r/whowouldwin • u/LetterSequence • Jan 15 '22
Event Character Scramble 15 Round 2: Remember Me
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After escaping some crazy dangerous circumstances, you can truly begin your quest unimpeded by ill fate. It's time to take this quest seriously. In fact, you've even gotten a hot tip from someone as you explore the various worlds.
Legends speak of an individual who, using incredible strength, will, and ideals, managed to summon Kingdom Hearts, and with its blessings, they were given the power to make all of their desires come true.
This person has been dead for a few decades now.
Your lead, immediately snatched away. But what if it wasn't? What if there was a way to speak to this figure, and gain their knowledge? There is. You only need to visit...
Tierre de la Muerte
The Land of the Dead. The resting place of all spirits, for people to remember until they can't any longer. The living aren't supposed to be here, and yet you venture onwards anyway. Your goal is simple. Find this legend, learn anything you can about Kingdom Hearts, and leave well rewarded.
Unfortunately, things aren't that simple. For this land holds a special rule. All those who remain in this land when the sun rises become permanent residents. What does this mean for your team? Instant death.
It may be midnight now, but with no clue where to start looking, another team lurking somewhere else in this world (potentially looking to get that same information before you, potentially looking to entrap you in this world), and the dead around you quite uneased by your presence, you fear the dawn will arrive faster than you anticipate. Better get a move on!
Scramble Rules
That’s Sora, Donald, and Goofy Too!: Every participant this season received three characters on their team, but many of them might not be a household name. To aid with readability, please give a brief summary of your characters, with enough information so the average reader can get excited for your team before starting.
Let Your Heart Be Your Guiding Key: Your write up will depict a scenario where your team is the victor. Even if your team has a one in a million chance of overcoming the odds, show what they’d need to do to come out on top against the challenge in front of them!
Unlocking Limit Form: Writers are allowed to make changes to their characters in their narrative to fit their story, such as allowing power stealers to gain more powers, teaching martial artists new techniques, or having characters gradually grow in strength between rounds. However, you are not beholden to following what your opponent is doing. When facing another team, you are only required to write their characters as they were submitted. This is to help with ease of research, and make things more fun for both sides.
Round Rules
Guest Starring: The Living Dead! The guest is a denizen of this underworld, which means they've been dead for a while now. How does that look? Are they a vengeful spirit destined to keep you here past sunrise for intruding on their world? A spirit animal that helps guide you where you need to go? In fact, is the legend, the person you're looking for, the guest themselves? There's a decent variety of options here, so go with what fits your run best!
Setting: Preparing for the Day of the Dead, this world is a sight to behold. Skeletons walk around as people would on cobblestone roads, the houses begin decrepit, but as you venture deeper, grow more rich, more ordained, into grand mansions for the famous, the elite, the remembered. The colors of the various plazas, vibrant neon greens and pinks. Stands placed on every corner to sell some trinket or another. Music blares as you walk, festive Spanish songs played by the residents that celebrate life, and of course, death. In a land this big, it'll be like finding a needle in a haystack. May as well enjoy the sights while you're looking around.
Key Points: The key points of the round are the following. Your team is looking for a "dead" person to gain information from them on how to attain their overall goal, while the other team is trying to stop you, or gain that information before you. This quest for information has a time limit. The guest must figure into this in some way.
Post Limit: For this round, writers will be limited to 8 posts, or 80k characters. While it is fine to go a little bit over, anything that far surpasses this limit will be automatically disqualified. This limit does not include intro posts, or analysis of the matchup. Use your best judgement, if you think your story is too long for the round, it probably is.
Due Date: Write ups will be due at 10PM EST on January 30th. That’s slightly over two weeks, so manage your time well!
Flavor Suggestions
People Die When They Are Killed: Perhaps your story isn't fantastical in nature, and speaking to a long dead person is out of the cards. As some suggested alternatives, the death could be metaphorical. Perhaps the person you're looking for is only presumed dead and changed their identity, or they're a hero who has long since retired, their other identity being "dead" in a sense. There’s plenty of ways to weave the theme of death into the story without getting literal, so get creative!
Chain of Memories: In the actual film, "Coco," the spirits exist in this world as long as someone remembers them. Is there anyone your team members lost in their past that they cared for? How would they react to the possibility of seeing them again? Would they even want to see them again?
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u/7thSonOfSons Jan 30 '22
“Weapons Left!”
Franky pointed his hand cannon at Decade. “Get a taste of this!”
A flash of light and heat exploded from his arm, taller than Franky and wider than two Frankys. So great was the force that Franky himself was forced back a few steps as a cannonball tore through the air right for Decade’s chest. The resulting BOOM launched dust and debris high into the air. But when it cleared, Franky’s cybernetic stomach dropped.
Decade held the cannonball in his diamond-crushing grip. He tossed it over his shoulder like trash, the resulting explosion framing his magenta armour in oranges and reds.
“I’ve had better,” he said. “I’m not sure how your world has survived this long. A ‘Battle Franky’ is a sorry excuse for a Kamen Rider. Let me be the one to teach you.”
Decade produced a card and slid it through his belt.
Attack Ride: SLASH
Red light converged at his palm and took the form of a sword. A pitch black blade with a gleaming metal point. A heated trail followed its path as he flourished before crossing the battlefield.
Kamen Rider Decade moved so quickly, he appeared to be moving slowly. His own afterimages appeared to struggle to keep up with him. But he arrived all the same, and brought his sword down in a lethal stroke.
But his blade did not find its mark. It met its equal in the form of a blue star tattoo. Franky smirked from behind his forearm, which had now expanded to a wide disk. “Heh, Star Shield. Don’t think you’re topping this week’s Franky so easily!”
Decade’s face was obscured, but his grunt of frustration carried more than enough understanding. He flipped his grip and ground the edge of his sword down Franky’s shield like a saw.
Franky’s grin turned to a grimace as the blade seared his skin. He pulled his shield arm back and threw a punch with the other. “Yeowch! That’s still my arm, jerk!”
The strike was deflected by Decade’s Slash. The same hand that held the sword crashed into Franky’s pointed jaw hard enough to flatten it. He was launched into the air, where the following kick sent Franky hurtling down the street. He ricocheted off walls, smashed through street signs, and ultimately cratered through the building at the end of the street.
“That’s the point,” said Decade.
The street remained silent for a few seconds, before a second hole blasted in the wall of the building, and out stepped Franky. Although only his back could bruise, Franky was fairly certain after that kick, his back was a bruise. He grabbed his jaw and was shocked to find it dull and flattened.
“At least I didn’t make it out of glass,” he said softly. He sucked in a deep breath, pulling the leaves off the nearby bushes. “Overhaul Flex!” He tightened every muscle in his body at once. Any dust and rubble on his body was sent flying off and into the sky. Even his chin popped back into its signature edge.
Once more photogenic, he surveyed the battlefield. There, a menacing pink shape at the end of the road, was The Destroyer. Franky checked his brain for options. And the truth slowly dawned on him.
He had so many options. But so many of them were useless! Even his Weapons Left had done nothing but make Decade look cooler than he already did. Winning a super hentai clash was about more than transformations, or selling toys, or even being the strongest. If Franky was going to save the world, there was only one answer.
He had to be the most awesome.
Franky grinned and opened his stomach. Who said a trip to the bar wasn’t a tactical advantage? He had all the power he could need. He pulled out a cold one and shot it down his throat in a single gulp. Then, Franky dropped down into a sprinters stance, and his lower body began to swell.
Decade raised his sword, and swiped another card through his belt.
Attack Ride: BLAST
His sword was now a gun. A fact which irked Franky deep in his soul. Decade fired off a number of blasts down the street right on target. It mattered little. Franky grinned as his frame shook with power.
”Coup de Boo!”
All the pressure in Franky’s speedo was released in an instant, and he flew down the street like a rocket. No, like a shooting Starr. The wake of his passing was so mighty as to throw up a cloud of dust as he pulled in the debris left from Decade’s kick.
Franky felt his lips peeling as he flew. His shirt and even his skin were starting to smoke as friction whipped around his body. Decade’s shots were like pebbles thrown into a hurricane. The dust cloud grew closer and closer, until it was millimeters from Decade.
But there was no Franky. No hit. No ‘boom’. Instead when the dust cleared, there in the middle of the street, constructed of brick and twigs and garbage was a staircase into the air. Decade cast his gaze upward only to see that there- THERE was Franky. Dropping through the air with one leg extended.
“Uahahaha~! VICTORY KICK!”
And with that, his most awesome triple-combination attack, he smashed Decade into the floor. His body lie unmoving. Franky put his hands on his hips, tilted his head at just the right angle, and smiled at the sky. This would be the moment they made statues of. How the Battle Franky upheaved the Kamen Rider.
“Impressive,” said Kamen Rider Decade. He stepped out from behind Franky’s staircase, sword in hand, unhurt. Then he unleashed his most devastating blow, and said the only thing cool enough as to completely deflate any hope Franky had of victory.
“Unfortunately, that was only my Attack Drive: ILLUSION.”
Franky dropped to his knees as Decade approached. He had lost. Kamen Rider’s sword came down swiftly, and found… nothing.
“It would appear I arrived right on time.”
Franky had been yanked out of certain death by one man. One glorious, pale man in golden armour. Seeing his friend Karna’s face cast against the sunlight, it filled Franky with determination more potent than any cola.
Karna readied his spear, and stepped ahead of Franky. He was ready to face The Destroyer.