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Atimus Armisael
Kagarinu
Atimus Armisael
Kagarinu
Atimus Armisael
[.:]


Sorry I'm so slow. I started watching a movie and lost track of time. sweatdrop


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"Yeah... Been married, been divorced; I have the t-shirt and coffee mug. There was... Problems... I don't really want to get into it all. Had kids too... Bleh... Not a pretty story either. I'm re-married though, but my wife is currently away on some business. She has my son too, so, here I am; fighting in a tourny." he said witha slightly fake smile.

He took the bottle of whiskey then poured himself another glass. He drank half of it, letting the liquid fire burn down his throat. He set his cup down, then smiled again.
She sighed. " Yeah...but aleast your loved ones werent killed off. " she sighed as she poured herself another glass of vodka
He lifted his glass again with a cold, emotionless look on his face.

"Actually... They were... By me." he said with a bitter voice.

A small sense of emotion, though, was still there.


She let out a small yelp as she looked over at him.

What do you mean?" she asked softly as she set the glass down.
Atimus nodded, confirming her suspision. He, indeed, murdered his ex-wife and their children.
She sighed." But.....why?" she asked softly
(( "I think im the one who has to pack it up." >_> ))
The Four Beasts, sleeping soundly it seemed on one of the walls where nothing was there, continued to sleep. Takashi, Hotaru and Daichi all sleeping, but Tous on the other hand...

His body shudders as he stands up, rubbing the back of his head when his eyes open to reveal to him the surroundings.
"Damn it. I need to stop that." He says quietly before grabbing Shi; the black katana, and Sei; the white reverse blade. Attaching them to his belt so they hung almost freely only attached by a small chain it seemed, he stretched his arms out, letting a yawn from his lips.
Kagarinu
Atimus Armisael
Kagarinu
Atimus Armisael
Kagarinu
Atimus Armisael
[.:]


Sorry I'm so slow. I started watching a movie and lost track of time. sweatdrop


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"Yeah... Been married, been divorced; I have the t-shirt and coffee mug. There was... Problems... I don't really want to get into it all. Had kids too... Bleh... Not a pretty story either. I'm re-married though, but my wife is currently away on some business. She has my son too, so, here I am; fighting in a tourny." he said witha slightly fake smile.

He took the bottle of whiskey then poured himself another glass. He drank half of it, letting the liquid fire burn down his throat. He set his cup down, then smiled again.
She sighed. " Yeah...but aleast your loved ones werent killed off. " she sighed as she poured herself another glass of vodka
He lifted his glass again with a cold, emotionless look on his face.

"Actually... They were... By me." he said with a bitter voice.

A small sense of emotion, though, was still there.


She let out a small yelp as she looked over at him.

What do you mean?" she asked softly as she set the glass down.
Atimus nodded, confirming her suspision. He, indeed, murdered his ex-wife and their children.
She sighed." But.....why?" she asked softly
"I'm gonna need some more whiskey for this story..." he admitted.

Atimus took the whole bottle, then drank out of it. He sighed, then set the bottle down reluctantly. He began his story.

"I was once a Persian king, an heir to the throne, and... I met this girl; her name was Missy. She was, in my opinion, perfect. So... I got my kingship, and we married. Of course, she had power too, as she was my wife. But, I was blinded by love and her, blinded by power; she killed me. She hung around until Alexander the Great destroyed Persia; she went with him for more power, probably taking him out too. Well, I was ressurected by the tears of my fellow Persians, but I was different. I was sand; I was the sand." he explained.

He waited for her to absorb that part of the story so he could continue.
Tous walks over to where Atimus was, his hands in his pockets before leaning with his back against the spot to Atimus' right. He looks out over the whole floor, looking to see if there were any signs of life other then them. He had hoped that he wouldn't be on a bench so to speak, wanting to be out there. Antsy perhaps.
Psychedelic Pimp
ll Hello to you both... ll

Suddenly a gust of wind would enter the establishment followed by its source, the most psychedelic Pimp. Yes, that's right, but he was rather calm today. His fight wore him out, but nothing a pimp could recover from. His left arm would be all wrapped with a white fabric as a sling would hold in arm in place for it's slow recovery. Could he fight like this? s**t, yeah. Just mess with him and the answer will rise. He was in usual outfit, with a new hat though, the other got lost.

Walking further in the building, he would head to the bar, a serious expression glued to his face. He was thinking on how he can slap the ho's now when they are late.

"Greetings..." His voice became audible. A soft voice.

The cloaked man who had been sitting at the bar for quite a while now lifted his head and then placed it back down as the bottle of moonshine in his hand was brought to the hood slowly, giving him enough time to speak.

I smell failure...and some nasty energy drink...look who left the cat house...Were your "ho's" ashamed of their pimp? Kicked him out till he had victory in his grasp again by chance?

the bottles tip was concealed by the hood slowly being drained before coming back to the bars surface. The cold remark was like a constant theme with this one, always insulting everyone, even himself at times.
.::Walking threw the halls of the arena, Sparky's eyes couldn't help but glance down with a widened look. The floor was paved with blood. She hurried on until she came to the audiences section. She sat down on the bleacher and awaited the fight.::.
The Pimp just laughed. He turned to the man who was just assuming, stating what he didn't knew.

"Seems to me boy... that you wanna play badass. For your information, I came out the cat house to get the verdict of the fight and possibly thank my opponent, who is a friend of mine." He told the unknown individual. No need to insult anyone, it was pointless.
An utterly random inanimate object soars across the room.
.___x
"Eigh-..." A light peep in surprise would follow Makero's subtle trembling from the sudden approach, turning her shimmering, azure gaze to eye him curiously with a slight turn to her head. The muffled audio of the television would compensate for the brief silence between them, as Mae would blink slowly in wait of his reasoning; the full of her lips lightly parted in a small gape.

"Yes?" She would softly inquire, briefly turning her attention back to the screen in angst of the fight's progression. The energies about him- ...so simultaneous. Though she could feel this significantly, Makero would desperately try to remain free of any particular emotion in order to conceal her wreathing subconscious.

Hilarious Lunatic

Hector managed to emit a final nervous laugh before swallowing inaudibly before taking one final intake of air. The ambience of the moment just didn't seem right, but if he didn't do it now, then all the hours of courage would've gone to waste. He relaxed his shoulders a bit, and slowly bended down, placing his kneecap firmly against the ground. The position was a bit uncomfortable as he tried to keep a firm, straight up stance as he faced her. The power held within her eyes almost detoured him instantly, but before he could stop himself, he proceeded forward.

" So uh.....Mae, Makero. The last several months up until recently have been torture.....Only being able to be with you at night, in the facade of discreetness that the twilight radiance brought. Now though...it has all changed. We are no longer hiding ourselves, or our bond from anyone. This should’ve been right from the start, but the ordeals we have have gone through I feel, have caused this bond to become what it is. Everyday I feel more it’s draw, the toll of the implications it brings, and the knowledge and wisdom to persist through, to do what I’m doing now. "

He scooted forward along his knee, snatching her hand as his pulse began to accelerate.

" Everything has changed, these months of unknowns, these times of useless battles, these tribulations. I have always held one thing with me.....your unconditional love. My attention span...wavers easily"

Yet another nervous laugh managed to slip from his lips.

" Yet....theres something about you....When I was younger, and corrupted by my own power. I never stopped to think about the true repercussions, and bliss of love, and thus, made mistakes, many. I....don't want to do that anymore. You are not a mistake, you are my blessing. I should've realized all this sooner, and I'll never forgive myself for not. There is only love prevalent in those eyes of yours, only true benevolence to me, and the assurance that everything is going to be alright in the face of all adversity. Your words have tamed my soul many times, your touch coarsed my physicality in it's entirety. Never will I taste the courage you have known, but.....maybe you can share it with me. There are many reasons why I shouldn’t be given the honor, to raise my head and taste such courage. But isn’t this what love is about? Regardless of all the doubts, and indecision someone may have, there is that certain dormant feeling….that overrides everything and gives you clear sight of the One."

He looked at both sides of his palms, cursing his unpreparedness.

" I don't have much to offer....but myself. Marry me."
Here is my official judgment of the previous two battles. Since Hector is the judge of how well the fight was played on text-based-combat, my judgment is based on other aspects.

The fight between Atimus Armisael and kaga of the mist I am awarding no points to either contestant. Kaga, you gave a great effort, but in the end you gave up.

Atimus, I'm not going to start on how I disagree with your fighting style. I felt like I was reading a DBZ fanfic every time you posted. Granted, a well done fanfic, but a fanfic nevertheless.

As for the battle between Pimp and Dramon, I am awarding my point to Dramon for this amazing illustration. Your definitions were were both vivid and life-like.
Eyelight
Here is my official judgment of the previous two battles. Since Hector is the judge of how well the fight was played on text-based-combat, my judgment is based on other aspects.

The fight between Atimus Armisael and kaga of the mist I am awarding no points to either contestant. Kaga, you gave a great effort, but in the end you gave up.

Atimus, I'm not going to start on how I disagree with your fighting style. I felt like I was reading a DBZ fanfic every time you posted. Granted, a well done fanfic, but a fanfic nevertheless.

As for the battle between Pimp and Dramon, I am awarding my point to Dramon for this amazing illustration. Your definitions were were both vivid and life-like.
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I had no clue DBZ had Novakian Sand Demons. o_o;


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I don't play as any role, I just say what I think and what I think is that those who can't defend themselves deserve to die. As one of you humans so nicely put it, "Only the strong survive". As for those two over there, the judge and that woman, they need to get a room because all this mushy crap is starting to get on my nerves...

Whether or not one would consider this to be acting like a badass or not, there was only one real way to explain the creatures attitude. Pestimistic, rude, cruel, and so forth. There was no ray of light or happyness within this creature, only anger and dispair.
(={So wait a second, if for some reason you don't like our style of fighting, we don't get that point? So basically if you don't or any of the other judges don't like us, they can just not give us points based solely on the fact that they don't like something, without looking at the technical aspect of it?

Sorry, I'm just a little confused.}=)

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