EVENT ✨ What is Camelot without a Tournament?

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Trumpets blow loudly to introduce the start of the tournament day. Everyone is invited to watch or participate. Those who would like to sign up need simply sign in for the competition they seek to join in on. Sign ups open at 8am, though you can sign up any time before the start of your competition category. There are different prizes listed for each category! In the sign-up area before the tournaments begin, there will be a number of entertainment shows going on: Some of the fae who were invited are giving enchanted body paintings. Once the painting is finished, they will travel across your body like a living tattoo. Please be sure to specify if you would like it to be permanent or temporary, and exactly what you want-- especially if you want a permanent one. In addition to the body painting, there will be a number of clowns playing pranks and giving out balloons that, when popped, completely cover the surrounding 5 feet in glow-in-the-dark glitter that smells of your favorite scent. Each one will smell different depending on who is smelling it. What's more is the glitter actually dissolves after 12 hours, so you don't have to worry about it never getting out of anything. Amazing! There are additional dance shows and parades going on through the town and near the sign-up area to draw people in, and little pop-up shops with merch you can buy to support the tournament-- cool t-shirts, sunglasses, hats, keychains, and more. Don't forget to download the Tournament Bets app so you can place money on your favorites to win and make bank! Maybe save some for the tavern afterward if things don't work out, though... or before you make any decisions, check out the castles' royal tea garden, beautifully decorated in a wide variety of wintery florals, which is set up and serving a delightful medley of teas with soothing effects. Just be careful-- each table has a magic grapevine that will communicate with another table, so you may end up hearing someone else's secrets on the grapevine... or just ending up with a fun conversation if you notice it before you say something you don't want to share. As the tournament gets underway, it starts off with all of the multiview screens taking focus on the royal viewing box. In it stands a man that we have not yet seen before, but who stands with an air of dignity. He's wearing a suit, and a crown, and looks confident despite that he has many reasons to be hesitant- he is back from the dead, after all. ”"My name is Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. Many of you may have heard of me from your worlds I'm told, and many still may not have, but I will begin with an apology. I should have been there for those of you who arrived months ago and have been bravely pursuing this battle without leadership. I am afraid a few millennia of culture shock have thrown me off course and the Advent of the Kardashians in my studies has not helped these matters. But that is little excuse. From here on out, I will be with you in your journeys. Those who have questions of me, I will be offering an..." Merlin's voice comes in off-camera to help him out, since he's still not sure on all the lingo, offering "AMA" to assist, then Arthur continues. "An AMA to you all in the coming days. But for the time being, let us celebrate the wins and strides you all have made with a tournament. Those brave enough to enter, I hope to see you vying for knighthood and fighting alongside me in the days to come. For the love of Camelot!" The video ends and the first tournament event begins. The categories and prizes are as follows: Close-Quarters Melee (No Magic): Any non-projectile weapon is allowed. All combatants meet on a sand lot surrounded by stands. The last combatant standing wins. Prize: 500,000G; (Item) Enchanted Sword, courtesy of the royal blacksmith and permanently enchanted by Merlin (Winner can choose what kind of effect they want upon contact with blade! IC choice, but must be approved by mods) Physical Healing: All physical wounds will be divided among healers. Participation in this event will yield monetary payment of 10,000G per person regardless of win, as it is an essential service. The first person to complete their patient load will win the competition. Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Protective Charm Long-Range Firing Competition: Archers, gunsmen, slingshot, or any other projectile-firing weapons or magic may be used for precision aiming at long-distance targets, both still and moving. It is not permitted to fire at other competitors, but distracting, blocking, and otherwise creating interference with curses, shields, and so on is permitted. Causing injury to other competitors will result in disqualification. Prize: 50,000G; (Item) Locked-and-Loading Projectile Purse Lunch: Lunch break! There are plenty of food stands available for anyone to purchase whatever food their heart desires, but for the competitive lot, there is a hot dog eating contest to participate in or enjoy. Let the ref know if you would prefer vegan hot dogs, as they are available. Prize: 20,000K; (Recipe) Instant Loperamide Animal & Hypnotic Obstacle Course: This one is for the animal and cognitive users. Use animal magic to direct a blindfolded animal or hypnotized peer through an obstacle course. Whichever team finishes the course first is the winner. (No one will question whether or not the hypnotized participant is there willingly, but make sure you discuss OOC.) Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Enchanted Gold Rose Dark & Light Submission: Dark magic users will be given instructions to utilize shadow magic to essentially swallow their light opponent into a vat of darkness and pull them into pitch-black dungeons underground. Light magic users are to utilize their light magic to overwhelm the shadows and prevent themselves from being pulled under. Light magic users are given intsructions to create hardlight bindings to stop their dark magic opponents from controlling the shadows. Whoever secures their opponent first wins. (Multiple winners.) Prize: 10,000G; (Potion) Countercurse Alchemy & Kinetic Animated Battles: An alchemist and a kinetic user pair up to alchemize a warrior of their choosing. It can be made of any material you like-- stone, straw, brick, mud, steel, whatever, but it must be made to be mobile and armed as you please, as kinetic users will then be tasked with animating various parts of the body and fighting the alchemists's creations against each other. Prize: 50,000G to each member of the winning team; (Potion) Animatia Single Element Knock-Out: Elemental magic users may select one element to fight with. Each magic user is given their own platform in a pool. The goal is to knock your opponents into the water. Note: The water of the pool is not usable in the competition; using the pool will result in disqualification. You can jump from platform to platform to avoid hits but leaving the pool area will result in disqualification. Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Glowstick Magical Melee: Like the close-quarters free-for-all, any magic type may join in. All combatants meet on a sand lot surrounded by stands. The last mage standing wins. Prize: 500,000G; (Item) Channeling Staff Anyone who participates will get the following: A big thank you, a free meal ticket redeemable at any food stand during lunch, and (Recipe) Cool Firework. Reminder that players who want their character to win should sign up on the plotting post here. You can thread anything out on the log. Please sign up before 11:59pm on Friday 1/22. Results will be drawn live if we can figure out an easy way to do that and posted on Saturday.

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but what if ur in the mirror too

[weenwoon]

Out of them two Hythlodaeus would cheerfully name himself as the one who is used to public gestures of affection. He is, in fact, wrong. What he is used to is initiating such gestures, invariably with Hades there to take the metaphorical fall or, back home, Azem to play along. But being a recipient of it... it's new.

His face flushes, and even though the mask helps hide it somewhat, it's still easy enough to notice - especially for someone who's known Hythlodaeus for a long time. The bird on his shoulder tips its head and trills curiously, staring at this strange reflection of itself.

"...Heavens."

Hythlodaeus finally finds his voice and manages to look up at Hades, not a trace of his usual mischief on his face. It will be back soon enough, but for now he finds himself utterly disarmed by the gesture. He steps closer, reaching out to take Hades's hand - he's almost afraid to touch the drawing itself, as if it would disappear.

"And here I thought I had the upper hand against you," Hythlodaeus murmurs, looking down at the drawing as the inked bird spreads its wings. It's... beautiful, and the sentiment behind it is so much like Hades and all the more impactful for how discreet it is, in a way - unlike with the rings people here wear to signify their bond, one would need to know both Hades and Hythlodaeus and their relationship to understand the meaning. On its own, it's a thing of beauty; within context, it's a declaration of devotion that Hythlodaeus would never have expected to see.

He feels his face grow redder again and finds himself lamenting the crowds around them - though Hythlodaeus doesn't normally mind such things, he wants Hades to be comfortable, and a moment such as this deserves privacy.

Nevertheless, he can't help himself; he brings up a hand to cup Hades's cheek and leans in to press a quick kiss to his friend's lips.

"Thank you," he says quietly as he withdraws, voice soft and affectionate.

[phoenixwiz]

I agree: it is hard to pick who you want to cheer for, especially if you know some people well and there are plenty more who are really talented.

Oh, that pink fluffy creature in my pocket? That’s my familiar Rose: she likes to meet people all the time.

[souris_keteer]

Mickey had been ready to apologize for bumping into the man, but suffice to say the question threw him off - wristwatches hadn't even been invented yet in his world. So for a brief moment, Mickey assumed Crowley was talking about someone else, and so, glanced behind him.

Nope, no one there. Still... Mickey looked back at the man, and pointed at himself, just to confirm. "Who, me?"

then it's a happy coincidence and you can gaze away >:T

[emet_sulk]

Cheeks warm, he quickly rolls his sleeve back down and hides the image. Only then does he make himself look at Hythlodaeus properly, hesitant.

"I intended it to be a surprise," he mutters. "Though this is no longer my original body, I have spent more time in it than I would like and so I may as well consider it my own now. Thus I didn't wish to keep a garish image on it for all to see, but..."

Well, what's done is done. He's only thankful it's on his arm and not somewhere less subtle. Or mayhap the bird can occupy some other part of his skin as need be...?

"...You like it then?" he asks tentatively. "I fear it may...be distracting whilst in bed."

[whatsamada]

[Looking around the area, he wanted to see if there was a fountain nearby. Hopefully no one would mind them trying to clean a pink poofball from the glitter.]

How about that fountain? You think that’ll work?

[At the same time, Jack Frost was attempting to reach up to Harry. He wants to pet Rose too!]

or can he ;)

[weenwoon]

... Well, that certainly is a consideration, and maybe not one that would have occurred to Hythlodaeus first - nor one that he would have expected from Hades. His eyes widen briefly in surprise, but then he smiles, the familiar hint of impishness on his features, leans in a little closer.

"You speak as though I do not find every part of you distracting, Agesandros."

[phoenixwiz]

(Well, it is better than nothing at all as he looks at the fountain then at Rose while she squeaks up to him.)

It will probably do. Let’s hope that it works in taking out all the glitter.

(Harry then sees Jack Frost trying to pet Rose, though she is hysterically squeaks at the snowman familiar while he’s trying to calm her down.)

[weenwoon]

Ah, it does sound suitable. Not to mention it would make for some delightful scenery and we would have access to refreshments should we have need of them. Shall we be off?

[whatsamada]

C'mon, Jack Frost, leave her alone! I think you scared her long enough!

[He said before grabbing his familiar's cold hands as he made his way toward said fountain. In return, the snowman just a small pout.]

It feels like I'm taking care of a toddler sometimes...

Body Painting

[whatsamada]

[Ken was curious about getting a temporary tattoo but he had to admit. It was a little embarrassing knowing how he wanted to try something a little childish despite knowing it was perfectly fine for his age. When he heard Hijikata speak up about his tattoo, he didn't say anything at first.

Instead, there was a sheepish look on his face.]

W-What about it? [Yes, it was a Power Ranger tattoo. What of it??]

[bakudan_bambino]

Is that all?

[Gokudera looks down at the man and carefully reaches into the pocket of his shirt to grab a pack of cigarettes, tipping it so one pokes out, and offering it. If he knew this guy were a policeman, he would not be doing any of this.

But hey, he's just trying to be a good person in this world and hide the fact that he's in the Mafia. Good thing the teen dresses like a delinquent and he didn't arrive in his suit.]

[lucere]

[Regis nearly does a doubletake the moment he sees Somnus there. Truth be told, he hasn't seen hair or head of him since their conversation at the training grounds. He subtly wondered if their meeting was merely a fever dream composed of his anxiety but there he is, the Mystic himself, offering his arm to him. Regis hesitates for a moment, silently wondering if this is some sort of ploy before reaching to accept.

A pained gasp escapes him as he tries his best to keep the pressure off his bad leg. Joining the tournament upon a whim was a bad idea, a hilariously bad idea. While Regis suspected he wouldn't leave this tournament without injury, he didn't foresee this dilemma. He thought he was free of that blasted leg brace and cane but clearly, he's not.]

Indeed, let us sit. [He agrees as he allows Somnus to guide him towards the benches nearby.] It seems I may have overdone it.

[ Despite the agony, Regis can't help but laugh a little.]

Victory may have eluded my grasp but I certainly put on quite a show, didn't I?

[bakudan_bambino]

[The ball does nothing in response to the poke. Gokudera watches on with gentle amusement. As a cloud moves over the sun, it seems to light up just a little more.]

Helps me focus my light magic. My familiar has taught me a lot about barriers thanks to the bubbles it likes blowing. This is just one of them. Looks like a bubble, but doesn't act like one. Just accepting that it's around helps me. [Because part of illusory magic is in believing in it.]

Caster | Fate/Stay Night | OTA

[colchismagecraft]

0) An Announcement...

[So this was the man responsible for bringing them here... Caster could be seen scowling at the man on the screen as he made his announcement. But, it sounded like he was prepared to answer their questions, good. Perhaps she'd be able to manipulate someone into asking the questions for her:

What determined who was brought here, and why were they torn away from their loved ones? Why were people seemingly from different points in time? What was their goal?

Caster was so lost in thought that as she turned to storm away she found herself crashing into the nearest person.]

Oh- I apologise.


1) Royal Tea Garden

[The two tournaments Caster had entered herself into were in the afternoon, so she settled into the tea gardens to enjoy some tea and a late breakfast. She needed the chance to sit, relax and gather her thoughts. It certainly was a lovely place, with beautiful flowers...]

Mmm. It's nice to finally settle down...I wish Souichirou-sama could see it here. Although, I'm not sure he'd like it, it's a little too flowery for his taste, isn't it?

...It's entirely unsuited to a 'witch' like me, too, isn't it?

[Just sitting at a table sipping her tea, feel free to come and join her. She also doesn't realise she could be overheard muttering to herself.]


2) Tournaments (Dark & Light / Magical Melee)

[Caster was more than ready to fight - despite her reservations about King Arthur himself and her dislike for battles, she was keen to test what she'd learned so far of this world's magic and how she could use it in a real battle.

Regardless of how it went, it should prove an interesting experience. And besides, the rewards on offer were nothing to turn her nose up at.

She let dark magic cloak her form, taking a deep breath as she readied herself to begin.]

...I'm looking forward to this.

[ooc: Let me know which tournament you want to fight her in and how you'd like to play things out! Happy to also handwave the fight itself and play out the aftermath too.]


3) Wildcard!

[Caster will be lurking around looking her usual suspicious self most of the day, feel free to bump into her before/after the battles or elsewhere around the tournament grounds.

Feel free to hit me up on Discord/PM if you want to plan anything specific - ArchangelAmy#4540]

[luciing]

[ As soon as they're settled, Somnus releases his hold beneath Regis' arm, seeing no further need to support his descendent. Gone are the days where he could summon a potion from the armiger, much less craft one himself. That is not to say he's unused to delivering support or first aide.

The Father had always been apt at magic, especially in his later years. Most kings were; given the toll the Ring would take physically on the body, it behooved most to adopt a more magical style of fighting should they have been lucky to live as long.

Somnus' lips remain pressed into a thin, pale line as the other grimaces then laughs, dark navy eyes sweeping down to the injured leg then back up to Regis' face. And as he finishes speaking, the Mystic's hand emerges from his overcloak, smoothing down the front-pleat of his chlamys. ]

Sans the blessing of our Crystal's Light, you have adapted to combat.

[lucere]

[Truth be told, Regis is none the wiser about that. Especially since Regis swears on his ancestors' graves that he's as hip and cool as everyone else. While many know this not to be the truth, Regis is completely oblivious of it. After all, he comes from a time period where certain phrases were once deemed quite hip. Too bad that Regis seems oblivious to his faults. The Astrals know how many times Noctis has made fun of him in the past.]

The best way for warriors to convey their thoughts and emotions is on the battlefield. [He explains with a lighthearted chuckle.] Words are easily misconstrued by one's perception but it's through battling each other that makes communication easier.

Therefore, you'll have your answer soon enough on whether he dislikes you or not.

[Although, Regis certainly hopes Cor goes easy on the poor boy. While Nero is a little rough around the edges, he doesn't seem like a bad person. He's woefully rude, that's all.]

Maybe if you manage to prove yourself to him, Cor might be willing to befriend you.

[lucere]

[Painkillers are like a double-edged sword. While they're wonderful for the pain, Regis cannot help but loathe the odd sensation that accompanies them. While he's more than grateful for Megumi's aid, Regis will be a little hesitant to take those pills. The old king is infamously known to be a rather fussy patient. He would much rather be in agony than be completely high off his rocker.]

You know I'm not much of a quitter, Megumi. [He says with a chuckle despite still wincing in agony here.] Although, I don't foresee myself joining any future tournaments any time soon.

[At this point, Regis doubts that even Noctis or Cor will let him join another one. They probably had a near heart-attack watching him fight.]

A treat? [He asks once he takes her arm. Since he's here without his cane, he'll certainly need some help getting around.] What sort of treat?

[thepattern]

Gotcha, no more maces to the solar plexus.

[ But Darin is right. Corwin can feel his breathing coming easier already. He takes a deep breath in, reveling in how it comes without the pain of bruised ribs. ]

You know, for a guy who's never used magic before, you sure are taking to this well.

[thepattern]

[ Unfortunately for Ken, Corwin sees his low attack coming a mile away, and is able to leap out of the path of the spear, dodging away and circling around to Ken's other side. He makes no move to attack the boy just yet, still observing him and figuring out his fighting style and experience level. ]

Not bad, not bad. Give it another shot, and try not to telegraph your intentions this time.

[lucere]

[When it becomes too difficult to wield a sword, magic is often the skill of choice. While Regis still prefers his blades and glaives, he realized long ago that his aptitude in magic is a bit higher than most. Maybe it's because he's a Caelum. The Lucis royal family was blessed by the gods, weren't they? Of course, they would have a strong affinity to the divine through magic. Regis no exception here but rather the norm for most of the old kings who were blessed with magical talents.

However, he's done well to adapt to this realm. There aren't many magic users who can seamlessly switch from one element to the next as he can. Most elementalists just stick with one element and that's that. Regis aspires to claim dominion over them all like a proper mage but that will require more practice.]

Do you think so? That's high praise coming from you, Great King of Kings.

[Regis states with a cheerful smile despite the searing pain. It seems that the old king has grown used to being in such agony over the years. A solemn truth that dates back Regis's acceptance of his miserable fate.]

[souris_keteer]

She's a real cutie! Nice to meet you, Rose.

[ He even tips his hat, a gentleman through and through. ]

Mukuro 'Junko' Ikusaba | Danganronpa | OTA

[corpsewarblade]

1) Enchanted Body Paintings (tw injury description)

Oh wow, these are...

[Mukuro is staring in fascination as the fey worked on other people's magical tattoos. They looked amazing! And they moved! It even looked like they'd been able to infuse someone else's existing tattoo with magic as well...

She glanced to the back of her hand, where her wolf tattoo was covered by makeup. And then, she turned her gaze to the scars on either side of her legs from when she was impaled by the Spears of Gungnir.]

Maybe...they could cover these up with something...um...but what kinda design would work? Uhh...I don't know...

[Someone help a fake Fashionista out?]


2) Magical Glitter!

Ah-!

[That's the noise Mukuro makes as she finds a balloon is burst near her, and she finds herself covered in bright, obnoxiously pink glitter. It was in her wig, in her clothes, everywhere.]

Seriously, what the hell! I gotta compete soon and- huh? It smells like gunpowder... weird.

[...That actually smelt really nice.]


3) Tournament (Long-Range Firing Competition)

Um- has anyone got, like, a gun I could borrow? I'm better with using one of those things than a bow.

Seriously it's just for a minute, I'll give it back I promise!

[Either way, she'll be competing as best she can! Mukuro's heading up to each of the targets and crouching down to get a sutible stance. She's aiming with...a surprisingly practiced stance, unbecoming of a Fashionista like herself.

And with that, an intense focus watched over her as she took her shot.]

[ooc: Feel free to talk to her before/during/after the match and let me know how you'd like to play things out. Depending if she gets to borrow a gun or not, she'll either be using that or a loaner bow from the organisers.]


4) Wildcard!

[Mukuro'll be around for most of the event, staying dressed as Junko - feel free to bump into her before/after the battles or elsewhere around the tournament grounds.

Feel free to hit me up on Discord/PM if you want to plan anything specific - ArchangelAmy#4540]

[luciing]

[ Somus knows this: Regis did not get this far by sheer luck alone. He was blessed, and he was powerful. The change to a new source (and perhaps system) of magic might shock others, but not the Father. He lets his topic of his praise-- for it is indeed that despite a lack of flourish or smile-- fade. Regis remains cheerful; Somnus, brow grimly lowered.

Regis is injured still-- from burns and aches not borne of the Ring. Such needless suffering, this. ]

Your prowess is known. [ From the Ring, naturally. ] You strained yourself more than the wild youth verily tested you.

[whatsamada]

Was it that obvious?

[As Corwin dodged, the brunette gave him a pout. At least now he knew his opponent was an experienced fighter. While this does make it more difficult, he was determined to at least make a mark on him!

That said, he prepared to rush toward him once more before placing the blunt end of the spear on the ground. As he jumped up, he hoped the kick would throw him off guard.]

[lucere]

You think so? [The old king questions with an arched brow.] I suppose you're right. That young lad played it smart by relying upon stealth.

If I couldn't see him, then I couldn't possibly wield my magic against him.

[Gokudera did well to evade Regis's many attempts to smoke him out throughout the course of this bout. It was a little frustrating, to be frank. Regis cannot attack a foe he cannot see, mainly because his brand of spellcasting requires sight. That's why Regis kept performing these massive all-encompassing spells in hopes of fishing the boy out of hiding.

This also explains the burns upon his arm.]