Twin Rose Tourney Gathering

[Nynx]

Ignoring the man who so carelessly insulted half of the people here, her eyes focused on the man in front of her. A strong muscular man with long, white hair and a scruffy beard that looks like it will tickle a girl. He was looking more and more delicious. Kashouneko wasn't talking apparently. More than likely, her face was pressed against her palm, ashamed at Ayame's flirtatious nature. The man seemed to be looking for someone in particular, perhaps a partner or his life partner. Whichever it was, She was sure to grasp it. The newcomer to the party made to one of the participants cry. What as asshole right? However after taking a quick glance she noticed that girl looked familar.

Isn't that Angel?....

Indeed it was... The little girl that likes bushes, she was trying to prevent her mind from thinking any naughty thoughts. Ayame knew she would have to tend to her later but for now, she wanted to know who this guy was. She removed the rose from her hair and held it in her hand, around the right side her face. She gave him a seductive smile and spoke in a calm, soothing voice. " Koizumi Ayame at your service but you may call my Koizumi. Might you be my knight in shinning armor known as Kin?

[graydove]

"Why am I here again, this seems so out of character" whined Isaac as he walked toward the center of the park.

"Because my boy, what a better chance to fufil your duties than at a place like this!" rang the voice of Malcolm, one of the more dominant souls in his body.

He thought about it, what Malcolm had said was true.... but. Scanning the area, he saw that he had entered a congregation of imbeciles, there was no one that stuck out in his mind, except for an out of place little girl a few yards away, but that was just because her constant wailing was getting on his nerves.

He had just decided that staying in that hell hole wasn't worth it, that he would find a quieter place to unleash his chaos upon, when an rather uninteresting man walked up to him.

"Why hello there young man! You must be here for the tournament!"

'Not duh, retard' Isaac silently replied.

"Here you go!" the man exclaimed, handing Isaac a rose, before walking off.

Starring at the flower, he saw "Ai" stitched onto a petal. Isaac just looked at it, kind of dumbfoundedly for a few moments, before crushing the delicate flower and tossing its remains on the ground.

"A flower, seriously!? God I hate this..."

[Big Boss]

Kin looked at her, paying no attention to the loudmouth who just arrived, he dosent know a thing about kotarian customs, long hair was just normal for him. His mood was lightened a bit. "Yea, Kins the name, SSS commander at your service." Kin said as he made a bow just like a knight would, just for the heck of it. "Its a pleasure to meet you Koizumi." Kin said. He took out his rose and looked at it and then at Her. Right before he was gonna say something, he noticed the cries of a child. Kins priorities took a new direction. SSS protocal insisted that children were to be helped at any case, besides it made the SSS look better in the eyes of the public too.

"Excuse me for one second." Kin said to his new partner. He then ran over to the little girl. She looked at him, Now im sure the child would be freaking out right about now, due to the fact it was a big muscular guy with an eye patch and a beard. But Kin bent over and smiled. He took out a pocket survival knife and cut the thorns off his rose, then he placed it in her hair. "Dont worry little one, ill make sure you are fine." Kin said with a smile.

[Kismet]

Richter laughed, taking a step backward. “Cute kid. Real cute. Nothing says badass like an oversized pair of chopsticks.” He paused to push his glasses farther up onto his nose, tilting his downward into a condescending glare as he did so. “I mean, you must be tough, having the balls to yell at a little girl like that. Lord knows I don’t have the steel cajones to pull a stunt like that.”

Richter smirked, then turned away from Sour and picked up his attaché case. Glancing around again, he confirmed that his partner was still nowhere to be seen. “Wonderful.” He muttered. “Absolutely wonderful. I have to suffer the company of a bunch of adolescent pricks and my partner isn’t even here.” Whatever. He’d just mull about. Watch the white haired hippie tend to the screeching girl, reminding him why he despised children. Kin, was his name. So prim and proper, so chivalrous, coming to the aid of the little brat. Or maybe he was gay and trying to get away from the women? Things to ponder.

Relaxing, Richter took a seat on an empty bench and nodded to Sour, resuming. “We’ll see if you can back up your shit when the time comes, so you can save your breath and spare me the posturing.”

[Tony Redgrave]

Ah geez. So much was happening at one time and so quickly that our young hero couldn't respond to it all. The lady had insulted him before he could ask his question, (which.. didn't matter since he got his answer) The mean guy in the lab coat trounced in insulted him and then everyone, some guy turned up dead down the road, and then some guy with obscenely long gray hair appeared! Was he the lead singer from the 80's band Whitesnake and he was going to sing some love ballads to get this tourney in a loving mood?

If only that were so.

Like always however, Nouri simply shrugged it off and walked over to his would be partner after hearing promises of burying the hatchet so they could form the ultimate alliance to kick the apparently "good" doctors rump. Eh sure.. why not? "Such fowl language oh fellow comrade." He said just before placing his hands back into the pockets of that yellow trench coat of his. "Though, for the sake of simulated anger and trash talking, I agree with you and I will use my own colorful lingo. I'm going to put my foot so far up Doctor Douche's booty that the water on my knee will surely quench his thirst."

And it was a promise he would make good on.. so he hoped

[Insectvoria]

Insectvoria had managed to avoid the attention of everyone for a long time. He had inconspicuously lied back in a patch of flowers, thus hiding himself in the greenery. It wasn't like he was stalking everyone else, hiding from view while listen to their banter... he wasn't even paying attention to them. Rather, he was just staring at the sky, watching the bees fly over him performing their daily tasks. They wouldn't give him much of a conversation, and Insectvoria had little interest in talking with Sour, Nouri, Ayame, or any of the other people who's names he heard. He had no attraction to trash-talking or pre-fight training, he was merely waiting until the tournament started. He had yet to receive a rose, so, he still did not know his partner.

[Angel]

She had been TRYING to calm down. Yes, the man with half a face was really scary and she wanted to avoid him at all costs, his bones still making her want to shiver.. and yes, the thought that someone had been hurt and she hadn't done anything to stop it was bothering her horribly. But that didn't mean she was trying her best to get a handle of herself, she was a mature little lady.

But then the bigger boy. He yelled at her.. he yelled at her big.

She was in hysterics by this point, crying her eyes out. People were so mean, people were so mean, people were so mean. She felt like hiding but couldn't see anywhere to hide! All she wanted to do was sit there and wail, but shortly this changed as she was approached by another, a big and gruff man with large amounts of silver hair. She flinched as he bent down and pulled out her knife and even made a small yelp with her squeaky little voice, but then suddenly he put another rose in her hair softly and her eyes opened. "Don't worry little one.. I'll make sure you'll be fine.." is what he said.

Yeah, that was good. Really good. Sure, sure.. that was good. Her mind was racing, and she was trying to calm herself down as quick as possible.. but it was so hard. Skull. Blood. Heart. Shut up. Eventually, her mind was so filled with such sadness and strangeness but all she wanted to do was not think about it. She needed to not think about it, she needed to just thank this man for his happy gift. The desperate got so huge in fact, that she did something she almost never did, she used on of her magic spells on herself.

Twirling her finger a tad, she sent a small amount of bright yellow glittery... magic at her own leg, blasting it and it being instantly absorbed into her little body. A few moments passed, but then instantly her eyes shot up, in fact.. more than that, her legs shot up and she was on her little feet in a flash. The first feeling she had was well..

"Squuee!!!" she yelled, making a very loud and giggly sound that sounded way too happy to be the girl who was just wailing about. "Thank chu so much mister! Angel wuvvles her rose!" she said, twirling and giggling about, obviously suddenly as happy as a little girl could be. In fact, this was true, she had just used a spell on herself that would make her as happy as a person could be, and forced to be this way no matter what. As if expressing her happiness, a few hearts seem to float off the glittery heart on the chest of her dress, floating softly up like a bubble.. just hanging there for everyone to see. She however, rushed right into them, popping them in an attempt to give the man who just gave her a rose a big hug. "I wuv you!" she giggled as she did this.

She was walking on sunshine, and mysteriously enough, the sun started poking out from behind the clouds it had retreated behind just a bit earlier. Did Angel control the weather, or was it just adorable fate?

[Maelys Knight]

All the while that Trinity had been swinging his swords around in different Kata`s, the entire park had erupted into chaos. It seemed that almost all the tourneys participants, judging on arrival number and frequencey compared to the time and then contrasted with formalities(wait time). All in all, He couldn`t take any more. Even gods have a limit, and he was only half god. Summoning a phoenix would calm most of the older people, but would get the little girl screaming again. So would the ice dragon. Perhaps a song. Trinity layed his swords on the ground at his feet, and pulled out a finely crafted silver flute. "Calming Grace." He spoke softly, unfocusing the songspells powers. The song is meant for one person at a time, so trying to unfocus the powers and use it on everyone would wear him out fairly fast.

[Zeke Sturm]

Zeke was late. Very late. If someone told him for a date, he would shove them into a rabbithole.

Some freaky person had given him a rose embroidered with the word TRINITY. What Trinity was, he didn't know, but he knew he was late for the tournament.

Flying along with his boots, he was distracted by a soothing noise from below. Looking down, he saw a pale-looking person sitting and playing the flute. Not paying attention, he soared straight into a tree. His robes tangled, and he became quite hopelessly stuck.

"Oh son of a- OH MY GOD SQUIRRELS!!!!!"

[Maelys Knight]

Trinity heard a crash and a voice in the tree above him. But it was who he saw that surprised him. "Zeke?" He looked stuck. And now squirrels were climbing around him, angry for the trespasser. Trinity knew Zeke from a duel on the Halberd airship. Trinity put his flute away and picked up his swords. "SPIRIT SLASH!" And a yellow shining disk appeared form his swords. It flew up to the tree, cut through the branches Zeke was stuck on, and they fell as the disk dissipated.

[Nynx]

Children get all of the attention...

Isn't that the truth... Her attempts at seduction failed due to Angel's outburst of sadness and despair. It was annoying but Kin was somehow able to calm her down. He must have had a way with children. Ayame though that was really sweet of him. It's nice when men can show a sensitive, caring side of their personality. To Ayame, the brawling, rough ignorant men were a real turn off. In a way, it was refreshing to see a man that was above the norm. She let out a deep sigh as she walked towards Kin and little ol Angel. This wasn't the place for her. It was too dangerous. Why would she even enter such a tournament? Angel wasn't someone that Ayame would purposely hurt but she wouldn't let her partner do it either. If she had to face the girl what would she do? Its a hard decision to make when you feel you must protect the enemy...

I'll hurt her if you're unable to....

That was something she couldn't let Kashouneko do. She knew her guardian would do anything to protect her but it was this type of situation where she would rather receive pain than inflict it. The matches were probably going to be random and she had no way of knowing if this girl was safe or not. She was a bit worried. However all she could do was pray for her safety. Her hand gently came on the little girl shoulders which turned into a gentle, warm hug. "Don't worry Angel.. Everything will be ok.."

[Mariomasher]

MM gently pushed open the door. Amazing! So many people in this one tournament. He was about to walk in to greet those he recognized when he was stopped by a man's arm. The man said nothing and simply handed MM a rose. "Angel". What the hell was this? A rose with words? Oh, well. MM looked for the one called Angel. He saw Kin's silver hair out of the whole crowd and made his way towards him. On his way over, he overheard his partners name.

"Don't worry Angel.. Everything will be ok.." spoke a beautiful woman beside Kin. MM sped his pace up and joined Kin.

"Hello, Kin. It's been a while!" MM said with a slight bit of cheerfulness in his voice. "And you must be Angel?" MM said smiling at the little girl. "I'm Mariomasher, and am pleased to be of service to you!" MM gave a slight bow. "And you," he turned to Ayame. "I do not believe we are acquainted. I'm Mariomasher, previously Galen Mercurial, Time Guardian. But that is past me. My abilities are greatly reduced from being frozen for some time. And you are, ma'am?"

[Serras-Kai]

The stomping sounds of a massive machine seemed enough to keep the local wildlife at bay. But then, what was the likelyhood of the wildlife actually attacking a hulking battle machine? Slim to none of course.

K-55 Marauder, the most ancient of knights, beat his own path through the underbrush of a lightly wooded area, leaving in his wake not but the raveged remains of nature. Exploding into what appeared to be a park clearing, the hulking machine took advantage of the split second of realization to check his memory boxes once again.

A picture of a flower long-since destroyed by battle appeared in a small window, with a name he didn't regocnize and coordinates that, unless he require furter re-calculation, were right beneath the Marauder. Goody, he'd arrived.

He had come in hopes of a grand tournament, but by the looks of the competition he was going to be dissapointed.

[The Master]

Mortalitas, leaning against a now dead spruce tree, heard the words of the doctor looking man and had spent his sweet time digesting them. He hatted doctors, especially good ones. They SAVED people, kept them from dying, kept them from his grasp. Mortalitas decided he would watch the doctor closely.

His attention them turned to the girl, the one they called Angel. Mortalitas despised angels, always with the light and the goodness. It made him sick. He could tell that the girl had noticed him, from both her frenzied looks and the constant, thunderous beating of her heart.
Her heart annoyed him, it was a constant reminder of her life, but she had not yet grown enough for the full sound of an adult heart, so hers was a small agitating drumming noise.

Mortalitas decided to have some fun.

He pushed himself up off of the blackened withered tree and began to slowly trod over to the small girl, as he did he reached into his coat and from it pulled the volume written in blood and bound in leather skin, The Necronomicon.
He tilted his head down so as to add to the menacing effect and continued towards her.

[Kismet]

Richter stared at the hulking metal monstrosity that had just plowed through the underbrush and into the clearing, doing a quick mental association exercise.

Ok. I’ll think of a word, and you tell me the first thing you think of. Internal Richter thought to himself.

Alright, sure. Richter thought back.

K-55.

Big honking ass robot.

Robot.

Metal, gears, cogs, wiring.

Healing.

Squishy inwards.

Tournament.

Totally boned up the ass.

Do you see the problem we’re in here? Internal Richter asked cynically.

Yes, I think I see where you’re going with this. Richter answered. But I don’t know that’s K-55, right?

Internal Richter lowered his chin to let him look condescendingly over his glasses as Richter.

Ok, yeah, so we’re screwed. Richter conceded.

Groaning slightly (and thematically) with the weight of his attaché case, Richter rose to face the machine. And stepped on something squishy.

Looking down, Richter saw that there was, in fact, someone laying down inside the dense patch of flowers he’d just stepped into. Some random cross dressing masked ball guy just chilling out in the flowers. This whole time.

What the hell.

“Um.” Richter said, slightly put off. He realized he should probably take his foot off his stomach. He did so. “Excuse me. I guess.”

He gingerly walked around the man, frowning at him perplexedly as he moved towards the robot, preparing to ask the fateful question that would determine exactly how screwed he was in the upcoming tournament. Reaching the machine, he stopped and took a deep breath.

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“K-55, I presume?” he asked levelly, his face blank and reserved.