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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Aerith Gainsborough | FF7R | Open

[inemeraldfaith]

🌺 01. Wanderlust (Pre-Tournament)

[Camelot is little more than an adventure waiting to be discovered and consequently explored. Aerith likely could not have arrived at a better time. With the tournament right around the proverbial corner, the streets are bustling with life.

She wanders through the town, taking in the sights and the plethora of sounds. The fascinating body paintings, while she contemplates getting a little something done for fun (a flower, maybe?), the balloons from colourful, inviting clowns, dances, parades, and the works. It's a vibrant change in comparison to the sometimes dull life in the slums.

One might find her contemplating the paintings or covered in glitter that for her smells of lily flowers or wandering about the pretty tea garden to admire the flowers. (Maybe she really ought to see if she could have a flower shop...) One might even find her in something as simply as looking at the various different stalls and their souvenirs celebrating the tournament, cerulean drake coiled up neatly about her ponytail and ribbon.

Regardless of where you might be, she brushes your shoulder just so, or perhaps she bumps into you as she's trying to weave her way around others. Don't mind her as she lifts a hand to dust you off. She's just like that.]

Oh, I'm sorry about that! Are you okay?

🌺 02. Rallying (Tournament)

[The only tournament Aerith has really taken a part in was the Underground Colosseum and it was admittedly for a rather different reason than something particularly meant to be 'fun.' When she thinks of it, she wears a small smile, even knowing that fighting isn't her preferred method of approach. Just how is Cloud, anyway? Frozen, she supposes, all things considered.

It doesn't stop her from making it a point to lend her support to the various participants, especially if it's someone she knows personally. She's in the audience, lifting a hand in triumph, the other cupped partially about her mouth.]

You've got this! I know you can do it!

[Because everyone needs to feel like they have someone in their corner from time to time. And with everyone around her being a bit excited, it's hard for her not to get infected in it. Just not infected enough to enter a tournament herself.]

🌺 03. A Helping Hand (Post-Tournament)

[Although she hasn't chosen to align herself specifically with the tournaments themselves and doesn't feel right doing so, it doesn't stop her from wanting to help in her own way. If she has healing magic, she should be using it, right?

As such, if you've gotten yourself into a scuffle and find yourself in need (or even not in need), Aerith is happy to lend a hand whether you particularly want it or not.

A tipped head, patient smile, and a warm composure, she'll give a look over before she speaks up.]

Looks like you saw some action. Are you feeling all right?

[Her gaze and the features in her face soften as she studies you thoughtfully.] I can help out a bit, if you'd like.

🌺 04. Wildcard

[The above prompts are pretty generic and vague, so if you'd like something specific, this is where it should go. I'm happy to write starters for interested parties. Feel free to PM me or you can contact me on ofthesky.]

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[birdflipping]

[Nero had been passing by, hoping to clean up and get something to eat now that his matches are done with, when Aerith address him. he recognises the young woman from the network, and he stop to consider the question.]

Oh, hey. I'm good, just a few bumps and bruises.

[And a cut along one arm where a blade had nicked him, though it's more of a light scratch than a serious wound. He shrugs.]

Unless you're a healer who needs the magic practice? In which case, knock yourself out.

[inemeraldfaith]

[She recognises his voice almost immediately. He's the one she teased over being a bit brooding and stoic.

Aerith wears a smile as she looks him over. He's right, of course. He's not really that beat up, but a little practise wouldn't be a bad idea. It'd give her a chance to really see how effective her healing magic is.]

You're observant! [She praises him, the curl in her mouth growing. As she nears him, she rests a fingertip just below said nick. It's really nothing serious at all.] It doesn't really need it, but maybe we'll just take care of it anyway. Did you get this in the tournament?

[More like, is that all he got from being in the tournament?]

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[souris_keteer]

[ Given his short stature, it's really easy to bump into little Mickey! He was momentarily startled, but quickly broke into a natural smile. ]

Aw, I'm all right! That was nothin' more than a light breeze!

[ lies, he was five seconds away from landing right on his tail. ]

[inemeraldfaith]

[Oh. She could have tripped right over him if she hadn't been paying attention. Rather, she could have done a lot more damage, she realises in hindsight. It's relieving when he resets himself.

Leaning over, she mirrors his smile.]

You sure about that? [She doesn't press him beyond that, but Aerith has to wonder.] I'll have to be more careful from now on, it seems. Where were you headed?

[He doesn't look like he'd belong in a tournament, but... Sometimes a smaller package has a large personality. It's easy to underestimate someone like that.]

[souris_keteer]

Aw, I thought I'd catch a quick bite to eat before the tournaments started.

[ A bit of a proud puff to his chest! ]

I'm enterin' myself! Can't let these skills go rusty!

[ isn't he clearly just so big and strong??? ]

[inemeraldfaith]

So you are entering. I wondered about that. Which one were you going to enter?

[After a pause, she continues.] I mean, I think you can enter more than one. Are you nervous at all?

[He certainly doesn't seem it. If anything, he seems just about fearless, as if it's no big deal to enter a fighting tournament at all.]

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[whatsamada]

[Ken knew he was going to lose after attempting the tournament. Without his powers, he was a regular kid compared to the rest of the adults. However, he was just glad that most of them didn't underestimate his fighting abilities.

As he managed to get away with some cuts and scraps, he was surprised to see a young woman speak to him.]

I don't mind but...was I cut up that bad?

[inemeraldfaith]

[Aerith slipped her hands behind her back, wearing a kind smile. Truthfully, she hadn't been prying with her eyes or anything like that. Her offer had come simply out of a genuine consideration.]

Oh, it's not required to accept it. You know yourself better than I do. I just thought it might be a nice thing to have available for anyone who needed it.

[Gesturing over him as her weight shifted, she continued.] You don't look awful, though, if that's what you're asking. Nothing that won't naturally heal in a few days, I'm sure.

[whatsamada]

[As he looked around his hands to see if there were any deep cuts, nothing seemed out of place. He was use to getting injured but he figured it might seem out of place for someone his age to be fighting.

Or at least, that’s the impression he got since arriving here.]

You really think so? I’m use getting cuts so I didn’t think much about it.

[Pause] But I wouldn’t mind being healed, I would appreciate that a lot!

[inemeraldfaith]

That's probably what it is, then. If you're used to it, there's no reason you'd think anything of it.

[Cloud probably perceives it the same way, honestly. Regardless, she looks delighted by his acceptance.]

Shouldn't take me very long. Let me get a better look at you. [Because while she's offered, Aerith has been careful not to pry with her eyes too much.]

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[scotch_egg]

[if by action she meant butted in the gut by a young goat who had suddenly gotten tired of listening to him. Young though the thing was, he could still feel a pretty bruise forming and it hurt to breathe. Still he knew he looked like a wilted flower on the sidelines trying to recover, and straightened.]

Just fine. Thanks.

[inemeraldfaith]

[Playing tough, eh?

Even as he straightens up, Aerith is not convinced. She is fearless in expressing that, too.]

I don't know about that. It's okay to accept help when one needs it. But it's true that we all have different ideas of when we need something.

[She can't press too hard and she at least realises it.]

[scotch_egg]

There's nothing that can help it but time. Unless you've got an aspirin on you. [he couldn't help but be a little annoyed by her hovering, though she isn't nearly as insufferable as Miller about it]

[inemeraldfaith]

[He makes his position pretty clear and Aerith, while occasionally unabashedly pushy, she decides it's wiser not to do the same in this situation.]

Hm... I don't, but I'm sure something like it could be found here if you were against the idea of using magic as a temporary means of pain relief.

[Come to think of it, she wonders if the healing magic could even provide that. Given that she hasn't used hers much since her arrival, she still isn't fully certain of its full capabilities. (But that's the whole point to practising it.)]

If it helps, you really don't look very injured. Just annoyed.

[She can't help her observation accompanied with a subtle curve of the mouth. Maybe he had a bad time on the tournament grounds.]

001;

[omnistriker]

[ The trip through the stalls had been fairly uneventful thus far, except for Aerith accidentally walking into her. Tifa's so taken off-guard by the crash, she accidentally pops the balloon in her hand, and suddenly, all the glitter trapped inside before is now just. everywhere. Everywhere. Tifa can't even see with it caked over her lashes and covering her hair, and she manages a fairly loud sneeze before trying to swipe some of it off. ]

That's- ...that's all right. I'm fine. Are you still there, Aerith?

[ She takes another swipe at her eyes and blinks them clear, wishing she hadn't been holding the balloon so close to her own face. Why had anyone put that much glitter inside of it anyway? She'd only grabbed it because a nice jester had been handing them out for free, and she didn't want to see him impolite as a welcomed guest to their festival.

Once her fingers meet Aerith's shoulder, she manages a more relieved expression, still blinking to clear the glitter. ]

-there you are. I think it might be a little too late to say that you startled me.

[ ...and everyone else within a fifteen foot radius around the two of them. There are plenty of glares shot their way for the glitter catastrophe, which makes her feel slightly sheepish about the ordeal. ]

[inemeraldfaith]

[It's literally... everywhere. Just a shower of sparkling glitter that looks both beautiful and slightly horrifying. Just an explosion of what's now managed to cover them both.

Her drake has a miniature celebration. Or tantrum. It's hard to tell with the way he nestles further into her ponytail.]

Yeah, oop—

[Tifa finds her shoulder and as Aerith is finding her way back to her own vision, she's smiling, the glittered mess that she is, reflected in current company, too. Tifa probably got the worse end of it, honestly.

It's going to take forever to wash all of that out. ...Smells nice, though.]

Sorry about that! I didn't realise that'd happen. Guess an apology is moot, though, right? You okay?

[Better that it was Tifa, maybe, and not someone who doesn't know her at all. Someone unfamiliar with Aerith might not have been as forgiving.]

[omnistriker]

[ ...The glitter really does smell nice. Which is one consolation, although Tifa can't tell if that's just Aerith's natural scent in the air since it reminds her a lot of the yellow flower that Cloud had brought her what seems like a lifetime ago. It's almost pleasantly nostalgic, making her still for a moment before shaking herself out of it and trying to at least clear her nose and mouth of glitter. ]

As okay as I can be. I think I am going to be washing this out for weeks. You wouldn't happen to have a wind spell handy?

[ Just to blow her nice and dry, but that also might end up getting glitter on everyone close by... No need to give them more reason to be annoyed with the both of them. ]

On second thought, maybe a bath would be better.

[ She isn't sure if going into her next match covered in nice-smelling glitter would be an advantage or not. Better to be safe and get it all off just to limit her own and her opponent's distractions. No point in claiming victory if it's not done fair and square. ]

[inemeraldfaith]

[Aerith shakes her head with an admittedly apologetic smile.]

Doesn't seem like I have anything elemental. [Which is a bit of a change, considering all it took back home was materia. As it is, the only piece that she has...

Well. It probably wouldn't even do anything about the glitter.]

I wonder if we could find a place to wash you off without actually... submerging you into a lake. [Like their arrival.] Or a river. [Because neither of those sound particularly enjoyable for either of them.]

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[corpsewarblade]

[Mukuro was also spending some time staring at the body painting activities going on, eyes growing wide as she watched the finished tattoos move freely across people's bodies.]

Woah...that's-

[She was so engrossed, in fact, that she didn't notice Aerith until she'd literally bumped into her. It took only a moment to slip the fake Fashionista attitude back on.]

Oh! No, sorry, my bad, I was totally spacing out there! You alright?

[inemeraldfaith]

[At least she isn't the only one extremely fascinated by the tattoos. Some of them are very elaborate. Some are a little more symbol. Aerith can't imagine having something permanent, but the idea of a cute little lily tattoo on her shoulder doesn't seem terrible.

In the midst of dusting herself off, she grins.]

Me too. Don't worry about it, I'm right as rain! Were you thinking about getting one?

[She motions indicatively toward the body painting.]

[corpsewarblade]

Yeah, I'm tempted, they look incredible, don't they? Are you gonna get one?

[She set about dusting herself off too, giving a friendly smile back to the stranger.]

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[peacewithouttyranny]

[Well, the person Aerith bumped into is evidently very metallic in nature- An eight feet tall mech with a glowing red visor. Soundwave has just been covered in glitter himself, the aroma is distinctly earthy and woodsy, distracted by the burst of obnoxious pink to notice Aerith until she bumped into him. Honestly, it's pretty difficult to hurt him

When he speaks, his voice being robotic and mechanical-like in quality just accentuates he's not at all human.]

I think I should be asking you that instead.

[No, seriously, he can imagine bumping into him might leave a mark or something.]

You're not hurt, are you?

[inemeraldfaith]

[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.]

[peacewithouttyranny]

[Definitely sentient. And supple metals too, as Soundwave folds his arms together across his chest, movements far too fluid to be considered 'robotic'.]

There isn't a scuff on my paint job, as well. You are far too fragile to leave a dent on me. ... No offense. [He is trying not to be overtly rude, but yes, humans and organics are fragile creatures.]

It's fortunate you are not hurt, Miss. But I must apologize, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. The... glitter is distracting. [Said glitter are all over him, too, covering most of his upper body]