Post by Victoria Alexander on Mar 7, 2009 6:16:18 GMT 1
The letters were sent out. Small black envelopes all addressed with a simple name on the front in gold ink. The gothic print catching the reflecting glare of light should it be tilted either which way, the ink standing out from the black darkness. Each one a date and a time printed inside on a single black card. Each one separate in its own way. Invitations at first glance.
The only request would be to come alone and to bring the invitation. A private party no doubt would come to mind but this was so much more. This was a challenge placed onto the addressed names. Their fate sealed with black wax, a black bird outline, a raven, pressed into the seal. Old Varron students would know instantly should they remember, others would not. Either way it could only mean one thing.
Victoria Alexander was calling them to fight.
~~~
She was no longer the Principle nor would she be the fighter. She would be the judge of this old school tournament. Invitations sent to those on top of her list of exceptional fighters. This urge to satisfy an itch within herself the craving of the past. How she missed the past.
Standing in a black leather outfit she would await for the gathering crowd. Each given a time on their black card within minutes of the other. Victoria wanted to see the reaction upon each face that would watch the gathering crowd.
Tak and his brother Blue, standing ready and at attention as they would keep watch for those that entered and ushered out those that didn’t belong. Their location, a junk yard. Scrap metal surrounded all around them, towering to great heights as if to block the view from the outside world. It only took a couple calls, calling in a few favors. Vic knew those type of people.
As the crowd gathered, she spoke. Her voice was loud and clear. Not showing any pain or anguish over their current situation. The schools filled with rubble.
"Welcome. As your letters suggest this is invite only. Each one of you have been invited to be apart of this all out brawl. You will be be matched by the numbers that are on your invites."
Tak gathered the invites from the players. Handing the pile to Victoria. She opened each one silently to herself, numbers which were randomly placed on the back of the cards before they were addressed showed who would fight who.
"Tonight the rounds will go as followed:
PainKiller will go against Allen Daughtry.
Tiao Lei Shen will go against Damien Blaze.
Keith Richards will go against Shamino Warhen
Raine Ashton will go against John Smith
Kazuki Akimoto will go against Evek"
She paused looking at each fighters face, as if piercing them with her eyes.
"Each fight will be designated in a different area of the Junk Yard. You will be prohibited from using any weapons unless they are provided. The rules will be simple. You will fight to win. Fatalities are prohibited. You get out of control you will be taken out."
With that she would separate each team and the fight would begin.
The only request would be to come alone and to bring the invitation. A private party no doubt would come to mind but this was so much more. This was a challenge placed onto the addressed names. Their fate sealed with black wax, a black bird outline, a raven, pressed into the seal. Old Varron students would know instantly should they remember, others would not. Either way it could only mean one thing.
Victoria Alexander was calling them to fight.
~~~
She was no longer the Principle nor would she be the fighter. She would be the judge of this old school tournament. Invitations sent to those on top of her list of exceptional fighters. This urge to satisfy an itch within herself the craving of the past. How she missed the past.
Standing in a black leather outfit she would await for the gathering crowd. Each given a time on their black card within minutes of the other. Victoria wanted to see the reaction upon each face that would watch the gathering crowd.
Tak and his brother Blue, standing ready and at attention as they would keep watch for those that entered and ushered out those that didn’t belong. Their location, a junk yard. Scrap metal surrounded all around them, towering to great heights as if to block the view from the outside world. It only took a couple calls, calling in a few favors. Vic knew those type of people.
As the crowd gathered, she spoke. Her voice was loud and clear. Not showing any pain or anguish over their current situation. The schools filled with rubble.
"Welcome. As your letters suggest this is invite only. Each one of you have been invited to be apart of this all out brawl. You will be be matched by the numbers that are on your invites."
Tak gathered the invites from the players. Handing the pile to Victoria. She opened each one silently to herself, numbers which were randomly placed on the back of the cards before they were addressed showed who would fight who.
"Tonight the rounds will go as followed:
PainKiller will go against Allen Daughtry.
Tiao Lei Shen will go against Damien Blaze.
Keith Richards will go against Shamino Warhen
Raine Ashton will go against John Smith
Kazuki Akimoto will go against Evek"
She paused looking at each fighters face, as if piercing them with her eyes.
"Each fight will be designated in a different area of the Junk Yard. You will be prohibited from using any weapons unless they are provided. The rules will be simple. You will fight to win. Fatalities are prohibited. You get out of control you will be taken out."
With that she would separate each team and the fight would begin.
