Heroes of Light, Battle! The Ultimate Golsaucian Tournament Begins!

[tiredcharmer]

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...

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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!

Comments

[neverbeamemory]

Just as Sephiroth managed to get his stance recovered enough with which to block the onslaught which carries on, Okuyasu then seemingly teleported inside of his range again and along with the inherent weakness of this Job, all Sephiroth could do was roll with each of the Fire-charged punches that followed. Each strike connected for its high damage and then some-

Much too occupied to notice any sort of tank tread-like noises, it's by chance that Sephiroth manages to retaliate with a roundhouse kick which gives just a fraction of enough breathing space to execute [Telekinetic Pulse] in a medium-strength push to knock Okusayu back into a range by which Sephiroth could counter.

Which he does, immediately pulling his [Scintilla] attack in order to stun and get that five-strike rapid flurry in, by return.

[righthandstand]

Okuyasu yelled as he struck out for another punch, only to be hit by a pulse and another set of sword strikes. He grunts as he teleports himself above the floor to land to land on his feet--

The sound of tank treads catch his attention. He was not around to witness the full fight between Koichi and Sheer Heart Attack, so the noise did not tell him to run away as fast as he can. He didn't know what he was not supposed to do.

But a threat was a threat, and there was something sinister in the streets of Morioh. If only he could get Sephiroth to get in the line of attack. Or not.

Okuyasu uses his turn to Teleport twenty feet...up, onto a rooftop overlooking the alley.

[manlycharms]

"First the explosion, and now this..." He pauses as he watches the fighting ensue. Despite the sound of the tank treads, everyone seems quite focused on their fight. "Well! Time will tell what lurks in the shadows. Our combatants may want to keep their eyes and ears open, lest they fall victim to a surprise attack."

The earlier explosion was proof of the innate danger this battlefield carries.

"But Okuyasu seems just as privy to the danger! After an impressive escape from Sephiroth's counterattack, he's performed not one, but two consecutive teleports. Just what is he planning, now that he's gained some distance from his foes? With the ice storm's end, I suspect we'll see a shift in the tide of battle."

[transect]

"Not a terrible idea, getting himself out of the range of that sword's uncanny length," Okuyasu had some good sense after all, it seemed— colour this gem slightly impressed. Only slightly, though.

"Ena isn't one to be trifled with either though, seemingly unbothered by the possibility of danger lurking just out of our current viewing range, she's queued up quite the attack chain for Kanji to deal with— sending out four, no— five bolts of magical energy after quite the landing."