[02] [Open] ♚ All Aboard the Pain Train

[bigbingoattack]

Who: bigbingoattack, capforthat, and YOU. Open to fighters or spectators!
When: Backdated to 1/22 (6/17)
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Immediately following this network post where Vegeta called out to fellow fighters.
Rating/Warning: Fighting, likely to contain violence, blood, and foul language
Important Note: Do not feel obligated to reply! I am more than happy to handwave any fights between characters. But if you do want to proceed, feel free to get in touch with me so we can talk things out. I am not completely familiar with all of the characters in the game and their various abilities, so I'd love to hear from you before we jump into things. You can contact me through any of these ways.

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Option A. ROUND 1--FIGHT

[Vegeta was waiting.

The Saiyan was hovering above the gardens, about ten feet or so off of the ground, arms crossed over his muscled chest and his expression as stone-faced as ever. The anticipation for battle was beginning to tingle up his spine, but the man remained quiet and calm.

It wouldn't be too much longer.]

Option B. No fighting in the bleachers

[...or benches, more accurately. Bulma was seated on a bench with her hands cupped around a hot drink. Her eyes followed the fighting with keen interest, excitement even, and apparently without concern. She was confident that today's matches would be, if not fair (how could they be when a Saiyan was involved?), at least honorable.

Abruptly, she leaped to her feet and cupped a hand around her mouth to shout,] WOOHOO! GO GET'EM HONEY! KICK HIS FACE IN!!

Option C. Wildcard.

[Go nuts! If you'd like to start threads between other characters or try to brawl with some of the other fighters showing up, go for it!]

Comments

totally A

[yourotherleft]

[By the time Zoro actually gets to the gardens, others may have had their chance to fight the challenger. Or not. He has no idea how many people want in on this, even his own crewmate, but he doesn't much care. He only has one thing in mind: is this guy really that strong, and if so, will they be allowed to fight without restraint?

Only belatedly does he even realize he didn't get the guy's name.

He trudges out of the trees into a clearing and manages to catch sight of something hovering in the air out of the corner of his good eye. Good thing, because that's the guy. Well. That's new. At least seeing Vegeta there gives him something to lock onto, in order to find the spot near the bench where the fight could begin. Hopefully that woman with the hair almost as bright as his own wouldn't be in the way...]

OI! We gonna do this, or what?

[bigbingoattack]

[There. Finally one of the humans Vegeta had been most intrigued by had appeared, the Saiyan's bored expression suddenly a splitting into one of his trademark smirks.]

Of course, [He calls down to the new challenger, chin tilting up.] There's no reason to prolong my victory. [But, surprisingly perhaps, the man doesn't budge from where he was in mid-air, brawny arms still folded over his muscular chest, lips still twisted into a terrible sneer. And though he doesn't move in the slightest, the look being leveled down at Zoro is full of snobbish pride.]

Come at me, then.

[Vegeta is a bit of an asshole, ok.]

[yourotherleft]

[For a moment Zoro just stands there, squinting up at him like really? He's seen the cook hold himself up in the air with his Sky Walk, but Vegeta's just sort of standing there. On the air. Huh.

But once he gets the hint that his opponent isn't coming down, he scowls.]

I can't fly, asshole.

[that does not stop him from drawing his swords, however. Two, to start with. Zoro gauges the distance, twists his torso with the swords up and back, arms curled, and then slashes out with a slight spin, sending a rush of spiraling, cutting air straight toward his target up there. It's only a 72-Pound Cannon, he can do much worse, but it's enough to get attention.]

B

[cardboard_journalism]

[It was probably the closest thing to a "sporting event" she had seen at Cerealia yet.

Scuttlebutt wasn't much for sports in and of themselves, but they consistently drew in readers and so Scuttlebutt had to be there. Watching.]

[At least she had judged the attitude of the event right, given the cheering from Bulma.]

Sss, sss, sss! Any particular favorite for this fight?

[She had a notepad and pen out to take notes, her camera ready to take pictures, and a casette recorder to take audio.]

[capforthat]

[Oh--she knew that distinctive... hiss. Laugh? Chuckle? Whatever. Bulma turned a sunny smile on Scuttlebutt. Her appearance wasn't much different from their first meeting, except for the addition of a scarf in place of her usual neckerchief and a light jacket.]

There's no question my Vegeta will win. No offense to the other guy, but he's not gonna wear him down like that.

[She sounded just as unshakably confident as she had when speaking of her own abilities earlier in the month.]

[cardboard_journalism]

You sound pretty confident! I think it is safe to say Prince Vegeta is the favorite though...

...I didn't realize he could hover. Is he using an invisible jetpack? Some sort of difference between the gravity on here and planet Vegeta? Happy thoughts? Kahk kahk kahk.

A

[zenryokuzenkai]

[ Nanoha had, of course, shown up in a timely manner. She was pretty excited to see what exactly this "legendary strength" entailed. In her long history of battles, she had faced many enemies, some with greater reputations than others, but only once had she felt utterly overwhelmed. And she was definitely much stronger now than when she had fought the first Reinforce. Smarter, too. ]

You must be Mister Legendarily Strong! That's a silly nickname though, so let's not use it. I'm Nanoha, Takamachi Nanoha. We spoke over the CereVice about a spar? I'm ready at any time!

[ She plucked out the gem that always hung around her neck and raised it to her lips, setting up in a sequence that seemed to take over a minute but actually took a split second. It was best not to over-think the logic behind magical girl transformations.

With staff in hand and Barrier Jacket ready, she flies up to Vegeta's level, smiling, but full of quiet determination. ]

[bigbingoattack]

[The girl. Truth be told, Vegeta had no idea what to expect from her--the last time he had underestimated a petite woman, she'd utterly obliterated him on the battlefield--and while he would like to think the worst, at least Nanoha shows better promise than the other females who called him to bitch that he'd offended them and their ridiculous love of pets or whatever.]

Vegeta. [As proud as he is over his heritage and accomplishments, Mister Legendarily Strong sounded like a stupid name that idiot Mr. Satan would use.

The girl transforms--something Vegeta had seen many a time over the last few decades, but it is rarely something that looks like this--the arms that had been crossed over his chest falling to his side, eyes scanning her face.]

Ready are you? Then come at me. One free hit.

A

[niceguypose]

[Rock Lee jogs up to the gardens excitedly. The boy in the green jumpsuit goes through some quick stretches while glancing around the area in search of his opponent. The impressive explosive flying man with the towering hair...]

[bigbingoattack]

[BOO. He's right above you.]

So, you didn't take the coward's way out. [It was purely instinct, but something told Vegeta that this guy--no matter what physical strength he possessed--was the type to see something to the end. Unlike most Earthlings, with their inherent spinelessness. For that, the kid would get at least a little respect.]

You still wish to face me?

B

[singinghuntress]

[It didn't take Rip long to find the area or even take a seat on the benches and settle her umbrella securely overhead to block out the sun. Sometimes it was hazardous being a vampire, especially one that couldn't get a decent amount of sleep during the day.

Though.. there were reasons for that. Rip studied the fights happening below and couldn't help but grin slightly. It's been quite some time since she's seen something like this~. Too bad she couldn't participate, so she'll just settle on watching for now.]

Zhis is quite zhe display... I vonder if ve could ever start a tournament like zhis around here.

[capforthat]

Hey, that's not a bad idea! Just going on the number of challengers I'd say it could work...

[It certainly seems to her like there's been a need for this kind of thing. Vegeta's challenge flushed out a fair few fighters, no doubt there are more that might be getting tired of testing their skills in virtual reality.

Bulma turns to look at the person she's addressing and... wow, umbrella. Is it supposed to rain today? She glances upward. ...No, probably not. Bulma gives a mental shrug and extends a hand with a smile.] Bulma Briefs. Thanks for the idea...? [She trails off expectantly, waiting for a name. Don't leave a girl hanging!]

A & B...or B then A really hahaaa...

[serving_love]

[Unlike his dumbass green-haired roommate up there, Sanji is perfectly capable of getting to places without taking shitty detours all over the damn city. His problem, however, is that he actually has a job to go to, so he's still a little delayed getting to the gardens while he finishes up some things at the studio.

By the time he arrives, there's already another fight underway, but that's okay. Sanji doesn't mind, he can wait. Gives him a chance to check out this so-called legendary strength, maybe get an idea for the way Vegeta—

...........Hello, pretty lady in the audience.

AND JUST LIKE THAT, all thoughts of the impending fight promptly scoot on out of Sanji's head for the moment as he gazes in his typical lovestruck way at Bulma. Uwaaaaah, she even has hair similar to his lovely Vivi-chwan's~!! Blue like that, it's adds such a unique beauty to an already perfect flower, making her stand out like a sapphire of the highest quality!

He's all up in her space in approximately 0.2 seconds, dropping down on the bench not far from her and sliding in even closer before offering up his most suave (read: ridiculous) grin.]

Is this seat taken, mademoiselle~?

[...Uh, but you know. He's ready to fight whenever you are, Vegeta. /cough]

[bigbingoattack]

[While Sanji's attention was no doubt focused on the lovely lady at his side, Bulma may or may not catch sight of how the hovering Saiyan stiffens above them, a barely noticeable twitch at his mouth.]

C + A because reasons = OTA / + 1/2 because it needs to be separate.

[fierybluebird]

[Marco doesn't really fight for fun.]

[Well, no, he does.]

[But his idea of fighting for fun isn't so formal, and more about trolling the hell out of everyone, and this doesn't seem like a good time or place for it, and anyway, he's only barely got any idea at all why he's even here.]

[Maybe, because he's tired of fruitlessness, and inaction.]

[Maybe, because he half hopes someone will give him a reason to cut loose, and make it personal enough to get really involved.]

[Maybe, because he's an idiot.]

[Probably that.]

[But there's a strange sort of aura to the... not human chilling out above the ground.]

[Could he actually be stronger than Marco's father?]

[No. Impossible.]

[No one was stronger than Edward Newgate. Whitebeard was a monster to make even Marco's monster side look tame beyond all belief.]

[And yet...]

[Marco shifts jaw, thinking harder.]

[The hovering makes him want to switch to hybrid, to hop up to the air and show off that ten feet is nothing.]

[Yeah fuck it, fighting is something rookies and people who still want to prove themselves to the world want to do. It's not that Marco has nothing left to prove, but the problem is, even if he proves it like this, it's only going to bring trouble. He's seen that before.]

[Marco will watch. He might take some mental notes, but if he fights someone enough to draw blood, it might make his wife jealous anyway! And he can't have that!]

[Maybe he's just rationalizing though.]

[And he'll still be there when the fights get started too. Watching and waiting for a reason.]

A

[fierybluebird]

[But sometime when there aren't quite so many people around, Marco switches his arms to flaming blue wings and jumps up to join Vegeta.]

Don't tell me that's all the height someone so strong can manage. Even my old man who was surface-bound could still reach higher than that, yoi.

[A challenge has been issued, Sir!]

[.... Though probably not in the typical way.]

[It's just as well. Fighting a phoenix is pointless. They don't deal much damage, they're very flighty, they're hard TO damage, and even if you get close enough: the sparkles get stuck in your hair for weeks. Although Bulma might like it. Who knows?]

[takeedabanana]

[Marco wasn't the only one taking stock of the fights happening in front of them.

While he had tried to make himself seem as inconspicuous as possible, Takeda probably still sticks out like a sore thumb considering he's in full body armor, complete with the harness system for his whips and Shirai Ryu headband. He's nothing if not prepared, one could think.

Though he really doesn't say much outside the occasional verbal recognition of someone winning or losing, it's only after a few fights that he finally takes notice of Marco.]

Just taking in the sights too?

Hits A like a freight train

[om_nom_namur]

[Hey look, another weird guy shows up. Y E A H a mere mortal is probably pretty screwed in a fight against a Saiyan, but he doesn't know that- and it'll be a good opportunity to pit himself against someone with more tricks up his sleeve than Namur does.]

Jus' saw the message, man. Still got room for one more?

CHOO CHOO

[bigbingoattack]

[Not the weirdest guy Vegeta's ever seen in his many adventure across the universe, but he was definitely up there.

The Saiyan glances downwards as Namur approaches, leering at the newcomer from his hovering position with arms crossed, head tilted haughtily to the side.]

Absolutely. With a face like that, there will be no fear of me messing it up.

B/C, OTA

[takeedabanana]

[Now, while Takeda hadn't directly talked with Vegeta in that post, it ... really didn't take much for his attention to be caught. However, as amusing as it may have been to see where he stood in comparison, it was probably a better idea for him to probably gauge the fights before deciding to jump in at all.

It's because of this that he's sticking to the stands for now in full his full combat outfit, whips retracted - he's honestly not looking for any sort of trouble, if someone wanted to ask him for a match, though, he wasn't going to say no.]

[bigbingoattack]

[It's some time after Vegeta's last opponent when the Saiyan finally touches back down onto the ground, giving one glance over to his gregarious wife before his steely gaze swiveled over to Takeda instead. Muscled arms cross over his chest, dark blood staining his white gloves and blue jumpsuit, the Saiyan remained where he stood, glaring the stranger's way.

When he speaks, it's all snarling bark and command.]

What are you looking at?

A

[hagureoni]

[Senkimaru wasn't the type to run into a lot of spars. Considering his original appearance, that was of little surprise. What got him the most interested in this was the mention of legendary strength - he had seen people with quite some strange abilities here, and it was probably not a bad choice to continue to do so.

To be prepared in case anything came up.

It seemed he wasn't in for a disappointment either when he saw the other man floating.]

I guess we shouldn't waste much time talking. [The man had seemed more like the impatient type anyways.] Come at me.

[bigbingoattack]

[Hey! That was his line!

Still, if he was offering...]

Then this will be a quick match.

[Vegeta isn't one to hold back, even in a casual sparring match with strangers. The Saiyan swiftly descends from the sky, plummeting towards Senkimaru like a falling rock. Once within range, the man would be reeling a fist back, aiming a punch right at the other's face.]

more like b? so I guess a c? Also super late

[darkduelist]

<sub>[Yuto definitely isn't here to spar, because he is not much of a fighter to tell the truth. Of course, if needed to he could knock someone one with his punch without a problem, but he doubts in this case hi strength would be sufficient.

And so he only came here to watch and see for himself what was that "legendary power" that Vegeta talked about. Yuto can be seen in some distance, just standing there in the nearest shadow and observing.]</sub>

[bigbingoattack]

[It's some time after the crowd has thinned and Vegeta's relentless appetite for battle has been satiated that the Saiyan finally touches back down on the destroyed grass, his wicked grin all too similar to that of a satisfied cat. There's a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and a plethora of new bruises and cuts littering his face and arms, but there's no mistaking that smug expression of his.

He's the clear victor of the day.

Though he'd noticed the other's arrival earlier, Vegeta had been too busy punching faces to greet him, but now he strides over in Yuto's direction, one hand resting at his hip.] Well, well. Look who finally arrived.