Island of 1,000 Condiments

8 - No god-modding is allowed. You roleplay your own character and let your opponent choose if your attack hits them or not. Your character has to take damage at least some of the time.

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Inuyasha16

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ANB

It was 9:30. Everything was set. Martial-arts gowns were tedious to iron, however, and Genkai stayed up late once-again. She was used to it though.

"Petty demon fools. If I can't wipe them out, I'll have to gather some information. I want to know who is after my head,".

Common sense told Genkai that a price had been placed on her head. She cared little why, only who. And if she entered a grand tournament like this she would easily be able to connect some dots.

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At the Tourney, the old-master spotted a wild-haired boy in a jump-suit pacing with a smug-look. He became slightly interested now that there was someone in sight.

"First to show up...? That's interesting. You remind me of a fiery pupil I once had,".

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Nikushimi

OOC- I really wanna join up as Itachi, but that would make things grossly one-sided, and I'd probably end up getting in trouble. So, for now, I'm gonna make my post kinda vague as to which character I'm RPing, but it's probably gonna be Kisame, unless you, Island and/or Inuyasha16, gives me the "OK".

This is gonna be sweet. I won the last tournament with Tobi, the Akatsuki Good Boy. But that was pretty unfair, because Tobi is way too awesome to lose. This time, I'm gonna plow through with sheer force.

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"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..." came the sound of a familiar laugh from behind Naruto, betraying the prescences of two cloaked individuals, "Itachi-san, look at this. The Kyuubi Jinchuuriki running around without anyone to hold his leash? That won't do. Perhaps we should drag him with us out of this place..."

The imposing shadow hovering over the boy came from none other than the leviathon known as Hoshigaki Kisame, and off to his left, a far more terrifying sight- a man whose eyes carved deep into the Jinchuuriki's soul, stirring up memories of a lost friend, a lost battle, and almost lost lives. Pain that was unreal, pain that stemmed from the actions of one man, all because of this man. This man... This man...was Uchiha Itachi...and it was as if he was a void in space rather than a person. Light seemed to fall into him and not escape. There was an almost supernatural darkness about him, permeated only by a pair of blood-red Sharingan. Eyes stained forever with the color of that massacre...

"It's been some time...Naruto-kun..." he breathed with his usual calmness, as if he were casually greeting an old friend.

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Bow to the King.

Island of 1,000 Condiments

If you must, be Itachi.


ANB, you mean the Genkai from Yu Yu Hakusho?

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Kurushimi

A man entered the room and then proceeded twoards the sign-up sheet. His hair was long and golden. He wore a cloak, black as coal and dotted with red clouds. His face was painted with a maniacal smile. "This is gonna be a blast!"

OOC: In case it wasn't clear. I'm being Deidara

ANB

Genkai stared into her mug, a smile creeping across her face. The wrinkles didn't seem so bad, now that she was involved in another battle.

^^

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Inuyasha16

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Eragon

In fact, Naruto had not been the first to arrive at such a prestiious event; had he looked up the scroll, scribbled in handwriting nearly as bad as his own, ironic considering it's owners occupation; a signature that would be very familiar to him, and which had incorporated more lines than necessary as an elaborate title.

The Great Toad Sage of the Mountains, Jiraiya!

Yes, in what seemed like an off-chabce-perhaps, one might say a twist of fate- Master and Pupi woul both be participating in this contest, just like the members of the organisation known as Akatsuki.

And yet...
After such an elaborate declaration of entry, the 'great sage' was nowhere to be seen.
Training perhaps?

-Elsewhere-
"Oh yeah, thats the way to work it!" the white-maned man grinned, foring his binoculars furher onto the bridge of his nose in order to bring the naked women in the bath house beyond the bushes better into focus, his grin splitting rosey cheeks.

"Hehe... this research is the best!"

OOC:Usin' Jiraya again. And having him elsewhere so I won't get m ass handed to me by Nikushimi for doing somehing Jiraiya would do.
Like trying to be a hero and die horribly.
And sorry for poor quality, gotta go in a bit and wanted to reserve a place

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Island of 1,000 Condiments

You didn't even spell your character's name right. =/

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Eragon

I always miss the I out; edited

EDIT: And, if a mod could delete his, since.. I've been added and made the change, I'd appreciate it

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Beautiful Illusion

The female's face was pale, set against her ebony hair. Her crimson eyes ginted a little, as she glanced around the stadium, face showing every sign of her being unimpressed by what she saw - however, it did not differ greatly from her usual espression. It seemed to be the competition she was scanning - or those who had arrived thus far...most were male; she had been named Lust for a reason. Her heels collided with the floor, keeping a rhythm as the female cut through the crowds - they were not much her thing. She felt it much more approriate to distance herself from them, and so, found herself travelling towards the bushes...finding a being in her wake in the process.

"Having fun, are we?" She commented, in the pleasurable drawl that was her own - half fed-up, though the other half...had a much different element within it. It could have been half-expected to develop into a pleasured moan at any time.

OOC ~ In case I was unclear - Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist. xxx

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JAIF

OOC: I always liked nr. 7 =/

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The sound of a pair of leather sandals would attract little-to-no attention in a place like the premises of the grand building where the registration process of the biggest fighting event of the world was hosted, as would the - rather tall, admittedly - woman in the dark brown cloak. Her golden straight hair reached up to her waist, but the most defining characteristic would be the dark blindfold across her eyes.

Whether she was actually blind or not, she had little trouble navigating her way through the crowd, elegantly sliding between possible wanna-be contestants and just random onlookers - none of which had the courtesy to make way for a disabled woman. What she was looking for in that place was unclear - while her clothing had the ragged look of a beggar's, something in her posture said otherwise. Even then, she drew quite a number of startled looks on her when she slid through the broad arch into the large building where the contestants submitted their registrations.

Once inside the confines of the large structure, she maneouvered around with the same ease as outside, reaching the large statue underneath which the stand with the sign-up scroll stood. Once she reached that spot, she glanced around, seemingly unsure of what to do. Then her blindfolded eyes stopped on the giant blue-skinned shark-man, who stood just nearby.

"Excuse me, kind sir." She offered to the Akatsuki member in a charming voice, a smile brightening her face. "Could you please fill in the form for me? As you can see, I'm having some difficulties..." She pointed to her blindfold.

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OOC: Yeah, using Galatea, from Claymore.

Kei

OOC: Damn, beat me to Claymore, JAIF, but you can make my intro so much better. >_>

"I knew I sensed something here."

Leaning against a wall of the building, a female poised with her arms across her chest, long blonde hair flowing around her neck and down her shoulders. Stretching all the way down her body--starting from her neck down to her ankles, even reaching her wrists--a gray cloth gripped her body, hanging on tight to the woman. Silver armor rested on various areas of her frame, but only enough to not weigh her down much: A piece on her shoulders, a pair of wrist guards, a metal partial skirt, and boots that almost touched her knees. Finishing the clothing, a matching gray cape flowed down her back, in between her petite body and the wall, and a pair of gray gloves covered her hands.

One of the stranger items on the being was a large sword that stood on the ground, placed against the same wall she was positioned on for support. The blade was easily way too large for the woman to carry, almost reaching the female's full height. From the appearance, if she were to even try and lift it, she would possibly break her back.

Of course, none of that was true, practically stated by the female's cold, silver eyes and the symbol positioned on her neck--a vertical white line with a horizontal matching line crossing over it, and two slanted lines, leaning in towards the vertical line, at the tips of the horizontal line. The symbol seemed to glow with power, emitting a sense of fear in to anyone who gazed at it and recognized it. For those who didn't know what it meant, they were just missing out on something more amazing than anyone would ever see.

Finally, the woman moved, her right hand gripping the hilt of the claymore still on the wall. In a flash--which was a an understatement, with the speed of her arm--her sword hung behind her back, and her right arm back at her side. Casually, she strolled to the sign-in sheet, bumping past any person who stood in her way and not caring in the least bit, to sign in, though her eyes seemed to be set on something else. For the few brief seconds that she wrote her name down on the paper, her eyes had moved to where her hand was. As she began to walk away, she watched her "target" once more, not worried about the consequences, as the woman was blind and everyone else seemed to be occupied with other matters.

The presently last name was scribbled quickly, but still could be easily read:

Bisho no Teresa.

OOC: ;) If you didn't see that coming, you don't know me. And this is pre-meeting-Clare Teresa. The one that didn't care. <3

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ANB