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Post by Kismet on Feb 22, 2010 16:08:10 GMT -5
Richter let out a small grunt as he hefted his attaché case off his back and plopped it onto the ground. With a horrific crash, it slammed into the dry coliseum dirt and sent plumes of dust into the air, cracking the ground beneath it. Rubbing his shoulders absentmindedly, he took a moment to survey the battlefield.
The arena was perfectly circular, perhaps a hundred meters in diameter. There was no cover of any sort, and no way out. The only exit was in defeat or victory. There were also no sign of the other competitors. Richter pursed his lips. It didn’t really matter, of course. Everyone had to arrive before they started, but it irked him that he should be the early bird. He was the medic, after all.
Still, there was nothing to be done. So, taking a seat on his behemoth attaché case, he sat down and made himself as comfortable as possible. And waited.
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Post by SLE on Feb 22, 2010 20:38:47 GMT -5
With a concerned expression on her face, she entered the stage. The circular arena was shocking. It made it seem like an official fight. Though, she had to play her part, for her partner. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have stayed in at all. She looked around at the empty crowds. Good, nobody had a chance of being hurt. Well, nobody except the fighters.
From the far side of the arena, there was a man wearing glasses and a medic's outfit. Was he here to heal us during battle? That seemed unfair. We could keep fighting forever if we had someone to heal us. Also if that was true, Ai was the first one there. She had no idea what her opponents or even her partner looked like! That's no good. Luckily, she was early, if he came up now, she could discuss strategy. Though, it'd depend on her opponents. In all honesty, she hoped that her opponents wouldn't show up. She could win by default. That'd be nice.
Though, Ai wanted to meet this Medic guy who was gonna heal her. She'd want to see what kind of guy was gonna heal her. So what to do? She just rushes up to him, waving and shouting like an idiot. "Hey! You! What's your name?"
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Post by Kismet on Feb 22, 2010 21:53:23 GMT -5
(OOC: Figured SLE and I could have a bit of pre-match bantering while we waited.)
Richter looked up at the girl’s call, nonplussed. Great. he though, a pre-match meet and greet. Because I obviously look like I want to talk to people.
She looked to be at about the end of her adolescent years, so it was still socially acceptable to be skipping around, smiling and waving like a two year old. Funny how things worked like that. Enjoy it while you can, girly. People start looking at you funny once you start doing that past thirty. She had short black hair which offset her pure white outfit. The contrast between her hair and blue eyes was actually quite striking. He might have thought her pretty, if she hadn’t been trying to talk to him.
He remained sitting on his attaché case as she approached; only extending his gaze upwards. “The name is Richter.” He said blandly. “I take it you’re here for the tournament as well then?”
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Post by SLE on Feb 23, 2010 0:07:45 GMT -5
Ah, so his name was Richter... Wait, wasn't his opponent's name Richter? Oh, wait, nevermind. It was Matthew. That must've just been a coincidence. But wait, the tournament as well? Did that mean he was competing against her? Or did she just take that out of context? The way he said it, maybe she's just been one of the many people to greet him from the tournament. Darn it, she hoped she was going to be the first, what with the empty arena.
But something didn't add up. If so many people met him already, and other matches were going on right then, why was he just in here? Are there clerics for every stadium? Wait, then why did people already meet THIS guy out of everyone? Ai decided to stop just guessing to herself and speak out.
"Wait, so, are you competing in the tournament, or what?" She finally managed to blurt out after getting all her thoughts together. Though, now she felt bad. What if he was going to be offended or something? His life's work is to help people, not hurt them. Or even worse, maybe she'd have to fight this guy. He looked kinda unkempt too. Rough exterior, glasses, and stubble. Hopefully, she wouldn't be shooting arrows made of energy at some helpless human. That'd just be unfair.
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Post by Kismet on Feb 23, 2010 3:25:12 GMT -5
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Richter asked, surprised. He gingerly removed his glasses and produced a small cloth from his pocket, and began cleaning them. “No, I’m not fighting in the tournament. I’m no good at it, you see.”
All perfectly true, of course. Except at the “not being good at fighting” part. He actually was rather good at that. But he would not actually be doing any brawling, unless it was absolutely necessary. And even then, he wouldn’t be competing. Just surviving.
“My specialties,” he continued, raising his glasses into the sunlight for inspection “is keeping people stitched together. Not tearing them apart.” Pocketing his bit of cloth, he pushed his glasses back onto his nose. “And even then, that’s other people. I’m a bit of a wimp,” he told her conspiratorially, as if admitting some shameful secret. “Fists start flying at my face and I just freeze up. A single knock to the head and I’m pretty much out.” He smiled nervously. “I guess that’s why I sit back and heal people, rather than go out and fight myself.”
“Ah, but I’m forgetting my manners.” He said, standing and extending his hand. “I’m sorry, what is your name?”
Richter didn’t feel the slightest shred of guilt for feeding the girls his lies. None whatsoever. In fact, he was rather pleased with himself.
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Post by graydove on Feb 23, 2010 4:40:58 GMT -5
From the stands, Isaac couldn't get a good enough view of the two currently on the battlefield to run a decent analasys of them. However, he had gathered who they were, the man with the large case was his opponent Richter, and since he was told that he would also be facing off against K-55, a familiar foe, he assumed the girl must be Ai.
Finishing the bag of popcorn he had, acquired, from a vendor, he crummpled the paper bag into a ball and jumped from the stands. Landing a few dozen yards away from his partner, he tossed the wadded up ball at her head, as a sort of, punishment for her previous obliviousness to his presence.
Then turning his gaze to the man, he icely called out, "Hey! I want to get this over with as soon as possible! So get your partner out here and let's do this already!"
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Post by Kismet on Feb 24, 2010 23:42:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Thread discontinued. SLE and Gray are rescheduled to face BB and Star. Sorry for the recurring inconveniences. This will hopefully be the last. Time extensions on all matches.)
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