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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:46 pm
"I do not believe he feels it will be easy if they were to engage in an altercation. Instead I would be inclined to believe more of the opposite, in that there would be an interesting challenge for him." she said softly, bobbing her head a bit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 1:59 am
* Ali smiled a little to himself and slowly stood up from his seat, rolling his neck and getting ready. He knew the sword was powerful, it had nearly overthrown Yawg at one point. However Ali had this knowledge and was determined to prove that he could keep his own sanity despite it's attempt to take over.* I'll take that dare.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 10:04 am
Shrugging his shoulders Yawgmoth invited him to it "Then take it. And find out. Do know, that when we took it, the old wielder was dead. It's desire to stay attached to its current owner will be stronger because we are still alive. It will be much more potent than you remember. But if that doesn't bother you, go on. It's all yours." he commented with a smirking grin. The sword almost ceased entirely its blue glow. Only the runes etched on the base of the blade still shone with a sky colored light.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 11:23 am
Ziven looked like she was about to faint after hearing this agreement. Looking between the two, she was very nervous to learn what might happen next.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 1:29 pm
* Ali's starred at the sword while making himself determined to not let it play around with his by any means nessesary. Grabbing the hilt of the sword with his left hand and holding it out between Yawg and Ziven, his expression dead serious.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 2:06 am
Almost immediately upon gripping it the chilling cold would set in. Not a cold that felt like the ice in the air but a cold that went straight to one's soul. Slowly, a look and feel of frostbite would start to set in and discolor the hand Aliator was holding the sword with. Similar to what happened to Yawgmoth's hand that held it last time Frostmourne was around.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 2:59 am
* Ali chuckled a little at the sight of his hand showing signs of being frostbitten, tightening the grip on the handle and spitting out a good gulp of highly concentrated acid that would scorch the blade. The dare was that Ali could prove that sword were the wielders little bitches, he never said how he would prove it.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 4:32 am
Yawgmoth turned his head and observed. Grinning as he watched Ali spit on it. The spirit of Frostmourne sent a violent shocking chill towards Ali's very soul in response. The acid struck the blade and seemed to just slide off without doing much of anything. Not even dulling the icy blue glow of the blade and the runes. Not being able to contain it Yawgmoth started laughing. "If it could've been destroyed don't you think we would've done so back then instead of just sealing it away!? Ahaha" he chuckled out. One of the swords innate abilities was being indestructible as far as anyone was aware. No known method tried by Yawgmoth or wielders before it could even cause a scratch. Much less destroy it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 7:58 am
She looked quite nervous as she watched. When Yawg began to speak, she frowned deeply. Sure, it was a bit weird that Ali would do that though as much as she figured; "I believe aggravation is the goal, not destruction." she said softly, not necessarily wanting for Yawg to hear her, but realizing this to more likely be the case.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 11:42 am
* Ali arched a brow at Yawg reply and grinned widely, giving out a sharp whistle and holding the a tightly as he physically could. Watching as Pyramid Head began to build itself up infront of him.* Then maybe a cleaver that is out of this world would be able to destroy it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:06 pm
The sword shot another freezing chill towards Aliator's soul. Slowly extending its reach into his consciousness. It's voice would start calling in the back of his mind. "Pfft. Our technology is just as other worldly as that thing. It won't do any good. You're underestimating that weapon. You have been this whole time. But whatever, you'll learn your lesson." he remarked rolling his eyes. Ali sure was determined to prove himself right, but Yawgmoth knew, that sword was made of things neither of them could comprehend and harvested a power beyond their own.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:13 pm
* Ali bit his lower lip a little and jammed the sword into the floor, releasing it afterwards.* Can't say I'm impressed of it, the fact that it would constantly nag and potentially oppose you makes it far inferiour then a normal sword in my opinion. If it doesn't do that then my bet is correct, it is the wielders b***h.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:19 pm
Shaking his head back and forth. "Far from right. You forgot the third option. Working together to form a singular weapon of wielder and sword. Think of it more like a symbiotic relationship. Neither submits to the other but both work to conserve the relationship for mutual benefit. Next time the two of us engage in combat we'll show you just what we're talking about." he remarked with a grin. It had been quite awhile since the two of them went at it. Yawgmoth had grown a few new tricks since then and there was no doubt Ali had done the same. It would be interesting.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:24 pm
I'll be looking forward to it.* Ali smiled that trademark smile of his, looking cocky, mischevious, content, excited and mockingly all at the same time. He had some new tricks up his sleeve, some discoveries that had opened up a world of possibilities to him.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 12:00 pm
Slowly, with large strides a man entered into the bar. His footsteps heavy, making the wooden floor planks creek under his feet. His eyes darted around the room, his face reacting in a dissapointed frown. He simply sat down, crossing on leg over the other, awaiting any life to thrive in the old bar. "Hpmh.."
[[If no one minds.. I'm just trying to develop different character moods. >_< -points- Tis Death... in the flesh! ]]
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