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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 5:49 pm
((That's alot of apologizing if you're apologizing for autohitting. eek Jesus))
As soon as he began to trip, ((by the way I don't see how you could just make him trip mid action like that but whatever. What's done is done.)) Alucard merely smiled and his entire body instantly vaporized become mist and shadow. The mist itself slowly crawled around the Cziri before it pooled behind him. Yet while the mist moved in one direction the shadows merely moved away as liquid, pooling on the ground before slipping into it. The mist finally came into physical form. However it was merely the coat that Alucard had been wearing, it flowed like liquid for a few minutes, retain the shape of the coat before turning into a large demonic hellhound. The hound's six eyes opened, each fierce red eye full of rage, the rest of the shaggy dog was the utmost blackness.
Without stopping to give the man a chance to turn around the dog plunged toward's Cziri, it's open mouth ready to clamp down on the opponent, however as it flew in the air towards the man's back it's mouth kept enlongating, more jagged teeth popping into place with every passing second...Mid flight however it disappeared. The lucky Cziri not knowing how close to death he really was. With that the arena was empty and Alucard was gone.
((Sorry I have to peace out because the library is closing but we can have a rematch sometime if you please. Try to work on that whole autohitting thing.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:16 pm
A man walked on stage wasn't to tall, wasn't to short. He had on green clothes. He chuclked to himself as he looked at his other competitors.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:23 pm
Standing in the seats, was a man wit hlong, black hair tied in a cord. His caramel colored skin highlighted his facial features. He pushed up his thin frame glasses, whih, instead of making him look nerdy, made him look more defined. His pure white shirt, the tail trailing in the back and the rest untucked as well, seemed to contrast his hair and dark black pants. His short, tattered black cape billowed behind him. You could see the multitude of weapons, while he held a long, staff like object in his hands. Despite his menacing apperance, the man seemed to have an aura of warmth and caring about him, like a fatherly figure.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:40 pm
It wasn't much of a surprise with the crowd of this tournament, perhaps, to see a young man in only his late teens hanging about. Nor to see him with weapons, a large blade sheathed down his back, a short blade on either hip, and a thin wooden walking staff with a leather cord tied through a whole in the top and knotted.
Not too tall, he was maybe 5'10"-maybe, or perhaps just missed it- and slim overall, thoug his shoulders were a touch broader than his thin frame might have made one expect. Not broad, really, bust strong, sturdy.
Long brown hair, and a light gray undershirt beneath a dark green jacket, with black pants just a little snug, but not too tight. Thick leather belt, and short brown boots. Not exactly dressed for combat, yet he waited as if expected something off to one side of the entrance to the area, watching each person to walk in for a moment before going off to study someone else around.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:40 pm
I walked around the arena's edge looking for a possible opponent. lookin
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:45 pm
Psychofish It wasn't much of a surprise with the crowd of this tournament, perhaps, to see a young man in only his late teens hanging about. Nor to see him with weapons, a large blade sheathed down his back, a short blade on either hip, and a thin wooden walking staff with a leather cord tied through a whole in the top and knotted. Not too tall, he was maybe 5'10"-maybe, or perhaps just missed it- and slim overall, thoug his shoulders were a touch broader than his thin frame might have made one expect. Not broad, really, bust strong, sturdy. Long brown hair, and a light gray undershirt beneath a dark green jacket, with black pants just a little snug, but not too tight. Thick leather belt, and short brown boots. Not exactly dressed for combat, yet he waited as if expected something off to one side of the entrance to the area, watching each person to walk in for a moment before going off to study someone else around. (If ya don't mind, read a lil' bit of my first entrance post -- I'm being a bit indescriptive here.) Lying against a wall was a man who actually looked ready for combat. The figure eyed the young man who he was to meet in battle, but only for a moment as the spar he had to agreed to prevented the use of power, and he considered the special properties of his eyes, well powers. He closed his eyes tight, while he raised his right hand and brought his yellow headband down onto his eyes, now it was a blinker. His silvery highlighted hair sprayed in the wind, his face remaining rather mute. For some reason, his tounge seemed to pour out of his mouth for a while along with a few of his sharp crystalline fangs. He was wearing what would be a tight, sleeveless, black shirt that fit well against his abs of steel. But in all actuallity, the shirt was made of a bed of disabled nanobots and nanites, allowing for the concealment of weapons. A few large hilts did barely pop out in rather random places. His arms were decorated with the divine seals, and appeared rather scarless now. His hands were wrapped with a fine linen, complimenting his bronze skin tone, which oddly seemed to have hints of blue that were not from the seal. He wore tight black jeans that seemed to become baggy as they became closer to his feet that were wrapped in similar linen and sat on steel sandals, probably with some weapon hidden down there. He grabbed two roses, one in each hand, and with a flicker of energy, they transformed into two katars, one on each hand. The two katars had slick, a little bit thick silver blades that extended outwards maybe eleven inches. The loops in which the hands would slip into were rather tight, but they still allowed for squeezing. There was another loop under the extended blade in which the ring and index fingers of each hand fit into, allowing for superior control. The blade was indented in certain areas to improve areodynamics. Get the jist'? Eh, my katar is slightly different than a normal one. It works similarly, though.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:54 pm
Kai stood near the top of the arena. He had his twin Plasma pistols out, practicing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:47 pm
Lady Sierra "He did... That's part of my confusion. It's also why I am as I am now--"
She hesitated and then set the mug down, standing before him, she strips off her shirt, to better show him her stomach. (settle >_> She has a bra on. Sheesh.) Vahn should be able to notice right away what she was trying to show him... The mark that he had bestowed upon her when he shared his life with her... was all but faded. Normally this wouldn't be odd, as it had faded from the other two he'd marked hadn't it? But when a second union had reinforced that bond, the emblem that encircled her navel had remained as bold as ever against her flesh. Their bonds, were weakened, and this was visual proof.
"This is our future if something does not change ashke... our bond will sever..."
She paused a moment, weighing what she was about to say next. Deciding that there really wasn't a delicate way to put this, she presses on.
"I'm dying Vahn. I didn't think that a bond of raneuri could be broken... but Victor and Ra'kar have found a way to at the very least diminish it's existance to this state of fragility. This body... is a borrowed one. From my uncertain future... As such, it is weaker than my 'present' self. For every day that passes, I fade further from this existance."
Sierra had undergone a transference of self. With the aide of a time mage, she'd 'sealed' her body of present day... still pregnant with twin souls. And borrowed from her future self, a vessle that would not jeopradize the lives of her unborn children. Since then, she'd been searching... fighting... holding out for a hope. "Isn't that just another way of saying your growing old?" He leaned away from the sight, not entriely pleased with the memories that flooded him. "We've both lived around long enough... is this severance really that life threatening to you? Every genetic strucutre eventually breaks down--- even I'm no exception." Of course, even with a cloned body, there were still complications...
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:49 pm
He wasn't completely done with his technique, though, the last part wasn't necessary, but it helped. Using the traced amount of energy around his body, and the other model 200 feet away, he would break apart his body into energy, and have it travel along the stream of energy he created between the too models, where at, he would reconstruct within the other model 200 feet away. At the time he would be close to the top of the coliseum, his posture was normal, both legs apart a bit, and both arms at his sides. Now, the down side to not having it done all the way, was he left all of his energy he had outside his body that was down there, down there; on top of this he felt worn out from not having his energy around him.
It wouldn't take too long to get his energy back to him, but it'd be enough time for him to be some what vulnerable to his opponent; assuming his opponent was as fast as him. So he immediately began pulling his energy back, in the hopes that his sudden action would bewilder his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:49 pm
+++The gryffe padded toward the stadium's entrance, his footfalls measured, controlled; quiet as one might make such actions, though not actively trying to be stealthy. He was simply not stomping about like an ogre--though ogre he might have appeared. Standing at just under three hundred centimeters, and covered with thick, rippling muscle, he was quite imposing to some. To others, he may be merely an equal, though neither thought ever crossed his mind.
+++Running two fingers of his left hand along the length of the stone corridor he was currently traversing, he mused about his recent "escape" from the life of a slave--his duties, for those curious, were best left unsaid in such a forum. He was still unsure of what he was to do now, though two things were clear: stay away from bounty hunters, and earn enough money to survive. While arenas were oft hot spots of hunters, it was to be believed that by being a contestant, one would avoid attempts at capture. As well, the reward for winning but sixth place was naught to turn one's beak up at, and for first? Well, he might not have to work for quite some time afterward, should he live as he had--and he intended to.
+++As his clawed hand left the wall, the gryffe would turn into a room, occupied by other future contestants. He'd already signed up outside, and now all that needed to be done was hone his dirk. Settling himself down carefully atop a stone bench, he'd dig both the dagger and a whetting stone out, and begin to sharpen the slightly-dulled blade.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:04 pm
The elf pulls her shirt back on, an attempt to ease his discomfort even a little. And shakes her head.
"By borrowing my body from the future and exposing it to further wear and tear, I shorten my lifespan considerably each day. Some of your -new age- elves live for a thousand or so years if they're lucky... but we ancients... We have transended Millenia. The true keepers of Gaia. I should have at least a few more centuries in me... For this world's time passage is slightly different from my homeland's. But at this rate of accelerated deterioration... I fear I will be dead within 2 years."
She wraps her arms around herself and shivers, eyes fixated on the floor as she continues.
"While I fear the disharmony that breaking the pact of four could cause... I fear more that which I will leave behind. Have you not yet wondered why I have borrowed this body?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:29 pm
"Well, yea, the thought had crossed my mind..."
He stared at her, not completely sure what she was getting at. He would just have to try harder, right? He could fix everything... save her.. bring it all back to the way it was.. right?
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