Archery [Event]

[Larxene]

Archery is the skill of shooting arrows at a target with the use of a bow. The target will be placed 80 yd (73 m) away. You will have three arrows to shoot at the target. You will have one post to describe your actions. Powers are prohibited in all events.

If a situation gets dangerous, a staff member may use the term Fast which means to stop shooting immediately and to put the arrows down. You are not to distract the other archers. If you do, try not to get caught.

In order to determine the order, the staff will be rating the posts on these qualities: Dice Roll, Creativity, Descriptiveness, and Realism.

The Dice Roll will need to be rolled with a six sided dice, three times. This will help to determine whether a target is a hit or miss. A six would mean a bulls-eye, a four would be an inner ring, a two would hit an outer ring. Any odd numbers would be a miss. The first roll with be the first arrow, the second, and then the third being the third arrow.

When you post, you are to click the button or to use the following code: [dice=X][dice=X][dice=X]

The number inside the code is the number of sides on the die. For this event you will need a 6! But you will need to use the code three times to have three dice. Hit preview to see which were hit and misses.

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"This is archery. Hopefully you all know how to use a bow and arrow because this event won't allow guns. Sorry to burst any bubbles. Anyway, you will be given three arrows to shoot at the targets. I wish you all luck with this... I guess." Larxene rolled her eyes, helmet in her arms. "You know, I really like this uniform. It's not too flattering though."

Larxene took her spot to stand and watch the targets. "Ok! Good luck with you competition! Be sure not to use any power and not to kill each other. I really don't want to have to clean that up. Now, feel free to start as you wish and take your time. The event has now officially started."

Members to Post:

[/li][li]Lief Ramses
[/li][li]Kefka Palazzo
[/li][li]Rufus ShinRa[/blockquote]
No Posting Order - Must post by Sept 12th.[/blockquote]

[skycoston]

[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]

Upon hearing about these "Olympic Games", Kefka had perked up with a grin. This was absolutely a chance he couldn't miss, a chance to destroy the brightest and best there was all at one time during the closing ceremonies! It was a brilliant plan, one that would eliminate many of the pesky goody two shoes that would attempt to foil his plans.

He had skipped into the arena, right hand over his eyes as he scouted his opponents. First he spotted some man in a white suit, which only made the jester cock an eyebrow.

"He must be burning up, Kefka thought aloud with a grin, "Maybe I could cool him off with some ice later, hohohoho." His eyes then fell upon the young archer that had opposed him in Deep Jungle. Cowardly runt, if Kefka recalled correctly, but mouthy too. Oh this would be fun! He tiptoed in the background, then suddenly leaped beside Lief to wrap an arm around him.

"Why hello, my runtish little cowardly friend! Have fun in Deep Jungle did you? Hope I helped with your tan cus you were burning up! Whoa-ohohohohoho~!!!" Kefka threw his head back in the laugh, placing his free hand upon his face before he grinned at Lief. "Stick around, you haven't seen anything yet! Today you'll see what I'm truly capable of, I am going to destroy everyone and EVERYTHING HERE!!" Kefka then skipped off, and squatted while Larxene began her speech.

The jester only half paid attention, obnoxiously yawning before placing his pinky into his ear to clean it. One, two, three twists before he pulled a chunk of earwax out of his pointed ear. He chuckled a little at it, before flicking it aside.

"Ya done? Good, now let me show you how to destroy a target!" Kefka gloated as he picked up his bow, holding it steadily before him. He placed the arrow within it, eyes focused on the target as he raised his bow for perfect aim. This was nothing to him, a joke! He had the best aim in the worlds... Well, with magic anyway.

"It's showtime!!" Kefka crowed, then tried to pull back the string. It didn't bunch. An angry grunt escaped the jester as he slowly started to pull back the string; the veins in his face popping, his arm shaking violently from the strain of being used for physical effort. It had been years since he hadn't relied on magic, and his physical body was naught but a husk for the powerful magics he used.

"NYAAAAAH!!" Kefka cried as he fall back, pulling back harder on the string on instict before releasing the arrow to use that arm to break his fall. The arrow raced into the sky, before arcing downward to stab almost directly on top of the target. The head of the arrow was barely within the outside ring.

"Stupid stupid STUPID BOW!!" Kefka screamed, pushing himself to his feet to glare at it. "I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE YOU!!! Now do as I command and hit the target!!" Kefka snatched up his second arrow, placing it within the bow. He twitched, feather swaying upon his head before the jester took careful aim once more.

"Stabbity stab stab stab stab..." Kefka shouted, his entire body shaking this time while he slowly pulled back the string of the bow. His eyes bulged, cheeks reddening while they puffed from holding his breath. The arrow wobbled within the bow, but then Kefka screamed "STAAAAB!!!!" to release the arrow. He fell to his hands and knees, panting with sweat pouring down his face from the sheer effort of using the bow.

His aim was true, but he'd overexerted himself and put just a little too much power into the shot. The arrow clipped the top of the target, before landing in the dirt behind it.

"NOOOOOOOO!!" Kefka screamed, falling onto his stomach while he pounded his fists in the ground and kicked in a temper tantrum. After a moment of flailing he shakily pushed himself up, swaying side to side while he snatched up the final arrow. He put it in the bow, angrilly pulled it back and fired... Only for it to make it halfway to the target.

"NO!! NO NO NO NO NO!! This is NOT how this works, I am Lord Kefka, God of Magic and Saint of Destruction!! I WILL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF!!" The angry jester suddenly vanished in a blinding flash of light, replaced by the figure of Kefka's true form: the God of Magic. With a flap of his mighty wings he flew skyward, the sun behind him to blind any to tried to gawk at him.

"I'll show you how to take out a target, AND EVERYTHING around it!! WHOA-OHOHOHOHOHOHOOO~!!!" the mad mage's laughter echoed throughout the arena as he spread his arms by his sides, a golden glyph forming behind him. Upon it was three spheres: one blue, one yellow, one red, though they vanished as a flash of light emanated from Kefka and he rose his hand over his head.

"Hasta la bye bye!!" Kefka laughed, before he thrust his hand down towards the target. The sky itself seemed to glow as the powerful pillar of light came crashing down from the heavens to collide into the area of the target, consuming it in its blinding radiance before the Light Of Judgment erupted in an arena shaking explosion.

"Hohohoho... Heheheheh... HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Kefka had completely lost it, and he set his golden eyes on Larxene with a sick and twisted grin, "Why so serious?"[rand=13026596086986747142200834940092226732968936967648118284904545192]

[Rufus ShinRa]

[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://bwscrapbooking.com/shop/images/thumb_bwsWS_megaDots-gray-lt-gray.jpg); width: 450px; border: 2px groove #9b9fa2, bTable] Buddy you’re a young man, hard man Shoutin’ in the street, gonna take on the world some day.
[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]	[atrb=style, background: #383838; padding: 5px; border-top: 0px solid #525657; border-bottom: 0px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8] Rufus had entered an Archery event today. It had been a while since he had had something interesting to do, so why not do something he was good at. Rufus had his shotgun on him all the time and he didn't even think that he couldn't use a gun. So when the woman with the blond hair in the metal armor appeared and stated he couldn't use his gun, Rufus frowned a bit. He had not used a bow and arrow in years. He had learned some defensive maneuvers in case and knew how to shoot a gun. So obviously he had dabbled a bit into bows. It just wasn't his thing. He could hit more harder and faster with a gun. "Lovely." He stated as he laid his shotgun behind him. He didn't need it hanging there while he was trying to focus on shooting an arrow. Worst came to worst, he had his other gun, some materia, and this bow. The woman continued on stating her outfit wasn't flattering. No, it wasn't. Then again, with her hair... nothing would be. His eyes looked to his competition. The one that really caught his eye was the jester that seemed to be ranting to himself and walking around. It was odd to see. Then his eyes moved to the second competitor, this man seemed to be the real hunter of the group. He even had his own bow too. Well, they were going to test their skills here. He analyzed the distance of the targets and picked up the bow to test the tightness of the string and the curve of it. After he was satisfied wit that, he sat the bow down and took off his suit jacket so he was only in three layers before putting the quiver onto his hip with the three arrows inside. It was easier this way in his opinion. When the woman in charge said they could begin, Rufus took his time. He picked up the first arrow carefully, touching only near the end with the feathers, twisting the arrow in his hand. He brought his arm over top of the bow and down and snapped the notched point in place on the bowstring. He sat the arrow on the arrow rest, which was his finger on the bow, holding the arrow in place, he raised his arms up and pulls the string of the bow back alongside his nose. His pointer finger above the nocking point and his middle finger and ring finger below the nocking point. Aiming down the string and right down the arrow, he used the arrow point to aim the arrow toward the middle of the target. With three fingers underneath the arrow, he let it go, pulling his hand back away from the string and watched the arrow fly toward it's target. It took only a moment before he heard the satisfactory noise of it hitting it's target. It was a bullseye. A cocky smirk appeared on his face. It had been years since he had messed with a bow and on his first attempt with a new bow, he had hit a bullseye. If only he could show off to his Turks right now. That would be splendid. As Rufus began to load his second arrow, this is when the clown began to make more noise then the president expected. Rufus looked over to see how much difficulty he was having. His arrow had hit the target, but he seemed mad that the "bow" had not worked right or something. The president rolled his eyes a bit. Man, he was a bit melodramatic. When the clown began loading his second arrow, he repeated the same phrase. The President began to focus on his second shot now. He repeated the process of his first arrow. He drew the arrow from his hip, placed it correctly onto the bow, and positioned it. He aimed. However, as he released the arrow, the clown screamed loudly, sending Rufus's arrow completely off the target. Rufus was furious at this, sending a agitated glance toward Kefka. Alright, he needed to get his next arrow off before the jester began to yell and catch him off-guard again. So, Rufus drew his third and final arrow, set it in place on the bow, aimed, then released it and sent it hurtling at the target. Rufus smirked at the second bullseye. It seemed his talent wasn't just with the gun. He'd need to remember that. That's when the chaos erupted from the clown. Rufus noticed that he had gone completely mad and lost it before he seemed to change his form. A confused expression appeared on Rufus's face and he backed away from the form, removing the quiver from his waist and setting the bow down. He then picked his shotgun up, standing in a defensive manner as the clown destroyed the target he had missed twice. His eyes wandered to the contest judge, wondering if she was really strong enough to suppress this threat. There was no way he was going to calm down unless someone overpowered him. Great, this was a wonderful end to his day.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] See, today isn't "back in the day" anymore. I know a little more than I did before.

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[Lief Ramses]

[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]

Sun? Minimal.

Wind? Hardly.

Ground? Sta-… ok well some of it was sand but…

Lief was nodding at the conditions of the Coliseum as he went about them, checking to see if there was a specific way he should stand to shoot the best. There was no way the Sharpshooter was going to take any chances with this match. He was going to win and there were no ifs and or buts about it. Lief Ramses was a Hunter Class Hume… they were BORN to shoot. Heck, even had to master two archer abilities to be even able to equip the Hunter gear.

But all the preparing in the world couldn’t make his opponents worse then him.

Lief of course, was the first on in the arena, seeing as he was checking the conditions of everything. He was given a scare when he saw the judge walked in, in the full armor of judges back from Ivalice. Lief jumped suddenly and shouted “You can’t prove it’s me!” out of the blue, warranting a strange and annoyed look when the judge removed … her helmet? Lief suddenly dropped the scared look, nervously smoothing his cowl and giving a grin at the actually rather attractive judge before going back along his preparations now in an utter embarrassed state.

He was now examining, and cursing, the bows they were being assigned to use when a man in a white suit entered the arena. Lief snorted, thinking at first the man was some sort of former spectator who had come far too early, but he was soon proven wrong when the man came in his direction, examining the place around him as well. Lief actually now laughed outloud, this man was one of his opponents? Seriously? “Wait, wait, wait, you’re here for the archery event… in THAT?” Lief could feel his confidence rising as he laughed again. “Ha! Good luck!” Still snickering, Lief went along his way at examining the arrows.

Apparently Lief wasn’t exactly satisfied with the equipment, not that he could do more then curse at the people who picked the “stupid things”. The bow was much more an archers, and a beginner’s at that. It lacked the quality of a good bow, being made more for anyone to be able to use it then to ensure a wonderful or easy shot. It was as he was outwardly complaining of said problem that the other “archer” for the event arrived. Unnoticed by Lief at first, the demented jester Kefka had appeared for the competition, making his presence known by suddenly being at Lief’s side wrapping his arm around him.

The clown being so close caused Lief’s face to have an expression of revulsion etched across it. “What the hell are YOU doing here?!” he cried out moving away from the other man as fast as he could. “Are you seriously…” Lief’s facial expression changed to horror. “Dude, why won’t you just go away?!”

But Lief just couldn’t let Kefka get to him, just couldn’t. Rolling his shoulders and moving his head side to side, he walked away from the clown to listen to the Judge laying down the rules with almost… sarcasm? Something about the way the judge talked made Lief grin, he liked how she acted. Unlike any judge the ex-poacher had come across, this one was actually sort of fun… what a nice change. It put Lief in a better mood, and let him actually block out the annoyingness of the clown.

“Sharp” walked over to where his thoroughly examined bow and arrows were laying on the ground, picking them up and reading to fire. Blocking out what was around him, he placed the bow on the string, the little notch in the back by the feathers fitting perfectly in on the bow. He used two fingers, one over the arrow and one beneath, to carefully pull the string back. He pointed the tip of the arrow towards the target in the distance, eyes narrowing on the bullseye. His tongue inched its way out of his mouth as he concentrated, fingers adjusting the tautness of the string and firing.

WHOOSH The arrow arced perfectly in the air and with a satisfying TWANG it hit the target directly on the bullseye.

“YEAH!” Lief jumped up and fist pumped the air in his celebration. Maybe the bow actually wasn’t too bad after all. Smirking after his initial celebration, Lief suddenly had to jump for the outcry from the demented clown sounded out in the arena. Blinking, he saw the jester wrestle with his obvious lack of physical strength, unable pull the bow back properly. Suddenly the Hunter burst out laughing at the sight, being shut up when the arrow actually landed on the target. Rolling his eyes he murmuring “Beginners luck” before he took another arrow onto his own bow to finish his shots.

But confidence was getting to Lief, for with a smirk and a little less prep time, the Hunter fired off another shot… only to have it hit the outer most ring. “What?” Lief said, slightly angered, as he cursed himself for letting not only his emotions, but also the sight of the clown’s obvious near failure get to him. Snarling, Lief angrily snatched the final arrow up placing it on the bow and aiming the tip once more at the target. Arm slightly shaking from the anger, Lief fired… and of course, missed completely, watching the arrow brush the edge of the target and clatter on the tile arena floor behind it.

“Are you freaking kidding me!” Lief cried out, now completely pissed. It was lucky he wasn’t paying attention to the man in the white suit next to him, who had scored TWO bullseyes, in comparison to the self-proclaimed “Sharpshooter’s” one. No, Lief’s anger was getting the most of him at this point, as he, almost childishly, cursed his bow into oblivion.

Yet the anger was… well meek in comparison to what the clown was doing now. With a few repeatedly screams of “NO!” and the announcement of what the hell he was for the millionth time, the “God of Magic” began to transform. A horridly familiar thing was happening with the clown. Eyes widening in utter horror, Lief suddenly shouted “GET DOWN!” to the man in the white suit, the Hunter hitting the ground himself, protecting the bow from the rain of white hot light that sizzled down from the sky…

Oddly, it wasn’t as powerful or as deadly as the one he saw in Deep Jungle for when the spots in his eyes subsided it seemed only the clowns target was destroyed… Maybe the Clown was losing his touch… Or maybe… Lief thought as he saw the clown look at the judge with a insane expression He just lost his mind…[/i]

The Hunter slowly stood up, brushing himself off, eying his opponent to see that the other’s pristine white suit, despite the jacket laying on the ground else where, completely void of any dust or whatnot. How the hell…? But Lief had more pressing matters to deal with. Obviously, the clown had to be considered out of the tournament, as using powers were prohibited (or Lief would have tried the “Take Aim” archer’s attack). Waving to get the judges attention he shouted at her. “Hey! Can we see a Red Card over here?! If I remember correctly, Tournament rules are a R7 Law!"

R7, Lief could only grin when he said that. That meant no Law Card would be able to nullify it. He wouldn’t be surprised if the “No Law Cards” rule was in effect as well.

So it basically came down to the Hunter and the… guy in white. The Hunter looked over towards the other man again, giving a “heh” kind of smirk on his face. The man didn’t look good enough to beat him, so Lief felt like he had this in the bag.

Not that he remembered to look at the other man’s target anywho.
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[Larxene]

The winner of the event, after careful reviewing from the staff, are as follows:

1st Place - Rufus
2nd Place - Lief
3rd Place - Kefka

If you have any questions or concerns about anything, feel free to pm an administrator.