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 Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 1:30 pm
((This isn't any of my business or anything....but I'm pretty sure mods have the last word in such an arguement. So all we can do is suck it up and keep playing.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:12 pm
((Fair with me Flail, In any case Ali's goals weren't too kill so you're free to say that he was knocked out for a moment or that another member nursed Flail back to his good health or something, like Cinema for instance.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:14 pm
((flail has a bit of a hard head so i'll be out cold for a bit
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:16 pm
(( xD Alright, I guess this end the OOC discussion as well here now))
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:21 pm
*flails head crunched into the ground, splitting anf fracturing the area it hit and knock flail out cold. he fell in a sensless heap.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 2:32 am
OOC: Safe to say I just answered my own questions about how the fighters work here. -yawns again.-
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:43 am
(so the battle ended and no one is posting XP)
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 7:24 pm
((Sorry about that, haven't had much time on my hands lately.))
A soon as Reeve's head was severed from his body the strings went limp and the gloves completely disappeared. Blood spread from his body and dripped from his head for but a moment, then his skin turned to stone and blood turned to sand. The entire process of changing couldn't have taken more than a minute, and then the stone crumbled to small rocks. Nothing was left of him, no trace that he had even been there. The symbol on Yawgmoth's chest suddenly seemed to become stronger, sucking out energy as if it was finally allowed to work at full capacity... In the pile of rocks there was a small, silver gem that could have been no more than the size of a marble. Then, suddenly, a black hand reached from the earth, grabbed it and left again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 7:46 pm
The sudden intensity brought Yawgmoth to his knees. His energy was fading at an alarmingly fast rate. His brain was trying to work through every magical incantation it knew as fast as possible in hopes of somewhere in there finding a removal spell of some kind. Yawgmoth's mind was frantic going faster and faster to try and keep up with the alarming energy loss. However, before it got too far, before his mind found a solution, something inside of him clicked. It had been lying low for a few days but it had not been exorcised and the loss of its host meant the loss of its existence. It would not allow this at all. The demonic spirit that still possessed Yawgmoth took over. The markings that had stuck to the left side of his neck and shoulder rapidly spread over his body, the lines thickening to meet one another turning his skin a thick obsidian black. His hair grew slightly and turned white. His eyes slowly whited out from their crimson red pools. Horns burst through his skull and wings ripped from his back. Fangs, claws, the sharp ended demonic tongue and all, it was done. The demon had taken over.
"I have certainly preserved my future in this creature." it said aloud tilting its head. The demoniacally possessed Yawgmoth chanted some words in some ancient language of darkness. A language unknown to even the original Yawgmoth who's life span covered so many eons. The darkness inside of Yawgmoth stopped listening to its former master and began to obey the demon. The demonic Yawgmoth opened its mouth and exhaled a thick green gaseous cloud. It had used the ancient magic it knew to dispell all foreign effects on its host body, this meant Reeve's symbol mostly. The demonic Yawgmoth chuckled "No man's magic is as great as mine. Not even my host's abilities. But, he will find out soon enough, for now, he will have to...owe me one. He can figure out how to heal himself on his own however. That is not my task" the demonic entity said to itself with another chuckle as the blackness on his skin, the teeth, claws, horns and wings all sunk back and away. His tongue forked once more instead of ending in one sharpened point and his hair color returned. The black streaks of markings that had originated from his neck returned there leaving their mark on his now normal body.
Yawgmoth blinked not remembering what the demonic entity that controlled him in those brief moments had done. Examining his chest he had found the marking gone. Did he die? and somehow resurrect clean? That was next to impossible given the amount of energy that thing was draining. Had he unconsciously called upon the healing powers of the white Ur-Dragon to restore him? No...no his energy would be nearing its limit if he had done that. He would not have regained consciousness yet if he had used that gift. Something else was at work here, something Yawgmoth was still unaware of for the moments. It was, however, better not to tempt fate and question what had removed Reeve's mark. Perhaps after all, killing Reeve had removed it as it did the strings from his body. And seeing that Reeve was gone Yawgmoth assumed this to be the obvious answer to his question. Standing once again Yawgmoth's legs trembled beneath him having difficulty supporting his near three hundred pound frame. This caused him to walk very awkward and dizzy like. As if he were a drunkard. Never the less, the deed done. Yawgmoth left the arena to go home.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 7:56 pm
She struggled against Seisuke again, going against her better judgment, she was able to see Reeve's disembodied head as his body transformed to stone and crumbled away. "Reeve!" she shouted, knowing it would not to any good. When the dark hand reached out and took something, she felt despair like nothing else. There was only dust left over, she did not know what happened to him or what the hand was.
She looked to Seisuke, tears streaming down her face. "I cannot feel .." she said simply. Her hands had uncoiled from fists and instead were grabbing the fabric of Seisuke's top. There was too much going on, too many emotions, too many actions between people. Her heart broken, her mind in overdrive. With a sharp breath, she placed one hand on her temple, clearly in pain. The next moment, she lost consciousness and crumpled.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 8:17 pm
he grabbed her as she fell slowly putting her ont the floor he spoke "Ziven! Ziven! are you allright?" Checking her for ways to restorea her health with his abilities.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 8:40 pm
As soon as she heard her name, she stirred. Aware of her surroundings, even with her eyes still shut. Instincts told her she should not be touched quite yet, she did not know who to trust. Rolling away from Seisuke, she was crouched down on one knee, her head hung low. Raising a hand to her temple again, she inhaled deeply and shook her head. Upon doing so, she changed to blue from head to toe, blue hair, blue dress were changed, her gloves and scarf remained.
Slowly she raised her head, looking at Seisuke. Tilting her head, she observed him, unblinking, silent. Though the light was dim, she could see clearly and if anyone still around were to care to look, it would be clear her eyes were deep blue, deep as midnight and shaped like that of an animal. Rising from the ground, she vaguely recalled the events of the evening. Carefully she stepped closer to him, not taking her eyes from his.
"Seisuke." her mind called to him gently, not as a question, not as a greeting, but merely a statement of fact that she recognized him and would speak to him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 4:59 am
Yes it is i Seisuke your friend. Now come here everythings allright let me help you -he approached slowly without hesitation. knowing that she wasnt in her best mentality. Avoind straining her more. Ready for anything he made his clear so that she stays calm. If the situation require
drastic measures
to help.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 5:22 am
It was clear he did not understand. That would come later. She was, however, impressed that he would approach her so readily. Now that they were close, she looked again in the direction where what remained of Reeve in the arena rested.
A feeling of confusion, loss could be felt before more words came. "The man who had my heart .. was there. Why did he fight? Once he expressed desire to be by my side if conflict were to arise yet here he had taken it all upon himself, alone. I had not the chance to speak with him about why."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 9:55 am
Honestly i could make all the pretexts in the world and none could be a certainty unless i were Reeve *he said honestly to her and wnated to make sure that she wants him* If he could be back would you want to be with him? *he gazes at her deep animal blue eyes*
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