Session Start: Thu Oct 09 22:14:07 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20031009.log'
<Ire> Session 112: The Tournament
<Ire> Time Chart: October 25th, 2222
<Ire> Location: The Colliseum
* Ire stands inside the colliseum seating area, looking out at the huge crowd that has come in today. Spectators from all over sit in their seats, cheering for blood and action.
* Junior stands off to the side, psyching himself for the matches.
<Ire> GM: *in one area, shielded from the prying eye, is the location of the seating of the leader of this area. Who knows if he's actually in there, watching .... *
<Ire> I suppose you three are ready?
<Dahok> Of course, there's nothing like a good fight to get the blood boiling.
* Silouette merely nods slightly.
<Junior> We'll find out, won't we?
<Ire> I tried to find out how many opponents they are having, but they refused to tell. It seems like no one, not even the fighters, know who has entered.
<Silouette> ...how generious of them.
<Ire> GM: *stepping out is a classy looking Japanese man in a suit, holding a voice amplifier. As he steps onto the ring, everyone quiets down. He clears his throat, speaking in Japanese, which is translated over the speakers in various languages* Speaker: Welcome to the Shadow Tournament, a new thing we are having this year. Instead of gathering the fighters to pick numbers in the order they will fight...
<Ire> Man: We will instead not reveal to anyone who is in the tournament. You and your opponent will be called with no forewarning of who you are fighting. This way, we will have an air of mystery of who will be showing up to fight. We hope you will be pleased with the results.
<Ire> Man: *the man bows, then steps off the ring*
* Ire frowns, taking a seat.
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*** Topic is 'TAW Sessions will ATTEMPT resuming this weekend, depending on how my week at school, and in general, goes. (I consider Friday evening weekend time, BTW). Currently we're doing Session 105 and Session 112, depending on who's on.'
*** Set by DeathStar on Wed Oct 08 00:51:13
<Ire> NRP: Fun fun
<Ire> GM: *stepping out is a classy looking Japanese man in a suit, holding a voice amplifier. As he steps onto the ring, everyone quiets down. He clears his throat, speaking in Japanese, which is translated over the speakers in various languages* Speaker: Welcome to the Shadow Tournament, a new thing we are having this year. Instead of gathering the fighters to pick numbers in the order they will fight...
<Ire> Man: We will instead not reveal to anyone who is in the tournament. You and your opponent will be called with no forewarning of who you are fighting. This way, we will have an air of mystery of who will be showing up to fight. We hope you will be pleased with the results.
<Ire> Man: *the man bows, then steps off the ring*
<Dahok> NRP: Pause
* Junior looks over to Ire.
* Ire frowns, taking a seat.
<Junior> Sweet.
<Kimera> NRP: Inconvient.
<Dahok> NRP: DS got netsplitted.
<Ire> NRP: I'm right here!
* Junior steps back some. "Let's hope it doesn't get too crazy around here without a clear bracket."
<Ire> Voice: Will Dahok Fyro and *insert some Japanese name here* step up to the ring?
<Junior> NRP: Tenri Hikari!
<Ire> NRP: *people step out ala Wrestling, waving chairs*
<Dahok> ....Guess I'm up...*sprints down to the ring*
<Ire> GM: *some Japanese fighter, who looks about average, steps into the ring, a sword in his sheathe*
* Dahok leaps onto the ring and slides to a halt
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...Ni...San...FIGHT!
<Ire> Fighter: *glances at Dahok without a sword, smirks, and rushes forward, throwing three will aimed punches at his face.
* Dahok slides into postion, his hands held out infront of him like a boxer
* Dahok throws his hands up to intercept the blocks
<Dahok> NRP: punches
<Ire> Fighter: *Growls and ducks low, sending an uppercut at Dahok*
* Dahok swings his body to the side letting the uppercut fly by
<Ire> Crowd: *begins to grow restless, seeing Dahok just avoid blows*
<Ire> Fighter: *tries to throw his elbow at Dahok's face*
* Dahok throws his right arm up to intercept the elbow then wraps his around fully around it and pulls the fighter in for a headbutt
<Ire> Fighter: *struggles to free himself from the headbutt*
* Dahok struggles to hold on and pulls the Fighter in for another headbutt
<Ire> Fighter: *relaxes, allowing Dahok to get the headlock. At the same time be slams his elbow back at his gut*
* Ire watches the fight, a blank expression on his face.
<Dahok> HURK!! *is caught off guard by the elbow and loosens his grip
<Ire> Fighter: *attempts to grab Dahok's arm and throw him over his shoulder*
* Junior watches the crowd's reactions to the fight.
* Dahok growls and stiffens up, not budging from the throw
<Ire> Crowd: *is cheering on the Japanese man, thining he's superior*
<Dahok> *swings his free arm around into the Fighters gut
<Ire> Fighter: *doubles over, clutching his stomach*
* Dahok frees his hand and double hammerblows the fighter across the back
<Ire> Fighter: *falls over, twitching once, then no more. Everyone pauses to see if Dahok will deliver the death blow or just take the KO*
* Dahok turns his back to the fighter
<Ire> GM: *the crowd applauds Dahok as some people walk up and drag the fighter away*
<Ire> Hm. He did it.
<Kimera> ...no surprise.
* Dahok walks off the arena and to the side
<Ire> GM: *two other fighters are called. Both seem rather average and their fight reflects it*
*** Ellie has joined #taw
* Dahok plops down on the sidelines, meditating
* Ire leans back, not paying attention to the fight.
<Ire> ...How...are you two, anyway?
* Ire sounds awkward asking the question about how his people are.
<Kimera> ...honestly? Bored.
<Ire> GM: *one of the fighters knocks the block off the other. The crowd cheers*
<Ire> Don't think it'll be a challenge today?
<Ire> NRP: I love how Kimera is now the character RPing. ;)
<Junior> NRP Heheh.
<Kimera> NRP: ...crap.
*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
<Silouette> NRP: I never noticed x.x
<Ire> Voice: Setsuna Asahi and Thomas Anderson
<Silouette> ...wish me luck. *heads for the arena*
<Ire> You won't need it. You're too good.
<Ellie> NRP: can I join in?
<Ire> GM: *a white man, probably from Mega City, hops onto the ring, throwing punches into the air. He flexes, bouncing around. No one seems impressed*
<Ire> NRP: I suppose Ayn could show up for spectating, yeah.
<Ellie> NRP: cool
<Dahok> NRP: Unless she believes in fighting in a tourny
<Ellie> NRP: why are they fighting?
<Ire> NRP: Will, she wasn't around when everyone signed up to my knowledge.
* Silouette pauses, considering leaving her sword outside the arena, but figures it's a good way to get it stolen.
<Silouette> .....and who do you think you are, the bloody italian stallion?
<Ire> Thomas: *makes kissing motions to Sil as she approaches the ring*
<Dahok> NRP: But she coulda showed up right after we left the sign up
<Ire> NRP: True.
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...ni...san...FIGHT
<Ire> Thomas: Come on baby, show me whatcha got, ey?
* Silouette slides into a fighting stance, and gestures to Thomas to come get some
<Ire> Thomas: Your funeral, ey. *prances up and begins to throw a series of punches at sil's head*
*** Ellie is now known as Ayn
* Ire sits in his seat, ignoring the crowd as he watches.
* Ayn sighs, from her front row seats
* Silouette slides into a crouch as Thomas throws his first punch, bringing her leg around hard, into the back of his leg.
<Ire> Thomas: *falls forward into a kneeling position, shock evident on his face*
* Ire glances at Junior
<Ire> You ready for your turn?
* Junior leans agains the wall, watching.
<Ayn> ...why the hell are they fighting?
* Silouette brings her elbow down on his head, wondering if he is unfortunate enough to have a glass jaw.
* Junior nods. "Yeah, if it's too hard I'll just ring-out."
<Ire> You're a little heavy to ring-out.
<Ire> Thomas: *eyes roll up into his head and he falls face first into the floor mat. The crowd goes silent as they wait to see if she'll deliver a death blow*
<Dahok> NRP: You mean glass head?
* Ire glances down at the front row seats
<Ire> ...is that Ayn down there?
<Junior> I'll ring myself out, I'm not going to keep going on a fight I know I won't win.
* Ire nods slowly, not saying anything to that.
* Ayn is indeed there, watching the fight with boredom.
* Silouette rolls the deadweight off her leg and out of the arena. She doesn't kill for sport.
* Junior smiles just a bit at Ire.
* Junior moves next to him.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd applauds harder than ever for Sil as the guy is dragged away*
<Ire> GM: *two random people begin to fight. Boring, as ever*
<Junior> You seem upset with my responce.
* Dahok opens his eyes and stands up stretching
<Ire> Well, from a tactical standpoint, it's a good idea to get out of a fight if you can't win. But then, tournaments are a bit different. Though, I know you don't care for fighting so I can understand.
<Junior> It's not that.
* Ayn rolls her eyes, looks about for Ire.
<Ire> GM: *some guy in a crude cloak kicks the other guys ass around the tournament with ease, wins, and walks off*
<Silouette> *sits next to Dahok* ... I hate showboats.
<Ire> What do you mean? *can be spotted near the back*
<Dahok> Heh, good job, even though it wasn't much of a challenge.
* Ayn pushes herself out of her chair, and begins walking back towards Ire.
<Ire> Speaker: A legend around the world, GARLAND HIANULE vs. Fredrick Gunner.
<Junior> I'm not participating to impress anyone. There's a goal in winning, true, but consider this: What if Dahok makes it as far as I do and we have to fight? I don't see any way that could end well regardless of the results based on his comments before we signed up.
* Junior looks up.
* Ire hrms, nodding with understanding.
<Ire> GM: *the crowd goes apeshit, looking around for Garland. Some just look confused*
<Junior> I'm up, I'm never so shallow you know. *smiles once and jumps into the ring*
* Dahok looks up with a smirk on his face
<Silouette> .oO( ...a legend? Oh... they think he's his father. How quaint... )
<Ire> GM: *Fredrick Gunner, another guy from Mega City area, steps up, running a hand through his blondeh air*
<Ire> Gunner: You're the Garland Hinaule? I'm going to enjoy taking your title away.
<Dahok> This is going to be...interesting. They all think he's the Garland Hianule...
<Ire> GM: *some of the crowd mumurs seeing Garland, wondering how he got some small*
* Ayn leans against the wall, beside Ire, "What the fuck are you doing fighting in this boring display?"
<Ire> NRP: Going with them all remembering Garland as a bulking huge fighter. ;)
* Junior simply bows out of respect to his opponent.
<Ire> You should attend meetings sometime.
<Silouette> ...it should be entertaining.
<Ire> Gunner: I'm not a swords man myself, so how about fists?
<Ire> Ref: Ichi..ni...san...FIGHT.
<Dahok> Well see how well he holds his values during his fights.
<Junior> Agreed.
* Junior tosses his sword and sheith out of the ring.
* Dahok whistles a strange tune
<Ire> Gunner: *slides into a fighting position and waits for Junior to ebcome situated*
* Ayn shrugs, "Sorry. So why are you fighting in this?"
* Ire glances at Ayn out of the corner of his eye, his focus still on Junior. It seems this is a fight he's most curious in.
<Ire> Whoever wins can meet the leader of the Japanese Zone. We need to question him about Slasher.
* Junior raises his fists, switching his center of gravity from one foot to another with each step.
* Dahok reaches up to his hair, braiding another strand of hair together, his hair now full of braids compared to when he first joined up
<Ire> Gunner: *runs up with quick, almost furious speed, going in low and sending a raging uppercut at Junior's head. He's good. He's REAL good.*
* Ayn crosses her arms, and smirks, "Junior will clean house."
* Junior stumbles back, rubbing his jaw.
<Junior> Gah...!
<Ire> Gunner: *leaps up and shifts his body around to send a spinning kick at Junior's chest*
<Ire> ...Junior...
* Junior jumps to the side, chopping at Gunner's neck.
<Ire> Gunner: *is hit, hitting the mat and rolling along. He recovers, but is obviously hurting. The crowd seems torn*
<Silouette> ......there are some decent fighters here.
* Junior dashes at Gunner, attempting a drop kick.
<Dahok> How do you know that? All they've thrown out so far is the chumps
<Ire> Gunner: *reaches up, trying to grab Junior's leg and throw him back. He's surprised by the weight though and doesn't successfully do it*
* Junior lands, getting to his feet.
<Ire> Gunner: *rubs his neck, then springs forward, trying to punch Junior in the face using all his weight*
* Ayn smooths out her new clothes, a thigh-length olive tunic, with Oriental buttons, and a pair of jeans.
* Junior slides back into his fighting stance, looking to Gunner.
<Ire> I take it you're not in the tournament. *he says to Ayn*
<Silouette> ...this guy knows what he's doing.
* Junior grimances, and attempts to headbutt him before the punch goes through.
<Ayn> ...why hasn't Junior gone all out? *glances to Ire* There's no grace in these battles.
<Dahok> He does, but he's not used to Jr.'s mass.
<Ire> Gunner: *holds up his other arm to take the headbutt, but is forced to incomplete his own punch*
* Junior takes this chance to attempt a gut-punch.
<Ire> Junior isn't some powerhouse, Ayn. That was his father. Junior uses his mind.
<Ire> Gunner: *is hit and falls over, surprised at how hard the punch felt. Like lead hitting him*
* Junior slides forward, punching down at the ground next to gunner.
* Ayn glances to Ire, "I've seen him fight with far more ferocity." She notes Jr now taking the main action, "....maybe he just had to warm up."
<Ire> Gunner: *rolls away as the punch hits the mat, cracking it just slightly. He hops to his feet, wheezing*
<Dahok> He's trying to threaten him...
<Dahok> Scare tactics...
<Ire> Gunner: *claps his hands together, a blue aura surrounding him*
<Ire> ...what in the world?
<Ire> Crowd: *begin to murmur*
<Ayn> No. He's fighting at his level..... *she blinks* What the blue bloody hell?!
* Junior bum rushes Gunner, attempting to negate the power up.
<Ire> Gunner: *is hit, his gathered strength lost. He slides back along the mat*
* Ayn looks to Dahok and Sil, "....please tell me humans can't do that...."
* Junior stands with a mid-guard, eying Gunner.
<Dahok> NRP: *s on the arena level*
<Ire> Gunner: *recovers. He grins and begins to run at Junior. His speed, once again, is amazing, but nothing out of this world as past fighters have shown in TAW/TGC. He attempts to kick at Junior's chest*
<Ayn> NRP: opps...
<Ire> NRP: Only person there is Ire.
<Ire> NRP: To talk to Ayn
* Ayn glances to Ire then, "....humans can do that?"
<Ire> ...yes.
<Ire> Rare, though.
* Junior throws up a block.
<Ire> Gunner: *is blocked, slipping down low to trip up Junior*
<Dahok> Now we have a fight, allows me to see what Junior is capable of.
* Ayn nods slowly, pulling her lip in thought, as if she were re-assessing things.
* Ire continues to watch. It's obvious he's just a spectator.
* Junior loses his balance and falls.
<Ayn> ...hey, why aren't you fighting?
<Ire> Gunner: *springs forward to plant both his feet on Junior as he lands, hoping to ride him*
<Ire> I'm no contest in physical fights.
* Junior spring-kicks Gunner in the chest.
<Ire> Gunner: *is knocked back, slamming near the arena edge*
<Ire> Gunner: *looks like he's going to stand, then falls back, KOed*
* Ayn nods slowly.
* Junior corners Gunner.
<Ire> GM: *crowd goes apeshit. Garland's name is chanted*
* Ayn sees Garland win, and then claps respectfully.
* Junior bows to Gunner and steps out of the ring.
* Ire nods once at Junior
<Ire> GM: *Gunner is carried off*
* Dahok watches the look on Jr'
* Dahok 's face as he walks off
<Ire> GM: *suddenly a surprising name is called. Eve Winters vs. some Japanese Warrior*
* Dahok face looks surprised
<Silouette> *blinks* ...Eve joined?
<Ayn> NRP: who is Eve Winters?
<Ire> GM: *a woman with two blonde pigtails, that seem to stretch almost all the way down her back, hops herself onto the mat. She is wearing a pilot jumpsuit of some sort. Her opponent gets on the mat, too*
<Dahok> NRP: Dias's hot sexy wife
<Ayn> NRP: cool
<Ire> NRP: TGC character.
* Junior rejoins the others and rubs his face once.
<Ire> NRP: which others? Ayn/Ire or Sil/Dahok?
* Ayn groans, obviously not thrilled with another battle.
<Ire> GM: *Eve stands there as the fight begins. She calmly watches her opponent charge, his blade drawn to slice her in half*
<Dahok> This guy's serious...
<Silouette> ...careless you mean.
<Ire> GM: *then, in a split moment, Eve is no longer in her spot as the guy slashes the air where she was. She is not five feet to the right, spinning around and slamming her foot into his back, sending him stumbling forward to the edge. She steps forward and kicks him harder in the back, flipping off of him as she plummets off the ring. She lands exactly where she began*
<Ire> (she is now)
<Ire> (As he plummets off)
<Ire> GM: *the crowd is just a little surprised, but gives her a hearty cheer. She walks off and the guy, furious, sheathes his blade and storms off*
* Silouette applauds.
<Dahok> *quirks his eye at Sil* Your an ovservant one.
<Ire> Interesting.
<Dahok> God I hope I dont' have to fight her.
<Ayn> .....Welp, you guys are fucked. * she crosses her arms, and sighs with some disappointment.*
<Ire> Voice: Setsuna Asahi and *insert Japanese warrior name*
* Silouette gets up and steps towards the arena.
<Ire> GM: *a man with a brown coat, dirty jeans, and red hair stands off on the very top of the colliseum, pushing up his glasses as he watches. How he got up there is hard to tell*
<Dahok> Go get them Sil.
<Ire> Fighter: *the samurai warrior hops up, his sheathe on his side. Obviously he's a swordsman*
* Silouette draws her blade, glad to be using a style she's more comfortable... and skilled at. Of course, it doesn't show on her face at all. She'd make a terrible actor, but a great poker player.
<Ire> Ref: Ichi..Ni..San..FIGHT!
<Ire> Fighter: *draws his blade in an instant, moving forward rapidly and swinging his katana down at Sil, testing her defenses*
* Silouette moves quickly to parry, not expecting such a quick attack.
<Ire> Fighter: *pushes his weight against Sil briefly, but immediately removes the pressure as his blade changes location. In another moment, he swings horizontally at her sword arm*
* Ayn leans forward now, some interest in her eyes.
<Ire> GM: *the guy who fought Eve earlier walks around, looking for Junior*
* Silouette brings her arm up, letting the blade deflect off her bracer and kicks the man square in the chest.
* Ire tilts his head, spotting the mysterious red haired watcher on the colliseum top area*
<Ire> Fighter: *moves back with the impact, to soften the damage. He immediately presses his advantage with a quick downward strike*
* Junior be sitting with the others.
* Silouette moves quickly to the side, striking upwards towards the man's arm.
<Ire> GM: *the fighter who fought with Eve earlier moves up behind Junior, his blade drawn. He pauses five feet away* Garland Hianule, I challenge you!
<Ire> Fighter: *avoids the attack by removing his entire body several feet away. He nods approvingly**
* Junior looks over to the fighter.
<Junior> You saw what Eve did, right?
* Ayn watches Sil and the fighter with great interest now...
<Ire> Fallen Fighter: She was lucky. You will not be. Fight me now.
* Silouette adjusts her stance, holding the blade paralel to the ground now.
<Junior> Are you really prepared for another fight?
* Dahok goes back to whistling a tune again
<Ire> Fallen Fighter: As my honor stands!
<Ire> Fighter: *steps forward and stabs forward, pulling back immediately.*
* Junior looks at him.
<Junior> Where is the honor in fighting me, out of the ring at that?
* Silouette hops back a little, waiting for a better opening
<Ire> Fallen Fighter: I came to fight you. I will not leave easily, Honored Warrior. Fight me.
<Junior> If you're looking for a quick victory you left your honor in the ring with Eve.
<Ire> Fighter: *moves his blade horizontal and slashes at her with a quick swipe*
<Ire> Fallen Fighter: *seems determined to fight Junior*
<Dahok> NRP: Jr: Fine, but only to a game of Rock Paper Scissors!
* Junior stands, and walks over to the FF.
* Ire looks away from the red-haired man he suspects is McCormick and looks at Junior and the loser
<Junior> What honor will fighting me bring you? Honor lies in how you act, not who you defeat.
<Ire> Fallen Fighter: ... You are the greatest warrior. By fighting you, I gain honor.
<Junior> I'm no great warrior, and even if I were you'd only gain bragging rights, and there is no honor in bragging.
* Silouette brings her blade up under the fighter's, trying to throw his arms up before slashing horizontally for his chest.
<Ire> Fallen Fighter: ...
<Ire> Fighter: *is slashed across the chest. He steps back, surprised*
<Ire> GM: *the red haired man from the top of Colliseum removes himself and walks over, talking to Eve.*
* Ayn jabs her fist in the air slightly, proud of Sil's slash
<Ire> Fighter: *looks at the bloody wound. He nods to Sil with respect* You are very good.
* Silouette takes the offensive, pressing forward and slashing for the fighter's sword arm
<Ire> Fighter: *parries the blow with a quick twist of his blade, hoping to knock Sil off balance*
<Ire> Eve: *suddenly looks serious, as if hearing something she didn't like. She begins to glance around, but then stops, as if ordered not to*
* Silouette misses the mark as her sword is thrown off. "...I get lots of practice."
<Ire> Fallen Fighter: *sheathes his blade, nodding once at Junior and walking off*
* Junior steps away from FF and goes back to his seat.
<Ire> Fighter: *presses his advantage to slash at her backside*
* Ayn grinds her teeth, a bit worried for Sil now
* Silouette trys to twist out of the way, but takes a bit of the hit.
* Silouette stumbles back a step, holding her side with one hand.
<Ire> ...Sil...*sounds concerned*
<Ire> Fighter: *moves forward, turning to slash at her again, this time at her arm*
<Ayn> ....this is why I don't like these things.... *she clenches her fists, fighting the urge to go in there herself*
* Silouette swings to the side not slowing at all dispite her apparent injury, and brings all her weight down on the fighter's foot.
<Ire> Fighter: *winces in pain, momentarily stunned*
<Ire> Red Haired Man: *waves his arms a bit, as if emphasising something. He then hugs Eve, stepping into the crowd and moving through them. He takes a seat and eats popcorn, as if happy*
* Silouette grabs the fighter's head with one hand and slams it down onto her knee
<Ire> Fighter: *is hit hard and falls over, dazed. His sword falls from his hand*
* Ire almost looks proud.
* Ayn grins, "God damn."
* Silouette kicks the sword away, then prods the man to see if he's still conscious.
<Ire> Fighter: *he is. But he's totally out of it. The ref waits, to see what Sil does now*
* Junior notes the red-haired man.
<Ire> GM: *it's no doubt Snipe.*
<Ayn> NRP: yay!!!
* Silouette looks to the man, "...good fight." And steps out.
<Junior> NRP: Back off mah man, Wench!
<Ire> Fighter: *removes himself from the match, barely. He has some dignity. He bows to Sil after he recovers a bit*
<Ire> Voice: Eve Winters and the Cloaked Maniac!
*** CloakedManiac has joined #taw
<Ire> GM: *Eve frowns a bit, stepping into the ring. She crosses her arms, as if waiting*
* CloakedManiac slowly walks into the ring, almost looking reluctant
<Ire> ...I guess he's scared.
*** Eve` has joined #taw
* Dahok looks at the new fight
<Eve`> In the ring. Now.
<Ayn> ...wouldn't you be?
<CloakedManiac> EEEP! *steps onto the ring, his head low, not making eye contact*
<Eve`> I'm VERY disappointed in you!
* CloakedManiac reaches to the back of his hood and scratches what would be the back of his head
<Ire> ...
<Eve`> Don't you look at the ground when I'm talking to you! Look me in the eye!
* CloakedManiac slowly raises his head, his left foot grinding the ground, obviously nervouse and scarred
* Ire raises his eyebrow
<Eve`> I told you to watch the kids, buster. But you have to go and enter the tournament after I forbade you.
<Eve`> And pull off that stupid cloak!
<Ire> ...what...is...this?
* Silouette almost smirks.
<CloakedManiac> ....*drops the hood off his cloak, revealing a silver haired man in his mid-thirties, a look of fear on his face*
*** CloakedManiac is now known as Dias
<Eve`> You want to fight? We're going to fight right now.
<Dias> But you never let me have any fun!
<Ire> Ref: Ichi...ni...san...FIGHT
* Dias eyes go wide
<Dias> Oh for the love of god, not that...
* Eve` begins to stalk forward.
* Dias begins to step backwards
<Eve`> Don't you run away from me. Stand up like a man!
* Dias looks over to the ref
* Ire looks dumbfounded.
<Ire> Ref: *looks sympathetic*
* Ayn sighs, and looks to Ire, "....I'm going to find a soup kitchen and do some work. I'll catch up with you all..."
<Ire> I wouldn't go too far. They hate outsiders interfering.
<Ire> And there would be no soup kitchens.
* Dias turns back to Eve, to find her almost infront of him
* Eve` 's eyes flare red and a power surge flies out.
* Ire stiffens in surprise at the power surge.
* Ayn rolls her eyes, "Where is a girl going to hang out then?" She sighs and looks at Eve, "That's rare, right?"
* Dias puts his arms up, pushing against the power surge, he still slides back from the force
<Silouette> ...that's... *taken off guard*
<Dias> Ahhh crap....
<Ire> Eve...seems to be very powerful
<Ire> ...I'd say...she could be even stronger than McCormick.
* Dias looks out to the crowd, and spots Snipe, a look of happyness on his face as he laughs
<Dias> ....Oh you are soooo dead.
* Eve` blurs out of sight. Moments later she appears above Dias, spiralling down to drill her boots in his head.
<Ire> Snipe: *waves to Dias*
* Dias suddenly disappears and appears on the other side of the ring
* Eve` blurs and appears in front of Dias, going to slam her knee in his gut.
* Dias raises his knee, blocking her knee
* Eve` blurs again and appears behind Dias, punching at the back of his skull.
* Ayn looks to Ire, "Why aren't you and Pope all with the blue energy spewing?"
* Ire watches in utter amazement, unable to track their movement.
* Dias is caught off guard and sent stumbling forward, he quickly crouches down grabbing his head
<Ire> I..don't know...
<Dias> AHHHHHHH!!! THAT HURT! *rubs it furiously*
* Eve` appears on top of Dias, her arms crossed. She balances on him.
* Ayn shrugs, "Well, if these humans can do it, wouldn't all humans have the potential?"
<Eve`> You enjoying it now, buster?
<Ire> The way her eyes glowed red...I don't know if she is human, Ayn.
<Dias> No....*thrusts himself upward, in an attempt to throw Eve off his shoulders*
* Eve` flips and lands in a cat like position nearby.
* Dias appears behind Eve, his arms around her, he dips her over his knee
<Eve`> ...what...exactly, are you doing?
<Ayn> ...oh. *suddenly looks a bit dumbfounded*
* Ire is even more dumbfounded.
<Dias> *winks and blows a kiss at her*
* Dias picks her up and sends her into a spin, letting go
<Eve`> ...buster, you better get back to those kids RIGHT now before I decide to really kick your scrawny butt.
<Silouette> ...showboater
* Ire studies Dias.
* Ayn looks up, and freezes. "....Ire, didn't the Tsiv's eyes glow red...."
<Ire> ...hmmm? Yes, they do.
<Dias> I wanna have some fun!!! *pounds his left foot down, the ring slightly shaking, and cracks appearing below his foot*
* Ayn looks around, her eyes darting. She clenches her fists, and almost looks like a hunted animal, "...we need to go.... now...."
* Eve` pops her knuckles, sliding into a Tsivrixsh battle stance.
<Eve`> Lets do it.
<Junior> NRP: WHat's to be shocked about? Chiere eyes glow colors based on emotions when they're doing the fire-thing.
* Dias face faults
<Dias> Here now?!
<Ire> Interesting battle stance....
* Eve` nods slowly. She seems intent on fighting.
<Dias> Oh...we're fighting...Hmmpf..
Session Close: Fri Oct 10 00:00:00 2003

Session Start: Fri Oct 10 00:00:00 2003
Session Ident: #taw
<Ire> That Dias is a moron.
<Ayn> NRP: right, and Eve's no Cheire, and Ayn has a phobia of Tsivs
* Dias blurs forward, appearing behind Eve, he rests his head ontop of her shoulder
<Junior> NRP: But Ayn doesn't know jack about Eve, that's my point.
* Eve` reaches back so fast that she has Dias' head in her hands. She throws him straight into the mat, cracking it.
* Dias bounces off the mat and flips up landing on his feet
<Dias> Feisty!
* Eve` calmly waits.
<Ayn> NRP: it's a phobia. She see's red eyes, she sees Tsiv battle stance... Ire says Eve might not be human, shes gonna freak
* Ire seems to be watching Eve's stances.
* Dias hops into a stance familiar to those that watched Chad fight the day before, except there's far more confidence in the stance
*** Junior has quit IRC (Quit: SLEEEEP.)
* Eve` appears in front of Dias, trying to hammerblow him in the throat.
<Ire> NRP: The tournament is going to continue into 113, so don't think tonight is it folks. We're going to do this fight and if Kim wants, another Sil match.
* Dias thrusts his hands out and grabs onto Eve's arms, slowlything them to a stop
* Eve` strains.
* Ayn looks to Ire, "You know, I'm gonna go and see how our ship is, okay?"
<Ire> Snipe: *watches, howling with laughter*
<Ire> ...afraid, Ayn?
<Dias> Your so beautiful when your like this...*reaches out with his other hand and while holding her back with his left hand, strokes her face*
<Eve`> ... *suddenly her eyes flare a deep red and her power level surges*
<Dias> EEEP!!!
* Ayn looks to Ire, "I'm not taking any chances."
<Ire> ...amazing power. *looks at the silent crowd* Obviously somethign they aren't use to.
<Ire> Snipe: *falls out of his chair laughing*
* Eve` grabs Dias into a headlock, applying pressure.
<Eve`> Honey, I think I'm going to enjoy this.
<Dias> AAAACCK!!!! *pounds his foot into the arena floor, sending a piece of the floor into the air, he quickly kicks it with his other foot, sending it flying directly at Snipe's forehead*
<Ire> Snipe: *ducks down, letting it impact his chair* Shiiiit.
<Ire> If you watch McCormick and Dias, they both seem fine. You shouldn't worry about Eve Winters.
* Dias looks up at her, his eyes wide and puppy like
* Eve` looks annoyed.
<Dias> FINE YOU WIN! I'll go watch the kids...*sticks his lower lip out*
* Eve` begins to spin rapidly, then hurls Dias straight up into the air.
* Ire watches Dias go up.
<Eve`> Good.
<Dias> AHHHHH!!!!
* Dias reaches his peak height and begins to fall
* Ayn raises her eyebrow, "And if she is? Uh huh. " She throws a quick wave, and then goes walking... into a wall in her nervousness. She excuses herself and goes walking in the right direction.
* Eve` immediately calms down, waving to the shocked crowd as she walks off, knowing Dias' impact point is outside the ring.
<Ire> Snipe: *decides to run out of Colliseum at this point, passing Ayn*
* Dias tumbles and slams into the ground
* Dias quickly flips up
* Eve` walks out of sight.
*** Eve` has left #taw
* Ayn watches Snipe walk past her, and gets even more nervous.
<Ire> ...
<Ire> These super powers can be a danger...
<Dias> OOOH SNIPE YOU ARE SOOOO DAED!!!! *sprints towards the outside of the arena and leaps up and into the bleachers where he sprints towards Snipe full speed*
<Ire> Snipe: *is long gone, running down the streets. Soon, he, too, is out of sight*
* Dias skids to a halt outside teh colliseum
<Ire> GM: *a short break is called in the Colliseum to fix the floor*
* Ire stands up, walking over to Sil.
<Dias> CURSES!!! *shakes his fist at the air*
* Ayn exits the colliseum, and halts for a moment, looking left or right, trying to decide how to get back to the ship
<Dias> Ahh well...guess I gotta go take care of those rascals...*walks off*
*** Dias has quit IRC (Quit: )
<Ire> I believe Mrs. Winters will be a problem in future matches
* Dahok sits on the sidelines, completely confused at the previous battle.
* Ire looks over his shoulder at where Ayn went.
<Ire> .oO (Mental note: Her phobia of Tsivrixsh is deep. A true weakness)
* Ire looks at where Eve went, puts his hands in his trench coat and walks over in that direction.
*** Dahok is now known as Dias-Away
* Ayn takes a deep breath, and begins walking towards the shuttle, doing her best to blend in
<Ire> Snipe: *blends in nearby Ayn, looking over his shoulder for Dias*
* Ayn keeps walking....
<Ire> Snipe: *keeps moving in the same general direction*
* Ire finishes his talk with Eve and rejoins Sil.
* Ayn pauses while she waits to cross the street
<Ire> Snipe: *crosses the street and almost gets run over.*
<Silouette> *glances to Ire* ...so how's the real show going?
<Ire> The real show?
* Ire looks at Sil.
* Ayn shakes her head, and once it's safe, crosses the street.
<Ire> Snipe: *looks in a window shop on the other side*
* Silouette nods slightly towards where she last saw all the others
* Ayn stops at a vendor, to buy a rice ball.
<Ire> I don't know. Junior and Dahok seem to be resting up. Ayn is running in some blind fear of Eve.
<Ire> Snipe: *moves on, passing the vendor and heading down the crosswalk*
* Ayn takes a bite of the ball and begins to once again walk down the street
<Ire> Snipe: *looks left and right, finally finding the place he wanted. He steps into some alley*
* Ire glances at sil.
<Ire> You've done well so far.
<Ayn> NRP: gnight.
*** Ayn has quit IRC (Quit: Whatever I've done, I've been staring down the barrel of a gun.)
* Ire looks at some of the other fighters wandering around, including Eve Winters.
<Ire> Just becareful.
* Ire turns and walks away.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Fri Oct 10 00:24:34 2003