Difference between revisions of "3051/WMAT A1 Nonon vs Ariel"

Latest revision as of 19:15, 20 September 2015

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
It seems it's a prominant choice. The veritable wall of woman and men of Honnouji Academy line a single grav-platform as it floats there. A band seems to fill the other, dressed in white and black, as Nonon seems to conduct them from on top of one of the rock spires. A hand is held outwards, grasping a baton, as the music is played to those that have gathered. Dressed in her usual attire, Nonon is quite small - but certainly not harmless.

There are many others who have come to watch, the anti-grav platforms holding a numerous amount of people - watching with various snacks and food. It's clear that everytime that Nonon is present she makes it a performance - that much is known. She wouldn't, otherwise, come out.

It's worse than losing, after all.

The band continues to play as Nonon swings the baton back and forth - some classical and lively music, likely new in one of the various worlds that congregate together. Maybe one day she'll find one.

The heat doesn't even bother her, despite how bundled up it is, though sweat drips down her body - the uniform is /not/ negotiable. "If you're tired like last time, you're going to have to play twice as long this time~." She happily comments.

Ariel (219) has posed:
It's hardly the first time that Ariel has fought under the umbrella of loud music and presentation. It doesn't bother her, though it does make her seem even smaller. The tiny unicorn foal trots up into the designated area and shakes herself off, before standing up with a shifting of organic chitin and plates, moving to humanoid form. As she eyes the obvious heat and trouble, she shrugs and pulls her hair back into a loose ponytail, out of the way.

"Ehehehe... I don't think we'll fight that long, really. But I'll do my best!" The little unicorn girl adjusts the cloak she wears, and... that's it. She's unarmed, by all accounts, though her tail swishes a few times as she eyes her competition.

Yuri Stinson (106) has posed:
    You know what's creepy? The fact that Yuri is just sort of hanging out in the Gizard Wastelands. Your other announcer was out sick, so he never showed up for the match. Instead, the former Master of Ceremonies for the WMAT was just hanging out nearby with no actual explanation and was handed a headset.

    "This is Yuri Stinson, the Dark Hero That Rebels Against Tyranny, in the Gizard Wastelands. I am temporarily stepping out of my retirement from announcements for a short period. I will be narrating for you as two destinies rebel against eachother for supremacy of goal. Please observe as Ariel, last year's WMAT A-Bracket champion, attempt to stand defiant in the face of the crushing realization that her title has placed a time limit upon her and made her a target for those seeking glory, as is with all champions. Against her, Nonon Jakuzure will be placing her own defiance into the ring, attempting to topple the inherent stagnation of repeated victories to put herself forward as a new champion, but as well faces the overlooming fact that most who seek the heights of glory do not achieve it. Tune in to 900.4 for the continuing commentary of this match and decides whose defiance of the inevitable will emerge victorious."

    The radio crew hanging around him looks very uncomfortable, though it's not clear if its his words, the terrain, or his general aura.

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
Oh, there's a unicorn foal - some sort of horse. Nonon ignores it at first. Then the announcer speaks up - 'Ariel, A bracket champion' - well, she didn't see any.

Her eyes flicker back to the sight of the Unicorn -no-longer-foal and blink once and twice, before glancing back up towards Ariel. The baton is raised to pause the performance before being lowered. The instruments are lowered as well as Nonon looks up to Yuri once more, then towards Ariel. It is indeed a unicorn person, from a unicorn, and Yuri Stinson did just state that.

"Y'know, you're right." She notes to Ariel, as Nonon stands somehow shorter than Ariel - hat reaching taller than her - "But you don't have to. It won't really matter~."

She's not transforming - shouldn't she? Her uniform needs to be activated, doesn't it?

"Yuri Stinwhatever, what's the status of Lady Satsuki in the tournament?" She asks of the man, turning to him, looking up. Her baton taps against the side of her boots in the mean time.

Yuri Stinson (106) has posed:
    Yuri takes a moment to pause and look at Nonon as he's addressed directly, "Yuri Stinson," He corrects her with a monotone patience that's utterly emotionless. He then pauses for a moment and his green eyes shine as he goes over information from his machine, located elsewhere, "Satsuki Kiryuin. Loss by Concession after combat encounter. Opponent: The Wind Dancer."

Ariel (219) has posed:
Ariel tilts her head, looking puzzled at the confusion of Nonon and the questioning of Satsuki's status. "I've never fought you, so this should be interesting. Maybe you'll be the new champion!" Well, she certainly seems cheery about the idea. She's all smiles, actually. "Buuut, people get really mad if I don't try my hardest, so I'm going to do that."

Holding out one hand, the space around her warps for a moment, shimmering as if in a haze of heat. The surge of power that follows is unsettling to most, especially those sensitive to magic in any fashion. It doesn't do any harm though... in fact, it doesn't do much of anything at first.

All smiles one second, then a blur of motion the next. Ariel's speed is /considerably/ greater than the last time she fought without the aid of Magius form, so swift that the rock beneath her foot expodes from the kickoff. It's a swift charge, streaking forward for a quick and simple testing strike toward Nonon's middle. She arrives at the same time as her last words, saying, "Do your best, Miss!"

Yuri Stinson (106) has posed:
    "Both opponents have arrived and are prepared to begin their melee. Oddly, one wonders, is that Nonon seems to have eschewed her battle attire. Is it, perhaps, that she underestimates the former champion? Could this hubris prove to be her downfall, one theorizes?" Yuri remains placid in demeanor.

    He looks to Ariel, "The Unicorn will not make such a judgment. She is going to open immediately with a testing attack. Her skills have increased since last year, so it will be interesting to see the response of her opponent."

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
'Maybe you'll be the new champion'.

With a grin, Nonon nods to Yuri. "Loss, huh?" Tch. Well. It makes the plan clear. If she could beat Satsuki's score - well, she could certainly make her proud. It is a possibility.

Ariel talks - noting that people get mad if they don't try hard. The conductor holds the grin as she looks over. "That's all that'll motivate you, huh? Should've known~. Whatever the hell you are, that is." She calmly states, even as space seems to warp around the hand, with Ariel lunging forwards with the explosion of rock beneath her foot from the very motion she makes. A simple testing strike made to her midsection.

'Do your best, Miss'.

Nonon does not transform, not even as she steps forwards into the blow, grasping for the hand as it slams towards her midsection, the fist slamming quite solidly into it - a bit of blood leaking from her cheek as she coughs, once, gently. Eyes, wide, stare into Ariel's as she holds the grin.

"And I'm telling you to shut the hell up~." She coos, "I can't try to really hurt you in this tournament anyways... so that leaves the only pupose of me being here." She states, even if she is hopelessly outmatched, clearly, outside of it.

"Yuri Idon'tcare, I'll take the same score as Lady Satsuki-chan~." She beams, fist against her stomach, pain searing in her mind. "I'm walking out on this one~." She notes, cheerfully, as she looks towards Ariel.

Staggering back off the fist, Nonon sits down on the edge, "It'd be easier if I could actually /walk/ out of this one, though." Hmph. The students seem unphased.

Ariel (219) has posed:
It's almost possible to see the question marks hovering over Ariel's head as the Confederate member of a battle school deciides... to not fight. "Ehhh?" It's a little disorienting, but she doesn't seem angry.

"Okay." Shrug. "You shouldn't wait until the match to do that, what if I'd opened up with a lightning bolt or something! Um... give me a minute and I'll see what I can do about your injury. Sorry about that, I guess I got excited with all the fanfare."

Her horn glows, offering a oothing light as she holds out her hand to offer a healing spell.

"I'm sure not going to force someone to fight, anyway. I hope you know what you're doing, Miss."

Yuri Stinson (106) has posed:
    Yuri watches the match and tilts his head, "I see. I understand." He comments, watching the punch happen and the girl say her piece about concessions, once again forgetting his last name. He doesn't bother to correct her this time, but gives her a nod of his head.

    "And in the first round in the match, the battle is decided. Taking hold of her destiny, Nonon Jakuzure has defied conventional logic and rebelled against normality by conceding for her own, personal gain." The Exalt pauses for a moment, "This means that Ariel has moved on from the Round of Sixteen and will continue to the Round of Eight."

    "Both sides have brought forth a unique sort of rebellion."

Nonon Jakuzure (805) has posed:
A battleschool that fights for its own wants - one that is not, exactly, in the same view as the WMAT. Maybe if it was being sponsered by Satsuki's mother, Nonon would care - would actually keep fighting. As it is, she has enough reason not to. She lost, just as Satsuki had, then won - again, as Satsuki had. Now, she will lose. It is simple in her mind.

"Do you think I cared if you hit me as hard as you could?" She asks, eyes narrowing as she speaks. "I don't want /your/ help, and I don't want your kindness~. If this wasn't somewhere regulated, I'd probably have used it against you~... Actually, I would have~!" She grins, "So stop being such astupid FRIENDLY BITCH!" She exclaims, swatting the hand with the healing spell out.

Then, she leaps off the side of the pillar of rock - only to finally transform, using the uniform to instead /leave/ rather than fight.

"Second guessing me and everything? Who the hell does she think she is, anyways... I know what the hell I want!" She roars to herself as she skims away from the rocks, and the WMAT.

Ariel (219) has posed:
Ariel doesn't pursue, but she looks even more confused. Scratching her head, she watches Nonon leave, then shrugs at Yuri. "Um, thank you for helping out, Mister Stinson."" Still puzzled, she waves to the crowd and steps out of the fighting area.