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Subject Post 1Subject: [Golden Voyage: Endurance Test] Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:54 pm
The ballroom of the ship. Probably one of the largest and most elegant areas of this entire vessel this is where one of the toughest and most grueling of the tests would take place, the endurance test. Pierre stood in front of the small group that was gathered for the test in the center of the room, he hoped they knew what they were in for. "Alright maggots!" he said as he paced in front of them glaring at each one of them, he usually wasn't this intense but this was a test of willpower whoever couldnt stand up to some verbal punishment had no willpower at all. "You are here for the endurance test. I will be your aggressor today. The rules are simple, the one who is able to take the pain the longest will be the winner. You will all be subjected to the same amount of pain, there will be a poison that will increase the amount of pain that you suffer, at some point this will activate in all of you, there will be no notice when this will happen." he spoke as a thorny whip appeared in his hand. "Now before we start does anyone have ANY questions? "
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: [Golden Voyage: Endurance Test] Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:40 pm
Ship life... Something that seemed to be glorious due to cruise lines, however, it wasn't always fun and games when it came to ship life. Being one of the deck hands of the boat Obzedat found himself doing the oddest tasks in order to earn his stay within the ship. Though, he wasn't too sure if any of this was mandatory or not, as he was just told to do so by someone and just started doing it. Such a gullible fellow he was, but either way it occupied his free time and kept him from pointless gibber with his other shipmates. Whom all seemed to be rather interesting characters, however his inability to speak English correctly kept him at his socially awkward state.
To go along with all of his daily tasks, Obzedat had also found out something about himself he didn't think would occur. Sea sickness. Yes, that's right on this large ship he was still able to somehow muster up enough saliva in his mouth to make himself nauseous. He had went to the medical bay to receive a patch to place behind his ear, but it turned out that they hadn't received any on their shipment. That or once again someone was just fucking with him and took nothing of it. Either way, his daily meals were all plastered along side the hull. It's not exactly something he would admit, however. Sadly enough the common cure for sea sickness just so happened to be something he was allergic to as well... As a matter of fact, the only thing that he was allergic to, olives. Someone had told him that if he was to eat olives it would dry his mouth a remove the nausea that was imbued into his stomach. However, the headaches would remain, but that was a common occurrence for the dim-witted Obzedat. Always being confused by what was going on around him.
When he came aboard the ship he was informed of several events that would be taking part on the boat, but only one was able to catch his eye: The Endurance Test. Though, he didn't know the exact details to the test he figured it would have something to do with durability and willpower. Two things he knew he had plenty of. However, with his nausea it might even set him back a bit. As of right now he was fine as he had taken a few minutes to force himself to throw up and then stare at the horizon for about an hour before coming to the event, this resulted in him arriving just a minute late.
Obzedat entered the space where the event would be held, which was actually rather nice and was unvisited by Obzedat as of yet. It made him think of how he was going to be have to clean all of these flipping floors after. Which was somewhat of a turn off for him, but at least it would dwindle his time down on this god-forsaken boat. As he walked toward the group he heard the lead call everyone maggots, which to Obzedat's knowledge wasn't exactly a compliment. He raised a brow in interest of know why exactly the little man had said what he did, but decided he wouldn't react to such words. Not yet, at least. He decided he'd stand next to the small blonde-haired girl while the man continued to talk. The man went on to say that there was some sort of poison that was injected into them, but he didn't exactly recall having any injections before coming to the ship and he would have most definitely woken up if someone had done it to him in his sleep. So however it got into his veins...they were good. He finished up his little speech with asking if anyone had any questions to which he didn't exactly have a response to except for wanting to know when it would stop. However, he'd refrain from speech for the time being, he didn't want to embarrass himself right off the bat by asking a question that would soon be answered.
As for the girl it seemed that she would have a question that would seem quite relevant to what Obzedat was thinking of as it was spoke of. It seemed as though she had spoke for everyone when she had said it, which made Obzedat a little glad that she may have noticed he didn't want to speak. However, she didn't really know him so he didn't know how exactly she would know such a thing, so maybe that was just how she was. She just liked to speak for everyone, who knew...either way he was anxious to get started on this test and to have some real fun. Instead of the fun he has had while on his hands and knees scrubbing the decks of lower decks...
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Subject Post 4Subject: Re: [Golden Voyage: Endurance Test] Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:17 pm
LEN, LEN, LEN, LEN-LEN-LEN WASHI
"Darnit I'm late… " A voice called out, a young male's voice speaking as he dashed through the deck of the boat, before finally tripping over his own two feet and landing on the ground, shaking his head for a moment before getting up again. He heard the male, the 'aggressor', explaining the rules of the combat and how it would work.
As he reached the lining up of other people, his eyes were still on the instructor, his hand raising as he asked if they had any questions. "Um… yeah… Ah… I'm Moryukuna… but you can just call me Len… I have a poison resistance… What should be done about that?" He asked, wanting to do everything that he could to keep things fair. However, he heard another voice speak, and it was one that sounded strangely… familiar. He rapidly flipped his head, his slightly grown out golden hair moving to the side as he looked at the girl.
… His eyes were wide as he stared at her openly, his mouth slightly hanging open a bit awkwardly. The other man who was there quite frankly scared Len. Unlike the other two, he didn't even seem to have a body that could work with this. He looked like a young kid just off the streets with no formal training or working out, unlike the girl with the lean muscles that could only be seen upon close observation and the absolute HULKING brute of a man that was also present.
"...Fan...tasia…? It's me, Len… how have you all been?" He asked, knowing that he had not seen them in quite some time; to be honest, he had been wondering if she had been alright. She looked to be completely fine, and for the first time Len wondered why he hadn't noticed her when they had first arrived. The truth was that he had been completely engrossed with the announcements of the golden haired man, though he couldn't say exactly WHY that was. It was almost as if he knew that man; some kin d of strange bond. Why was I brought here, anyway…? He reflected, before shaking his head, his mood having turned dark.
...Sassy.. He was reminded of his cat once again, and his gaze became instantly downcast in the parlor of the boat, most likely visible to all the people present, but it faded after a moment. He was glad to see someone else he recognized here; even if he would have to be competing against them. IT then occurred to him… she probably didn't know anyone else here either. "...It's good to see you again." He said simply before he turned around to face their instructor once again, listening carefully to whatever it was that they were going to be told that was so important…
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Subject Post 5Subject: Re: [Golden Voyage: Endurance Test] Sun Feb 02, 2014 6:26 pm
Pierre gave a stern look at all of the ones that asked the obvious question, had they already been poisoned? "Very good questions, no you have yet to be poisoned, it will happen when you come in contact with the whip that i shall use to administer pain." He walked forwards and backwards and stopped in front of Len. He sharply turned and walked in front of him, only standing a few inches away from him. Pierre looked down giving a very stern gaze. "You think this is a cakewalk don't you? You have the nerve to come here late, then you have the balls to talk to someone as if this were a mere tea party, and then you have the GALL to be immune to poison!" He said his tone of voice getting louder and louder trying to intimidate the short blonde boy. "Yes, we do need to even the playing field. Since you cannot feel the increased pain that comes from the poison i guess you would need some EXTRA physical pain to make it even."
Pierre walked away and stood a few feet away from the three as he snapped his fingers. The plants near the door grew over it and sealed it shut. In his hand appeared a green thorny vine that dripped wit a sticky green sap. "Now, don't move" He said as he raised his arm and swung the whip hitting all three of the participants leaving some small open wounds were it hit. In the case of Len some thorns were left in his skin. At the moment the participants would feel normal pain, but Pierre kept hitting them over and over. More poison getting in their system and more thorns sticking to Len. Lens punishment for being immune to poison is that the thorns, they started to grow in his skin with each hit. Causing gerater pain as they grew with each hit.
Subject Post 7Subject: Re: [Golden Voyage: Endurance Test] Wed Feb 12, 2014 4:16 pm
A late arrival came to the scene, which slightly made Obzedat feel at ease as he wasn't too sure how he felt about just two people being in the competition. Not only that, but he most certainly didn't want to be defeated by a woman, as he decided he shouldn't under estimate the other contestants by their appearance. It something that he had learned to keep him mind from doing after the many years of fighting opponents that lacked the physical appearance of a warrior, but still held the mindset of one. He knew that a couple of nobodies wouldn't just bring themselves to such an event without knowing they had a chance to survive the longest. However, the twig-like figure that spat such distasteful words at them didn't seem to be pleased by the late arrival of the third contestant. The two contestants on each side of him seemed to know one another and tried looking to each other by peeking around the large mass that was Obzedat. He smirked at their motives for conversation as they were violently interrupted by their host in front of them.
The proctor's words were sharp and seemed to cause the girl next to him to jump slightly in surprise of his sudden eruption. He punished the late one with his words and then scolded him for being immune to poisons. Obzedat didn't exactly understand how that was something worth being scolded for or why they were being tested on their physical durability. He was expecting things to be more of a mental game, but he should have guessed that he wouldn't be right as usual. He had always sought out to think ahead of things, but it seemed that most were more intelligent that he was and were able to grasp things just a bit better. However, he wasn't stupid he just was slower than most as he was more brawn than brains. It only made sense that he would be incorrect in thinking that this would be a mental test, however he felt a little bit better about the entire thing when it came to him announcing he would be inflicting physical pain to all of them. His face was stale, nonetheless, as the words began to spew from the tiny man's lungs.
Obzedat watched as the door was sealed shut by shrubbery at the snap of his fingers and a thorn-like whip appeared in his hand. It was clear that this was going to be the extent of their pain test and Obzedat wasn't exactly keen to being whipped like some sort of peasant. However, he still kept victory in mind and endured as he was told to not move as the whip made its way to their flesh. Each slash left a scorching burn behind with it as the poison began to change the red scars on his back to an odd discoloration. However, the pain was minuet to Obzedat and he had been subject to much worse. The whip not only sliced through the skin, but the thorns dug into to his flesh and ripped it away. He didn't tense his muscles up in the least, instead he removed his upper gi from his torso and tossed the torn piece of cloth to the ground. He clinched his fists as the strikes continued on and tried to keep his mind away from turning around and grabbing the whip in his hand, pulling the boy close to him and popping his head off like a cork. Pain always brought out the dark side of him, but it also was something that he enjoyed all at the same time.
He looked to his left and to his right and figured that if they were to die here he would at least want to know their names. Turning his head to each of them and announced his name.
"Obzedat, I. You names?"
He was more afraid of the two laughing at his broken english than he was at actually being harmed more by the instigator. He hoped they didn't judge him for his lack of proper speech, or for the fact that it seemed like he was a sack of potatoes that lacked a brain. Either way, he'd set his thoughts aside once more and continue to allow the strikes leave their mark upon his body. However, in the end he might just feel dumb for asking as he wasn't listening to their prior conversation and their names could have very well been stated already.