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my jinji don't you cry
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King's Academy - Excerpt [Warning: Violent]
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A glimmer of something in the darkness, and an audience waiting in tense suspense. It was so very dark, and the only thing you could feel was the heavy blanket of anticipation. All at once, the lights flashed to life. You could now see that what you looked upon was a simple circular arena surrounded by glass. The tiled white floor of the arena was stained with faded red. Blood? But you could hardly think about that right now, your eyes were trained on the man in the center of the arena. He was dressed quite flashily, in a gold and white frilly pirate outfit. His face was obscured by an equally flashy mask, laden with feathers and gems. His smile was that of a treacherous snake's, as the crowd roared in approval, stamping their feet. He gestured for them to be quiet, not that it mattered, since the mic in his hand was deafeningly loud. He commanded all attention, even yours, as he spoke.
"Welcome to the Arena." He roared. The audience roared even louder, and you felt tempted to join them in their raucous approval.
"You're in for a treat folks, tonight's battle is one for the books!" This is what he always said, but how would you know that? It was your first time here.
"Cognition!" The man in the gold and white swept his hand towards the farther side of the arena, where you could just barely see a glass door interrupting the clean glass wall. A spotlight opened up on a young boy who entered the ring. His face was entirely concealed by a mask as well. It's flat white surface was interrupted by a bright red smiley face in the middle. He did not look like much, but judging by the audience's response he was clearly something to be revered. He took up a poised and confident stance in one corner of the arena.
"Versus, Nitro!" The next boy to step into the ring was much more flashy, and judging by the audience's roars of approval, much more popular. He was decked from head to toe in all black, a dark plain mask covering only one half of his face. It seemed that dark colors were a staple of the Arena's contestants... sometimes. You had no idea what to expect at this point, watching as the announcer left the arena and vanished into the darkness. But his voice was still with you, as it boomed through hidden speakers.
"Commence!" And just like that, the battle had begun. It was fascinating, the boy in the simple white mask stood still. You thought he'd lost his nerve, or was just plain stupid. But you quickly teared your attention for the stationary boy to the one in all black, who was the exact opposite of stillness. He sped around the arena, just a blur, often throwing taunts at the boy in the white mask, or jabbing at him. And just when you thought the battle was over, he stuck his foot out at a perfectly timed moment, causing the combatant known as Nitro to fall to the floor. And as soon as his body his the ground, Cognition struck out in a sudden and vicious manner, kicking him in the stomach. He scoffed.
"Pathetic. How maladroit." Cognition's words echoed harshly throughout the stadium. The audience roared in approval. Cognition pressed his foot down on the boy's ribcage, and just as you started to hear the beginnings of a sickening crack, Nitro grabbed his foot and thrust him across the stage with much more strength than you thought possible from the teenager. Cognition slammed against the glass wall, gasping in pain. Nitro was no better, as he cradled his ribcage and made his way to his opponent.
"Get up." Nitro snickered, staring down at him but refusing to get any closer, in fear of being tricked once again. Cognition raised his head weakly, as Nitro's foot came sailing towards the side of his face. Cognition coughed, but it was muffled by the mask. You looked on, shocked. It was like watching a car crash, while you knew the outcome would not be beneficial for either party it was difficult to pull your eyes away. The audience was drowning out all thought, rage and excitement washed over you like a tidal wave.
"Nitro wins!" The flashy announcer boomed, unseen. Nitro looped his arm under Cognition's shoulders and led him out of the arena, but not before pausing to soak in his victory. He waved to the crowd, a bright but slightly pained smile on his face. The announcer entered the stage once again, spreading his arms out.
"That was exciting! I certainly hope you bet well!" He grinned. Of course people were betting, it was a good avenue for money. "Welcome to King's Academy!" He bellowed, and though you hadn't thought it was possible, the crowd grew even louder. You went slack jawed.
This, this was King's Academy?!
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King's Academy - Mechanics
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You were born with an extraordinary power. And it normally was frowned upon in your society. So when you reached the age of 15 you were sent to King's Academy. At first, you had no idea what to expect, but now it was clear. King's Academy was practically a military school. The instructors, in addition to teaching your regular classes, they also trained you. You could see what was happening, while they went under the premise of teaching you to control your power, it was clear they were making you a weapon. On the fateful day that the bus came to pick up, you had no idea what to expect. They led you into a dark room, (the stadium) where you were mixed in with upperclassmen and new students. And that is where the fight ensued. It was something that was cooked up by the instructors to pass time and keep students on their toes. And you could get easy money betting on fights.
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The premise of this roleplay is to explore the lives of these extraordinary students and their lives in King's Academy. They live on campus, and are not permitted to leave so most of the roleplay happens on campus. When you make a character it will have a singular outstanding trait, for Nitro, it was speed, and for Cognition it was intelligence. The grand fights are scheduled for every friday. There are typically three per night with six different contenders. Who wins is decided either by talking it out with your opponent or rolling a four sided dice. Whoever has the higher roll wins. But fights are often cut short, as the instructors do not want to permanently damage their students.
