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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Tamaki Amajiki // My Hero Academia // OPEN

[takoyakitori]

🦋 [A] Tournaments

[1]
[Tamaki is an introvert by nature, but the prospect of a tournament is certainly something that interests him, so even though it's crowded and full of people he doesn't recognize, He's out in the thick of it, watching the competitions with interest. He does, however, keep to himself most of the time.

At one point, during any of the competitions, his mood has shifted to one that's more excited, and he's far more likely to interact with people he doesn't know. When one round ends and the participants of the next are announced and then show up in the arena, he speaks up.]

Who do you think will win this one?

[It almost doesn't look like it's directed at anyone in particular, but when he turns to look at the person next to him, maybe it's them after all.]

[2]
[When the Animal and Hypnotic competition comes up, at some point, Tamaki is no longer in the crowd. Instead, he has actually chosen to participate. Whatever the result of the competition is (kept vague as results are not released oocly) Tamaki does appear to give it his all. His expression and posture is determined, though his requests to his animal partner are always soft and respectful. Despite this, it's hard to miss that he ALSO looks nervous, especially when at one point there's a not-insignificant portion of the crowd that seems to be cheering both him and his little squirrel companion on.

There's a moment where he looks like he's trying to make himself appear much smaller, too. When the competition ends, he can be found near the arena, quietly talking to the squirrel sitting on his shoulder as he holds up small seeds and nuts for his friend to eat. It's impossible to hear what he's saying to the squirrel, but he's clearly in an involved conversation. At some point the squirrel chitters much louder than it had been and Tamaki's attention bolts towards whoever is standing nearby.]

Were you about to compete? I can get out of your way.

[He looks flustered, but he's friendly seeming enough as he kneels down to let the squirrel bounce away through the grass. His companion seems to return then, the small phoenix chick taking up its rightful place on his shoulder now that the squirrel is gone.]

☀️ [B] Tea Garden

[The gardens are actually very soothing, and Tamaki counts himself lucky to have found them early on during the event. He's spending a lot of time here between tournaments and exploring. Right now he has a teacup filled to the brim with chamomile and lavender tea. It's piping hot, and he's careful to hold it steady in his hands as he heads towards a table to drink the tea.]

[1]
[Unfortunately, because he's so focused on not spilling his tea, he's going to wind up tripping over something in the garden. It doesn't matter what it is, a rock, root, someone's foot... it all results in the same thing. He stumbles forward, but instead of bumping into anyone his grip on the teacup slips and it falls, splashing someone's pants and shoes with the golden colored liquid as it falls to the ground and shatters. He grimaces immediately.]

Sorry! I should have been paying attention. [He's already kneeling down to pick up the broken cup, focusing on that instead of the person he'd knocked into. Normally he isn't this clumsy, he must have been deep in thought. When he looks back up he looks frustrated.]

You're okay, right?

[2]
[Tamaki instead makes it to a table with his tea and sits down in a seat that he'd been sitting in before. He'd expected the table to be empty since it had been when he was here last, but as he sets his cup down he notices that at least one other chair is now occupied. He almost jumps, but instead his posture just stiffens ever so slightly.]

Oh. Excuse me. It's okay to sit here right?

[He considers for a minute to get up and go, the thought clear in the way his posture shifts.]

🦋 [C] Glitter

Please stop!! This is excessive!!!

[Honestly, it's probably the loudest he's been this whole event. He doesn't sound pleased either, from the tone it's in to boot. Anyone who looks to find the source of the shout will find Tamaki covered head to toe in golden yellow and orange glitter, smelling almost oppressively of citrus - lemon and grapefruit in particular. Next to him is a clown on the ground, clutching their stomachs and in a full fit of giggles. Tamaki had managed to avoid getting his balloon popped after it was given to him, and clearly, this clown had taken matters into their own hands and popped the balloon for him.

Tamaki's face is drawn into a scowl, almost furious looking despite the way he's shaking. Behind him, another clown is slowly approaching, a purple balloon in one hand and a long needle in the other. It's just about too late to stop as the balloon is popped right behind Tamaki's head and he yelps, just as a purple powdery glitter explodes around him, wafting the scent of lavender to mingle with the citrus.]

This is just bullying. I want to go home.

☀️ [D] Lunch

[Between everything else going on, it's possible to find Tamaki exploring all of the different kinds of food that's on offer. In fact, he looks to be in quite the dilemma as some vendors caught on to his interest over all the food and have overburdened him with a veritable hoard of food. He has several plates balanced in between his fingers, and several others are clutching onto a variety of food on sticks. He looks a little at a loss here on what to do with the food in his hands, so when he catches sight of someone looking, he turns to them immediately.]

Please, take some of this. I tried to tell them I didn't need this much, but they insisted...and I didn't want to say no. Please.

🦋 [E] Wildcard

[[ Do none of these work for you, but you still wanna tag with Tamaki? Throw something random at me here OR, hit me up on plurk at radiantly or on discord @ Radiantly#6142 to plot! My PM/DMs are also always open. ]]

Ken Amada | Persona 4 Arena Ultimax | Open

[whatsamada]

A.. Tournaments

1. [Ken had to admit, he normally wasn’t one for fighting unless he felt like he had to. However, this was one where he had to. He was already used to the idea of fighting in tournaments but at least this one was where people fought on good terms. That and no one was fighting to the death.

As he walked into the center, he held his spear tightly wondering what kind of opponent he was fighting.]

Let’s have a good match, okay? [He said before giving a small bow at the fighter.]

[ooc: Heads up, Ken isn’t going to win here. He’s just fighting to have a good time!]

2. [When Ken signed up for the animal obstacle course, he wasn’t sure if the animals were willing to work with him. So far, he seemed to notice how it varies. Sometimes they were willing to help, other times? It was more difficult than it looked. This was one of those times as he looked at the bird on his arm.

Should anyone look around, they can see he is in the middle of a heated argument with said bird over something.]

But I don’t even know if I have that much with me! That isn’t fair how you’re being rude!

[He shouted before the argument continues]

B. Glitter bombs

[It was strange for Ken to have time to relax. Now that he didn’t have to work anymore, he could feel like a kid and enjoy the festivities. As he walked around the area, there was a small sigh coming from him. He didn’t mind, it was an odd feeling that he didn’t even know how to be a kid. It felt as if he didn’t even belong here. There was a part of him that wondered if he should even continue celebrating. Just as he was about to leave, that’s when a sudden explosion of glitter came his way!

With a burst of pink, blue, and yellow his way? There was a huge frown on his face. He wasn’t having any of this right now.]

Are you kidding me? What was that for? [He didn’t mean to shout but he was just frustrated!]

C. Wildcard

[Surprise me!]

D.

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera's heading to the vendors to order himself food when he's feeling a bit bothered by the people waiting in line. He supposes it's fine to wait a good while, and he is hungry. Maybe it's free or really cheap? He's not looking to spend a lot of money. When he notices how much food Tamaki has, he's taken aback.]

Uh-! Sure just... have a seat. Here.

[It looks cumbersome to have to carry all that, and Gokudera's taking a few things, just to make the trip to a table easier. He leads the other young man to one and then gets back up to go and fetch Tamaki some napkins and a variety of eating utensils in case they're needed.]

What'd you do to get so much?

[Gokudera is reminded of how his sister would push food at him, even if it was poisonous... how if he refused to eat, it would be as awful as telling her he didn't love her. You just don't turn food away that's offered by an Italian woman.]

Darin Altway | Original Character | OPEN TO ALL

[forgeabettertomorrow]

TOURNAMENTS
-I- Melee Tournament
[Man, now this was more like it! He'd only been here for a couple of weeks, but Darin was glad enough that this world was becoming increasingly similar to the one where he came from. Right on down to the festivals and tournaments of skill. Back home, Darin never would have put himself out there like this...but here? Well, there were plenty of other weirdos and misfits and no one seemed to bat an eye at them! He might not have his innate abilities anymore, but Darin trained with some of the best knights of Alvale. Some good-natured one-on-one bouts seemed like a good chance to get a decent workout, truly test his skills, and maybe even stand a chance at the prize! If anything, he could use the exposure to start advertising his skills and abilities as a blacksmith. It was practically win/win!]

[So, when it's his time to step into the ring, he kinda soaks up some of the attention. After all, he's never heard his name announced at an official tournament before so he might be showboating a bit. You know, riling up the crowd, striking some battle poses with his jet black dao in hand.]

[Check that: He's showboating a lot.]

[When his opponent enters, he gives them a confident nod.]

Don't go easy on me, alright? Let's give these good people a show. What d'you say~?

-II- Physical Healing
[Now this was a contest Darin sure as hell wasn't used to. Back home there were all kinds of magic battles; contests of power and of control, but never one where people healed others to win. Honestly, Darin wasn't expecting to win this. If anything, he was doing his best to learn from those more practiced in the healing arts than he was. But if someone were to come to him, he would do his damndest to make sure they left feeling better than they did when they arrived.]

[Which...really is the entire point, isn't it?]

[His healing magic is slow acting, and while he casts, he does his best to keep his bedside manner up.]

That's not such a bad hit, you know. Back home, if I got something like that, I'd be told to rub some dirt in it and go home.

[And while his bedside manner isn't so bad...the fact that a large antlion is perched on his shoulder, lending him magical aid, is kind of imposing. How strange to have a familiar look so ominous and imposing and yet it grants such soothing abilities.]

[When not with a patient, Darin is moving about, taking notes from the other healers.]

How do you make this look so easy? I'm constantly drained just healing smaller wounds.

TOURNAMENT GROUNDS
-I- Magical Tattoos
[This was unlike anything Darin had ever seen before. Magical tattoos?? That animated and had effects? Sign him the hell up! After waiting in line for what seems like forever, Darin is called up and immediately strips down to his waist. A jagged scar cuts across the man's back from shoulder to opposing hip, and while he normally takes care to hide it, he's far too enthused to care today.]

[He sits down after telling the artist what he wants, then looks over at the next person getting their own ink.]

I'm getting a roaring fire on my back and two smithing hammers on my shoulders. When I flex, I want to hear the sound of hammer on anvil. Isn't that awesome?? What are you getting??

-II- Lunch
[If there was one thing Darin liked, it was festival food. Especially when it came to tournaments. The vendors always brought out their best and he was determined to try everything. Literally, everything. Every time one sees the blue-haired doofus, he appears to be eating something new. From a turkey leg, to soup in a bread bowl, to burying his face in a funnel cake. The man is either going to be sick or he's going to be thirty pounds heavier by the end of the day.]

[At some point he finds himself with one two many candy apples to cram into his mouth, so he's going to walk up to the nearest person, tap them on the shoulder, and with a mouth full of food try and ask.]

Hi! Yoo want dish? M'gettin' full.

[Classy.]

-III- Vendor Stalls
[Without his own formal business, Darin couldn't set up his own stall which, to him, is a huge missed opportunity. However, never one to be counted out, he approaches the stall of a well-known and currently very busy smithy. After proving that he knows the craft better than he knows the back of his hand, he's working the stall like a carnival barker.]

Hey now hey now hey now! Are you in the market for some new weapons? How about some armor? Has your shield taken so many hits that others shield their eyes from it? Then step right up! Get your gear maintained by a Master in the craft! Get some new weapons forged just in time for the next tournament! Get those singe marks buffed out of that breastplate! Want souvenirs? You better believe we can make them! Commemorative steins! Ornamental daggers! Remember this day any time you look atop your mantle or the next time you find yourself in a deathmatch for the fate of the multiverse! Our expert craftsmen won't be satisfied until you are! Come on down and hear our hammers sing!

WILDCARD
[Got something else you want to thread? Another idea you want to go with? Feel free to just plop it down and I'll go with the flow! But if you want to make sure it's okay, feel free to contact me through here or on plurk at bitterbearface. Don't be shy!]

A2; hello skarme friend? :eyes:

[weenwoon]

Ah, not yet. I am awaiting my partner still.

[The person who approached Tamaki is... well, a very tall masked man. But he looks benevolent enough, a pleasant smile on his face and a firebird on his shoulder - an adult, it seems, rather than Tamaki's chick. It watches the other phoenix curiously, tilting its head.]

If you would permit me, I wanted to express my admiration for your performance. A masterly job, and I was heartened by your consideration for your companion.

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.]

ii.

[thepattern]

[ Corwin is doing pretty well at the melee tournament. He may not have the same innate strength as he is used to, but he is still a formidable swordsman, with centuries of technique and finesse under his belt. That said, sometimes there's just no competing with raw power, and he'd seen the wrong end of a mace a few too many times in his last bout.

Which, coincidentally, makes him the perfect target for Darin's healing skills. He sits patiently, chest exposed as Darin works his (literal) magic on healing his ribs, and rubs his aching neck as the pain slowly melts away. ]

Yeah, well, would you believe me if I tell you I'm usually much more, ah... resilient?

Joshua Edenic | Beyond Eden

[secondedenic]

Tea Garden-A

[Joshua had meant to partake in this himself, in the hopes of steadying his own nerves. 'Why are you entering a tournament?' Well because he made a bet with his new employer and lost. Teaching him whist was a mistake.

But anyways, a cup of tea will surely steady Joshua's nerves. Except the attendant had ever so helpfully decided he needed company and so now here he is seated with another person. If they are already acquainted, Joshua is a little less uneasy, but if you're a complete stranger to him, it takes him a moment.]

...so, are you also entering that tournament?

Tourney-Dark and Light Submission

[Why is he doing this? Oh right, he lost a bet? And well, if Joshua's honest, he should see just how good he is so he can plan for the future. He is the last person who can afford to be caught flat footed in this situation.

Of course, thinking you will try in a tournament and actually doing it is a different matter and now that he's the middle of a fight Joshua's feeling a bit strained. Sure it had seemed easy enough at first. Joshua had felt good about his progress in using light magic in a short time and it had allowed him a powerful start. He'd even felt like he was going to win. But now there's a bit of pressure and he can feel himself at risk of giving way. If he wavers too much he'll lose.]

You are being quite bothersome.

Lunch-A

[At least they are being fed. That counts for something though naturally, he settled for just a simple ham sandwich and some tea, because he's always been that boring in his tastes, especially with no one too push him to eat more.

After eating he wanders around a bit and maybe strikes up some idle conversation with you.]

You did well in your bout in the tournament. I was very impressed.

[Or if he happened to over hear your conversation in the tea garden by some misfortune...]

I do not think you should take it so hard. These matters pass in time.

Wildcard
[Joshua will be around exploring the vending areas and spectating at various tournament events, so feel free to come up with your own prompts! For anyone who does compete with him in the tournament, note that I don't plan on having him get super far in it, though I don't mind one or two early wins against someone weaker than him. He is very new here though and while he has potential, he's not practiced with light magic enough.

Otherwise if you have your own ideas or wish to discuss something with me, pm me, hit up plurk Kanetsugu or on discord, Joy#8142.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Upon seeing Corwin being brought into the tent, Darin began waving off the rest of the healers, essentially calling dibs. Fortunately, Darin's seen his own fair share of batterings and wounds, so some palpating of Corwin's chest tells him just how bad the damage is.]

[He gets to work with Lyon, his antlion, perched atop his shoulder, clicking as if to tell Corwin to relax. It takes some effort, but the pain is slowly starting to ebb.]

Yeah, you and me both. I used to be able to take shots like these in my sleep. Now I have to deal with dumb problems like 'busted ribs' and 'punctured lungs.' It's a total downer, isn't it?

[He offers his lordly friend a snide grin.]

Regis Lucis Caelum | FFXV

[lucere]

❦ The Tournament

I. Close Quarter Melee

[It's been a while since Regis joined a tournament like this, years even. While he would still practice his swordsmanship here and there, Regis eventually had to forsake his blade for a cane once the Ring began to drain his health. It was the price he paid as King and a price he would willingly pay again to protect Lucis from harm. If it hadn't been for the Crystal's might, the Kingdom of Lucis would've long fallen to ruin at the hands of the Empire. Thankfully, that all seems to be in the past now. While he's nowhere near as young as some of the other contestants here, Regis is probably one of the most experienced fighters here.

He enters the tournament today wielding the sword he commissioned several days prior. Regis didn't wish for his son to return his blade to him, especially since Noctis seemed so enthused about keeping it. The winged-glaive he once wielded is a keepsake from father to son, and it brings him great joy to know that Noctis will be competing today with his sword at hand. The new sword in question is a little less fanciful than his prized glaive but just as sturdy. While it looks vaguely similar to that of the fabled Durandal, it holds no special properties.

He waits eagerly for the tournament to start, briefly noting that King Arthur is much younger than he expected. This is the first time anyone has seen the King of Avalon since their arrival here. Even though the manner of King Arthur's emergence begs question, Regis doesn't have the luxury to ponder about it.

Once his name is called, the old king steps towards the center of the battlefield.]

Let this be a fair and proper duel.

[He says as he raises his sword in a proper crusader's salute. He's a bit old fashioned when it comes down to etiquette, so don't expect any trash talking from him. Regis is a class act through and through, even when paired against the most vicious opponents.


II. Single Element Knock-Out (Element: Ice)

[While Regis is quite skilled with a blade, he's even better with magic. Magic is second nature to him and that hasn't changed. While it took time for him to get used to the magic that thrums within Avalon, Regis managed to become skilled enough to gain work as an instructor at the training grounds. Many look to him for guidance in regards to magic, including one particular alchemist who's recently learned how to become a dragon as of late. Nevertheless, Regis wonders how he will fare against some of the other contestants.

This battle will consist of a single element of the contestant's choosing. While quite a few had picked fire as their element of choice, Regis was the only contestant who picked ice rather than fire. While ice magic is indeed just a different deviation of water magic, Regis sees more benefit in commanding ice rather than water. After all, ice is solid and thick layers of ice can act as the perfect shield when necessary. So, it's that within mind that Regis steps into the fray again.]

Shall we begin?

[He calls out towards his opponent with a smile. To say the least, Regis is quite curious to see how his opponent will fare against him. He just silently hopes he doesn't have to battle anyone he knows.]


III. Magical Melee

[With no more restrictions to worry about or consider, Regis is finally free to use his full magical prowess in combat. That's why he summons his familiar Tonitrus to his side. The feathered serpent lets out a deafening roar as it lands before Regis. While the creature is nowhere near as big as the Quetzalcoatl that Noctis and the others battled before, this scaly fiend is just as vicious with a menacing growl to boot.

Thankfully, the monster is well-trained not to attack unless Regis allows it. For the sake of this competition, the thunderbird won't be attacking physically but rather aiding Regis in his spellcasting. There's nothing in the rules stating against this form of dual casting but Regis will be mindful not to push it too far.]

Let's put on a good performance, shall we?

[Forgive him if he seems a little confident here. Regis is quite eager to see how this match goes.]

❦ The Aftermath

[Regis thankfully caught himself when he felt his knee give out. He managed to stop himself from falling onto the ground by gripping onto Tonitrus's side but the searing agony that erupted knocked the wind out of him. Despite being in better health than he was prior in Eos, Regis is still quite far along in his years. While he's nowhere as old as he looks, Regis should've known better than to push himself to his limit today.

His familiar lets out a worried hum as it tries to keep its master upright. While the thunderbird is known for its cantankerous disposition, the creature is oddly gentle with him. Regis tries to mask his pain with a smile as he pats the scaly creature upon its head.]

F-Fear not, I'm well. [He murmurs to the feathered-serpent as it starts nuzzling its head against his hand.] I'm just a little tired, I suppose.

[That's an understatement if anything. Regis can barely stand at this point.]

❦ Wildcard

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[thepattern]

A downer. Yeah, that's one way to put it.

[ A tired laugh as he glances somewhat warily at the antlion perched on Darin's shoulder. His own familiar, which he still has yet to name, is waiting patiently outside the tent. ]

One day you're regrowing organs, the next you're suffering a concussion. Oh, how the mighty have fallen...

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Hey look at it this way...

[Sorry, Corwin, this might hurt a little bit. Darin's gotta put some pressure on those ribs if he's gonna heal them properly.]

If you got a concussion then it's just as likely that you learned something. Namely, not to do whatever it was that led to the concussion again.

[He laughs as he pours whatever magic he's got into healing his friend. Busted ribs are no picnic, and while he might not be able to mend them completely, he can at least soothe the pain and make it easier for the man to breathe so he doesn't go into shock.]

[thepattern]

[ Corwin begins to laugh at Darin's content, but it's quickly strangled out by a choked back gasp of pain. He does his best to keep the worst of it to himself, but he can't help but wince a little bit as Darin applies more pressure. ]

Right. I'll make sure not to greet the ground face first, next time. Thanks for the tip.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Pft. Your face is fine, Corwin. I was thinking maybe learn to dodge the mace trying to cave your chest in?

But hey, I'm full of helpful tips.

[Alright, he can feel the magic flowing now with the help of Lyon. It's slow going, but the damaged ribs start to heal.]

Alright...I think we're through the worst of it.

Wildcard

[seasoflight]

Felih can't help but sidle up to familiar faces, and he's even more likely to do so in the freezing Avalon winter. With all the snow and wind, he's glad for the crowds observing the tournament, because it makes the area much warmer. It also gives him the chance to cuddle up to new friends and enjoy the festivities together, and so when he spots the regal king in the stands, he's quick to weave his way through and tuck himself right against his side.

"Hello there, my royal friend," he chirps, his fluffy tail quick to curl around Regis' legs as he cuddles close. He's bundled up well for the cold, and is wearing a knit cap that has perfectly sized ear pockets for him, which makes him much more comfortable. "Enjoying the show~?"

[lucere]

The tournament has a relatively turn out today despite it being the dead of winter. Regis is among the many spectators here watching the tourney unfold. The excitement within the air masks the underlining frigidness of the temperature outside. Nearly all of Camelot is here today in support of the many contestants on the metaphorical stage. It's a beautiful way to kick off the new year, especially since King Arthur is among the spectators today.

Regis was lost in his thoughts when something warm and furry brushes up against him. "Oh, Felih!" He greets the other with a smile despite being caught unaware. "Indeed, I am." He replies before turning his gaze back towards the spectacle ahead. Two new challengers were just called out and the crowd is getting wild.

"I used to watch tournaments all the time in my younger years. This brings back the memories." Regis grins as he turns to face Felih again. As one would expect, the little miqo'te as all bundled up for the cold, including that adorable knitted hat upon his head.

"Goodness, you left very little for a chance today." Regis teases as he reaches over to pet the miqo'te's head. "At least you won't be freezing, unlike last time." He remembers that time out there by the lake. Poor Felih looked as if he was going to freeze to death at any second. As for Regis, he is dressed handsomely in a black tailor-made suit with a matching waistcoat to boot with a navy-blue wool coat. He's slowly working hints of color in his wardrobe but barely.

[seasoflight]

"Aheh... you're right. I am really not suited to the cold, but since I'm here, I've gotten more warm clothes to help me be able to better go out and about without freezing my tail off," Felih purrs in amusement, happily leaning into the king's touch and curiously eyeing the fashionable clothing the man is wearing.

"This color looks lovely on you," he comments after a moment, fingers trailing over the buttons of the coat, before he looks up to meet his gaze. "Then again, it helps that you have such a handsome face and physique."

He sticks close for both warmth and familiar affection, ears perking up in that knit hat of his as he sees the new contestants enter the arena. "As for the tournament, it's been a while since I've gotten to be a spectator for such a competition. It's refreshing- and so very fun to watch. Skilled and fit combatants going at it, showing off wit and strength... it's such a treat."

III. Magic Melee

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera knows better that to assume any of his opponents in this tournament weaker than him, and for the longest while, he's been using his light magic for purely defensive reasons, limiting space and throwing barriers about. The creature that appears to aid this old man gets a short huff of breath from the boy. He's trying not to be too intrigued, as his own familiar is apparently nowhere to be seen.

He seems completely unarmed and motions for Regis to attack him with a curl of his hands.] Ready when you are, old man.

[The sand shifts beneath his feet and he appears confident as well, though clearly he's got a trick up his sleeve. Gokudera has no idea what this guy is capable of, but he's interested in pushing his own magical abilities to the limit.]

Mickey Mouse | MDG: The 3 Musketeers| Open

[souris_keteer]

Body Paint

[ It took a while for Mickey to convey the Fleur-de-lis symbol to the confused painter, but eventually Mickey had a small one on his cheek, a temporary one for fun.

Almost at once, it begins moving around - mostly back and forth between his giant ears... Not that Mickey can tell right away.]

Huh, I don't feel it on my cheek anymore... where did it go?

Glowing Glitter

[ As a nearby balloon pops, Mickey pauses, lifting his head, and giving a few whiffs. ]

... Are they selling those really fancy cheeses here?! I've always wanted to try that stuff! Aw, boy, now I'm getting really hungry!

Tournament - A

[ Mickey has joined in, specifically the Close-Quarters Melee (No Magic) set. He's using his blade, and fights surprisingly well for his size!

If you choose this prompt, please state if you'd like to play out the fight or handwave the fight to where Mickey loses. It's up to your preference, I'm fine either way! ]

Tournament - B

Wow, look at them go!

[ With Mickey out of the match, he's decided to watch other fights, cheering enthusiastically. He is learning a thing or two, especially when it comes to magic, but the overall excitement is taking priority. ]

I've never seen any fight like this before! I can't tell who's gunna win!

Wildcard
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Princess Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender | OTA

[patchricide]

1. The Glitter Balloons

[Allura is sparkling like the lead girl in a magical girl shoujo anime.]

[It looks like she's already been at the epicenter of one of the balloons popping. Maybe multiple balloons, actually — either that or she's gone through the trouble of spreading the glitter around with her hands for better coverage. Point is, she's dazzling — and she looks delighted by it. Her eyes are sparkling almost as much as her skin.]

[Also, she smells amazing. From her perspective, it's the smell of juniberries, like an elegant perfume.]

[However, Allura does seem to be looking around for something. She's squeezed her way through more than one crowd — leaving a trail of glitter on other people in the process — but none of them seem to be concealing her target:]

Where did those clowns get to? They cannot have run out of balloons already...!


2. Shops and Tea

[It looks like she's window-shopping now. Given that she still has a healthy coat of glitter on, it's reasonable to assume that they're not letting her in because she would shed glitter on the merchandise.]

[However, the reality is...]

Why does it all cost so much...?

[Maybe because she's not familiar with things like getting a job and buying things for herself. Welcome to the real world, princess. With a melodramatic sigh, she pulls herself away from window shopping — and, as you can see after she unblocks the view, from some truly tacky merchandise, like rhinestone shutter shades and an oversized novelty hat — and starts to head towards the tea garden.]

Perhaps I can enjoy some of the refreshments instead. A drink shouldn't be all that expensive!

[And if it is... maybe someone will be nice enough to buy her one?]


3. The Melee Tournament

[It worries her a little. True, her abilities in combat were never fully grounded in her alien strength — but having that muscle did give her an extra edge when skill alone failed. Would she do all right, now that she's only about as strong as a human?]

[Well, she's going to have to lean hard into her speed and agility. So, unsurprisingly, she steps out in a far sleeker outfit, a space-age garment that's far more mobile than clanky metal armor. And she's opted for a bo staff instead of her preferred bayard form — while she's still proficient with a whip, she won't be able to use it quite the same way, seeing as she wouldn't be able to throw a full-grown man with it anymore. Best to stick with the speed and technique of the staff.]

[She's a little quiet as she enters the arena, her eyes flicking around in calculated focus. After all, she has to size up the competition — and start preparing, since she's in a lower weight class than many of the other fighters.]


4. Before the Cognitive Tournament

Please, I need someone who will let me command them! Just for a tick!

[She's practically shouting it at nearby people. It's more begging than solicitation.]

[As soon as she heard there was a tournament, she had planned to participate for the sake of the competition. However, a need for income drew her eye towards the prizes... and ooh! Ooh! That recipe sounds amazing!]

[But she's still learning to use her magic. Clearly, if she wants to stand a fighting chance, she should be hypnotizing a willing participant rather than one who might fight the effects. On top of that, she should be looking for a decent physical specimen, ideally.]

[Unfortunately, she doesn't know many people to ask. Not yet, at least. Hence her current approach of casting a wide net.]

Would you be willing to help? It's for a competition — if you're busy, perhaps I can just run you through a few exercises, for practice?


5. The Cognitive Tournament

[It's a little different than her usual empathic abilities. But many of the same principles apply: It's easier to guide someone to do it themselves than to force every step of action. Think about the other person's perspective, and share in it. And above all, focus.]

[Well, she's focused all right! In fact, she's really getting into this — her arms outstretched, fingers splayed, eyes locked on the course. It's a posture less like her usual channeling and more like how she looks when she's piloting the castle-ship. Given the context, it probably looks a bit like a puppeteer with invisible strings.]

All right...! We're making good time!

[It's said with spirit and confidence. And maybe it's warranted, since she seems to be quick at picking this up.]


And of course, Wildcard

[Want to do something else with Allura? Go for it, I'm down for pretty much anything! If you'd like to clear something with me first, don't hesitate to send me a PM or contact Jaydeis!]

Maribelle | Fire Emblem Awakening | Open

[troubadamsel]

Royal Tea Garden

[ Maribelle is thrilled - finally, something civilized! She gladly takes a spot, sighing happily after a good sip. ]

Gods above, I feel it's been ages since I've lasted had a decent cup of tea... Given how barbarian this place can be, I was starting to think a decent tea set was a thing of fantasy. Making me re-learn my magic, my tomes are essentially useless, my gallant war stallion has been reduced to a mere imp of a horse...

[ She's yet to realize her venting could be heard through the grapevine... although you're free to simply up and sit with her. You rude commoners. ]

Tournament

[ More interested in the money for merely entering than actually winning, Maribelle has joined the Physical Healing match. ]

What is this, a canker sore?! Get out of the way! I will not use my magic to heal anything less than major importance! Honestly... Who do these people think I am?

[ Feel free to be either a patient she's healing, or another member of the match. Either way, you do get to hear her whining. ]

Wildcard
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[lucere]

Regis couldn't help but be somewhat flustered at the compliment. It's not often he hears such praise from others, especially since he's quite cynical about his appearance. The toil that the Crystal took on his body is devastating but he's slowly healing at last. Even so, Regis is quite sensitive about the topic. However, Felih's compliment is a welcome change.

"Why thank you." He answers somewhat stiffly once the miqo'te starts touching the lapels of his coat. Truth be told, Regis is unused to such affections, especially since he typically kept others at arms-length except for a select few. Nevertheless, Regis is polite enough not to mention it since it's a bit chilly out.

"That it is but I'm surprised not to see you're competing," Regis replies once the next two challengers are called forth. The first name he doesn't recognize at all but the other name catches his attention almost immediately.

"The Immortal?" He questions with his brows furrowed in worry. "Wait, is Cor competing as well?" Oh, dear. This is not...what he expected.

4

[sinnohcoordinated]

[Poor Allura. She sounds so desperate and confused. Well, certainly the former. Though Dawn has her own contests, she can’t just turn down someone’s request for help!]

I can help! What do you need? I got plenty of time!

[seasoflight]

Felih's easily distracted enough, and he perks up. "Oh, I'm competing later. I'm in the archery and healing matches," he chirps, quite eager. "It's been a while since I've actually gotten to do any real healing, so it'll be a relief to get some practice in. I don't want to get rusty..."

His ears and head turn towards the arena when Regis' attention is drawn to the new combatants, however, and he hums. "Oh! Cor's fighting! I'm not surprised, he seems the sort who wants to keep himself honed too," he says, before looking up at the king in mild concern.

"Are you alright, darling? You seem uneasy."

[lucere]

['Old man?' Regis can't help but frown somewhat.

It seems that most of his opponents like to reference his age the first chance they get. It's a little frustrating, to say the least, but Regis simply smiles as he summons forth his magic. As he begins to cast, Tonitrus lets out a screech and takes to the air. The creature knows better than to be within Regis's crosshairs right now.]

May the victor win the spoils.

[In a flash of light, several large chunks of ice are hurdled towards the youth in dazzling array. The icicles are as large as daggers and twice as sharp. Regis keeps summoning them all around them in hopes of trapping the teen within a makeshift icy prison. Tonitrus in turn mimics the same action by summoning another volley of icicles towards the youth in hopes of skewering him before he could retaliate. Let's just say the pesky serpent doesn't intend to fight fair.]