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How would having partners and teaming up be showing individual strength then? The idea you're suggesting is to completely scramble guilds.

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A competition like that would outright bully weaker characters, effectively keeping them out of it. It's more inclusive to be guild v guild.

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Well Revan's going to get an interesting reaction from Hana.

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@RennyI say nay to a free for all, as it'd just be a cluster fuck of epic proportions, plus it'd be unfair to the lower end characters like Xavier, Reina, and Caroline, to name a few. I doubt any of them would stand much of a chance against some like Sage or Hana. So yeah, no free for all please.

@Raijinslayer

I second this. Piper would get blown back. Odds are she's one of the weaker fighters in the games anyways, but I at least want her to stand a chance. lel

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Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai

So it was training. Hana stood by idly as Jeanne picked up the unconscious Sage and explained that she was in charge of watching him, due to his rampage several weeks ago. "Oh, I get it," Hana eventually mused, repeating Jeanne's words in her head so she wouldn't mix it up later. It would be embarrassing to accidentally say that Jeanne was on house arrest. The Archangel, however, noted that she detected Revan fighting someone not too far away. Hana began rotating her head, looking around the sky as if she could see magical presence. "Really? You must be more sensitive than I am, I can't feel a thing right now," she said casually, still trying to identify the direction Revan would be in.

The S-class wizard of Harpy's Wing had helped greatly in Augustine. Hana hadn't seen him since then. She was never particularly friends with Revan, but she had met him several times in the past and he seemed like a good person. If someone asked her, she'd consider him a friend. But Hana's standard for friendship is naively low. "He's kinda far from home then," Hana wondered aloud. "Maybe he got lost and got into trouble. We should do him a... favor, right. We should see if he needs help." Hana almost completely disregarded Jeanne's mention of possible death. It was likely she just didn't pick up on that part when Jeanne was explaining. "Which way is he? Oh, and Jeanne: I'm going to need your help with something when we get back to the guild. I can't ever remember where the... thingies are. Like big spoons for mixing..."

Piper Hatfield - Ms. One Shot

The bespectacled young woman followed Nigel up to his new lab, holding her hands behind her back as she moved along. She seemed somewhat impatient to discover exactly what Nigel had concocted in his lab, considering he claimed they weren't exactly uniforms. Piper had to wait, however, as Nigel bypassed his security. It seemed like a hindrance to Piper to make a magic-identifying security system. But then again, this was done to protect the many valuable and dangerous things Nigel had in the lab. It also served as a good deterrent to keep Piper from tinkering with his work and both of them knew this.

When she sat in the chair she constantly fidgeted, her left leg endlessly swaying as she waited for the big reveal. Maybe I shouldn't have had so much caffeine... I'm totally going to crash in a few hours... she lamented to herself, having been aware of her abnormally high energy level. When Nigel finally stepped out with the clothing, Piper jumped out of the chair. Only to look disappointed when it was simply some kind of dark black cloth. Is this just an example of the fabric? Like a demonstration of what he'll be using? Piper began to wonder to herself, somewhat afraid to directly question Nigel's judgement.

His quick example of how to wear it made Piper slightly uncomfortable. The fabric he was holding wasn't large enough to cover her entirely. Her face grew even more flustered when he said she had to be naked to wear it. "Hold on, I don't think wearing only that cloth is gonna be decent and I'm comfortable with my body but I'm not going to show everything..." Piper began to complain, her pace of speech much faster than usual as her words almost blurred together. Before she could think of any more reasons not to strip down and wear only a cloth over her shoulders, Nigel vaguely explained further. Piper's face was still red as she gingerly took the fabric from Nigel's hands.

"I'll put it on but I'm not coming back out..." Once safely behind the curtain of the dressing room, something Piper only now realized that Nigel had to have built recently solely for the upcoming Games, she undressed herself completely. Almost completely, as she kept her beige beanie on and didn't remove her glasses. "It's a bit cold in here..." Piper mumbled just loud enough for Nigel to hear her from past the curtain. She held the cloth in front of her with both hands, still giving it a skeptical look. After a few seconds of building up the courage, Piper mimicked the same motion Nigel made earlier, draping the cloth over her shoulders like a coat and closing her eyes.

While she couldn't see the 'uniform' doing its job, she could feel it as it expanded over her skin. In a matter of seconds it covered her almost her entire torso and thighs. When Piper opened her eyes and looked down she was shocked. "Oh." The cloth had taken a form-fitting shape with two gaps across her torso that exposed some of her cleavage and her navel, respectively. The leg portion of the uniform also retained shape, going only down just above the knees before it cut off. The cloth had changed color, as it was now a cream color with black lining along the edges and torso gaps. The Harpy's Wing emblem was emblazoned on her left breast in black, like the lining, and several black stripes cut diagonally across the mid-section portion of the uniform. "Oh!" she repeated, as if the surprise of how well it looked only now caught up to her after a few seconds of examination.

As her previous, caffeine-fueled energy returned, Piper flung open the curtains and faced Nigel. Only in her hands were two shiny handguns, pointed at the blue-haired man. "Bang bang!" Piper shouted, lifting the pistols upward with each sound as if they had actually been fired. With her uniform's introduction completed, Piper tossed one of the pistols in the air and twirled the other one on her finger, catching the first gun and striking a pose in the same motion. "I know you're a genius, but the way you combine magic and technology is always stunning," Piper complimented. After making one more pose, bending forward and giving Nigel a wink, she stood upright and sent her pistols back into the pocket dimension. "Do you have a mirror around here? I want to see what the back looks like." She proceeded to brush her long, black hair over her shoulder and turning away from Nigel. Her backside was completely covered, no gaps in the fabric, but retained the same color design as the front, minus the Harpy's Wing emblem.

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Oh hey, Karn can Join Gideon, Mithera and Zenoram last-minute because he somehow did his entire job before we could manage to leave XD

@Burthstone

Y'all need to go faster.

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<Snipped quote by Akashi Mayhiro>

Air-Force Related stuff. Army? Psh. I'm smarter than that!

@Feisty-Pants

rekt

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Shin Maru, Topaz

It was unfortunate that Sentou didn't notice Shin's compliment, but it was equally fortunate that Yamato was willing to help organize a meeting with Mr. Minamoru. "Thanks man," Shin gave Yamato with a friendly grin. "I'm sure he's a busy guy so I'd never have a chance to meet him by my own wit." He didn't address the point on leaving weapons at home as Shin never carried weapons on him as it was. After all he created his own weapons as he needed them. With that out of the way, Shin opened his mouth to make another pass at Sentou but found himself being interrupted by Ayame Choko.

"Ayame-sama, what a pleasant surprise to see you," Shin greeted, seemingly redirecting his attention from his classmate towards his superior. Ayame Choko was an attractive woman, no doubt. But Shin couldn't help but notice that her breasts were actually smaller than Sentou's, and the Uchiha was significantly younger. Beauty lies in more than just the chest, as Shin's uncle Jugo would say. As Shin's eyes began to drift back up to Ayame's eyes, she explained that Yamato had a mission. His parting words were a bit mean, I'm not a flirt... but Shin paid little mind. He already anticipated that Ayame would have something for the remaining two chuunin at the table.

Evidently, Shin and Sentou were going to work together along with Paneru. Whom they would have to first collect from the hospital and that escort/protect him at the scene of a recent caravan ambush. "So we're just doing some crime scene investigation? Doesn't sound so bad," Shin remarked, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking. "I've been to plenty of those. I'm sure Sentou has too, right Sen-" Shin turned around to see his classmate was no longer wearing her shirt, leaving her only in a bra and exposing much more of her breasts. His face was immediately flush and he cringed slightly. Must... resist... Hideyoshi or Jaakuna will kick my ass... Shin's fingers twitched slightly a few times before he took a deep breath, immediately calming down. Only after he regained control did he realize that he stared directly and obviously at Sentou's chest for a solid five seconds.

"What was I saying?" he asked aloud, bringing a hand up to his head and scratching it in comical confusion. "Oh, right. This mission'll be a piece of cake." Shin even gave Ayame a thumbs-up, to further prove his confidence in the simple task. Before he could suggest to Sentou that they should head out, the girl was already on her way to the door. "Wait! You can't go out like that!" Shin called out to her, rushing after his topless classmate. "Put your shirt back on! Or at least let me carry you!"

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After a few minutes of traveling across rooftops, because why walk or take a cab when you can go faster by being a shinobi, Shin and Sentou arrived at the Konoha hospital. Sentou was still topless and Shin had paid more attention to her than where he was going, but surprisingly he was yet to crash into anything. "I wonder why Paneru is hanging around a gloomy place like this," Shin wondered aloud, still looking at Sentou's chest instead of where he was walking. It was only when he tried to walk through the front entrance alongside Sentou that he felt the consequences of not paying attention.

He wasn't sure if Sentou did that on purpose or not, but Shin walked face-first into the thick window next to the glass door. It didn't hurt so much as it surprised him. After rubbing his nose a bit, he learned his lesson and turned his gaze forward. But by now Sentou was also in front of him rather than next to him, so nobody could say for sure what he was paying attention to. "I know he's a medic and all, but it's not like he works here... Let's just find him and get going."

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Tsukiko Umene, Honeybadger

With a grunt of effort, the tired woman sat upright from under her bedsheets. The room was small, barely large enough for the bed and the dresser, and the closed blinds made it dark. "Ugh." The naked and voluptuous woman lazily slid out from under the sheets, taking a moment to stretch her back when she was on her feet. Before she could grab the white bath robes hanging on the back of the bedroom door, she paused to sniff the air. "Goddammit," she muttered under her breath as she covered herself up.

Stepping out of the cramped bedroom led into a messy living room. It had a simple couch, which was torn in many places and looked as if it would fall apart, and a coffee table that seemed equally unstable. Clothes, empty cans, and plastic food wrappers populated the floor, which itself was a carpet that hadn't been vacuumed in a substantial amount of time. The living room was only separated from the kitchen and dining area by a transition from carpet to linoleum. While the kitchen floor was cleaner than the living room floor, the counters were stacked with dirty dishes and empty food containers. And the worst thing about this picture, in Tsukiko's eyes, was the person sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal before him.

"What are you doing?" The man, who was quite large and very muscular but clad in only boxers, jumped in surprise at the sound of her voice. Tsukiko hadn't made any noise when she approached, as typical of her. "You scared me there. I'm jus-" "Eating my food. Get out." She motioned towards the front door with her thumb in the same motion of crossing her arms over her chest. "What about last night? You're not even gonna chat or let me have breakfast?" His response was only met with mean, sarcastic laughter. "Oh, sweetie. I think you're a bit confused. What we had was called a one night stand. I used you."

"Now get the fuck out of my house." The man seemed genuinely hurt from her words, slowly standing up from his seat while looking at the floor in shame. "Fine. I see how it is. So I guess you won't be calling me anytime soon..." "You don't even know my name! Get out! If you aren't gone in ten seconds I'll throw you out the fucking window!" "Wait! Let me get my clothes first!" "Nine. Eight. Seven. Six." The speed at which this non-shinobi gathered his clothes from the living room floor was astounding. For an almost naked woman, Tsukiko was still clearly intimidating. Only after the front door slammed closed did Tsukiko start laughing. "Fuckin' idiot."

She noticed that the bowl of cereal was hardly touched. Capitalizing on this, Tsukiko decided to claim the breakfast as her own, sitting down and eating the prepared food before continuing with her morning rituals. After a shower and a change of clothes, Tsukiko looked uncharacteristically well-kept. But that was simply because she was yet to do her morning workout. After stepping out of her apartment into the complex hallway, notably not locking the door, Tsukiko found several suspicious young men waiting at the end of the hallway. Upon seeing her, they began to withdraw baseball bats and knives. Despite the fact that Tsukiko now had her weapons on her as well, she simply grinned and put her fists up. "You little shits want another beating?" she taunted, causing the oldest looking hoodlum to scowl. "We're gonna pay you back for attacking us the other day, bitch!" he retorted, pointing the knife in his hand at her.

Before the group could even traverse the hallway and reach Tsukiko, she suddenly appeared right in front of the group. The eldest, who stood at the front, was shocked by her speed. But his surprise didn't afford him any extra reaction speed. Tsukiko gripped his knife hand by the wrist, before twisting his arm and bringing the heel of her other palm into his elbow. A gnarly crunch was heard and the thug shouted in pain. His knife clanged to the floor before he even hit it, with his arm contorted outwards and tears already forming in his eyes. This sudden attack immediately demoralized the others, who were now three in number. The next nearest, a heavier fellow, raised his bat in preparation for a downward swing. But he never had the opportunity to swing as Tsukiko's boot met his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of his lungs and sending him careening down the hallway and crashing into a wall.

His bat never reached the floor as Tsukiko snatched it out of the air. Instead of hitting the next thug in line with it, she swung the bat with one arm and smashed it into the knife he was holding. He let out a yelp of pain as the blade was stabbed into the wall, which notably had other stab marks on it from previous fights. Before he could recover, Tsukiko pressed the tip of the bat against his forehead and shoved him backwards, forcing him to fall on his back on the ground. Stepping over him, Tsukiko placed her left boot against his face and twisted it a few times. The last hoodlum was frozen in place, unsure if he should help his buddies or retreat and save himself an ass-kicking. As the teen underneath her foot began to shout in pain, his last friend broke into a run down the hallway. "No you don't." With a skillful toss, Tsukiko sent the bat into the back of the thug's head, sending him to his face on the floor.

With all four hoodlums dispatched, Tsukiko removed her boot from the victim's face and brushed some hair out of her face. "Try harder next time, boys," she stated simply, walking down the hallway. "Next time I won't use my hands, if it makes it easier for you."

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An hour had passed, and Tsukiko was now looking as disheveled as she always does. It was always a mystery how she could get so dirty without directly rolling around in dirt, but her morning workout did consist of exercising in the woods outside Konoha. With nobody ever around to witness her exercises, it could only be speculated as to how she manages. Presently, the Honeybadger was walking into the Hokage's Office building with her usual swagger. There were several other shinobi lined up to receive mission files from any of the available desks, but Tsukiko didn't particularly feel like waiting in a line.

After walking past the line, without sparing them a single glance, Tsukiko approached a desk that had just recently opened up. "Hey, you have to wait your-" the man behind the desk began to lecture, before being rudely interrupted by Tsukiko. "Is Fujitora in yet?" The man, who was notably smaller in stature than Tsukiko and also wore glasses, seemed surprised that she wasn't pestering him for a job. "I believe he's still on lunch break." This confused the wild woman, who stood upright and brought a finger to her lips. "Lunch? What time is it? I should really buy a clock..."

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Fixed my last post. Maddox will be taking on a giant, diamond worm. That'll be interesting.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Well it's a good thing I haven't posted again yet. Time to edit.

But it seems I'm not the only one that needs to fix things. hehehe