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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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While Dust is busy doing cool flip rolls and shit, Zelgadis is preparing to go on the offense. he readies his blade and prepares to charge forward, but the sudden question kind of throws off his momentum and he pauses.

"I-- what? Yeah, of course I'm... oh."

Bleeding, quite a lot. This shirt is probably ruined. Cool cool cool.

"...I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks. It's fine."

Foolishly?

[ He can't help but give her a bemused look. ]

I'm glad that you're fine.

[ Though, the bemused expression remains on his face. He can't quite understand her response to King Arthur. ]

Do-- [ Credo thinks to ask if she has some personal grievance with the man, but that can't be possible. So he pauses to change his question. ] -- Do you find something wrong with what he's said?

[Amelia is a pretty easy princess to babysit on account of the the fact that she's an overpowered little tank that could probably punch a hole through god if she believed in herself hard enough. But yeah, they can totally keep chatting.]

More pressure than being a cop, huh?

[Zel's more likely to be on the wrong side of the law, so he can't say if being a cop is less pressure than being a princess' bodyguard. But hey, it's grapple time. Zelgadis has lost pretty much every benefit that his chimera body had granted him upon arriving here (aside from his shitty wire hair which is horseshit), so he doesn't have that extra weight from being part golem to help him out in a situation like this. Ah well, it's whatever. He stops struggling once he feels Hijikata's blade against his throat, but it turns out that he had pretty much the same idea and puts his sword to Hijikata's throat.

It was either that or he was absolutely going to knee him in the nuts. Maybe he'll keep that one in reserve.]

[ It's unfortunate for Credo that when he fully leans into his angel form that he gets unreasonably dumb. He believes in divine protection and his own duty as an angel -- which means that he rushes forward with his sword to bring the blade down on the bomber.

His wings and arms take the brunt of the light orbs that crash into them. But he keeps going forward. He has to, obviously. Yet when he drives the blade in -- it goes straight through an illusion.

Credo swings black and throws a wide, sweeping slash with the blade, which would probably only break some light orbs that happen to come close to him and do little else. ]

Yeah. My head's not as hard as it used to be.

[He'd probably like, die if he tried to take a canon ball to the face now.

ANYWAY, with that, he gives Darin a little nod and turns to leave. He's gonna go chug tea or something.]

You have just as much chance as anyone, Stella!

[He's hardly even seen her use her magic, but still he's confident!]

[There are more orbs forming around him, starting to slowly fill up the arena instead of only around the illusory bomber. Once that blade strikes through him, he's gone, leaving the real bomber boy hidden.

He's avoiding that blade at all costs, a horrible close-range fighting and not having brought his dynamite to the battles despite it always being on his person.

Some of those bubbles are growing large, and if they pop, will do so with enough force to bludgeon Credo with their energy.]

[There wouldn't be any ill intent coming from Thancred. He's here to help... and snoop on the people who were on the island. As a new arrival, he wanted to see who was there, and how they fought. It was just info collecting.]

I didn't either. I've been watching a lot of the matches, and I'm impressed. With you as well. You're fantastic with that sword.

No one does. Don't worry, we're all frustrated with this place.

[ He starts using his wind magic again, this time sending it all over Ken in order to get all the glitter off. ]

It's not like we asked to be here, after all.

Permanent does matter a bit. We don't know that this will stay with us when we leave this place.

[ He has an image to maintain, after all. He doesn't know if Azuki would be overly thrilled if once he returned home he had paintings and designs over his fur. She might even break up with him. Hmm, this is making him consider it all over again. No, he shouldn't, right? ]

Though I guess if I truly love something, I can always obtain a permanent version.

[ He'd have to feel it out first. After all, how it would look on his fur is certainly not going to be the same as it looks on human flesh. ]

What?

[ He didn't actually expect the bubbles to grow to the size that they are. Even as he attempts to swing the sword into them, he gets blasted backwards from the energy -- and into another bubble.

It rockets him about in a, honestly, hilarious fashion as false feathers from the angelic form seem to come off with each blast.

Looking more like a ruffled bird, he finally stops crashing into the bubbles. His wings extend as rays of light start to manifest from the extended feathers. It sends out a pulse of bright light -- meant more to clear the area than anything else.

He's still not the smartest as an angel bird, unfortunately. ]

[She doesn't judge him. How can she? It's very likely that there are many types of people, especially those like Cloud in Camelot. And given that she's heard about the knighthood and the tournaments themselves are geared largely towards combat, to expect otherwise might be a bit silly.]

Well, you must've done pretty well considering you came out of it with not much in the way of battle scars to show for it.

[Aerith smiles kindly and with a gentle touch, she moves her hand slowly over the length of his forearm. He doesn't need any serious attention. Just a little bit here and there.]

They're vibrant.

[She nods in agreement.] I was thinking about it, but I don't think I'd want anything permanent. But maybe a little something wouldn't hurt to get into the spirit of things.

What are you thinking about getting?

[He looks... a little like something one might have come up against in Midgar. Sort of. Maybe a little too well-composed for a piece of machinery. Just the sight of him makes Aerith think of home for a moment or two.

If she aches, which perhaps she does in the far back of her mind, she's rather easily distracted from it simply by the sheer height of him. He towers over her. Looms.

Is he sentient?]

Oh, no, no. [She shakes her head as she finally composes herself long enough to dust herself off. It could be worse, all things considered.] I'm going to guess I didn't leave a dent in you. [Aerith can't help issuing a chuckle. Between the two of them, she's going to assume she's the more fragile one.]

I agree, that guy must be really clever, Mickey. And for a minute, I thought he was going to be defeated by his opponent too soon, glad to see that he is able to turn things around in his favour.

It's pretty bad.

[ These aren't really designed for deer muzzles or faces that don't just have a nose and ears to plop them on. He'd have to use some magic to get them in a proper place. He takes them off and returns them to the vendor, opting to check out some knick-knacks, which he's not inclined to buy but is overall fascinated by. They really went all out, huh.

He glances towards the shirts in question and tilts his head towards her, considering her and the shirts and her. The entire concept is really all too weird to him, but he's never much liked graphic tees. He has opted to try and not be overtly rude, so he just asks: ]

How old are you?

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a. souvenirs

[ To say that his arrival here was overwhelming would be an understatement, and in need of a distraction, Dimitri takes to the tournament scene immediately, though it's a far cry from what he's used to back home. There's weapons and magic he's never seen before, not to mention the advanced technology, and it's hard not to stop and stare, before he catches himself and moves on.

The pop-up merchandise stands catch his eye, however, and with the intent being to browse, he takes a little extra time there, examining the wares, some of them familiar enough — a shirt is a shirt, even if styled unfamiliarly — but others are not. Tchotchkes that attach to keys for some...reason, glass globes that imitate snow when shaken, glasses with dark lenses to block out the sun...

Actually, that last one seems pretty practical in his estimation. His eyesight being limited, it would be convenient to make it easier to see in the sun. Perhaps...

Without further hesitation, he slides on the sunglasses, right over his eyepatch, before peering at himself in the stall's mirror.

Hm...no, that doesn't look quite right. ]

Pardon me. I wouldn't suppose these come in single eyepieces, do they?

[ He's just kind of...asking in general. He's way out of his depth here. ]

b. tea gardens

[ Tea is, at least, something very familiar to him, something that tends to calm easily, and even if he's been in Camelot City for a few days now, his nerves could still use some soothing, so it's an opportunity he can't miss. Even if once he's there, he feels a little out of place. This is clearly meant to be a social atmosphere, but Dimitri doesn't know anyone here. Though he's looked, he hasn't found anyone else from Fodlan around, and he doesn't feel quite right wishing that they were. Still, he's lonely, in a way he hasn't felt in a long time — or, at least, in way he hasn't let himself acknowledge in a long time.

Still, he enjoys his tea, even if he only has his own thoughts to occupy him. At least, until he starts to hear the murmur of voices from the grapevine on his table. It must be his imagination, surely, or a voice caught on the wind, but it evidently is coming from the grapevine, and from the sound of it, whoever the voices belong to are having a heated disagreement.

He's not one for gossip or eavesdropping, but it's also hard not to listen when it's right there. He glances around, almost furtive. In any case, he looks like he has a question on the tip of his tongue, but no one to ask it of. ]

c. melee combat

[ At last, the melee tournament begins, and Dimitri truly finds himself in his element. While his mind is still swarmed with questions and uncertainty, having his weapon in his hand to face off against an opponent is as familiar as an old friend. And for the first time in a long, long time, wielding his lance won't require the price of blood. This is only for sport, which relieves his heart of a burden he has only begun to unpack.

So it's with eagerness that he awaits his turn to take on his next opponent, Areadbhar in hand, striding out into the arena. This is more of a crowd than he is used to sparring in front of, but he remains unflapped. There's nothing that he knows better than this: how to face an opponent, lean into his own strength, and take them down.

He greets his opponent with a gentle smile, though the fire of competition is alive in his eye. ]

Well met. I look forward to seeing which one of us emerges the victor.

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He pushes back his sleeve and holds his arm alongside Hythlodaeus'. The real counterpart to his friends' new tattoo voices a quiet snuffle, nudging the moving image with its snout. The images themselves don't quite seem to respond as the live creatures do but the pair of images weave about in tandem as though sensing the other is near.

Hades tries not to smile too openly as he watches. "They're merely animated ink, 'Daeus. I doubt they have sentience."

The smile doesn't escape Hythlodaeus and he grins in return, a jubilant warmth in his heart. He gently scritches the real gwiber under the chin.

"Even if they do not, would it not be nice to pretend? There is no harm in it, after all. And they do look quite beautiful together, do you not find?"

Well don't ask me if he'll do it, ask him. [he gestured to the bird] But, yes, I'll help.

God help him.

"Right." He felt faintly ill. After a moment he ventured. "So ah..." He was not going to ask him if his world was full of talking mice even if the question burned him. "...How are you finding it here?" He hated small talk.

I'm not injured I just have a bruise the size of a small ham. [he winces]

If you can find anything that won't break me out in hives or make me turn into a wild boar, I'll owe you one.

[because he would like to move before anyone meddling came along and found him]

Not a bad idea but gently, and not on anything rough.

[It doesn't take much for the caster to blind Regis. Those encroaching shadows manage to do just that by encasing the old king within a shroud of darkness completely devoid of light. However, Regis tries to counteract such a spell by casting another round of lightning in hopes of illuminating his surroundings. It's not very effective much to his chagrin. So instead of trying to defeat this overwhelming darkness, Regis decides to rely upon his familiar's eyesight.

Tonitrus mimics the same lightning spell cast earlier in an attempt to strike down the sorceress to free its master. The fiend keeps casting lightning consecutively on Regis's behalf. While the old king can't see anything, he knows that Tonitrus can see her since the thunderbird is hovering above the arena.]

[ Regrettably, Saber manages to do just that by forcing Regis into this defensive stance. He awkwardly manages to parry most of her incoming strikes but eventually, Regis loses his momentum and is struck. Maybe if he were in his prime, he would've been able to catch that third strike but unfortunately, Regis isn't.

Her sword nicks him on the leg causing him to gasp in pain. While he thinks it's just a flesh wound, the telltale coppery scent states otherwise. It pains Regis to admit defeat so soon but he knows better than to push his luck. In the past, he would've shrugged off such a wound but he doesn't have the luxury of doing so here. ]

I yield!

[He announces loud and clear for all to hear.]

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