings within his head "...What is this powaa!!"

__________________

Amerowolf

Sechs walked into the tournament area with a toothy grin on her synthetic as well as masculine face. this will serve as a decent area to test me new body. To the average onlooker, Sechs looked like a fearsome man with her cybornetic body, when in fact she was a woman.

Thought you wouldn't know it by the way she acted.

She walked up to the desk and leaned down onto the counter, bringing her face up close to the man. "I'd like tah register...If you would be so kind." She hissed through her pointed metal teeth at the man.

He shoved the paperwork her way and she filled it out simply.
"Heh, get ready for my surprises."
(I was shanghai'd into being your 15th competitor. Using Sechs from Battle Angel Alita: Last Order)

__________________

Hiraku_Kazuma

Fury

__________________

Island of 1,000 Condiments

We need 16.

__________________

Inuyasha16

Theres no other way to do it? Like if some ppl got bys?

__________________

Island of 1,000 Condiments

It would be completely even w/ 16.

I could always join myself, but we're bound to find someone else.

__________________

Tuna2

A teenage boy, no more than fifteen years of age, walked into the waiting room. He wore a white shirt with a black skull on the front and a pair of black jeans. His expression seemed to be stuck in a constant frown and attached to his back was a small pack that seemed to move from time to time. Although each of these characterisitcs seemed out of the norm for a fighter, the most peculiar trait he carried on his appearance was his bright orange hair, somewhat of an 'unlucky' feature he had carried all his life.

As he walked up to the front desk, the man eyed him wearily before putting his pen to the paper. "Name?" He questioned, an expression of boredom on his face.

"Kurosaki Ichigo."

OOC: Sure are alot of Claymore/Naruto fans out there. Anyways, Ichigo from Bleach.

Island of 1,000 Condiments

~ Registration Closed.


Match-Ups:

• Naruto [Inuyasha16] vs. Joker [Pyro Bastard]
• Genkai [ANB]vs. Ichigo [Tuna2]
• Itachi [Nikushimi] vs. Priscilla [Fury]
• Kurushimi [Deidara] vs. Auron [Null]
• Jiraiya [Eragon] vs. Clare [Hiraku Kazuma]
• Lust [Beautiful Illusion] vs. Mewtwo [burningvegeta]
• Gatatea [JAIF] vs. Teresa [Kei]
• Nono [Shirogetsu] vs. Sechs [Ameroworlf]

You may still Role-Play in this topic.

__________________

Nikushimi

"Hooo, Itachi-san..." Kisame sneered with amusement, staring at the poster depicting the contestants for each match, "It seems your opponent is a woman. And a rather interesting specimen she is. Doesn't look like much, but there's something about her eyes..."

The Uchiha didn't say a word. Rather, he stared blankly up at his name and that of his opponent before making a slight turn of his head. That's all it took, for his soon-to-be adversary was nearby. True to Kisame's description, she was not physically intimidating. However, equally true, her appearance seemed to bely something else, something that made itself known only in the subtle glimmer of her eyes. Itachi fixed on them with his own, his face becomming a blank slate, as it often did while he was thinking.

"...Interesting..."

__________________

Bow to the King.

Eragon

The sound of he females voice cause the peeping tom to suddenly jump from his hiding spot and landing out in the open, almos drawing back in surprise at being found out; however, though his red-marked cheeks dropped with his jaw in surprise, and his eyes shrunk to nothing, it di not seem to stem from shame of being found out- instead, it was genuine horror and surprise.

As his eyes scanned over Lust though, this expression seeme to change; at first, subtly, and slowly as he observed her large-breasted hourglass figure, then blatanly open, a perverted grin whch spread across rosey cheeks and obiously doing his best to hold bak a perverted chuckle.

"Well well, nice to meet you," he grinned, rubbing his chin wih a laugh, mentally praising every god he had ever heard of for this research oppurtunity.

__________________

Beautiful Illusion

The female's gaze was, surprisingly, not fixed upon the male she had addressed - luckily for him, she was unable to watch his expression change as his eyes fell on her body; the exact representation of her name - Lust. Her arms remained folded beneath her ample chest, the small, winged snake known as the Oruborous rising and falling, as it always did, surpringly void of being covered by her cleavage.

"My name is Lust. And yours?" The female responded, with a small nod to show she had noted what the male had said, at last turning her gaze upon him. She already knew what he had been doing, she had no need to read the expression on his face. She unfolded her arms, holding out a hand - perhaps not the wisest of moves...but it was something she had learned to be corteous of huumans - she may as well do the same.

__________________

Island of 1,000 Condiments

He sat in the audience w/ his arms crossed along his chest. The shadowy figure himself was large, almost behemoth-like, w/ a monstrous build, & eyes shaded a deep black. His uniform was of a similar color – a robe complete w/ a neckband & the designs of scarlet clouds dancing through the seams. Most of his head was draped within an aged turban, held up by two guards – A forehead protector & a mouth guard. As for the visual aspects of his face, it was deeply shaded to a tanned tone & carried many wrinkles. In addition, it seemed to be slouched down in an angered expression. The being’s right eye twitched as soon as he heard that obnoxious scream, “You stupid fuck, we missed the Sign-Ups because your sorry ass had to, just had to, pick up that bounty on the way here.”

The tall one was Kakuzu, the obnoxious one: Hidan.

Hidan stood much smaller, yet much louder than Kakuzu. He was scrawny, shirtless, & had an attitude. In a very brief description, he had white hair, followed by lavender-shaded eyes. Further down were his rosary, an open-chest Akatsuki robe, & probably nothing where the underwear should be. Other notable features also included the red, three-prong scythe that was attached to his back, as well as the little kids flicking popcorn at his head from a few stands up. He too twitched at this. “Fuckin’ dickheads.”

“One day, when I find a way, - I will kill you.”

__________________

burningvegeta

Mewtwo blue body glowed turning his metallic alien body into a burning torchlight, turning his showing skin pale and his metal enhancements blue. Mewtwo was prepared for battle, he was trying to scan everyone of the competitors. His huge metal head glowed more and more brightly until Giovanni appeared from the bathroom; Mewtwo's bright light quickly faded away.
"What are you doing now"
"..........."
"Fine..don't talk"
Mewtwo sensed a great amount of fear in this tournament, as well as whiff of anger and suffering. He also sensed huge amount of POW-AA!!! Mewtwo turned his head briefly to look at Giovanni and then looked away, then raising his arms to see his grey head on the reflection of his arms enhancements, then looking down at his thick torso armour. He ponded on the thought of killing Giovanni who was removing his tissue from his pocket: "You fool you will never control the world greatest Pokémon with such fruitless mechanics" He would wait for now it frankly wasn't the time or place.

__________________

Pyro Bastard

Joker looked at the match-ups once they had been planted for all to see. His opponent was an unheard of warrior causing the male to yawn before looking around the area. Men dressed in cloaks, children running free, women with swords that looked as if they spawned from hell, cyborgs walking while barely keeping their identity sealed, an old pervert and a beautiful yet inhuman lady. None of the contestants seemed to frightening, nor did they seem like any fun. However, Joker had a way to change that around.

With a grin as usual, and hardly any concentration, the area around the room seemed to have a light feeling to it. That was only the cause of gravity being lowered. Those that stood still would hardly notice it, while anyone that moved would easily be able to walk into air.

__________________

Thanks to Raven for the sig.

Owner of Jatimatic/Crayne and JC.