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Chapter one
Wooden city

The City of Ghaz-zondalis was more Busy than normal. the wood-built city's narrow ally ways was filled with every kind of persan, people from all over where comeing into the city for the Tornament that had mooved in. Sending Stone slabs all over the world, Erging only the moast dareing of fighters to take part in there Melee tornament. the Slabs read...

To all the moast dareing of fighters

Come to the City of Ghaz-zondalis to participate in the words largest Melee tornament, Ever.

You are required to pay a meeger 100 gold pieces.
Go threw a gruleing Obsticle corce.
And sign a blood contract stateing you will remain inside the tornment halls, untill the tornament is done

The Winner will Recieve 50,000 Gold pieces.
The pure gold or Silver crown, to show the winner.
Bragging rights
and one wish, that WILL be granted, regardles of what it is.  

Hundreds of contestants lined up to the Tornament awaiting the prelimanary round. aparantly there was a obstacle cource that was required to go threw to become elageable. many failed walking away ashamed.

Finaly one contestant stepped to the large Colocieum. it was the only stone structure in the city. walking to the too Guards at front, who sat on either side of a wood table a woman sat behind it, with a large stack of pappers and a engraved stone slab reading Emma. "Name" she demanded. in a not so plesent tone.

"Jinn".

not looking up she let out a small sigh. "your full name" . the man let out his own sigh "Just, Jinn" Agravated to all the contestants constantly giveing her a hard time Emma screamed in her head. why cant they Just all go threw presiedure!. they all have to act soooo coool slamming the table with her small slender hand she stood up and finaly looked to him. "LISTEN!....oh..." looking to the Contestant. she noticed somthing was missing on him. "uh..." she was lost for words. seeing that this "Jinn" only had one arm. "I...erm...im sorry" she sat back down hideing her face beneethe her long Raven black hair. "Its alright..." he mumbled. she then skipped past his last name and took down the rest of the information. and Jinn walked into the Tornaement waiting area. awaiting the time to go threw the obstacle corce. it was a rather easy coce, mearly testing strength, speed and endurence. some however did not make it threw.

Jinn was then called threw a long hallway into a some what large room an old man dressed in white and purple robes was there to greet him. "Greetings Jinn my name is Gizu, this is where all of the qualifires will stay, once all the qualifires are decided you will than be led to a room where you may arange your belongings, and prepair yourself for the fight, wich will start tomarrow. and our lord will pick out the fighters he would like to see compeet".

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It was a dark, ominous night in modern day Paris. The moon shone in all its frightening splendor. The city that seemed to perpetually teem with life had fallen silent. For that night, vampires swept through the streets, making their way to Star Square, where the Arc de Triomphe proudly stood, even under the veil of such a foreboding night. Not a single living soul dared to brave the streets except for one man. He walked down the center of a wide, deserted boulevard, brandishing the weapon that embodies the Bane of the Night. The one thing that made even vampires tremble with fear at its very sight: The Vampire Killer Whip. And the ones who wield such a fearsome weapon retain the very same infamy that the weapon itself possessed to vampires. For there is only one clan that held such power against the Night, the clan that hunted the Children of the Dark since the dawn of the Holy Crusades: the Belmont Clan. And now, another Belmont has risen to the call of the Clan's duty. That man is Alan Belmont.
"Once again, the Night returns to haunt the innocent." muttered Alan as he carefully made his way towards Star Square with whip in hand. He paused for a moment and flicked a stray strand of his dark brown hair from his face, revealing his cerulean eyes; eyes that burned with a fiery resolve, yet at the same time, carried a gentle spark. The Belmont hunter immediately caught the stench of an alluring decay all around him. "Vampires..." he thought to himself.
"Hmmm, it would seem that I'm surrounded. But my opponents have yet to attack." remarked Alan. Indeed, this was evident as he observed multiple flickers of shadow against shadow all around him, giving away the stealthy movements of the vampires. But then, before Alan could do anything, the shadowy figures around him dashed away towards the distant Arc de Triomphe. Alan gave chase, breaking into a full sprint after his quarry, with the Arc de Triomphe gradually becoming larger in view as he closed the distance. Soon enough, he found himself standing before the great French monument and bore witness to a peculiar scene. A crowd of vampires had gathered around a strange looking human man; the man wore a fine, exquisite black suit with an equally regal red vest and had a top hat on his blonde head and a vast array of watches strapped to his waistcoat. Even in the face of such obvious danger, this gentleman seemed amuse, although this might be due to his thinly arranged moustache that made his face appear in a perpetual grin.
"Oh dear, I seemed to have overestimated my time frame. Ah, but no worries...It shall be but a few seconds to make the correct adjustments." the man mused while playing around with a small pocket watch, paying no heed to the imminent danger of his situation as the vampire mob slowly converged on him. Not being one to hesitate, Alan acted immediately.
"Halt! Leave that man alone and I shall spare your lives for the night!" shouted Alan, always allowing his foes the chance of surrender. But the vampiric crowd paid little to no heed to his warning, simply bellowing defiant oaths in response. "Then you leave me no choice." said Alan before he unhinged a small throwing axe from his belt and held it out in front of him. "Hi-Speed Edge!!!" cried Alan as he poured his magical power into the axe. As though in response, a large, pendulum shaped axe blade materialized in front of the Belmont warrior. Alan set his sights for the center of the mob...and charged with full force, cutting a bloody, ashen path through the crowd until he stopped next to the well-dressed gentleman, who was still tinkering with his simple pocket watch. "Do no fear. I am here to help-" Alan started before the gentleman interrupted.
"No, that won't be necessary. I've almost finished the adjustments. In a few moments, I shall vanish from this time." the man stated, rotating the dials on his watch. Suddenly, the air around him began to distort and ripple, as though time itself had begun to unravel around him.
"What do you mean by-" Alan asked before he heard an inhuman cry. Wheeling around, Alan caught the sight of what appeared to be a robed skeleton wielding a scythe. "Death!!!" shouted Alan in recognition.
"Stop them!!! Do not allow Saint Germain to warp!" bellowed Death with his near-transcendent voice. The preoccupied gentleman looked up at hearing his name and smiled at the rather fearsome sight of Death.
"Why, hello there. I do believe that you are a bit too late. Well see you later, or rather....before!" joked St. Germain as he waved at Death. Roaring in frustration, Death hurled his scythe directly at St. Germain. The scythe flew with such velocity that not even the Vampire Killer could alter its path. Acting quickly, Alan reached into his coat and drew his Rebound Crystal and aimed it directly at the flying scythe.
"Shatter Plane!!!" cried Alan in desperation. St. Germain's face suddenly contorted into sudden panic and anger.
"No you fool! Not next to me! That will disrupt the space-time continuum!!!" yelled Germain.
It was too late. The Rebound Crystal rung with a loud, hollow noise. But instead of collapsing reality on the intended target, it glowed with a pure white light... and then time froze. The space distortion around St. Germain expanded and enveloped Alan. The two unfortunate men in the space distortion disappeared in a flash of light before reality corrected itself and time resumed. If Death had a flesh face, it would be in an utter expression of shock, as he stared he the blank space where Germain and Alan once stood. "Blast it all to hell!!!!" cried Death in anger.
Alan could see nothing but black until.... "Wake up....Wake up....Wake up!" called a faint voice that gradually became louder. Alan opened his eyes and sat up. In front of him was a young-looking woman with long, Raven black hair. The Belmont man tried to move but suddenly felt a crushing pain in his head. He groaned loudly and held his head. "Wow. I know that the great Trevor Belmont had many talents, but I never would've thought 'falling out of the sky' was one of them." said the woman.
"Huh? You must be mistaken....Trevor Belmont-" muttered Alan before the woman cut him off.
"Is an invited combatant for the Ghaz-Zondalis fighting tournament. I've already taken the liberty of retrieving your 100 gold entrance fee from you. Now, if you would please follow the guards." said the woman in a rather curt tone.
Before he could shake off his disorientation, Alan was lifted to his feet by two burly men and roughly "lead" into the entryway of a large, stone coliseum. After a few minutes of walking, the two men led Alan into a waiting area. Alan faintly made his way to a nearby wooden bench and almost collapsed onto it, feeling almost exhausted from the recent events. "What in the world is happening?" remarked Alan as he rubbed his eyes and tried to regain his focus. Then he heard a gruff voice shout "Trevor Belmont! To the course! NOW!!!"
"Sir, I am not-" Alan tried to talk before he was interrupted yet again.
"I don't have time for this! You paid for it, now go out there and show us what you're made of!" the voice called again. Sighing in resignation, Alan slowly stood up and walked through a nearby set of metal gates. Once inside the central coliseum, Alan saw before him a collection of obstacle courses that tested various attributes.
"Ugh....what a day..." groaned Alan before he sprung into action. 

 

Sorry about the long intro, but like I said, I had to find a creative way to get the "time frame" problem out of the way. 

 

 

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"Please make your way to the waiting area, Mr Vandregas." The woman with the raven hair waved the green-eyed boy away so that she could deal with the next hopeful. Victor passed her and continued into the waiting area. Every eye in the room turned to face the new arrival. Some pairs of eyes connoted feelings of hate, some of annoyance, some of awe, and some of fear. Everybody knew full well what Victor was capable of. He was a Shadow Warper; and a powerful one, at that. He had his fair share of friends and enemies. He'd used his powers to deal with many a troublemaker, and had sometimes slain monsters nobody else could best. His immense skill in the dark arts would be his weapon in this tournament, and none would stand between him and the prize.

"What?" Victor said icily to the others in the waiting area. "Cat got your tongues?" With that, he crossed the room and took his seat; the slight clanking of metal could be heard as his armour moved. The boy began playing with his powers, forming a ball of dark energy and molding it into various different shapes. The mass of darkness exuded a unholy purple flame, piercing the hearts of all who laid their eyes upon it and chilling them to the core. Victor scanned the room, seeing a few people shiver, and chuckled coldly to himself. These vermin would be nothing more than a warm-up...

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"Right this way Miss Amaya." the woman with the dark hair said as she lead 14 year old Amaya into the wating room. The girl spotted a boy playing with a ball of dark energy. Show off, she thought with a smerk. She sat next to him and held hout her hand.

"I'm Amaya, and your are?" she asked hime with a smile.

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Victor looked to his left to see a young girl, dressed in red. With a smile, he took her hand and lightly kissed it. Had to show some manners around the ladies.
"Victor," he replied. "Victor Vandregas." Nodding politely, Vic waited for a response from Amaya.

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Amaya was a little surprised when he kissed her hand, she was expecting a shake. but the kiss showed he had manners.

"Thank you." she said with a smile and gently took her hand back.

"So, are you from around here?" she asked him putting her hands behind her head and looking at the ceiling.

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As the partisapents packed in , Jinn was louseing patiants, and getting bored rather fast. he decided he would check out some of the partisapents. pushing past some , eyeing all of them, his eyes Mooved on Victer and Amaya. Feeling the dark aura, and letting his own emit from himself, though a holy aura emitted, it was faint and easely swallowed up by Victers own. That kid has Talent...despite his size. he then made his way further, seeing the Belmont. and was awe struck to find one of them in the tornement. his surprise showed even threw his blank face. and he mooved faster past him. All of theas guys seem really strong... winning this will not be as easy as I had hoped he spotted two Tengu conversing. the bird-men, where considerd a "Divine race" clad in light pieces of frail looking armour, no doubt it was just for looks.

it would be some time before all the contestants where packed inside. Jinn only continued looking on threw the crowed.

 

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"Yes I am," Victor replied coolly. "In fact, I'm something of a celebrity. I'm the latest generation in a line of dark mages, and I'm tipped for the top. Gonne be the greatest Vandregas there ever was..." As he was speaking, Victor couldn't help but notice another contestant, stood some distance behind Amaya. Victor's eyes fell upon this one-armed man, and Victor realised the tournament wouldn't be as easy to win as he'd thought. It was then that it occured to him; what if he wound up fighting Amaya? Could he bring himself to defeat her?

 "Don't be stupid, Victor," a voice in the boy's head snapped. "You can't let one beautiful girl stop you from winning this tournament. It's not like you're gonna have to kill her, but still, she's got to go down, just like the rest of them..."

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Amaya blew away a stray strand of hair from her face.

"A celebrity, Humm, I can't say I know how that feels." she sighed. "Not around very many people. Maybe here I can start."

Not around very many people, that's funny. I'm too busy fighting off my parent's old enemies to even have a life.

 

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"What in the world is happening?" thought Alan as he tried to make sense of the situation. But, try as he might, he was too fatigued to even think straight. "First, Shatter Plane doesn't work properly, then I fall from the sky, and then I'm forced through a series of gauntlets in some strange tournament. How could this day get any worse?" muttered Alan to himself before he felt eyes on him. He looked up and saw a one armed man pass by him. Alan felt a faint murmur of holy, angelic power radiating from the man's arm. Aside from this, Alan couldn't help but feel pity for the man's arm-handicap.

Deciding to try and take his mind off of his weariness, Alan looked around the waiting room and observed the other contestants. Immediately, his attention was caught by a boy conversing with a girl who sat next to him. A dark, menacing aura of magic seemed to flow from the boy, reminding Alan of the supernatural might of his Aunt: Yoko Belnades. The girl next to the boy had a dim, demonic glimmer in her eyes, giving away the telltale sign of a demon/human hybrid. Despite this obvious presence of might, Alan felt as though his heart was being tugged after contemplating the horrifying possibility that the two teenagers could die in this place. "No, I won't let that happen." Alan blurted out loud. He then noticed that there were quite a few armed vampires in the room....and all of them were giving him apprehensive stares. Alan placed his hand on his Vampire Killer whip, anticipating a potential attack until he saw one rather tall vampire that wasn't paying attention to him. The vampire's focus was, to Alan's dismay, on the half-demon girl, and Alan could already tell what the vampire's intentions were from the parched, lustful expression on its face.

Without warning, the vampire pounced with the determination of a leopard. Alan lashed his whip with extreme precision and caught the malevolent predator by the waist. Raising his arm, Alan heaved the vampire into the air with the sheer strength of the Vampire Killer and brought it crashing down to the ground with a sickening crack. Before he knew it, every vampire in the room sprung into action. "Slay the Belmont and feast on his blood!!!!" cried one of them. Thinking quickly, Alan unsheathed one of his long throwing daggers and poured his holy magic into it. "Blade Serpent!!!" he bellowed. A huge flash of light engulfed the room in response. When everyone regained their sight, the vampires found themselves entangled in the sharp, metallic coils of a great snake made entirely of daggers. The massive viper let out a threatening, metallic hiss that sounded like steel being torn apart. Alan then shouted the one line he reserved for all his defeated foes. "Yield, and I shall spare your lives!"

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Amaya saw the strange being and was prepared to fight with her sword out. But it was over in a strange flash of light and the being and it's accomplices where in a tangled mess of metal.

"What in the world." she was quizzical and shocked. she sheathed her sword and got out of the fighting stance seeing that the man the being called Belmont seemed to have it under control.

"Thank you sir." she said with a slight bow, a tradition left over from her time living in Japan, "Though I think I could have handled it myself. It seems you specialize in Vampires." she said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, regaining her composure.

"I am Amaya."

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"Just doing my duty. My name is Alan Belmont. And yes, like the kinsmen who came before me, I hunt the Night. Even if you could've handled your attacker, it is every man's duty to assist a lady in danger." replied Alan, trying hard to conceal his haggard, fatigued expression. He was really approaching his limit now, as he struggled to maintain the Blade Serpent in his tired state. A slight ripple in his whip's slack turned his attention to the vampire that tried to attack Amaya. The persistent Nightwalker twisted and turned, screaming in pain as the Vampire Killer's holy power began to slowly roast it alive. "Surrender, and I'll set you loose!" shouted Alan. Even though he was disgusted by the vampire's attempt to feed on Amaya, Alan was still a merciful man.
"I SUBMIT!!!!" cried the pitiful vampire. Alan slowly relented his grip on the Vampire Killer and withdrew the holy whip from the vampire's body, revealing ghastly burns that the vampire suffered from the whip's divine might. "I am sorry about your wounds, but you left me no choice when you decided to try and prey on Amaya." said Alan to the grievously wounded vampire. Right at that moment, the room flooded with armed guards, alerted by the sudden ruckus.
"What in world is going on here?!" demanded the lead guard, who was clad in surprisingly ornate leather armor. "That vampire over there tried to attack Amaya and I subdued him. Then his...comrades tried to attack me and I subdued them as well." answered Alan. The lead guard trudged over to Alan and the thwarted vampires, muttering curses under his breath. "Put that...that thing away!" yelled the guard as he pointed at the Blade Serpent. Alan nodded and in another flash of light, the great metal snake disappeared and the previously captured vampires fell to the floor. The guard looked around the room, making eye contact with every contestant before clearing his throat and speaking. "Listen up you knuckleheads! In case you didn't notice, there is to be NO FIGHTING in the waiting room!" You wanna fight? Then save take it to the arena! And I mean you, Trevor Belmont! Save your vampire prejudices for the arena!" shouted the guard. "Sir, I already told you that I'm not Trevor-" Alan tried to say before he was interrupted. "If I didn't believe the first time, I'm not gonna believe the second time! YOU...ARE....TREVOR BELMONT!!! End of story!" the guard retorted. The tall, wounded vampire got up and gave Alan a murderous look.
"My name is Maleg. Remember it, because it shall be the name of your killer! And you...." said the vampire named Maleg before he turned his attention to Amaya, "I'll deal with you later..." he threatened.
The lead guard snorted and motioned for the other guards to move Maleg and the other vampires to the other side of the room in an attempt to separate them from Alan. After giving Alan one last look of annoyance, the lead guard and his most of his men left the room, leaving a few to keep watch. Alan turned to Amaya and shrugged.
"Sorry about the commotion. Let's just hope nothing else happens today. I'm already tired as it is." said Alan before he bowed and returned to his bench.
 

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What a odd day. "I'll deal with you later" that was the vanpiers words. Even though she was pretty sure she could handle that one vanpier, she was kind of woried about his firends. She shook off the feeling and sat next to Victor once again.

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Victor gave the hunter with the whip a polite nod.
"One of the Belmont clan... This tournament just gets better and better. The name's Victor." The Shadow Warper extended his hand with a smile. "This one will be tough to beat," the subconscious voice mused. Victor ignored it, but couldn't shake the feeling that it was right. Everyone in this room was a potential opponent. "I look forward to seeing you in action," the boy added hastily. It was part of his first impression to acknowledge someone's combat prowess, and it was practically law to do so when there was a Belmont involved.

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As the guards left, a few men entered, obviously not to compeet in the tournament, there armour black and shimerd, and wore masks with various faces on them. as the positiand themselves amongsed the crowed, swords shiethed. one. with a particulerly odd hat, stepped into the center, and began to anounce his message. "The master wishes to see all of his contestants...alive to battle in his tornament" his gaze mooved over to the Vampires. only the whites in his eyes visible. "and he will not tolorate thoes ungratefull enoph to start a riot in his compotition...fighting in the waiting room is not allowed nor tolorated, and he apologises for not seeing such an act comming, thoes who pravoce another fight, from hear, will be thrown out, without refund" there was mummbles within the crowed, and Jinn lifted his one arm up, and called. "how mutch longer are we waiting in this stink hole?" his head snapped to Jinn's location, and there was subdued anger in his voice. "you may Exit when the last men are rounded up... it shouldent be long now..."

Jinn nodded and disapeered amongsed the other men. Do you really elieve he is hear? a womans voice called in his mind. "There is no doubt Erika, he is behind all of this." the arm hummed in his mind. as the Angel within was conversing with Jinn.

"Milord.. the riot has been halted" one of the armed guards dropped to one knee, setting his fist on his chest. a man stood looking down into the large areana. his face blank and filled with grey hair. his eyes however burned with life. "Splendid... soon we can get to the show... mmm, you are dismissed" the guard left, and the old man now left alone. "...I dont see how this is supose to make me any more powerfull..." Patiants old man.. you forget about the soul eater... once this tornement is over, you will be standing with gods.  the sinister voice brawt a smile to the old mans face. .. and I will be standing amoungsed men, as there god the left arm of the old man said to itself.

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Anime watched: Elfen lied

RP's im in
Castlvaneia
Devil hand
Silvermyths bane
28days later
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