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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Vita Date: July 1, 2014, 9:54 am
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Wincing, Vita braced herself for the sudden leg headed her way
as she attempted a duck to avoid the ignorant blow, the lively
tale being spun by the well equipped but rather short mare in
her path reaching a climax that required a hoofball wind up and
swing as she explained the time she "totally took on that hydra
on her own". The duck, the mare's sharp reflexes and equally
keen eyes, along with the half shouted but also kind of half
hearted "Woah, watch out" muttered by the only pony to notice
the coming collision of face and hoof - him either being half
asleep or not actually worried about what might happen to the
approaching doctor - was enough to halt the coming moment that
some may have been hoping to see for separate reasons ranging
from amusement to "strategy". A few seconds of awkward
apologizing and Vita was eventually able to get what she had
come to that particular group of ponies for, certain important
information she'd need to know just in case something somehow
happened in the field later on in the tournament, an allergic
reaction to a certain type of aspirin being revealed and logged
with professional brevity once the potential of needing to treat
herself for a new bruise was behind them, Vita giving a final
thank you as she turned and mentally checked those ponies off of
a list that only existed in her head.
Moving on, the encounter and threat of accidentally receiving a
black eye encouraged Vita to attempt a different way of
approaching the increasingly nervous or excited fighters who
were focused solely on making themselves look or sound good at
the moment, Vita deciding that just trotting up from behind one
with a big smile in her rush to finish checking all the
newcomers may lead to the loss of teeth as the boasting and body
language accompanying it only grew more grand and ridiculous
with every passing moment.
The change in how she was handling the last few ponies was
evident in her more cautious approach of a small group of
chatting ponies, one looking unarmed another carrying a crossbow
and a third being encased in a heavy suit of armor. They seemed
tame enough from their more relaxed exchange amid the growing
restlessness of the room, but she took her time in reaching them
either way, that allowing her to catch on to what they were
talking about - the tournament, duh - and let them more or less
finish their current thought and move on to one she could segway
herself onto, though she still pinned back her ears a bit as she
cut in to their conversation with, "That's right, there
shouldn't be any worry about any serious ouches too be suffered
with the field over the field, but even still they have ponies
like me to fill in any hypothetical gaps."
She gave a smile to appear friendly, even though it wore an
apologetic shade over how she'd just sort of barged into their
conversation.
"Hi, my name's Vita. I'm one of the few volunteer medics for the
tournament, and I'm doing a sweep of the recent entrants into
the tournament for any kind of issues somepony like me should
know about in case something somehow went wrong, A precaution,
sure, but stuff like allergies and preexisting conditions could
still cause complications even if its just for treating
something less serious than somepony would expect from this kind
of stuff. So, if you all wouldn't mind giving me a brief run
down of anything important I might need to know about, I and I'm
sure future you would appreciate it. And don't worry, I'm a
licensed doctor for my day job - with proof - so anything you
tell me would be handled with doctor patient confidentiality." A
certain paranoid stallion from earlier made her feel like she
needed to tell everypony around here that now...
Noticing a passing mare behind her, one wearing a dark brown
cloak and, oddly enough, carrying an hourglass while seeming
very disinterested of the idea of chit chat, Vita felt the need
to try and drag her into what she probably wanted to avoid for
her own sake as time was running out and soon she would probably
dissapear into the crowd as everypony seemed to be around there.
"Oh, um, Miss?" She tried, barely earning a halt of the other
ponies trot and feeling slight relief over how this probably
meant she was correct in her assumption of the gender beneath
the large cloak and hood that came with it, "could I have a word
for a sec? It's a little important, about medical stuff and
anything I should know for if you get a bump or something, but
shouldn't take long, so I'll try to make it as quick as I can."
First thinking she was being ignored or that the other mare had
a hearing problem, Vita almost repeated herself just as the
other pony muttered a simple "Nothing that needs sharing" as she
turned her attention forward again and took back up her trot,
Vita raising a hoof and opening her mouth to ask if she was sure
but how the other mare seemed to have forgotten that she even
existed it was evodent that she was pretty darn sure.
With a shrug, Vita looked back to the other ponies, "Same with
you guys?"
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Striker Date: July 2, 2014, 9:00 am
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Striker pranced lightly in place with the mention of
nervousness. "Ah, I'm definitely nervous. I came out here to
talk and try to relax, since I won't have a whole lot to do
until after the preliminary matches, when the opening ceremony
starts. Probably not the same kind of nervousness as waiting to
fight, though," he said with a laugh. "I think you guys are
brave just for signing up for this tourney."
Striker looked curiously at the white unicorn when she entered
the conversation, relieved to hear that there were measures in
place to keep the competing ponies safe. He could stand a few
cuts and burns, which were rather common at the university's
lab, but some of the weapons the fighters were holding looked
like they could deal out serious damage. When Vita explained her
credentials as a medic, Striker's eyes widened slightly. "A
licensed doctor, you say? Well, color me impressed!" His
training to become a licensed pyrotechnician felt intense to
Striker, but he knew a few ponies studying medicine at the
university, and they had to go through tons of preparation in
order to earn their license. "I'm not competing, just helping
with special effects, but I suppose I could be burned by one of
the fireworks. Oh, I'm Striker, by the way. No allergies or
anything, as far as I know."
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Foxtrot Date: July 2, 2014, 12:17 pm
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Foxtrot tenses up as a rustling occurs in his pocket, his hoof
casually falling onto his sword's handle as his taser levitates
up and over to the group of ponies who begin examining it with
the utmost scrutiny. As they begin chastising his gear and
social status, the unicorn instinctively falls to a rather bored
and unimpressed look, this of course not being the first time
uppity ponies ranted and lectured about something he was tuning
out in his head like a student not listening to a teacher’s
lecture; something about hoods or fashion or whatever. He does
take notice when they leave, the silver pony's disposal of his
device almost makes Foxtrot open his mouth to say something.
However the group vanishes into the crowd just as soon as they
randomly appeared Foxtrot’s piece of equipment also makes a
vanishing act before anything can be done.
The unicorn sits there and sighs, "Well that's gonna be 200 bits
out of my next paycheck. At least my other one’s still safe in
storage." He suddenly chuckles, almost goes into full blown
laughter as he recalls the verbiage he received from the
vermilion stallion, "Ah 'hoods'. And I almost forgot why I hated
Canterlot. Oh well, I still got prep work to do." Slinging back
his guitar, Foxtrot tunes it's strings and plays a quick little
melody before putting his instrument away.
He then pulls out his rope, a flashbang, and a smoke grenade.
Pulling two thin strings apart from the rope, he ties each
strings' end to the pin of each grenade before wrapping the
thread around each canister. From there he begins fiddling with
the firing mechanism, altering the timing for instant detonation
rather than the standard three second wait time. With the two
grenades slightly modified he pockets them and looks around,
finding the ponies around him growing anxious for the fighting
to begin. As for Foxtrot, well his time in the Royal Guard has
had him do two things, something action packed, or literally
just waiting around doing nothing. So, the unicorn falls back to
his usual routine; he pulls his hood over his face, leans back
on his seat with his head resting on his hoofs, and tries to get
some shut eye as he waits for something to happen.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: July 2, 2014, 9:45 pm
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Mesa nodded when Kite pointed out that most of the combatants
had some level of nervousness, the thought reassuring her. But
she frowned slightly at his next comment, then opened her mouth
to respond when a white unicorn mare suddenly joined in the
conversation. "Getting hurt isn't the thing that's worrying me,"
she muttered under breath, too quiet for the others to make out.
But she returned Vita's smile, sliding a little to the side to
allow the unicorn into the small group. She listened as Vita
explained who she was, raising one eyebrow at the promise of
patient confidentiality. She doubted it would be very
confidential to list off conditions while standing in a crowd
like this, but she just shrugged.
She watched as a pony passed behind Vita, wearing a cloak and
carrying an... hourglass? Maybe they have their weapons under
that cloak? Mesa wondered distractedly, returning her attention
to Vita as the cloaked pony muttered something and trotted away.
After Striker introduced himself, Mesa added, "And I'm the same.
No allergies or conditions that I'm aware of." Due to rarely
having access to medicine beyond basic painkillers, Mesa had no
idea if she would have any reaction to advanced or uncommon
medicines, but she wasn't particularly worried. She was sure
officials at the tourney wouldn't let anyone get too seriously
injured or sick. Her notched ear flicked slightly as she heard a
distant BANG and then faint guitar, but she played little
attention to it as she fidgeted absent-mindedly.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Golden Gear Date: July 3, 2014, 6:35 pm
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"In other words... No weapons..." Golden said, giving Sero a
smirk. "Though they didn't even mention those at the registry
table..."
"Oh. So you're not a fighter. You must belong to the staff then,
since you're here." Golden said, having seen a sign indicating
that the area was for contestants and staff only. "And i still
doubt the effectiveness of a book in battle. At least the one
that you were reading" When Golden was questioned about her
goals, a little more serious look settled on her face. "I don't
care about the fame, but i really need the money. I'm hoping to
walk away with at least little bit of money..." As she spoke,
Golden looked around the room "... Though i'm starting to doubt
my chances... There is lot's of rookies here, i can tell that by
the looks they have on their faces. But there's also determined,
probably very skilled ponies here..."
"Do you know if they have some form of armor here...? I'm
starting to feel that i could use a sturdy chain mail or
breastplate in the ring"
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sero Date: July 4, 2014, 9:46 am
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"They try to encourage ponies to bring their own weapons and
stuff," Sero said with a slight shrug, "to encourage everyone to
be unique in thei own way, I suppose. Having a tournament full
of ponies all geared up with the same stuff would make it less
interesting to the crowd watching. I guess they want competitors
to be instantly recognizable the second they walk out their so
the fans have a better time with it.
"Nope. Neither," he replied to her assumption, "Like I said, I'
just here to watch. Got myself a 'backstage pass' if you will.
And any book can cause damage if you swing it hard enough!" When
the conversation grew a bit more serious, Sero gave her a nod,
"Well, I wish you good luck then. As for the armor... I think
they have suits available along with the weapons, but they still
aren't anything you'd really want to take into a fight with you.
Probably just slow you down more than protect you, but maybe
they have a half decent bit of padded armor?"
Sero glanced over towards the door leading out of the room and
towards the section of the arena where he fighting was going to
take place, Sero then scanning the ponies crowding around and
seeing if he could make predictions regarding their chances
based on his experience in witnessing the tournament in the
past. There were a few that seemed capable enough but he knew
that most were just louder than they were skilled.
He spotted a small group of ponies enter the room and instantly
recognized each of them, Sero looking both excited but also more
serious as he ducked his head slightly and watched them. "I
don't know if you'll have time to fetch anything extra though
since I'm pretty sure things are about to start." He told the
mare while seeming to be trying to decide if he wanted to stay
where he was or move.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Vita Date: July 4, 2014, 10:14 am
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"Nothing," Vita said with a nod at pyrotechnic pony's response,
"and... nothing," she gave a second to the crossbow pony,
"Great! Makes things a heck of a lot simpler and safer around
here in case stuff happens. What about you?" the doctor turned
her attention to the heavily armored stallion, "Want to make it
three out of three? If you would feel more comfortable with a
bit more privacy than we could move away from the crowd?"
The mention of moving was accompanied by Vita's head swiveling
to look at a few places where they could go, but this stopped
when she saw the new ponies entering the room from the combat
area's entrance.
"Oh, shoot..." She grumbled to herself, "I guess I couldn't
finish everything in time... We need to rush your answer in a
few minutes, okay?" she asked/instructed/told the armored
pegasus before turning to watch the newcomers.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Sir Providence Date: July 4, 2014, 12:34 pm
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Filing into the room, vermillion leading silver, yellow and
light blue, four ponies took up spots in front of the way
leading to then combat area, the pony leading almost being
framed by the mouth of the way leading further into the arena
while the others flanked him and watched the ponies milling
about and keeping the heavy cloud of noise thick with broken
conversations mingling into a mess of words. A few ponies
noticed them as they entered, most of whom recognizing two of
them and cutting their activities, preparations and talks short
so as to focus on them, a couple being excited to see them,
others worried and others unsure as to whether their appearance
was a good or bad thing either way, one of the ponies, the
yellow coated one, looking to find these reactions to be amusing
while the blue of the two didn't appear to care in the
slightest.
The vermillion pony, preparing to speak, cleared his throat as
if to gain the attention of those whom hadn't noticed them yet,
this - of course - failing to do anything to kill the noise.
Another clearing of his throat, since that evidently was all he
was willing to try, and a continued lack of response from the
crowd was enough to cause the yellow coated pony to lose his
small amount of patience.
"Hey! Rookies! Shut up and perk your ears for a few, would ya?
This ain't a forum, so shush your faces and pay attention!"
shouted the fiery maned pony, loud enough to pierce the ears of
even the most gossipy of ponies present, them turning their
attention to where he'd demanded them to and noticing their
presence. The pegasus, obviously pleased with himself, wore a
self satisfied smile while giving a somewhat sarcastic wave of
his hoof and bow of his head to the pony in charge and getting
an equally sarcastic nod from the vermillion pony while the
silver of the four rolled his eyes and the light blue unicorn
stared at the combatants like a statue.
"Not entirely necessary, but thanks anyway, Orion,"the
vermillion pony said in a tone that showed a lack of enthusiasm
for the method chosen by Orion to hush the crowd. Orion didn't
look to care.
"Anyway! Now that I have your attention..." the vermillion
stallion cleared his throat again and smiled his attention back
to the crowd, "Mares and gentlecolts! My name is J. Harr, the
current organizer in charge around here, and I would like to
officially welcome you all to the event of the year. The Windigo
Tourney! The tournament that tests the best of the best and
displays what each and every is capable of in front of a
cheering crowd of adoring ponies ready to remember your names
and root for your success. Those of you standing before me now
have already shown that you have the courage and will to sign up
rather than buy a ticket, and already you are one step closer to
having your feats be recorded in our Hall of Fame along with
some of the most impressive warriors in our world's history and
be remembered for as long as time holds meaning.
"Also one step closer to possibly becoming rich. An equally
respectable goal, and just as enticing if you ask me," he added
on as a sort of half joke, Orion grinning at the newcomers while
the others in the group continued to look either bored or just
barely alive, "but before we start the combat and those of you
with extreme confidence start deciding on what you're going to
buy when this is all over, there are a few things we need to go
over as I'm sure you can feel that things are about to kick of.
Basic rules and information and all that.
"Number one!" he began to list, voice sounding rehearsed as if
this was something he had said a hundred times before,
"Everything happens out in the arena. Keep the excitement out
where the fans can see it, as anything happening back stage here
will be met with harsh repercussions.
"Number two! Anything not approved at the front desk, aside from
basic necessities, are automatically banned and will not be
tolerated should they be spotted. This includes on the spot
acquisition and holding of goods until the either the end of the
tournament or your elimination, or flat out disqualification
should it make an appearance during a match. Them's the rules.
There's the door and the registry table should you either not
agree or happen to 'remember' something you forgot to show them
when signing up.
"Number three! For those of you worried about your personal well
being and have not yet been informed, the chances of you
receiving a serious injury during your time here on tournament
grounds are kept at a minimum with the help of a magical field
generator designed to suppress the damage one can sustain from
blows, falls and tumbles. we haven't had a broken bone in years.
However! This does not mean you are invincible. We here at the
tourney believe that pain and fatigue is an important part of a
fight, wouldn't you agree? Because of this the field protecting
you does not block what you should feel when you take a hit. If
something should break your leg, it will feel like you broke
your leg. If you get stabbed? Guess what. It's going to hurt. A
lot. So, just because you've got something keeping you from
getting killed, don't take that as an excuse to just run out
there without a care in the world, but do take it as an excuse
to not hold back. Oh, also, minor bruising is normal, so if you
make it to the later stages of the tournament and see this don't
worry about it.
"Number four! Obey the signs and members of the staff as they
direct you. The preliminaries will begin soon, and afterwards,
should you make it, you will be allowed more freedom when it
comes to where you can go here in the arena, but that does not
mean you have the run of the place. Should one of our guards
give you command to vacate an area, you are to obey it just as
you would anywhere else.
"And number five. This is a show, people. Ponies from all over
are coming to watch you compete. Whether they be done up in
swank glad rags or show up with nothing but their coats, they
all deserve to see something memorable, and its now all up to
you to leave them satisfied after every match. Surely having a
fan base would be a good thing, right?" Orion grinned again as
Mr. Harr spoke, him being in full agreement for more reasons
than one.
"Now, as for how we're going to move on from here," the
organizer continued, "the next step for all of you is to take
part in the preliminaries. This will consist of a rapid fire
series of quick matches watched and judged not only by dedicated
fans who are showing up early but also by a panel of stallions
and mares basing their decisions on several factors. You and
your opponents will be chosen at random and giving a single
briefly timed round to give it your all. The more impressive you
are and the more circles you can run around your opponent the
better. Once the number of combatants are brought down to an
easier number to organize the preliminaries will end, after
which those of you who will have avoided being eliminated will
gather back here for an explanation of what will happen next and
we will carry on from there.
"Now... I think I managed to cover everything you need to know
for the time being... Yeah. Should you have any questions I urge
you to seek out any of the officials here and ask them for
help." around this moment the silver pony standing beside Mr.
Harr was approached by what looked like one of the officials
mentioned, him being whispered a message then nodding and waving
the pony off. "In a few minutes ponies will enter and begin to
call names and give instructions, when they do please follow
them to the letter and we will hopefully get this done sooner
rather than later. Im excited to see which ones of you might
just go all the way this year, and I wish each and every one fo
you all of the luck in the world."
Finished with his quick rundown of rules and what would be
coming next, Mr. Harr had his attention pulled by the silver
pony, him being repeated the message from the official then
glancing over the crowd of combatants with a small smirk before
whispering something back then turning to leave, Orion and the
light blue unicorn following while the silver pony lingered by
the doorway and stayed behind.
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Kite Date: July 4, 2014, 10:08 pm
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Kite doesn't catch the frown from Mesa, being distracted by the
approaching doctor. "Hello!" He greets, nodding at her. He
watches the hourglass-wielding pony pass by as the others give
their answers, ignoring Vita's question for a few moments before
the strange cloaked pony disappears into the crowd. "What?" Oh,
sorry." He says, turning his attention back to the blue maned
mare. "No problems here. Actually went for a physical just to
make sure a few days ago." He answers, then follows her gaze to
the newcomers. "I'm guessing they're important." He comments
just before the yellow pony yells for attention. Maybe not the
most official way of doing it, but it definitely worked, as a
hush falls on the stadium. The leader of the group, apparently
the organizer of the tournament, steps forward and begins to
speak. The things he lists off aren't anything he hadn't been
expecting, but he was of course an experienced knight, and had
been to tournaments before. Most likely some of the newer ponies
needed it though, and he'd be willing to bet some of them would
still get in trouble. He's not too worried about the
preliminaries, his training most likely more than enough to see
him through, unless he's put up against one of the more
experienced ponies in attendance. He turns to the small group
again as the organizer withdraws, and for a moments gives Mesa a
look over. For all he knew he could be ending up fighting her
sooner rather than later, and taking a second to size her up
couldn't hurt anything. "Well, things are just about to get
started." He says after a moment of silence, and sticks out his
hoof to the crossbow using pegasus. "Good luck miss Mesa, I look
forward to seeing what you can do." He looks to the side as he
does this, at Vita. "And you too, I hope there's nothing too
serious you have to deal with."
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Re: A Good Day For Combat
By: Striker Date: July 7, 2014, 4:38 pm
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Striker's attention was drawn away from the group of chatting
ponies by a shout from the newcomers that Vita had noticed. The
yelling came from a stallion with a similar color scheme to his
own, although Striker hoped the resemblance ended there. He
would never act nearly as arrogant as that Orion character, no
matter how famous he ever became - at least, he hoped he
wouldn't. Striker attempted to keep his feelings of disgust to
himself, though, recognizing Orion as one of the famous
competitors at the tourney who had the most complex special
effects, and he wasn't about to let personal opinions get in the
way of doing a good job.
Striker stood facing the general direction of the speaker,
without paying any particular attention to what was being said.
From his years at the university, Striker had mastered the art
of just picking up the information relevant to him out of
speeches while only appearing to listen to the rest. His ears
twitched at the mention of "rich," and he wondered for a moment
how much he would be paid for filling in for the special effects
leader. Well, Professor Sparks had probably worked it out with
whoever called him. Probably. The professor sometimes forgot
about details like bits and food and sleep, since they were so
much less exciting compared to pyrotechnics. The rest of the
information was aimed at the competitors, and Striker didn't
tune in again until near the end, when Harr talked about putting
on a good show. That's why I'm here, he thought to himself,
smiling, providing entertainment.
"Alright, I should get back to my special effects team now,"
Striker said, returning his attention to the group after the
speaker finished. "Good luck, Mesa, Kite; I'll be cheering for
you! And Vita, here's to hoping me and you keep everything
moving smoothly behind the scenes while the warriors fight it
out!"
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