“Hello martial arts fans!” The voice of the announcer echoed throughout the grand arena as he greeted the energetic crowd from his announcer’s box, eliciting a cheer from the audience who had gathered to watch the match and root for their favorites.
“Wow, you can really feel the electricity in the air! So what do you say we get this party started!?” The crowd cheered in affirmation, ready for the match to begin.
“Alright then! Round one of the Tournament of Glory features FTAGN and Mitama! Give ‘em a warm welcome!” As the combatants stepped onto the pristine alabaster tiles of the arena, a dome of bright blue energy formed to encase them inside and keep those outside of the arena safe. Once the combatants took their positions, the announcer grinned with excitement. This was always his favorite part.
“Fighters, get ready!” The whole arena fell silent for a moment. So silent, one could hear a pin drop. At last, the announcer signaled the start of the match.
“BEGIN!!!” Raising his hand with a cheer, the crowd went absolutely ballistic. It was sure to be an electrifying match. The crowd cheered on the participants, eager to see what they could do.
Mitama's eyes lit up with excitement at the arena around her, each little detail drawing her attention from the last, almost to the point that she forgot that she was there to fight and not just to spectate. Mama and Papa were attached to her hip with that new form of magic Mama had shown her before the tournament. Mitama didn't understand it, but it made her clothes look weird, and that more than anything amused her to no end. She was not sure if it made her feel strong, but if it did, a fight would be the perfect place to test that out.
Mitama stepped out into the arena as the announcer spoke, the oversized coat trailing behind her, dragging on the ground and more a hazard to her own movements than anything really. Around her arms and hands were wrapped boxing tape that seemed to occasionally slip from their place and catch in the wind before the girl noticed and tucked them back into their place. It frustrated her a little but she wanted her hands to be safe like Misser Yak'to so the tape had to stay there while she fought to make sure her knuckles wouldn't;t get hurt.
When the announcer called for the fight to start, Mitama took slow steps toward her opponent, not sure what to do with whatever it was she saw before her. Spreading her arms to her sides, she darted around the entity, looking for a place to make her first strike, not sure exactly where to begin and a momentary sense of analysis paralysis struck the girl and her brow furrowed in frustrated anticipation to throw her fist. "Mitama is confused." She spoke, tilting her head to the size as her brow furrowed in frustration at the situation before her.
"Where does Mitama punch?" She asked, stomping some in frustration for a moment. Then, giving a shrug she charged towards the entity and pulled her tiny arm back, focused on what she assumed was a center of mass for the entity, the black mass a confusing sight for the young girl who wasn't really sure what it was she was looking at. Launching herself forward, she struck at what she thought might be a good spot to hit the entity, her fist twisting and her body rolling into the sucker punch, putting all her weight behind it in the hopes it might do something worthwhile to the being.
Tenacious Used!! Once per thread, a Non-Heavy Standard technique you use during combat costs -1 KP. This cannot make it cost 0 KP. It cannot have its power boosted in any way.
Raw Talent Used!! Twice per thread, when using a Non-Heavy Standard technique, you may gain an additional 1 MP.
Using a combination of Mitama's peculiar biology and some of Momolu's magic. Up to two members of the Ambrose family may be turned into keychain ornaments and subsequently 'fuse' into the individual who holds the ornaments. These will influence the appearance of the holder in the same way absorption might for a Majin.
[LIT][OFF] MITAMA SUCKER PUNCH
A small, unexpected punch to a vital area.
Output: 20% (3,840pl) KP: ▰▰ (-▰) Tenacious Variant Exhausting Your technique applies the Exhausted Status when it deals at least 10% damage to a target. This will last until your target uses their next technique.
When this is applied, the next technique you use has 10% less power. Cannot reduce techniques below 10% power. Applied by; Exhaust, Exhaust+, Sticky, Sticky+
The nebulous shape looked around at the audience, themselves in some mix of curiosity and fear as to what they were seeing, with a strange… curiosity, you could reasonably assume, but never have a way to confirm. had come here with purpose, hadn’t ? After all, it was FTAGN who elected who be here, right? And yet, by the way held body, you’d be forgiven for thinking FTAGN didn’t have the slightest idea what a tournament is, or even what martial arts were!
was a black entity, textureless and void, like a hole in perception, 6’4.6” and perfectly generic in shape. Faceless. Shadowless. And absolutely, utterly, witless.
looked to opponent… a small child, blue-haired and mischievous-looking. Interesting patterns. As she dashed around FTAGN, body didn’t turn or move at all, but head did, with the neck turning without issue in a way that could only make sense if there weren’t any bones in there— or if you didn’t particularly care what happened to them.
As Mitama dashed forwards to make her punch, something quite strange happened. As she got near, FTAGN’s own shape rapidly changed until silhouette looked like Mitama’s own! The height, the hair, the energy, it was all there! And, as Mitama extended her hand to make an attack, it turned out FTAGN was doing the same. If you punch a mirror, you will only end up scraping your own hand against the hand’s own reflection, and thus that was how it was here, too: reflectively and symmetrically, Mitama and her void copy sucker punching each other’s sucker punches… only, one of those punches had quite a bit more power than the other.
”Mitama”
Presumably having made some ground from that terrific punch-into-punch, spoke in Mitama’s own voice.
”I am FTAGN Hello.”
It spoke in the voices of Erebos and the announcer who’d just introduced the match!
Base PL: 34,000 (but Antisense).
FTAGN marks the MITAMA SUCKER PUNCH as a ‘mimicked’ technique and immediately uses it, spending 2 KP to send it back in a clash for an Exhausting Light 20% worth 6,800 PL! 6,800 clashes against 3,840 and wins, surviving with 2,960PL… but Attacks can’t reduce Attacks below half, so really it’s 3,400 headed for Mitama.
If the grammar seems strange, remember, FTAGN is pronounless in my third-person omniscient writing. Well, mostly omniscient, anyway.
KP: 4/6 MP: 2/6 HP: 0/310%
Damage dealt to Cephala: 0%. Damage dealt to Erebos: 0%. Damage dealt to Gira: 0%. Damage dealt to Yakito: 0%. Damage dealt to Marimba: 0%. Damage dealt to Lottus: 0%. Damage dealt to Mister Steel: 0%. Damage dealt to Mitama: 0%.
The last thing Mitama anticipated as she dove in for the punch was to be thrown back by... herself? A mirror image of her own body resulted in her strike being sent back towards her. Unfortunately, the attack struck true as well, causing the small bioandroid to lose her breath for a moment and steady herself. That was going to hurt for a while and for now, she needed a moment to consider her opponent before making any rash decisions... she mused to herself that the rationality must have been Papa's influence as normally Mitama would throw herself back into the fight until something worked and she won or was knocked out.
Jumping back, Mitama nearly tripped on her coat as her feet came down unto the ivory stage, small boots clamoring against the stonework. She watched for a moment before choosing to act, assessing if the entity itself would react without her movements first. What Mitama didn't know put her at the most risk and that had her on edge. What were once scattered steps of amusement now slipped into the wary gait of a cautious opponent, certain that something else lies behind that atramentous veneer that covered this entity from top to bottom.
After a moment Mitama launches in again, this time with a headbutt, estimating the actions of the amorphous entity once more with this approach. With significantly less force behind this strike, Mitama can only wonder what FTAGN will do to react and how she will respond in kind. There was a lot to consider and Mitama was not used to this much thought in a fight, it was starting to really give her a headache. But calling ti quits now would make their whole trip to Earth a waste in the first place and Mitama did not wanna let Mama or Papa down.
As Mitama considered her course of action, so, too, did FTAGN… or at least it seemed that way, given that FTAGN was taking on Mitama’s silhouette and movements still, resulting in a true mirror match! Or, well, mostly. The ‘reflection’ could not account for the power difference, or the technique difference… or, colour, obviously.
did not act first. As far as anyone in the audience could tell, it wasn’t ever going to. was… reactive, emulating what saw just as soon as it’s done, but not acting on own agency. So, when Mitama came in for a headbutt, FTAGN was right there doing the same, until head smashed into head! If Mitama ended up making any ‘Ow’ sounds or grunts, FTAGN would be right there making the same sounds in the same way and in the exact same moment!
”no talking is okay. , too.”
emulated the voices of Yakito, Cephala, Mitama herself, and even Erebos. They sounded quite strange, together! A bit like a radio or TV constantly changing station. It was all very alien, all very strange! But given curiosity, advantage in power, and ability to emulate just about anything Mitama tried, she'd have to think outside the box to win a battle like this!
No actions!
Mitama is Exhausted... I think.
Base PL: 34,000 (but Antisense).
KP: 6/6 MP: 3/6 HP: 0/310%
Damage dealt to Cephala: 0%. Damage dealt to Erebos: 0%. Damage dealt to Gira: 0%. Damage dealt to Yakito: 0%. Damage dealt to Marimba: 0%. Damage dealt to Lottus: 0%. Damage dealt to Mister Steel: 0%. Damage dealt to Mitama: 13%.
"Mitama gets it now!" The young Bioandroid mused to herself with a grin. Bouncing back from FTAGN she hopped between her feet, and the labcoat clinging to her back fluttering behind her haphazardly. She had somehow managed to get the bandages on her arms to keep them from fluttering helplessly in the breeze as well. Her cowlick shot up as an idea came across her mind and with probably the worst poker face imaginable. The cowlick bounced around some, like an antennae searching for some vibration in the air before settling again in its usual curl atop the small girl's head.
Running forward, Mitama stopped just shy of the aberrant obelisk of foreign material and began a small flurry of blows, none of them carrying any real impact behind them. Absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent certain that if she just punched it really, really fast that Mitama would be able to confuse FTAGN long enough to get a really impactful hit in. She continued this until her arms started to get a little tired and Mitama hopped back, winding her arm up, and jumped towards the being that was FTAGN, her tiny fist balled up and aimed to strike the entity in the same rough area she had tried to before.
Whether this would work this time or not Mitama was not sure, but she hoped that maybe she had confused the entity enough for something to happen.
Combat - ONLINE -
Combatant Mitama PL 19,200
Active Transformation N/A
Adjusted PL 19,200
KP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ (-▰) MP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ (+▰) Health 13/250%
Tenacious 0/1 Raw Talent 1/2 Regeneration 1/1
Item
Uses
Mitama's Dagger (Z Sword)
2/2
Shotgun (Arm Blaster)
1/1
Armour Lining
1/1
Techs Used
[LIT][OFF] Gut Punch
The most primitive of defense mechanisms, the gut punch. Ambrose makes a quick, unprepared strike at his opponent's mid torso.
FTAGN emulated Mitama’s excitement, though lacked the eureka moment the child just had. Still, FTAGN catered to the bandages on hand, despite lacking any of the context or history that made that care so cute and meaningful.
As Mitama ran forward to make a flurry of strikes, so, too, did FTAGN! The two Mitamas— Mitamae?— were the very image of symmetricality if you ignored that whole textureless black void thing going on. However, despite her plans, FTAGN’s strikes were just as fast as her own, and carried just a bit more power to them, too! In a simple punching match, FTAGN would simply replicate anything thrown towards and throw it back at the same moment, but even harder. As Mitama jumped back, so did ! And when she jumped back forward again, you’ll never believe it, but did that, too! As Mitama swung, FTAGN swung too… and their fists collided in a daze of energy.
”it’s fun!”
In spare moments, FTAGN would shift in and out of Mitama's silhouette, both to take on 'base appearance' and to emulate the forms of other people around in the audience, and even to emulate the announcer. looked again to Mitama, possibly considering something (or did just emulate the pose of someone in a thoughtful mood?), but said nothing further. longed for interaction, for data, but Mitama was mostly giving cute expressions and body language.
FTAGN uses the MITAMA SUCKER PUNCH again, flavoured as a Gut Punch! That’s an Exhausting 20% (6,800 again), leaving 4,880PL of it going to Mitama! If it deals 10%+ damage, it’ll be Exhausting! All else being equal, it’ll deal 25% damage.
I know that FTAGN has a lot more options, but won’t use them if doesn’t see them used first. No transforming until sees transformations, for example.
Base PL: 34,000 (but Antisense).
KP: 4/6 MP: 5/6 HP: 0/310%
Damage dealt to Cephala: 0%. Damage dealt to Erebos: 0%. Damage dealt to Gira: 0%. Damage dealt to Yakito: 0%. Damage dealt to Marimba: 0%. Damage dealt to Lottus: 0%. Damage dealt to Mister Steel: 0%. Damage dealt to Maxsuz: 0%. Damage dealt to Mitama: 38%.
Bouncing back, her hair springing her off the ground as Mitama once more was met with a counter of her own attack. Her brow furrowed intensely and she was starting to get a little angry. "Mitama is tired of being hit by Mitama's own attack!" She pouted, crossing her arms and stomping in place, scoffing towards no one in particular before shifting in place and readying herself for the next clash in this otherwise frustrating melee. Nothing she threw at the entity seemed to stick and when she thought something might work she was met once more by that same copied punch she opened with.
"Mitama learned this from Mama some time ago." She hummed, pressing her hands flat before herself, her palms facing FTAGN. She pondered for a moment as her hair pulsated a pale blue colour. For another few silent seconds, she tried to remember before her brow furrowed and she pouted again. "Mitama forgot the words." Initially distraught her eyes lit up as an idea came to her mind and she shouted. "Mitama Icicle!" With that a heavy chill surrounded the small girl, crystalizing the air around her into a series of large shards of ice, each spinning around Mitama and picking up speed as she stood there letting the magic manifest.
Pointing to FTAGN Mitama laughed happily, clapping in amusement as the volley of frozen weapons descended on her opponent. "Mitama wansa see if you can stop that one!" She shouted in amusement, her eyes narrowed with combat-ready excitement.
Combat - ONLINE -
Combatant Mitama PL 19,200
Active Transformation N/A
Adjusted PL 19,200
KP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ (-▰▰▰) MP ▰▰▰▰▰▰ Health 38/250%
Tenacious 0/1 Raw Talent 1/2 Regeneration 1/1
Item
Uses
Mitama's Dagger (Z Sword)
2/2
Shotgun (Arm Blaster)
1/1
Armour Lining
1/1
Techs Used
[MED][OFF] Zufliek
Mid tier offensive ice magic. On cast it launches a barrage of ice shards at the target.
FTAGN watched on as the child pouted, annoyed at emulation leading to Mitama’s attacks being countered by their own reflections. stopped taking on Mitama’s emulation, having returned back to the standard, generic, featureless blob of a humanoid is the widest possible sense and with no intention of returning back to Mitama’s silhouette. FTAGN could see Mitama’s frustration and, in the sense that is a mirror to the Real, some amount of that was rubbing off on . The petulance, the childishness, these patterns and traits were observed, and so they took a role in the ‘majin’’s rapid progress as a ‘person’.
Simply not knowing that it would be important to dodge, FTAGN just stood there as an armoury’s worth of weapons made of ice slammed into , piercing through body and reaching through to the other end. There was no indication that FTAGN, whatever was, could feel pain… but the ki of this ice was interacting with non-body in a strange way that caused the massless mass to droop and lose definition. ””Bad. Feel. Ing. Icicle! Feel. Hurt.”
And then, something changed! With a jolt, FTAGN’s body regained all definition and returned to its ‘proper’ shape, and all the ice still embedded, piercing, into the void? It all shattered, falling to the ground.
”are you? Not have Ing. fun!” spoke with the voices of Cephala, Gira, Yakito, and Erebos. The tone, chopped up from five different sources, was utterly unreadable; the intention, reproduced without alteration and without context, was an alien and ineffable thing.
A three second pause commenced.
took a step forward.
FTAGN tanks Zufliek’s 9,600, taking 28%.
Base PL: 34,000 (but Antisense).
KP: 6/6 MP: 6/6 HP: 28/310%
Damage dealt to Cephala: 0%. Damage dealt to Erebos: 0%. Damage dealt to Gira: 0%. Damage dealt to Yakito: 0%. Damage dealt to Marimba: 0%. Damage dealt to Lottus: 0%. Damage dealt to Mister Steel: 0%. Damage dealt to Maxsuz: 0%. Damage dealt to Mitama: 38%.
Glee overcame Mitama as she watched the icicles launch forward, striking true without any sign of deflection or countering. If anything, it confirmed in the child's mind that keeping a distance seemed to be the best idea for handling whatever it was FTAGN is. It seemed to reform some after the strikes did a number on its body for lack of a better term. Even Mitama, in her blissful ignorance, noticed this. There was a curiousness to the entity's physiology that for a brief moment tickled the su conscious influence of Ambrose's part in their fusion, making him wonder more about this entity.
Despite this discovery in a new tactic for fighting, that last spell had done a lot to dig into the small girl's meager reserve of magical energy. The sound from her stomach rumbled through the ring, eliciting a soft laugh from the girl as she pat her stomach. "Magic makes Mitama hungry." She admitted with a sheepish grin. Taking a seat where she stood, Mitama pulled two cookies from her pocket. biting into one as she lifted the other up, offering it to FTAGN. "Mitama likes Mama's cookies. They make her feel ready to fight again." She hummed between bites.
Whether the entity known as FTAGN accepted the cookie or not, Mitama continued to eat the other one in her hand, already feeling her energy reserves slowly building back up. Her attention was completely off that of her opponent and likely much to the confusion of the onlookers crowd.
The absence listened intently, learning such useful pieces of information as ‘magic makes you tired’— in related news, it was seemingly increasingly likely that ‘Mitama’ wasn’t a name at all, but actually just a first person pronoun wasn’t familiar with!
Seemingly unsure of what to do, FTAGN nonetheless managed to pick up on the social cue and held the cookie. Delicately, with both hands, like was holding a precious urn. moved it up to head, and pressed it against head, but that didn’t seem to do anything: the cookie, lacking ki, simply passed through , leaving it entirely whole despite sharing space with FTAGN for a few seconds.
”yes, hungry So eat”
It was all coming together. ‘Eating’, that process the patterns in the Tournament Meet-Up were performing, and it was a means to reduce Hungry— and since, as established, ‘magic makes you tired’, food was the logical prerequisite for magic. Cephala referred to FTAGN as magic, and Erebos referred to his nimbus cloud as magic, and presumably whatever Mitama was doing was magical, too! There wasn’t much connecting those three things, so what ‘magic’ meant was still unclear.
Seeing that could not ‘eat’ like Mitama did, would try to emulate Mitama’s own handing over motion to hand it back to her.
”for you?”
Monkey see, monkey do.
Base PL: 34,000 (but Antisense).
KP: 6/6 MP: 6/6 HP: 28/310%
Damage dealt to Cephala: 0%. Damage dealt to Erebos: 0%. Damage dealt to Gira: 0%. Damage dealt to Yakito: 0%. Damage dealt to Marimba: 0%. Damage dealt to Lottus: 0%. Damage dealt to Mister Steel: 0%. Damage dealt to Maxsuz: 0%. Damage dealt to Mitama: 38%.
Mitama watched with a combination of curiosity and abject horror at the sight of the cookie passing through the aberrant being known as FTAGN and returning in its whole state. So many different rationalizations for this went through Mitama's mind, that she was uncertain how to respond at first, tilting her head slightly to the side. When the cookie was handed back towards her she hesitated for a moment on whether she should take it back or not, was it still safe, or did that little voyage it went on do something to her cookie that might make it unsafe for her?
Taking the cookie with two fingers, Mitama hesitantly slipped it back into her pocket. "Mitama suddenly isn't as hungry anymore." She mused with a hesitant chuckle. Rising back to her feet, look around at the crowd, who all seemed rather bored all things considered. She couldn't blame them, snack time was boring sometimes. Mitama then suddenly points to FTAGN and asks, "Mitama wonders, Did you not come to win?" A thoughtful curiosity settled in her voice as she spoke. "Mitama had Mama and Papa bring her here so she could win!" Nodding her head, Mitama raised her hands to her sides in a fighting-ready pose.
But she lowered her stance shortly after and added curiously. "But Mitama noticed you don't fight unless Mitama does first." She spoke, recalling the few times she had tried to attack the entity, with all of them within melee range resulting in the same outcome each time. But also that she had to be the one to initiate each resulting melee as well, it was peculiar.
”FTAGN came here to learn and see stuff” said, seeming also to pick up on Mitama’s own pronoun-based speech patterns, so at least seemed to have figured out what was going on there. A second or so after Mitama did, FTAGN stood back up, though did so oddly: the legs simply straightened, without needing to bother with the middlemen we knew as ‘knees’.
As Mitama entered her fighting pose, FTAGN entered a similar one. Perhaps because FTAGN had seen a few other fighting poses by now, wasn’t exactly the same as her own. Similar, but not identical. Notably, some of those 'fighting poses' came from normal librarians scared into a corner.
”FTAGN Doesn’t know? how to Do things So Ftagn COPIED”
And Mitama has been quite helpful indeed! But FTAGN didn’t say that. Maybe because FTAGN was rude, maybe was speaking was difficult, or maybe simply lacked the right words to express thanks. But, even from such a small interaction, it represented a substantial portion of FTAGN's interaction with people, and thus held considerable weight in development as a... 'person', let's say. The speech pattern, sure, but also in temperament and the simple way held .
Nodding along, Mitama listened as the entity known s FTAGN spoke... well spoke was never quite the right words with this thing, rather piecing together a narrative from the words of many other voices intermingling incongruently. She even noticed her own voice intermingled with the mess of sounds that the creature used to generate speech. In some ways, it was an unnerving experience that made the small girl's skin crawl. And she had to wonder how anyone would get used to such a mechanism for communication, it was eerie and upsetting in so many different ways and none of those ways the young Bioandroid could put into words.
"Mitama thinks Miitama understands." She nodded some, tapping her chin with one finger. "Like how Mitama copies what Mitama sees others do in fights when Mitama gets home!" There was confidence in her voice as she spoke, nodding in affirmation to her own statement whether she was right or wrong. Pressing her hands on her hips Mitama stood proud in her understanding of the situation at hand and then tilted her head to the side in thought, wondering what that meant for this fight in particular or in how FTAGN might go about the remainder of the tournament.
The entity's question caught Mitama a little off guard, but she was not going to look a gift saibahorse in the mouth. "Mitama remembers the rules... the rules said to not step out of the ring, or you lose!" She struggled for a moment to remember the exact rule, but as it came to her she nodded and pointed to the edge of the ring. "Thas the easy way Mitama thinks." She added with a musing thought, rubbing the bandage-wrapped palm across her chin as if in deep thought, an action she emulated from her Papa's own movements.
Oh? This strange little blue-on-head patternform had similar experiences? She… was like ? FTAGN leaned forward, attentive, hearing each and every single one of these words in what was presumably rapt attention… but only presumably. ”okay” said, perhaps unsure as to whether or not Mitama’s situation actually was comparable. But was happy to listen, given some definition of ‘happy’.
But apparently could help, so, sure! That seemed a reasonable thing to want to do: it made people want to speak more, and do more, and give more interesting patterns. turned to face the outside, the audience, and the world as a whole beyond the confines of ‘the ring’.
”So if FTAGN Fail. the rules… Mitama! win!”
A ‘rule’, then, was some part of a code of conduct where, by breaking it, you could make everyone else win! This was helpful information indeed.
”Goodbye.”
Without much announcement or ceremony or even so much as a 'harrumph', FTAGN began to move closer and closer to the edge of the arena, legs not moving as legs intuitively ought to, until, after a few seconds, was there, at the very edge! A moment later, FTAGN was off the edge, out of the arena... and, a moment later, acting in correspondence with that silly 'gravity' spacetime curvature phenomenon, was on the ground.