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 Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 4:31 pm
Deity vs Lian Ikariyang
FIGHT!
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:56 pm
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::One might think there is an invisible cue in the arena, that this spot is specifically dedicated to Deity's entrance. As if having been standing there all day, the tall Orinian is suddenly located in the huge ring some one hundred feet from the Northern wall. His appearance is again nigh unchanged, his body still having sustaine dno injuries.
Looking as young as his late teens, the slender boy stands at just over 6'4", what skin is visible being of a very pale shade. His long black hair spikes to the right, shorter locks aimed up and backward at the left of his scalp. A deep red headband is wound over his brow, foggy one-way lenses in his glasses helping in concealing his eyes. Together, these leave his expression looking rather blank. Crossing from the bridge of his nose across his right cheek is a marred line of darkened skin, a scar.
Deity's clothes consist of a fitted black tanktop, a matching skintight suit underneath that reaches his shoulders and halfway up his neck. Strapped around the left side of his chest and his right shoulder is a belt, connected to a metallic black sheath behind him. The scabbard is four feet long, a majestic fourteen inch-long hilt extending from over his right shoulder. What look like steel-padded armor plates line the leather sleeves that cover his arms from just above the elbow to his palm, the thin alloy slabs lining most of the surface of his forearm while still maintaining free movement of his arm and wrist. While the gloves within his armored gauntlet have the fingers cut out, a soft black material is worn underneath to conceal his fingertips as well.
Over his tucked-in shirt is a pair of black denim pants, loose enough to collect into baggy wrinkles around his knees; his jeans are overlapped by a pair of shin and knee guards, very similar in appearance and build to that of his arm guards. The leather sleeves to which the plates are attached go down a few inches over his black leather boots - strapped around the soles - so as to provide limited protection to his feet. The toe and heel of each boot is padded with the same metallic material as well. A black belt-like strap connected to his normal belt hangs down over his right hip; it holds up the dull sheath of what looks like another sword behind his hips, the black cloth-bound handle curved slightly. This scabbard stretches only two and a half feet in length, more or less resembling a katana.
Standing silently by himself, the tall stranger slips his gloved fingers into his pockets, his heels together. He makes no moves or sounds as he awaits his new opponent's arrival; the boy can only hope to have some manner of conclusion this time around.::
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:37 pm
People with powers seemed to pop out of no where nowadays, ranging from the strength of a small spark to the over powering explosion to leave nothing but a mangled body. However, the figure who would slowly walk through the long hall towards the arena was neither.
Lian saw the light, rather dim though for the light at the end of the tunnel but it allowed her to see rather clearly into the dust covered seemingly stone arena. With a huff, she moved the long slender wooden pipe that she had in the corner of her mouth to the other side but not before letting out a soft stream of pinkish smoke from her lips. As she tucked away the pipe in her mouth, she moved forward into the light of the arena, her hands behind her back as she walked.
Unlike the younger generation of fighters that participated, the woman that entered was fairly old with the long white shiney hair to boot, though her youthful appearance made her seem only in her teens but rather she was of early twenties. A red bandana was around her neck in a folded triangular form, the shape taking from being tucked over her mouth once before having the pipe stuck there. Besides the red, she wore mostly black and white. Like a harlequin almost but minus the tights, make-up and mask. A white button down shirt with something that fit over it like a carpet with a hole in it and a sash around her waist.
Around and down her legs were black baggy pants, though light enough to move around and boots that were dusty from the rather dirty arena. At her hip was a rapier that was secured by a leather strap at a belt as was a red-hilted and sheathed katana tucked into the sash around her waist. Besides that, it seemed like she carried very little on her though that didn't mean she didn't have a little extra packed away within the energies she carried.
Behind black shades, her saphire blue eyes nulled themselves to hide her rather known excitement for things. Not that she liked fighting, but meeting younger folk and their new fangled weapons and gadgets always made her fingers twitch to take it apart and put it back together again to find out how it worked. Goody, Goody.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 5:46 pm
::Raising his bound brows at the appearance of his entering future opponent, Deity quickly senses a particular presence to her ki, denoting that she is of significant age. She doesn't actually look it, though. Perhaps, like Deity, she ages more slowly, appearing years younger than she actually is - or maybe she's using some method to hide her actual appearance. Same difference either way. With the sound of wrinkling leather stretching across his belts and boots, the tall boy leans forward in a shallow bow to the lady before him, staying this way for but a breath before standing up straight once more.
The quiet Tonepian has come to learn not to expect anything but everything from these characters; first he faced an old man with a gargantuan mechanical suit strong enugh to withstand Level Two; second, he took on what seemed to be a relatively normal gun-toting person who hadn't a clue what he was doing; third was a boy who made like a horror movie and had a powerful acid running through his veins. Who knows what this woman has in store.
Letting these thoughts drift away, Deity shifts his feet to bring his left directly forward, right arm tucking behind his waist. His free arm raises horizontally, palm up and fingers toward Lian. Though not very tempted to make the first move, he has found that long waits don't always turn out so well. Before either begin, he speaks with a soft tone, hopefully loud enough for the girl to hear him.::
...good luck.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 6:31 pm
Lian quirked and honest eyebrow, making a note of his height and what she could see visibly about him. A nice looking young boy, a bit of a gangly sort although by his expressions and such, he knew what he was doing. With a hard bite on her pipe, she grinned.
Bringing a gloved black hand up to her mouth, she removed the pipe, extending it in her right hand out to her side so it was horizontal with the ground, the smokey pink ashes facing up.
"Aye you too Laddie..."She said in a rather scottish way, the thickness of it making it sound sort of like a hyperactive mumble.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:20 pm
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::Alas, the boy is left with the opening move, it would seem. Though somewhat irritating, the task must be carried out by someone, and it may as well be him. Staying relatively still for several seconds, he waits for his opponent to properly prepare herself if she hasn't already, finding it rather rude to immediately attack another warrior without fair warning.
Once he has waited long enough, Deity leans forward and bursts into a dash, sending a plume of pebbles and sand back and his slender frame forward at over thirty miles per hour. A surprising speed, for a human, though Deity's abilities can hardly be construed as normal. Each step he takes toward Lian makes the ground quiver as though he himself weighs a trememndous deal, grounded shockwaves easily noticed as they spread out and die against the massive arena walls.
Moving with the left of his torso facing forward, the Tonepian's attack initiates once he is within ten feet of the girl, his left arm deftly curling over his opponent shoulder as he runs. Within five feet, he takes a final left step forward and gently to the outside, his heel crashing heavily to the floor and bringing his body to a convenient halt. In the same motion he uncoils his poised arm like a catapult - hand flattened and palm down - and swings his forearm across at Lian's left side, just below her ribcage. Though not mirroring the same amount of force felt as his boots rattled the ground below them, the blow itself is noticably heavier than one may expect from a man of such small size. Enough, at least, to send a typical girl of this stature off her feet.::
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:56 pm
Lian felt the tremendous force of his blow strike at her side, the grip falling from the pipe that was held once much more firmly in the right gloved hand of her body that was sent flying and tumbling towards a wall. At one bounce to the ground, she was up about two feet from the ground in which she turned her body and skidded on one hand and knee on the ground, the ball of her foot slowing her down greatly.
However, that was the needed force to which would in act the pipe's ingrediants in it small cartrige. As the frail little twig of a pipe hit the ground, the contents of it exploded into a dark red mist that stung at the eyes if looked into directly from when the pipe exploded. A fairly decent camoflage gas enveloped the arena, Lian pulling up the red bandana mask over her face to block out the terribly foul odor the concoction made.
"Thank you, the force from your arm was enough for just that..."She said quietly through the mist but used the mist as a megaphone which sent her voice all over the place as she began to move about in light quick footsteps that was appropriate for her size and weight.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 8:41 pm
::Wow, this stuff is foul, the Orinian thinks to himself, immediately flinching at the god awful stench. Having a powerful nose doesn't help in this situation, but having a sensitive one does, at least to some degree. That aside, Deity won't be relying on his sense of smell. Nor his sight, apparently - even though his glasses took the brunt of it, the youthful man's eyes are stung somewhat by the mist; he takes the hint and shuts them altogether. Can't see through this mess anyway.
Lian speaks, her voice resonating throughout the fog at a much greater volume. Doesn't really help to conceal her position, but it certainly is distracting. Deity was wondering when he'd find some stealth in this tournament. Keeping his mouth shut and pulling his foot out of the hole he made with his sudden stop, the quiet Tonepian stands straight and retakes his stance, bringing his left side forward and bowing his head. He falls as silent as one can imagine one person being, the steady rhythm of his breaths suddenly ceasing, his body becoming perfectly still.
The tall stranger intends to wait this out the best way he knows how.::
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 9:53 pm
Lian moved quickly about, spreading meager amounts of energy into the foul smelling mist to confuse her direction and advert his focus to different areas of the ring. As soon as she stopped, she moved swiftly inwards towards him, keeping low until she drew her katana quickly and accurately across the center of his back, leaving a long cut if striken but a slice to the shirt if he had moved.
As Lian finished the swift attack, she crept back into the mist, her katana still drawn for a second blow. The energies around the ring, however, kept their firm position, never moving even when she passed over the same spot twice. Sheathing the katana, it made movement much easier in the mist and the bandana kept out the horrid smell while hiding her breaths well at the same time.
"I find talking to my opponent rather relaxing despite whether it gives anything away. Tell me something about yourself boy..."Lian spoke suddenly, her voice still being magnified in the area around them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:09 pm
::The audience sees nothing, but would be able to hear the clang of metal on metal collision. Lian's katana slash hits directly both the thick scabbard of the Orinian's larger sword and the swivelling sheathe of his smaller Hayahanekon, attached to a pivot on the back of his lower belt. In the length of time it took her to approach and attack, Deity's hand had grasped the hilt of his blade and used it to rotate the scabbard, which followed the movement of the attacking katana until it passed by. The edge of her blade slid along both surfaces, never once touching the target.
Afterward, Deity doesn't move again, his sword returning to its normal horizontal position after his guard. His opponent's words, as loud as ever, ring out all alone in the red fog, unanswered by the boy, who keeps his palm on the taped handle of his sword.::
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:30 am
Lian, with a pout behind the red cloth, moved quietly around him, moving much normally but keeping a quiet approach. The person, this boy, kept quiet despite her attempt to be rather friendly. Younger generations these days. With a huff, she walked around the arena fairly quietly, her eyes not moving from where she could make out bits and pieces of him.
"Not the talkative type are you? Understandable." Her voice sounded out again. Blinking a moment, she looked about, pulling out another pipe and lighting, with a flick of her thumb, another pinch. This time, the smoke smelt of just lavender and trailed a purplish blue smoke from it's small container.
As the smoke curled around as she walked, the energies around the area stayed in their firm position. As soon as she got to the thin, blade-like energies she had placed around the arena, Lian flicked her hand and sent it into the gaseous mist at 40 miles per hour towards the child, Deity.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 2:38 pm
::Again it would seem that the fog has little effect on Deity's awareness of the things around him. As if having obvious warning signs hanging over them, each energy blade is dodged by anywhere from four inches to a foot, Deity deftly shifting his footwork and posture as needed for each to pass by harmlessly. Even given their speed, the Orinian boy has no trouble moving himself out of harms way, the only sounds made being the wrinkling of his leather attire and the heavy thuds of his boots.
The moment the attack ceases Deity falls back into his stance, maintaining a mental eye on Lian. He thinks to himself, for the moment, that perhaps he should just get out of this mist. It would let them have a more straightforward match, at least, if nothing else.::
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:23 am
Lian sighed. Maybe the mist at the beginning of the match was a fairly awful idea. They would get no where with this. Removing her pipe, she blew out a thin stream of bluish smoke before inhaling deeply. As she inhaled the mist seem to dispurse around them.
At the end of sucking it all in, Lian's cheeks were puffed from taking in the mist which had some mass to it. Releasing the mist into a thin stream, it wrapped around her body, mostly around the lower portion. Raising her hands, placing them like someone would if they were playing a piano, the mist obidently rose and leveled just under her hands.
"Let's get started on this two step...before I grow even older with boredom!" She said as she revealed her postion in front of him, several feet away from where Deity stood. Before, she really hadn't taken a good look at him. "Quite the scrawny one...when this is over, remind me to make a huge dinner...scrawny boy, peh!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 5:44 pm
::Or she could get rid of the mist. That works, too. The tall Orinian slowly opens his eyes, only finding a faint itching sensation still ails them. Finding that he should keep them closed for now, the one-way foggy lenses of his eyeglasses hide this fact from another's sight. Slowly, he exhales a deep breath through pursed lips, body suddenly seeming alive with movement again as he leaves his stance for a moment to shake his hands by the wrists as if they were numb.
After this, he raises his head and swivels his head about before facing Lian again and nodding once. Though a quiet one, as she's clearly observed, Deity still finds this woman to be a bit chattier than most he runs into. Bringing his right arm back behind his waist once more, he lifts his left to retake his stance. For his second utterance the boy's soft words ring out after his long silence, a softening smile fading from his expression.::
Lovely...shall we start again?
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 12:18 pm
"Ah, what a sweet sound, the resounding sound of the ringing tone of someone's voice. Let's get a move on..."Lian said in the rather chattery tone as before, but softened from the lack of the magnifying mist. Shrugging her clothes some, adjusting so she could move much more then she already could, she got into the appropriate stance for the occasion.
Offensive didn't seem to work unless she could slowly the boy down but right then it wasn't the idea that ran through her head. The mist that had coiled itself neatly around her was now starting to cool to remarkably low temperatures as it began to spread out through the arena, making it colder and colder by the minute they stood.
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