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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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His tongue flicked out to lick his thumb which was then rubbed against Alec's butterfly. Liberal use of spittle could remove any blemish on the skin or so his former mother had always seemed to think and if it worked for her...

"Uh."

It did not work for him...

"Maybe with soap?"

[ Saber makes an oddly-adorable pout at that, though her own familiar shows no signs of stopping. It puffs out it's chest further and stands on it's own hind legs, much to Saber's chagrin.

Getting tired of it's shenanigans, Saber shakes her head, causing it to briefly take off from her head... only to land back on it and resume what it was doing. ]

Not all of us were paired with easily-managed familiars, Caster...

[ The small red dragon releases a puff of fire from it's mouth, partly in mockery, and partly to show off how great it is in front of Caster's familiar.

...it suits her, at least in terms of competitiveness. ]

The gwiber is extremely cute! Hythlodaeus happily lets it play, tugging his fingers back in return to its own pulls. Fortunately or unfortunately, though, he can't read Hades's mind and know what his friend is thinking about, so he only attributes the quietness and hesitant mode of address to Hades's penchant for being easily embarrassed and a little sulky.

"Hmm? Oh, indeed. I do wish there was a different trial for cognitive magic users, but I suppose it is hard to judge things like thought transfer or astral projection. There was someone who was looking to participate, too... Master Doppo, I believe his name was. I plan to meet him later. What of yourself, Hades? Will I have the pleasure of seeing you put your own skills to the test?"

[Ken didn’t know how to respond to his statement. He had to be more honest with his emotions but it was difficult when there wasn’t anyone from his world here.

He could create more bonds by being more open but how could he when his support system was gone? With a mumble or two, he looked at the older teen thinking carefully about his words.]

That’s difficult and especially when I don’t even know where to begin.

[He mentally cursed once more when he realized this was a lost cause. He hated knowing how he was a regular kid in this world and yet? Another part of him was thankful that Saber was taking him seriously.

As he felt Saber knocking him to the ground, he quickly tried to get back up to grab his spear. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be as he saw the sword before him.

With a chuckle, he gave a small shrug. It sucks knowing he lost but he does place one of his hands up.]

Saber-san, you are strong. I’m impressed!

“Don’t push it.”

He sighed to himself. He really didn’t know what to think of this strange demon but one thing is for sure!

“Tell you what, I’ll think about watching power rangers on the big screen. I’ll just ask if we can rent the place for a discount or something. Sound good to you?”

I hope so! Moving around, I mean. That would be really cool, right?

[She grins.]

I don't think they can make noise. Can they? [She hesitated because that sounded neat but...]

I bet that would get really annoying huh.

[ooc: Sorry for the delay!]

Sherry let out a surprised little laugh as Claire agreed with her, quickly starting to scan the area for where she would sign up.

"Over there, I think!" She said, as if Claire could actually know what she was looking or, even as she hurried off to the sign up booth.

[ooc: Sorry for the delay!]

Uhm. You can lie down if you want to, or sit, whatever is more comfortable.

[The kid smiled up at him.]

Or where are you hurt? If it's easier to lie down or sit down because of that...

[She gestured towards her corner which had both chairs and a cot.]

[ooc: Sorry for the delay!]

Heh... his latest idea was kinda funny. It was thanks to him we tossed a bunch of bad guys out of a tower!

"That's right!" It made sense to Mickey, since they were nearly the same. "And since I've got experience in my world, I'm sure to be a shoe-in here!"

Of course! Ignoring someone is almost the definition of rudeness, and I'll not have that.

"I planned to participate in both melees and the long-range," he says, playing with the edge of his sleeve. "The joint competition between alchemists and kinetic users as well. That boy, Walter, agreed to partner with me."

The question flows off his tongue before he can think about it, "Would you like to watch?"

Hythlodaeus always smiles easily, but now especially he can't help it, gazing at Hades fondly. He's so adorable when he's fidgety.

"Certainly! I would go as far as to say I would love to watch."

Now that is really cool. They probably didn’t saw that coming from him.

Smiling faintly, he takes Hythlodaeus' hand and tugs his friend over to where the physical melee is being held. It's surprising how easily the other man has come to accept the presence of weapons, for their sure are many of them present at the waists of would-be competitors - including his own, in fact.

"Are you sure you won't faint from the violence?" he asks, mostly amused but at least somewhat concerned.

He follows, entwining their fingers fondly--but gently elbows him in the side at that question.

"Come now! Or are you so eager to have me be a fainting maiden, as you put it? So that you may rush over and be my gallant saviour, mayhap?"

[Not injured, just a bruise? She doesn't say it outright, but those two kind of overlap.]

Ohhh, I see. I can run that errand for you.

[She thumbs at her chin, knowing very well that Midgar's amount of varied medicines likely won't be the same as what Camelot has. Maybe there's something comparable, though.]

Although I have to ask, why is it that turning into a boar is an immediate concern for you? I didn't know anyone here was turning into animals.

Surely you could have learned without putting yourself in too much danger.

[Aerith raises her eyebrows, a little amused by his explanation. Truthfully, it was unlikely the tournaments would get out of hand. Even if they did... a little danger was exciting.]

I think you'll have some advantages over your opponents, though. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Just be confident! [She suspects he won't have an issue in that department either.] And remember, I'll be watching, so you won't be on your own.

I actually think it's pretty. You look flashy!

[Not that Tifa normally doesn't. All people are flashy in their own way, after all. But Tifa definitely has a certain special quality that's restricted to simply her. Aerith can't put her finger on it, knows only that it's there, and that seems to be good enough for her.

At her question, Aerith lifts her hands and she carefully threads her fingers through Tifa's hair with a smile.]

Your hair, actually. It's just everywhere. But the more I'm looking at it, the more I'm liking it. Although I guess it'd be easy to get tired of it if it lasted forever. I think for just today, it'll be okay.

[Hands lower and she tries to dust off the pleats from Tifa's skort, which ultimately winds up being relatively fruitless.] Hair is definitely the worst if there's a competition. No one's going to miss you, that's for sure.

[Should she...? Junko's excitement is infectious, and now Aerith's consideration of it becomes much more serious.

The talk of scars, however, diverts her attention. She gives Junko a look over thoughtfully, considering she doesn't see anything that jumps right out at her.]

I could understand maybe wanting to hide them, but some would also say that scars tell a story. But if you're going to get one, it wouldn't hurt to pick something for said scars. I was thinking of something flowery for me, but I'm not sure if you like things like that.

[Because he's... young, she suspects. But age isn't a reason to underestimate someone. It's very likely there were many people who thought they could underestimate her, too. Sometimes age doesn't mean anything.

She smiles once she's done and she folds her hands together.]

Well, just means the next time you go in, you'll have to show them that big personalities come in small packages. You can show them that you're serious and that you deserve to be taken seriously.

[ His opponent's dismay at his magical prowess wins a lighthearted chuckle but nothing more as he prepares for their next strike. In just a blink of an eye, Regis crafts a dome-like shield crafted out of ice in hopes of halting the incoming fireballs. He's been practicing this move for a while now as a defensive measure. This mock shield can hold well against steel but does tend to melt once fire touches it. It's comprised of several layers of thick ice that is thin like a sheet of glass. While he manages to save himself from being burned, Regis's shield is already melting.

He summons the ice away in a flurry of powdery snow not noticing that his opponent has changed platforms. Regis narrowly dodges the incoming flames but does get singed by the red hot flames. It's then that he quickly summons several enormous blocks of solid ice in hopes of crushing his opponent. While Regis is certain that his opponent will find some way to dodge the falling ice, he's hoping that he can at least slow him down a little.

For all of Regis's magical power, he lacks stamina. The young man before him certainly has him beaten in that regard but Regis means to counteract this weakness by overwhelming them with spell after spell. ]

[A pained gasp escapes Regis once the wounds he received earlier start to throb painfully. While he typically seems to have a high tolerance to pain, Regis cannot help but grit his teeth once the agony becomes unbearable. He falls to one knee as he grips his chest, clearly distracted by this sudden flare of pain. The old king suspects this is the witch's doing, especially since he had Megumi dress his wounds before the next bout. It's with this in mind that Regis somehow finds the strength to summon another barrage of powerful flames.

Dozens of red hot flames suddenly shoot up out of nowhere in frightening pillars of fire. He warps them into various shapes, crafting them into mock little fiery arrows that rain down upon his opponent like rain. He keeps summoning more and more until the pain within his chest becomes too great to ignore.

Regis lets out a shaky breath as he attempts to use the remaining flames to force the shadows away. He has no idea how to undo this curse but maybe if he could make these shadows recede, he'll have a fighting chance.]

Oh. You...you did? [Oof. Isabel likes her dad--whichever universe's version this one is--but it's still weird. Morgan's like hers, but not. Too young, for one. It's kind of uncomfortable.]

Uh...is it going okay so far? [This is also because Morgan is Morgan.]

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