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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:47 pm
It was less the premise of weight that allowed Bruder his bizarre capabilities of maneuvering along structures the average man could not, and more the management of it. Extreme precision in the shifting of balance allowed this masked figure to focus all of that weight onto a single focal point - be it a couple of toes, or the balls of the feet, allowing for movement on surfaces otherwise unsuitable for an adult male to remain upon for sustained periods of time. Ergo the unusual spinning-top maneuver, the standing upon a tree branch on one foot that would otherwise might have split in two had even an average-built child sat upon it-
The truth was, Bruder could stand on an outstretched hand, if he really wished it. This combined with his uncanny knack for camouflage, be it hiding amongst tree bark or disguising himself as a frail old man, gave this ninja horrifying capabilities were he to turn towards more of an assassin's discipline-
But, that was not Schwartz' style.
Feeling his inertia take a spin for the worse, Bruder was faced with a bit of a quandary. It was clear the tanned warrior wasn't intent on allowing Schwartz a leisurely stroll along that leg..
Scenario A and Scenario B were apt predictions of what would occur.. provided one assumed Schwartz would even attempt an attack. Instead, Scenario C would commence: the one where Bruder feeling the surface come out from under him, would bunny-hop ahead and easily clear the opposing warrior's upper-torso given it was being shifted downward so the legs could come up.
As that leg-driven helicopter flailed in the air, Bruder would be about three feet opposite of the side he started; open coat being flung back towards the spinning, nameless fellow's legs.
Yet the very moment Schwartz touched earth, waiting for the spinning lad to make his way over wasn't on the top of Bruder's list of priorities..
Now spinning counter-clockwise, opposite of the lad's break-dancing maneuver, Schwartz did not stop his horrifyingly rapid spinning gesture like before.. but instead kept rotating, faster and faster - seemingly forcing himself to only acknowledge imagery at one single cone of vision - the one facing the young lad, allowing his ears to pick up what may come his way elsewhere.
Looking like a humanoid tornado, spinning faster and faster as dirt and grass below were shot in every direction - Schwartz began to lecture the boy - clearly uninterested if an attempt at interrupting him was made or not:
"You're responsive. But you don't give your surroundings the proper detail in your mind they deserve, and as a result, any observant fighter could defeat you merely by letting you delude yourself into thinking you know their next move. Simply a boxer who likes to throw in a lot of feints into their routine would beat you to death. The hallmark of an amateur. Prove me wrong though - come over here and land a blow! Throw an object at me, or try grappling me - throw a punch, or a kick! Leap into the air, or crouch and hook in from the ground. I'm a loud mouth after all, right boy?"
The calm wind when reaching Schwartz, would become a fierce aurora, as those words strung out again and again, the ninja keeping completely still and in place as opposed to moving forward: "Here! Here! Here!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:27 pm
Was he silly enough to sit there and just keep spinning while Bruder did his tornado jig? Of course not! What sort of man would sit through a speech that long all the while dealing with his top spinning? That impudent tone, that whirling batting at his body, the small children that would weep over their lost farm animals from horrible natural disasters! It was more than the man could bare. NEIGH!!! It was more than ANYONE could bare.
Since Schwartz wasn't coming closer the tanned man would let his palms give way, performing a light tumble as he hopped back to his feet in one rhythmic, fluent motion. This wouldn't take any longer than it would the neo-ninja to start his little spin maneuver, so he'd then continue forth to call upon a special talent of his own.
A dark glow would begin illuminating beneath the bandages wrapped around his hands, the bandages themselves seeming to crackle and curl a bit about his grip, revealing slight signs of spiritual runes wrapping themselves around the man's arms. These marks, themselves, weren't quite distinguishable just yet, but the nature of their purpose was quite clear, as those sleeves of his along with any remaining bandages would burst into flame, stopping short of the shoulder because that just looks cooler than the whole damn thing burning off. They shone through in a myriad of purples and greens at first, though once the flames seemed to touch any other material they took on the texture of whatever color it came into contact with. Being that the canvas jacket was yellow... the flames themselves would be yellow at that time.
Ah, wonderful light shows.
So if you're thinking this guy was going to charge at top man with his fists pumping in the air I'd hafta say 'don't be silly!' It wasn't like the man was going to put out these flames with a simple top spin, but with the sort of momentum the guy had only a fool would charge in head-long into that jazz. No... he had a different plan with this newly revealed power.
He'd stretch his arm out nice and wide, almost like he was going to clothesline that sucker, not caring to say anything while ninja man did his raving. The man would then rotate his body and take a nice, full swing at a nearby tree of a decent size, causing the base to ignite in a sudden burst of brown flames. This was probably pretty weird, but it would make sense in the next moment or so, as the same glow would begin to engulf a section of his legs, causing a myriad of black flames to crawl up to his knees where it would then cease ((as nobody wants to see random nudity)). Shortly after the man would hop a short distance upward to deliver a potent kick to the front of the tree, causing a small, controlled explosion to snap the base of the tree in twine.
Where this tree was falling? Well... do we really need to ask?
TIMBER!!!
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:16 pm
The small man would fly back several feet, smashing through a tree before coming to a stop. Only to stagger to his feet a few moments later, dazed, but fire burning in his one visible eye.  "FOOL! Did you think you could kick the great Dark Helmet in the face and get away with it?" "MEGA MAID! ATTACK!!!!!!!!!" as he yelled, what looked like a falling moon began to descend on the park. But instead of everything being crushed, gravity itself seemed to reverse, as everything started to fly upwards, even something as sturdy as a tree would be uprooted.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:56 pm
Unfortunately for Mega Maid, a little problem was in order. Namely:
Quickly the Mega Maid would find its evil defeated as the Getter Robo piloted by Ryoma punched the switch to the vacuum, changing it from "suck" to "blow," prior to punching a hole in said vacuum - causing the Maid to be flung into the deepest wretches of the universe where we can safely presume ROM the Spaceknight kicks its a**.
All of the trees fell back into place.
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 " ... What-"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:19 pm
Paploo would walk out from behind a tree. Small spear in hand, the barely meter tall ewok was a fearsome warrior. Reknown through his village for his bravery, the little guy had struck out from home in search for adventure. Little did he know where his quest would take him.... "Ni gata meechoo?!" It yelled out, thumping the blunt end of it's spear into the ground at it's feat. All these tallones were dancing about and acting silly. Not a sight it was enjoying.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:45 am
"I am here at a place filled with fresh and rich souls. It will be little time until you have your River of Death flowing with new lives again, Sir."
"Good. Proceed as planned. And as you have requested, I have given you the 'servants.' Do not disappoint me, Vivillian."
"Yes, Sir."
"Specters, we have much ahead of us to do. And so little time to do it. There are souls scattered throughout this island. Obtain them and return them to me."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:36 am
A hellish lumberjack. How fitting.
Unfortunately, this was not a suitable situation to test the "if a tree fell in a forest and no one heard it" clause, given Schwartz was in fact close enough to hear that sick groaning of a majestic oak, or perhaps cedar tree being felled into a blunt weapon of destruction.
Normally, a fellow would attempt to maneuver out of the way of such an impending source of doom. It was the simple train of logic, no? The truth was though, once a tree of that relative size got the momentum going, getting out of the way wasn't exactly a simple task - no, even if Schwartz could re-locate himself, the tremor that would follow could certainly shake up his movements long enough for the young warrior to come in with an offensive.
Instead, Bruder decided to, for the first time thus far, launch an actual assault. What did the spinning ninja do, then? Quite simple: he leaped backwards, at a 45 degree angle with surprising agility - straight into the tree.
   ( CRACK!!) Leaning his masked skull forward so the aftermath of the assault would not leave half a giant, butchered tree crashing into it - Schwartz had damned near stopped the tree in mid-air. The spinning top's deadly and surprising level of precision made itself known - as the point of contact was struck once, twice, trice, nine times, twenty times- causing splinters to rain down unto the surrounding area in a cone of debris, 'til emerging on the other side.. was Schwartz Bruder, launched some seven feet adjacent from where he began, on the opposite side of the base tree trunk. The mid-section of the tree, as half one and half two descended to the ground and struck some three feet apart from one another, seemed entirely missing. And there Schwartz was, looking no worse for the wear. Still spinning, no less.  " Pfft! What was THAT? Get serious!" Schwartz commented with obvious satisfaction, calmly spinning in place and waiting for the inevitable counter to the failed tree-based offensive.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:53 am
Little did Bruder know an offensive was already in play. Though as obvious as it would be to see the man charging in after that little show of his, using a different line to start this off just didn't sound so right. See, the man was expecting the ninja to take the tree head-on. After all, Bruder seemed as pompous as they came, taking every opportunity thus far to face challenges head-on for any reason to stroke that ego of his, not to mention for a chance to shoot off that big mouth. And just as expected, the ninja would deliver in full.
So obviously dealing with the tree was going to be his priority, and with said dealing the tanned man would be given time to get in range for his next maneuver. taking a moment to slam his forward ((left)) foot down the man would launch himself overhead, sending himself sailing upwards as his body craned forward, forcing it into a somersault. He'd then use this motion to bring his right leg forward to come down upon the completion of the somersault, those familiar flames crawling the his skin all the while. Needless to say, the blow would come right around Schwartz's head was going to pop out, or has popped out ((if you feel so inclined to take it that way)) and the blow itself would come from the man's heel. If this landed, even when hitting that spinning head of his, it was going to dish out some serious damage. But that wasn't the worse of it...
This flipping kick would not only burn anything it came into contact with... it would explode upon delivery, sending anything within those majestic flames into a splay of various fiery colors. Greens, golds, browns, blues, anything that happened to touch the range of those strange flames would burst up and be accounted for during this little display.
Lets see if our favorite neo-german ninja has a way out of this one! Stay tuned for the next episode to find out!
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 10:13 pm
A single moment would decide it. Words could no longer impart knowledge; action had to take dialogue's place!
As that heel dropped from the heavens, intending to crush and burn asunder all whom laid beneath it - Schwartz looked to be in dire straights. After all, what the young man had employed was a variation of a mid-air axe kick, dropping down with tremendous force without even acknowledging the impending, fiery finisher. It was an impressive move that could kill an unaware opponent, let alone take their fight away from them.
The tip of that tanned warrior's heel descended, flames ablaze - striking the tree Bruder had ascended towards. It was a guise for the assault at hand. While Schwartz was preoccupied with tearing the tree asunder, the boy had set up for a devastating attack; it was a three-fold assault. First, the boot would likely 'tear' right through the bark with those majestic flames, but secondly, an explosion would follow suit at the moment of impact that would rush headfirst into the ninja's upper-body without relent. Finally, the initial explosion would toss aflame timber straight into Bruder's face!
A terrible combination. But was it the end for our German friend?
ONE! At the moment of the explosion, Bruder could just barely make out the bark "bulging" into his person; in retaliation, with an almost instinctive if not brazen reaction - he performed a swinging, sideways headbutt, bashing the outward guided bark away like irritating insects.
TWO! The explosion itself. Bruder didn't have the time to escape its wrath. And rather than brace himself for it.. at the mere hint of fire oncoming, he immediately rose his spinning arms to chest level, as though ready to make his next offensive. The damndest thing - Schwartz was going to strike the explosion head on, taking advantage of the fact that the tree would have soaked up some of the force it originally projected, to continue his ascent, even at the price of..
..The young man's unnatural flames scolding right through him! If one had the time to notice, it was curious that although Bruder's flesh became scorched from the waistline up to the neck and back of the skull, the suit remained untouched. It was clearly made in the event a certain vehicle the man usually piloted would be engulfed in an explosion, and ergo was quite sturdy if not heat retardant. Enough to stop damage from the explosion? Of course not. Nearly every inch of Bruder's flesh would seethe with agony that was afflicted. Enough to stop crippling damage? Seemingly so.
THREE! Those arms flailed upward, as the two would meet mid-air dynamically; now both ablaze, illuminating the nearby area with a sickly glow. Bruder couldn't tell what the lad was doing, only that the lad was in fact doing something; and that was all that mattered, as the ninja rapidly criss-crossed strikes at now unheard of speeds forward, indeed facing his challenge head-on with blazing glory, pompous or non.
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Zeo Hiroboshi generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
26!
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:56 am
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 1:20 am
Mordecai, quite separate from the goings-on of his fellow combatants, found a nice, clear field in the park, a little hill upon which he sat. Here, he could bask in the sun rays or moon light, depending on whatever time it was. Closing his eyes, he began to mumble a prayer, as his angelic, porcelain skin body glowed brightly as he began his holy commune. Thoughts of his previous fight, and the one to come, swirled in his head, surrounded by words of scripture, prayers and hymns, as the angel asked for good luck and protection from his King.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 1:30 am
Pime Taradox
Abigail had been wandering about, stoned as usual, after her short fight in her hotel room against that dragon that seemed to be sniffing around Arian's heels all the time. If what Abi had heard of the outlaw was correct then he was barking up the wrong tree... but it wasn't Abi's problem. She had enjoyed the fight. She liked provoking either party in whatever way that she could. But she wasn't actually involved. That was why she had gone walking instead of going to the hospital. Her team member would be there, abd if that was the case then that dragon would be too.
No thanks.
Abigail was wandering the fields that surrounded the Hotel in only a pair of jeans, a white tee shirt, and of course her belt and spiked boots. She wouldn't even have been wearing those if she ahd another pair. Right now she was just looking to disappear from the crowds. Her armor was being cleaned, and her wounds from the last fight would fade with time.
No medical attention necessary.
Abi was wandering, a lit joint in her lips, and as she did so she would run across a strange sight. She was used to weird things on Gaia Primus, but this one was weird not for its own sake, but because of the environment.
She came across an angel.
In a tournament for demons.
This warranted some looking into.
"Hey."
She would say as she came up to the fellow, her green eyes locked on his wings. She didn't like Meta's. As a matter of fact she hated them. But this one here was a curiosity. And she was a little stoned.
Made his company less reprehensible.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 1:39 am
Mordecai stopped speaking, his words mumbled quietly under his breath as he recited one of thousands of memorized verses in worship to his Kingdom. He did not stop in response to her speaking, but rather at the point in which she stepped inside the circle of light that surrounded him about fifteen feet out from him. He did not open his eyes or acknowledge Abi's presence, other than not speaking. His white, smooth skin seemed almost translucent in this light, illuminated from within by some unseen source. His white hair, even his eyes were he to open them would be blank, lacking iris or pupil. He had the body of a young man, maybe nineteen years of age, the body he had when he died.
In response to Abi's introduction, Mordecai responded in kind, "Fair day to you, m'lady." He had a strange manner to his speech, a token from the older times from where he was born.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 2:03 pm
Far from either the cluster ******** fight going on and Abi and Mordecai, Arian was doing not much. She had left the medical ward silently, successfully avoiding the dragon (whom, to her great annoyance, had the habit of showing up), and rather than head back to her Team's Suite, she was here in the park.
Arian didn't feel like taking another stab at being 'social'. She wasn't good at it, didn't LIKE it, and really just didn't want to 'hang out' pointlessly. Plus, Vincent knew where the suite was, and since Arian had thus far failed to scare him off-she decided flat out avoidance ought to do the trick.
She was still pretty pissed about being crushed when she had been held immobile. Or rather, pretty pissed she had failed to do anything about it. The ******** had healed himself-and Arian was fervently wishing she had killed him in the Medical Ward.
Another person might have been shocked at the casualness Arian had with death and murder. Arian wasn't like most other people. She could prove to be a surprisingly loyal and steadfast ally-and she could prove to be a formidable opponent willing to set in motion a long term plan that would eventually destroy what she couldn't take on herself. But in most cases-she was neither. She just didn't give a damn to be one or the other-she was a busy woman, and so she had to move quickly on from things.
Charlie's continuing survival was proof of this.
Arian wasn't really thinking about any of the above, however. She was more interested in blocking out thought, at the moment-fighting blind folded in some copse of trees, once more solely studying JUST how her body moved to utilize the staff, what she could and could not accomplish and how fast.
It was nearly a redundant activity-Arian had trained with every weapon in her possession in much the same way, for days on end-but she never ceased to train, because in stopping she might allow herself to become rusty, and while it didn't matter so much in a tournament, it sure as HELL did 'in the real world', where being rusty got you dead.
She wielded the staff as if it were an extension of her body, footwork light and near perfect, toned but feminine arms bringing to bear the current weapon of choice as her back arched, bended, twirled and twisted, making the most of her flexibility.
Training got Arian's focus off of other things.
In short-she did not intend to return to the Suite until right before the next round. In the meantime-she was staying away from everyone and anything, and dropping the deplorable English language from her tongue and mind until then.
Arian Lennox could only handle so much 'calm' interaction, after all. Once she was done with it-she was done with it, and prone to be standoffish or bitchy.
It served her purposes well enough.
((/ramble))
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