A Battle Royale (IC)

[TearsoftheWorld]

Ivy was sitting alone in her office, a small desk lamp the only real light source. There was a fireplace but it wasn't providing much heat nor light. Sighing she closed the lid on one of the massive books that covered her desk. To her right was a strange looking weapon and to her left... more books.

"It just doesn't make any sense." she said with another heavy sigh. Ivy had been pouring through massive volumes for answers... answers to many different questions that had been plaguing her mind for quite some time. She no longer had her family to turn to for answers, so she was forced to look deep inside herself for any clues. She even turned to musty old volumes written by babbling sages in the hopes of finding anything of use.

Growing annoyed as time wore on, Ivy slammed the cover of another book down and finally retired to her bed chambers. She removed the heavy clothes of her nobility off and put on her undergarments, blowing out the candle of her room before slipping into the heavy covers on her bed. Oddly enough, Ivy had one of the most peaceful nights sleep in a long while. There were no dreams nor nightmares... just sleep.

When she awoke the following morning, Ivy wished she could stay in bed forever. The warmth of the room outweighed the cool morning air, and she felt oddly comfortable. But something was amiss. Sitting up, she looked around her room. Nothing seemed out of place, really. Her eyes opened a little wider as they fell upon a silver tray that lay atop her desk. Ivy pushed aside her sheets and stood to her feet, walking over and looking down at the plate of food and drink that had been set aside for her.

"What's this?" she asked, her mouth bringing to life the words in her mind.

"I hope you don't mind my making breakfast. I figured you would be rather hungry after such a long sleep."

Ivy turned her head to the side and looked towards the door. Standing in the frame of it was a rather peculiar looking man, rugged but fairly handsome, and aged. He leaned somewhat heavily on a dark cane while one hand rest at his side, tucked in the pockets of his fancy coat.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my home?" she asked, somewhat confused but wary.

"I would love to answer your questions, but I'm afraid I have other guests to attend to. They should be arriving shortly. Please, enjoy yourself." he said before closing the door after him, before Ivy could even protest or ask more questions the door locked with a 'click', leaving her to stand there puzzled. She turned her head and looked back at the tray of food on her desk.

Guests? What guests? Ivy hadn't invited anyone over to her home... at least not that she could remember.

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Soft clanks could be heard as Lord Trenton walked down a long hallway, his eyes staring straight ahead as he made his way to the next room. A pleasant smile lined his face.

Yes, they'd all be arriving shortly. Of that he was sure. He finally stopped walking just as he approached a closed, wooden door. His hand reached up and banged against its surface a few times, waiting for it to be opened.

 

[Celeshag]

Smith

Twigs snapped , the sound of rapid footsteps approached "Keep going ...RUN"

The sound of panic charged ahead into the dark, in the forest.

Smith stood still ,waiting.

Two men burst into a small clearing one looked back seeking clues to the pursuit that had to be coming, a hundred yards beyond the clearing was a military camp they were going to make it , they had to make it.

Looking ahead now both men sprinted across the small clearing, past the first line of trees and fell... their heads rolled several more feet beyond the prone bodies.

Smith held position for a moment listened to the world around, then satisfied he flicked the sword and the dark blade disappearred into nothingness, until it was needed again.

He then turned away from the scene and stopped.


In front of him was a room and before his mind could respond to what his eyes saw, his ears heard a door opening and drew his head towards the sound.

 

[gagonthis]

Eddy laughed with enjoyment as he ducked another kick, spinning up on his hands, his legs a whirlwind as the girl across from him raised an arm to block before hand springing backwards to avoid the rest. "You're getting soft since the last Iron Fist Tournament Christie..." Eddy said as he landed back on his feet, easily moving back into the ginga, preparing for her counter.

Christie stuck out her tongue as she swung her legs down in a simply banda, the speed nearly catching Eddy off guard and depositing him on the ground. He managed to au batido himself up into a handstand in time to avoid the sweep and somersaulted backwards away from the girl. Sitting on a fountain close by Christie's grandfather and Eddy's capoeira teacher clapped in pleasure. Eddy grinned at Christie as well. Ever since the last Iron Fist tournament Eddy and Christie had been growing... closer. In many different ways. Christie was a beautiful girl, of that there was no doubt, but Eddy still found himself too distracted to pursue a meaningful relationship. Kazuya was still out there and Eddy still had yet to take his revenge.

"Again!" The master clapped and Eddy turned his attention back in time to see Christies leg flying towards him in simple armada spinning kick. Eddy tried to raise his hand to block it, but he knew he was too late, and winced to take the blow.

It never came. He turned back towards Christie, thinking she had misjudged the distance. "You had me dead to rights and you missed!" He said teasing her before noticing the worried look on her face. "What... what's wron..." He didn't finish as he looked down at his hands, seeing them fading from view. "What the fu..." He managed to get out before everything faded from sight.

Suddenly he found himself in a room, one he'd never seen before. He was incredibly confused. "Where the hell am I..." He said out loud as he peeked out the window. It appeared to be earth, but what had happened. He was just about to try the door when he heard the sound of the latch opening. Eddy ducked down, preparing for who or whatever came through.