EVENT: The Berserker Tournament

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday, June 3rd to Friday, June 10th
Where: Pakerion
Before/After: --
Warnings: Violence.

[ This is a catch-all post for tourney shenanigans throughout the week. Use the subject line to indicate when a particular scene is taking place.

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Interview thread!

Friday & Saturday brackets.
Sunday & Monday brackets.
Tuesday & Wednesday brackets.
Additional brackets forthcoming. ]

Comments

[heyshorty]

"Davey, come on, c'mon... can you even hold that thing? Okay, you got it? Is it- it's on? Where's the record button- okay, good, good. Target sighted. Let's move in."

Armed with a stolen microphone and a fellow rogue carrying an equally stolen video camera, Tristan and his lanky cohort made their way through the minimal crowd to the engrossed mage.

"Excuse me, excuse me," he said cheerfully, holding a hand up in greeting. "Ma'am, if you'll pardon my asking- may we have a moment of your time?"

Davey came up behind him, shifting the camera to his shoulder and turning it on, the lens focusing on her. Many of the instruments had made their way through the crowds, and people approached similarly. And why not her? She'd just recently won a victory, after all, and a fairly impressive one at that.

And she had huge tits. These two important facts were not lost on either rogue.

[frombelow]

She looked up, her mouth full of fritter, searching for the source of the voice. When she saw the short kid and his companion--carrying one of those Earth machines that she wasn't quite sure of the purpose of--she chewed, swallowed, and turned to face them both.

"What do you want?" she asked, sounding condescending rather than overtly hostile.