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Probably a terrible idea.
Old Man Henderson had been missing for some time. Since that debacle with the "civil war" and whatnot, around that time. Last we saw of him, he was fighting a horde of losers in some private army, it was pretty awesome. So now, here he is, back again from what we assumed was hell to stir up more trouble. He's conversing with some eldritch abomination, while also having a shotgun pressed against the thing's head. What a cool guy.
You are outclassed in this realm, old man. Power like yours is more common than anything else here. You are NOTHING.
Henderson wasn't having any of it, and simply blasted the thing without a second thought. That's another one of those damned things off the list.
"Well, if I'm nothing special in your eyes, then you're even less...or something. Still, I can't really say there ain't a lotta strong guys here. I'm sure it's fine, but it'd be nice ta have a way to prove it."
Henderson turns to the stuffed parrot sitting on his shoulder, nodding and seemingly carefully consider everything the totally sentient parrot told him.
Now there's an idea. Alright Rupert, let's do it.
Taking a sticky note from his cargo shorts, Henderson writes an add out using the creature's blood. A space was even left on the wall for people to write their own names. Surely nobody will clean it up.
OLD MAN HENDERSON'S TOURNAMENT OF POWER.
"Two weeks from today should be a good date to do this. Alright, that's enough for today, let's go get wasted."
With that, he leaves. Feeling satisfied, and thirsty for the thrill of battle.
OOC: Okay, so jokes aside, I'm giving this an honest shot. It'll just be one-on-one, arenas will be generated, somehow. If you sign up, I'd like an easy way to get ahold of you. I'll invite everyone who signs up to a private room in PMs, or something. Two weeks from today folks, let's hope this one actually finishes.
Peter dips his finger in Szechuan McNugget dipping sauce, and draws an immensely large portrait of an erect phallus in one of the name slots.
Damn ingrates, respect my power.
He urinates along the wall for good measure. Shortly after, he mounts a large white stallion, bottles of alcohol freely raining from within his parka. He cracks his whip and the horse takes off with blinding speed, McMagiverson whispers under his breath.
Remember the Alamo.
OOC: Okay, so jokes aside, I'm giving this an honest shot. It'll just be one-on-one, arenas will be generated, somehow. If you sign up, I'd like an easy way to get ahold of you. I'll invite everyone who signs up to a private room in PMs, or something. Two weeks from today folks, let's hope this one actually finishes.OOC:So what,we just get invited to a private room and in two weeks you'll tell us that you started the thread? Also,one-on-one with you or with each other?
PK runs up and splashes a bucket of pancake syrup on the wall to signify that he wants in, before running off
Oh boy! I hope we can see the conclusion this time! It's almost feels like a curse!
OOC:So what,we just get invited to a private room and in two weeks you'll tell us that you started the thread? Also,one-on-one with you or with each other?Each other, not even sure if I'll actually make Henderson fight. he's a joke character, really. I'm still working things out, if you want the truth I made this mostly on a whim. I'll just DM everyone who signs up an invite to a private room on PMs, and we'll sort out scheduling and stuff there.
Woof, woof!
>It seems Koromaru wishes to fight...
(edited by Eito)
It's fine either way.
If it finishes then I get to say I did the first RP Tournament that reached it's end.
If it never finishes then I get to say everyone was too scared of Henderson to fight.
My blood is already boiling! Let's get brewing shall we?
Jiyu walks up to the wall, pulls out a black spray can from out of his pocket, and writes his full name on the wall with it
"That should do it."
Jiyu walks away from the area
Akechi woke up earlier and took the train, he then took out a piece of paper and a pen to sign up.
Oh, a tournament!
It has been some time since i've been in one.
Oh well let's hope for the best, as of now i shall take my leave over the a TV show.
As he leaves, he noticed a wall covered in syrup, he quicky takes out a tiny bottle to collect a bit of it, after that he's gone for real.
From seemingly nowhere, a spry, young, silver-haired man performs a flying kick, landing on the wall next to the signups and flipping off of it to land gracefully
“Another field of battle is it? Very well, perhaps this time I shall find a for worthy of challenging the Mad Tempest, the Whirling Devastation.......â€
Grimnir continues grandstanding like this for quite some time before he finally takes out his lance. He deftly scratches “Grimnir, the Mad Cyclone†into the wall beside the other names, before he finally shuts up
The wandering barista finally finds himself before the sticky note.
A tournament of power? This might be a good chance to test myself without life or death stakes.
The man quickly pulls out a pen and scribes his name on an open space.
Ryoma Sakamichi, the Wandering Barista!
With his pen twirling in his hand, the man would proceed to turn around and head off.
Tatsuya wanders into the place and looks over the names on the wall, PK, the SEES dog, Eito, a wandering coffee shop owner? Huh, quite the group.
"A tournament huh... Well, I guess I can toss my name in the ring too what the hell? Got some newbies, so I'll show en how it's done."
With that Tatsu conjures up a jet of flames and burns into the wall.
Tatsuya Suou, slayer of demons, gods, and whatever else might threaten mankind!
Finally the fire dies down and the demon hunter walks off, hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face as he wonders how this one will go.
Aincrad walks by and sees the sign up and shrugs. "Well this'll be very interesting." He smirks and summons a fire in his hand when he sees Tatsuya's name already burned into the wall. "Goddamnit someone stole my schtick!" Shaking his head and chuckling he summons a ball of light in his hand and throws it into the wall and writes his name in pure light.
Aincrad Hazel, the Gentlemen Defender, joins the fight!
Shadow appears beside him and shakes his head. "What are you getting us into?" He looks at the wall of competitors and tries to see who is who.
"No clue but it'll be fun. But what do you think our odds are?"
"Zero."
"Sounds about right. Well let's go win this thing!" With that Shadow disperses and Ain walks away.
(edited by Aincrad_Hazel)
Dan the Man casually strolls through town.
Oh look at this sign up sheet I didn't know was here!
Dan transforms into Genm and carves his name into the wall using the Gashacon Sparrow.
Dan Kuroto, Kamen Rider Genm has nothing clever or cool to say here!
Ahahahaha!!!
Genm teleports away to bully middle schoolers.
Yu stares at the wall for a while. Another tournament...it had been a while since he actually fought with someone else. He had simply been training and trying to grow stronger on his own. The civil war had really opened his eyes in a lot of ways and the events that followed still disturbed him deeply.
He knew now though that there was only one way to proceed further. He needed to be much stronger and this tournament would help him achieve that strength. He would put down his own name before solemnly walking away.
A knight in rusted armor walked by the wall, noticeably limping as his helmet's visor covered him. He carried a girl who seemed to be sleeping in his arms. As he bumped into the wall that seemed to be graffitied all over, the girl jumped out of his arms.
She stretched and yawned before taking a closer look. "Hmm?...and what do we have here?" she took a closer inspection before turning to the figure.
"Be patient and wait here, I know how much you like to wander off." She humbly wrote her name on the wall, a bit small compared to everyone else.
"Alright." And with that, they left.