Soulgenics-versus-Saoi: Holiday Tournament--Round 1

[Seth~Mayvus]

Soulgenics-versus-Saoi

Created By- Seth Mayvus
Winter Tournament Template

'Hot Ice'

Enjoy

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The snow continued to fall upon the ruined town, long fogotten in the Siberian wasteland. Yeah, a real winter wonderland, the kind that froze armies in their tracks, at least those hapless enough to find themselves fighting on foot in this weather. It was 40 degrees below zero, and all the air was filled with a dreamy white haze. One would be without concentration here, as the cold air sucked the air from their lungs, and left them forever immotalized, a new part of the scenery...

What a wonderful world....

This town was mostly intact, merely glazed over by the never summer of the Russian Motherland, as it embraced it with its cold grasp. It was very rare that the ground ever unfroze enough to bury those that the land had claimed, especially at this point of the air.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust....

....for there is no place to be interred for eternity...

The winds continued to blow with dark fury, as the winter continued to pitch and moan in it's self made bed of white, its clouds of grey and cream creating a maelstrom of cold oblivion, like a hurricane, almost.

It raged, it spewed, it blew out snow. Then it all grew silent, ans the clouds were carried away even further into the east. Oh, the snow that now lay there, the white condensation made still by the winters blast. In this town square surrounded by a few three to four story buildings, there lay snow tightly packed, ten feet high. All that could be found of the town square and marketplace of this ghost town was the flat roof of it's gazebo. And it would take only till any combatants realized the doors were no longer available, that the fighter would realize how high the snow lay.

The sun shined down from above, and the winds were far gentler now, only a delicate winter breeze. The temperature was now closer to 40, do to the now steadily rising temperature...

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Alright, here are the ground rules. First of all, No Godmodding. Secondly, each contestant has two days after this fight has been issued to arrive at the scene, and two days to end the fight. Any other rules of the site apply. Weapons are limited to whatever yor character might logically carry on his person. No 'weapons cache'ing, and no godmodding. Simple as pie.

We are grading two things:

1.) Quality of RPing
2.) Fight's logical winner

A bit of advice; keep it sweet and simple. The more you blow up a given characters capabilities, the more difficult it is to write with quality. Good-luck, and fight till someone decides to throw in the towel, and honorably take a loss, or till myself or one of the other judges ends the fight. If you have any questions, contact myself or 'X'. Good luck, and may you fight with gaul.

Happy-Holidays, and a Happy New Year

[Saoi]

Here comes Santa claus...


Saoi stood, alone and a solitary figure against the snowfall. Her hair speckled with the white substance, it's locks long and well kept. The raven like thread spun to her shoulders, where they met the soft skin of the japanese youth. Bare shoulders tickled against the cold as the soft wind brushed agaisnt her. Her attire was agaisnt the logci of the weather, the sports bra, black and tight fitting was the only thing she wore to cover her chest. Toned stomach revealed in the sunlight and dotted with small goosebumps. HEr lower half was covered by a pair of workout shorts, the spandex material clung to herself like a second skin.

She wasn't worried about her opponent staring, the cold would take care of that. Currently she stood, the katana jammed into the ground before her, it's pink sheath marking a rebillious attitude to the japanese culture she was raised around. The 9mm weapon was being shifted around in a fingerless gloved hand, as she unlocked the clip and slid it back within, cocking the weapon back and then sliding it into the leg holster strapped across her outer thigh.

Adjusting the gloves once more with careless attitude she began the ritual of talkign to herself.

"If this takes to long..I should have never entered this tournament in the first place." she muttered, cold breath coming out in short puffs of gray cloud. The gloves she adjusted where pink in color as well, being reflected agaisnt the concentrated dark orbs. With a sigh she leaned backwards to plant her bottom on the edge of the tall fountain that stood in the middle of the square, it's movment halted by the temperature and it's water falling forever in a eternal hold.

She had no idea who the man or woman she was to fight, nor frankly did she care. She knew she would win..she would get to the top, just as she had been taught. She was a weapon, finely tuned and crafted mentally and physically all thanks to the syndicate. She was the perfect assasian, the most dangerous rose. And besides...it was near christmas...

His blood was her present.

Let's rumble boy.

[Blasphemy.]

Black boots and a red suit, what better way to represent the holiday better then by adorning such festive attire? After all, it was the same wardrobe worn by old Saint Nick as he delivered gifts to the righteous. A tradition upheld by fathers who delivered toys to their daughters and sons. However, this Saint Nick upheld no such traditions and dealt no rewards to the virtuous, but like all Santa’s his arrival was heralded by that trademark laugh. In a voice of unparallel jubilation, it rang throughout the sea of white.

“Ho, ho, ho!”

Alerting all to the presence of both it and the man whose voice propelled the unforgettable words from his lips. However, the silhouette of what appeared to be a bulky chap needed no such introduction, for the sloshing sound of his boots had taken care of that. Right up until, he’d navigated his way through the snow-covered municipality to the doorstep of his enemy. The opponent, this so-called Santa clause was to do battle against; and he had just the right tools in store for such a brawl. One of which were words, he thought would be the perfect instrument in getting a rise out of the lithe beauty.

“Ho, ho what a good little girl you’ve been, now how about taking a squat on my lap so I can give your gift?”