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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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🦋 [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

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Edited 2021-01-21 11:59 (UTC)

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!]

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
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🌺 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.]

Edited 2021-01-21 17:53 (UTC)

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.]

❦ 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

(Please feel free to create your own prompts. If you want to plot out something specific, don't hesitate to PM me or contact me via devillady)

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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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

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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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☕️ Tea Time through the Grapevine (Literally)
(When he hears about that tea is being served at the gardens, Harry decides to take this as a great opportunity in sampling some of the winter tea available. Being British and working as a café barista means he has to try out the tea selection Avalon has to offer, so he gets a nice warm spearmint tea. While walking around and carrying the cup of spearmint tea on his left, he finds a nice table for him and Rose to relax and enjoy some tea time before the tournaments start.)

Alright, Rose. I think I found a table for us to sit at. We can relax here while we are waiting for the tournament to begin soon.

(Rose squeaks happily as she leaps onto the table and sits down on the table, then he sits down and begins to enjoy his cup of spearmint tea. The pink Pygmy Puff looks at the people in the garden, wondering if there is someone she can befriend with. Harry is also taking the time to reflect about his world’s fate, being frozen in time, and wonder about his friends and a certain ginger lady back home when he accidentally slips up something that the grapevine is able to pick up on.)

Gee, I wonder if I still have any strong romantic feelings for Ginny right now. I mean, I still miss her, Rose, but I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it why since I got here. She is my ex after all, and I do wish that we could still try to make it work soon. Agh, this is too hard to get this over with!

⚔️ Tournament
Animated Battles
(Harry is feeling super nervous as he steps into the animated battles for alchemists and kinetic mages. He hasn’t done something like this before, but he thought that it could be a great opportunity to use his magic and see what happens. Even if he loses this tournament, he hopes that this would be a good experience for him.

There is a huge assortment of stuff to go through to make a fighter, but he has no clue where to start. So he turns to the alchemist he’s teamed up with, asking them a really important question while Rose is napping inside his jacket pocket.)

Alright, we need to start making a fighter out of these materials we’ve been given with. Now the question is: how are we going to make it?

Magical Melee
(For some reason, Harry ends up taking on the Magic Melee fight with the understanding that he might not win this at all. He’s pretty certain that there are people more experienced with magic than he is who can easily beat him. Regardless, he will try his best to put up a good fight as he gets ready to face other people who is going to participate in this tournament.)

🥪 Lunch Time
(Finally, lunch break is here and he can finally catch his breath before checking out the other tournaments. Harry looks at the hot dog eating contest stand and, honestly, he takes a good look at it before deciding to pass it. There is no way he can win a competitive hot dog eating contest: besides, he knows that he will be outmatched by more people with much larger appetites. After all, it’s important right now to get lunch and find a place to sit at than bothering to eat that many hot dogs.

He gets a turkey, apple, and brie sandwich with sweet potato chips (as in French fries in British English) and a vanilla milkshake and is currently eating on his own with Rose munching on some leafy greens and berries on the picnic table they are sitting at.)

🎲 Wildcard
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Edited 2021-01-21 23:05 (UTC)

I. Close Quarter Melee

Zelgadis' reasons for entering this competition have less to do with wanting to win and more to do with simply being curious about the skills of the other people that are stuck here. He's not interested in showboating for the audience, much less even acknowledging them at all. All of his focus is on sizing up his opponent, which maybe isn't the most exciting thing ever, but then he's not a super exciting person.

"Don't hold back, I'm not planning on going easy on you."

Depending on who his opponent ends up being this may or may not be bullshit, but we'll see.

II. I Need Healing are Overwatch jokes funny anymore idek

Once upon a time Zelgadis had skin as hard as rock that could deflect swords and even bullets, so he'd gotten into the habit of just using himself as a meatshield. This is a terrible habit to get into for obvious reasons, as instinctively blocking a swinging sword with his fucking arm has resulted in a terrible gash on his left forearm. It's far from the worst injury he's ever had, but it's easily one of the stupidest.

It's weird to Zel that they've made healing into a contest, but he can't exactly complain. There are plenty of healers available, after all, and he tries to flag down the first person he sees that isn't already with a patient.

"Excuse me, do you have a moment?" He sounds far calmer than somebody with such a bad injury probably should, but eh. It's fine.

III. Wildcard

[RLY i am up for anything, find him in the tea garden or watching the tournament WHATEV the sky's the limit.]

GLITTER PRANKS

[ so. shiro remembers why he’s never particularly liked clowns. oblivious, he doesn’t notice any of the popping balloons. he doesn’t seem to be in the same vicinity of the pranks and that’s fine. good. until it isn’t. because suddenly, a clown crosses his path and stops. that alone should set off the warning bells.

bemused, shiro manages a smile nonetheless. one that drops for a softly formed oh as the clown hands over the balloon. thank you comes soon after and then--

one, two, three--pop.

now, shiro is standing at one of the pop-up shop carts, staring at his mirrored reflection as he ruffles his hair. sparkle, sparkle, sparkle--hell, is there no end?

he abandons his efforts soon enough though. the shopkeeper isn’t shy about giving him a glare for getting glitter over the fares. not that he’s the only culprit to be shooed away. looks like someone else had the same kind of run in as shiro did.

glancing to his unintended glitter offender, shiro smiles around his heaved sigh. ]

Got you too, huh.

[ there really is something to the old saying: stranger danger. probably should have listened to his gut. ]

Clowns. Never trust them.

TEA N' GOSSIP

[ a ]

[ he’s sitting by himself. actually, no, okay-- rude. only one chair is occupied at his table, true, but the lion cub spirit is curled by his feet.

white. her name is white. ( unoriginal, maybe, but he’s sticking with tradition on this one ).

a sip of tea and he looks around, taking in the decorations, flowers, and overall, splendor. it’s almost nice. it is nice, just… even here, he still finds it difficult to fully relax. ]

[ a.1 ]

[ maybe that’s why he hears it. hyperaware, unable to stop scanning, to stop waiting for something to happen. the point is, he doesn’t mean to eavesdrop and yet, he clues in on the conversation at the next table over.

… which is actually further than he thought it would be, when he turns to look. huh. it sounded closer? ]

Uh. [ in the midst of chatter, there’s the tell-tale missing his arm and a wonder how he lost it. ] Are you talking about me? [ obviously. ]

HOT DOG EATING CONTEST

[ he’s still getting used to eating solid food again ( any food, actually ). he’s hungry-- he thinks? it’s difficult to tell. he’d barely been given time to acclimate having a physical body before finding himself in this place, so he’s still… dealing.

very little since his death. food goo for months before that. … he can’t even remember what the galra fed him. and freeze-dried packaged meals on the ship to kerberos. damn, what he wouldn’t give for a bowl of mac n’ cheese right now.

… this is definitely not that. hot dogs aren’t exactly the best welcome back meal but… beggars can’t be choosers. he huffs soft and brief, glancing to the person beside him. musters a friendly smile. ]

So, how many are you hoping for? [ he looks to the row of stacked hotdogs in front of them. ] I’m thinking at least twenty.

[ is that low? too high? he’s never been in a hotdog eating contest before. or any eating contest before, really. ]

CLOSE-QUARTERS MELEE

[ this is a bad idea. a sand lot isn’t quite the same as, say, a tiered, alien coliseum built high for deadly entertainment but here, the crowd’s cheers are similar enough that the jitteriness about him isn’t due solely to adrenaline. not the same. not to the death.

still, recently back from the dead himself, he probably should have sat this one out. especially when he’s missing the arm. his right arm. y’know, his dominant hand.

he gives the sword in his left a single twirl. a bit sloppy, but he doesn’t drop it, so that’s encouraging. ah, well. he’s here for the practice, despite how ( potentially ) humiliating it might be. he’s been sitting idle for far too long. the only way he’s going to get back into fighter shape is through trial an’ error.

determined, he offers a friendly smile to his opponent standing opposite of him some feet away. ]

Now don't go thinking you've already won. [ ~~he may be a cripple but~~. smile widens, showing teeth. ] I'm tougher than I look. C'mon, show me your best.

WILDCARD

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Prep and Pep

A ⦿ Making a Scene

[In between the stalls and the tea garden there's a bit of a drama playing out as a man yells at a bird person. The crow tengu, standing a head taller than Hijikata, is clad in black robes with a thin white pompom sash and holding a pewter staff, and he looks rather unimpressed at his bond partner's emotional outburst.]

Where the hell were you?! Everyone had their familiar with them at the training grounds and on the mirror mission! You just left me at the beach! You ditched me!!

[If he's kind of sounding like an upset child whose father didn't come to the school play he doesn't seem to be aware of it. The crow tengu's voice is low and calm as he responds.]

I had important business to attend to. Hijikata, I chose you because you are a capable man. I'm certain you can hold your own, even in a foreign world.

[He spreads his black wings - they have an imposing span -, clearly no longer willing to deal with this and ready to take off, so Hijikata quickly changes his tune.]

Wait! If you're going to leave, then at least give me some money! I need to buy cigarettes!

[The familiar gives his partner a damning glare and, with a strong wingbeat, takes flight. The samurai reaches out for him but misses, then looks after him as his arms fall slack at his sides. Damn, he really got ditched again, didn't he? He wearily wanders over to the nearest bench, lies down on it like a homeless person and dramatically puts an arm over his eyes.]

Nicotine...

[Not only is he going into withdrawal in public, he's also taking up a lot of sitting space. People want to eat their snacks here, probably.]

B ⦿ Enchanted Body Paintings

[Hijikata doesn't want to get a tattoo. Back home he wouldn't be allowed in the onsen anymore, and that's just not worth it. As for a temporary one, that's for kids, right? So he doesn't pay much attention to the body painting offerings... until he ends up next to someone who got one. Excuse him as he does a double take as he sees it moving around.]

Ah, your tattoo..!

[He says that as if the other person doesn't know already. He's even pointing.]

C ⦿ Glow-in-the-Dark Glitter

[After a minor incident in which Hijikata falsely accused a clown of being part of a drug dealer ring he notices that the suspicious glitter actually smells... really, really good. As a matter of fact it smells just like his favourite mayonnaise brand from home. So don't mind him as he stealthily picks up a small bit from a stall table and eats it.]

Bah.

[Nobody saw this, right?]

Tourney Trials

A ⦿ Close-Quarters Melee

[This is a melee alright. Hijikata was lent a simple linen outfit for the tournament to spare his uniform - his only set of clothes, not counting the winter cape he was given on arrival - from destruction, but he already regrets not asking to rent an armour on credit instead. Sure, the Shinsengumi usually don't wear any protective gear, but some of the other participants are swinging some damn intimidating weapons. He feels really hesitant to strike at anyone... these people aren't criminals. What if he seriously injures or even kills someone? He really should have looked further than the prize money before entering himself into this fray.]

Oh, Muramasha, we're really in it now.

[Yeah, he's talking to his sword.]

B ⦿ Physical Healing

[Hijikata, like many others, left the melee on a stretcher and was put down alongside a number of other wounded people for the healers' contest. To his credit, he's trying not to whine and just focuses on his breathing, looking up at the pale winter sky. His wounds aren't that serious, but damn if they don't burn and sting. When he notices someone approach him he glances over with a mix of hopefulness and anxiousness.]

Have you done this before? I mean... actually, never mind. What could go wrong?

[His nervous, forced smile shows that he can actually imagine a lot going wrong. What if this healer uses a wrong spell and makes flowers grow from his cuts or something? But no, that'd have to be a floral summoner or something - a different type of magic in any case. It'll all be alright. Surely.]

C ⦿ Single Element Knock-Out

[This would be a fun game in summer, but in winter it decidedly isn't. Even if the pool is heated (he hasn't found out yet), drying in this cold air will be an influenza waiting to happen. So there's only one way: he better win this! He calls over to his opponent.]

Are you ready?

[He doesn't think anyone is ever ready to be burninated, but at least there's water all around, and the healers proved themselves pretty capable, so he doesn't have to feel too bad this time. Or so he tells himself.]

a. paint

[ Kaiba's never really considered a tattoo before. It certainly wasn't appropriate in his line of work, but even he can't deny that they look stunning. And if they're temporary, if the fairies can be trusted, there wouldn't be any harm in it, right?

He's lightly pacing back and forth near the end of the line, watching as people leave with bright marks fluttering on their skin. It's tempting... ]

b. tea garden

[ Mind made up, he's signed up for a chance at glory. But that's not for a little while yet. For now he settles into the garden, taking a tentative sip of tea. It's not bad.

It's...quite good, actually. Here's where you'll see him finally relax, though he has to occasionally shift his cup to keep a certain blue dragon from trying to run away with it. Even as he tries to snatch it back, he laughs. ]

Brat.

c. sizing up

[ As much as he'd love a big payday, he knows better than to gamble on the tournament with such limited information (and with magic being a huge confounding factor). Instead, he's training to compete himself. But that doesn't stop him from watching the other rounds to size up the competition. ]

...hm. Almost anything goes when you have magical healers on hand. No sense of foreboding here.

[ Seems a bit short-sighted to him, but he lifts a brow as another fireball whizzes past. ]

d. wildcard

((ooc: feel free to create your own prompt or use another! he's training for the alchemist/kinetic round with Morgan and will definitely be salty about any glitter attacks. He's salty about most things. ))

One - Tournament Healing

Sherry had entered the healing tournament mostly on accident. She wanted to practice her healing, and the sign said they needed healers! To be honest, she probably wouldn't even realize there was a contest aspect to it until it was over. (So clearly she wasn't going to win).

But anyone coming from one of the combat tournaments, or just needing an injury looked after, would find the kid sitting cross-legged on a bench in the healing area, tapping absently on her phone as she waited for her next 'patient.' When someone walked close enough by she'd look up and offer them a friendly, if slightly reserved, smile.

"Hi. I can help if you're hurt."

Two - Lunch!

Sherry stood off to the side of where the hot dog eating contest was, her hands clasped behind her back as she watched them setting everything up. She'd always liked hot dogs, although they didn't have them much at home, and there was something very appealing about eating as many of them as her small body could handle.

Even if it was a terrible, terrible idea.

"Think I should enter?" She asked whomever was standing nearby with a somewhat sheepish smile.

Three - Magic Gossipvine

Sherry had gotten herself some tea and a snack and was all settled down at one of the tables to enjoy it when she thought she heard someone talking. A quick scan of the area revealed no one was really close enough for her to be hearing them, but she definitely was. Even if it was a bit muffled. Not like it was far away, just that was...quiet? What even.

She kept looking around, going so far as to lean over and peer under her table, only to come up empty. What the heck? She was about to assume it was all in her head when...there! More barely audible talking!

Out of other options, her gaze settled on the vine at her table, and after a few uncertain seconds, and clearly looking a bit embarrassed, she leaned close to the vine.

"...Hello?"

Four - Enchanted Body Paint

Shery had come back to the fairies doing the body paint several times through the day, but always getting distracted or suddenly second-guessing her idea and wandering off. But this time she knew exactly what she wanted! But couldn't figure out precisely how to describe it. So instead she was looking through the crowd for anyone that might help her with her next plan. Draw it!

"Excuse me, do you have a piece of paper I could borrow?"

Wildcard

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A. Enchanted body painting

Gokudera wants a black skull with smoke coming off of it, and has even drawn some ideas up for the artist that's going to paint one permanently on him. He'd shared some ideas, but mostly it's got to be palm-sized and he waits patiently while it's put on the side of his neck. From afar, it looks like he has a black skull that's been smudged painted on his skin, but it's supposed to look like it has smoke coming off of it. It's not poorly done, but he's holding up a mirror and inspecting it. Its little skull jaw moves up and down like it's talking, and there is a speech that appears by it and is mostly hidden by his hair. Gokudera doesn't notice, and carries on with the rest of this even sporting a little chatty skull tattoo that says some rather embarrassing things every so often. "Girls scare me" and "I hit myself in my sleep" are its regular comments. Sometimes, only the words are visible.

B. Tea Garden

Gokudera's not looking to do anything other than gather himself before entering the tournament. He isn't even thinking he'll win. It's not like his place in the Vongola family is on the line. He's been working very hard on his Light magic, but at this time, he's relaxing.

He's sitting at a table with two chairs, not opposed but also not welcoming company. There looks to be a clear crystal ball rolling around his tea cup, circling slowly, and he sips it, occasionally pulling it off and setting it on the table where it can roll around with much more freedom.

C. Tournament- Magic Melee

Gokudera is happy to test his magic ability without it being a life-or-death situation. Having opponents to meet in combat that he knows nothing about is a test of his flexibility when it comes to applying his magic, especially since he's only ever really trained with elemental magic users. Not to say he would be opposed to that, but he feels he knows a little more about that type of magic than any other. He steps out into the sandy arena completely unarmed and seemingly alone, then motions for his opponent to make the first move. If they don't they'll find him standing there unmoving until they approach and get close enough to spot that he's created an illusion of himself, a mirage made of light that vanishes when within an arm's reach.

To anyone watching the fight, there's a lot of deception to the eye, as if Gokudera is cloning himself repeatedly, popping up when he's just choosing moments to become visible and attack physically.

Wildcard

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Edited 2021-01-22 05:00 (UTC)

1. Tournaments

[ There's a small robot that looks like a child's toy that Elfnein is working on. Taking some raw materials and then using alchemy to make the new part. It's still hard to get the hang of since it's different from how alchemy works back home, but the rough pieces still manage to fit together. Now it was just down to getting the little robot to move. ]

2. Glitter
[ The balloon that Elfnein had gotten was still intact somehow, she was holding it with both hands and making sure that there was no way to trip or lose grip. ]

I wonder what you even do with this...

A: Pre Tournament

[ The pre-tournament pomp and circumstance includes glitter, clowns, body markings, parades, dancing, and revelry. The fanfare is not completely lost to him, for across the ages he's witnessed several similar tourneys and their orbiting festivities. He tours, but he does not mingle. But unfortunately for him...

Catch him having glitter thrown at him or one of the tattoo artists attempting to convince him that he should have a giant flower painted upon his cheek to help balance the severe, grim slate of his expression. ]

B: Tournament

[ Draped in a tunic, toga, and dark chlamys, Somnus is a man that appears to have stepped out of history, even without a laurel decorating his head. It is like this, oblivious to the current fashion (or perhaps, ignoring it entirely and being comfortable in his own-- for far too long has he been formless), that he's stalked throughout the grounds, and it is like this that he heads towards the main event. While he will not be participating in the tournament himself, he is attending the show.

His countenance never shifts from being stony and grave, but he does appear more attentive whenever one of his own world appears to participate. ]

C: Garden

[ Afterwards, find him wandering through the hedges of the tea garden, pausing now and then as a flower catches his attention. His familiar is with him, a lithe obsidian dragon. ]

D: Wildcard

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A) Around the Booths

[Dawn's curious nature is making the girl look over everything that's being offered... and blanching at how expensive so much of it is. Just like everything back home - neat odd trinkets, way too expensive prices.]

More things change, more things stay the same, huh? Sheesh, I don't even have the money for most of this...

B) Glitter-bombed

[POP!] AAAAHHH! Pfffft!

[Dawn didn't expect the balloon she got to be filled with glitter or to explode to easily. Oh, sure, it smelled like poffins, but she was covered head to toe in the stuff, so it was just a little annoying.]

Okay, coulda been a little worse, but... bleh, got it in my mouth!

C) Tournaments

[No matter if its the Elemental Knock-Out or the Magical Melee, poor Dawn is WAY out of her element [no pun intended] here. She should be commanding Piplup out here, not trying to get into the middle of things! That's Ash's shtick! Either way, she's still going to give it a go!]

U-Um... g-good luck? I know I'm probably going to regret this...

D) Wildcard

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1. Tourney catch-all, custom prompts

(Emet-Selch will be participating in Close combat (non-magic), long-range shooting, all magic melee, and alchemy/kinetic. The last one is a team-up with Walter Dornez of Hellsing canon. Please feel free to send me a DM or private plurk to ch1ps0h0y if you wish to hash out who wins/loses, or simply toss up a starter stating which event you're tagging him for. I can also write a custom one upon request.)

(Note: He is a SWORD user for the non-magic melee and CROSSBOW for long-range.)

2. Indelible ink

"You mean to say it's permanent?"

This irate question from an imperious-looking young man, his forearm bared to the elbow. One could be forgiven for thinking him any other citizen of Avalon in his modern outfit, but the gwiber sniffing at his ankles says otherwise.

"You never said it would be permanent!" he continues, seething. If one were to approach and glance at his arm, one would see an image of a graceful firebird moving on his skin. A small work of art that no-one would be displeased with in other circumstances.

3. Watching the fight

The light and dark magic competition holds his interest more than the others. More than his own. He's almost captivated by the display, reminded of that which sent him here in the first place.

Seeing one of the bouts end in a victorious burst of light however, he flinches away and backs into someone passing by behind him. Clutching his head, he doubles over breathing shallowly. He doesn't offer an apology.

4. Wildcard

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0) An Announcement...

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

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

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

Oh- I apologise.

1) Royal Tea Garden

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

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

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

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

2) Tournaments (Dark & Light / Magical Melee)

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

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

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

...I'm looking forward to this.

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

3) Wildcard!

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

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

Edited 2021-01-23 16:25 (UTC)

1) Enchanted Body Paintings (tw injury description)

Oh wow, these are...

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

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

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

[Someone help a fake Fashionista out?]

2) Magical Glitter!

Ah-!

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

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

[...That actually smelt really nice.]

3) Tournament (Long-Range Firing Competition)

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

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

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

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

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

4) Wildcard!

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

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

( A: Poorly drawn cat )

[ It seems that these body paintings are quite popular. The lines to the fae offering to make tattoos are long, but Akira accidentally manages to find a fae artist who can't really complain about having too much work. ]

How about a cat? I'm leaving it up to you.

[ After about fifteen minutes Akira ends up with a tattoo of a cat. Even if it might not be considered a masterpiece, it brings a smile to his face. After a few moments, the cat is gone from the back of his hand and appears on Akira's left cheek. ]

It's still here, right?

[ It looks like the cat tattoo decided to take a nap there, actually. ]

( B: Close-Quarters Melee )

[ Equipped with a knife, Akira walks onto the arena after the announcer summons him. He doesn't look particularly strong and yet here he is, his fingers wrapped tight around the handle of his knife while speaking up to his opponent. ]

Loser cooks for the winner for a week.

[ An additional incentive might be nice. Definitely not as flashy as the prizes promised by the King, but still. ]

( C: Lunchtime )

[ Akira hangs out in the food stands area when he notices a distressed man who apparently needs to hurry home immediately—at the same time there's no way he could leave his business unattended. Somewhat nonchalantly, Akira offers to help the man while he's away since making pretzels shouldn't be too hard.

And actually, it's not that bad, except he never expected that so many people would come to grab one. Trying to incorporate magic to make things faster turns out to be a bad idea, especially when one of the pretzels ends up flying right into a customer's face. ]

Hey, can you help me out here?

[ Whether it's a familiar face or not, Akira's a bit desperate. ]

( D: Single Element Knock-Out )

[ Ironically, fire element is the one Akira feels most comfortable with now despite all the mishaps from a couple of months ago. Setting something on fire by accident used to be rather frequent, but after some practice, Akira's gained control over it. ]

If you're using fire...I guess it's going to be fighting fire with fire, then.

( E: Wildcard )

[ Hmu if you'd like to do something else, we can plot or yolo all the way. I can write custom closed starters too! Here's Akira's plotting comment, but feel free to either PM this journal or drop me a line on plurk at koohii! ]

( A ) Prep & Pep

( 1 ) Body Paint
[ Rise had left the exact specifics to the dealer, but of course she had wanted something cute, pop, and stylish! It couldn't be too big, either. After some deliberation, the fae had settled on something simple, yet cute - a cotton-candy colored rain cloud raining tiny, colorful hearts. A small rainbow hovers above it.

The tattoo starts on her shoulder and travels across her collarbone, to her arm, and finally to her back as she showers the fae with thanks and praise. Finally, she goes to admire their work again... Only to find it gone! ]

Huh? Where'd it go...?

[ Then back again, as it travels back to where it began, raining colorful little hearts and wearing a cheerful smile as it loops its way down her arm! ]

Oh! There it is. You mean it moves, too? Wow, that's amazing!

( 2 ) Glitter Balloons
[ Balloons are, perhaps, a little too childish for her to properly appreciate. Still, the clowns were as enthusiastic as they were insistent, and she'd accepted one with a smile out of politeness.

That said, she wasn't expecting it to explode on her! There's a sharp shriek as the balloon bursts, leaving her covered in glitter and the scent of a sweet gourmand perfume - juicy notes of white pear and wild raspberry that fade to give way to coconut, pink rose, with hints of musk and macaroon sugar. It's the sweet, somewhat musky scent of her preferred perfume. ]

Hey! What the heck was that for!? You scared me half to death!

[ Meanwhile, the giggling clown has already started it's retreat. Rise steps forwards, fists curled at her side. She shouts loudly after it, but ultimately doesn't give chase: ]

Hey! Get back here!! You're going to hurt somebody! Ughhh....

( 3 ) Tea Garden
[ Ah, she'd come at a busy time... Unfortunately for Rise, there's no open tables. Fortunately for Rise, she's a social butterfly who has no problem approaching people!

So if she sees you sitting alone, she'll stop by your table and ask: ]

Excuse me. Hi, do you mind if I sit here?

( B ) Tournament

( 1 ) Animal & Hypnotic Obstacle Course
[ Rise is the competitive type, so she absolutely intends to win. In fact, she's pretty well determined to crush whoever her opponent is! But fortunately, she's also tactful enough to not start out with that. It's all in good fun in the end, and she doesn't actually want to make anyone feel bad.

So instead she'll beam at her opponent. ]

Let's both do our best, okay?

( 2 ) During/Post-Matches (Any)
[ If Rise knows you, even if it's only in passing, she can be caught cheering you on during your match(es)!! She's a very enthusiastic cheerleader.

Afterwards, though, win or lose, she'll be approaching people. It might be because she knows you, or because you were competing against her, or just because you seem really excited or really down about the results! Regardless of reason, her response will be the same! ]

Hey! Good job out there! You did really great.

( 3 ) Lunch
[ Rise can be found perusing the vendor stands, trying little bits of this and that. That said, once the hot dog eating contest is announced and explained to her... ]

Uh, I think I'll pass...

[ She's polite enough about it, but there's no hiding the baffled look on her face. Seriously, who's going to join something like that!? ]

C. Wildcard

[ Want something not listed here? Feel free to find her wandering around town or at the tournament, at the vendor stands, etc! You always can PM me or hit me up at pfle if you'd like a private starter too! ]

Edited 2021-01-24 19:54 (UTC)

[[ooc: cruises in late to the party with hot cocoa]]

Aziraphale/Mr. Fell is here for the tourney, though he has no interest in participating in any of the trials himself. But when there's food and quirky entertainment and humans having fun, then you bet he'll have to go take a look. And maybe bring a friend along.

🐍 He hasn't committed to any permanent body paintings, but on a whim he indulged in a pretty black and red snake painted-tattoo to twine around his forearm and a downy white feather that seems to float around his skin as if blown on the wind. If you weren't there for the actual act of painting, he's more than happy to show off how it twirls around his arm and runs up his shoulder to sit pretty around his neck like a necklace. Otherwise he lets the snake wander his skin as it pleases while he meanders around the tourney.

"Rather charming, isn't he," he coos about the snake, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

✨ From the clowns, he selects the sparkliest balloon he can find and when it pops (to his annoyance and minor distress, this is NEVER coming out--he has no idea it will dissolve with time) it sheds glitter that smells of old paper, ink, and dust...and a little bit of something 'evil.'

"Glitter is surely one of his," he grumbles miserably, looking like a drenched cat soaked in perfectly dry glitter and holding the wilted remains of an equally sparkly balloon.

💰 He stands on the sidelines, merrily watching the parades and dances while snacking on something. Despite being very vocal about his protest of the betting app, if only at a certain red-head--he's unintentionally channeling Claude Raine's shock to find gambling in this establishment. It's just a ...little wager, that's all.

What's the harm?

☕ Not that he has any secrets to keep hidden, but you might catch him pondering what tea to try, or chatting with his beau (or about his beau--Crowley is, after all, one of his favorite topics and if you get him started he may never stop), or trying to coax a friend to have tea with him.

👑 As far as Arthur's speech, well. The angel has eyes; he will use them. It's not his fault King Arthur is a handsome man. He's just looking, alright?

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