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Heroes of Light, Battle! The Ultimate Golsaucian Tournament Begins!
Who: The Heroes of Light!
When: June 16th-19th
Where: Sparks Golsaucia
What: After weeks of getting hounded by the press, corporations, and prospective fiances, Octavaux Dairesault offers the Heroes of Light a way out: by participating in this year's Golsaucian Gauntlet, taking the form of a fighting tournament.
Warnings/Notes: Tournament arc, congoers.
An Offer You Can't Refuse (Prelude)
It starts not long after June begins. Maybe somebody proposes to you in the middle of the street. Or you're bumrushed by a horde of solicitors who want to use your image for whatever product they're peddling. Or maybe a reporter literally busts down your door to get an interview. Whatever the case, the Heroes soon find it's impossible to find a semblance of peace and quiet in early June. Around every corner and in every building is somebody who is just dying to talk to you, or more commonly, several somebodies, each at cross purposes. Even your homes aren't safe, as a few particularly nutty fans are willing to break and enter to get your autograph.
You have to deal with all of this for a week, until you're contacted by Octavaux Dairesault, organizer of the previous year's smash hit Golsaucian Gauntlet. He's noticed (and perhaps orchestrated) your plight, and offers you a way out: simply participate in his tournament and/or the events around it, and the attention will lessen. Considering how things get worse every day, you don't have a lot of options...
Sparks Golsaucia HeroCon 20XX
As it turns out, the events around the tournament that Octavaux casually mentioned are really a huge, city-spanning con. Cosplayers are everywhere. Artist alley takes up two entire districts. You can't take two steps without bumping into a merchandise stall. Thankfully, the limos Octavaux has provided means that you don't have to fight your way through a horde of ravening fans to reach the centerpiece of the whole debacle: the arena. A massive Colosseum with bleeding-edge technology to allow for the creation of stages drawn from... something. Octavaux refuses to elaborate on that. Whatever the case, you finally have the respite that you need. There's delicious food, cushy bedrooms, exercise rooms... pretty much whatever you want. And best of all, nobody prying into your business. How will you spend your precious, precious free time?
Of course, the tournament isn't all some of you are here for. Maybe you've decided to host a panel, in which case you're contractually obligated to appear among thousands upon thousands of fans and give a spiel. And give autographs. Lots of autographs. With really weird requests too.
Whatever the case... the tournament is about to begin!
When: June 16th-19th
Where: Sparks Golsaucia
What: After weeks of getting hounded by the press, corporations, and prospective fiances, Octavaux Dairesault offers the Heroes of Light a way out: by participating in this year's Golsaucian Gauntlet, taking the form of a fighting tournament.
Warnings/Notes: Tournament arc, congoers.
An Offer You Can't Refuse (Prelude)
It starts not long after June begins. Maybe somebody proposes to you in the middle of the street. Or you're bumrushed by a horde of solicitors who want to use your image for whatever product they're peddling. Or maybe a reporter literally busts down your door to get an interview. Whatever the case, the Heroes soon find it's impossible to find a semblance of peace and quiet in early June. Around every corner and in every building is somebody who is just dying to talk to you, or more commonly, several somebodies, each at cross purposes. Even your homes aren't safe, as a few particularly nutty fans are willing to break and enter to get your autograph.
You have to deal with all of this for a week, until you're contacted by Octavaux Dairesault, organizer of the previous year's smash hit Golsaucian Gauntlet. He's noticed (and perhaps orchestrated) your plight, and offers you a way out: simply participate in his tournament and/or the events around it, and the attention will lessen. Considering how things get worse every day, you don't have a lot of options...
Sparks Golsaucia HeroCon 20XX
As it turns out, the events around the tournament that Octavaux casually mentioned are really a huge, city-spanning con. Cosplayers are everywhere. Artist alley takes up two entire districts. You can't take two steps without bumping into a merchandise stall. Thankfully, the limos Octavaux has provided means that you don't have to fight your way through a horde of ravening fans to reach the centerpiece of the whole debacle: the arena. A massive Colosseum with bleeding-edge technology to allow for the creation of stages drawn from... something. Octavaux refuses to elaborate on that. Whatever the case, you finally have the respite that you need. There's delicious food, cushy bedrooms, exercise rooms... pretty much whatever you want. And best of all, nobody prying into your business. How will you spend your precious, precious free time?
Of course, the tournament isn't all some of you are here for. Maybe you've decided to host a panel, in which case you're contractually obligated to appear among thousands upon thousands of fans and give a spiel. And give autographs. Lots of autographs. With really weird requests too.
Whatever the case... the tournament is about to begin!
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He regards Bowser for a moment. "Shall we join them, do you think, or would you prefer to duke it out here?"
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It was like she hadn't noticed they were in some sort of competitive match... or maybe they were in a rock-off. Who knew? But with a shuffle in her heeled boots, the bard entered a smooth moonwalk into a nearby convenience store. Maybe she needed some Ding-Dongs or Kupo Nut Moogle-os.
A girl could have a snack, right...? What was she doing?
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He looks at the mechanical being who would be fighting with him. "Wait, aren't you the small green metal guy? Minimus, right? Didn't we fight together at the temple of Zodiark?"
When the arena does change, as the rain burns his skin, Bowser responds. "For now, I think we should get to know each other one on one. Dr. Dry Bones did say you needed some new friends, right?" Bowser taunts. Then, he uses Whirling Fortress and becomes a spinning shell, dashing toward Kuja.
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There was little time to elaborate when the stadium transformed into an unknown cityscape.
This...was slightly uncomfortable. The setting brought to mind civilizations of the planets where the Great War took place, destroying civilians property and taking hundreds of lives. His instinct - to follow the Autobot Code and avoid damaging the props - told him to exercise extreme caution, but considering the group he was with, these structures would not stand for long.
In addition, the acid raid pelting the armor is damaging his defenses. Not an unfamiliar hazard to mechanical lifeforms, but cover is a bit difficult in rubble. Before he searches for protection, he has to ensure that his opponent is not stabilized.
He slams the Magnus Hammer on the ground with a mighty blow, creating a localized small earthquake through the might of the Hammer of Justice.
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He really shouldn't gush this much, but dang it, he's biased. So very, very biased. Of course, said gushing ends abruptly when Ultra Magnus slams the hammer down. Papyrus' eyes go big and googly, and he gasps.
"OH DEAR!!! I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING. THAT JUST GOES TO SHOW THE TREMENDOUS MIGHT OF MINIM... I MEAN, ULTRA MAGNUS!!! WHICH IS EVEN MORE INCREDIBLE WHEN YOU CONSIDER HIS USUAL APPEARANCE. OR ORIGINAL APPEARANCE? THE POINT IS, HE WAS A LOT SMALLER BEFORE!!!
THEY GROW UP SO FAST... BUT MADDIE, BE CAREFUL!"
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Frisk smirks at their own pun, making fingers leaning back in their seat as they wait for it to process with Papyrus.
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Frisk has the right of it, of course, and he takes to the skies in short order, droplets shimmering as they impact his Protect shield. He changes, then, exchanging the white sherwani he'd appeared in for something altogether more ostentatious, a flowing longcoat, black-blue as midnight, with a feathered ruff in black about the collar. There was a staff, too, one Frisk had got him so very long ago, a finely-crafted thing of ebony. True, it was probably telegraphing his change to [Black Mage] more than a little bit, but it's the thought that counts.
"Tell me, Bowser, do you know what happens to a tortoise when it's struck by lightning?" He [Focus]es, spreading his arms wide as he revels, for the moment, in the storm.
Yes. He is grandstanding. But what better venue to do it in?
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Aggressive? Aggressive.
"You're a tease, you know that? Guess I'll just come to you!" The air wavered, and from the ripple in the air emerged the tiefling, ready to rumble. But seeing as he was ready to make his own shockwaves...
"SURPRISE!" Her voice was like a storm, blasting outward in concussive force in her Thunderwave, her signature. All the while, with the guitar strapped to her back, still somehow playing a helpful tune, backed the way she withdrew her beloved whip and let it unfurl in the air, ready for her next strike.
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Slightly disoriented, the hammer collapsed into a more portable form. The Magnus Armor transformed into a large truck and barreled down the street towards the source of that shockwave.
Madhuri would finder a large vehicle crashing through the walls of the shop and into the single occupant in a forceful Car Crash.
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"THE UNPARALLELED MUSICAL PERFORM-"
That.
That is a truck. Ultra Magnus just turned into a truck and is flying toward Maddie.
"H-HEY!!! NO HITTING PEOPLE WITH TRUCKS! EVEN IF YOU ARE THE TRUCK. BECAUSE...
WELL. JUST BE CAREFUL ABOUT RECKLESS DRIVING!"
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He keeps the spell primed, and books it for where Madhuri's having a traffic collision. Shame, really, to abandon a perfectly good line like that- but he makes sure to smirk for the cameras before he leaves. If he was trying to get Bowser to flinch and go on the defensive, then that's alright. He's not retreating for a tactical advantage at all, he's bluffing. It's all part of the plan, and he most certainly is not improvising in the heat of the moment. That would be unsporting.
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But now there was a truck coming at her. "Oh. ...Oh, my."
With it hurtling at her, she had some options. She could either open a door and step through it, or she could make this a little more interesting. Madhuri quickly opened the pocket of her coat and withdrew her handkerchief.
A mark began to gleam over the surface, her Glyph of Warding and she held it before her. "Toro!"
So, yes. She'll take that truck to the face. But with striking her came a pillar of explosive lightning magic that rocked from her central point and outward. Sure, she'll feel it in the morning, but she had to give a show, didn't she?
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He is promptly rewards with a blast of light that knocks him onto the opposite end of where the building used to be. He transforms back right after he hits the ground.
"Clever." Her skills are incredible, but so are his. It's risky to keep a distance between himself and a magic-user if she has incredible skills like this. While he was pulling himself up, he aims a Righteous Shot from his gun.
There's also the issue of the rain. The holes created from his entrance is letting in the deathly precipitation.
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Though that gun seems a bit concerning. Nonetheless, she managed to take on a flying truck. Clearly, Maddie is the champion. The beacon of hope in these trying times!
He gasps, though, as Magnus hits his target. "BUT WHAT AN ENORMOUS IMPACT! OUR OTHER COMBATANTS ARE GOING TO HAVE TO BE EXTREMELY CAREFULLY. ESPECIALLY GIVEN THEIR LACK OF RAINCOATS."