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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:42 pm
RPC Name: Hyperion V. Thatrust ((Said "That-rust".))
Bloodline being applied for: Mechinae
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: Mechanically speaking, I am more immune to the hazards that surround me than my squishier associates. Also speaking of them, I am horrible at communications with them. On the plus? I can rebuild myself and tinker around after having the bolts beaten from me after a bad conversation. However, I can only remember or learn so much.
RP Sample: "Communicating... Communicating... Establishing feeds. Connect Optic Drivers and Sensors. -" A brief silence would echo through out the empty warehouse. "Establishing basic programming at 5%... 8%... 12%... 17%... Rebuffering. Rebuffer- 45%... 50%... Connecting to Standard Signals at... At... Connected at 74%... Updating Software- CRAAAAAAAASH... Rebooting Thatrust Systems... Begin Illumination Drive. Color.Prompt:SelectionRoulette. Op. Color: Cyan... Status at reboot 80%. Geosynchronous Positioning Uplink: Established. Weapons systems: OFFLINE. Stress-Test at 85 Percent Breakage. Render Color.Prompt:SelectionRoulette Op. Color: Goldenrod... Translate Color into STRESS.Format. Utilizing Basic Viral and Programming Basics: 99.9%... 100% Thatrust System: Engaged."
In the pile of forgotten crates and discarded effects of the warehouse, a noise could be heard from where the prior noises of a woman once was. And with a slow, but eventual cracking oc decayed wood and ruined metals a large, blue fist would smash outwards and fill the emptiness that composed the inner-organs of the warehouse. Casting lights and shadows down upon other things and making the cockroaches and insects so familiar to the dank reaches of the unbrightened world, scatter like leaves in the wind. It would flail its arm in an attempt in movement, trying to understand why it was inside of a crate as it moved its arm back and forth. "Uuungh." It seemed to whine in a dual way. The gears and servos that allowed it movement were in a state of still only being gradually released. "Aaa-" It started to activate its speakers and attempt to exclaim a prerecorded voice file. "Aaaaaanyone?" The voice came out to sound like that of a middle aged man, rich in the delights of smoking and hoarse in comparison to standards of a normal person.
It tussled slightly and moved within the crate to the left, then the right. "Argh..." It moved its other arm now, free of the container and seemed to try and lean itself forward. It couldn't get itself up as it would shake and twists from side to side and eventually stop altogether. "CommandPrompt.STRESS; ACTIVATE." And in a fleeting burst of bright orange light, its mild agitation provided the machine enough ability to actually shoot its arms through the rotten woods, scattering hugs mounds and ripping the crate out from under itself as the aged packing peanuts would scatter into an explosion of bright blues and faded whites. It would sit there, the pulsating orange that lined its body as it seemed to evaluate its next move... "I... Who..." It began to synthesize a thought. "Who. Am. I?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:01 pm
@Dylan: Nifty <.< and Approved.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 6:27 pm
RPC Name: Haven't decided that yet. I always wait to see if I get the bloodline I applied for.
Bloodline being applied for: Bender
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: (Do not copy and paste) The element the Bender controls is stronger than the norm, and they have serious control over it. On the downside, being a Bender takes up the class slot, and they can't use any other physical skills other than hand to hand styles. Down the line, the Bender can branch from their element into something more.
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
Jade exhaled deeply, taking in the fresh mountain air. She loved this place, even if she was here for a hit. "No point in wasting anymore time." Jade said to no one in particular. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a metal striated rod which was pointed at the end. Jade took aim and pulled her arm back, then launched it forward. The rod flew forward with inhuman speed, having been propelled forth by a blast of wind from Jade. She dove forward, holding her arms out while she swung her legs forward. Her pose was really like a reverse swan dive. Jade flew through the air at high speeds. When the ground began to get closer, she flipped right side up, and thrust her arms down. A puff of air shot down, and slowed her descent down. The stream of air continued, and she kept it going until her feet touched the ground. About 10 feet to her left, a man dressed in armor had fallen from a tree, a striated metal pole sticking out of his stomach. Jade retrieved her weapon, and moved on, wiping the blood off.
"Why does everyone insist on hiring the whole damn country? They're gonna die sooner or later. This just makes me want to make it a lot sooner!" She said, coming to the 'hidden' building. On the ground the building was incredibly hard to find. But if one was able to launch themselves into the sky it stuck out like a sore thumb. Apparently, they thought 12 guards posted around 'incognito' would be enough to defend a 'well hidden place'. Now, all 12 guards were laying face down on the ground, in their own blood.
Jade stopped as she found herself looking at very tall iron gates. They were solid, which was a good thing. If they had any holes in it, then Jade wouldn't be able to do her next technique. She closed her eyes and calmed her body, letting the adrenaline wear off. To be able to control raw nature was something very taxing. A sound mind was the key. If she was to ever loose control then anyone near her, including herself would be in serious danger. She pulled her arms back, first making circular motions. Jade widened her leg stance, and posed, much like a very popular anime character. Her hands were held at her side, one palm up and one palm down. The air she was gathering now had become visible between her palms. The ball of swirling air began to grow rapidly, and spin faster. When Jade felt as if the wind was ready to blow. She thrust her arms forward, shooting the ball straight at the gates With a sound like a cannon, they were busted in, creating a nice little opening for her to walk into.
Jade slipped through the gap, and moved on entering the building. She opened the door and found herself in a long hallway. Shrugging her shoulders, Jade took a step forward. The boards under her feet shifted slightly, pressing down. "Well isn't this cliche." Jade said as she bent down, gathering wind under her feet. Holes in the wall opened up as arrows began to shoot out from behind her, moving in a forward motion. Jade ran forward, and let the air she had gathered burst out behind her, which shot her forward. Perhaps due to some sort of freak accident, Jade slammed directly into her target. He had been gathering cookies and milk from his kitchen. Unfortunately for him, Jade had her metal rod out, which just so happened to embed itself into his chest. "What are the chances of that?" She said as she pulled out her weapon, standing up and dusting herself off. "What a cocky b*****d." She said as she picked up his cookies, eating them as she turned on her heels and walked away.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 6:51 pm
I want you to work on making your weaknesses more pronounced. No one likes that one guy that acts like their character is unbeatable, and that's how you came across. Aside form that, it was a well done sample. Just remember that you will not have that much power starting right off the bat, unless you apply for a higher position.
I'll accept it. Congrats.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 7:01 pm
No Wood. You don't have the power to make that decision right now. Maybe if you ask the Captain when this election s**t is finalized you can have that power, but right now it's a crew member's decision.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 7:24 pm
I assumed others would assume she is a higher ranking opponent, just so I could demonstrate the different things one could do...In RP I won't be anything like that, it just doesn't make sense. But since Wood can't approve it, can you give me a yes or no Mayvine?
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 1:37 pm
RPC Name: Corvo
Bloodline being applied for: Crow
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: The Crows are a group of people tat are basically bond with animals without having to be all Antro-y. They, for starters, automatically obtain a pet that's more badass than their normal counterparts. They also have pretty nice base stats. However, if their companion dies, their stats are reduced dramatically. They also suck when it comes to elemental spellweaving. As for the other weaknesses, they're not so much weaknesses as they are personality traits.
RP Sample: Corvo grinned a little. He sat atop a tower railing, gazing down below at the small town that housed no more than maybe three hundred people. It was dark, probably around midnight, but even from this vantage point, he could spot Lupo stalking through the allyways to avoid detection. Corvo's target was near, and he didn't want to risk losing her again. It'd taken him a month to find her this time, three the previous time.
The wind slightly picked up, enough to cause Corvo to wobble on his perch, nearly knocking him to his death. Sighing, he quickly climbed down, graceful as could be. Then he darted through the same allyways his wolf companion had used, careful to avoid patrolling guard torch light. His target, as Lupo had just explained, was the center of the town, where a castle of sorts resided. Within was the target, as far as either of them could tell, through scent and overhearing conversations amongst the townspeople earlier in the day. The front entrance was heavily guarded, but that didn't mean Corvo couldn't scale up the side of the castle's walls; the footholes were numerous indeed. It didn't take him long before he smelt a familiar scent: lillies... roses.... it was definitely her.
He found the balcony that the mixed scent originated from, and spotted a lightplace on the other side of the glass, lighting up the room. It was a royalty sort of room... fancy pictures, fancy furiture... fancy everything. But his target laid within an even more fancy bed. He grinned again; what good luck. He silently, careful not to make any noise the fireplace's flames couldn't cover up. He eased open the front door, quickly disposing on the door's lock so Lupo could enter as well. Lupo was the one that knew their quarry's scent. To Corvo himself, it just smelt like regular leather, but Lupo recognized it differently. As the wolf scanned the fancy bookshelves next to the fireplace, Corvo took the time to simply scan the room itself, until a 'Hmm' came from the fancy bed. The woman that had previously been sleeping... wasn't. Her eyebrow raised slightly. "And just what do you think you're doing?" Corvo crossed his arms. "This book. Where is it?" The woman, who was in nothing but a white shirt, reached under her pillow and pulled out a rather ancient looking book. "This one?" Corvo's eyes widened, but his used his hand to stay Lupo, who was already ready to pounce. Their target was this royal woman, because she'd stumbled upon that particular book, ancient with history and other details Crows greatly valued. "What do you want for it?" The woman placed her finger on her lips, teasingly. "How about you just stay here for the night and I give it to you... in the morning... when we're done."
Women..... true, normal royal men probably lacked certain... parts, but still. As the sun rose, Corvo stashed the book in his pack before nodding to Lupo, who'd stayed outside the room. The woman was sleeping... such a cute face for someone with such evil ideas. Then Lupo began to growl. Five armed guards from the sounds of the footsteps and armor clanks. As he exited the room to get to Lupo, he instinctively jumped before the wolf, warding off two of three arrows before the wolf was hit in the leg. He didn't want bloodshed, so Corvo merely shot a Flash Arrow at them, blinding them enough to yank the arrow out of Lupo and sprint away safely. Obviously, they'd never met a Crow before, because the meager defense attempts proved useless. Corvo merely jumped over wall after wall as Lump sprinted behind him, through holes in the defense the wolf could get through. Within minutes, they'd left the town far behind.
Corvo grunted, then yanked two arrows out of his body; his arm and back. He simply sighed as he used his energy to mend Lupo's leg, then bandaged himself up. Lupo lectured him the entire time, saying that his actions were reckless and he could have died. He was smiling, though. He finally had it, what was taken from his clan. Now he could finally return home.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 3:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 8:35 pm
RPC Name: Sjarrel Friszttrah (a.k.a. Frizz)
Bloodline being applied for: Bender (Fire)
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
tabOnly lighter and non-restrictive armors are allowed, there are no class bonuses and the only weapons available must be based on the bender's element. A bender is limited to their body and their element, but they can excel in both by learning any hand-to-hand styles and any skills available in their element, with all skills in their element performed as two ranks stronger.
tabDespite no class perks, benders have great base stats and can manipulate naturally occurring forms of their element, mildly manipulate closely related elements and can take control of any elemental 'spells' cast by others that aren't beyond their rank. Their only weakness within their element is that losing self-control interferes with using their abilities and losing composure can result in severe accidents.
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample): (assumes starting rank and no experience/skills)
tabSjarrel Friszttrah huddled over the small fire at the tribal campsite, her face spotted with freckles of dirt and hair scattered by the wind's tussling. Under her right arm was tucked a number of branches she'd taken the time to dry, carefully rolling them over a flame she'd conjured in her hand until the moisture that made them unburnable had evaporated. Though she didn't know any actual spells yet, a lifetime of being close to fire and the few accidental outbursts she'd had in her youth had taught her how to summon mild flames from her hands and, to some simpler ends, manipulate it; in this case using her skill to take would be unusable branches and dry them into workable firewood.
tabShe bent down over the meager fire the tribe had set and whispered sweetly to the flames. "Don't worry my love," she cooed, "I've bringed presents to give you, to make you nice and strong like a big fire. You eat them, hm? Nice and easy, like a kitty licking a bowl of milk, 'kay?" She paused a moment, listening intently as though the fire was giving her important advice in return, then smiled. Her face glowed with a soft affection as she finished the conversation with an eager, "Okay~" then began sliding a piece of wood over the hungry flames, easily, smoothly, and all the while encouraging the fire to lick up at it so that the tribe could have a decent fire instead of the small light that was no more brilliant or warming than a few littered candles. No sooner had she set down the third broken branch to burn before one of the tribal women ran up to her, screaming in a panicked tongue that Sjarrel couldn't understand and pushing her shoulder violently as though attempting to force the Bender to know what she was saying. Then, a loud shout, as though a call to arms, was heard from the distant hills.
tabThe sound of hooves quickly became audible and the older woman ran screaming back to the tents. Sjarrel's heart quickened, and her eyes widened with a look not of fear, but of guilt. 'What have I done... what have I done... what have I done...' Barely a dozen seconds had passed by the time three horsemen became visible and the camp was still a disorganized frenzy of people waking up, panicking or rushing for their weapons. Frizz glanced back at the tribals, horrified at what she'd done even though she didn't yet understand, then looked back with the same apprehensive guilt at the coming men. Then, her brows furrowed, her smokey green eyes narrowed and a smirk formed from her mouth. Two of the three were carrying torches and, right before her, the fire she'd started was alive and well. Though they were too far away to manipulate, the men were closing in fast and Sjarrel was already reaching out for their torches, feeling them both as she prepared to work their flames. Meanwhile, some of the tribals were already finished arming themselves and had begun to come out from the small gathering of huddled tents with bows readied.
tabJust as the lead horseman roared, Sjarrel waved her hands in an elegant signal and the flames of the two torches burst to life. The first horseman's flame caught fire to its torch's handle and seared the left eye his mount which panicked at the blinding flash of light and pain. The horse immediately reared awkwardly, as though trying to jump back, but its coordination had been off and its unstopped forward momentum turned against it, sending it toppling violently onto its side to crush the leg of its rider underneath. The second torch had been even better placed, allowing the burst to catch both the face and hand of its wielder aflame so that he fell back like a rag-doll off his horse as his hands instinctively went to protect his face; the fact that one hand was wrapped in flaming bandage offering lessened practicality to the gesture.
tabSjarrel winced at the screams of pain from the two men, another look of guilt crossing her face as she whispered apologies under her breath. The sound of the tribals' battle-readied cheers and the sound of snapping bowstrings eased her uncertainty, however, as she watched the last horseman, not yet recovered from the shock of his two inexplicably dropped comrades, receive a lovely quintet of well-place arrows through his face and chest before joining his comrades on the ground instead of atop his horse. Sjarrel had winced again, but the quiver of her lips as they pursed and shivered with the effort of holding back the guilt from knowing she'd caused this was again stemmed by the tribe as one of the tribal hunters who'd translated for her ran up to her and put his hand on her shoulder approvingly.
tab"Good." He said, a half-smile resting comfortably amidst his well-muscled jaw while a few warriors ran out to the fallen men to finish them off properly. "You already make up for stupid decision," the hunter then pointed to the fire and, with the same semi-approving half-smile, continued, "now, put it out."
tabThis time Sjarrel skipped the part where she'd wince and went straight to having her pursed, trembling lips be joined by welled up, guilt-ridden eyes as she nodded and bent over the fire. Looking back momentarily at the tribe she caught a diverse display of exasperated sighs, victorious dances and more than a few heads shaking with a sort of amused disbelief. She reached her hands out to egg the flames to stop eating away at their hard worked-for wood only to watch them flicker up before lowering to something only slightly less intense. Sighing, Sjarrel sat her hands in her lap and sunk into herself, letting her emotions drift off into the past and fade like dispersing smoke before returning to the world egging the fire, once more, to being about as brilliant and warming as a few littered candles.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 4:16 pm
@Faint: Approved
@Tenchi: Approved
@Delusion: Approved
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 2:20 pm
RPC Name: Iunno. o3o
Bloodline being applied for: Highborn
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Adv.: Empathic. Early elemental advancement. Powerful elemental abilities. Enhanced speed and strength. Bloodline skills cost half energy.
Dis.: Lawful. Unique scent. Limited class choices. Susceptible to certain elements.
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample):
[Ugh. I hate these things]
Leo had been roaming the hillside for days. He was not one to sit still. Even though he led a country, he could never sit still. He always felt the need to search out evil and crush it with an iron fist. Then, he came across them. There were three men, all seeming to be draconian warriors. Leo sighed to himself before a wicked grin painted his features. He walked up to them calmly. "Hello, boys. How is your day going?" He asked politely. They simply stared at him as if he were dumb. "Just give us your money and we will let you live pretty boy." The one in the middle said, a slight slur making his words slightly difficult to understand immediately. "Sorry boys, but I don't have any money on me." He said with a fox-eyed grin. Then he disappeared. He had sprinted towards them, far faster than they could have managed. Before they could even comprehend that he was in front of them his shin had struck one in the groin, sending him flying through a tree as if a giant had thrown him into it. He was like a whirlwind. Quite literally. A whirlwind appeared around him like armor as he swept through them, dealing devastating attacks as fast as a wasp can sting. Soon enough all three were slumped on the ground, bloodied and beat. They were inferior. "Never hold someone up again, or I will return to take your lives." He said venomously, then continued on his path as if nothing had happened.
I don't really wanna write any more, but I will if I must. >>
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 6:57 pm
RPC Name:
Not sure yet, this will decide on the rpc's outcome
Bloodline being applied for:
Bender (earth)
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline:
Benders are virtually the masters of elements, each element having a respective bender. In their chosen path, they have stronger control in the element's region. Downside, they are restricted to hand to hand combat only and weapons that are linked to their element, such as fan for air. Tthey also cannot have a class, as the bloodline itself is their class. And importantly, if a bender loses control their element will run rampant causing everyone and themselves harm. As benders become stronger, they'll eventually be able to branch their element into other elements relative of their main.
RP Sample:
Typhon stood leaning back against the slope of a mountain, a slab of earth holding him up as he watched the approaching unit of soldiers. It looks like they were moving a canapult on wheels around the mountainside to the nation on the other side. "What a tragedy, I suppose I better not stall any longer or I'll fall asleep." He said as he cracked his neck, stretching his body as he drew the hammer from his back. Spinning it around in his hand he brought it over his head dramatically, pausing for effect making his hair fall over his face. A small smile can be seen crossing his lips as he then brought it down with a mighty crash. "Time to get rolling" He said as the land shook violently. The mountain croaked and groaned as suddenly stress in the earth cracked, causing an rockslide to descend upon the small ground force. Typhon jumped from boulder to boulder as they rolled down at high speeds, demonstrating balance and coordination making it clear this wasn't the first time he done this. The soldiers began panicing, scattering around in attempt to avoid the falling boulders. A deafening crash echoed through the mountain range as the avalanche of earth struck ground level.
Dust and debries kicked up into a plume making it difficult to see. The canapult crushed, along with a handful of soldiers. Though some were unlucky enough to survive. Leaping off one of the rolling boulders Typhon spun around in midair, bringing his arm out and making the face of the hammer kiss a soldier's cheek, shattering the side of his face from the crushing impact inwards. The human fell with a disfigured head, his helmet served no protection. Typhon frowned as he saw alittle more then he'd expected to survive run at him, yelling and cursing him for causing the landslide.
"Then if you will not flee.....then all of you will die" He said as he stomped the ground with his foot, a crack along the earth ripped its way towards one of the oncoming men, causing his foot to fall into the earth getting stuck and fell forward, suffering a broken ankle beforebeing impaled by a stone spike protruding in front of him, blood running down the earth in his chest as bits and pieces of bones shredded his lungs and heart which wasn't including the spike itself in his body. Taking another step forward the bender struck the ground again, making a pillar shoot out of the ground as soon as the next soldier in line's foot hit the ground sending him airbourne.
Not stopping he then ran forward to greet the last three soldiers, not including the one airbourne. The first soldier swung at him with his sword in attempt to side swipe him, to which the earth beneath Typhon shot up a small pillar, the bender jumping at the same time giving him a boost as he did a flip just as he was directly over the human, his hammer coming around with his body colliding with the back of the head, smashing a hole into the man's skull as fragments of his skull punctured his already traumatized brain ending his life as the flip was completed. The soldier falling almost hit the ground, until the ground below him opened up almost big enough to swallow him whole if it weren't for the fact that his neck and ankles caught the edges, crushing his throat and spinal corde while his ankles were equally shattered, his body almost folding in on itself as he fell into the hole. "And they say one size can't fit all" Typhon remarked with crudeness in his words. The last soldier trembled as Typhon approached him. He raised a sword, pointing at Typhon making the bender stop and stare at him. Suddenly a small girl walked from behind Typhon, placing her hand on his arm softly. A look was all he needed. He looked at the survivor and pointed at him with his hammer. "You lucked out..." He said as the two turned around and began walking away. The loner, for whatever possessed him, ran towards Typhon with hopes of catching him in the back. However, he didn't get so lucky as the earth rose around him, forming over his feet and trapping him making him stop almost instantly, almost falling over. Though that didn't matter as Typhon spun around, throwing his crystal coated hammer at the fool.
To the soldier, the sun reflected off the crystal coating in brillant show of light and color. Blinding him as the hammer plowed through his chest, ripping out of his back and travelled several feet before the hammer did a 180* and flew back, reentering where it exited and bursted out of the hole it created upon entering right back into Typhon's hand covered in blood and organ remains. The man's body stood there for a moment, a clear hole through his chest as he then collapsed. The meaning don't go into the light has a complete new meaning here.
Typhon looked at Nix, shrugging. "We tried. He wouldn't listened....lets go we're going to be late" He said as his female partner nodded her head, the two walking around the mountain path back to the village.
(Sorry, never liked making samples...anyways what was shown here was him at higher rank. Using earth manipulating skills by movements of sorts and a weapon which is a hammer. It being coated in crystal is for when he can upgrade earth to crystal.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 2:57 pm
RPC Name: Areth
Bloodline being applied for: Black Blood
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: You are of insecure mind, and prone to losing you mind. A double-edged sword is held by you, as though you can't feel pain, you also don't feel your limit. Though having the Black Blood can make you a powerful enemy, it can also endanger you, and possibly lead to a premature death. Yet, this is not to say it without awesomeness. It allows full control over one's blood. Your specialized weapon resides within you, and extra weapons such as spear and spikes can be created from nearly nothing. Wounds can harden over, and at the highest levels, one can even regrow a limb, though the cost is heavy.
RP Sample: There Areth stood, facing the very man that took everything from her. She could not remove her eyes from his face; that smile that contorted into such evil, those eyes that danced like flames. Why could she not defeat him, why did she keep failing? Areth staggered forward a few steps, her body tired and rigid. His blade was lined with her blood, as were the floors and walls. Iron tinged the air, causing Areth's head to swim. "Why? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Areth staggered and fell. She didn't know when, but she had lost most her energy. She had failed to gauge her own damages, and was paying dearly for it. The man walked over to her, and smiled cruelly. "It's because I'm bored." With a flash, his sword fell down towards Areth.
A loud ting rang throught the room. The man jumped back, his sword having been stopped by a wall of blood. A cackling laughter began to creep from behind the blood, gaining intensity as the blood retracted towards the body lying there. "It's been far too lang since I've gotten to come out. Far too long!" Areth stood, though it wasn't Areth who was moving the body. Her conciousness was gone, and all that remained was a pure insanity, rasberry flavoured. 'Areth' looked to the man, and bent her body inwards in a fast motion. From her back spurted spikes, shooting fast towards the man. He dodged fast, and made his way behind her. As he drew closer to strike 'Areth' down, she spuna round and grabbed his neck, so fast he had no chance to run. "You're dead now." As quickly as it started, all was finished. A large lance quickly impaled the man, crimson spraying all over the room and girl. As the lance dissipated, all grew quiet. All except the low laughter that emanated from the young girl standing in the center of the room.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 12:14 pm
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