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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 4:59 pm
*Dendrobis cringes*
Well...at least I get to learn how to make a limanzana...wait...is it just me or does Verde look kind of...glowy? Maybe my optic sensors aren't working right...
*There's a click and all manner of strange lights flicker and flash from Dendrobis's eyes as they run a full diagnostic, and reset just for good measure*
Hmmm...nope...Verde is giving off some kind of light...but I can't determine the source. Do Boxadors normally glow on knockdown?
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:02 pm
Sara played as earnestly as she could. She believed in Verde. When he was knocked down Sara faltered in her playing. Oh no. However she noticed the oddness in his gloves. 'Come on Verde. You can do it.' She thought before noticing Jein playing a pulsing note on his guitar. Sara wasn't sure why he was doing so but decided to follow suit with her violin. She played a complimentary note with the violin allowing it to follow Jien.
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:03 pm
Kyrie…her emerald hued eyes as wide as they can get, watches in idle awe, both amazed and in horror. She leans into Berkana to ask…”Is he…channeling is inner spirit…or…something…?” She remembered that Verde was a bit upset with the others teasing him for not having a spirit animal...but was that about to change? It kind of made sense to the dragoness; how does one find their true self unless they've reached rock bottom in some shape?
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:04 pm
There's something about the song...something about the music that is longing for just the right thing...just the right sequence of notes. He isn't sure why or even where they come from, but Jien is still and silent for a few moments, and then begins playing. The song starts simple, a few elegant notes. Slowly it builds and intensifies, reaching out to the other sound. Jien plays as loud and intensely as he can. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37C2kxgRP9E
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Screams_Legit Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:32 pm
 *Berkana watches as Menta gets the upperhand, and uppercuts Verde....painfully. She's about to say something...but then stops herself.* "This presence...." *She hears Min E. Mo's voice off-mic and looks at Verde.* "They're shining...?" *she turns to Kyrie, who's asking her.* "Kyrie....I think you're right. But there's something else about this that I just can't place. Up until now I noticed the 'spiritual presence' of the other Naguals...like I would an animal. They are similar to their counterparts, but also distinct. But now..." *she turns from Kyrie to watch Verde.* "There's something different here. Something more...." *Berkana looks slightly annoyed, and preoccupied with this mystery before she hears Jien play.* "Jien? Wh.." *Jien plays the full song.* "...can you somehow hear it...?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:35 pm
 "What an odd sensation" Wagner mumbled as he stared towards the faintly glowing Verde. Immediate concern for his devastating knockdown replaced by an intense curiosity "That aura...". He heard the tone struck by Jien, still fixating upon the knocked down boxador, some sort of resonance, could the floating metal golem man somehow know what was going on? Either way, a strong feeling of something impending, seemed to saturate the space around. "I'm not quite certain" he replied a little belatedly to Kyrie "But I have the distinct feeling something rather extraordinary is about to happen. Mr Verde has not yet been bested" the alchemist nervously repositioned his glasses as he watched on in anticipation of what was yet to come.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:44 pm
 "¡...Seis...! ¡...Siet...¿¡Que!? *La Árbitra is a bit surprised when Verde suddenly stands up at the seven count. With the amount of damage he's taken, it's quite jarring. He's standing completely still and doesn't put up his guard. There's something different about him.* *Mac falls backwards out of his chair, surprised.* "EL TEMBLOR VERDE IS ON HIS FEET! WHAT AMAZING STAMINA! ¡ESO FUE RÁPIDO!"*Min doesn't show his surprise as visibly, but he's at a loss for words for a moment.* "............si, but he needs to make a fighting pose and show La Árbitra that he's able to continue before the Diez Count. Otherwise El Temblor Verde will lose by Standing Knock Out.""¿Are you able to continue, El Temblor Verde?"*She pauses for a moment, to wait for a response...but there's none. She waves her hand in front of his face. Then she snaps her fingers.* "....no response..." *She holds up eight fingers, despite the fact that Verde is standing.* "¡...Ocho...!" *Nine fingers. Verde blinks. He looks at the referee with a very dermined yet calm expression. He only says three words to her. But those three words' meaning take a moment to register for her* "¡...Nuev..¿¡EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH....!?" *The usual stern coolness is lost for a moment is lost for a moment as she's taken by surprise. She takes a few steps back, before walking up to Verde again. The lemur hops up on her shoulder and wiggles its ears, interested. She and Verde them exchange a few words. It's hard to hear what Verde is saying, but the monochrome official left her microphone's volume on just enough to be barely audible. She probably meant to turn it off completely. "¿...are you sure...? There is no going back from this...." *Verde nods with conviction.* "Very well then. Esquina Neutral.""Ladies and gentlemen. El Temblor Verde will resume the battle, but I must ask that you wait a moment before we continue." *She turns off her microphone and walks over to the red corner and says a few words. All three parties are shocked, but Señor Zanja grins. From there, she walks over to the judges' table.*
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:53 pm
Sara had watched as Mister Clover played a song. Sara attempted to follow along as best as she could. Verde stood up! It was working! However Verde still didn't make a fighting stance. 'Come on Verde. You can do it!' Sara internally cheered. Wait, Verde said something to the referee and Sara watched as the round came to a stop. Confused, Sara lowered her violin and walked over to Verde's corner. What was going on?
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 5:53 pm
"¿Que? ¿What are you talking about?" *He looks over and squints, but then the glowing becomes more pronounced.* "¿¡He's....actually shining....!?" *He looks back to Dendrobis* "Lo siento...I've never even heard of anything like this before. Then again, this is only my third job in El Hexágono Menor..." sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:05 pm
La Esquina Azul *Verde returns to his corner and stands in front of his friends. He says nothing* *Coach Guante raises an eyebrow.* "Niño...¡Explain yourself! ¿!What exactly did you say that stopped the match...!? ¿¡What possible reason would she stop the match in the middle of a round like that!?" *He looks over to the red corner and sees the khaki-clad promoter looking rather smug, then back to Verde.* *Verde looks up at his coach and says three words:* "Invoco Apuesta Máscaras"*Coach Guante stares at Verde* "Niño...I must have misheard you. Repeat yourself.""I said, I 'Invoke Masks Wager' I'm going to bet it all on this final round."*Coach Guante has a combination of surprise, anger, confusion, and curiosity on his face. He decides it best to explain the context to Verde's companions before saying anything else.* "To a Boxador, the mask is everything. To bet one's mask on the outcome of the battle means that the loser must forsake their public 'face' forever. In other words....when Verde and El Fregar Menta return to the Hexagon...the loser will never be able to be a Boxador ever again." *He raises his hand to slap Verde across the face, but sees his determined look and stops himself.* "Explain yourself."*Verde turns to his friends. Despite the absolute circumstances, he seems to exude a quiet and intense confidence. "After that last attack, I dreamed that I was flying. I heard a voice. It was my voice...but it was akin to another speaking with my borrowed sound." *He looks over to Jien* "At first I thought it was you, Señor Vaquero. I hear you use my voice...but it wasn't you. This voice was one that had always been there, but only now I was able to hear it. And in my dream....there was a song. A song that helped it to awaken a bit more. My Nagual. " *He clenches his fist, excited.* "I feel...that in the crucible of Boxa Libre...my Nagual is so close to awakening. Just a little bit farther...but that little bit is so deep. Sorry for being so selfish...but I need to see this through to the end." *Verde is definitely fatigued. Beaten, bruised, and exhausted. Regardless, he continues his explanation as he looks to his trainer.* "What's more, if I won under normal circumstances today....I've made far too many mistakes to stand out. If El Fregar Menta beat me and lost his next match, he would retire. I would never have a chance for a rematch. We're settling this today." *He slams his fists together.* "If I can prevail under these conditions...then my notoriety will substantially increase, and according to PAR regulations, I would be able to challenge far higher ranked Boxadors than I would normally." *He smirks* "I should thank El Fregar Menta. His passion and desperation reminded me that if I'm going to stand as El Rey...as The King....of Boxa Libre...I need to give it everything I have. I don't want his legacy to be that of a buffoon. If he is to lose, I want him to lose to the future Rey de Boxa Libre."*he turns to his friends, with some mixed emotions. He had this all planned in his head before he got back, but it's much harder to actually say.* "But if by some chance...I lose...this is where we will part ways. I wouldn't want you to remember me as an ordinary man." *He takes off his monocle and top hat.* "I am El Temblor Verde, and El Temblor Verde is me. But....I am also a man with my own name and my own face. If we are to never meet again, I want you to know who I am."*The mask must have some sort of magical properties, because it peels itself away from Verde's face. The man behind the El Temblor Verde persona is a young man with black hair...and no moustache whatsoever. He has those same intense turquoise eyes." "What I desire is a fulfilled life, not an easy one. I want fight and suffer to achieve my ideal life. With everything that I am, I show this country that the modern gentleman can stand above all. I will not cheat. I will not lie. I will uphold my values and become the ultimate champion: the King of Boxa Libre." *he smiles* "My name is Reynaldo Quixote. Have faith in me, just as I have faith in you." *The man behind the mask exudes the same kindness and boldness as the man who fought against a mafia cyborg for the sake of his friend, and the same one who asked a foreign girl to represent him...despite there being no precedent.*
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Screams_Legit Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:13 pm
Jien does some quick sign language.
[[Win or lose, there is always a place for you at Music Park. But you should know that the music I was playing...it is hard to explain. I did not write it. I did not create it. There was something...asking for that music to be played. But the notes are not enough. You must be the one to wake it, but I will do whatever I can to assist]]
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:18 pm
With a brow quirked, the dragoness wonders as to what is going on…what is being said…and why the referee looked so shocked, and the other fellow looking so pleased…
Oh…wagering one’s whole career! “Master Verde…I doubt any one of us would ever consider you an ordinary man. You inspire strength and courage in us all. And not just us, but to the crowd of spectators as well. I have faith that you will be whatever you strive to be, fate be damned. You have the power to do whatever it is you aim to do. And no one will ever take that away from you.” And damn was he a pretty boy beneath that mask, with such a smooth face, black hair, and piercing eyes! It was probably best such a face was always covered up! The girls would surely be swooning all over him if they say it on a regular basis!
“Go. Win this fight, and make history.” Kyrie said with a simple smile and a grand curtsy to her friend; which was a huge sign of respect from where she came from.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:21 pm
Dendrobis winks at the limanzana vendor as if to say "brb" and wanders over to her friends. She makes a high pitched, metallic noise at the discovery of Verde's clean shaven face. Then she puts on a pouty face and crosses her arms.
"I know it's a big deal to loose one of these matches but...we only get to be your friends if you win? Well that sucks. Because if I lost at something important, I'd probably need all the friends I could get to help pick me up. But what do I know? I'm made of metal."
She taps her stomach a couple of times, making a resounding "clang".
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:36 pm
Sara felt conflicted hearing his explanation. This was an all or nothing match. He didn't want to be remembered as an ordinary man by his friends and Sara had a feeling that if he lost, despite everyone telling him he could always come to Music Park, that this may be the last time she ever will see him. If he won, then the road will certainly be difficult.
Sara gave Verde a brave smile. Even without the mask he was a true gentleman. "Verde, I believe you can do this." She said before taking a deep breath and letting it slowly out. "After your match, I would like to talk to you, if you like." She said turning red. She probably should have waited until after the match to say that but it was too late now. The words were already out there. "Give it all you got!"
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:57 pm
How terribly confusing, just as Wagner figured he was getting a good handle on the rules of this sport, Verde started talking with the referee and the match was stopped. Was Verde out? No someone would have said something, but he seemed to be returning to his corner after a few quick words. The sickly alchemist figured either he or his aging trainer would explain the situation. Upon listening to the green-clad sportsman's reasoning behind the affair Wagner's face contorted into a very confused frown. Was Boxa Libre this serious, could the competitors bet their entire careers and all their work away so simply? He felt himself aligning somewhat with coach Guante, in that the move seemed incredibly foolhardy if more exposure and fame was his only motive, but this outlook quickly changed with Verde's next words. The parasitic scientist raised his eyebrows in surprise as the man's mask peeled back as if having a life of its own to reveal the young ban beneath, what was that thing made of anyway? Carefully he listened, and through the passion from the man's words, and intensity of the look in Verde's - in Reynaldo Quixote's eyes, he understood. he looked back to Reynaldo, this time with a more serious, yet determined face. "I admit that until lately, I did not fully appreciate the levity of your sport, and your determination and ambition, but I think now I can see..." Wagner said "In the spiritual palace of this temporal visible earth and all the elements beneath the created sun in its actions and attributes, I wish that all the fortunes of this world and its ever churning œther be with you" he closed his eyes in silent reflection then once again gave Verde an encouraging look, as much as his somewhat limited emotive ability could manage "Go then my friend, and set your own destiny, no matter who you are or who you become, your soul still has the same language..."
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