*~ THE RP TOURNAMENT ~* (It Begins!)

[VaporeAct]

2 Months and still counting

[Bulbasaur4]

So sorry... >.<;
I was meaning to actually post the results after Easter, but then I got side tracked and procrastinated and well... you know all the stuff that comes with. I actually managed to squeeze it into this week though!
*cheers*
With prom and exams I didn't think I'd be able to do anything but I'm skipping my computer class to get this ready.
*hides from teacher*
^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Shh, don't tell.

I got it ready though! Took me all hour to read and to grade n'stuff but I'VE GOT IT!! MWHA!!!

HERE are the results!!!

www.angelfire.com/vamp/darkspike/rptor.html

^^ Thanks for being so understanding an patient.

[Thargor]

Woo... That was a pretty close match there EngiMatikul, best one so far. Couldn't have asked for a better Semi-Final match.

This last fight will be interesting... I'll make sure mine is nice and polished before I put it up. I want it to be really good ^_^

[EVme15]

Well, I've already talked to VP about this on AIM, so nothing needed here ^_~

So, you just had to post the results durning my writer's block?!

Lol, s'k.
I'm going to work really hard on this one. You're going down! >: P

^^ Ya know... I never thought I'd make it this far. Wow.

[Bulbasaur4]

*starts whistling*
Could.... really use those posts.... right abou tnow...
*trails off*

[The Muffin Man]

Are they late? If they're late just DQ 'em o.o;;

[Thargor]

Bulba didn't give us a deadline for this round though, so I don't think DQ can apply unless she amends that... Though now that school is finished for me, I have a bit more free time to write down a great final battle. I'll most likely be done with mine in a week.

[EVme15]

Yeah. School's out here too, so I'll be writing. Life caught up with me and I couldn't do it sooner. Mine will be done by Friday, cuz I have to leave on Saturday so I wouldn't leave you hanging a week.

[EVme15]

First off, sorry about the double-post. It's necessary.

Thargor, can you do me a huge favor? Thanks to BigBrother, I can't post anywhere unless it's the post directly after someone in BigBrother. I asked, and that means I can double-post. So could you please wait until after I post my fight, then you can post yours?

I would PM, but this is also a request to other members not to suddenly show up and bother us about taking so long.

Basically, if anyone outside BigBrother posts before I'm done, it'll take until next Wednesday at the earliest for me to post.

If I haven't posted mine by Saturday, go ahead and post yours.

[Thargor]

Umm... That's alright I suppose ^_^;; What the heck is BigBrother now?

EDIT: Perhaps if this is going slowly for everyone, I could make a suggestion. If Bulba, VP and Engimatikul agree, why not have another fight to see which person is in 3rd place, and which person is in 4th place?

[The_Missing_Link]

Umm... That's alright I suppose ^_^;; What the heck is BigBrother now?

It's a game in PCG and a real TV show in Australia and US

and btw, Kayla can't post now since you posted

[VirtualPlay]

It's a game in PCG and a real TV show in Australia and US

and btw, Kayla can't post now since you posted

True, Kayla can't post her tourney, but reading through the Big Brother topic I found a loophole:

It has come to my attention that a lot of the housemates are moderators, which would normally seem like it could be a problem. But don't forget about the incentives on posting outside of the topic. You can still close, edit, delete and stuff, just avoid posting.

Hope that's a good enough solution for you, Kayla.

EDIT: Looks like this problem (and therefore, solution) is null and void...people who read the BB topic will understand.

[Zak]

Yeah, it is, I was about to tell you guys you don't have to worry since I was informed of this topic and saw the post, but guess you beat me to it.

~Zak

[Bulbasaur4]

^^ Don't worry about taking your time you two, I just wanted to make sure you guys still remembered. And I'm not about to set a deadline, I have faith you'll get your posts in when you're ready. PLUS, seeing how I've been late before... I'm not g oing to just yell or 'dq' you for that!! I'd be so hypocritic and that wouldn't be cool. lol ^^;;


But I can't wait for the posts!! ^^

[Bulbasaur4]

Sorry for posting again, but I'm going to be doing the Summer Awards thingy. That sorta needs to be sticky-fied... and since this is done almost, I'm gonna unsticky this. You two can post your final battling posts in this topic still, and the winner will be announced in the final Summer Awards result. ^^ Isn't that neato? I thought so... ^^;; Hope this causes no problems.

[EVme15]

[writingcomment]*bows* I thank you for your patience, and I am hoping that you enjoyed reading my posts as much as I enjoyed writing them...
Except for the second round. That one I was nearly killing myself over.

Minor note: if a certain part of this post seems off (you should recognize it when you get to it), check Kayla’s form again. It’s in there, more or less, and if you were in/paid attention to the LVH when that happened (and you still remember it), you’ll know for sure when you get to it without having to check back. So you could’ve skipped this little paragraph Or I’m ranting. It’s 2AM and I’m leaving in two days. I have to pack tomorrow... er, today.
Here’s hoping![/writingcomment]
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“GOOD MORNING!” I muffled a cry as Kayla hugged (read: snuck up and attacked) me from behind. “Yeah, good morning. They didn’t happen to feed you sugar at the hospital again, did they?”

“No, I made sure this time,” Lyaka said, walking up behind the hyper brunette. “I think she’s just excited.”

“THE FINALS! THE FINALS! IT’S THE FINALS!” Kayla cheered, strangling me while pointing to the scoreboard. Lyaka patted her on the head, desperately trying to ignore the many stares her teammate was drawing. “Yes, yes, that’s good, that’s good. We know already, be quiet!”

“Um... could I talk to you girls?” I whispered, pulling the two out of this highly embarrassing situation, saving my pride and my lungs.

~|~|~

“OK. I know we’ve made it all the way here. However, each time we seem to come closer and closer to loosing. I’m pretty sure you two can figure out the next part on your own. What do we need?”

“TO WIN!” Kayla shouted, downing another pancake. Lyaka and I both fell out of our chairs. “OK, maybe you can’t.”

“We need a plan...” Lyaka mumbled before shoving one of her own pancakes into her mouth.

“Exactly. I’ve seen these guys fight, and they’re a lot better than they look. Don’t underestimate them, and be ready for anything. I’ve got a bit of information with could prove useful... you’re not listening, are you Kayla?”

At the sound of her name, my still-semi-hyper character looked up. “Did you say something?”

Sighing loudly, I stood up. “Lyaka, could you please explain things to her when she’s calmed down? I need to go grab a bagel; I’ll be back before the fight starts.”

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“WELCOME, ONE AND ALL TO THE FINAL ROUND OF THE POKEMASTERS ROLE PLAYING TOURNAMENT!!! TODAY’S COMPETITORS ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST, THE CREAM OF THE CROP; EVERYONE GIVE A BIG HAND TO EVME15 AND THARGOR!”

I blushed slightly at the roar of the crowd, and then turned to my opponent. “Best of luck,” Thargor said, sticking out his hand.

“You too. I hope this is a great match,” I replied, shaking it.

“AND HERE COME THEIR FIGHTERS NOW! FOR THARGOR, IT’S THE PALADIN TIRANK AND THE PRIEST CORTES, AND FOR EVME IS THE ELEMENTALIST KAYLA AND THE ARCHER LYAKA!”

I looked down at my two characters with the pride of a parent. I guess in a sense, they were my children. I had created them into what they were from a few of someone else’s words typed onto a webpage. Lyaka stretched and tested the resistance of her bow for the final time. Kayla ran to the side and hurled up the excess of her breakfast, promptly returning with a look that suggested if anyone brought that up she’d knock their head off their shoulders. “Geeze, that’s embarrassing...” I whispered.

Across the field, Cortes was doing what appeared to be a prayer. Even from here I could see the glint of his golden cross, a small purple speck hiding itself within yellow. Tirank was sizing up my fighters, his great size proudly displayed beneath his armor. Yet again I found myself doubting our chances. Could we manage to pull off just one more fight?

“ROUND FOUR, FINALS... BEGIN!”

Kayla immediately charged toward Cortes, hands bearing fireballs. He only smiled calmly, raising the cross in front of himself. The female sneered, but suddenly found herself dealing with a glowing purple barrier. “Do you really believe you can beat me with powers not granted by God? In His name, I shall defeat you!”

“Dammit Kayla what are you doing?!” Lyaka shouted at her partner as she nimbly dodged the swordplay of the second opponent. She was fast, but dodging four blades was proving very tiring. The blonde-haired character quickly gained some distance and loaded a bow threateningly. Tirank seemed to smirk at the idea. “Crap, this is what I was worried about... armor, armor, more armor, where the heck am I supposed to aim?!”

Kayla mumbled a few choice words under her breath, finding not only her fire attacks but also lighting useless against the shield. Cortes removed the cork from the flask at his side, causing my fighter to reconsider her newly-thought up idea about trying a water attack. That left only two options. “Oh, well, time for the big guns...” Kayla closed her eyes and concentrated hard. A dark glow radiated from her body and raced at the priest. He took a step back in surprise, before quickly regaining his composure. Out of the flask suddenly flowed a steady stream of water, which rushed at the approaching darkness. The two collided, causing a loud hissing sound. After a few moments it was clear that Kayla had a small advantage. As the black slowly pushed its way towards and surrounded Cortes, the priest once again shifted to his defensive shield. “Even though I walk through the darkest valley I fear no evil, for the Lord art with me!”

Across the arena, the other battle was going in Thargor’s favor. Unable to find a sufficient weakness in Tirank’s armor, Lyaka had nowhere to shoot at. She possessed no other weapons or means of attack, and quickly found herself using all her strength to stay in one piece. Even this gave the Jang a lead, for the archer wasn’t used to tracking four different swords. With each swing-dodge, her opponent used less energy than she did. Lyaka disliked the look of things. Her only chance would have been to hit Tirank in the face. It seemed the paladin had already figured this out himself, however, and was being careful to guard it from any arrows she let loose. A thought struck the female, causing a maniacal grin spread across her face. She would have laughed right out loud if she had the breath. A point-blank shot. Yeah, that would do. He wouldn’t be able to block that with his sword!
Tirank slowed slightly, puzzled by his opponent. It was clear that he was winning, so why was she smiling? It only took a moment for him to find out. Lyaka rushed at him, bow loaded, closing the distance between them. She jumped, and was an instant from letting go of the string when something slammed into her right arm. The archer fell back to the ground, sliding on the dirt from the force of the impact. Her slightly injured appendage was frozen, hand still gripping the string. “Crap...” She quickly set herself as the paralysis spread from her arm to throughout her body. Her opponent looked on in amusement. “Do not worry. I won’t attack you when you’re defenseless, however you won’t be able to move for the rest of the battle.”

Kayla tipped sideways slightly before regaining her balance. She was becoming exhausted from maintaining the darkness, and it looked as if Cortes wasn’t having any problems within his barrier. So this meant that her only remaining option was to use psychic power. The trouble with that was sheer fatigue. Her mental state was already shaky enough. In a few minutes, Kayla wouldn’t be able to maintain her attack. She had to finish this as quickly as she could.
Half the crowd gasped as suddenly a stream of water shot out of the darkness. My fighter had only a second to react as the liquid plowed into the air where she’d been a moment ago. “Water! That’s it!”
The brunette quickly dashed towards Cortes as the darkness surrounding him disappeared. Before the priest could react, Kayla was within striking range, hands cradling a ball of electricity. “Eat this-AH!”
A flash of metal and my fighter was headed to the ground. Tirank had come over to assist his ally, managing to take a chunk out of Kayla’s shoulder in the process. The lightning attack was redirected, hitting the ground harmlessly and nurturing only a small flame on the dirt arena floor.
“It seems as if my timing is perfect today,” the Jang said as he glanced down at the female. “You are a good opponent, but in the end only the holy shall triumph,” Cortes added, crossing himself.

You’re not beat yet.
“What?” Kayla’s eyes snapped open as she heard a voice. It was familiar, but she couldn’t exactly remember where she’d heard it before...
I can help you. All you have to do is keep fighting.
“Mom?!” she gasped. It had been so long since she’d heard that voice, but it was definitely her mother’s... that’s when a flame caught Kayla’s eye. The spark from the lightning attack hadn’t yet burned out, even though it was on earth.
Now you’re catching on.
The tiny flicker of heat suddenly erupted into a great fire, surrounding Cortes and Tirank. “What in God’s name is this?!” the Jesuit shouted, covering his face with a sleeve to avoid the sudden rush of smoke. Tirank looked from side to side, his mane flowing. “My friend, I am unable to see under these conditions,” the paladin whispered. The heat signal given off by my fighter was probably obscured by the surrounding fire, giving Kayla the advantage!

“Finally someone up there is on our side...” I muttered under my breath. “Did you say something?” Thargor turned to me, fanning away some of the smoke that had drifted over to our area of the seats. “No, nothing!” I quickly turned back to the fight, stifling a cough.

The elementalist shakily got to her feet. The fire raging in front of her was not her own, and yet it felt almost as if it was. A small delusional chuckle found its way up her throat as Cortes desperately tried to douse the flames with holy water, which quickly evaporated. Tirank, unable to locate anything but his comrade, had taken a defensive stance. “Him first...”
With a giant leap that seemed to defy every law of human limits of exhaustion, Kayla launched herself directly above the Jang. “Your armor may be strong, but I bet it still conducts electricity!”
In a display that rivaled most fireworks, she threw a ball of lightning, larger than the previous, straight down at her opponent. The shock raced through Tirank, causing him to twitch repeatedly before collapsing to the ground.
As my fighter landed again, her legs caved in under her. “Crap, I can’t stand anymore...”
“I feel the need to congratulate you,” Cortes said through his sleeve, walking towards Kayla. “That is the first time in this entire tournament that one of us has been felled. I guess I should expect no less from the team we fight in the finals. However...” he withdrew a small knife from his robes. “By God’s Will, it will also be the last!”
The flames around them were diminishing. The brown-haired female struggled to get up; however finding this too difficult formed another ball of lightning. The priest laughed haughtily, bringing his cross up in front of himself. “You cannot touch me with that.”

From across the arena came a small whistling sound. It rapidly increased in volume until suddenly being cut off with a small bell-like tone. Both fighters stopped, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“KAYLA GRAB THE JEWEL SHARD!!!” I screamed. The two figures both gasped and looked down to see a small purple glint on the ground. Cortes made a reach for it, but Kayla was closer. As her hand closed around the Shikon jewel shard, she spotted an arrow a ways off. “Lyaka...?”
“That is mine!” the priest shouted, snapping Kayla out of her thoughts. In a rush of anger, he held out the knife and made a run at her. My fighter nimbly dodged, avoiding the attack easily. The power of the jewel was returning her energy to her, and she evaded Cortes’s repeated swipes effortlessly. Enraged at the loss of his shard, the priest stepped back and opened the flask, the fire having died down enough to not pose a threat. Water streamed out, only to collide headlong into a Barrier. “It’s my turn...” Kayla whispered, and suddenly the Jesuit was thrown backwards by a psychic force. He lay on the ground for a few moments, clutching his head and struggling before Kayla forced into unconsciousness.

A long pause followed, during which the only sound to be heard was that of the dying remains of the fire. Then...
“KAYLA IS THE ONLY CONTESTANT ABLE TO BATTLE!! THAT MEANS EVme15 WINS THE FIGHT, ROUND FOUR, AND THE TOURNAMENT!!” The roar of the crowd came like a tidal wave.
“I... won? I won. I won! I WON!” It suddenly clicked in my head. “That was a good-” I grabbed Thargor’s outstretched hand and shook it roughly before catapulting myself out of the seats and onto the arena. “WE WON WE WON WE WON WE WON WE-! ... Kayla? Yoo-hoo... Kayla, you there?”
The brown-haired girl was standing frozen to the spot, staring off into space. Her hand went limp, and the jewel shard fell out. “Oh, huh, what? Lyaka...”
She and I both turned. Lyaka was still mostly frozen. The fingers of her right hand, the ones that had been holding the bow string, were completely bloody. Her arm was locked into a firing position aimed where the fight had just finished. The arrow that had been on the string was absent. The bow had been fired.
Kayla clapped. “I get it now! LYAKA, YOU SAVED ME!!! WE WON!!!” She started jumping up and down around her teammate, shouting in celebration at the top of her lungs.
“That’s nice, now can we get me unfrozen or something?”
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Well, there it is. A combination of a ton of writer's block and a lot of last-minute typing. I gave it my best... I can only hope it's good enough.
It's been fun. See you in three weeks (which means if I happen to win, I might not exactly post in the awards topic. Or the congrats topic if I lose. Oh well).