Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:09 pm · id 1 · page 1
The Great Absolute Wrote:
Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote:
JOCASTA TOWER TROPHY ROOM
...brought to you by Durem.
One of the tallest towers in Durem, Jocasta Tower is home to a number of research and development firms, as well as numerous fighters, mercenaries, and martial artists. Durem lays spread out like a blanket of shining jewels around the Tower, illuminating the night with a million pinpricks of light. Within sits a room that acts as a testament to nearly a half-decade of Gaia's professional fighters: the Trophy Room
Terrain
General: The Trophy Room is a 50' by 50' room. Its walls are lined with display cases filled with replicas and memorabilia from tournaments of the past. In the center of the room sits four pillars, each with an enormous (replica) trophy: GTB II 1st place, GTB III 2nd place, GTB IV 1st place, HoH IV 2nd place.
Weapons: Replica trophies. There are numerous weapons and pieces of armor in the display cases - a mining pick, a dented great helm, a couple of katanas, a tomahawk, and a dragon scale twice the size of a man's fist, for example. There are also a number of "fan items" -- banners for Heaven or Hell teams, t-shirts, and things of that nature. The display cases themselves are just wood and glass, and aren't bolted to the ground.
Bonus Features: The door is locked behind both participants, meaning that a ring out is impossible. They are functionally trapped in the room until the end of the match.
Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:46 pm · id 2 · page 1
Jocasta Tower
______Artificial light colored the replica's in nauseating orange. Within their glass cases the synthetic light illuminated the many faults and inaccuracies of the replicas. To eyes whom that had seen up close what they failed to imitate, they were but a cheap facsimile. He'd seen it up close. That damned Tomahawk. He knew what it felt like. There was pain yes, but...also nostalgia. After all, It tore away weak flesh that eventually became crystalline perfection. The shining jewel surface of his left arm spun noxious light into vibrant wintergreen. Its vicious talons rapped playfully upon the glass, as if calling out to the memory of its birth.
_____The claws rang shrill on the surface that tried piteously to return his hansom visage. It proved that light, photographs, and tall tales all failed to encapsulate him in all his glory. With a tomahawk much like that one, he cut away imperfection and like an alchemist, he turned lead into gold, flesh into crystal, and mortality into godhood. His will be done, His kingdom come. He was the self begotten. His entire form was fashioned from his will. His prowess was apparent despite being hidden behind a brown leather jacket. Whether the instrument of his self creation was an elite exercise regimen giving him his tall, lean, and yet powerful physique or psychic will, forging his left arm back into shape.
_____He took a long drag off the bright white tube, pulled from the pockets of his cargo pants. From it he inhaled pure inspiration, cut from the flowers in the Astral Plane and he exhaled creation, gas crystallizing into beautiful geometries that sang as they faded just as quickly back into effervescent smoke. He turned, hoping to find his opponent, he was tired of waiting and he grew bored.
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