smash_logs | fffffffight club.

Who: Eli, Jon, Milimili, Chun-Li, Ellistree, Scout, Bowser, Byrne, Eikichi, Ai, Sheik, Char, Kieran, and Link. + Bonus creepers...?
What: FIGHT CLUB!
Where: Secret mystery location, off-campus.
When: November 9th, 8 PM.
Warnings: FIGHT CLUB. Also probably swearing.

The address on that invitation leads to a battling center in the city. By 8 PM, the place looks closed, but there's a piece of paper taped to the front door: 'SMASH: doors unlocked. mens bathroom, last stall.'

Sure enough, the door is unlocked. The furthest stall in the men's bathroom also has a note taped to the door: 'OUT OF ORDER.' Choose to ignore that note and go inside, there's a secret door past that. A flight of stairs. A corridor. And there you are. Pretty fancy place for an underground fight club, but since a certain one-eyed lunatic's been absent at the academy, the hidden fighting ring had been pretty much abandoned.

Eli was there, no matter how early anyone decided to show up. A bag of her things had been tossed onto one of the many empty tables, and she sat at the edge of the ring until more people decided to show up. It wasn't a large gathering, but Eli seemed relatively satisfied with the turnout, regardless. Once enough people showed up, she started by hastily welcoming everyone and listing off the rules;

1. Two people to a fight, one fight at a time.
2. If you showed up, you have to fight.
3. The fight is over when someone says "stop," or goes limp. Fights will go on as long as they have to.
4. Health/status recovery items are not allowed during fights, but are permitted to be brought in and used after fights.
(For the first meeting, Eli brought a Super Potion, a single Pecha Berry (how thoughtful), and a couple of Maxim Tomatoes in her bag, for others to use.)

With that out of the way, she started to pair people off for fights.

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Jon was relatively early, gym bag slung over his shoulder and with a mildly awed expression on his face as he walked toward the ring and Eli.

"Blimey - Not too shabby. Almost feels too posh to fight in. How've you been at any rate? Been a bit since we last spoke."

Jon was the first to arrive. Eli's expression lit up, although she didn't smile. She stood, posture rigid, in order to greet him with a nod.

"Not bad, hm?" she responded, looking pleased with herself and the ring she stood in. Not one for discussing her mood, she plainly replied, "I've been fine. Yourself?" A pause, and she added, almost smirking, "Been too long since we sparred, don't you think?"

"Far too long." he replied, dropping his bag on the edge of the ring and walking over.

"Been alright. Doing a bit of travelling over the late summer so I wasn't about then, and I've been keeping busy off campus primarily." he said as a sort of excuse without making an excuse.

"So, where did you come into a place like this? Inheritance or just loaning it from someone?"

Jon's excuse was good enough for Eli. She simply nodded an acknowledgement.

"I knew the man who ran things here before he abandoned it. I figured I'd put it to good use, as long as he wasn't using it," she replied, grimacing.

"Ah. So a little of column A a little of column B. Nice. Well, appreciate you giving us somewhere to do this - It's a little bit more fun in a setting where things don't return to normal before you leave."

Not that he particularly wanted to maim anyone - but he had to admit this was a more realistic and therefore interesting way to play.

There's a dark, cloaked figure in the back of the room. You might not even notice him at first- your eyes might pass over him as you scan the arena, but an astute observer might spot him. He just kind of stands there, silently, as everyone else files in.

Don't mind him. Really. He'd prefer nobody notice him, because he's fairly certain everyone else here would destroy him in a fight. He's just here to. spectate.

The short kid with a short sword and a wooden shield stepped into the circle of fighters and bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for his opponent. He was going to prove he was just as good as any adult! He had a princess he would need to protect, after all.

Bowser had no idea who is opponent was. But he didn't care. He was going to enjoy setting someone on fire tonight.

Setting someone so very, very on fire.

He stomped his way into the ring when it was his turn, and waited for whoever it was to show up to try to challenge him, the King of all Koopas and also Douchebags.

And then because the character that Bowser is supposed to fight was dropped by her player, Bower won!

YAY!

Sheik knew more than well that this was probably breaking huge amounts of school rules. But the itch for a fight won out, and she found herself in the club anyway, quietly spectating until her name was called.

When it was her turn, she stepped onto the mat, more than ready to taken on the challenger.

Milimili didn't know a thing about who her opponent might prove to be or what sort of skill they'd demonstrate, but her hope was that it might be something she could take advantage of. It was a good thing that this ring didn't have any rules or limitations competitive league battling might offer. She was alright with them, but on her own, that was another story.

But this wasn't the place for that. The Ghost-type Pokémon waited, phasing between being partially visible and completely invisible as she waited in the shadows for her opponent to make themselves known. It wasn't her style, to come in and wait. She liked to arrive second.

And frankly the name on his dance card was almost too good to be true. What Fun. Still, he wanted to keep this fair and enjoyable so he'd keep his fur coat off for this one.

Kieran, on the other hand, would not have chosen the word "fun" to describe what was about to happen. "Horrific and inevitable demise" might be a little closer to the mark.

He was still unskilled with a human form; he'd gained the balance and dexterity to handle most tasks, but he had yet to adapt a four-legged fighting style into a two-legged one. Fighting was too demanding of a task to take on as a biped. It was, then, a deer who stood in the ring, a telltale quivering in his haunches the only sign of the fear bouncing around his insides like a ping-pong ball gone wild.

"Oi... er... you going to stay that way, then? Just a warning, I'm relatively adept at taking down deer bare handed."

He cracked his knuckles and took a stance, keeping himself loose - He had to wonder what Kieran was going to do - this was no Pokemon match so he probably couldn't expect the usual four move limit. This ring was set up for brawling, not battling.

"C'mon then. Let's see what you've got."

The utter shadiness of this match did nothing to put a damper on Char's spirits -- this wasn't even the first time he'd gotten his claws into a maybe-not-so-above-board fight ring. All he really gave a shit about was the fact that he had a fight, plain and simple.

He was ready to go the second he set foot in the ring -- every part of his body language broadcasted the fact. There wasn't going to be much room for flight, but his wings gave an excited little ripple anyway, the flame on the end of his tail ramping up a few degrees in eager anticipation. No point in words, the message was already obvious: bring it on.

[For after fights, or after everything. For healing, for comments, for other questions. Whatever.]

fffffffight club.

Questions?

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Creepers gonna creep

Link VS. Byrne

Link VS. Byrne

Ellistree VS. Bowser

BOWSER IS READY FOR THIS

Re: BOWSER IS READY FOR THIS

Sheik VS. Chun Li

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Scout VS. Milimili

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Ai VS. Eikichi

Kieran VS. Jon

Re: Kieran VS. Jon

I'm sorry I took forever 8'|

UNFORGIVABLE! no it's fine. =)

Char VS. Eli

holy balls i am one slow kid

Afterwards