~&#xTh;e Ones Denied Of Fate%~ (Dirk = Gone >.<)

[Brandan Cromartie]

Dirk Graves

+Dirk's kick met the air, the upward motion vertical motion of his leg continuing in an undisturbed manner. Dirk's emerald green eye light up the MOMENT the man dodged the kick and swirved to his right.

Perfect

It was now time to put the style of the Dread Fist into action. Considering Dirk already had an impressive amount of body motion, mostly from his lower half, rising upwards, Dirk performs a 180 degree somersault, literally inverting his entire body. As the man's knifehand skwered the air towards his right side, Dirk's right hand performs a "waiter's check", not only parrying the blow, but deflecting it as well. Although the strike was deflected, Dirk felt a small amount of pressure - this guy wasn't THAT bad. Considering the man was already off balance due to his swift movments, and the deflection probably didn't help his status much, Dirk takes the PERFECT oppertunity to attack the un-balanced man. While in mid-somersault, Dirk chambers both legs, and fires out a rather devastating kick...A hurricane kick. With the aided centrifigul motion of not only his torso, but his legs as well, this stomping technique, aimed to crush the man's entire backside, would surley send this man to the bottom of Davey Jones' Locker. All the while Dirk performed this amazing attack, his emerald green eye NEVER left the man's initial torso, nor did he show any signs of expression. If this man was going to attempt to beat him, he would have to think of another way, close combat was obviously not the answer+

Tsk tsk...

Yes he had lost ballence which game him the easily obvious ability to roll forward when he had missed to attempt to face his opponent; he never saw nor felt the kick in that action since after the defelction he simply rolled on his right shoulder. Looking at the dent in the floor there was probably some force in that "waiter's check" which would explain why his hand felt a twinge; of course now was the time to really tear into this since the man would hopefully be on the ground by now. Eyes closed, he began humming, and with his humming the water began to churn, the boat began to reverberate, and the glass on shore for a slight distance began to shake as well; it would burst within a few seconds if this kept up.

Eyes opened he wasted no time; he just hummed as a moonsalt was preformed in hopes of getting behind his opponent and delivering a decisive blow, but then again the humming... If anyone could hear it their eardrums would eventually burst and the brain might even hemmorage ( IknowIspelledthatwrongleavemebe!)... For some reason his eyes were frantically trying to locate the man, and locked on once they did...

His own body would shatter eventually if that humming didn't stop, as well as alot of other things; for he was singing a song of creation...

[Dyne Tazon]

OOC: OH SHIZZAAAM! Niggums is fighting hardbodeh

[-_- Kichiro Oda -_-]

The waving of the staff and the Aetherial stream around the ship was set to balance, no waves or anything which traveled on the universal transitional medium being out of wack. The boat and atmosphere were sound and safe again through the help of the local wizard.

"It's not nice to mess with nature's water."

Peregrinus would speak, leaning on his staff. No humming outside what a normal human could hum would be heard.

[Brandan Cromartie]

Peregrinus A. Tergiversat

The waving of the staff and the Aetherial stream around the ship was set to balance, no waves or anything which traveled on the universal transitional medium being out of wack. The boat and atmosphere were sound and safe again through the help of the local wizard.

"It's not nice to mess with nature's water."

Peregrinus would speak, leaning on his staff. No humming outside what a normal human could hum would be heard.

[Complete Interrupt]

The wizard would be astonished when nothing occured because assuming this was magic which also was the "unexplained naturally occuring phenomena" it too had sequences and ways in which it worked since it worked in the natural and just changed the natural.

Brandan's sequencing would notice the change and of course amplify his own attack by creating a severe resonance between the magical energies which were trying to work and the actual sequence of his own design. This being said once released the "Magic Frequency" or "Phenomena" was no longer actually under his control; just like when a mage makes fire even though he can control the size and temperature he cannot control "temperature" itself in all aspects and how it responds to any target.

In short, his attack was negated by resonance.

[Lykaios Theta]

Near the Beowulf, a young woman sat crosslegged on the docks, leaning back against a broken post. Crew members of nearly every sort running past her without even bothering to spare her a glance. Long tendrils of red hair danced from the wind at her back, as eyes stared vacantly into the waters. A century ago she would have been terrified of being this near to the ocean without the assurance that someone would keep her from drowning. Having changed her clothing at her "base camp" a while ago, she was no longer wearing the bloodied uniform of a soldier, but what appeared to be a long, fitted dark red dress, the skirts divided to allow for easy movement. Silver trimmed the gown, as well as a strange design near the outer right thigh. The dark color of the dress seemed to contrast the obvious paleness of the woman. In just her bare feet, the woman looked odd and out of place. Definitely not one meant for the seas. Even as her amethyst coloured eyes stared out at the ocean waves, she knew that. A soft sigh escaped parted lips.

[Dirk Graves]

+Dirk sighs, Dirk glances around his ship, and grits his teeth...Oh how easy it would be to do away with this man, that is if he only could. You see, Dirk didn't want to do any damage to the Beowulf, his melee attacks had already broken planks, torn sails, and even put holes in his ship. Dirk sighs....Performing at even 10% of his maximum would result in the ship's total destruction. This man WAS pissing him off though, and he wouldn't allow that any longer. As the man attempts the moonsault, Dirk skid's backwards, creating a 12 foot distance between the two+

"Are we DONE yet? If you wish to continue, I would rather beat your a** on more...stable...ground"

+Dirk's emerald green eye glances over to the docks, a familiar aura was emitting from the distance, but he didn't know who or what it was. Just as his eye drifted away it kept his opponent in view....You see, Dirk's eye can see in many more directions then one, how many? Well, let's not go there right now+

[Lykaios Theta]

Turning her head ever so slightly, the young woman's eyes fell upon the Beowulf. The scent of the man from before hitting her head on. It was familiar yes, but she couldn't recall what she had called him. The God of the Pale Eclipse, yes, but that surely wasn't his name. For some reason or another she had a harder time remembering things such as this. Grabbing hold of the broken post she leaned against, she pulled herself up into a standing position, and dusted the dress off. Wolfish ears twitched as a sudden gust of wind hit her. Growling softly, she only now seemed to hear the ruckus aboard the ship. Whatever was going on, she might've helped if it wasn't for the strange nagging feeling she had in the back of her head. It was perhaps instinct to turn and leave this place behind, for it seemed to slip her mind that the God of the Pale Eclipse was a demon hunter.

However, her subconcious remembered this well, making her feel extremely uneasy for reasons she couldn't decipher. Growling in a frustrated manner, the wolfish woman's hands clenched into fists, and the earth beneath her quaked for only a moment before she calmed down. There was obviously an underwater fissure nearby with a tap to a stream of magma not far away. Convenient if she wanted to attack, but she'd rather not make enemies. Turning her back to the ship, she closed her eyes, and left, her movements so graceful it appeared she glided across the land instead of walking. And perhaps that was the case; perhaps she was merely a ghost or wandering soul.

((would stay longer but I have a concert that's mandatory for me to attend. x.x See you Dirkie ;P ))

[Dirk Graves]

((Bye! Come back tonight ^_^))

[Brandan Cromartie]

Dirk Graves

+Dirk sighs, Dirk glances around his ship, and grits his teeth...Oh how easy it would be to do away with this man, that is if he only could. You see, Dirk didn't want to do any damage to the Beowulf, his melee attacks had already broken planks, torn sails, and even put holes in his ship. Dirk sighs....Performing at even 10% of his maximum would result in the ship's total destruction. This man WAS pissing him off though, and he wouldn't allow that any longer. As the man attempts the moonsault, Dirk skid's backwards, creating a 12 foot distance between the two+

"Are we DONE yet? If you wish to continue, I would rather beat your a** on more...stable...ground"

+Dirk's emerald green eye glances over to the docks, a familiar aura was emitting from the distance, but he didn't know who or what it was. Just as his eye drifted away it kept his opponent in view....You see, Dirk's eye can see in many more directions then one, how many? Well, let's not go there right now+

"Yeah." A smile came upon Brandan's face and he shrugged; the ship "repaired" itself though in truth it was some sort of trick with his frequencies which did it; he rubbed the back of the head and laughed. "Maybe next time you will harm me yes?"

The boat stopped rocking and well he just continued towards his goal in the world, which was no place really; he had no home. Nothing like messin' with people though right? Right. Hands in pockets he simply and calmly walked by Dirk, no speed or hurry in his step, as if casually saying "You're no match for me." with that smile which never faded.

Either way, the ship wouldn't come apart and the humming had stopped sometime before this moment. Perhaps this "peasent" might actually give this Dirk person a run for his money some other time; for the time being it was just a matter of walking off the ship.

Once on the dock the pirate probably would never notice that one bag was missing; as well as a fwe medicines and other things; master thieves never tell how they attained the items they steal though. That was the entire gig, to rob a pirate, and with a final wave while the bag was hanging over his shoulder he turned and walked off into the city.

Next time the "mortal" wouldn't hold back. Maybe. That is if anyone on this planet could even begin to handle him.

[Dirk Graves]

+Watching the man fade away, Dirk couldn't help but laugh. Laugh his a** off. Sure, the man had stolen some stuff, but Dirk had stolen his information. Dirk's eye did more then see xd . Dirk stands on the deck, and begins punching the air lightly before taking a drag of his cig+

[Lenne Misao]

Lenne appeared as from no where and at this moment in time she did not seem too happy, walking about the decks she looked about to see who was around but it did seem rather quiet at this present moment in time.

"Hmm...."

Her long brown hair blowed freely in the breeze as she come to astop on the deck.

[Dirk Graves]

+Dirk glances over to Lenne and smiles lightly+

"Hey!!! Get yer a** ova here!"

+Dirk laughs lightly then proceeds to walk over to her, his hands in his pockets+

"Sup?"

[Lenne Misao]

Turning to him she gave a small smile and watched as he walked over to her, standing there her hands hung down by her curved sides.

"I'll tell you what's up...that wizard turned me into a human.."

She looked at him with soft brown eyes and waited to hear what he had to say, he probably would laugh about the situation.

[-_- Kichiro Oda -_-]

Brandan Cromartie

Peregrinus A. Tergiversat

The waving of the staff and the Aetherial stream around the ship was set to balance, no waves or anything which traveled on the universal transitional medium being out of wack. The boat and atmosphere were sound and safe again through the help of the local wizard.

"It's not nice to mess with nature's water."

Peregrinus would speak, leaning on his staff. No humming outside what a normal human could hum would be heard.

[Complete Interrupt]

The wizard would be astonished when nothing occured because assuming this was magic which also was the "unexplained naturally occuring phenomena" it too had sequences and ways in which it worked since it worked in the natural and just changed the natural.

Brandan's sequencing would notice the change and of course amplify his own attack by creating a severe resonance between the magical energies which were trying to work and the actual sequence of his own design. This being said once released the "Magic Frequency" or "Phenomena" was no longer actually under his control; just like when a mage makes fire even though he can control the size and temperature he cannot control "temperature" itself in all aspects and how it responds to any target.

In short, his attack was negated by resonance.

Except a control of Aether through an enlightened understanding that frequencies traveled on this medium, allowed the Wizard to merely brush them off and into another location. Frequencies, waves, all hypothesized by the minds of Maxwell, Newton and other known physisists with more proof of thier work than a theory.

Resonance had done nothing but made the Wizard push them farther away.

He looked to Dirk.

"You are a victim of hallucinations."

[Dirk Graves]

+Dirk indeed did laugh, and then proceeds to brush the hair out of her face+

"Now you can eat normal food, and not have to drink blood ^_^"

+Dirk glances over to Pat+

"Whatever, guy was a loon anyways"