Serious: White Cross Pirates "Meeting the tattooed champion! Who shall remain standing?" (Closed)

"Welcome! Welcome! Join the biggest tournament in the North Blue! Whoever gets in the top ten shall fight the special guest! Will you be one of them?" Anaïs heard announcer talking to the people walking past the entrance of the stadium. It was a relatively big town, not important in the eyes of the WG, not protected by the marines, but still flourished well with its economic activities and tourism. This tournament would be the perfect way for Anaïs to determine who would be worth of joining the crew that she knew one day would become the strongest crew in the world. She didn't know how exactly she would convince the people, but she was, she just knew it. Anaïs closed the curtain, fed up with watching people just give weird looks at the announcer and continue walking, usually hurrying in their step. But of course, it wasn't like the tournament was a failure, no, a lot of people from different places had come to fight in the tournament, lured by the chance of being recognized as the strongest rookie in the North Blue. Of course, none of these guys (or girls) had proper training, but Anaïs was looking for potential, and will. She wanted people that would be willing to train every day, force their bodies to their limit, and continuously improve. If they didn't have that in them, they would not be good enough for the crew.

Anaïs sat on the couch, staring at the window in front of her, it was on the opposite side of the room and it showed the stadium, the lines of guys waiting to be called to battle, each given a number. That's how she would know them, by their number. For now, until they deemed themselves worthy. "I hope all this effort was worth it" she whispered softly as she smirked, waiting for the show to start.


Enter:
     
      [001: Abel Moore]
-Swords man, Kanata, Ittoryu-
       -Mera Mera no Mi-

      [002: Ali Blake]
-Swords man, Two handed sword-

      [003: Jake Flecks]
-Lance-wielder, sea-stone lance-

      [004: Joshua Mein]
-Fighter, kickboxing, Muay Thai-

      [005: Ashley Adams]
   -Sharpshooter, two pistols-

In the line there was roughly 30 people grabbing a number and continuing. Jack ended up with number 13, the unlucky number that he always counted on in casinos. Jack fund himself in this tournament when he found a poster asking for fighting members, Apparently the winner got money as a prize, and Jack definitely needed money.. to gamble. He'll have to beat everyone in this tournament to get to the top, and he'll do everything possible to get there. He'll even start fighting sober.

To anyone else, he looks like an average man with a long and heavy coat, his pants look worn, and his shoes look like worker shoes.. albeit nobody can notice the steel in the bottom of his shoe. His hair is dark brown and moves down to his shoulders, and his eyes are black. He is currently with a goatee on his chin that doesn't stick out, but it looks clean shaven on the sides and trimmed in the middle. He looked average compared to the other men wearing weapons, he was the only one he could see without a noticeable weapon.. other then his boots.

Anaïs:

Anaïs watched attentively as the first match started. She had a metal ball levitating up and down above her hand, so it looked like she was playing with it, but she was not. She smirked as she realized that 001, which was the first opponent, seemed to have special abilities, like hers but not of the same type. She eyed the board with the matches and the numbers, and it seemed that it was 013's match as well. She had not seen how 013 looked like, nor did she know about his abilities and way of fighting, but she concluded that this would be an interesting match to watch, no matter what. She laid back in a comfortable way and continued to give the match her full attention.

Abel Moore:

"The match is starting!" the announcer called and Abel looked up, knowing that is was his time to fight. He grinned and looked around, a fire lace around him. "The contestants are the following... 001 and 013!!!!" Abel had been right. He started making his way towards the Arena. It was made out of concrete and the walls were high up, he could see the crowd really up the stadium, far from any harm, or most. There were a few weapons in the walls, which would possibly just in case the contestants broke their own, or didn't bring any. Abel lit his katana on fire and waved it around.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE, I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO KISS THE GROUND" the crowd cheered as Abel raised his arms, his grin wide on his face, almost ripping it in half. He was loved already by the crowd. Will it stay that way?

Jack stood up after he heard his number being called up. He was number 13, and he was apparently fighting against someone that had the ability to light his sword on fire.. so he either had the mera mera no mi, or had a sword with said ability.. or something along those lines. Jack took off his coat and threw it against the ground. He walked towards the arena, after hearing the crowd roar for the man with a fire sword. He screamed from the top of his lungs and announced to the crowd that his opponent, Jack, was going to 'Kiss the ground'. Jack smiled, then prepared himself after confronting him.

"Pipe down, you're killing my drinking mood." Jack put both of his hands in his pants and waited for the opponents first move. "I'll be grabbing that money from you." His pants looked like modern day jeans, but extremely worn and torn. His worker boots looked almost new, but they looked like the average shoe. He looked at the opponent, waiting for a reaction to hint an attack.

Tamako made her way to the changing room for combatants. She was late and had gotten a pretty late number, hopefully this won't give her any problems in the tournament. She had been running low on funds lately and hasn't been able to find a place to work without getting chased off by the marines. Other times she would get solicited by bounty hunters for a blow job if they let her go. She kicked all their buts equally, but it still made it hard to keep a low profile.

She looked down at her number 19. "Let's get this party started.

Many eyes were turned towards a certain man as he walked into the stadium, mostly because unlike the others he wasn't wearing clothes resembling a bunch of pissed on rags, but rather an armor resembling that of a knight. The steel armor shined and the golden engraved markings and cape gave off a noble feeling. The man walked by the locket for ticket, and proceeded towards one of the seats in the stadium. Looking around the man seemed to be rather annoyed, not that strange considering he's looking like a rich man in a poor crowd. To those who were older then 130 years would know him as Gama the immortal samurai, but then again who lives that long? His bounty posted had already gotten lost in the marine archives and nobody knew his face or what he had done.

As Gama sighed he looked at the people currently facing each other. One of them lit his blade aflame, much to the displeasure of Gama. Mumbling to himself, and giving the impression of a strange man around him, someone could hear him say;

''He who treats his blade bad will be treated bad by the blade as well..''

After saying that Gama realized he forgot to look at his ticket. As he did he read the number 21,

Malachi had apparently arrived late or at least last because the receptionist had given him the number 030 placing the sticker on himself he was used to stares from humans.  These people didn’t know just how vast the world was would have seen few people who didn’t look like their own fragile selves.   And even amongst his own race he had a much fiercer appearance.  It didn’t appear that this tournament had draw in much of diverse pool.  Then again it was just North Blue not the grandline it would be hard for people to cross between blues and grandline easily.

But the tournament did manage to gather most of North Blues best.  And Malachi was eager to match his claws against their flesh.  Although they had been provided with alternative outfits to switch he didn’t mine getting his clothes dirty.  As far as he was concerned it would be his own blood matting his fur but his opponent. Walking out of the locker room straight to arena he could hear the crowd as soon as the door was open.  A lot of people had came out for this blood bath.

Near the arena many of the competitors had gathered all from a variety places but none stuck out more than Malachi.

Anaïs:

Anaïs chuckled as she watched the contestants interact, however she didn't want them talking much, she wanted the action to start. With a clap, a person approached her, she whispered to him "get the show started". With that the man hurried out of the room and solved Anaïs problems. Better.

Abel Moore:

Abel was about to say something cocky when the announcer cleared his throat. "Now, the first fight of the tournament begins!" which was indeed an attempt to shut them off. Abel didn't care though, he grinned and started running towards 013, his katana pointing towards him. It was still on fire, and now there was fire surrounding Abel as well.

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Announcer:

The announcer walked into the preparation rooms. He stood in the middle of the room and raised his hands. He began speaking, "The other fights will start soon, they will be at the same time as the first fight, but in other arenas. There will be crowds there as well". Then he added "The battle lists are in the wall behind me" and left the room.

In the list the order went this way:

001 - 013
002 - 030
003 - 021
004 - 019
etc...

Jack saw the opponent burst into flames, along with his sword, and run towards Jack with all of his dedication to win. However, Jack needed the money. Jack was already prepared for a counter attack by the time the man had finished taking his first step. Jack jumped in the air, about 5m, and started spinning forward in remarkable speeds. Within an instant he had spun so rapidly he looked like a human yo-yo. Jack then plummeted towards the man and clashed his foot against the man's sword. The pressure of the technique could easily break the sword and continue moving. Jack's intention was to hit the man's face with this powerful technique after breaking through the sword. If the man dodged the technique then Jack will stop himself before hitting the floor with his hands and spin his legs around, attempting to hit anyone around him and a rapid spin-top-like attack.

While attacking Jack remained on the defensive as well in case something went wrong. He looked for a sign of resistance so he could counter with something else. His eyes remained looking at the enemy the entire time he was attacking.

Tamako looked over at the map to decide where she had to go and activated her thrusters and flew off, ready to do battle with whoever this number 4 was, she wasn't going to let him show her up.

Gama sat and watched the fight, but soon he heard someone talking, coming from the locker room that was near his seat. 03-21 was what caught his attention. Hoping to face a opponent worth remembering he stood up and gave a final glance over the arena. Nothing interesting.. the fighting contestants were.. Regular humans in his eyes, trying to fight each other in a way that requires no discipline nor training. Looking displeased Gama stood up and walked through the exit of the arena, giving dirty looks to whoever he passed, of which was most notable a mink like creature. ''Tch, what a disgraceful appearance,'' He said whilst passing by.

Stepping outside he noticed the sun shining bright, reflecting off of his. He looked around for the arena specified on a chart that was placed on the entrance as the tournament had started and went towards the arena intended for his fight. What he entered was a rather shabby arena with wooden stands around it. It was not far from the main arena, heck one could see the arena from the main one. Holding his hand in front of his eyes he looked around, wondering where his enemy was. In the end Gama didn't really care about winning nor money, he was rather interested in meeting and fighting individuals. However until now he had been greatly disappointed.

"Well that's no fun."  Splitting up a tournament like that what were the organizers be thinking.  Malachi would preferred to watch every match.  It was nice to see a good fight, if he couldn't be in it that is.  As the man passed him by he heard his rood comments and snarled.  Fighting someone who wasn't his opponent would like get him kick out so instead he let him pass.  If this man were to last long enough they would eventually be matched up.  If not then he was to week anyway.  His training was probably just as undisciplined as his mouth.

Heading towards the appropriate arena he tapped a vendor shoulder with his tail as he walked past.  Using the mans distraction as an opening he took a smoked turkey leg from the mans tray.  "Hey you have to pay for that!" Saying nothing kept on walking and eating until reaching the new arena. No 002 will be my opponent

Message:

Abel Moore: - Katana (not anymore. TY CROW.), Mera mera no mi-

Abel had entered this rookie contest thinking that he would be the strongest, since he hadn't seen anyone that stood out in the crowd of contestants, however he now knew that appearances didn't say all, and that they could be strong even if they looked weak. Or maybe his own ego blinded him from the truth, he was inferior to many of them ability-wise. What was he? A random person that had basic knowledge of the one-sword style? That had accidentally consumed a devil fruit that gave him fire abilities? He wasn't better than the rest. "Shit..." he mumbled under his breath, seeing his opponent jump really high and start spinning like a yo-yo. Then his opponent proceeded to kick Abel's katana, which made it break. Abel was sent backwards due to the force of the hit and he did a backflip, continuing with pirouettes that sent him a decent length far from his opponent. He breathed in and out, trying to think of a way to counterattack.

Abel made a ring of fire around him and the other contestant. The ring had a 10m radius, so they were away from each other but still not too far. It seemed that his opponent had a mid-small range style of combat, so keeping his distance would be a key-thing he had to have in mind. The wall of fire that made the ring were 4 meters tall, he knew that his opponent could jump higher but he knew he probably wouldn't. It was high but not high enough to let the audience watch attentively their fight. He also threw three fireballs the size of his hand towards his opponent, and then waited to see what he would do.

Ali Blake:  -Swords man, Two handed sword-

Ali had never wanted to join the tournament, in fact, he was against any sort of violence for fun and lucrative goals, but he was in dire need of money to aid his sick sister. He walked towards the arena, hoping that his opponent would not give him much of a hard time. Ali, though, as much of a shy guy that he was, decided to be completely out of character and try and intimidate his opponent, in hope that it would gain his victory. He had one hand on his hip and the other grabbing his sword as he waited for his opponent to appear.

 Jake Flecks: -Lance-wielder, sea-stone lance-

Jake sat in the middle of the deserted arena as he waited for his opponent to arrive. The sun was shining brightly and almost blinded most with average-sight. It would be hard to fight this way, and Jake was starting to worry about it. He also wondered what his opponent's abilities were like, would he be able to stand a chance? He had some knowledge at wielding his lance, but he had never been in actual combat, just training in his small village. He came to be able to fight, gain recognition from other people, and some fame. Jake eyed his lance, laying casually on the floor in front of him. It was a sea-stone lance and it had been a gift from his grandfather, a wealthy business man that had left for the city, but still cared deeply for his family.

Jake then noticed his opponent reach the arena, but he seemed to be blinded by the sun. Jake stood up, grabbed his spear and waved with it. "I'm here!" he waited for his opponent to reply. Jake had never believed in injustice, and attacking by surprise, even in a tournament, seemed unfair, and low, so he wouldn't resort to techniques like that, not even if he was losing.

Joshua Mein: - Fighter, kickboxing, Muay Thai-

Joshua jumped in his place, he was hyperactive. Being merely 17 years old, the youngest competitor, he was full of energy, and certainly quite naive for someone that was going to fight till he was knocked out, or his opponent was knocked out. He had a grin on his face, his fists wrapped up neatly, and his nose had a band aid on it. His black hair pointed at all directions, spiky and alive like his own nature. "I'm so excited!" he screamed and laughed, waiting for his opponent to appear.

Anaïs Blanc:

Anaïs rested her face on her hand and watched the fight unfold before her eyes. She had a lot of interest on 013, he seemed to have a lot of potential, with his rather-unique fighting style and abilities. She had no doubt that he would win against the fire-user, his cockiness had blinded him and he was just moving slowly towards his own defeat, no matter what advantages his special abilities could bring, he lacked in the personality part and in the experience, he was going to lose. Anaïs made a metallic chord and transformed it into a 013, placing it softly on her desk. She hoped he would continue impressing her with his fighting abilites.

As for the rest of the fights, Anaïs was slightly disappointed that no one had began fighting besides the first fight. She raised an eyebrow as she saw contestant 021 walk around in a special armor, resembling that of a knight's. She hoped that just like the other man, he would impress her with his abilities. As for the rest, she had no information about them, and no comment on their appearance and abilities. She did, though, raise her eyebrow as she watched 003 tell 021 that he was in the middle of the arena, instead of surprising him with an attack. Anaïs was not impressed by this, but rather irritated. Had 003 wanted to win the tournament, he would have done anything to reach his goal. This was something that Anaïs was also looking in her possible crew members. She needed people with potential, but also no fear to do things that would be possibly unfair, so that they can reach their goals, and hers.

As Gama entered the arena, which was made clear by a clear white line going in a broad square. As he used his hands in an attempt to block the sun he saw the young man waving with his spear. Considering the man could have made a clear attempt at a first strike the second he entered the arena Gama bowed his head. ''I thank you for your honorable act, may our fight be swift and weapons clash in a way that depicts our very emotions.''. As he raised his head he grabbed his sheet with his left hand, and the hilt of his katana with his right. He squinted his eyes to get a slight vision on his opponent, or at least how far he is, and then started thinking.

- My opponent uses a spear, the way he wielded it suggested a heavy end, meaning either a very skilled opponents, or heavy thrusts. The problem with a heavy thrust is that there is a time laps between the time you can thrust it and the time you can pull it back... if he is skilled it should be shown through the way he moves. Although it slightly pains me, a spear of that caliber and that material could never have been crafted by someone who took the same time to learn how to wield it... May his soul rest eternally as I lay it to rest for he has sinned..-

Entering the ring with the turkey leg bone in his mouth as he sucked on it for the flavor.  He pointed to the number on his chest to identify himself as the correct contestant.  Locking eyes with his opponent he gave a fierce look biting into the bone it broke spitting a sharp piece at his opponents feet and digesting the rest his left hand moved to grab the chain of his weapon. Taking a fierce strong fighting stance his fur raised and his teeth bared. The bell chimed signaling the start of the match running towards Ali his chain unwound slowly increasing its attack rank little by little with each spin. Come little boy...I'll crush you and tear you apart.

Jack stopped spinning when he saw the opponent continue jumping backwards like some acrobatic man. Jack put both of his legs on the ground, right foot first, and maintained himself in a standing position with his right leg forward. The floor underneath Jack's feet cracked under the pressure of his earlier attack. Jack looked at the opponent, expecting some kind of move from him from long range, but instead the opponent used a 'ring of fire' technique to surround both Jack and the opponent. He didn't want Jack to escape, apparently. Jack looked at the fire, letting a small whistle leave his mouth. "Wow, that's an interesting technique." Just then the opponent hurled fireballs at Jack, but he was prepared. Jack used the foot that was placed forward and placed it in a kicking position. By having the leg bent upwards as if he were about to kick someone. When the fireballs came he kicked each of them in quick succession with the steel part of his shoe then let his leg drop to the ground. A small amount of steam left the bottom of his shoe as he placed the foot on the ground underneath him.

"I guess it's my turn to attack." Jack put both of his hands behind him and instantly started to sprint forward. Jack didn't know what the opponent was going to attempt to do to stop Jack, but he knew that he had to keep marching forward. There was no other way around it, he had to attack the enemy in close range. Jack had to get close to him.