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#1 Post by Optix »

A figure sat in front of a computer screen, twiddling his thumbs while contemplating a hard decision. At the entrance to the room stood 12 hooded figures dressed in all black, awaiting direction from the man behind the desk. 
On the computer screen were displayed 2 dozen faces. They were of various different races and varied from male to female to undefinable. 
The hard choice facing the man was to narrow down the list from 24 to 12. 
He began the tiresome task, unhappy that it couldn't just be all 24, but happy that they were all such capable fighters. 
He sorted through the list slowly, selecting the most interesting and promising from the group. 

It may have taken 2 and a half hours, but the job got done and the messengers got sent out with their directions. They were to deliver a letter to the selected fighters, and nothing more than handing the letter over. They were also instructed not to speak a word while on their individual missions. 

The letter held instructions to make their way to the nearest harbor where a boat would be waiting to transfer them to the island, and that they could bring one other person with them and their choice of clothing and weaponry. 

((Ok, you can all decide how the letter gets to you and where you are at the time, just make sure that the messenger doesn't actually say anything))
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Mysk

The battlefields of the ex soviet states of Georgia... You see, the supposedly united nation found themselves in a civil war between a pro Russian group and a pro American one, a small group of nationalists thrown into the mix but they didn't have the weaponry and supplies of the other two groups. Then came the small forest near the capital of Tbilisi, a raging battle took place between the two factions as they positioned themselves for the capital but one figure, an extremely big figure, stood out from the regular soldiers. Holding a .50 machine gun like a normal rifle, he blasted his way through a make shift bunker. "PATHETIC! CAN YOU VERMIN ATLEAST HOLD A PROPER DEFENSIVE LINE?!" Every soldier that saw the freakish walking armor ran for there lives and the battlefield soon was held by the pro Russians.

After the battle, The giant was talking with the leader of the pro Russians, about payment, a second later, the leaders tent was engulfed in greenish flames, several screams coming from it only to be silent a few seconds later. "Pay me half. Pfft right... " As he walked away from the burning tent, a strange robed figure just stood there, his hand extended towards the giant with a letter. There was no offer or details but those ones and zeroes... It made the choice pretty easy. "Allright! off to some complete strangers boat to take me away to some strange far away lands! YaAaAaAay...."
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"Don't sneak up on me. Next time, you die." Xavier looked over the hooded figure, who now sported a decent wound from a sword penetrating straight through their upper arm. The marksman was a little suspicious of the person before him since they didn't react in the slightest to their wound. The shrouded figure simply ripped out the sword, stabbed an envelope onto it and threw it into the ground at the hunter's feet. Xavier grabbed the sword but when he looked back up, the figure was gone. Odd... He pulled the envelope off the sword before examining its contents: a tournament invitation and a set of instructions. A small grin works its way across Xavier's face as heads he coastward. I've hunted game and I've hunted criminals, but true warriors? This will be the utimate test of my skill.
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The messenger approached the abandoned warehouse and slipped inside. After weaving in between the rusted machines it found the target curled up on a makeshift bed of old newspapers with a neko of about the same age. It reached down to wake the target when it suddenly found itself pinned to one of the machines behind it with a short sword covered in violet flames poised about a half-inch away from slitting it's throat.

Derek stared at the figure he had pinned to the machine. He wasn't sure if this was an assassin or just someone seeking shelter. "Who are you, and why are you here?" The figure responded by pulling an envelope from beneath ots cloak and tossing it to the ground. Derek reached down to pick it up, but by the time he looked back up the figure had vanished. He swung his sword into a reverse grip, suddenly on high alert.

About ten minutes passed before Derek calmed down. He sheathed his weapon, picked up the envelope, cut the top open with one of his hooklike claws, and pulled out the paper inside. He unfolded it and silently cursed. Damn. I understand only about half of this, maybe. I guess I'll need to wake Tabby up so she can read it. He walked to the newspaper bed and gently nudged his companion, trying to wake her up.
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Vlar was sitting at a computer terminal in his lab, monitoring the vitals of his creation. "yes that is good Issy keep up that pace. i will be turning the dial up another 10 miles soon so you will need to compensate for the speed difference for the next hour."

Issy the the target of the talking looked down at the red display in front of him, it already read 45, so he would be running at 55 for the next hour. " yes Father." he said in a cold monotone. suddenly his ears perked up and he jumped off the piece of equipment. "Father someone has breached the compound."

Vlar look up from the computer. "what! Describe this person to me."

Issy's eyes blink open and closed at an amazing rate. "Tall, maybe 5'8". no shoes. wearing a black robe, and mask. Left hand has a piece of parchment in it. right behind you."

Vlar turned around in his chair. "AH hello, i knew i would be getting one of these, but i didnt know if it would be for another time in my life time. yes yes thank you i know you boys do not talk, i will take the letter and..." the cloaked figure walked past vlar and knelt before issy and presented him the letter.

"father?" issy held up his hand waiting to hear if he was allowed to take the letter.

"yes boy take it along with that impudent messengers head." Vlar sounded slightly aggressive. out of the 4 tournaments he has been to. this was the first messenger to give the letter of invitation to his Creation and not the creator.

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Amongst a small apartment, a figure sat, mixing some form of paint up he carefully coated the sides of his sword wood with obsidian chunks nearly forming "there we go should strength the wood...and make the obsidian nigh indestructible. just wish the runes were easier to carve and apply." a swift rap came at the door Arkoss carefully pulled up his hood and opened the door, the two hooded figures locked eyes as bet as you could in cloaks the hooded figure handed Arkoss the note, which he read, he nodded and the stranger departed. "battle...something to satiate the rage sealed inside...and it's controlled...very good very good..."
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10:00PM, Manhattan: Arin was walking down a small street towards his home, when he noticed someone had been following him for several blocks. Not one to take seemingly harmless things lightly, he pretended to ignore it until making a quick turn down a dark alley. His pursuer was soon met by a blinding light upon entering the alley, Arin's left hand outstretched and glowing with light "Care to explain why you're following me pal?"

The hooded figure slowly reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope, then began to walk away. After about a minute of waiting, Arin walked over to the envelope and picked it up just as a gust of wind was about to carry it away "...Strange..." Pocketing it, he continued on his way home.

10:45PM Arin's apartment: After turning the lights on and locking the door, Arin walked over to his computer desk and reached for a letter opener. He opened the card and after reading the details of the letter, scratched his head "A tournament huh? Aria's definitely gonna want to hear about this..." He picked up the phone and dialed Aria's number.
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Tabby yawned cutely before sitting up "Time to move already?" She was then presented with the letter by Derek. She looked it over, and after studying it for quite a while, blinked a few times "This is an invite to a fighting tournament, and it tells us where to go and when to get there." She looked over at Derek curiously "What should we do?"
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Derek closed his eyes and stretched his arms out. "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but that big number on the bottom is some sort of prize, right? I mean, the one other than the phone number. What do you think we could do with that much cash?"
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Crest was moving quietly though a village deep in a forest, "Blink tell me what you see?" he said crouching down in some weeds. Blink was sitting on top of a very large oak tree, "the brush is to think moving to thermal scope" Blink said typing on his collar his eyes starting to glow red. "i have 42 readings removing marks that are to small or to big for people.... 20 people in the village targets location unknown but there is a large collection oh people in the fifth building a few clicks there are two target in each building between them" Blink finished. "roger" Crest said as there was a click and light hum as he activated his suit disappearing into thin air. he move quietly through the brush only the slight movement of leaves and grass to show he location.

there was a crowed on 12 people around the building all heavily armed but there was one person in the group dress better than the rest. he uncloaked and took a picture of the man, "energy at 80% sending picture confirm target" Crest said. Blink checked the picture "confirm take him out do it quietly once target is dead leave with what ever you want" Blink smiled. Crest cloaked again and flanked around the back drawing his blades and uncloak above the rearguard. he jumped down and sliced there throat before they could make a peep and eh cloaked again. "power at 50% finishing target" he said creeping into the house. he walked right up behind the target and turn armor mod on his suit glowing yellow, before anyone could do anything Crests blade pieces the targets chest through his heart. the group raised there gun and unloaded into Crest a bullet bounced on his shoulder and he grunted in pain. He jumped up and over the ground and disappeared at high speeds into the bushes. the people gave chase but where stopped as the whole village exploded. Crest jumped from a cliff and into the sea.

a few hours latter a helicopter picks up Crest an Blink and hands him a litter "we have a new mission".
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In a backwater alley in Quebec, Rakkon was finishing looting two thugs who had attempted to rob him. As he went trough how much money they had, he snorted. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. He suddenly tensed up as he felt someone coming up behind him. He turned slowly and smiled at the hooded man now standing there with an envelope in his hand.

"Is it for me? Why, thank you." The messanger put the letter on the ground and as he turned, he felt a grip on the back of his head. The last thing he saw, was a wall, quickly getting closer and the voice of Rakkon. "Let me show you my appreciation!"

=====Moments later=====

Rakkon was sitting in his apartment, reading the letter again as he had just called a cab to take him to the airport. He was smiling and his hands were trembling. One word echoed trough his mind before he got up and left his home.

"Finally."
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((Wall of text attack!!!))

A man was standing infront of a large metal plate, his arms by his side and his eyes closed. He was concentrating deeply on what he was about to do. 
He slowly raised one of his arms up and pointed his fist at the metal plate. 
The odd thing about the man's arm was that it was not covered by clothing, nor did his arm have any skin covering it. The arm was metallic from the shoulder down, the perfect conduit for the passage of electricity to leave his body through. 
'Stalin' channeled a bundle of concentrated electricity through his body and up to his raised arm, along his arm and into his fist. When it reached his fist he discharged the electricity straight at the metal. The electricity formed a large sphere, 3 feet in diameter, and when it made contact with the metal there was a large boom. 
Once the smoke cleared there was a massive charred area on the metal, and even stranger than that, there was a figure clad in all black standing infront of the metal with his arm extended and an envelope in his hand. 
'Stalin' walked over and took the envelope and looked at the seal. He looked up to ask the messenger whose seal it was, but the man was gone. 
'Stalin' opened the letter, read it's contents and sent a quick message to Izzy before leaving to meet up with her at their designated rendezvous. 

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Hakita lay on her straw mat, fast asleep from a hard days training. Her wakizashi lay under her pillow grasped in her left hand. 

At the entrance to the cave stood a cloaked figure with a letter. He quietly crept into the cave and up to Hakita's bed. A step from the bed he was greeted by a fully awake samurai that had a wakizashi held all of half an inch from his throat. 

Hakita looked up at the man, trying to determine if he was friend or foe. 
The man simply dropped the letter and by the time Hakita watched the letter fall 5 feet to the ground, the man was gone. 

Hakita opened the letter and read through it quickly, identifying the initials at the end as the man who had held her captive for... Well she didn't know how long it had been him, but she had sworn revenge against him and here was her chance. She was being invited back to his island for a tournament. 
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After a while of walking in the massive warzones that was the former state of Georgia, Mysk managed to find his way to the nearest dock and low and behold, there was a boat waiting for him with the same symbol on the letter on its side. "Huh, there sure paying great expense just to have me in whatever this is..." He slowly made his way on it, sledgehammer hanging in his right hand and the boat seemed pretty empty when it suddenly took off on its own. "This better not be another trap..."
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((You call that a wall of text? This is a wall of text.))

Alex Saint

Alex gave a deep sigh. "Man, how late is this going to go, exactly?" He was sitting outside of an old abandoned looking factory building on an industrial side of town. The buildings, streets, and even the people rummaging around the area looked about as poor as you could get. Inside the building, some kind of party was going on. Multicolored light poured from the high windows in random intervals, the muffled noise of a massive techno beat radiated through the air, and the powerful bass nearly shook the ground as it did the ancient building. Alex sighed again and gave a big stretch, he had been sitting on a bench outside the back of this factory for god-knows-how-long. He had even managed to get in a quick nap as the tone of the music inside changed from an over-use of bass to something softer that abused echo-effects. Alex gave a big yawn, and turned himself to lay down on the bench again. Just as he was about to make his decent, someone placed their hand on his shoulder.
"GAH WHAT THE-" Alex had launched himself off from the bench and stood about tree feet from it, facing the person who had silently placed a hand upon his shoulder. "Jesus, man..." he told the hooded figure as he took deep breaths to compose himself. "Don't sneak up on a guy like that, you nearly gave me a heart attack..." The hooded figure didn't say a word, but instead held up an envelope and a crude drawing of a comical mouse head. "Ah... looking for him, eh?"
The hooded figure nodded.
"Right..." Alex said with yet another sigh, as he approached the back door of the factory building. "This way."

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Deathmau5

The inside of the building was perfect. A massive open area taking up most of the main floor, and plenty of scaffolding overhead to look down. The place was completely packed to the brim with people, all wearing ludicrous outfits dotted with neon paint as they swung glow-sticks in the air and danced the the deafening sound of the music that was playing. The entire inside of the building was painted black, the floors recolored to look like buckets or red paint, or blood, had been spilled upon then, as well as patterns of white that were lit from the neon. From above, the colors created an image of a red menacing face with a wide toothy grin. High in the scaffolding, behind a large desk of equipment that controlled all the music (which was currently some form of house techno beat that incorporated an organ playing and the sounds of maniacal laughter) stood the one responsible for the night's event.
The tall, thin man in his dark red suit looked down upon the party below with his slanted white eyes, taking absolute joy in the emotions of the people below him. Like night passing over the land at night, his hands spread over the equipment before him. Adjusting the music for the next course before he would begin the final set.
Just then, he felt a familiar presence moving up the stairway towards him. "Ah, seems my friend decided to join me." then he could feel the vibrations of the figure next to him. "Oh, and he's bringing along a friend? How interesting..."
Alex and the hooded figure reached the top of the staircase and began to cross the scaffolding over to where Dathmau5 had set up his little base. Deathmau5 looked over into Alex's direction, and his grin almost appeared to become wider. "A pleasure you could finally join me, dear friend." He then looked past Alex and to the hooded figure. "Although your friend here gives me reason to suspect you didn't come up here just to keep me company.".
"Sorry Mouse, still don't care for parties that go late into the early morning. Alex replied. He then gestured to the hooded figure. "This guy has something for you. I introduced myself on the way up, but it seems he's not one for talking."
Deathmau5 raised himself to his full hight and walked over to the hooded figure, the trek taking him less then two strides. "While it is rude for someone not to reply after someone has introduced themself..." He gave the hooded figure a very deep, almost showmen-like bow. "It is polite to respect someone's wishes to remain silent."
Again, the hooded figure remained silent, and simply reached his arm out to hand Deathmau5 the letter. The Deathmau5 slowly raised himself back up from his gesture, and lightly took the letter. Slitting it open with one of his long, thin fingers, the Mau5 removed the contents of the envelope and read it to himself.
He looked at the letter for a few moments, then gave a small laugh to himself. "I see..." He looked back at the message carrier and gave him a small bow of the head. "You are dismissed"
To which the hooded figure simply turned and walked away.
Deathmau5 looked back towards Alex, still holding the paper. "Well, my friend... It looks like we're going to be moving on from here." He handed Alex the paper, then turned and began to make his decent down the stairs. Alex, reading the paper, followed behind him. "Some kind of tournament, huh?"
"Appears so." Deathmau5 replied without looking back.
"And you're going to go without question?"
"I would hate to disappoint whoever went through the trouble of finding me." Deathmau5 replied with a light chuckle.
"And you want me to come along, don't you?" Alex said in almost a flat tone.
"I wont force you to come with me. If you choose to come, then it will be of your own free will."
"Huh," Alex gave a small laugh. "Na, I think I'll come along. You need someone there to keep you company."

Once Alex and Deathmau5 had left the building, the music began to fade. All of the black, red, and white paint began to bleed away into nothing, leaving behind only the weathered cement, and the lights that seem to have come from nowhere disappeared. The people, all once lost in the life around them, all stopped and looked around in confusion. At first wondering where the music had gone, but had eventually shifted to wonder how they had all gotten there in the first place.
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Japan, somewhere by a small village.
The air was quiet, nothing seemed to move around or in the village, it all was bathed in silence.
A loud blast errupted all of a sudden, and screams and shouts from about twenty men broke the silence at once.
"I thought I would get some fun here. When the villagers hired me to get ride of a bunch of bandits who could use strong magic I was all out."
The bandits ran out of a demolished building, their number decimated to about five.
Another figure walked from the smoke covered ruins, its armor rustling by every step.
"Sooooo... Who is next die?"
One bandit raised his arm and let out a stream of magic energy. In mid range to the Samurai it formed to a huge glowing morningstar. But as soon as it hit its target armor, it stopped. Slowly it vanished into the samurai, without leaving a trace or damage.
The five bandits just looked at shock at the mercenary before them.
"Fine, you are first."
He drew out his swords and run at the small group. Slashing-sounds and screams was the only thing that was heard.

Later,
Buronzu Jundo sat on a bench in front of a small inn, throwing a small bag with money in the air and back into his hand.
The villagers, that had hid themselves in the basements of their houses had come back on the surface and resumed their everyday work.
The samurai watched them from his place, when a cloaked figure appeared beside him. Jundo gazed uppon the figure that appeared so suddenly.
"What do you want?"
The figure showed the samurai an envelope, which he took and read its content. When he wanted to say something to the cloaked figure, it had already wanished again.
Jundo looked at the place beside him for a moment, before he read the piece of paper again and stood up.
"Why the hell not? It sounds like it will be fun."
With that he just left the village, wandering to the nearest harbour.
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it had been quite a long train ride for Arkoss many a weird glance from the people around him. all he could think was, "my half kin look at me, the wards make them think I'm some freaky tattoo carved needle cushion...however in my 1000+ year existence...i have seen much worse done to their bodies." He stepped off the train as it reached his stop and headed to the port. after finding the dock he spotted a small dock, with a nice looking boat ready for him. "So it begins."
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