Tournament of Souls (OPEN RP ALL UNIVERSES)
Announcer: āYou have all been brought here to the seireitei for a tournament. Most all of you have either committed a heinous crime against other of your species, or saved your species from the criminal from your respective world. It matters not in this world. You all shall fight for revenge,for power,for the right to leave this place. We are your ultimate judge. However you will decide your own fates by your actions in this place. Step forward and introduce yourselves meet one another. This is not just a tournament of strength. Psychological intrusion is a necessary tool to win. You may begin,then choose your weapon.ā
As the announcer finishes a stage rises from the ground holding every weapon imaginable and then some. And the contestants begin their introductions.
The former Maester found himself in anĀ unfamiliarĀ realm. Where ever he was, this was certainly not the farplane. The voice, which seemed to be coming from no where, had called this the Seireitei. The name was notĀ familiarĀ to him, but he supposed that this might beĀ interestingĀ enough. A battle of heros and villains from multiple worldsā¦ what might be the goal of such a thing?
Seymour raised an eyebrow at the stage that had appeared in front of him. It appeared that this would be an entertainment for whomever was watching- judging they had said.
With a sigh, he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to be involved. Stepping onto the stage from the crowd, he bowed, āI am Seymour Guadoā¦ā A moment passed before he shook his head and Ā walked forwards to select the staff that he had been familiar with during his lifetime.
The brunnette had been walking through the Limitless Fortress and then everything had gone dark. When he could see again, he was in a crowd of people in a strange land. Kazuki of the Strings observed his surroundings curiously. He noticed that his bells had gone missing, which troubled him more than the newĀ surroundingsĀ āThis is not the Beltlineā¦ it feels different. But how did I get here and what has become of my bells?ā He thought to himself. Listening to the announcer, he sighed- was this one of MakubeXās plans or had someone else kidnapped him?
Watching the first combatant step on stage, he understood as the other selected a weapon. Their weapons had been removed so that each person would have to find theirs before the combat could start. Indeed, there were his bells on the right side of the stage.Ā
He walked through the crowd to the stage and once upon it, he scooped up his bells, checking them before placing them back where they belonged on his person. āI am Kazuki Fuuchouin, also known as Kazuki of the Strings.ā He moved to stand by the blue-haired man, as another moved onto the stage.
MakubeX was surprised to find himself outside of the Limitless Fortress. However, something feltā¦ familiar. As if he hadnāt quite escaped the bounds of it. Perhaps this was something the Brain Trust had caused to happen. āThis was never written in the Archive, thoughā¦ā He found himself pondering over theĀ possibilitiesĀ while keeping half an ear open for the instructions they were receiving.
It was unusual, he realized, for him to be in the crowd of combatants without having organized the tournament. However, the stage gained his attention in full as Kazuki appeared on the stage. āIām not the only one thatās come here, then.āĀ
He joined the others on the stage, āI am MakubeXā¦ King of Lower Town.ā Smiling at Kazuki, who seemed relieved to see a familiar face, he picked up his trusty laptop. Checking to make sure everything was still working properly, he accessed his mother computer. Satisfied that it was still connected, he almost shut the laptop before he noted a strange piece of code. The same thing that he had noticed with Juubei back in the Limitless Fortress. āPerhaps I will get my answers here, then.āĀ
The poet SOLDIER found himself standing in front of a stage, listening to some sort of tournament announcement. āWe are being judgedā¦ hmmā¦ Could the Goddess have chosen me for this? If so, I cannot turn back,ā he thought to himself.Ā
Watching three contestantsĀ boldlyĀ stride upon the stage, he decided that it was time for him to make his entrance. Genesis strode to the stage and collected his Rapier and the materia he had brought with him. āI am Genesis Rhapsodos, SOLDIER First Classā¦ Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.āĀ
Without any further ado, he took his place beside the other fighters. He was curious about theĀ variety, one of them was still only a child. What sort of child could claim to be a king as this one had?
A person wearing a black coat stood with some strange people as he heard the announcement made āOh man i think i stepped in the wrong place.ā he said āI am Number IX Demyx theĀ Melodious Nocturne of Organization XIII.ā he nervously said as he walked up where all the weapons where and picked up his Sitar āI am just going to say you picked the wrong guuuuuy!āĀ
Standing and hearing theĀ announcementĀ made was a man wearing a full black trench coat the noticable thing about him was that his entire head was red. He noticed all of the combatants and thought them odd he then stepped forward "I am Johann Schmit, The Red Skull!" he spoke "I am also leader of Hydra and soon ruler of ze world! You cut off one head, two more shall take it's place! Hail Hydra!" he stated as he walked up and picked up his Tessaract modified pistol
