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“Hellllllllo Again Everyone! I’m your host, Kayla Kilman and soon we’ll be starting the second half of the first round of the Blank Card Tournament! After some literally explosive finishes, I can’t wait to see what these next pairs will pull out of their sleeves! We’ll just need a small break to clean up the carnage and get everything in order, and then we’ll get back to what you’ve all been waiting for!”
Meanwhile, the other half of the tournament participants were waiting in the locker room of the stadium. Formerly an arena used by a nearby college, the New Decker Stadium fell onto hard times after the college closed down. Now, it was used to keep duelists waiting for their turns to duel in the Blank Card tournament. The arena only had enough room for 8 duels, and since there were to be 16 matches in the first round, half of the participants had to sit back while the other half had their turn. Luckily, the place was clean and air conditioned, so the remainder didn’t mind some time out of the heat. Some of them were sitting down, privately looking through their decks and swapping out cards from their collections, others were talking with their future competition, making bets on who’ll last longer and joking around.
That brings us to a certain group of 8 strangers, all sitting around quietly.
This is some time for everyone’s characters to interact with each other. The first round of duels will properly begin afterwards. Also, as a heads-up, the first round will only have NPC opponents, meaning none of you will be dueling each other immediately. Starting with the second round some of you will actually be matched up with other players.
Edited by Blastgamer on Sep 13th 2018 at 1:04:27 AM
"So this is New Decker Stadium. It's so bigger when you see it upfront."
Yuria looked at her invitation letter one more time. When she first saw it, she thought it was a mistake. An invitation to a high-profile tournament? To her, the girl who has never attended a single local? However, the words on the letter were unmistakable: To Miss Yuria Mariana.
Doctor Anna Mariana was reluctant to let Yuria attend the tournament. After all, the girl has never set outside the Atlantic Research Expedition Group facilities since she was rescued from the freezing ocean. However, Yuria insisted and insisted until they reached a compromise. She was to be accompanied by a pair of guards.
Yuria looked at her bodyguards. They were about the same height. One was younger, with light skin and flat top hair. The other was older, bulkier, and black. I look like one of those snobby rich girls in anime with these two around, Yuria thought, though she doubt those ojou type girls go around in swimsuit and torn up shorts.
Edited by RAlexa21th on Sep 13th 2018 at 3:39:45 AM
Byron KNEW this was his path down towards his destiny. The moment he received that invite, he knew right then and there this was meant to be. The ability to make a card? To have his name plastered over something that would go down for generations?
That was HIS kind of idea!
Plus, ya know, Duel Monsters. Duel Monsters was important as well.
He was currently sitting upside down on a nearby seat, currently sifting through his deck with a casual little hum emanating from his throat as he thought to himself, whether or not the deck needed adjusting.
Too many spells? How about traps? Nah, the Canvas' are enough to cover a lot of issues...not too many draw tools but I think it's a neat balance! It's gotten me this far!
So, with a snap of his hands as he pulled his deck together again, shuffling it idly.
I like to think I'm ready!
"Soooo..." He began to the empty, awkward room. "...How's it goin' everyone?"
Yuria looked at the boy and suddenly felt more subconscious than before. She answered by simply shaking her head.
William always hated this part the most. The waiting. It was always awful. Nerves would get frayed and doubts would rear their ugly heads. It was fine once the show was going but the waiting sucked big time.
Especially when the waiting was for some sort of competition. Doubly especially when it was for a competition that he wanted to win but likely wasn't going to.
Admittedly, that mindset had been buried in his head all the way up to this point. It was possible that getting this far was just dumb luck but how many times does something have to go your way before you just take credit for it?
Playing with a strand of his incredibly curly copper hair, William looked at the rest of his 'competition'. They were quite the hodge-podge. One of them had bodyguards for some reason and she looked like she was lost. Like a fish outta water.
Luckily, some other sap spoke up first, taking the weight off William's shoulders a bit. "Nervous," he said with a soft chuckle. "Never been to such a big tournament before, y'know? Hoping to at least leave a good first impression." He shuffled a bit and his oversized clown shoes squeaked. Maybe not the best wardrobe decision.
Edited by EviIPaladin on Sep 13th 2018 at 9:03:03 AM
"Not much of a talker, huh?" He asked, looking over at Yuria's direction and nodding. "I get that. Still, I can't wait to see what you're capable of!"
And then the...well, it was hard to describe but the clown? Yeah, the clown began to speak and he turned his attention to him, and he grinned and held up a fist. "Just go by my motto if you're feeling natural! Don't stop til people remember the name! Go big, or go home!"
Jo was nervous, certainly. It wouldn't have made sense to show up with a complete lack of nerves, seeing as this was his first non-local tournament. He knew most of the guys back home, knew their styles too. This was a new ring with new faces, new strategies and just a whole other level altogether. He was frazzled, yes, but he could do so very little to hid his excitement.
The fact that he was currently looking at a Clown and another guy having a chat while the latter was upside down was doing a lot to ease his tension, so much he accidentally let out a laugh before covering his mouth and looking away.
Mara tapped her deck on her thigh, watching the competition with interest. She wondered if it'd directly help or hurt her more that she didn't have much riding on this than wanting to tilt the game's nonstop power creep in her direction for once. See, she'd be way less caught up in it, and she could keep a cool head, but on the other hand she wouldn't have that drive to win. You know, because Duel Monsters was a physical sport, definitely.
She jerked her head up at one of the other actual adults in the room who didn't look like much of a fuckboy. She quickly thumbed her phone with her other hand, flipping through the tourney roster rapidfire to try to figure out his name. Jo Garcia, okay.
"Sup man." She said. "I'm Mara. What do you run?" She wiggled the deck in her hand to illustrate what she meant.
Anna looked around at the other participants of the tournament. She was here to collect data on strong duelists, but some of these guys looked downright ridiculous. There was a clown here. Why?
Anna looked down at the scanner in her hand. It acts as a radar to detect strong energies generated by dueling, and once it's close enough, can pinpoint the specific duelist and monster giving it off. She sighed, wondering if it would have been better for her to just decline the invitation and spectate. Not that that would have mattered, since the radar had not alerted her to anything spectacular going on outside anyway, but it at least would have saved her the trouble.
Sighing again, she slid the scanner back into her pocket. Better enjoy this moment of peace and quiet while she could.
The young man looked up at the blonde waving her deck box in front of him and gave her the friendliest grin he could manage as he hopped up off his seat. "Name's Jo, nice to meet ya, Mara. I play Gouki, pretty much just pure Gouki. Ain't the best but...well I have fun with it." He replied before gesturing to her. "And yourself?"
And it's a bunch of dorks. Well, there are some hot chicks here, but nobody close to the cheerleader I banged last night before heading out here.
Scotty made quite the impression as he made his entrance. He didn't just walk in, he basically swaggered in, his duel disk contained in a backpack containing not just that and his deck, but assorted cards in one container - just in case he needed them - as well as upkeep tools and a good camera.
The young man was dressed in such a way that basically broadcasted his social caste - his clothes and even his jacket just tight enough to show off everything he needed shown off. He made sure he was nice and shaved up to make for an All American Face look.
He caught a look at his own reflection in a nearby mirror, and murmured, "...Seriously, check this jawline. Chiseled to perfection..."
Here he was, Scott Belgrove - athlete, several time model, future actor and thespian. He was born for the limelight.
As everyone else was socializing, Mellie had instead opted for a seat in the corner, knees pulled up to her chest and phone out, though her mind was elsewhere as she scrolled through her Tumblr feed. God, everyone else looks so... confident. The other people in the room ranged from aloof to lively to even bored, but not a single one of them looked as nervous as she felt; like they'd make an embarrassment out of themselves on live television. Except for the guy dressed as a clown, strangely enough. With an outfit like that, Mellie had expected that he would be used to crowds by now. But as he chatted with the guy hanging upside down in his chair, the clown (Mellie felt kinda bad referring to him as just "the clown", but it's not like she knew his name) revealed that he was nervous too.
Mellie wasn't about to make conversation with him; talking across the room was awkward, and walking across it to sit next to him even more so. But she mentally pegged him as a nice person, for all the good it would do.
As Scotty made his entrance, Mellie couldn't help but glare at him. The guy was ridiculous; the last person she knew who had been so blatantly narcissistic was her ex, though at least she hadn't dressed so... obviously. Or stopped to admire her own reflection.
Mellie subtly shifted away from the man she mentally dubbed "Narcissus", farther into the corner, trying her best to give off an aura of "don't talk to me". It had been about a minute since she had met him, and she was already far from a fan, to say the least.
The newcomer was nothing like what Byron was expecting. In this day and age, of technology, Duel Monsters and basic human understanding, the concept of someone lauding around their Jock like Social Statue was quite a sight to behold. Like he walked backwards into an old John Hughes movie, or he was currently being set in a modern day Heathers.
The general air in the entire room shifted quite a bit but Byron didn't know the guy enough to judge him based merely on first time meetings. While the two others off to the side conversed with themselves, the others currently sitting off in the corner and trying hard to blend into the back, Byron couldn't help but feel even slightly bad for them. So, he spun around on his chair so he as sitting up right, and then, fixing his bright, fiery hair, he tried to keep the excitement in the room going.
"So!" He said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "What kinda card is everyone thinking of making, huh? I mean, pretty big order to fill there, the ability to create ANY card?" He chuckled. "Thinking I'll maybe bring some life into a kinda dead Archetype? Haven't really decided on what though..."
Yuria scratched her cheek with her index finger and grinned awkwardly. "Hehe... I think I will make an Atlantean Queen monster."
Edited by RAlexa21th on Sep 14th 2018 at 10:25:57 AM
"Oh, no, nothing big, I'm just running vanilla Amazoness. Thought about teching in some Warrior and Earth support but I didn't—pfftt—fucking—uhhh..." The dude that swaggered in caught her eye. More her ears. She couldn't help but laugh. The kid had clearly put his shit in the backpack he was carrying, and she noticed his gait was making the duel disk swing wildly around in the bag. Her laughter escalated from a hiss to an outright cackle for a second before she caught her breath. "Ugh, sorry man, just realized we got two clowns here today. Anyway. I dunno, Link rules neutered all the good Warrior XYZ's and shit I used to throw onto the board but I guess it keeps people from spamming Artoriguses from their extra deck so like, whatever. Maybe my card'll just be a Field Spell that resets the rules to what they were a couple years ago."
Mara's jab about Narcissus made Mellie chuckle a bit. Between that and Byron's attempts at socializing, she felt comfortable enough to move out of her corner a little bit. Just a bit, though. She spoke up quietly in response to Byron's question. "I was, uh, thinking of making some generic Plant support. Don't really want to keep it confined to just my deck, y'know?"
If Scotty cared about people thinking he was narcissistic, he would not wear the kinds of sports wear he went to the gym in, nor would he openly do what he did. The young man turned and listened to the others going on about what kind of card they wanted made.
He honestly didn't care much - his deck did what it was supposed to do reliably, and his Ninjas could probably just use a new Art, but other than that he had little to complain about.
He did however visibly stop himself from chuckling when one of the women called him a clown and then went on to whine about Link Monsters. Nerds - they always find SOMETHING to whine about. And she thinks I'M a clown.
"...Well, if you ask me..." Time to engage in some misdirection, "Triamids. They could do with a Link Monster or two. I like the archetype."
Another contestant nearby, a darker skinned girl, seemed to overhear Scott's comment, but before she could say or do anything about it, the intercom blared to life.
"Attention Duelists!" The voice of Kayla, the tournament's announcer declared, "The second half of round 1 is to begin shortly! The match-ups are as followed, so pay attention!"
"Byron Carmikel Vs Dan Tatsumachi!"
"Sam Hallow Vs William Coleman!"
"Mara Briggs Vs Chione Archer!"
"Deckard Becket Vs Jo Garcia!"
"Jerome Duran Vs Anna Cunningham!"
"Camellia Valentine Vs Amanda Curlin!"
"Scott Belgrove Vs Bill Hall!"
"And finally, Yuria Mariana Vs Sasha Vozron!"
"Please begin leaving the rest area and heading to the arena."
As soon as the message finished, everyone stopped their talking and checking, beginning to file out of the locker room.
As soon as you post your character going into the arena, I'll pm you your hand. Canonically they all leave at the same time.
"Sweet!" Byron exclaimed with a grin and hopped to his feet, as he idly began to shuffle his deck. "Time to kick some ass!"
Turning his attention to the others, he grinned and gave a small wave. "Nice meeting you all! Good luck in your duels, and I hope to see y'all in the next round!" And walked out.
"Amazoness huh? That's cool, I've got a soft spot for battle focused archetypes so I always thought they were cool. As for links messing with XYZ, yeah, it happens but you could always slot in a Missus Ra-" He quieted himself as the rather brash and arrogant jock talked over him. Jo didn't like him already, dude seemed like the kind of person who just liked to hear himself talked and got off on stroking his ego. "...like I said, Missus Radiant might not be a bad choice, though Amazoness might not be fast enough...unless you run something for some easy link-"
Again, he was cut off by the announcement from Kayla that they would be starting soon. "...Well, uh. Time to start I guess. Best of luck with your duels, everyone. Hope we get to face off at some point, Mara, I'm down for a slugging match!" He offered her another friendly grin before making his way to the arena.
Edited by RomanianInquisitor on Sep 14th 2018 at 2:14:01 AM
Yuria looked up as she heard the announcer's voice. Gulp. She looked at the two card in each of her hand, Levia-Dragon - Daedalus and Poseidra, the Atlantean Dragon, both of which were gifted to her by Dr. Mariana before the tournament. She leaned down and kissed them. Wish me luck, mama.
"Miss Yuria, we will accompany you to the arena," said the younger bodyguard, Knightley.
Yuria's face lit bright red. ''Nononono! I... I can handle myself. You... uh... just need to watch me from here, okay?" If she were to go into the tournament with her guards, she would explode from embarrassment. Before the two bodyguards could replied, she had already rushed outside.
Edited by RAlexa21th on Sep 14th 2018 at 2:12:03 AM
As Byron walked into the arena, he saw his opponent was already at an duel field waiting for him. Dan was wearing a pair of academic-looking glasses, a basic white long sleeved shirt, and a pair of jeans. His hair was black and kept very short. He seemed almost annoyed with the spectacle of everything.
"So," he said, "You're first up."
He activated his standard uncustomized duel disk.
"Let's get this started now. We might be here for a while."
Once Yuria arrived at the arena, the sight of the audience made her heart want to stop. She suddenly regretted leqving her trusty companions behind. ''Deep breaths. Deep breaths." The impants on her neck blipped rapidly and then slowed down into longer blips.
Yuria looked up at the hologram in the sky. She saw her field number and opponent. Yuria ran up at her designated field and found her opponent already waiting.
"Um, hello. Sorry to keep you waiting." Yuria extended a hand. "Good luck and have fun." This is how opponents greet, right?
Edited by RAlexa21th on Sep 14th 2018 at 2:44:09 AM
As soon as the announcement was made, Scotty looked outward and simply nodded, "Well, looks like that's the call..." He started out and retrieved his disk and deck box.
Wouldn't this be a nifty thing to add to his resume for a movie or tv show slot?
Scotty pondered what he would be dueling against. Probably nobody on my caliber. Just gotta make sure I give the crowd a nice show before I retire my opponent.
With that he headed out to the arena.
Edited by NickTheSwing on Sep 14th 2018 at 2:35:15 AM
Jo's opponent looked to be the oldest guy at the tournament. His dark brown hair was graying in places and he had a decent but small beard growing. The most noticeable thing about him was that he had an old Duel Coat model duel disk, modified to fit the extra zones. It was slung across his chest and seemed to be well cared for, but still had a few dings and marks from use.
"Alright then, let's do this," Deckard remarked to Joe before activating his duel coat.
Meanwhile, Sasha stood on the opposite end of a duel field. She had a large coat on, completely buttoned up despite the heat. She had short light blond hair and had already activated her black duel disk.
She didn't exactly seem to be the talkative type.
Edited by Blastgamer on Sep 14th 2018 at 2:36:21 AM
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