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SUMMARY: King Arthur needs to go meet with Queen Elphame. Celliwig holds a tournament to invite other people to come with during the communication and celebrate their newfound friendship. A temporary barrier was put up so the river is currently mostly impassible. After the departure from Celliwig last month, the people of Celliwig have been working hard to make the area around their town safe again from the angered specters. For now, there are makeshift barriers that are preventing anything from crossing the river, dead or alive, except over the Pure of Heart bridge. It will, at the very least, prevent more from coming over and overwhelming the land surrounding Celliwig again. The city is open and, while the Elphame traders have stuck around to help train people in the proper use and treatment of mounts, the safest way to speak to Elphame is through Celliwig's hall of mirrors. King Arthur, Merlin, and a couple of other members of the royal court entered to speak to Queen Elphame directly in order to find out what information she knew about the Calamity and to begin discussion of what it would take to reclaim Excalibur. With the magics of Avalon having recovered significantly enough to not be at risk of falling apart if some of the otherworlders leave while still maintaining the barrier to keep Avalon safe, they need to begin discussing action. At the same time, in celebration of King Arthur's arrival and a royal wedding within Celliwig, a tournament is underway! Celliwig's tournaments work a little differently, however, and focus on a little more than just combat skills-- a modern tournament for the modern person. (Though there is fighting as well, of course.) Celliwig's Top Talents Tourney hasn't been held in a good many years since it's been closed off, so everyone is invited to participate. Invitations have been sent to all of Camelot's residents. The tournament categories are as follows: Cutthroat Cooking - For the chef's out there! Compete against other chefs to show off who has the best culinary skills. All contestants start with 2,500,000G which will be theirs to lose through the course of the tournament. This money can be used to purchase sabotages to use on other chefs throughout the course of the competition. Vicious Vocals - Singing competition. Anyone may participate, there are no auditions. Each contestant will compete solo first, then have to do a competitive duet with another person who moved onto the second round. The final round involves performing and singing at the same time, so you may want to go find friends to give you tips between each round and help you come up with an awesome set-up that will wow the judges! Speed Sculpting - This one's for the artists! Celliwig is really big on art, in particular sculpture. Any decent sculpture can be sold whether it wins or loses. Sculpture form can be made with anything you want-- glass, sugar, and ice are popular choices in Celliwig because of the city's aesthetic, but any materials are possible-- plants, stones, clay, chocolate, fabric, whatever you want as long as it stands on its own after you're done creating. (You can use your magic to sculpt if that's what you want.) Melee Mania - Fight your fellow competitors one-on-one. Weapons and magic are both allowed. Healers will be paid generously for assisting after combat is finished. Familiar Feud - Let your familiar have a little fun and combat each other! They're the star of the show here and otherworlders are only there in a support role. Mario Party - It's literally a series of Mario Party games. If you win your block, you move onto the next round and so on. 4 max players per game. If you don't rage quit at any point, you get free energy drinks throughout the day because this party isn't stopping. Silent Assassin - This competition will take place throughout the course of the tournament. All competitors are kept confidential, but required to wear a hidden body cam so that the experience can be shared online for audience viewing later. All competitors are given fake weapons (paintball guns, rubber knives, and so on) with sensors in them and have to find and "kill" the other competitors throughout the tournament period. Anyone who shows up to either participate in or watch the tournament will receive 50% off a hotel room and a single (Potion) Counter-curse. How the tournament will be run is a little different from an OOC standpoint. Any characters can participate, but in order to determine a winner, we will need anyone who thinks their characters skill is great enough to win to comment to the name of the tournament they are entering HERE! If your character would have canon advantages in a category, write +1 advantage in your comment. (So if you are from an idol series, you'll have a leg up on singing, or if your character is a skilled assassin in their canon, they could gain a +1. It won't guarantee they win, but it will give them a leg up so we're not ignoring their skill!) If you do not think your character has any chance at winning, please do not comment. (Someone who's never cooked a day in their life isn't going to magically win the cooking competition, you know?) If you think/want your character to lose even if they may have skills, we do not need your information. This is only an RNG for potential winners. We will RNG the winners from those who comment for each competition as linked. ICly, anyone who wants to thread any part of it out, go for it! You can thread out watching, you can thread out participating, interfering, anything you want! Thread out having an intimate moment with a healer after a battle, a tearful failure and hurt/comfort consolation, buying a round of vodka flashes for your fellow losers. Whatever you want! Just have fun. SUMMARY: King Arthur & Co. are still in chambers. A woman shows up and claims they're in danger, argues with Glwelwyd that she saw it despite that those abilities are not possible right now. Players voted to determine the next course of this prompt. (This section may be skipped for prompts now, but is still posted for reference.) The day after the end of the tournament days, all seems well and peaceful as usual within the city of Celliwig. The mirror hall that King Arthur's party had gone into is still closed shut. The Hall is guarded by a 7 foot tall man with a long, scraggly beard and huge rippling muscles named Glewlwyd IV. (You may have seen him around at past events.) None may enter until negotiations are completed, and it is his sacred duty passed down by his ancestors to ensure that none shall pass his guard. Most in Celliwig won't even try, knowing the futility of such an action, which is why it is particularly peculiar that Gwion can be found yelling outside of the halls that they need to be let in. After an argument and a call to action, some other worlders chose to find Gwion and ask questions. "Listen to me, there's something wrong, you need to let someone in there! Look for yourself! I saw it!" "Time is frozen, the future cannot be seen. A dream is but a dream, not a prophecy. Disrespect from the people of Celliwig interrupting a meeting of the fae and King Arthur's party would spell much more certain fate. After one more failed attempt to get past him, the woman stomps off to a nearby bar to blow off some steam, and ends up posting to the AOL Network instead. The King's party is in danger. No one is allowed in or out, but they're going to die if you don't work together to get past Glewlwyd. You can ask how I know, but it's a real long story and we're real short on time, so I'm kind of going out on a limb here. I'll be at Celliwig's bar if anyone wants more details. SUMMARY: A very close battle ensues in front of the Hall of Mirrors, with the doors eventually being forced open to reveal a dark, possessed hall. Reflects prey on characters' deepest insecurities and anyone who falls victim to them are trapped within the reflections. King Arthur and the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror used to communicate with Elphame are possessed by angry specters trapped on Celliwig's side after the river barrier was put up. After the drama caused by Gwion's warning, the city of Celliwig is rather unsettled. There's an air of tension thick enough that you could hear a pin drop, and enough people who thought it was more important to protect the integrity and wishes of the fae than to worry about the unlikely chance that a seer had a vision while time was stopped. A large number of people have shown up to stand by Glewlwyd's side and defend the Hall of Mirrors, a show which will not be forgotten by the people of Celliwig... However, the strength in both numbers and battle goes to those wishing to enter the Hall of Mirrors. The battle is strenuous, a mixture of both Celliwig citizens and Camelot's otherworlders, and anyone wishing to play out part of it should put either defense or offense indicators in their prompt title to clearly attract those wishing to play out the fight. Those who manage to break through the line will make it into the Hall of Mirrors. The first and most notable thing once the door is open is that it's as dark as night. Not at all conditions for a meeting. And it's cold, condensation and fog forming at the door where the freezing night of the hall and the summer heat outside. It is not at all like it was the first time visitors were allowed in to place their Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul crystals in the mirror to communicate with Elphame. There is absolutely something going on, and those on either side of the battle may want to redirect their attention to the Hall. None of the party seems to be seen. Those who dare to venture forward into the hall will find themselves rather quickly at a loss for where the door went. There is a dim light still visible from it, highlighting the other people in the room and the edges of glass and mirrors throughout the hall. An eerie blue glow reflects through the number of the mirrors, but it seems to move about as if passing impermenantly. Those who try to chase it will find themselves further lost from the entrance, until they find themselves face to face with a reflection that doesn't seem to follow their own movements. This reflection will begin to speak with the character's voice, then immediately target the character's deepest insecurities. Every bad thought that they've thought of themself is fair game. If the character can remain calm and keep moving forward, then they will not fall victim to the trap. However, should they react with a burst of emotion, argue, or be unable to move forward when faced with their own insecurities, they will find themselves trapped in the mirror, replacing the reflection. Those who manage to pass the mirrors will find themselves at the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror. The communication is still open to what appears to be an ornately decorated, natural throne. The Queen is long since gone, having been escorted to safety to keep her safe from the cursed mirrors. Notably, every crystal lining the edge of this mirror seems to have been infected by the blue, almost spectral color. Approached, a chilling laughter echoes from the possessed mirror, but the laughter is finished by King Arthur himself, back turned and facing the mirror. He turns around and wields his sword, ready to defend the mirror, eyes filled with the same blue as the mirror. As more people approach, reflections of Arthur seem to walk out of the mirrors as well to fight more and more people. It's hard to tell which is the real one, so can you really kill him to get him out of the way and get to the mirror? Fight the small army of King Arthurs and gather enough death mages to exorcise the spirits out of the mirror.. or maybe just smash it. Did you think this was the last choice you'd make this week? Please refer to the plotting post for any additional plotting needs and to check added notes for the third prompt. Timeline-wise, the new/third prompt doesn't start until the 23rd. The poll for it is here.

Comments

[reloves]

Aww, of course your entry will be good enough!

[ Even without her screaming cheerful encouragement, she means. Though Minako likes to think it at least made it a little bit better, somehow, by keeping Makoto's spirits up. ]

After all, who in this place could possibly have more cooking talent than our own Mako-chan? You're undefeated back home!

[bakudan_bambino]

[The bombs go off as soon as the fire appears on the arrows, and they go off with actual force instead of just smoke.]

[phoenixwiz]

(Meanwhile poor Harry hasn’t woken up from his energy-draining coma when a couple of people started to gather around him out of concern upon hearing Ken’s cry for help.

One of the healers took his heart pulse to see if he is still breathing, which he still does, but they felt that they will have to restore his energy if he could still want to continue on the match as they assess the situation.)

[phoenixwiz]

(Oh dear, he thinks that he must have gotten Gokudera angry at him again with his elemental magic. He was expecting the arrows to go out in a poof, but he was also greeted by loud noises caused by his fire magic meeting the arrows.

While there is still smoke and whatever’s left of the bomb arrows, Harry is already making a mental apology to deliver to Gokudera and a mental note not to make the white-haired teen angry again during tournaments.)

[pureyang]

I think I will do that. With all the chefs here, I believe that I will find something that will be suitable to my tastes.

[Maybe he will find something similar to the Inazuman dishes he liked from home.]

Ah, before I forget, my name is Chongyun.

[pureyang]

[Such earnest praise from Bennett makes Chongyun's eyes widen in shock, before his expression crumbles into a soft smile. His eyes glisten a little, but when he speaks, his voice is full of gratitude.]

Thank you... those words... they truly mean a lot to me. You're right. It has been hard, but I will not know if I can become a true exorcist worthy of those who came before me. Perhaps... I can find a way to do so while also embracing my yang energy.

I admit I do not know how to start, but... it is like you said. I won't know until I give it a shot.

[Behind him, the reflection falls silent, stepping back from its open mockery to merely watching from within the glass.]

[pureyang]

[The reflection is quick despite the heavy-looking claymore in its hands. It attacks with a cold ruthlessness, aiming to cleave the adeptus in two. But Xiao's speed and determination is strong, and he is able to strike the reflection a fair few times. But despite earning several cuts that leak almost-transparent blood, the reflection keeps coming, seemingly more intent on cutting Xiao down than for its own personal safety.]

[Chongyun watches from within the mirror, a worried look on his face. He has faith in the Conquerer of Demons, but it is a tense battle from his vantage point.]

[chatwithdeath]

[As Naoto continues fighting, Naomi continues analyzing the room. It's likely the other mirrors were being affected by the possessed one to keep the duplicates coming. Still, it must take time for them to create more since the number was being thinned down. Question was how long until there was more? Maybe it could be suppressed long enough until back-up arrived.]

[botw]

Yeah.

( many times. experimentation can often lead to great success, but also incredible failure. he's felt the heat of a laser sear loose strands of hair, the force of a bomb that's gone off a little too close, and the impact of something striking him across the forehead from said bomb.

all in all. he's still here and not missing any teeth.

he leans to the side, bumping a shoulder against izuku's. )

As long as you live in the end, too. A good story shouldn't end early.

( link taps his controller once, causing the bomb to inflate and inflate and inflate and then... boom.

he huffs. )

DW is like 'nah'

[botw]

Well, as long as she's comfortable around you...

( which coral is, clearly. )

... I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. My name is Link.

[botw]

( link smiles as he rolls off of gran to the side, then onto his feet so that he can help the other guy off the ground.

the announcer repeats link's words--- that gran certainly bested him in this match. )

I don't fight people very often. Harder to predict.

Sorry for the delay! I didn't get this notif orz

[blackabyss]

[Seeing that torrent of fire heading right for her, Fumikage has to adjust his plan, leaping back as he tries to swipe at her with those tendrils of shadows. But just like when controlling Dark Shadow, he finds that the magic she used wasn't necessarily to strike him, but to dispel the shadows around him. And the bright light of the fire did in fact disperse the shadows, making them smaller and harder to grasp at.]

[Such control over her magic.. he's impressed.]

Hmph. Clever.

[But now she's coming right at him. He has to do some quick maneuvering, the kind honed by months of combat training, and he does avoid the strike of her rapier. However, it does cut into his cloak, leaving a telling gash in the side that otherwise would have cut into his flesh.]

Your skills are impressive..!

[blackabyss]

Hmm... perhaps not a stroller, but a backpack... that could work.

[Something to invest in. Meanwhile, Dark Shadow lets out a little cheer, and Fumikage chuckles.]

Very well. Let's find a place that sells candy apples.

Yaaay!

Sorry for the delay! I didn't get this notif orz

[blackabyss]

Hm. He reminds me of a few of my classmates.

[Though, having a desire to win isn't necessarily a bad thing.]

Perhaps if you need some extra training, we could arrange for some practice together.

[blackabyss]

[The light and fire is able to dispel most of the shadows, proving an effective countermeasure to them. Unfortunately, the wolf Fumikage transformed into is quite real and tangible.]

[The great wolf clashes with the spear, snarling and trying to bite around the shaft. When that fails, he lets go and leaps back, before aiming to tackle the bounty hunter to the ground.]

[blackabyss]

I would not doubt it. Their guidance helped you find your way to it, and their strength will help bolster you. Take care of it, and it will serve you well on your journey.

[Is he being a little dramatic about the sword? Perhaps. Maybe even a little silly. But he likes this sort of thing, and none of his classmates mocked him or shunned him for his dramatic flair. So he doesn't mind indulging in it, especially around someone like Izuku.]

I do not wish to take you away from the tournament if you still have matches to participate in. But if not, I would be happy to go with you now.

[blackabyss]

That is indeed clever.

[He's not going to deny Ochako finding a good bargain! And besides, a lot of these foods are delicious-looking, so why not take advantage of it? Especially if it would otherwise go to waste.]

[Fumikage follows along, listening carefully and taking note of the things Ochako points out. But he perks up when he seese the Galettes, and the big, warm ones coming out of the oven.]

Goodness... the gods themselves have blessed us with such timing..!

[He's eager to try it!!]

[mayoninofukucho]

[Hijikata seriously feels so vindicated right now. It's as Darin suspects; everyone else (except a couple of people too kind for their own good) has given him endless crap over his obsession. So he beams at him like the sun. With this kind of recognition it's suddenly much easier to let the competition go.]

I did! But it's okay. The people here simply aren't ready for the splendour of mayonnaise. It'd probably just blow their foam-loving minds too much.

[He puts a hand on top of Darin's for a hearty squeeze. This is shounen solidarity!!]

[sighsheavily]

[while rubbing at a temple.]

...Right. So this is barely scrutable at-a-glance, is it? Do you think you can convey us above the hullabaloo so we can see where our attentions ought to be focused?

[sighsheavily]

Cecelia watches with interest as she siphons a bit of the latent magic around them, stamping back her own envy for not being able to do so for herself.

"Perhaps best not to," she adds on, hugging her arms to herself. "But what can you glean from that sampling?"

[sereneadherent]

[Marianne doesn't so much as flinch when he wraps his arm around him. They really are like siblings separated by time and space and reality.]

People can be awfully callous when it comes to animals. I think it's terrible.

[How many times has she had to soothe poor Dorte after having to deal with an especially rough rider? Yes, animals deserve hugs as much as people do. Sometimes moreso.

Darin's joke IS rather lame, but it has the intended effect: Marianne giggles in response to it.]

I'll remember that the next time I have an exceptionally bad day.

Thank you, Darin. Truly.

[starshower]

Right...

[Tifa lets her gaze remain on his face, trying to read through his indecipherable expression before she turns on her heel and wanders off. There isn't much more to say, so long as he knows that he isn't. The two of them may have only just met, but she isn't about to let that get in the way of her being there for him—or anyone.

Eventually though, she speaks up again, gently this time.]

If you wanna talk about it, I'm listening.

[Keyword being if.]

[kiss_it_better]

Then, please stay close.

[Because as the one who found you he feels he has a responsibility. So he turned to head off...but not before another mirror nearby fogged up and revealed a reflection of Li Min.]

You will never protect anyone. You are the little monster Hu Ge Er raised. You will bring nothing but destruction.

[Which Li Min is going to ignore, thanks.]

[starshower]

[Good thing punching is her specialty!]

Thankfully, the mirrors haven't been brave enough to come at me yet.

[But she's started walking now, at a noticeably quicker pace than they have to maintain. Sure, they have a King to save, and they have to find their way through the maze first, but she's moving like she's on a deadline.

More like she's scared that it's only because the mirrors were too busy poking and prodding at Juzo's insecurities that they haven't had time to find hers yet, but maybe if they keep walking and she doesn't look, then they won't be able to.]

Come on. Let's go get that King.

[She won't notice, or if she does, she is blatantly ignoring the images that do flicker through the mirrors, in and out as she passes them. Images of what is unmistakably a much younger Tifa through her childhood and teenage years, all of them on the ground crying into their hands...]

[kiss_it_better]

[He catches the movement, notes it in his mind but decides not to comment on it.]

What happened between the two of you?