Dark Tournament RP Chapter 0: The Meeting and Journeying
 

[Okay, here's how it'll go...

*Chapter 0 will have us meet each other, and travel towards the island where the tournament is.
*Chapters 1-4 are matches. We'll have up to five matches, but it'll likely be just four. Whatever fits.
*Before a match starts, you'll need to put up the position you want to be for the match. Otherwise, I'll choose it myself.
*Have fun, and don't Godmod.]

Inside a bar near the outskirts of a city, a young man waited, a small cup on his hands. He was sitting in a stool, sipping its contents cautiously. 'They should be here already...' he thought, putting the cup on the table. He then pulled out a pocketwatch and looked at it, then put it back. 'Hn. They really don't have sense, do they?'

(Ooc Hey, I got here first! Sweet.)
Faze was lost. Lost like a dog. Lost like a dog that had just been hit by three cars, attacked by fire ants, and then his prone body was quickly robbed of it's wallet. Then like a dog he chased down said thief with half of a conscious brain and promptly introduced the thief to his Timbs, booting the senseless thief through somebody's window. And finally like a dog, after all was said and done and he had walked off he snapped back to his senses and wondered where he was. Because of this slight detour, Faze had lost his sense of direction somewhere near the second blow to the head from a Scion, and dropped his map upon the third hit from some other suv. He had been hit by the car while checking a map when he should have been watching for the crosswalk, and was creamed by a incoming taxi.

He rubbed his head. The chase hadn't helped either, and now he was somewhere in the darker alleys of a very large city he had never been to before. He had been directed by the Table of Light that a group that agreed to let him join. It also stated that they would gather at a bar called "The Meating and Jurkey" based upon a title of a reknowned fantasy story's first chapter, with a food twist. Faze got the idea in his head that it probably was something gothic or magically themed, and kinda worried about someone like him showing up. It's not that he couldn't handle anybody he met there, it was just that Faze found that he looked as menacing as a member of the Vienna Boy's Choir. So he made a quick stop at local hot topic in the city, found nothing to his liking, and just decided to find a salon and get his long flowing locks of hair spiked. It made him look considerably tougher, but cost him $50 and 5 minutes at the mercy of the effeminate stylist. He rushed off looking at a city map, but it only listed the big name bars, giving Faze the idea that the spot was probably either a hole in the wall spot or hard to get to. Then he was hit by the car and here we are.

Faze wandered through a maze of side alleys, back alleys, tiny roads and followed bent and vandalized signs. As he neared the bend of a very dark alley, he felt someone poke him in the back with something.

"Freeze! Hands where I can see them pal!" Faze raised his hands as the man asked him to, and turned around. The person turned out to be a rather mean looking man in a hooded sweater, with the darkness of the hood covering the man's eyes.
"Can I help you sir?"
Faze asked the strange man.
"Yeah, you could help me pal. Just hand over your money."
Fate made an apologetic face. "I'm sorry sir, but my Mom told me to do anything rash with my money. Especially since I'm carrying so much." Fate reached into his pocket and pulled out fairly large wad of bills. The man smiled upon seeing such bounty.

"Well if you don't hand over the cash, you aint never gonna see your Mom again, pal."

The man pointed what he had poked Faze with earlier into Faze's face, giving him a better look at it. It was a small handgun, maybe .45 caliber, that put painful burning metal into people, and could cause death to your average mortal.

"How can you call me pal while pointing a gun at me?" Faze queried. "How about shutting up and forking it over, okay pal?"

A thunderbolt seemed to strike Faze's mind. He was being 'mugged'. He had heard somewhere that they do things like this in cities, and that it was done by bad people. Having evidence to believe the man in front of him was a bad person, he whipped his left hand forward and snatched away the man's gun and chucked it behind him. He had done this in lighting speed, so fast the man didn't even notice it being taken.

"Hurry up and hand it-" The man was about to continue his mugging, when he discovered the gun was gone. The next thing the man knew was that he was soaring through the air, then he hit the ground with a thud. he looked up to see Faze staring over him. Faze lifted the man up with one arm and outstretched his arm putting the mugger at a distance from him. The mugger heard honking below him. He looked down to see cars driving through traffic. He looked around him to see that he was somehow on top of a high building, being held over the edge by the young punk he tried to mug. The man tried to scream, but fear kept his mouth trapped shut. Faze's eyes glowed a menacing red.

"Now I have just one thing you've got to tell me, or you're going bungee jumping with out the bungee." Faze hissed with a silent malevolent whisper. "Where is the bar called Meating and Jurkey?" The startled mugger lamely moved his arm, pointing down the street to an easily see-able bar with a large green neon sign with the words "The Meating and Jurkey."

Faze dropped the man in shock. "Damn! How'd I manage to not notice that?" the mugger screamed as he fell down the dark side of the building. Faze watched the man fall. Just as his life was flashing past his eyes, a man pushing an open full dirty dumpster to the alley came underneath him and there was an explosion of trash flying in every direction. The mugger passed out with a whimper as nearby people investigated the mess. Faze walked away from the edge of the roof. "Uh... Oops, my bad!" Faze leapt quickly from building to building towards the bar...

Son Gokin walked swiftly, but catiously down the street in the city. His green gi (ooc:that's what a karate outfit is called, right?/ooc) drew a few looks, but none that lingered. In the month that he had been forced to this reality he had become no less uncomfortable with how different and yet, at the same time, how similar things were here. It was as if someone had stretched the world, tried to compress it back, and everything was less distorted. One of the biggest distortions that he had to get used to was the demons. He didn't entirely understand about these demons. Somehow, or somewhere, a demon world was connected to this reality's earth. Apparently some celestial force kept them in check, but they still roamed about the world. He eventually learned to sense their distinct auras that intermixed with the humans. Some were even half-human, which gave their auras a sort of wavering feel to them: like they couldn't make up their mind.

The first week he was here, Gokin scrambled around for a way back to his own reality. After his frantic search turned up nothing, he settled in to wait and hope that something presented itself. That was his first encoutner with the hidden world in this reality. Two demons attacked him, for what reason he didn't know, but they were quickly beaten senseless, and Gokin had a new lead. Two weeks, and several beatings and interrogations, later he found out about the Dark Tournament. Something akin to the Budokai in his world, except fought with teams and was less controlled he decided this was his only chance. The winners of the tournament are given whatever they desired. This seemed the only possibilty for Gokin to return to his own reality. If the powers behind this tournament couldn't do what he wanted, no one could, and he would have to get used to the idea of spending the rest of his days here.

And it was the tournament that brought him to the door of a bar on a street at the edge of a city in a world that was both his and not his. He had been approached to join a team that would be entering the tournament, and he immediately seized the chance. He had no way of knowing how many years he would have to wait for another.

As Gokin opened the door, he suddenly felt something that drew his attention up towards the roof. Something with a very strong aura was approaching, but just as quickly as he sensed it, it was gone again. Strong indeed, he thought as he stepped inside. He took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimmer light and looked around. A young man at the end of the bar noticed him and waved him over. Gokin walked over and sat down on a stool on the corner of the bar. He nodded in greeting, then waited for the man to give him the information he was sent here to get.

After a few moments, a man had appeared. Unlike the others, however, his spiritual energy was visible. Of course, he only saw it because he was an expert at that, and he had decided onto calling those men anyway. He waved a hand towards him, calling the man closer.

A few minutes afterward, another had appeared. He had flared his own aura some time before, but it was probably a moment of lack of self-control. He did the same gesture, and the man replied the same way.

The young man looked at his two companions. "Seems as if the others haven't gotten here yet. No matter. State your name, race, and powers, please."

OOC: Sorry that I won't be writing an indepth post, I only shine on fighting. Actually Im really rushed right now and I have almost no time at all so this one is going to suck but I will get better.

IC: A you person walked into the bar, he was getting many strange stares because of his traditional Japenese outfit. Ignoring them the person walked over to the man he assumed to be his trainer. Calling over a waitress he said to him "Did I come to the right bar or what?" as the waitress got to him he asked "Do you have any sake?"

The young man nodded. "Yeah, I'm the reception for the team. Now there are at least two more members we need."

"So, state your name, race, and powers, please."

Faze stared at the man who waved and another who was standing by him. There was something strange about this man's casualness about gathering fighters for some "Dark Tournament", and the sheer fact he picked this bar, of all places. Faze was correct, it did have a fable theme that featured old fashioned goblets and those large beer cups they had in the medieval era, as well as fantasy names for the brews. On the plus side they served those large chicken thighs that you could only get at the Renaisance festival as well as the barmaids wore a chauvinist's version of wench outfit.

The man who was also there appeared to be another applicant, with spiky black hair that went in every direction, kinda similar to Faze's brown orderly spikes. Faze noticed his gi, and percieved him to be a martial artist, but he knew of few disciplines that allowed unkept hair. The martial artist didn't hide his mana like most other powerful fighters, so Faze could see that he was both powerful and wasn't from around here. Well, that made two of them.

the man who waved looked at them. "Seems as if the others haven't gotten here yet. No matter. State your name, race, and powers, please."

Faze chipped in first. "Hello, my name's Faezerui Malben. But most call me Faze." the man sitting at the bar. "As for what race i am, I think I can be labelled as 'white' despite my japanese/latin/israelic lineage."

The man gave him a look that meant he was asking for something else. Fayte looked around. "What? Do you want me to tell you whether or not I'm a demon or something? In a bar filled with normal people?" Faze whispered. "Well, to be honest with you, I'm not so sure what I am, as I've been told I am a demon, but I'm more humane than most humans. So I suppose half demon will do."

"And as for my power..." Faze pulled out a small twig from his pocket and put it on the counter. As the others watched, the twig began to float upwards, slowly but surely, until it was infront of the man. It stopped in midair, then burst into a flame. As the ashes of the twig fell to the ground, the flame itself flew about between Faze and the man. None of the other people or staff were looking, so Faze made the flames dance before the man's eyes, making shapes and swirling around into the word "Fire Demon."

Shazu had had a pissy day. He didn't look physically strong, so there almost always seemed someone thinking or robbing him. And he was sick of it, so now he looked for a way to get the strength needed to get them off of him forever. He had known about the Dark Tournament, but he didn't think that would be an option. Of course, now he stands at the bar, with what might be his one opening for the Dark Tournament. He heistated for a moment, fighting in a batle of strengths to become strong didn't sound liek the best of plans, then walked in. In a few seconds after entering he saw someone motion him over and off he went.

Two others entered the bar. One was a man resplendant in a traditional japanese kimono and white hair. After conferring with the man, he then ordered some sake. Strangely enough, the bar had some and he commenced drinking.

The Second was a scrawny youth with short black hair and what appeared to be tattoos running down his arms were actually strange cuts. Faze wondered if he needed a bandaid. The Man waved to him as well.

The man replied "Name Kimimaro Kaguya, race human and powers creating bones and regeneration, I would show you now but" Kimimaro gestures towards the regular people.