World's Strongest Tournament (The Buttkickening) [Invite]

As one the contestants would be transported onto a platform. The last thing they would remember was answering the summons of a Great Sentient Voice that called out to the planet asking for the World's Strongest. This mysterious entity would filter its champions and had come to accept the challenge of twelve individuals. They arrived on a windless night bathed in the glow of two statues that blazed magnificently.

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"We ran outta firewood." At the foot of the bridge stood a man in waiting. He was Middle-Eastern by descent but wore the clothes of some grand functionary. Scapegoat beamed at the contestants as he beckoned them with both hands, "Walk this way!" And he would skip frivolously across the bridge, illuminated by sconces, towards an impossible citadel that seemed ten times taller with every step taken. A lightning storm crackled remotely in the distance.

From the immense entranceway there was only one room to duck inside. Almost paradoxically it was quite confined; cosy instead of large, and lit at one end by a semi-circular furnace. It was a banqueting hall, with a single stone-work table stretching its length. This table was lavishly adorned by food of all tastes and cultures. Some of the fruits were foreign, many of the recipes extinct, and one or two of the edibles may not even be terrestrial.

Twelve empty chairs invited occupants to sit and enjoy the delectables on offer, "Don't huddle! You look like a pack a penguins. Sit-sit-sit." Scapegoat himself scurried to the far end of the table, and to the only occupied seat.

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Tipping the sightless corpse off its chair, he took it for himself. He then used the desecrated body as a footstool and waited until the majority of the party had taken their places. When he was satisfied he had an audience he would address the room. Silverware rang off the edge of a glass.

Blake had appeared among the group of 12 and, as per the usual, she was one of the shortest among them. Easier hide among the crowd, at least. Looking around, it wasn't entirely what she had expected. She'd been banking on a tournament, a competition to determine who was the best of the group. Not...a banquet.

She looked around the hall until she found her teammates. And Kyte. Of course he'd be accepted into this tournament, and Blake quickly made her way to sit near them. As she scanned the room, her eyes fell on a few individuals, locking on them as she sized them up and her currently uncovered ears twitched.

When Scapegoat started ranting however, she looked up, and his comments quickly drew a blush from her. "I was never a man!" She squeaked with a blush, clearly offended. She eventually brushed it off though and crossed her arms, grumbling something about how annoying he was.

(I'm assuming Bow got her full size again for the tourney, if I'm wrong, let me know )

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Bow had shown up in a stunning crimson formal gown that fitted her body flawlessly and barely touched the ground. She was a few inches taller than normal with her black heels on, walking in them as if she had all her life. It seemed that whatever laws governed this tournament had allowed her access to her normal body and she couldn't be happier. The girl absolutely loved these competitions. It was the only time that she got to unleash her whole power without holding back.

The girl stood beside her fiancé as the man in front of them spoke. She was glad that Kyte wasn't the one giving the speech this time. It meant that she could drape her arms around his while they walked into the lobby. As they made their way to the luxurious table, the girl looked around and giggled. "Looks a bit more... gothic than last times. It's nice."

She sat down next her love and began to fill her plate with fruits as she examined her opponents, blinking at two in particular. "K-Kris?? And Toji?? Well... this shall be interesting... Just so you two know, I don't hold back here." The pink haired girl's eyes flashed red with determination and she giggled. Then Kyte asked his question and she turned her head back to their host to learn the answer.

When Ida was dropped into the unfamiliar realm, she couldn't deny that she was nervous. The teen, who had decided to wear her mask so no one could see her expression, was playing Uno™ with herself at the table, trying to seem calm. Ida glanced up once and a while to scope out the competition, taking notes to herself, Ah..Yes...Indeed.....I'm totally screwed. Ida tilted her head a bit at the Announcer guy, should she ask a question? The teen pondered on that while she put down a blue one, causing the whole color of her game to change, darn it! Ida decided to end the card game with herself to as to start fully observing everyone quietly from behind the lazily smiling mask.

Toji grins, following the strange man inside. He'd spotted a few he recognized, but figured he'd say hello once they're inside.Glancing around, the halfling's brain registers something important.....FOOOOOOOD!!!!! Sitting across from Bow, Toji gives his Big Sis and Kyte a cheeky wave and grin, loading his plate down as much as he can with a vast variety of food. "Hiya Sis, He Who Rides the Wind!!!OK, I look forward sparring to you as well!!!" The boy reclines in the seat, resting his back against one arm rest and calf's resting on the other as he casually reaches out to his plate, yoinking this here and that there to munch on. He was dressed in a nice shirt and pants, heck,even with a tie, but.....the tie was loosened a great deal, the top 2 buttons of the shirt unbuttoned  so he didn't feel restricted. A portion of the shirt was left untucked, though his tanto was tucked into his belt.Basically, standard Toji all the way!!After Kyte's question he blinks."Oh yeah!!!What are the rules again, anyway?"

Kristoff walked in with the rest of the group, wearing a nice yellow and black suit. His scent was very different than usual, he smelled like soap and cologne rather than the usual vodka and cigarettes. He smiled as he looked at his little sister and sat across from her. "Well, this is going to be fun, isn't it?" He then turned his attention to the other competitors and saw Blake and Kyte. Well, Kris wasn't going to win, he knew that much, but it'd be fun to see how far he could go. He then focused his attention to the food, keeping an ear out for Scapegoat.

The last thing Mimir remembered was that he got his D.S.T.C.S [Deep Space-Time Continuum Scanner] up and running, which was a feat as he was having some difficulties getting it started. That was when he was picking up strong gravitational waves distortion nearby followed by a loud voice. Everything after that led to him waking up in another land occupied by strangers. Well he saw one who he recognize as a member on the Teen Titans but that's about it. He took a glance down and took notice that he was still in his lab coat. 'Intriguing' Was all Mimir could think as everything went by in a blur and he found himself in some Gothic dinning hall. So he took a seat and dug into his pockets, feeling if any gadgets manage to stay with him. He felt his Wireless Connection Amplifier in his back pocket but he had a hypothesis that this is no ordinary place. Done with searching he looked up and analyzed the crew. 'Well If I'm going to be in these so called battles I should start doing some Bio-scans to learn everything I can' Mimir thought as he brought his arm to him and his Omni-Tool came online. He than leaned back into the seat to let his Omni-Tool take a few minutes to take Bio-scans of the surrounding group.

For all the food on offer there were scarce few palatable pieces for Scapegoat. Just a plate in front of him that had two eyes upon. The corpse beneath his feet seemed to suddenly stir, and he kicked it before then snacking on the eyes. Mmm, jelly.

The ghoul's own eyes fell upon Kyte as the Sin spoke. He gasped deeply before smacking the person seated to his right, "Why didn't you tell him who I am?" He then reached over to grab at the arm of the person on his left, "You fool. How could he know who I am?" All very good questions. He turned to address the table at large with his answer, "They call me Scapegoat. And why not? It is my name after all. I am what you'd call a ghoul. If you could each tell us the bare bones about yourselves, that would be lovely. But first! You are right. I must get on with the rules."

The footstool stirred again. Scapegoat savagely kicked it into submission, "Last but not first; yes, this tournament has happened before. There have been others. I believe you can download the series from Netflix. Or that might be Daredevil I'm thinking of. As such the following rules stand for the current bouts:"


"The winner will reserve the right to be known as the World's Strongest. Also something something memory wiping participants something something. The Rule-makers are also offering a mystery prize for the winner. It might be coupons." Scapegoat reached under the table and pulled out a small hat. Inside the hat were slips of paper, "Please pick a number from this paper pile as we pass it round. It will determine your fixtures. If you already have good furniture, take one anyway. Also! Introduce yourselves. Or I will point and guess at you."

The hat reached Kiara first. She took the slip of paper but did not unfold it, "Hello everybody. I am the Benighted One, a shaman. I know little of fighting and little more of anything else. But I do know this, I have defeated manifestations and insanities considered non-existent. I will not fall lightly." She gently pushed the hat along to the next person and sat down. She was not so eager to hear about the others. But it would be rude to ignore them.

((OOC: Ignore the last round posting order. Everyone post as soon as you're able. We're juggling twelve people here.))

Blake pulled the next number, looking at it. A shiny black '11' was written on it. "Blake Belladonna. I'm part cat." That was all she said. Best she kept her ability to hide hidden from the rest of the participants as she passed the hat around.

Mimir took the hat and drew a four, "Mimir Babylon, I'm a scientist" He spoke simply as he still took bio-scans. Already he has gained some interesting readings, hopefully this mind wipe things won't affect his Omni-Tool. He than passed the hat along.

Bow listened to Scapegoat talk about rules, and some nonsensical things as well. When it came time for her to pull a number, she did and waited until told to look at it. She stood up and smiled around at everyone. The girl was definitely a performer if nothing else. "My name is Rain Bow. I'm... Well, I'm a professional volunteer, for all intents and purposes." She giggled lightly and sat down. Fairly certain that she was the least threatening person at this table.

So people were introducing themselves as well, alrighty! Ida watched quietly as the hat got passed to her, the mask wearing girl took out a slip with the number "7" on it. Ida looked up, Do I really need to say my name.., she thought. "Uh.....Mi nombre es Tachi....?" She said,  Ida decided to speak in Spanish cuz....Uh..There probably wasn't any logic to it, she just sorta panicked.


Ooc: We're allowed to choose our numbers, right?