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11-02-2014 08:22 PM
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A single figure stood on a blank expanse, looking around himself critically. The flat ground he was standing on was great for his purposes, but the infinite void thing going on was boring. He looked to the air, and pointed upwards. From his perspective, a splash of brilliant azure spread from where his finger hit. It expanded across the heavens, until it hit the ground. Then, he waved a hand across the immeasurable distance, prompting the earth itself to rise up in a pattern of mountains. Trees sprouted and grew at a hyper-accelerated speed everywhere he focused on, and grass grew wherever he glanced. Then, around him in a perfect circle, stone walls from a half-mile away rose in imposing majesty, and layer upon layer of seats grew from them to support the crowds he was expecting. A few more finishing touches on his impromptu coliseum, and he marked his labor with an approving smile. Finally, it would begin.


“So, why can’t we get into the forest province?" Asked one peon to another. The pair were standing next to an infinite hole, one that used to have a piece of reality occupying its space.

“Dumbass, the Forest Scapist is renovating it for a tournament type thing."

“So, I guess that means no huntin' for a while, huh?" replied the annoying one sadly.

Just then, the Province returned to its original area, sporting a massive gate whose entrance had a hanging banner announcing the upcoming tournament.

“There’ll be tons of people coming for this damn thing," moaned boring person #1.

“Yeah, we better get out of here before some serious psychos come here," Muttered doody-head #2.

Even as they were leaving, the first of the people were running to the gate, eager to make their way into the games before anyone else would.


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This post will be for any questions I feel need to be answered along the way.

Lemme see if I can explain this...
Okay, so basically this is a world born of the collective subconscious of the human race. If it was just that, then every single person would be God. In order to limit that type of chaos to actually make it fun for the people in it, they set the strongest-willed of these people to keep this power and have precedence over the souls in their area. These people still have their power over themselves, and things they make, but they don’t have total control over the land itself and they can’t make an unlimited amount of stuff.

Nor can they affect someone else an unlimited amount, as they most likely will have a counter to it, like an overshield or a resistance to whatever.

So basically, you can use things that affect yourself, like a strength buff or a shield, or you could make items that affect your opponent (which would have to go through a shield first, which would wear down both your willpower and his) and you could make... just items in general. You also have to put in 'programming' to make shit do stuff. Like, if you make a ball of energy, you just have a glowing ball. Then you’d have to 'program' it to be hot, or to be electric, or to home in on a certain person, or to expand into a tank. Certain people would have an affinity for certain 'programs' and practicing with these 'programs' would make it less taxing to apply it to various items. The limit, other than the ones imposed onto the players, are your own willpower and your ability to comprehend what it is that you’re trying to do, including multiple things at once.


As long as an ability doesn’t break any of the rules of the Province the user is in, anything can be learned. Popular abilities include

Shield generation- An incredibly common ability used by practically everyone. A shield can take the form of anything, but is most commonly a transparent overshield (a la Halo) with minimal effects but a maximum effectiveness. Vanilla shields are easy to focus on, and can be made incredibly durable if full attention is given to them. Abilities can be stacked onto them, such as to have a higher tolerance to piercing damage at the expense of having less of a tolerance to heat, for example, but it’s much less common to have them incorporated into a fighting style.

Energy creation- One of the first things new fighters are taught is the creation of a glowing sphere. The next few lessons are how to 'program' your energy ball to achieve different means. Many people have adopted that into their fighting strategy, making balls or beams of inexplicable energy for ranged offense. Used vanilla, it’s like having a bright light shining in your face, but with various effects, it could be deadly. There are many, many people who use Kamehameha and Haduken techniques using energy, but very few noteworthy ones.

Regeneration- Your Astral form is essentially just a molded chunk of your own mental power. There are no vital spots, and no specific weak points unless they were intentionally made. When an Astral body takes damage, rather than breaking bones or puncturing organs, you feel it mentally, and it makes it harder to maintain your form. Putting conscious thought on the wound would allow one to heal himself, but that makes it that much harder to keep your concentration on your offense and defense.

shapeshifting- As stated earlier, the Astral form is a non-organic substance that you can meld to your will. You can use this to change your appearance and even the makeup of your body, but this would make it proportionately harder to maintain the form, if it’s one you’re not used to. Notable cases of shapeshifting include invisibility, converting your body to pure fire, and becoming someone else. (Please note that it is possible to detect an Astral Body through a sixth sense of sorts, and that precautions should be taken).

A.I.- This stands for 'artificial intelligence', it’s basically creating something other than your own Astral body that is able to act upon a set of instructions made by you. This requires a lot of focus, and it’s challenging to get the hang of it, but the payoff can be great. An example of this power would be making a 'pet' that helps you in battle by attacking alongside you, or a doppleganger that moves like you as a distraction. The drawback to techniques like this are that any serious amounts of scripting requires immense forethought, and oftentimes the creations themselves lack shielding and can be very frail.

Weapon creation- Obviously, with the ability to make anything, people have made weapons. There’s not much to say about this one, it’s just a weapon that people make. Normally, if someone does make a weapon, that would make a significant weakness in their shields and body structure, that should be noted.



Well, right now there’s a tournament being set up, and you’re playing one of the excited warriors coming to test his spiritual might. That’s not all of it, though, because you’ll probably meet people you like, and you can do whatever else you want, so long as you aren’t scheduled to have a fight at that time. Remember, this is a dream world, so go out there and have some fun with other people.

NOTE: This includes starting fights with other characters. It just won’t be recognized by the official tournament.


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And this one is for players!

Anne stared at the other guys remaining they wanted to make an alliance so we could all go on . Anne looked at the one who seemed to be a master superman made an alliance with him and another guy who summoned some type of giant lizard. Anne walked over to Khema and emma. “Want to have an alliance with me and these two?" Asked anne.

Ace watched as multiple people showed up in the lobby the numbers went up to three dozen and that was only half the people. He was getting impatient and walked down the halls and stopped upon hearing a voice in the staff room. He recognized it as the voice who spoke to Emma upon her arrival. Ace felt him self nosebleed upon what he was hearing. “Oh Emma oh god oh..... Emma fuck me babe” moaned the voice of the registration guy. Ace decided to leave him to buisness and for the first time in years let out a slight blush as he walked back to the main lobby room and took a seat again making a mental note to tell Emma about this and possibly Khema anticipating their reaction.

Ace looked up in interest as Tara and six other guys appeared in the lobby. “You guys are the first ones here besides me that is,“said Ace. He was interrupted bye a announcement. “For all the contestants I have a message and a new twist since still so many people will make it past the preliminaries.... the men in charge have decided for round one you will be out in teams of four and teams will fight each other you are free to find your own partners there will be one sub members of your choice who is the backup fighter keep in mind this is just for the first round to narrow the numbers to around thirty two people to have a even number

Ace had many thoughts rushing through his head after the announcement. " Teams of four huh well lets see Khema and Emma ....what about the fourth member”? Muttered Ace. He looked up interrupted from his thoughts bye the kid earlier and some kid who seemed to be a beast tamer." Congrats on making it this far some announcement huh what are you gonna do for your teammates?

Ace let out a grin when he saw Khema arrive. “Hey man you won’t believe what I heard today I was ths first to win bye the way,“said Ace.

(OOC ok thanks) Ace chuckled as he began to tell Khema about the registration guy. “So you won’t believe it the registration guy that emma talked to when she got here was moaning to her name in the staffs room and attending to buisness I decided not to bother him"said Ace with a wink. “It is obvious you think she is hot but who wouldn’t she bad ass pretty damn cool and hot too not to mention with her outfit she may as well be wearing undergarments"said Ace with a laugh

Ace was wondering what people were thinking about right now. “I am honestly surprised that little girl made it." How did she hold up Khema.


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A sickly child, one who has long given up living in the physical world and instead travelled between worlds of dreams, managed to find himself in this world of spectator sports. He turned towards the stadium, his thin, stringy white hair blew in the wind as his sky blue medical gown moved, swaying with each breeze that bumped it. The child marched on, looking between all of the inhabitants with pale blue eyes, nervous around them as he feels one may take a look at him and decide he’s an easy target. Of course, that brute would find himself in a nasty surprise as he’d find a sharp stalagmite impaling him. Or a spear through the chest, having sprung from thin air. Whichever worked. Rei smiled delicately from the thought, trying to stay small and out of the way still, as one less scuffle would be good.


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A young man, in his late teens, somewhat tall with short blonde hair and blue eyes, and sporting casual cosplay, floated by the stadium, a look of blissful content ever present about him. He lifted his hand and a milkshake appeared, which he drank through a straw as he made his way to see the tournament. “I wonder who’s gonna be it," he mumbled to himself happily.


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Air makes the best landing strip. Sometimes.

Where she had come from, not a single passer-by had an idea. All the knew was that a particular pocket of relatively empty space they surrounded spontaneously became occupied, accompanied by a vibrating whir. Her light chestnut locks fluttered slightly—as did the tails of her black long-coat—from the suddenly displaced air. Yet nothing travelled as far as those around her, who had nearly leapt free of their trousers from surprise (some had jumped away entirely). Not exactly the most typical mode of travel, their thoughts, in some variant or another, were. But she paid not a lick of attention to them as she continued walking with the rest of the crowd, and her uncanny casualness caused the six or so others around her to settle down almost immediately.

After all, it wasn’t Kansas they were in.

“Here we are,“ she whispered softly to herself with a smoothly effeminate tone: natural, not overly tomboyish, nor high-pitched like those women of valleys, nor haughty and royal, nor slurring and uneducated. Granted, she—by her own opinion—could pull off those accents quite smoothly, none truly fit with her appearance. Her shoulder-length hair was basic but well-kept, parted in the centre and falling on either side of her thin face and crystalline-blue eyes. Her splayed-open, calf-length black long coat displayed a plain, deep red shirt that hung ever so loosely about her waist yet snugly hugged her breast, hiding any topographical blemishes of her physique while displaying a healthy bosom. Her almost-perfectly tight-yet-loose clothing included her black jeans: straight-legged, they shaped about her thighs yet fell straight down below them and covered the tops of her black, slightly-shined leather shoes with a slight amount of flutter and bagginess.

She was perfect. Ordinary, but perfect. Well, almo—

“Yep, here we are,“ a male voice spoke within her imaginary head nestled between chestnut waterfalls. Strange as it may have been to anyone else, she was more than used to having a few voices in her head. Always hers; always his. He spoke smoothly, deeply, not abrasively, but he nonetheless spoke independently. Her own companion, a little shapeshifter (who she had kindly asked to stay nestled as a thought in her mind, lest he interfere and cause her disqualification from her first official tournament). Sure, he made her feel comfortably uncomfortable as she was almost always alone—one person in one’s head doesn’t need to be compounded by a half-dozen in one’s surroundings, even if she had often longed for a physical touch—and sure, she could hide his existence in the real world by just not talking. But in a realm where thoughts are typically projected as speech, things were...difficult.

“Please, not now,“ she half-hissed under her breath, trying to keep fuel from people’s opinions that she was cuckoo. If she found a washroom to lock herself in—why mental forms would ever require a washroom, who knows; maybe they were just artifacts of familiarity—they could talk. They agreed to that. But sometimes, his mouth just could not stay shut.

Thankfully, he kept it quiet after her plea. They could talk later.


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A young woman in her early twenties, approximately 5’3 and 125 lbs, could also be seen walking towards the stadium. Her long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair fell just above her waist, and a hint of boredom could be seen in her emerald green eyes. She wore a black sleeveless duster with a raised collar decorated with golden studs. Under said duster, which she kept unbuttoned, she wore a white short sleeved midriff top which revealed her tan (and rather toned) abdomen, and a pair of black shorts. Obviously her attire revealed a bit of her well endowed figure, not that she minded, or even cared for that matter. For shoes, she wore black knee high boots with golden studs, and to top it all off, she wore a golden necklace. Ah yes, black and gold; they go so well together.

She reached into her coat pocket and slipped a cherry sucker into her mouth, while causally dropping the wrapper on the floor. She hummed to her self as her emerald eyes boredly darted back and forth to size up the competition. After all, this was her first time competing in a tourney and she was a bit anxious, but not anxious enough to distract her during the tournament, atleast that’s what she believed. A few seconds later she stopped looking around and slipped her hands into her pockets.

Well? Here goes...

She thought to her self as she unenthusiastically walked towards the stadium.


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Within a rather secluded section of the sky above the tournament ring, suspended by his own faith and a lack of gravity to pull him downwards, Khema checked over his new tournament attire, making sure it was perfect. After all, appearance meant everything if you’re just there to stroke your own ego.

He was wearing his signature black sunglasses, and his dark brunette hair was always going to be spiked straight up, that’ll never change, but his outfit was designed specifically for this tournament; Deep red morning coat over a golden mesh shirt, white felt pants widening at the cuffs and tighter on the waist, and good old red and white Nikes on his feet. On top of that, he had several pieces of jewelry, although not nearly as ostentatious as the rest of his outfit. He wore a necklace with a milky blue stone, and only a black string for the chain, and two rings with the same type of gem on each finger, no more beautiful than anything that could have been pulled out of a cereal box.

With all of his attire in check, Khema cemented his grand entrance’s final stages- falling from the sky. There were others who were floating up with him- taking their time to size up the crowds, perhaps- but he was going to show them all up. He started falling, falling, skydiving directly for the center of the stage-

Well, then he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that’s exactly what everyone else was doing around him. Khema sighed and righted himself, floating downwards much more slowly and much less enthusiastically. There was no point if he wasn’t going to be the coolest one there. So he landed without any fanfare and just wandered his way to the entrance- Still hopping the gates, naturally.


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A tall, thin figure strode through the arena entrance, garbed in what could be best described as an impeccable white suit, completed with a red scarf and a magnificent tophat. Unlike everyone else, he clearly wasn’t even attempting to be subtle, and it showed. His attire was, wherever possible, tinted with gold and blue diamonds.
What really stood out however was his strange glasses; they could best be described as immaculate. The actual lenses were kept dark enough to obscure the strange person’s eyes, adding to his overall stand out appearance with the otherwise subdued crowed. Rubbing two gloved hands together enthusiastically, he approached the arena entrance with a a sadistic grin covering his face.


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It took little time for the female to reach the actual entrance of the coliseum, what with the dozens of other people forcing her along with the flow. The grand entranceway stretched over a half-hundred bodies wide, allowing dozens upon dozens of teller booths to handle the influx of participants in the worst section of the tournament: registration. Immaculate marble-papered walls—which may have well been actual marble, if the world bothered to abide by that difference—surrounded the gigantic hall, arches overhead adding to the Greek-Renaissance architecture. Portraits were scattered neatly along both walls, drawings of both scenery and people unknown set into golden and crimson frames.

Soon, she fell into one particular stream of people that moved surprisingly fast. The person sitting at the desk seemed less than entertained, even as she heard the man in front of her hit on the teller more than blatantly. Even in dream worlds, men would be men...

“Name?" the teller asked in a monotone as the female strode up to the desk—also clad in marble texture.

“Tara, Michaels,“ she added her last name as a seeming afterthought. The clerk wrote it down and pressed further questions. A brief description of her ability (boundary manipulation, as she could best describe it), her weapon (at which point she procured a sheathed, straight, double-edged Japanese blade from thin air), her physical specifications (cup size redacted, she thankfully noted), and a nickname she made up on the spot.

“All right, miss Michaels," the clerk said with the slightest hint more perkiness and an almost complete drop of the dry formalities that had cause Tara to slump over in weariness despite their brevity, “grounds are free game. You can come and go as you please. Locker rooms, weight rooms, gyms, infirmary, and the maintenance closet are in the basement floor. Lounge rooms are first floor further in. Stands and concession’s upstairs. Somebody probably put a museum up there too. Good luck."

Kay simply nodded and continued on, though she felt the blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell of a woman showed a bit of a hidden smile, as if actually rooting for her beyond standard formalities. With a quick tie of the black sash to keep her weapon secured to her waist for the time being, she looked about, stretched, and--

“What was that about a museum?“ the male voice in her head suddenly spoke up, and she let out a slow sigh as she ventured upstairs, lest she never hear the end of the mystery museum.


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Rei turned his head and also began to make his way towards the coliseum, marveling at the majestic gates and sparkling floors that are soon to be stained with blood. Upon entry, he saw a male sitting at a desk calling him over. He went over and looked up at him.

“Name?" he asked, just as the woman across the hall did Tara although he seems a bit more grumpy. Someone must’ve irritated him.

“Rei Tsukiyomi." Rei replied softly, then repeated it louder with a scratchy voice because the attendant couldn’t hear him over the flood of people.

“Powers?" the attendant asked.

“Matter manipulation in a fifteen foot range and weapon creation." came the response.

“Kind of weapon?"

“Spears and bows/arrows." Rei responded. Of course, he’d just as easily restructure a sword into an arrow if he so chose with his matter manipulation, but the end result is an arrow, so that’s what important. Rei sighed, listening to the man lecture about the other locations, and Rei took most note of the museum and the locker room. He was soon shooed off and Rei decided that the first order of business was the museum.


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Leisurely pacing towards the Coliseum, Alexander once again found himself clasping his hands together in anticipation for what was to come. A bored, unenthusiastic woman beckoned to him, before asking his name.
“Alexander Paridash, friend."
And what ability would you have?
“It’s difficult to describe, friend, but if I had to put a pin on it, it would be best put as dream hopping. Or in some cases pulling. . . Or-"
“Wonderful”, the lady interrupted,“And your weapon?"
“Well I’ve got this revolver I suppose, but that’s hardly my ma-"
“Next, you’re in”, she pushed in again, gesturing for him to move along.
Alexander made a mental note to come back for her later before moving along to join the rest of the group.


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11-06-2014 03:22 PM
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A male of 18 was walking to the entrance of the colliseum as he walked in he saw a boy telling someone his name. He walked passed the boy and shoved him down. “Pathetic i hope thier is some better competiton then a measly kid

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11-06-2014 03:25 PM
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He grunted as a lady started to ask him questions he put a knife to her throat.“shut up woman my ability is well lets say the ultimate shield"he said boringly.The woman nodded and alloved me to see the ring and she ran off

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“Ultimate shield?" Mike asked the guy who randomly pulled a knife on someone. “How ultimate is it really?" He slurped his milkshake with a stern, questioning posture.


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Rei turned around from going upstairs, glancing at the man who was pushing aside other people to get signed in. A scowl crept across his face, clearly dissatisfied with the mental child’s behavior. He would go set him straight, but he felt the museum beckoning.to him. It was probably also a bad idea to start a fight in the halls.


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The woman walked over to the registration stand, taking the candy out of her mouth and nonchalantly tossing it to the ground, seemingly ignoring the commotion. She was greeted by a young man behind the stand who asked for her information. A few seconds went by as the clerk stared at her revealing outfit, noticeably blushing. This little exchange happened.
“Aaaaaaand, what are you wearing."
“You like it?"
“Well... Yes, but it doesn’t seem appropriate for a tournament that you’re... fighting in..."
“Well? It looks cool, and if it looks cool, then it’s appropriate for a tournament."
“Well, it does look cool..." He agreed, trying to keep his eyes off her. “Name?"
“Emma Vermilion."
“Ability?"
“Well you see, I summon a blob and..." She explained her ability for a good five minutes. “and that’s pretty much the jist of it."
The clerk stared blankly at her. “Okay, then... Weapon?"
“An electric guitar that shoots lasers."
“Okay, what!?"
“Well, it’s..."
“NEVERMIND!" He said, as he finished writing down her information.
He told her about the locations and where they are located and gave her a map, likely because he believed she would get lost somehow. The man sighed as Emma left the stands for the training area and left the booth, declaring he was on break. The irritated roars of the participants in that line could be heard as Emma gleefully pranced away.


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With all the people going through all the different lines, Khema didn’t even notice the mouthy knifeman. Instead, he made his way to the leftmost line, which seemed to be the shortest. Finally, he got to the registration guy of legends- Pissed off and ready to do anything but what he was doing.

“Heya buddy!" Khema said, ecstatic that he made it through his first major trial- the line.

“Yeah, cool. Name?" This man wanted no part in Khema’s happy.

“I’ll go by... Mr. X," Khema replied, coming up with whatever he felt like he could get away with before he had to get sent to the back of The Line.

“Taken," Replied desk-man, rapping his knuckles on the desk. Khema took that as a sign of impatience and decided to stop pushing his luck.

“Alright, alright. Khema, comma Alex."

“Power?" The questions just kept coming, didn’t they?

“Weapon creation," Khema replied.

“Of course. What do you make?"

“Just swords and bullets."

A few seconds of scribbling down on a piece of paper, and Khema was given the okay to wander about as he would. If he had any questions, he was assured that there would be someone other than the registration committee to ask.

Khema walked through into the proper lobby, looking for a “You are here” sign that would tell him what’s up. He paused a moment as the realization hit him about the misfortune that pencil pusher had to go through today. Working a desk job in your dream, only to wake up and go through real life right after, must be some level of hell he wasn’t acquainted with.


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