HBFS OOC

[Brair Moss]

Don't worry! Jack and Frax'll save you!
And Kitanji's gonna cower in a corner and take all of the credit while saying, "Jolly good job, troops! I was the one who planned it, after all! Ho ho ho ho ho"
I have made too many posts in the past ten minutes for my own good. And I have to do a project on scorpions! Now I'm on their mating an' s**t.

[IanCross]

Oh, my. going through my album, and i found a perfect song for a complete loss of sanity on my part.

[Soaring Raptor]

Share. >:C

[IanCross]

If i remember correctly that song took me quite some time to find.

[Soaring Raptor]

Yike. I didnt see the link 'cause of the similar colors. My bad. ^^;

[IanCross]

Ya, my bad bout that, forgot that this collor was simmiliar to most links of the modern day. Any way, I have posted, though it is not my best.

[Soaring Raptor]

Coolio. I'll read that in a sec. Everyone needs to see this new character of mine.
My name was: N/A
My weapon has renamed us: Pyramid Head
I am an: Infected
My age is: Forever
My weapon level is: 3666
My weapon has altered me into: A giant cleaver, dubbed the great knife. The helmet appears to be part of the infection.
My weapon is capable of: ******** the s**t out of you.
Background: Pyramid Head is a manifestation of pain, agony, and sexual rage. He likes long walks on the beach, thunderstorms, and rape.
What influenced my weapon: Pyramid Head is a rapist and sadist.
I want to: Have surprise sex with everything and everyone. The Great knife may be involved.
Take a look:
Hear me out: You cannot possibly understand the rape you are about to experience.
Played by: Soaring Raptor



Note: I am Honor-Bound to play this guy if he's accepted.

(Sorry, Kat xD)

[Fashi]

Tell you what: you put him in a quaint little spot in the middle of nowhere and we'll make sure* to visit him some time

*We will never ever ever visit him.

[Soaring Raptor]

You have no sense of adventure.

And I'm a bit confused - is Ian in the same room as Lux?

[Legendary XII]

[Yevan]

OKAY NONE OF YOU SAW THAT, NONE OF YOU!! ninja

[Legendary XII]

.___.;;

[Rakusa23]

Yevan: Good evening sportsfans, and welcome to another week's episode of HBFS Brawl, where we take your most favourite (and least favourite) characters from the RP and pit them against random folks from places we dare not dream of. Mostly because our minds would implode if we did.
My name is Yevan, and with me is my co-host Rakusa. Who have we got lined up for these good folks tonight, Raku?

Rakusa: Hell yeah Yev! Tonight we got two badass scythe wielding fighters for you! Playing for Team HBFS we got Lance, the infected Doctor with a thing for stray cats! And for Team WTHE we got Marluxia, Number XI of XIII. Don't be fooled by his long pink hair and use of flowers or he'll mess you up real good!
...is it just me or are you better at introducing people Yev?

Yevan: No, I'm definitely better at it, it's why the station pays me at least twice as much as they pay you, Raku. But don't feel bad, some things just come naturally to people.
It looks like the fighters are coming into the Coliseum, and first we have the good doctor stepping in, he looks kinda nervous to me.

Rakusa: Well yeah I mean Doctor's aren't professional....*Insert massive amount of fangirl screams here* JESUS CHRIST! I think my ears are bleeding! Yevan are my ears bleeding? Tell me they aren't bleeding...

Yevan: Don't worry, man, that's just the ketchup from the hot chips we were having before the show. If you folks at home are wondering what the hell's going on, it seems that Marluxia has just walked into the Coliseum. Would you look at the luster of his hair, women would kill for hair like that, even if it's pink.

Rakusa: Oh thank god. Thought I was going to have to get hearing aids or something. Which reminds me, *Looks at a list of upcoming events* we should really ask the station for sound proof windows. Bullet proof would be nice too. *Stuffs list away* Anyways I think it takes a manly man to have hair that pink and NOT be gay...that's right people you heard it here. MARLUXIA IS NOT GAY!

Yevan: That's right, he's definitely not gay. And the insane amount of cash we have recently received has had nothing to do with us saying this. Not at all.
Anyway, it looks like the event will be starting soon, but before that I was wondering Rakusa, what did you think of that new show called "Victimize Me!" on the other channel staring our friend Kurumu? I certainly found it interesting, so interesting, I went and had a little chat with her after the show.

Rakusa: Yevan I'd advise you too keep quiet about that...

Yevan: Now, I'm not one to pry into people's private lives, their certain tastes in things like music, decor and... fashion. But... I must ask you Rakusa, why are you wearing a dress in this picture?


Rakusa: ...... 3 ......

Yevan: If it bothers you and all, I won't mention it, it's just... well...

Rakusa: ...... 2 ......

Yevan: ...and I mean, it's not like there's anything wrong with it, it's perfectly acceptable these days, and I've heard from the ladies around the office that you look quite... pretty.

Rakusa: ...... 1 ......

Yevan: In fact, I have it on good word from the ladies that in this particular picture.

You actually look quite good in stockings, it accentuates your... feminine side.

Rakusa: That's it you're ****ing dead! *Rakusa dives over the table at Yevan*

Yevan: ACK! Augh, hey, you're not supposed to-- GAH!

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"Can't believe you dragged me into this." Lance mumbled to himself as he stared around the Coliseum. "I'm a doctor, for pete's sake, I heal people, not kill them."
Inside their mind, Balorion grinned. Really? Because I remember there were quite the number of people you'v--
"They were doomed to die anyway, my research either just helped them--"
Shut it, Doc. We're not here to argue whether you'll be getting into heaven or not, because we both know that debate finished before it even started. What we're here for, is some bloodshed, and not a little carnage, no, a lot of it.
Lance sighed, figuring there was no point arguing with Balorion now that the bloodlust was dominating him. "Fine then, let's get this over with, he's all yours, Bal."
Woah, woah, don't get ahead of yourself, you're the one fighting, I don't have any business here.
"W-wha--" Lance spluttered. "But... you can't do that, I'll get killed."
I'm not your war slave, Doc. You can fight your own battles.
"But you dragge--"
Nevertheless, if you come close to death, ol' Lorion will help you out. After all, if you die, I die, and I doubt I'll be ready for that a long time.
Lance paused as he took in what was about to happen, and found a single word to accurately describe his current situation. "...s**t."
Balorion laughed, his gravel-like voice made it sound like two boulder rubbing against each other. You'll do fine, you're not that bad of a fighter, quite the schoolyard champ, if you dare to look back into your memories. A mighty defender of justice, lucky all your schoolmates are all dead, they'd be shocked to see how far you've fallen.
Lance ground his teeth, he was used to Balorion prickling him like this, but even he had his limits. "Let me show you how to really wield Lakaren. Maybe it'll shut you up for a while."
Doubt it.

Lance outstretched his right hand, revealing the watch on his wrist from underneath his coat sleeve. It glowed for a second before bursting forth in a silver sheen, that turned into a long pole, and at it's end was a single black blade, gleaming strangely from the overhead lights. Lance grabbed onto the shaft of the scythe named Lakaren as it formed, and with skill he thought he had long forgot twirled it around his fingers as if it were lighter than a feather.

"Marluxia." He called out to his opponent. "It would be best for you to back out now while you still have a chance."

It had been a long time since he had fought with his own strength rather than relying on Balorion's, but he felt his confidence grow as he started to charge towards Marluxia. He sidestepped, to the left, right, left, right, and continued this pattern as he approached. He held the blade end of the scythe down low, and tightened his grip as if he were about to swing.
Then he disappeared from Marluxia's sight as he zagged to the right, behind the man with strange hair, before he zigged to the left as he turned around in a half circle. Lance brought up the blade high and slashed diagonally across the man's exposed back.


Marluxia stood calmly as the man rushed at him. As he got closer and closer he simply extended his hand and dark enegy began to form. He swung his arm to the side and rose petals flew out of the energy which began to form into a scythe. The Graceful Assassin smiled as Lance disappeared to his left then reappeared behind him.

"Impressive but not quite good enough."

Marluixa said with a sly tongue before disappearing just before Lance swung his scythe. The only thing the doctor would be hitting today would be a bunch of rose petals. When Marluxia reappeared he was floating beside Lance. He leaned over and whispered something into Lance ear which caused a number to appear on the overhead screen above the Coliseum. Marluxia disappeared once again the reappeared on the other side.

He extended his free hand, rose petals following after it. "Fifty-eight. After you have taken fifty-eight blows from my scythe you will die. Than is presuming you don't die from my other blows." Marluxia stated as if he were talking to an underling. Suddenly he dashed forward and slammed his free hand onto the ground. Dark energy flowed from his hand and caused three red circles to begin forming on the ground.


Lance looked up at the number on the screen. "Fifty-eight hits?"
How about we show this boy how to really use a scythe. We only need a single slice.
"Don't even need to tell me once, Bal."
Lance looked back down to see Marluxia rushing forward, and he brought his scythe back up in a ready position. But then Marluxia slammed his hand into the ground, the black swirling energy that covered it disappeared and suddenly three giant blood red circles spread out until they nearly covered every inch of space in the Coliseum.
Lance was caught off guard. "What the--"
Move it! Balorion growled.

Lance legged it. Resting Lakaren across his shoulder he sprinted as fast as he could towards an empty space in the Coliseum's floor, he had almost reached the edge when the circles of red suddenly grew bright and from their centre a blast rose up from the ground. It started in the centre of the circle and grew upward and outward quickly. Lance pushed in one last burst of speed, hoping to outrun the blast only to have it catch up, lift him off the ground and slam him into the wall.
Lance laid sprawled down on the ground panting, his face hurt, his chest hurt, in fact his whole body hurt.
Get up, you fool!
Lance nodded and picked himself then his scythe up from the ground. He checked his ribcage, nothing was broken and his breathing was steady.
If you keep standing around, he'll have a chance to hit you!
"Are you worried about me, Bal?" Lance said smiling.
If you die, I die, have I not made this clear before?! Go!

Lance lifted Lakaren up high and its blade began to glow a brilliant light blue, the edge of the blade frizzled as if it was made of fire. Then Lance brought it down down behind him, dragging it across the ground till the blade rose up from the ground in a wide uppercut slash, and the brilliant blue left the blade of the scythe. The arcing blast thundered across the ground towards Marluxia.


Marluxia watched Lance run away from his circles. He raised his scythe above his head and spun it around until red flower petals began to form. At that time he slammed the end of his scythe into the ground and the dark energy was released from the blood red circles. He laughed as Lance was knocked into the wall. This fight was going to be much easier than he originally imagined. He smirked when saw Lance form blue energy around his blade. He drew back his own scythe and that same dark energy began to collect around it as well. As a fellow scythe user he knew quite well what Lance had ready for him and Marluxia made sure he was steps ahead of him. He'd show him how he got his title.

When Lance launched his blast at him he released his own but quickly disappeared then reappeared to the right, launching another. Again he disappeared and this time appeared above and to the left firing off yet another. Marluxia knew quite well that he had him on the run but he wasn't done quite yet. He disappeared in a poof of flower petals until all of his blasts had made contact with something. "Don't get cocky now boy. The fun is just beginning." Rang Marluxia's voice from absolutely nowhere, then suddenly there he was to Lance's immediate right attacking with a vicious eight slash combo.

Lance dived to the right as Marluxia's own arcing blast came from his right, rolling to soften the impact. As he knelt on the ground Lance spotted the next blast coming from above but this one he couldn't dodge. Lance gathered the residue energy back into his blade, and sweeping his scythe in a wide stroke he let off another arcing blast, the blue and the black wrapped around each other before they disintegrated together.
Panting, Lance paused to stop for a second.
To your rig---
Balorion's warning was cut off as Lance was hit once, twice, thrice and five more times. The last one sent him flying backwards and into a wall, knocking him out, and Lance's world went dark.

The counter on the screen dropped down a point with each hit, finally landing on fifty.
Then the screen fizzed, static washed over it and black lines scrolled down before the counter was pushed to one side and words in glaring red appeared on the screen.
Caution! An Infectiod has been detected in the area.
Then the screen was shattered, the pieces of the screen falling into thousands of pieces, a bone white spear sticking in the middle of it.

Balorion's eyes glowed a rich blue as he picked up Lance's body from the ground. He held out his hand, and Lakaren hovered up from the ground and into his palm. The end of the scythe's shaft glowed black before a second blade sprung out in the opposite direction to the first, revealing Lakaren's true form.

"You know, Marluxia..." Came the double voice. "You really should have listened to us earlier and backed out. But to be truthful, I'm glad that you didn't."
Balorion smiled manically, one corner of his mouth rising higher than the other, and his glowing blue eyes were wide open. He held Lakaren out and it began to spin of it's own accord, faster and faster before it seemed to turn into a silver and black gleaming disc. Wrapped around the middle of the shaft was a rope of Balorion's melted skin, tying the weapon to its master.
Balorion held the spinning scythe above him before he threw it at Marluxia, the blade whirring audibly as it cut across the air. After the first attack, Balorion took control of Lakaren through the rope of skin, and manipulating it, he swung Lakaren around slicing at Marluxia seven more times.


Well this was embarrassing. His opponent had taken the time to learn his name but Marluxia hadn't even bothered to learn his. Marluxia moved held his scythe behind his and held his free hand out in front of him. He snapped his fingers and dark energy seemed to flow out of Lan...Balorion and forming into the number fifty. "No matter what you do you can not escape your destiny. Your death."

He felt like he should have kept going but was stopped by a sudden attack from his opponent's spinning scythe. He side stepped the first and ducked under the second. Back flipping over the third he landed in a defensive position to block the fourth. For the sixth Marluxia shot a blast of flowery dark energy that knocked back the scythe. However he wasn't expecting it to make such a quick recovery and the seventh left a long line across his chest and also left a clean cut in his coat. With the eighth however Marluxia was gone and again left flower petals falling to the ground instead.

Before Marluxia even appeared again his Scythe went flying at Balorion and narrowly missed him. His goal wasn't to hit him though instead the scythe struck the ground and began to spin. Dark energy began to build at the heel of the scythe and soon it was spinning around like buzzsaw along the ground. It was now that Marluxia appeared again, mid air and with dark energy collected in both hands. He free fell towards the Coliseum floor and slammed the energy into the ground. Instead of three circles there was five circles this time. Marluxia smiled and built up more dark energy in his hand. With the circles and his buzzsaw scythe Balorion would have nowhere to go unless he really showed his stuff.


Balorion had to admire his foe, while not a totally original fighter, he was clever enough to use Balorion's own techniques against him. Of course, there's a key flaw with copying an opponent's own move, they know it's weakness. Marluxia's problem was that he used his dark energy in order to control the path of the scythe, Lakaren didn't need such a thing and could act on its own whim.

Marluxia's scythe span around the Coliseum as Marluxia spawned the dreaded red circles again, then the scythe wheeled around and came charging towards Balorion. The blades of Lakaren began to glow a shining blue as it span, and soon the disc became a blaze of white and blue. Balorion tugged the skin rope and his scythe flew back towards him, coming back into his control just as Marluxia's own scythe was about to strike. Black clashed with white and sparks flew all around like golden rain as the two deadly blades clashed with each other.

Lakaren's shaft was taking the blow of Marluxia's own scythe easily, unlike itself the other scythe had only one blade, and hardly did any damage except nick it. Lakaren suddenly changed the angle at which it span, and it knocked Marluxia's own scythe off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Balorion directed Lakaren and hit the other scythe, changing it's direction it span back towards it's own master. The blade couldn't hurt it's master, but the blow it landed on Marluxia was enough to disrupt his concentration, and the red circles retracted back into their centres before disappearing. Balorion didn't miss a beat, as soon as he redirected Marluxia's scythe he then grasped Lakaren's shaft, immediately stopping its deadly spin, and rushed up to Marluxia. After he was hit, Balorion took advantage of his foe's blunder and slashed at him three times.


Marluxia was surprised when he was struck by his own scythe. He took hold of it and twirled it around in his hand before taking his battle stance once again. It was two late however and he was hit by not one, nor two but three strikes. The Graceful Assassin hopped backwards to escape a continued onslaught and looked down at his chest. There was a total of four slashes along his coat each showing a thing red mark across his chest. Marluxia grabbed his coat by the tears and ripped it off his chest. The defining cheer from the fangirls (and some fanboys) in the stands was enough to disturb anyone. Marluxia just tossed the coat to the side then disappeared once more.

When he reappeared he was floating beside Balorion. He leaned over and whispered something in his ear again only this time he didn't disappear. A blood red circle appeared underneath Bal and Marluxia put a hand filled with dark energy over his head. It looked almost as if he was trying to control him. It was quite the opposite actually. Marluxia was actually using Balorion as a medium to create the circles. It would take quick split second thinking to be able to dodge these ones.


A split second movement barely saved Balorion from the circle that appeared underneath him. The circles were smaller now, but they were littered all around the Coliseum, exploding upward as soon as they came into existence. All Balorion could do was try to outrun the circles that formed underneath him and curse Marluxia, who was laughing as he followed Balorion in mid-air. Balorion's eyes swept the arena of the Coliseum, there was nowhere to escape, and he was sure Marluxia wasn't about to allow him to any time soon.

A thought hit Balorion and he smiled a wicked grin. He took out Lakaren, who had been riding on his shoulder, and gave it a single command, then the blades of Lakaren disappeared leaving just the pure black shaft of the scythe. Balorion tightened his gripped and struck the shaft into the ground, then he pushed his weight and inertia against the shaft, Balorion lifted himself up off the ground and using his body like a coil he sprung up with a kick to Marluxia, the blow hitting the pretty boy right on the nose and sent him flying back.

With Marluxia now clutching his bleeding nose and his concentration diverted the circles stopped appearing and Balorion landed back on the ground safely, the blades of Lakaren reappearing in a flash of silver as he landed.

"You're not bad, boy, but you don't deserve the blade you fight with. Instead of putting more faith in it, you rely on recycled tricks and copying others. Let me show you something you can't do. Something original."

Grabbing Lakaren with both hands, Balorion raised up his knee and cracked the shaft against it, and Lakaren broke in half. As Balorion spread the two halves apart a metal chain glimmered between them, connecting the two halves from the base of their break. The chain was long and continued to grow a Balorion spread the two halves away from each other. This was Lakaren's second form, the Okinawan Kusarigama.
Balorion span the Kamas (the actual scythe part of the weapon) in his hands, the Kusari (the chain) chinked against itself as it was rolled around. The Kamas became twin gleaming silver disks, and Balorion threw them towards Marluxia grabbing the kusari with both of his hands the chain extended itself as the Kamas flew up high in separate directions. With a twist to the kusari, the Lakaren Kamas flight path were redirected and they whizzed down towards Marluxia coming at him from both sides.


Marluxia watched as the two blades came racing towards him. He blacked the one blade with his scythe however the other one swept around behind him and left a long arcing cut along his back. He could hear Balorion's evil laughter as he recalled his weapons. Marluxia slowly raised his head and lifted his scythe up onto his shoulder. He took his free hand and placed it over his eyes before throwing back his head and laughing.

"You think this is it? You think this is all I have? Then you are sorely mistaken!"

As he finished his sentence the swung his arm down from his face and a huge gust of flower petals flew towards Balorion. The petals however began to mould and form into something.
Something best described as an angel of death.

Marluxia laughed again and rushed towards Balorion who made a desperate attempt to flee. The angel however raised it's scythe and Bal was frozen in place. The assassin then disappeared from sight leaving behind his trademark flower petals. He didn't even reappear when he struck Balorion with his scythe. This kept up and flower petals raised down from the sky with each slashed he made. The number above Balorion's head quickly ticked down until it struck one. At this point Marluxia appeared on the angel's head and turned away from Balorion. He tossed his ruffled hair to the side and his scythe disappeared in a mix of dark energy and petals.

"Disappear into darkness." Marluxia said and as if on command the angel stuck Balorion with the final strike.

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Rakusa: *Rakusa stands in front of an impaled Yevan who is lying on the table*
Well that sure was an action packed match wasn't it Yev?
*Rakusa walks over to Yevan and moves his mouth while obviously still talking.*
"It sure was can't wait until next week. Oh well would you look at the time!"
*Rakusa walks away from the table*
Ah you're right! Well that's it for this week folks! I'm your host Rakusa and this is my co-host Yevan
*Silence*
Yevan? Come on say somethin'.
*Crickets*
Oh fine be that way you lazy son of a *****!
*Rakusa kicks over the table*

[The Only Red Rabbit]

Epic battle was epic!
A little shocked Lancy lost though. Love those signed photos xDD

Bullets eh? I can imagine who's next.