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Man, Mahz is still on his really long vacation, huh!
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Better not leave me hanging like Sayori.
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This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a 훌 쩍
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Got nothing to say here, sooooo yeah.

I'm a bookworm, gamer, and obviously roleplayer since I'm on this site :P

Anyways, those are a few things that I'll say about myself... for now. Maybe I'll update this a little more in the future.

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Well, nice to see Lucas die before the true story began.

Rest in pieces, SYM-04 sucked him dry in 3 seconds flat. He could of ended up with some broken bones, bruises, gashes, stab wounds, frostbite, getting the shit kicked out of him by a midget, or thrown out of the arena... but fate was cruel.


VERSUS







Calvin walked to the arena, holding a bottle of water. As he climbed up onto the stage, he was both pleasantly surprised and pleased that the arena had an Ice theme. Reminded him of home. He pulled the cap off of his water bottle and started sipping, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Reading the roster earlier, he saw he would be fighting a person named "The One". Whoever he, (or she, Calvin doesn't judge) was, Calvin would be prepared.


Well, looks like he didn't have to deal with that bimbo and her fucking tree trunk limbs as he made his way past the crowds... and looky here, those cuckfuckers were making a huge deal out of a shitty display and one very grandeur one my yours truly!... as long as they were referring to his skills, then those fuckers had good taste.

Other than that, the god damn announcement was made that shit was about to go down and that these cockfondlers should stare at the screen to figure out who they were fighting... and for him, it was just some asshat he had never even heard of! Fucking perfect! As he walked between everyfucker, he was thinking over what the hell a "jobber" was; never even heard of that term until that assguzzler Andre mentioned it. It didn't take too long for him to discern what it was in his mind, after all, he was The motherfucking One!

... and shit, this place was a lot bigger than he expected. Walking out, he saw a slew of arenas, ranging from some retarded one hanging above fucking water to a stage that looked like something out of a asswipe rave...

... and as it turned out, he was fighting in the cold against this fucker, cool, great.

Ascending to the stage, The One grasped his hat as he shivered a fucking little. Nice to see that this barren bitching place is a little slippery... and that there was more ice under this arena, great...

Oh yes, his opponent... who looked like some random kid from Antarctica that decided to randomly come to Rio fucking De Jenairo to melt like a snowman. Yup, this bitch was a nobody alright, and he knew what to do with bitches.

"Oh, so you're the fucking jobber they pit me against? Surprised the fucking heat didn't destroy you first... no matter." The One pointed his walking cane at the young fucking man, stretching his smile to the point where he looked like a depraved Cheshire Cat as he grasped his badass hat.

"Gotta show off how motherfucking great I am first."

Calvin looked up at his opponent, and stopped sipping.

"Oh don't worry, I'm used to the heat. I'm Calvin, in case you didn't read... Okay, so we starting this for real?" he asked as he took one last sip and put his water bottle in his coat pocket. He raised both of his flat-palm gloved hands as he took his battle stance.

"Go!", Andre shouted, followed by the roar of a crowd.

Calvin held his hands wide open as he jogged to his opponent, holding his flat hands sideways as he closed in towards his opponent. He then jabbed both hands inwards to The One, going for an attack from both sides.

Of course... he is too fucking clueless to even know when he was supposed to begin fighting! Ha! This dipshit would go down faster than any lady who would spend time with The One! Heh, while this shithead was busy jogging over to The One, he had his safety protocols in check already as his top hat was already off his head, displaying his impressive cue ball head.

Aiming his hat directly at the cuckfucker, he decided to wait until the right moment as he evaluated what his move was... and it was obvious that he was going to try some bullshit slaps with both of his hands, ha! No way he would take a blow that fucking early.

Before the kid could get whatever stupid ass move off, The One shot off prematurely exploding missiles at Calvin Cuckducker legs, launching himself away as well as tripping that yiffbucket up.

Calvin fell flat on his face as the missiles collided into his legs. He tried his best to catch himself with his attack, but ultimately fell and got a face-full of snow. He lifted his face up, and spat out a mouthful of snow into his hand.

"Hey guy, don't you think it's kind of petty to bring rockets to a martial arts tournament?" Calvin asked, confused. "Not only is that kind of a dick move, it's really dangerous!"

He then started mushing the snow into a snowball, and infused it with Ki, packing it together.

"Now here's a *mostly* harmless alternative."

Calvin hurled the snowball straight at The One. It spun as it flew towards him, heading straight for his opponent's chest. He felt a pang of cold before it even touched him.

Yup, this dumbass was definitely one to talk as he did a flip in the air while flipping the fucking bird. "You fucking dumbass, didn't you listen to what Andre Cuckbucket said," he shouted out, attaching his awesome ass hat back to his head in midair. He easily stuck the fucking landing; why wouldn't he? The One always makes fucking due on his pays... or something.

Kneeling down for a second, The One wiggled his hand as he heard what Calvin lacking fucking Hobbes had to say. It didn't fucking matter as he shot up to his feet as he swiftly revolved his body to shoot... only to find his chest covered in fucking snow. It was still too god damn early to be hit!

And fucking hell, this was more chilly than Chile!... no, actually, fucking hold on, how did cockfodder get up so quickly?! No matter.

"D-draw mother fucker," his thumb pressed down onto an invisible trigger, causing a shot of motherfucking pressurized sound to fly forth at Calvin Klein's left shoulder.

"I know what Andre said, but that's still a-- Woah!"

Calvin noticed the stream of sound heading towards his shoulder far too late for him to block it. The packed sound his his shoulderblade, causing a brief sting of pain, followed by light numbness. He held one hand on his shoulder, massaging it slightly. Once it felt okay, he wriggled it.

Calvin then started to sprint towards The One again, this time holding his right arm out as light blue Ki swirled around it, eventually forming a rough, thick formation of ice, the size of a club. He leapt into the air and swung an overhead attack onto The One.

Seriously? John Calvin was stopping like a little bitch to nurse his boo-boo? Oh boo hoo, guess this pussy-poser wouldn't last too long at all if he was gonna act like that... Oh well; better taunt him while he is trying to recover from The motherfucking One's powerful ass move! Flipping his cane onto his shoulders, The One grasped his hat as he stared at the boy with a huge shit eating grin.

"Hey fuckboy, if you were lookin' for a snowball fight, I'll avalaunch your ass all the way to Alaska; there's plenty of snow there!" Eheheh, he was so god damn clever alright! Of course, jeering while the opponent was down didn't leave much time for fucking retaliating with more god damn shots! Eh, whatever, this was some weakass opponent anyways.

...

And looky fucking here! John Calvin was rushing forward with his arm out as if his own dick was lit a'fuckin' flame... Pah, what was his next asswiping move? To use a dick fisting move that made him shit sn- wait a minute. He could sense that shit anywhere!

Ki in that shitwipes hand! Ok, so maybe he was less of an incompetent fuck, but not by a whole lot... still, time to put those amazing defense mechanisms to use again...

Grabbing onto his awesomeass hat... no, no, someone as pathetic as him might squander that fucking ki attack. Might as well style on his pasty, baby fatass face!

Once more, The One drew his fucking cane, twirling it as it... oh jesus fuck, that's a thick piece of ice! The spin came to almost an immediate end as The One briskly grasped both ends of his fucking cane to block the chunky ass attack... and was promptly knocked back, almost tripping in the god damn-

... scratch that, he did trip...

... right onto his god damn ass, ugh. The One winced as he skidded back a little, feeling the pain of friction and the frozen snow now melting into equally cold liquid! Now his pants were fucking wet, great! Just fucking fantastic! Gritting his teeth, The One's eyesight became sharp enough to make an edgy person swoon as he glared at Calvin.

Grabbing onto his hat, The One used what little time he could to get up... and possibly maneuver away to piss on this jobber much, much more.

"Well, I got you down. So I guess I'll pull of my finishing move, if that's okay with you." Calvin informed, before squating down and holding onto his knees. He then struggled and grunted to roll forward. After about five seconds, which was more than enough time for The One to get back up, he rolled forward onto his back, and then back forward again.

"Ah, frig. I guess I haven't really practiced that too much... Guess I'll just do another trick.", Calvin admitted in casual defeat, standing back up.

He then stood in a defensive position. His left hand held an open palm outwards, while his right hand was held near his body, scrunching up his index finger, middle finger, and thumb together, before sprinting towards The One. He lunged his right hand forwards and pinched his opponent's leg, infusing it with ice cold ki, which would have caused a cocoon of ice to quickly grow on it.

"I guess I can atleast slow you down so I can beat your ass around like a piece of meat."

Wait, what the fuck? Lifting his leg had no fucking effect at all! This god damn dickweed was going to fucking pay for this stupid ass bullshit!... but how? Suddenly, he had the greatest fucking idea that would put buttered bread to shame! Yeah, fuck you bread!

"I bet you would love to beat all the meat you fucking faggot," The One screeched as he pointed his hat behind him as he launched another set of fucking missiles onto the shitsnow ground behind him. As they shot out, The One wasn't catapulted upwards, but rather given a quick boost of mobility as the arc shot him onto the top of his opponents back, slamming down onto that fuckboy.

Of course, that wasn't his main goddamn intention as soon as the arc was completed, he jammed his walking stick into the ass of the shitstalking assailant.

Calvin's eyes practically left their sockets in reaction. He hung space for a few moments, before the pain launched him forward into the air.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGHHH!" Calvin screamed, clutching his rear, which inched in pain.

Calvin fell to the ground, struggling, unable to move. Every moment he couldn't move, his opponent had an opportunity to make an attack. He couldn't move his body, but he could still control his Ki. Straining himself, Calvin quickly erected a thick Ice Wall just high enough to create a half-dome that covered him until he could regain control of his body.

Well, that just fucking happened... then again why wouldn't it? He was the greatest f- oh, that thing came unhinged from his leg sort of... and his leg was cold as shitfrost! Shoving himself up, he ignored his internal fucking monologue screaming that there was damage done to his chest. Who fucking cared, Calvin College was about to land...

And The One? Well, he was going to fuck his shit up!

The One didn't waste any time as he sprinted forward... before a giant fuck you ice wall appeared in front of him... which meant he had to redouble his efforts, god damnit. Well, he was going to fuck this boy up one way or another!

Tossing his hat over the dome, The One put as much launched himself u- wait one fucking a minute. As he caught his awesome ass hat in mid air, he noticed that a part of the dome, well... didn't fucking exist. To him, it was more like one-fourth of a sphere in the ground, but what fucking ever.

Time to fuck shit up.

"MOTHER FUCKING GATLING ROCKET HAT, BIIIIIIITCH," he screamed, causing the noise to reverberate around the shield as a slew of rockets flew towards the wall, one measly rocket causing it to fall apart as it exploded... allowing the rest of the missiles to fly straight at Calvin.

Calvin's eyes widened as just one rocket shattered his entire dome, and there was still an entire horde roaring straight at him. He took blow after blow to his upper mid body, mostly face, unable to so much as lift his hands to protect himself. Yet, as the missiles collided against him, they caused his body to regain mobility. As the last rocket hit him, Calvin feld full control return. Well, almost.

The boy managed to stand up with one hand on his knee. Weakly, he made a finger gun with his free hand, pointed it directly at the one, and weakly muttered

"bang..."

Before he fell backwards and sprawled out. Just before he fell unconscious, Calvin raised one thumbs up, which quickly collapsed, defeated.

"K.O!" Andre shouted, followed by the roar of a wild crowd. Two paramedics jogged in holding a stretcher. They quickly picked Calvin up and placed him on it, and carried him to the Emergency Care Ward.

Sticking the landing, The One didn't have time to acknowledge that fuckboy being dragged off! Now that he displayed how badass he was on stage, it was time to milk the limelight for all it was mother fucking worth! In his landing, The One made sure to appear as if he was lunging out, head down as if bowing for playing their fucking role. His hat hand was extended out far off to the side, and the latter held close to The One's body as it could fucking would, with the cane near his hip as if he was sheathing a sword.

The timing, precision... he must of struck a cord as the crowd was insatiable with their roars and fucking cries! Yes, give it all to The One! Let this badass motherfucker know that he was the shit that would shit fury down the other contestants throats!

Twirling his hat and cane, he moved each of his arms in a methodical fucking fashion. The top hat landed straight onto his head with the cane grasped at the handle, pointing out at the fucking crowd.

"And looks like we all know the reason he is called The One!"

Shut the fuck up you cuckbu-

"Because he's The One stylish fighter who'll be moving onto the glamorous main event!"

... ok, you could have this one you bastard. Showboating until the next call would obviously be made, The One pointed his fucking stick up to where the camera obviously was. Mustering the biggest frown, he gritted his teeth as his eyes sparked with a flaring anger as he glared into it.

"Now you know why I'm THE. FUCKING. ONE. And don't you dare think of me as anything less you fucking bitch!"
Edit: As a sidenote on the diversity comment, I'm a bit surprised how few magic/fantasy based fighters have enlisted. I was expecting someone would show up with a dio-esq vampire or wizard fuck, lol.


Jonas fits the dio-esq spectrum in regards to knives!... shit, I should of made him a lawyer.
So, everyone, what's your guys and gals opinions of our currently active characters? Like, love, dislike, hate, etc.


VERSUS







Welp, that was it for him he guessed... great timing which failed to kill off any, if not all of his suspicion in regards to piece of equipment. Jonas was legitimately thrilled to hear the minx pursue his question as he cracked a slightly larger smile for that singular moment... though, he did ponder on what that lady meant about how "Horizon Frontier" sounded amazing since she had legitimately never heard of it before.

These things ran through his head, replaying as the droves of competitors began their mad rush to the arena, all while Jonas was completely taking his time. Did she mean the name, or something more? Was the tin man with a spiky as hell tail really to be trusted?...

Yeah, that was obvious already.

A woman bumped past him, Jonas was brought out of his train of thoughts as the torrent began rushing and dragging him closer towards the battleground. Other thoughts began to invade as he pulled out some string from his bag and began wrapping it in a certain way around the handle of his knife...

...

...

And before he knew it, the whole stadium came into view... huh, this was a bit different he guessed. The stages about had different cosmetics, sure, but he was fairly certain there was more to them all. An ice stage? A stage that seemed to invoke characterizations of Rio's urbanization?

Seriously, how much money did this take to set up? There was like, a lo- why did that one stage have spikes at the bottom with a net to catch people on?

Yeah, that's a horrible fucking design already!

Ugh, please, pleeeeeaaaase don't let him fight on that stage.

Looking around, he saw the names of the contenders on the screen... and wow. He was plenty certain that there were more challengers than he expected. Yeah, this was gonna be a while, so mitigation of damage and skills, ho!

Along with that, there was the stage name they would brawl on... what was this, some fighting game or something? Eh, whatevs, he just knew he was on a stage with water (good, great).

Walking past others, he tried to spot the weirdo, the minx, and Otsana, but everyone was so spread out and blocked in for him that it would be nigh impossible to spot any of em'... so much for that.

As he stepped onto the stage, he found himself face to face with a similar black woman with a very taut body, moreso than him - that girl who wrecked that other punk before he could even land himself in the arena. Blinking, he tilted his head to the side, stifling a yawn as the woman... tried to trash talk him?

He wasn't exactly sure.

"Hey, how do you think we get so many patients," he cracked back with an affable smile, pointing directly at her as he chuckled. She seemed a bit on edge - did something happen? Eh, not important right now, focus on the subject of the water below...

...

... and with that short exchange, everything was seemingly set to go as the man gave one thunderous go.

In an instant... hm, the woman didn't waste any time did she? Rushing forward like a bull... was he wearing red? No? Green, the usual, right.

Throwing down two knives from his coat behind him, they both punctured the ground as he took a defensive stance and threw four knives at once at the lady, half of them doomed to possibly make contact with the rock solid arm, the other two others maybe impaling her left thigh and left leg.

The ki powered knifes pierced Brenda as expected... but much like a raging bull, it barely even phased her. Probably made her even angrier. Her grit her teeth as she ignored the pain. Deciding not to make the same mistake that she made in the earlier confrontation. She punched the ground hard as she could, and a cascading wave of stone spikes came out rushing towards Jonas. While she used the opportunity to close the distance on Jonas as a zoning technique.

So, some adjustments were to be made; expected, but he could guess the fight wouldn't be that easy now... that was a relief. As that wave of spikes shot forward, Jonas dove away to the side, a tinge closer to the edge than before. He took a quick survey as he threw two more knives behind him with his left, not minding that the two other knives had popped out of the ground already.

Huh, regardless she was coming in fast... and by fast, it was like a cheetah sprinting to pounce on a gazelle! Yeesh!... maybe he could charge her when stitching those wounds up? As he slowly stood up, he nonchalantly gazed to the side with her coming in hot. Briskly, he fumbled around in his bag, displaying a terrified visage as he rushed to find something to utilize against her.

Pfft... so many idiots relying on tricks rather than some good old fisticuffs. Just like she said... everyone has a gimmick, but it seems no one knows how to use 'em. If he had just decided to fight her straight up, he could have stopped her by now. Well, seems to be an easy fight for Brenda.

She tightened her fists, and then let out a sharp huff as she threw a series of four punches at Jonas. Her fists coated in stone, this was her rock breaker move. With each strike so strong that not even stone could stand up against it.

Ok, that wasn't what he was expecting as he retrieved his hand from his bag... and FUCK, THIS ACTUALLY HURT LIKE A BITCH! Jonas could only bare his teeth as he tried to hold back the pain, wincing as he looked for an opening... opening... and there it was! With her wasting that little amount of time gave leeway for Jonas to recover a bit...

... and use his superior speed to grab onto her as she began to lead in with her rocky fists. Jonas shifted her weight forward even more, all while stepping to the side. With her momentum increased she would definitely trip over his trap and fall off the stage... but just to be sure, as he "helped" her, he gave a strong shove with his right hand in the midst of it all to keep Brenda going.

However, Brenda wasn't going over that easily. In her momentum, she pounded her fist against the ground, and summoned stone around it to stop her from falling over the edge. She grit her teeth as she looked at Jonas.

"Have to try better than that, pretty boy." She taunted.

She hopped up to her feet, and her fist was coated in a burning magma as she charged Jonas with her fist extended.

Despite the fact it didn't work, Jonas couldn't help but crack somewhat of a smile as she lunged forward. This strong gal wasn't going to make it easy, her own move told him that much... Drawing some knives, he rolled... directly toward her.

Going right by her side that did not have the magma fist, he positioned himself onto the... very unstable rock. Standing straight up he stamped on the earthen ground before throwing a knife at her right leg... sadly enough, it would most likely miss, considering the trajectory he threw it at.

"Come on..."

Because of the angle he threw it at, it was easy for Brenda to reach over and catch it. She held the knife for a moment, saying, "Nice knife." Before she bit down on it, and snapped it in half. She threw the remains to the ground, before she hopped up into the air. Coming down on Jonas like a meteor. Surrounded in red hot flames, it was a sight to behold.

Ok, he was a little pissed. Not by the fact that she decided to show off, but SHE BROKE ONE OF HIS FUCKING KNIVES! Those things costed money and resources to buy! They don't come cheeeaaa- oh, right, his move... that wasn't going to work as she jumped into the air and began her descent.

So, only a few opti- yeah the first one is frickin' stupid. She's in the air, coming down on a weakened piece of stone that would probably break the moment she smashed it. So he took this opportunity to just... wait, why wasn't he running forward? Why is he stabbing the slab? WAIT, WHY IS HE QUICKLY JUMPING OFF?!

As he launched himself off the unstable slab, he took one look back as a glint of steel pierced the side of the stage as he began his own descent as well.

Brenda hit the ground, and her fist hit the ground so hard that it left a miniature crater in the platform. Jonas' plan wasn't as successful as he hoped, as it was still in one piece, and Brenda was still standing on the platform. She just shook her head... just like she said... these losers have no talent. They don't belong here in the world of Nomads. So, she was just going to make this a clarion call he won't ever forget.

He needs to go home.

Brenda looked at the slab, and grabbed onto it. She threw a piece it up into the air, and punched it hard as she could. It turned into a hail of stone rocks that went flying towards Jonas.

Well, looks like she wasn't the type to gloat... but at least his knife was still wedged there and she was within his trap!... again... probably, as her foot was right behind the knife. Even as he saw the rocks, he wasn't at all worried as Jonas started traveling in an brisk arc upwards, narrowly avoiding the projectiles. As he stopped extending both strings once he began his ascent, he was certain this could be it... possibly.

Letting go of the string from his previous knife, Jonas quickly pulled his other string as he shot up a few feet higher than the platform. In those same moments, the multiple layered circle he left snared Brenda's leg, tightening as he began to fall once more. As he was nearing the platform, he jammed another knife into the side as he tugged the line to try and drag the woman overboard.

However, even with Jonas's attempts to pull her off, Brenda still embodied the stone. And stones are hard to move. She quickly punched the ground full force, and the stone embedded her deep into the ground. It would be hard for Jonas to pull her off, not without trying very hard. Nonetheless, Brenda's objective for now was to get free of this shit. Which she raised her fist, she surrounded her arm in stone, forming it into a blade of sorts. She swung her arm around wildly trying to get free of the strings - while also keeping an eye on Jonas. Just in case he got cocky.

Trying to find where you're caught eh? She wasn't stupid, he could tell it in her eyes... but frantically waving around to try and cut some string around her leg... hmm... that knife was wedged in there pretty good...

Swinging himself up from his former position, he didn't bother with displaying any acrobatic skills as he just shot up at the required amount to land on his two feet. Since she was watching intensely, why not give her something else to look at?

Drawing five knives from his sleeve, Jonas didn't waste any time tossing them at the lady. While largely inaccurate, he made certain that two of them would fly directly at her torso. Now all he needed to do was wait as he stood there, completely immobilized. He didn't bother smiling or giving any display of emotion, being just as this woman's powers - stone.

Brenda wondered if he had any tricks up his sleeve other than knives. Good thing she kept her eye on her opponent rather than focusing entirely on getting out of his snare. Or else this would have ended badly for her. She used her stone bladed arm to parry one of the blades - but she missed the other, and felt the ki infused blade impale her in the chest. She let out a groan, as she was quick to rip out the knife, and leave it on the ground. Before turning her attention to Jonas, she quickly punched the ground and sent out a wave of stone spikes behind his feet so he'll trip over it. Or at least distract him for a moment.

Wait, she just punched the ground in front of her... and there was nothing in front of him that actually appeared... Was she planning her own traps? Was it an attack from behind? There was only one way to be certain as Jonas glimpsed behind him... to find an almost similar wave of ground rumbling towards him. This... it didn't matter, he just needed to do one thing.

Jump and stick the landing on the broken up parts of the stage.

Leaping upwards, he nearly averted getting launched up like his knives. In the grand scheme of things, she wasted time trying to throw him off as he yanked his left hand back just a little. Those knives that completely missed? They almost seemed to stop as they began arcing around the rough and tumble woman, wrapping her and a part of her stone arm up.

As he slowly balanced himself on the crumbling infrastructure, he gave one final yank to tighten it all together; it didn't matter whether or not the knives impaled her as The Doctor left nothing unchecked, save for that one arm that was plunged into the ground.

Well, looked like that didn't work... damn it. Brenda was running out of options here. She was getting wrapped up in whatever the hell this bastard was doing. The platform was falling apart, and all Brenda could think of was something. The stone arm she had turned into molten hot magma as the strings were burned. She detached it from the group, as she covered her body in more magma. Burning the strings. She whipped around towards Jonas, and grit her teeth

Hmph, that blew his scheme to smithereens, but he could adapt; it wasn't the end just yet... if he could keep her on that platform whilst doing enough damage to it... yes, yes that was it. While she was distracted flailing around and consuming the string with that fiery passion known as her arm, Jonas decided to close the distance, taking to the offensive as he ran straight at her, fist clenched as he readied to strike her. He struck her with a cocky smile as he neared her, almost as if this was the final decisive strike.

Brenda knew that Jonas was crafty... if he was running directly at her like this, he might had cooked up a plan in that brain of his. She wasn't going to fool around anymore.

"I'm going to finish this!" Brenda shouted as she pumped her fist in the air. In a brief moment, it flashed with red hot heat - a heat like no other. Before she swung her fist directly at him, charging forward. But, this time, it was different. Her whole body was hot (without burning any of her clothes!), she was like a meteor. She had the sheer intensity and rage of one, rushing directly at him.

"EARTHQUAKE!" Brenda shouted.

As he ran directly at her, Jonas had a hand inside the confines of his satchel. Whether or not she could ki sense, he wasn't going to take the chance right now. Besides, at this point, most people were too engrossed in their fights at this point, so it wouldn't hurt to give one last display...

Also, shouting that you're going to finish this and your next move is a pretty stupid idea... not the most strategically sound plan, but it made things a little easier for the doctor.

"Time to get Rib Caged," he shouted back as he ran, extending his punching hand out... only to up and throw dust directly into her eyes, blinding the woman... and in his other hand, he left behind a nice little present - a ki-infused recorder which taunted the young woman the woman as it was tossed right by the edge of the platform.

"Ugh, you've made this so easy that I think I'm getting worse."

With that all said and done, Jonas made sure to just roll to the side and stood straight up as he gave a half-hearted frown to his opponent.

"D-Damn it!" Brenda hissed as she flew over the edge, cursing her rashness. She fell into the water, which loudly hissed with steam as her heat was counteracted. Ugh, she hated water. She floated to the top, loudly groaning as she looked at Jonas standing all high and mighty over her.

Standing over the edge, Jonas knelt down to retrieve one of his knives that were deeply embedded into the damaged infrastructure. He was mumbling with irritation as he cursed over the corpse of one of his broken knives. Ugh, people had no respect for property, did they? Drawing the knife out, he took notice over the woman below and how she just... lay there.

"Say Brenda, when you were on fire, did yo-"

"K-O!" Not a second too late, Jonas shivered a little from the screech emanating from that announcer. "After that amazing diagnosis, looks like the enigmatic Doctor will be moving onto the main event!" Jonas rolled his eyes as some of the crowd gave a variety of claps, ranging in enthusiasm to just plain forced... honestly wouldn't surprise him if most of em' were disappointed to watch this strapping young lady lose to him...

... especially since he played edge games; Jonas rapped his lips as he glanced over at the glimmering water, wondering how many fans or people putting bets would try to get him d/q'd for that? But still, there were more important matters to deal with as he continued to retrieve the intact knives on the platform.

Brenda swam out the water and chose to sit on a bench, thinking on her actions. Shaking her head because she failed to win the first round. If she was going to find her brother, she needed to fight better than that shameful display. Ugh. She had to find another way to raise money for her world spanning journey. Some odd jobs, perhaps?

Oh yeah, he still had to ask how her injuries were fairing.

As he yanked out the knife that was impaled in the rock, Jonas yawned and stretched before descending to the ground floor. Breaking into a light jog, he went over to see how Miss Brawnz was acting up right now... hmm...

Jonas digressed; maybe if he acted benign towards her, he could form a reasonable prognosis over whether or not he should attempt recruiting her... he did need able-bodied nomads after all.

"Oy, Brenda, how are your wounds?"

The man approached her, and she looked up at him. He asked her about her wounds. She shook her head. She had no ill will against the man for winning. When it was her fault for losing. She just shrugged. Brenda slapped a hand on her chest.

"Me? I'm hard as stone," Brenda said as she looked at him. "You won't have to worry about me anytime soon, Doctor."

She nodded her head.

"Besides... I don't have the money, or the time for a checkup...."

Oh? She lacked funds? Was that a blessing or a curse to Jonas, well, he would have to prod her even further now to understand this situation fully. Would he really want a person who couldn't pay for themselves completely weighing him and possibly Otsana down? Or could this be used as leverage for him in his quest. Jonas crossed his arms as he cocked his head back and forth.

"Hmm, sounds like you were placing all your chips on getting past this first part of the tourney," Jonas rapped the side of his uniform as he hummed, staring directly at the black lady.

"... why d'you need the mo-"

Jonas winked and winced a little as Andre gave another announcement over the next fighter who bit the dust, with the roars of the crowds pervading both their ears. Yeah, not the best place to be to take advantage of a possibly sound circumstance.

"Ugh, screw this noisy place! Ey', mind walking and talking?! I want to ask you a couple of things!"


@Mr Allen J

Looks like this motherfucking kitten decided to bar her flaming claws! Cute, really god damn cute. The One remained relatively unfazed for the most part (or at least put up a damn good act) as he stared down the flaming fists of fucking fury.

"Ooh, I'm sooooo fucking sorry, please spare me, don't shitfist meeeeee," he twirled his hat back onto his cue-ball head, he stuck his fucking bottom lip out and clasped his hands together, squinting his eyes together as he shook his fucking fists back and forth at the lady... before breaking from that nonsensical act, breaking into laughter as he grasped the lips of his hat, feeling it down as he gave Brenda a cold, soulless, shit-destroying stare.

"Tch, children like you get triggered at almost fucking everything; pretty fucking annoying how one loudass observation lead to taunting, and now for you, fucking fists." He gave his cane a twirl in his hands before letting it land with a satisfying pap on his shoulder. Through his unfeeling fucking teeth, he cracked a smile and toyed with his canines, rubbing them back and forth.

"You really must be nothing more than a dumbass bimbo if you're choosing to resort to violence so fucking quickly instead of choosing to ignore me or walk the fuck away." He chuckled a little before pivoting around and walking in a little in the opposite direction.

Heh, heh, alright, this fuckin' bitch was DEFINITELY losing all self control... heh, of course, she was; the marionette to The One, the only puppet meister! He was more than sure the shitsinkers around was getting a bit nervous, considering how he was acting... mayhaps if he kept this fucking up...

"Ah, such a fucking dull minded broad that can only resort to violence after hearing things they don't like." He switched around, fully staring at her visage as he tilted his goddamn head at her.

"Go on, let your fist fly with abandon at me; try to satiate your godshitting rage," he flipped his cane off his shoulder, holding it in his fucking hand as he pointed his fist at her. "But in return, you'll end up admitting The fucking One is fucking right... wouldn't be too big of a fucking surprise with someone like you."

He licked his lips, displaying his teeth as he clicked and clacked his gums like a metronome, awaiting her own dumbshit reaction as he tightly gripped his hat with a free hand. He stared at her with the biggest, "whatcha gonna fuckin' do about it" grin that he could. All in all, he was for certain this would drive her to try (and fail so gosh damn hard) to hit him.
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This post alone accelerated the growth of my cancer.


What stage is it in now Allen?
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Take yo' time, I think everyone's content with interacting for now.

I think.


MY OPINION MATTERS, AND THEREFORE I PROCLAIM THAT I AM NOT FINE WITH THIS! LET US PROCEED WITH THE CHARACTERS SHITTING ON EACH OTHER!

Though, I am a little excited to see how the tournament plays out with our characters; can't wait to get to the PvP scenes.
noice rp


Welcome back; which name do you prefer me to call you by :P
So, I'm curious everyone, who do y'all see as a foil for your charys, aside from your possible second chary if you have one.
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