Individual: Round 1 - Match 3: Father Mac v Ace Addman

[UncleAsriel]

Good afternoon everyone!

I'm Uncle Asriel, the judge of this RP event - let me welcome you to the first RP Olympics! For the rest of this week, the competitors - Father Mac and Ace Addman - will duke it out in the nevironment of my choice - the Urban wasteland! Yes, these two competitors will have to face the perils of life at an urban shoppinbg center!

Some of the dangers these two competitors will have to face include: overtired drivers with road rage, obnoxious teenagers with nothing better to do with their time, snooty yuppies shopping for trendy clothes, crochety senior citizens on their walkers, unhealthy fast food from Kentucky Fried Chicken and McDonalds, the evil that is Walmart, and each other in this ultimate battle of mental might and bodily brawn!

You two are located at opposaite ends of the shopping center - begin the match, and may the best entity win!

[addman]

"Excuse me, erm, Mr Cookiemonster, could my daughter have an autograph?"

"No time, I'm afraid. Perhaps after I finish my match I can entertain your daughter, and yourself"

*The youthful, attractive lady was shocked as a man in a cookiemonster suit broke her daughter's childhood dreams and attempted to seduce her within a matter of seconds Why did the shopping centre employ such uncouth staff members? Still, she couldn't stop thinking about that smile...

Meanwhile, Ace had made his way across the dense urban area, and came to a sturdy railing. As he glanced down over the edge, he could see that there was a main shopping square with a fountain just below his location, and the street he was on was situated higher up. There appeared to be no quick method to descend twenty foot without going all the way round, so he instead decided to take the fancy route.

Unsheathing his Scimitar, Ace placed one foot on the railings, and launched himself into the air. He pulled the Scimitar above his head, hooking it over an overhead wire, then grabbing the tip of of the blade with his other hand, he used it as a zipwire down to the floor below.

He landed in the fountain with an almighty splash, soaking through some teenagers and their boxes of fast food. They turned around, only to see Ace grinning at them profusely.

"Sorry about that old chums, but I've just saved you from a lifetime of obesity and severe acne!"

"Hey, like, that muppet guy is totally right, we'll eat salad from now on!"

"That's good to know, chicks dig that kind of thing. By the way, have you strapping young gents noticed a priest nearby here?"

"Nah, not seen one."

"Thanks for the help friend. Bake me a cookie, I'll be back to eat it!"

And with that, Ace was off again, and the adolescents began throwing their soggy fast food at elderly passers by. Ace hoped he'd find this Father Mac character soon, a good old duel was just what he needed.*

[Falhado]

((Good eve to you Addman. May the fisticuffs begin. I hope you have said your prayers. I most certainly have. I bid thee good luck.))

Father Mac was walking through the shopping precint, spreading the good word in the short time that he'd been there. So far, he'd encouraged about five people to buy fairtrade goods, rather than named brand ones. This he felt, was a great achievement.

As he'd walked out of a shop, he'd seen, what appeared to be his opponant splash into a fountain, causing some youths to become wet. How rude of him he thought.

As Addman began to walk away, he speaks in a confident, authoritative manner, "Ace. It is good to finally put a face to a name." His voice, being rather deep, echoes around the shallow walls. Walking forwards, he smiles politely at the shocked onlookers staring at him, reassuring them, "This in te name of fun. It is a test. What ever happens, it is because of the Gods. Have faith my children, and be strong."

The onlookers nodding, some of them suddenly gaining a warm feeling, begin to reasses some of their judgements. All the while, Father Mac is still walking towards Ace.

[addman]

((I've no idea which way this is going to go. To be honest, Ace Addman is the kind of guy who'd get along quite well with Father Mac, so this is strictly business. May the best RPer win))

Father Mac: "Ace. It is good to finally put a face to a name."

*Ace looked over to this left side to see a respectable looking priest walking towards him. He sheathed his weapon and stood in front of the one known as Father Mac. Before they fought, Ace wanted to make sure that Father Mac understood there were no hard feelings*

Greetings Father. I say this with the utmost respect when I say I hope you understand that I have to fight you. It's just the nature of this competition. As wrong as it feels to attack a holy man, I'm afraid this is something that we just have to get on with. Under other circumstances, I'm sure we could be friends, but for now, we are resigned to being enemies in a ring of combat.

*Ace unsheaths the Scimitar Of Enlightenment once again, and strikes a combat pose*

Make the first move, and may the best man win.

[LordPsycho]

((Judges Comment: I'm not judging this match-up, but I'd like to say that's exactly why I seeded the two of you the way I did. ))

[Falhado]

((The Dark Psycho is most certainly one to entertain himself in ways I would not have assumed. Very well. I too, would most happily assume that Father Mac would get on quite well with Ace.))

Father Mac stood and listened as Ace spoke to him, "Yes, a ring of combat. Not that I am fond of it. But as you say, it is all in the name of competitive entertainment. I will hold no grudges, and offer my forgiveness in advance."

Considering that the muppet was waiting for him to attack, he had to push back the niggling thoughts that he was about to attack a good man. Watching Ace unsheath the scimitar, he was not going to go lightly. He takes a slight step back, and pushes out an arm towards Ace, firing a telekinetic wall at him.

[addman]

*Ace sees the Father move his arm to an upright position and expects the priest to throw some type of attack at him. Spotting a lamp post next to him, he leaps towards it, takes two steps up the object as though he were running up it, then uses the height he has gained to high jump over Father Mac's assault.

Landing on the stone flooring with a slight thud, Ace puts his hand to the ground to steady his landing. He began to regret giving his opponent the first attack already, if there hadn't been that lamp post there, the attack would have hit him. He turned round to look at the post which had essentially saved him, only to see that Father Mac's attack had bent it right over. The force had pretty much twisted the metal so that the street light was almost touching the floor, creating an arc shape jutting out from the pavement.*

Teenager: Like dude, that priest guy is a vandal too!

Ace: That was too close, I won't allow that again. Now, I'm not holding back, no matter whether you are a holy man or not.

*With that, Ace gripped the Scimitar Of Enlightenment tighter in his right hand, stepped forward to Father Mac, and swung his blade in an upwards motion, attempting to catch the priest off guard.*

[Falhado]

Father Mac looked at the teenager, responding with a smile, "Fear not young sheep, I shall return after this olympic game and put the lamp post back to rights."

The teenagr nods, "You are way cool man. I'm going to be a preacher just like you one day."

Father Mac pats the teen on the head as Ace's scimitar comes in an arc towards him. Having feared a cheap shot from behind, his telekinetic forcefield had been pushed out a metre around him.

So as Ace charged, he himself would have run into the forcefield. Turning around, "You speak from a heart of gold and you attack a man of faith from behind. What type of goodness do you have?"

[addman]

*Ace's weapon ricochets off the telekinetic force field with a resounding thunk. The handsome muppet has to take a few steps back to regain his footing, but his steely, determined expression remains the same*

An attack from behind may seem cowardly Father, but this is a competition where anything goes. If you go through to the next rounds, you'll be sure to come up against people who will try much more despicable methods to destroy you. Honour and decency are usually concepts thrown out of the window when it comes to battle, so consider this a small lesson of what's to come.

I understand you are a learned man Father, so I hope you'll take my advice away with you. Do not expect anyone in this tournament to show you anymore mercies than I have today. Now, for lesson two.

*Ace scanned the area, for his next move he would need a store of some kind. He dismissed the candy store, Oxfam charity shop, and the Cute Pets R Us store as too vital for an honest, decent community to part with. That's when he saw the perfect place, Starbucks. Truely, there was no known evil in the universe worse than Starbucks, with their globalisation, obnoxious staff, and fancy coffees made to sound bigger than they actually were. Why is a Grande one of their smaller sizes? This troubled Ace almost as much as world poverty.

He reaches into his thick, manly fur and produces a small, red velvet bag tied with a loose red ribbon at the end.*

This, Father, is lust dust. Each batch of Lust Dust contains some of my very own pheramones, with exceedingly arousing consequences. It is the very peak of aphrodisiacs. After a lifetime of chastity, I wonder what effect it will have on you!

*He threw the bag onto the floor, which exploded in a brilliant, deep red plume. Swirling through the immediate area, the lust dust pretty much filled the square they were standing in, making visibility exceedingly poor. The poor shoppers were engulfed and began blindly fumbling around, desperate to find a partner as their libidos swelled to roughly ten times that of Hugh Heffner's.

Teenagers were absent mindedly latching onto the elderly. Men with wives and kids at home were holding hands in the street. Cats and dogs put their past differences behind them and joined together in holy matrimony. Meanwhile, Ace crept away under the cover of the lust dust unaffected. These were feelings he were used to, but he was more than capable of restraining himself as he was familiar with it. These people had never experienced anything like it and were lost in a world of their own sexual ecstasy.

The muppet slinked away into the coffee house, to initiate phase two of his plan*

[Falhado]

Father Mac had lowered his telekinetic field after Ace had stood there and spoken to him. He, being a principled man, could not agree with Ace's views, and was about to air his own views, when, lust dust was thrown into the air.

Being a man of strong will, strong mind and strong body, all of the temptation normally caused by lust dust had no affect upon him. However, upon seeing the dissarray of the general public, he felt it urgent to bring people back to their senses.

Extending his mind outwards towards them all, he begins a mini sermon, "Temptation, a sin in many eyes of the Gods. Do not give in, and you will be stronger for it, my brotha's and sista's. Be lead not into temptation, and thus onwards through to hell. But be lead to restraint, to holiness, and thus, onto a place of incredible peace, where all your dreams will be realised."

As he walks away from them, he sweeps around with his telekinesis, and gathers the lust dust up, clearing the view of the area, and removing the litter caused by Ace. It would take a while, but the passers by would eventually come to their senses, and be stronger and more religious in their actions.

He searches out for Ace's mind with his telepathy, ~Oh Ace, will you not challenge a man of Godly words head on? Will you persist in cheap tactics. Dirty, sinful moves? Or fight like the hero you act you are?~

Finally finding him, using the lust dust as a weapon, he swirls it around rapidly, like a sandstorm, and sends it towards the Starbucks Cafe, as innocents ran out of the way. He slowly guides it towards Ace.

[addman]

*Ace peered out of the window to see Father Mac whisp the lust dust away from the crowd. He doubted that this would have much effect, humans were pretty much slaves to their hormones.

Suddenly, he noticed that Father Mac had directed the erotic cloud towards him for some reason. This Baffled Ace slightly as it entered the coffee shop and began to effect the people drinking in there. The usually dormant Starbucks workers suddenly ran off together into store closets, leaving items of clothing behind on their way.*

Time to end this.

*He made his way to the back of the coffee shop, and promtly whipped out the Scimitar Of Enlightenment, holding it proudly above his head as it sparkled with radiance.

Some of the uglier staff members who had been unable to pair up were alerted by the brightness, turned, and sneered at the object. Their surprise was from a mixture of working in poorly lit conditions, and also the fact that they were tainted with evil, their very souls were decayed to the core from the foul conditions of Starbucks and the influence of the inpersonal mangement approach to training they had recieved upon arrival.

As they snorted and squealed like enraged orcs at a horrible noise contest, Ace, closed his eyes, allowing the Scimitar to draw upon his goodness. The light grew stronger and brighter, as though there were a supernova occuring on the tip of his blade. He needed just a few more moments to charge up his attack*