✤ ─── (〝 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 !! 〞) ➝ ᴀ:ᴛʟᴀ

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congratulations! this is your formal invitation to the twelfth ann
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for the uninitiated, the pbrc is a twelve week program dedicate
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f-season, which allows real coaches and players to volunteer th
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y have sharp eyes for raw talent. promising attendees may also
be drafted into existing pro-bending teams, so it is in your best
interest to work harder than you ever have before. if you give i
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every year, twelve benders—three of each element—are selecte
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the first few weeks are spent frequently shuffling teams, allowi
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please be sure to post all forms on the discussion thread. i will
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equest more time. .✤. you may have up to 2 characters. .✤. i
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short post than nothing at all, because i'd like to keep things ac
tive. just do what you can! .✤. on that note, please don't join
just to disappear. i'll be fairly lenient as long as you keep me in
formed, but if i feel like it's not working out, i may contact you
about re-opening your slot(s). .✤. please only use animanga fc
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───── THE BIG NAME ─────

the younger sibling of a very wi
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name has a lot of eyes on them.
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KESUK .✤. 20
───── THE TRICKSTER ─────

sly and arrogant, the trickster s
till has a lot to learn about spor
tsmanship and teamwork. they
take cheap shots and use dirty
tricks, even illegal moves such
as using a bit of ice (but only i
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TSUKASA .✤. 20
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s, the glue can hold a team tog
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but someone has to do it, accor
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────── THE QUIET ──────

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rnament, the quiet was part of
a team with the outgoing. they
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harge, and they're a little worri
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they were a bit of a bully in the
ir youth, but found that pro-ben
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anger issues. still rather hothea
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being surrounded by so much pa
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an incredible bender, but they're
not sure if this is truly what they
want to do with their life. they'r
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bossy and dominant, the leader
strives to earn the respect of ot
hers so that they will willingly b
e followed. they do have good i
deas, but they also need to lear
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originally from a team with the
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xxxxxxit was day one. the doors opened at nine in the morning. as each bender arrived, they were shown to the dormitory to deposit their belongings and instructed to head to the gymnasium afterwards. "orientation starts at ten," natsumi had reminded each of them, in a tone that sounded more like a warning. "you're free to look around until then, but do not be late."

xxxxxxthus, when the hour rolled around, all twelve benders (hopefully) found themselves seated in the bleachers next to the arena. it wasn't as impressive as the big one used by the league in the heart of republic city; it lacked the inherent dramatic touch that came with being suspended a hundred feet over a dark pool of water. this one was raised a mere ten feet instead, and those who were knocked out would be caught by thick, padded mats instead of water. the seating, too, was less extensive, only being present on one side of the arena as opposed to wrapping around it entirely. a large screen stretched across the wall on the other side of the arena, blank for the time being.

xxxxxxthe three main instructors entered at ten am sharp, walking over to the edge of the arena, where a small platform lifted them up, allowing them to stand in the ring itself as they faced the twelve benders. most of the orientation went off without a hitch. basic comments like "you were all chosen for a reason" and "these next twelve weeks will be some of the hardest, most rewarding of your lives" and "we can't wait to see how each of you grow and develop" padded the space in between other bits of basic information, until finally, renshu clapped his hands together with a sense of finality and stepped forward, grinning broadly.

xxxxxx"anyway, that's enough of that," he said. "no time to waste! boring you to death on the first day isn't going to get you anywhere. let's pick up the pace!"

xxxxxxnatsumi stepped forward beside him, arms crossed. "we're going to start with a one-v-one tournament. the pairs have already been randomly decided. one round each, single elimination style, until we get to the top three; we'll switch to double elimination for them to keep the number of fights as fair as possible."

xxxxxx"pro-bending is a team game," renshu continued, "but most of you don't know each other yet. we could throw you into teams right now, but doing it this way gives you a chance to watch each other first. get a sense of fighting styles, of what you'll be up against--and what you'll be working with."

xxxxxx"don't waste this opportunity. you won't remember everything about everyone, but it's in your best interest to analyze what you can. learning about each other will help you synergize later, in the case of teammates, and identify weaknesses, in the case of opponents." natsumi flicked a few strands of hair over her shoulder. "both are important. in a real match, you might have to do it on the fly, so consider this a courtesy."

xxxxxxrenshu nodded. "way more fun than a standard icebreaker, right? besides, draws in pro-bending are decided by one-v-one matches. this is an important type of fight to know how to take, too. if you're chosen for a tiebreaker, your team will be depending on you." he grinned again. "but teamwork will come later. for now, just show us what you've got!"

xxxxxxfinally, the third instructor, tulok, joined the other two. he held a small tablet, and after renshu finished speaking, he swept his hand across the tablet's surface. the much larger screen on the wall behind them glowed to life, revealing the outline of a tournament bracket. with another tap from tulok, the first two portraits faded into view on the screen.

xxxxxx"the first match will be between akiho and jun," he announced.

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NAME. akiho (秋炎) katsumi (勝美) ` POWER. firebender ` ROLE. the leader ` TAG(S). all in gym?

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xxxxxxxxnine am sharp. akiho had been standing outside since 8:30 am. perfection was a must and that included being on time. when the doors did open, she and the others who cared to show up at 9 am were ushered inside the building. one by one they were dropped off into their rooms and instructed to be at orientation by 10. aki took the time to unpack her belongings, putting sheets and a blanket on the bed, laptop on the desk adjacent to the bed, books stacked on top of one another neatly and placed on the bedside table. she slipped her clothes into the drawers then and started on the bathroom. unpacking everything took 55 mins with 5 minutes to spare. 5 minutes?! she panicked briefly before flying out of her dorm, fiddling with the key she was given to lock it then. she made it at 9:59 exactly. impressive, if she weren't basically late.
xxxxxxxxthe blonde took a seat on the bleachers, surveying the gymnasium in the meantime. it wasn't even comparable to the real thing but a decent compromise. instead of water they had mats and the platform was much, much shorter in height. disappointing but all the more motivation to come out on top and make it into the league. their instructors were right on time, yet again, and man was the firebending teacher a sight for akiho's sore eyes. she didn't need to worry about not having her attention because she had all of it. an ear-splitting grin fixed its way onto her face when she started speaking. much to akiho's chagrin she was interrupted by another one of the coaches. she sat up straighter and listened. one round each, randomly paired, single elimination... easy enough. she wouldn't go underestimating anyone quite yet but she was most definitely confident in her abilities.
xxxxxxxxthe screen came to life and not long after her image besides an unfamiliar but beautiful woman was shown. akiho stood, long legs carrying her down the stairs that parted the bleachers and presenting herself.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx( cold-blooded fire bender ) ( mood; disinterested ) ( tags; na ) ( mentions; group ) ( 866 )
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indentThe early morning rays peeking through the thick forest signalled the start of a new day. The fog that lay thick on the forest path started to stir as a shirtless figure made his way through the forest. Heavy breathing and heavy footsteps disturbed the peace of the quiet forest. The birds and small creatures becoming silent. The presence of the jogger threatening those around him. Nothing dared to walk out infront of the male-his aura thick and full of unjust rage. His eyes narrow and void off emotion. Blankly staring as he continued the, rather fast, jog through the peaceful forest. His mind clouded with the events of the day. On a normal day he'd continue his jog for another two miles, making an even six. But today was no ordinary day. No. He had places to be. Important places.

indentIt didn't take long for Kaz to get cleaned up and ready for the day. It would've gone faster if it wasn't for his mother staring him down. Her turquoise eyes watching his every move. He had to actually stop and think about his movements. He could very easily tick his mother off with one simple action-but he didn't do that. Not on a day like today. He had more important issues to worry about. So after twenty painful minutes, mostly of the red-head making sly comments towards her son-the fire bender was packed and out of his house. His blank expression never changing once. It was something he inherited from his mother. He lacked outward expressions. Unless it was rage or fury. That was the one emotion that never failed to reveal itself. It was easy.

indentA soft breeze brushed Kaz's two tones hair fluffed up before falling down flat in his face-covering the tops of his eyes. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his vision. It only worked for a few moments before the wind came back. He let out an agitated grunt before shoving past some of the other bends at the door. He didn't have time for these lower benders around him. He had to rise to the top and get onto a pro-bending team. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't. He shook the thought off as the older benders before him gave them instructions on what to do. Go to the dorms, put your stuff away, and be back to the main gym by ten. Kaz simply let out a huff before making his way to the dorms. An expressionless face but his eyes. There was constantly a swirling storm in them. One that was dark and deep. It was a drastic change to his face. His face was soft, often with a scowl on it, but his eyes held another level of emotion to them.

indentThe room was small, but it was bigger than his room at home. It held the essentials-a bed, desk, dresser, and a closet. He let out scoff before simply dropping his two bags-a black backpack and a duffle bag, onto the floor near his bed. He had time to unpack and get his stuff out-but he didn't bother. He didn't know what the day had in store for him and he couldn't risk unpacking and losing focus. So the only thing he did was get out the clothes he had prepared for today. They were simple. Tight workout clothes. A white long-sleeved shirt, black leggings, and his bending shoes. Without batting an eye the fire bender left his dorm and stormed his way down the hallway and to the large room. It was nothing prepared to the real thing. It lacked the same, pizazz, as the real stadium. Kaz rolled his eyes before sitting down farther up in the stands-only a few seats up-and letting his feet rest on the seats below him.

indentIt didn't take long for the rest of the students to file in. Then finally as the clock struck ten three benders came in. They were their mentors. Kaz watched as the three came walking to the students-his eyes following the last of the three. Judging by his apparel and overall look he could guess he was a water bender. He let out a soft smirk before listening to what the other two, rather chatty, mentors had to say. A 1v1 tournament? That would be good. It would be a nice way to show off their individual skills. It would definitely allow for Kaz to pummel his opponent and show everyone just how strong he was. His thoughts dispersed as the water-bender mentor Kaz had been watching earlier spoke up. With a flick of his wrist, a screen flew up and displayed the randomized matchups. The fire bender found his name second-against someone named Tatsuya. He raised a brow as the name didn't sound familiar. He took a moment to see if his dual-colored eyes could pick up on his opponent. But, as he predicted, he couldn't find anything. So he reverted his attention to a female that stood up and started to make her way to the field. He quirked an eyebrow before crossing his arms and letting himself lean back.

[rex.]

𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚒 ────── 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐
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(mood) - eager xx(tags) - open xx(mentions) - allxx(loc.) - gymxx(wc) - 607xx

tabThe morning light slipping through the curtains cast down onto the white-haired boy's face. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up and made his way out
of bed. Getting dressed into some athletic clothes, consisting of a white tight-fitting long sleeved shirt under a plain black t-shirt and some flexible pants, before grabbing a snack to eat on his way. Yori conjured up a small air current to make himself lighter and agile, his walking seeming more like a run. Sure he had the time to spare, but where was the fun in waiting around when the future awaits?

tabThe airbender arrived a little later than he had intended, stopping a few times on the way getting distracted by one thing or another, but the time was still reasonable; reading 8:45. Sill satisfied with himself, Yori waited the next few minutes waiting for 9 o'clock to roll around. Once it was finally time, he followed the guide around the place, each person being dropped off at their respective dorms. As his dwelling came up, Yori broke off from the rest of the remaining group so that he could put his stuff down.

tabPulling off the two dufflebags that were criss-crossed across his back, the young bender began to unload. Normally he would procrastinate and leave his stuff packed up for pretty much the rest of time, but he got bored waiting and figured he might as well. Neatly putting the folded clothes away along with everything else he brought, Yori flopped down on the bed. The room was small, but that didn't bother Yori. Nothing ever did. He found the good in everything, and this time he thought the small room was cozy. Less space meant less space to clean which was a huge win for him. Cleaning was so boooring.

tabYori began to make his way to the gym at around 9:50, leaving time to travel and find a seat. He walked into the large room a few minutes later, taking in his new surroundings. The gymnasium wasn't exactly as cool as the real deal but that was to be expected. The boy walked up the bleacher and took a seat in the third row. The supreme view point, at least in his opinion. Close enough to see the details, and not too close as to get rocks in your eyes. Crossing his legs slightly, Yori rest his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand.

tabThe instructors walked in right on time, the three of them standing on the platform in front of the trainees. Yori listened along to what they were saying, his interest especially piqued at the mention of one-v-ones. A match right off the bat? This would be a good time to see what his potential teammates were like, and ow they fought. His other leg bouncing with excitement, the airbender looked to the screen; his silvery eyes scanning the screen for his name. He would be facing off near the end of the first bracket against a guy named Kesuk.

As an instructor, who Yori assumed to be an earthbender based off his appearance, messed with a tablet in his hands, two images came onto the larger screen. The first contenders. Both looked to be worthy adversaries, only fueling Yori's excitement. As one of them took the stage, a tall blonde lady, the young airbender looked around the room. Everyone here looked extremely capable, but most were hardly familiar. With a small grin on his face, he turned his attention back to the platform eager to see the match begin.

[amithethird]

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◐ Kesuk
⬤ waterbender - the trickster
◑ location: training arena
〇 tagged: yori
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This shouldn't be that big of a deal.

They've fought in so many tournaments in their life - some of which were far more brutal than any pro-bending match has ever gotten - and whether they make it or not in this bootcamp for champion-wannabes probably doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Could they make more money as a pro-bender than an illegal street fighter? Yes. But are they making it ok as is? Also yes. If they fail here, the only thing they'll be losing is some anonymity and the chance to send extra money their mom's way.

This shouldn't be that big of a deal.

And yet, they can't help but feel the tiniest bit nervous as they arrive at the arena that's going to be their home for the next several weeks.

For one thing, everyone else around them seems much more...clean. Not literally, of course, but clean in the sense that no one else seems to give off that sense of roughness they've grown used to, running with crowds in Republic City's underworld. Maybe some of them are good at hiding it, but regardless, Kesuk can't help but think they might be alone in that respect. They wonder if it's obvious to the others that they don't really belong here, but almost as soon as the thought surfaces, they push it back down. What does it matter if they stand out or not? It's not like they came here to make friends.

They don't pay the others much mind as they make their way to their dorm. The room is small, but nicer than they were expecting. Given all the strange, often unpalatable places they've slept over the years, they'd have to be a complete idiot to complain about these particular accommodations. Besides, how much are they actually going to be here when there's so much to do during the day? Speaking of which.

They drop their coat and scarf on the bed and look through their things for something more suited for sparring. They can't imagine they'll be doing anything else in the gym of all places, even if it's just warm-ups or some other simple exercise. Whatever it is, they hope it's not too slow. Otherwise this'll get really boring really fast.

Kesuk briefly debates about whether or not to cover up their tattoos - would those send a positive or negative first impression to the instructors, whose opinions will likely factor heavily into whether or not they get chosen for a pro-bending team? - but in the end they decide they don't care. They huff quietly to themself as they pull on a tank top. Only been here a few hours and already they're worrying about pro-bender politics.

Didn't you already tell yourself that you weren't going to worry about that crap?

They head down to the gym and file in with the rest of the competitors, taking in the modest sized arena as they find a seat in near the top of the bleachers. The place is certainly cleaner than the rings they're used to fighting in - literally this time. There's a lot more open space and better lighting. That might take some getting used to, but it's not anything they can't handle. They pause their train of thought to listen to the instructors' opening speeches. 1v1 tournie right off the bat, huh. This'll be interesting.

Their eyes flick over to the board where the faces of the first two contestants are projected, followed by a smaller list of the other match-ups. They find their name near the bottom. 'Kesuk vs Yori.'

Yori...That name is familiar. Why is that familiar?

They frown as they remember. Oh. Right. Yori.

Can't be the same Yori, though. There's thousands of people in this city. There's got to be a few Yoris running around, right?

Even so, their curiosity is piqued, and they start scanning the crowd, ignoring the blonde girl, Aki, as she struts to the front, obviously not worried about losing this particular match. There are plenty of unfamiliar faces among the group of twelve, but they do spot one that they recognize directly in front of them. It's been four years since they last saw each other, but Kesuk would recognize that dye job anywhere.

They slide quietly from their spot in the back down to the next set of bleachers and fall into place next to Yori.

"Didn't think I'd see you here, Breezy."

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⫸ Song
⫸ airbender - the studious
⫸ location: training arena
⫸ tagged: open
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This bootcamp couldn't be off to a better start in Song's opinion. The decision to start off with 1v1 matches is the perfect opportunity to study her competition, and she looks forward to seeing what the others are capable of, especially since there are so many new faces around her. She's never met any of these people, though she has heard of a few of them. The girl she'll be up against, for one, seems familiar. If she remembers correctly, she has a family member who's already a regular in the pro-bending scene. That'll be interesting, especially if the skill runs in the family. She's been itching for a good match. It's been so long since she's had the chance to spar with someone, and in all her years airbending, she's never had the chance to spar against a professional. Sure, none of her fellow competitors are professionals, persay, but she's fairly sure they know more about the sport of pro-bending than any of her cousins. These people have to know what they're doing on some level, otherwise they wouldn't be here.

She takes off her glasses and puts them in their case, glad that she thought to bring her goggles with her to the gym. No sense giving her opponent an easy advantage by leaving her regular glasses on where they could easily be knocked off her face. Whether she wins or loses her match, she wants to give everyone a solid first impression of her capabilities, and that doesn't mean being rendered blind within the first few seconds of the match.