#/ the way we're powering through threads on discord...amazing

[krovscastlerpg]

Let the games begin!

As castle residents and townsfolk enter the village stadium, an announcer's voice cuts through the pumping music over the speakers throughout the building for all to hear:

Welcome to Krovs' third fight club tournament! We have an amazing lineup of contestants all battling it out single elimination style in hopes of taking home $100,000! We're extremely pleased to host this year's event in Krovs Town's stadium although the event will be televised for all who can't attend the festivities in person. Those joining us here in town are welcome to check out many of our food and merchandise vendors all catered by some of very own town residents and their businesses here. We highly recommend grabbing a drink and/or a special souvenir in between fights.

This year we're also excited to see some of our councilmen get in the ring and battle it out together. These council fights will take place at the end of each round while the other contestants get fixed up by our team of medical staff and healers before heading home for the day.

Let's go over the ground rules all fighters should follow before we kick things off:

The fighting area is protected with a magical barrier thanks to our magical consultants and security so that our attendees will be protected from any ricochet projectiles.

All fighters will be given access to their full abilities and powers. Slave and staff collars will be deactivated only during their fights with a magic consultant on standby to reactivate them with the negating charm as soon as they leave the ring and have recovered from any injuries naturally.

Any attempt at using one's abilities to harm others outside the ring or, in the case of slaves, escape Krovs will be met with consequences.

Have fun... but not too much fun. Magic consultants will be on standby to activate collars with negation charms or otherwise stop an out of control fighter killing their opponent in the ring.

Councilmen can obviously ignore rules two, three, and four in their fights since we would never expect them to misbehave...

Let's take our seats, gentlemen! The first round is about to begin!

Players, please continue reading for OOC information on this event.

FIGHT THREADS

Since this is a fast-paced event, players have the option to thread the actual fights on Discord. The admins have channels in our Discord OOC for these threads so that way other players can view them and have their characters "watch" the fights happening "live." Players will be tagged in public threads created for each fight in the Fight Club event channel in our Discord OOC for this round. Once tagged, players are free to start their threads in there. Remember for whoever starts the thread to copy and paste the starter onto Tumblr as well! Anyone who wishes to write their threads on Tumblr instead of Discord should inform an admin.

DISCORD TO TUMBLR TRANSFER. Whoever starts each fight thread in Discord must also copy and paste their starter onto Tumblr. Players will be expected to copy and paste these fighting threads onto Tumblr, reblogging them like normal, for reference as these channels will be archived in the OOC once the event is over. Players can do this while the thread is in progress on Discord or after the thread has been completed so long as it's entirely transferred into a Tumblr thread at some point.

NON-FIGHTING PARTICIPATION

While the main spectacle of this event will be the fights, players with characters not running into the ring will have other options of participation in this event, if they would like. These can include, but are not limited to: running or participating in betting games on fighters, working the event as staff (catering, security, servers, medical staff for injured fighters), or as attendees watching the shows. Unclaimed slaves not fighting will be asked to assist the staff with serving the councilmen and other masters watching the show. Players are welcome to get creative with this and can check with an admin if they're unsure about something. Non-fighting threads as part of this event MUST take place on Tumblr ONLY.

BETTING. Anyone not involved in the actual fights can place and run bets. These bets can be on each individual round, a certain character getting far, or they can predict the whole tournament. Characters can place multiple bets and change their minds as the event goes on. The character with the most accurate bet at the end of the tournament will win the pool money. This aspect can also be played out in threads on Tumblr, but the formal bets MUST be posted in the #betting Discord channel for admins to see.

OOC RULES

There should be NO godmodding, power playing, or metagaming. Please see our OOC rules here for a refresher of these definitions. Anyone guilty of these acts will receive strikes and have their characters disqualified from participating in fights.

Here are links to our species pages on desktop or mobile for information on the general abilities each species possesses. We strongly recommend players re-familiarizing themselves with what their characters can or cannot do in terms of powers and magic, especially with their species age. Any uncertainties or questions should be brought to an admin for clarification.

Human and human hybrid fighters will be gifted special gear like leather or medium armor and weapons best suited against their opponent based on species (i.e., a human going up against a faerie opponent would be given a cold iron or silver blade, a vial of holy water and salt against a demon, or a gun loaded with silver bullets against a werewolf). This is to give humans some level of advantage for a fair fight in the ring. Players are welcome to get creative with what their humans walk into the ring with and can use weaknesses listed on each species page for ideas.

Winners of each round should be based factually on each character's age, species, skillset, knowledge, and/or experience. The actual fight scene does not need to be planned step-by-step in detail OOC as admins will only need to know the winner of each round in advance. We trust that players can come to fair agreements, handle the outcomes maturely and fairly, and write them out accordingly. If players can't reach an agreement, please reach out to the admins to play referee in determining the winner.

Player appearance will be taken into consideration when deciding a winner. If a player who requested to participate doesn’t show up at all for the event, the active player partnered with them will automatically be declared the winner by default. While we don’t mind players taking their time to reply to event threads, we do require players showing up to communicate with their partners about the round winner as this is necessary for the event to run smoothly. Players should give their fight partner at least 24 hours to respond back before contacting an admin. Please provide screenshot proof that communication was initiated without response.

Players should only post starters that are related to the event now that it has begun. Please tag all open starters only with #event starter and #krovscastlestarter. Make sure to @krovscastlestarters​​ as well! Our rules on open starters in terms of limits and response requirements still apply; please see here for information. Please do NOT use the #krovscastleevent tag so that players can easily find event information without starters clogging this tag. Keep in mind to reply to other open starters being posted. Open starters that are not related to the event will be reblogged after it has ended. Any starters prior to the event needing five responders will be advertised after our event ends. Characters who are fighting are allowed to post and answer open starters as well to interact with other characters outside of the ring.

Players can choose whether they would like to place prior threads on hold to focus on event threads, however, this is not mandatory. All we ask is that players communicate with their partners or drop a note in the OOC about their thread status. 

Rules for masters, slaves, staff, and villagers still apply in Krovs Town! This means anyone, regardless of their role, who misbehaves or breaks town rules will be taken into custody or fined by the chief of police or his officers.

Claims and purchases will stay intact throughout the event. Unclaimed slaves will remain in the Undercroft unless otherwise rented by a master, staff member, or villager or brought to town to help service the event attendees. 

Applications will still be accepted during the event.

Players, please LIKE this post so that we know it has been read.

Have fun! :)

[riveires]

fight club

@twentysixdegrees​

JOOHYUK

It's insult to injury. It may or may not be the right metaphor...or, simile? Shit, he's always been bad at this kind of stuff. Add another language to the mix and things all get jumbled up in his brain, especially when he's in this kind of mood. The bus ride back had been full of tension, and he'd practically jumped down the stairs of the thing, only barely remembering to grab his gym bag before heading back to the dorm.

He's half hoping Joonho isn't there--a part of him knows he needs time to cool off. But the other half just wants to--"What the fuck." It's like he can't throw the bag hard enough against the wall, but he hears something clack against the concrete blocks before it drops down harmlessly onto his bed. "Where the hell were you today?" His hands are balled up at his sides and he's practically shaking. It may seem silly but--Joohyuk needed this. He needed them to do well today and he needed Joonho there because he's--his person.

You'll never hear him admit it though.

"We lost." The tiny space of their room is suddenly too large. "We got our asses handed to us and you were supposed to be there. You fucking promised, and, and, here you are on your ass doing nothing. Nothing." He feels suffocated. He wants to grab Joonho by the collar. He wants to run far away but he can't help himself, either--"You're such a shitty fucking best friend. You couldn't even do this one thing for me?"

JOONHO

the current circumstances have been everything but forgiving lately: if their semi-packed room is looking like something of a shit show right now, joonho's own state of presence is giving it a run for its money. a glance at the wear and tear of the past week is one hell of a revelation: dark circles marked in, coffee of breath, patches of stubble thanks to none other but his negligence. and it's indeed negligence that's to blame this time. diving head first into some logistics project had rendered everything else that mattered completely and utterly lost to him.

so when joohyuk's voice cuts through the air, all he can say is,

"what?" 

it takes him a minute for joonho to gather himself: day, time, event. a friday, he notes. upon giving the digital clock a closer look does the second realization drop down like a catastrophic bomb because god fucking damn it, he wasn't supposed to be here but at the soccer field.

but there's no time to salvage the damage, not when it's already done. between them simmers a third presence, the other's anger threatening to boil over. 

“christ, that completely slipped from my mind, i—" and he can only flinch, because the next string of words that would fall from his mouth suddenly sounded like the most insensitive thing he could say right then and there: "i'm so sorry, dude."

JOOHYUK

how bitter the realization was, when he scoured the crowd for a familiar face and didn't find the one he was looking for. it was almost like adding salt to the wound; he could have used joonho's nauseatingly affable disposition right after the loss.

for a few seconds, joohyuk breathes in deep through his nose and wonders if he's overreacting. he looks at joonho's face, at the figure he cuts against the harsh lighting of their school desk lamps, and he feels like a fool. this kind of thing has happened before. joonho is prone to getting lost in whatever he's put his mind to, and in many ways that's an admirable trait but in situations like this...how many times does joohyuk gotta utter "it's fine, man" and pretend it really is? fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, thrice--shame on me.

"you said you'd be there, and yeah--life happens, shit happens, but this was really goddamn important to me! and you knew that. why do you do this kind of shit so much? it's not cute." joohyuk keeps balling and un-balling his fist. he doesn't want to get physical but there's an urge to do something with his hands. "'i'm so sorry, dude?' that's all you have to say? you're the worst; best friend my ass--you probably just barely remember my fucking name."

JOONHO

there's a thin line between admission and pure, unadulterated guilt. he has enough shame to feel the latter, enough of a brain to perform the former. thing is, it seems like neither will do any good to pacify joohyuk's brimming rage. from the corner of his eye, he can see the movement of his hands, akin to the clenching of a jaw. a jaw that might be his own after he gets his teeth knocked out raw. be it because of the lack of an immediate solution, or the sight of that alone,  traces of annoyance start to snake in right beneath the somber tone of his voice.

joonho sighs. "it's been busy. you know that as well as i do, joohyuk." especially, most definitely of far more pressing issues. the fact that this—no, their, as in under mutually shared ownership—room isn't fully in order, for one. maybe that he's been covering for him whenever he'd been gone, for another. childish is the thought that begins to circle around in his head. so fucking childish.

"it sucks that the team lost. how am i supposed to make it up to you?"

JOOHYUK

"stop saying my name like that." the anger had been dissipating, but then the pity in joonho's voice bled through the temporary impasse. he tries to navigate around the mess of boxes in their room, but his chin knocks against something particularly hard in a box and curses under his breath. it's one thing after the other--he just can't seem to win.

the walls aren't moving but the space seems smaller. "what the hell could you possibly do to make it up to me? there's literally nothing, joonho. you think its that easy?" the laugh that sounds into the room is full of something that creeps, claws, and settles somewhere in between them, just waiting for the perfect time to ruin everything. "god, life's so easy for you, isn't it? we're both here, at this fucking school, in this tiny little room, but you've got your shit together. you've got your priorities--treading water just fine with all these ivy league assholes. but me? i'm just not good enough. not enough for you to care."

JOONHO

there's no reason why he shouldn't be used to it—the slew of assumptions, the implications held under that sting. four years should be more than enough to grow a skin so thick that nothing should cut through, but joohyuk’s gaze is knife-sharp, the words that fall from his lips sharper. 

"easy?" joonho narrows his eyes. "well i think it'd be fucking easy for anyone to let something like this go." a pause, one that feels more like a deadweight about to drop over their heads than anything as light as an inhale. "but you're not just anybody, are you? can’t stand if not one person isn’t paying attention to you for one damn second.” 

the room bristles, the air crackling. it's palpable enough for joonho to realize that this is impossibly suffocating.

"there'll be other games." a poor attempt to backtrack, if at all. the tightness of his voice loosens, but the hollowness of his gaze betrays him entirely. since when had he become this stubborn?  "it’s not the end of the world.”

JOOHYUK

it's the feeling of when you're watching water fill something up, toomuchtoofast but you're too far, too helpless, to do anything about it. the surface tension arches, forming the slightest bulge over the rim, and then-

"you don't fucking understand!"

it overflows, and he's lost this battle. 

joohyuk's built a reputation for himself. he likes it, identifies with it, and plays into it. 'oh of course he won't mind! joohyuk's super chill!''you'll love joohyuk, he's so outgoing!him? that dude that's always smiling and laughing about anything and everything? pretty sure joohyuk never gets mad!

so why does joonho get under his skin like this? it's a particular skill - he knows the things that those other people don't. he can read joohyuk without him ever having to say anything. yet - they're not on the same wavelength right now. now, when it might just matter the absolute most. 

"i like attention, so what? it's fucking true - that shit doesn't hurt me." his voice is raising. joohyuk realizes, but it doesn't register, not fully. "i wanted you to be there because i fucking need you!" he stutters, regroups - rephrases. "i just -- i needed you there, but you have your priorities, don't you?" the anger deflates, the pressure releasing from his chest and his shoulders. he's unwinding but it doesn't make it better because what replaces that white-hot red tint is pure hurt. "i just don't matter as much as your - your little elitist ass friends!" he'd always joked about joonho's accelerated lecture friends, and truthfully he'd be lying if he wasn't a little insecure - yes, they all go to an ivy league school but he's here on an athletic scholarship, primarily.

and, he's not infallible - clearly.

joohyuk knows he's making assumptions, half-thought out accusations, but this is the only way he can take back what little is left of his pride. he's fishing for anything that he knows may hurt joonho because he's in the middle of his pity party and he needs to tear down the person closest to him in actual distance as well as just, in general.

"they're fucking elitist pricks and you're one of them, too!" he kicks his slightly pushed out chair into the desk, and puts his palms to his temples, as if he can re-center himself with the motion, ease his anger - but nothing is working.

JOONHO

and there it is.

they're not strangers to any of this, to the way joohyuk is at the mercy of his own emotions, and the perilous ups and downs that come with their weight. his words are hurled like pelting stones. they hit where it should hurt the most, one after another, meant to knock him down with each blow.

the last one lands, and then there's silence. all joonho can do is stare. 

then, "you really think that." 

his expression turns blank, eyes dark, a degree too cold to be mere neutrality. stiffly, he swivels around in his chair. grabs his bag from under the desk to slide in his things from the tabletop with a single sweep of his arm.

"you're only proving my point." he stills, tongue deliberately curling around his next set of words that might push them over the brink. every fiber of his being tenses in warning, to be the one to let go, be the better person. but what little remorse that had held him had long slipped free with his rationality. in its place are the thoughts that never fail to loom at his worst: ridiculous. insolent. a fucking child. 

shouldering his backpack, he stands to leave. his voice is void of any feeling. "grow up."

JOOHYUK

tell him to stay. tell him you're sorry, that you didn't mean it.

the rational part of him keeps repeating these things over and over in his brain, but it echoes in the space between his ears - nothing seems to absorb, nothing happens, and he doesn't so much as twitch a finger, as he watches joonho pack his things. joohyuk feels his limbs go numb, and he lets his hands fall back down to his sides.

it's just been a lot, lately. you've missed him so much but have been unable to tell him just how much. you're jealous - of his study budies and don't know how to properly express it without potentially getting too raw and revealing things that might change your relationship forever.

but instead, he twists his face into some sort of scowl, eyes burning not with hatred but with some emotion that is almost too heavy to put into words. "clearly, i'm right - if you're running off like this. i hit a nerve," he accuses. it's always the people closest to you that can inspire the strongest emotions. he's a maelstrom of feelings, and if he were even just a little more clear headed he could maybe try and pick apart and identify the individual emotions causing this shitstorm of a confrontation - and try to explain it in a way that'd be more fair, in a way that could diffuse this -

instead, he hears the last two words from joonho, and he laughs. bitterly. "honestly? fuck off, man." and he turns his back on him, listening closely for the sound of sneakers scuffing against linoleum to fade - going from right next to him to down the hall, around the corner.

going, going, going...gone.

"this sucks." this was far from the way he wanted this to end. but he's here now, and he's alone.

[FIN]