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7:1 - Imhotep vs. Azazel (Fallen)

MATCH SCORE
Imhotep: 9
Azazel (Fallen): 4

7:1 - Barney Stinson vs. Scott Pilgrim

MATCH SCORE
Barney Stinson: 5
Scott Pilgrim: 6

7:1 - The Thing (John Carpenter) vs. The Djinn

MATCH SCORE
The Thing (John Carpenter): 9
The Djinn: 5

7:1 - Arya Stark vs. Son Goten

MATCH SCORE
Arya Stark: 8
Son Goten: 3

7:1 - Zabu vs. Abu (Disney)

MATCH SCORE
Zabu: 2
Abu (Disney): 10

7:1 - White Tigerzord vs. Hedorah

MATCH SCORE
White Tigerzord: 3
Hedorah: 10

7:1 - Medamatcha vs. Magneto

MATCH SCORE
Medamatcha: 6
Magneto: 7

7:1 - The Spirit (Rin Yamaoka) vs. Michael Myers

MATCH SCORE
The Spirit (Rin Yamaoka): 11
Michael Myers: 2

7:1 - Emperor Palpatine vs. Unstoppable Wasp (Nadia Van Dyne)

MATCH SCORE
Emperor Palpatine: 4
Unstoppable Wasp (Nadia Van Dyne): 10

7:1 - Biollante vs. Gipsy Danger

MATCH SCORE
Biollante: 10
Gipsy Danger: 2

7:1 - Lelouch Lamperouge vs. Brainiac 5

MATCH SCORE
Lelouch Lamperouge: 2
Brainiac 5: 11

7:1 - Hellhounds vs. Santa Claus (Santa's Slay)

MATCH SCORE
Hellhounds: 8
Santa Claus (Santa's Slay): 4

7:1 - Johnny Sokko And His Flying Robot vs. Space Godzilla

MATCH SCORE
Johnny Sokko And His Flying Robot: 3
Space Godzilla: 7

7:1 - Michael Jackson (Moonwalker) vs. Penn And Teller

MATCH SCORE
Michael Jackson (Moonwalker): 9
Penn And Teller: 3

7:1 - Stewie Griffin vs. Dexter

MATCH SCORE
Stewie Griffin: 5
Dexter: 8

7:1 - The Invisible Woman vs. Carol Danvers

MATCH SCORE
The Invisible Woman: 10
Carol Danvers: 4

7:1 - Lip vs. Jack-Jack Parr

MATCH SCORE
Lip: 4
Jack-Jack Parr: 6

7:1 - Ruby (Supernatural) vs. Lestat de Lioncourt

MATCH SCORE
Ruby (Supernatural): 1
Lestat de Lioncourt: 9

7:1 - Invincible vs. The Death Star

MATCH SCORE
Invincible: 9
The Death Star: 4

7:1 - Haggar (Voltron) vs. The Silver Surfer

MATCH SCORE
Haggar (Voltron): 3
The Silver Surfer: 10

7:1 - Ultraman vs. Dragonzord

MATCH SCORE
Ultraman: 8
Dragonzord: 5

Eliot vs. Josie Rizal

MATCH SCORE
Eliot: 6
Josie Rizal: 0

All-New All-Different Avengers vs. The Daleks

MATCH SCORE
All-New All-Different Avengers: 4
The Daleks: 1

Katie Ka-Boom vs. Minerva Mink

MATCH SCORE
Katie Ka-Boom: 4
Minerva Mink: 3

Bo-Katan Kryze vs. Pre Vizsla

MATCH SCORE
Bo-Katan Kryze: 5
Pre Vizsla: 0

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Fallen Academy - Chapter 1

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Kimblee emerged from the brush glancing over at the other initiates. He noticed two things, the man on the ground, lying in agony as death crept over his glazed over eyes. Being an Artificial Reaper, he had seen this many times, wanting to finish what was to inevitably come. The second, was the odd sense of teamwork and friendship among these so called 'villains.' Kimblee thought to himself.

 

'This is a competition, pitting the most ruthless and violent individuals in the world against one another, I don't understand. This is puzzling me and frankly I find it quite pathetic, in any case, the next trial is ahead of me. The two huts with that aroma, I can't stand the scents. They don't smell of blood or death, and I'm beginning to get a headache, and that other hut seems to have some sort of inhabitants within. I'd like to keep away from large crowds and rely on myself through these trials, the nice guy act can't last forever in this place, and someone is bound to turn on one another. There isn't anything special about this last one, it seems to be the perfect fit for me. Onward.'

 

Kimblee had made up his mind. He brushed past the others ignoring whatever it was they were saying. The only thing he was worried about, was getting into the Fallen Academy, to find purpose in his meaningless existence. Before anyone had made up their minds, he had already vanished into the plain hut...

 

Choice : C

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"Oh, hey I neglected to say but thanks for saving me from waltzing into that clusterf*ck back there, I was right about you having keen eyes."

 

"Why thank you Mr. Richter, I always relish the occasional compliment from well armed men." I say.

 

Actually I don't. My eyes are nice I suppose, but possibly not my best feature. Though that is most likely not what he meant anyway.

 

He begins to go on about the huts. I don't give much input, but I don't have much to say either. A hut is a hut. In addition, the dying man struggling at my heel is somewhat hard to ignore. The Sentinels were not exactly very specific on what I should do regarding my so-called teammates. They never told me to kill them or allow them to die; but they never explicitly forbade it either. My handler's only retort on the matter was somewhat trite.

 

"Officially the Sentinels forbid killing... but you aren't going to be official are you?"

 

Very helpful as usual. I suppose reason must be my answer.

 

Argument: Killing is immoral. Counter-argument: Killing an evil person is not immoral, if it saves innocent lives. This man is a chosen recruit for the Fallen and must therefore be evil, and would in the future help the Fallen kill innocents. Rebuttal: He does not pose an immediate danger to innocents, and it is not moral to kill him based on what he might hypothetically do. Counter-rebuttal: You would not be killing him, he chose all the actions in his life which lead to this moment, and therefore killed himself.

 

Second Argument: Saving his life could endear him to you in the future, benefiting you. Counter Argument: Healing him would use up some of your magic; in addition he is a member of the Fallen, and will most likely stab you in the back, or possibly betray you through some less mundane method as stabbing.

 

Hmmm, I need more time to think about this. I turn to Richter

 

"Take your time, perhaps if we wait long enough the others will fight while we watch. It worked once...."

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Well that was fun, already getting some action. I got three -count them- of those gun placements! Though, that was honestly a close call. I'm surprised my instincts didn't pick up on the turrets, then again rotary anti-infantry gatling guns are not really my natural predator, now are they?

 

I looked around, tail swishing, noting that some are hurt, some are with out a scratch(including me) and some are missing. Did I pass that couple? I then looked towards the guy that got the worse of it, and I wince. I seen roadkill that looked better then he did right now, poor guy.

 

My ear turns towards the brush we came out of, my eyes follow. I see the couple that was not in the mess a few moments ago. Whoa, how did I miss them? Are they magic? Is it luck? Or is it something else? Whatever it is I want some of that.

 

So beyond my better judgement, I skip towards them. I slowly weave and fro through their legs, nudging up against them.I pur and coo, playing up some kitty love. Please don't kick me!

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Blood King nodded as he looked to see Thomas getting ready to finish off Matthew as he spoke.

 

" Good whoever you are put this man out his misery. One less person for all of us to worry about. What is their to think about? Surely you understand only a few can be taken in as the Fallen. Right now there are no allies here. Finish this man off."

 

Blood King turned away and looked to the huts leaving Matthew's fate to the others. If they killed him they are smart and if not they are stupid thought Blood King. Either way he had no allies here and was determined to become a Fallen at any cost. Now as far as the huts are concerned its clear the first and third huts have danger awaiting anybody stupid enough to enter. Obviously there were beings still using the first who were prepared and the third seems too safe. Its a choice between the house and second tent. Blood thought slowly about his choices as he looked to see whether Matthew would be killed.

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Blood King flaps his gums too much. He's a fool, honestly. Everyone is thinking that, yes, but he shouldn't say it. Everyone'll turn on him in a heartbeat. Pretending to make friends is the key.

 

"Quite blunt, Deathy." Donny turns to the king mockingly. "Not much of a friendly guy, huh?"

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Richter nods and more or less stops speaking aloud, though he does go through every option in detail. Didn't want lady luck to wuss out on us now. Just as he wondered what the girl was thinking about herself(why else would she not pay attention to a lifr-and-dath decision) when he feels a nudge and looks down. A cat, how cute he thinks. ANd it had a little napsack.

 

"Hey there little guy, who do you belong to?" he grunts, hoping it wasnt some nutjobs idea of an IED. He's seen worse enough to believe that. Around that time he hears Blood king and Arctos speak, the latter directly to Pagan.

 

"Well, some people definitely are wary of competition eh?" he says jokingly towards Pagan. "Between you and me, regardless if we can save that guy I dont wanna let mr. cannibal get away with a free meal...whose to say he wont suggest the eat option if one of us sprains our ankle or somethin'. At the end of the day some of us will be on a team, we gotta draw thew line somewhere for these non-team players." he says in his usual tone yet also managing to convey a completely serious tone. Again, he had experience with this kinda thing. As for which hut to enter, all in all he was leaning towards one of the cabins that werent so subtle in danger, overt trouble could be shot easier.

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Jarrod wiped his blade against his jeans. That was the last time he'd follow the crowd. He didn't much like being in the middle of the action and rather be watching from behind the scenes if possible. He knows he would have never ran into such a trap if he was alone. Luckly, he made it out of the situation unscathed. He did not like this group thing very much at all, but he was stuck with them and he planned on leaving this island.

 

They eventually came to huts and Matthew dropped to the ground. His first thought was to help, but he quickly moved the thought from his mind. This was a competition after all and he'd doubt anybody would do the same for him. The others argued over what to do with him. Someone even suggested eating him. He was glad someone else also looked down on the idea.

 

Jarrod idly listened to them conversate as his eyes fell upon the huts. He didn't much trust worn paths anymore.

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"Sorcerer, allow me to eat this guy." Mr. Arctos was referring to Pagan. The werebear wanted to eat human flesh. He was hungry and nobody gets between him and a meal.

 

"A. Sorceress, thank you very much. And B, I'm still thinking about it..."

 

There was something furry by my leg. Well isn't he cute? I scratch the little kitty behind the ear. I like cats, very mellow, reflective, low maintenance, very witch friendly. I don't know if it puts me in a better mood, or if I just happen to decide right that moment, but I think I've come to my conclusion.

 

I put my boot down on the poor man's esophagus. I can hear weak breathing beneath my heel.

 

"Hcaerhtial rismia hcan sahbna..."

 

I curse his already weakened body, only enough to taunt, not enough to kill.

 

"Does this hurt? I bet it probably does. But that's not why I'm doing it; I'm doing this to you now to prove a point. Not just for you, but for everyone. To teach you all... not-to-*vulgarity*-with-me... I can take, and I can give...anbhás nach An Aimsir Láithreach."

 

The spell reverses, healing what was wounded an exiling death, if only temporarily. He would live, for now.

 

"Do not take this as a sign of pity, or weakness. Nor is this a gift. I can take back what I give, and I expect you to pay back your debt. Do not fail me, you would not live long enough to regret that decision..."

 

I remove my boot from his throat. I attempt to scoop up the animal swerving between my legs so I can do some evil cat stroking. God, I'm good at doing the bad girl routine...

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Blood King shook his head at the stupidity around him at the others who seemed to not have fully grasped yet how serious of a competition his was. They seemed to not realize yet only a few would survive to be a Fallen and the rest would be dead. If thats their choices then so be it he thought. He for one would not make the same mistakes.

 

" If you all are so weak that you need to pretend to be friends then so be it. These good hearted morals are for the petty, weak, and for beings who sadly like to play hero. I suggest you all realize that only a few will be alive to be Fallen and the rest will be dead. I suggest you all learn it now before its too late."

 

You all will deeply regret not killing this man. I will laugh when if he were to succeed and those of you who wanted him alive would die. It would make me happy if he were to be the death of some of you.

 

Blood King walked away as he went to the huts to make his choice. This time he would be careful and make sure he was on alert. Blood King looked between the the second hut and the house. King looked to the house with interest. Maybe he would find something of value in the house. If anything were to attack he would have to rely on his strong body and force field from his power to survive. Then again the third hut had no smell. The other 3 tents with a smell could be a trap. With that in mind Blood King marched toward the third tent

 

Choice: C

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Icarus looks back and forth between the four straw huts. Two of them had enticing aromas stewing from the entrances and Icarus did feel his stomach rumbling. His girlfriend had promised that they would go get food after they visited her church. They were walking out the door, when they'd had the argument. She was already half an hour late and he figured that stopping to eat wouldn't make them much later. She said he couldn't understand religion. Him, the son of a god. The irony made Icarus stew. He was about to yell at her but she walked out the door. The sound of her nice church boots stomping away was the last thing Icarus remembered from before he waking up in New Eden.

 

He was hungry.

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Richter was still mulling everything over when he heard Pagan speak. He figures she's gonna crush the bastard's throat but instead she begins to speak some magical gibberish. Oh she's a healer he thinks to himself. He chose well when it came to allies, he wasn't used to that though it was oddly nice to know. He then listens over to her threat, which was very good he had to admit. He was usually a bad judge of character. Once she was done, she picks up the cat.

 

"Excellent and noted." Richter says aloud as he readies his AK, just in case anyone took this the bad way or wanted to get physical. "Sorry dude, no food for you." he says before giving off a shit eating grin when he hears blood king. "What a dick." he mutters before looking over the huts. "I'm thinking the fortified one if we're gonna have backup." he says cheerily.

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"Limpy's back" Donny was a bit disappointed, but figured it wouldn't hurt him too much. He'd just have to be careful.

 

Donny couldn't help but think of how much of an idiot Blood King was being, but that was for another time. He's gone now, so there's nothing he could do about it. "The first hut may be trouble, but I don't like any of the others..." He thinks out loud. "I think we should go in as a group." He paused. Was he being stupid? Proposing that they work together might be a good way to get himself killed, but he didn't know if he could get to the end alone. Besides, there was a healer in the group who seemed willing to help. He turned to the others and smiled. "Anyone wanna go first?"

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"Perhaps... Perhaps, this is a headquaters of some sort." Jarrod said making himself seen, referring to the first hut.

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Icarus was wary when approaching Pagan, but hey, two angels have to have something in common. He taps her on the shoulder and points emphatically to the two cottages which smell like food. Then he rubs his stomach to indicate that he is hungry. Then he looks her in the eyes to indicate the severity of his feelings.

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"Quiet human, for I am not even one bit human, not like YOU. And sorceress, you have quite the nerve in denying a demon of my caliber a meal."

 

He thinks about the plain hut. Then Mr. Arctos realizes that the scent could be bait. The hut with heavy breathing potentially has prey. After he fully regenerated, he decided that the military hut seemed to be the base, from the smell of it. Thomas Arctos also wanted a fight to test his true mettle. It seemed like a good idea, but he realized that everyone else would try B. Some plant monster may be around, but prey seems nice to eat.

 

OOC: Choice B.

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The werebear and the half naked pro-wrestler wannabe leave off on their own; their loss I suppose. With the man on the floor slowly regaining his faculties I turn my attention to the much more obvious challenge before me.

 

The enormous man (woman?) with a body of flames taps me on the shoulder. I watch his miming. Hungry, are you saying you're hungry? Do you want to eat me? Why does everyone in this group want to eat me?

 

It eventually becomes obvious that he is indicating towards two of the small huts. Pleasant aromas escape them both, but distinctly unpleasant moans escape from one. This leads to a second query, what do the smells indicate? Perhaps food, perhaps a trap. The larger tent is most certainly a trap at any rate. Any benefit it might provide is that of extra firepower, and as guns are disdainful, provides me no interest. As for the plain hut, it may also be trapped, but at the very least it is completely empty, neither providing food or a trap.

 

So then of the two remaining, we must assume that the same smell issues forth from the identical sources, perhaps some sort of insidious Venus fly trap with nectarous berries. Or perhaps the rumors of Delilah Morgan returning from the grave were true. Most likely not, but there is little else to go on. I suppose that of the two, the one with the sounds of death would indicate that the trap has already been sprung on some other unsuspecting victim, and may no longer be potent. Or it may be stronger because of it. But there is no way to know without actually checking, and there is no point mulling over it forever. I sigh and look towards the giant flaming angel being.

 

"Yes, yes, I see."

 

I stroke the cat who has been oddly quiet about all this so far. Why he has a jet pack is beyond me, but I don't have time to unravel any more puzzles. I turn to Richter and the angel being.

 

"I feel I trust the second hut more then the first. The sounds of death comfort me,"

 

Oh that sounds positively diabolical Candace,

 

"You are by no means required to join, any of you, but admittedly I would never turn down the offer to be escorted by a gentleman. Mr. Richter, does our alliance still hold?â€

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Richter turns as Pagan begins speaking. She now had a certain eloquency to her words. Or would hammy be a more prefferable term. Either way he was really starting to like her style, even if she was trying a bit hard. She was definitely channeling a bond villian; granted more towards Roger Moore era than Connery, but that was beside the point. He shakes his head when Pagan finishes, he caught most of what she said and dspite reservations a second opinion is always nice.

 

"Would love to Pagan, hasnt hurt me yet." he says quite honestly. He still had his opinion on the second hut but with backup he could think up something around it. "Second hut it is. It doesnt look so fortified so if nothing else we can probably handle a problem from the outside." he comments, waving around the AK while noting that the hut's materials likely werent anything special. Certainly no problem for a bolt of ightning or a longburst. "Yeah, we'll take it slow, when we open the door though lets make sure noone is directly in the doorway. If something is in there and its got tentacles or spikes I dont wanna be in its path. You use your keen eyes to figure out the contents and I'll shoot it if need be. We can likely go from there if somethings up. Sound like a plan?" he says, grinning as if that was his default face.

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Jarrod was torn. He wasn't sure which hut to choose. Everybody was throwing around their own opinions, but he was still leaning towards the first... But the plain one looked much more of the safer bet. This, however, may have been what they wanted him to think. Decisions, decisions...

 

He vanished from sight.

 

Choice A

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Candace nods. The winds begin to pick up.

 

"Sounds like a plan."

 

Choice B

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Donny smiled. With some people ahead of him, he confidently strode into the first hut.

 

Choice A

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Getting picked up was unexpected, especially after that very evil --over the top-- monolouge. A spy villain? But I thought it was a very nice touch for her to use me in the way she did. And I showed my appreciation by letting out a pleasant purr.

 

By now, you're probably wondering why the hell I would even try to sign-up for The Fallen. I mean, just look at me. I'm a cat, a cat with a death machine strapped to my back mind you, but still a cat. Could I really be part of The Fallen? Maybe, if I ended up making it to the end...But my main motivation is really, well, so I can find an owner. Yeah, I know, that's probably a very obscure thing for this kinda shindig, but I have to keep my promise.

 

Of course, I didn't really say that. I mean, I can, really, I can actually speak English, Russian, German, Spanish, and Japanese. Thanks to movies, but what came out was a few 'meows' here and there.

 

I would've given my own input for what hut to pick, though to be quite frank, the whole'lot of them sound like a deathtrap. Though they picked their choice, and I gave a nod of approval, mostly because I was still being carried. Heh, maybe I'll have an owner yet!

 

Option: B

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Ricther nods before taking a tactical stance with the AK, he looked competent now at least. He glances over to the guy Pagan just saved.

 

"Hey buddy, when you're done laying around maybe ya could help us out here." he grunts before he starts heading over to the door. He gets close before stopping, following his own advice how to handle possible threats. Breaching wasn't always fun but hey he had backup. He hoped anyways.

 

Choice B

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Icarus saw the woman he had tried to communicate with walk towards one of the huts with the food. He heard something from within though, like the breathing of some organism. Worried, he fired a bolt of God's wrath through the open door at the source of the noise. He knew he wouldn't miss. He never missed. Afterwards, he walked forward into the hut to see what had happened.

 

Choice B.

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