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 Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 3:18 pm
Sparn was resting lazily at the edge of the forest. He was leaning against a tree with his head lowered and his eyes closed. He had a lot to think about.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 3:26 pm
Akako Shiko crzycziri Bwahaha! One of the table sets had come to life and unwrapped itself! With a snap of magical weaving, two sharp steak knifes bulleted towards her, locked on her deliciously hidden demonic aura! Akako turned on her heal and dodged both of them. A low growl came from her throat as she unsheathed her katana. "God damn it.. why the hell is this happening!?" She glared hard at the knives then her left hand came up and ripped the pendant away. She shifted into her fallen form and fire whipped around her body and wings . Ah, but the knifes were homing in on her, and one of the knifes would still hit, while the other was trapped within the wall. The knife would slice through her shoulder blade, splitting many tendons before burying itself deep into her flesh, and feeding it some sort of infection that would force her arm to twitch and get itself into an even worse state, infact the movement might force the arm quite off. The infection tried to take control of more nerve impulses and corrupt them, and as it did so, it would use the muscles it already controlled and slam her into a wall.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 3:31 pm
Sparn raised his head as he opened his eyes and loosely pushed away from the tree with one elbow. He stood still for a second, sighing, then walked towards the arena to see who else was around.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 3:36 pm
crzycziri Akako Shiko crzycziri Bwahaha! One of the table sets had come to life and unwrapped itself! With a snap of magical weaving, two sharp steak knifes bulleted towards her, locked on her deliciously hidden demonic aura! Akako turned on her heal and dodged both of them. A low growl came from her throat as she unsheathed her katana. "God damn it.. why the hell is this happening!?" She glared hard at the knives then her left hand came up and ripped the pendant away. She shifted into her fallen form and fire whipped around her body and wings . Ah, but the knifes were homing in on her, and one of the knifes would still hit, while the other was trapped within the wall. The knife would slice through her shoulder blade, splitting many tendons before burying itself deep into her flesh, and feeding it some sort of infection that would force her arm to twitch and get itself into an even worse state, infact the movement might force the arm quite off. The infection tried to take control of more nerve impulses and corrupt them, and as it did so, it would use the muscles it already controlled and slam her into a wall. Akako let out a scream as one of the blades dug in. She ripped it out and broke the blade also cutting her hand. She touched where she was wounded and fire burned the wound shut. She gritted her teeth then dissapeared. She was quite the skilled runner. "Inside.. now.." she breathed her arm completely limp. She felt all control giving in, but she pushed herself to make it to Omi at least. Why someone was trying to kill her was beyond her. Pain shot through her as she hit a wall and fell back. She breathing was irregular and her eyes narrowed. "I won't give up!" She yelled then stood up again running her hardest.
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Benevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 3:38 pm
Sparn turned, confused as he heard yelling. He saw Akako running and stared.
"I don't even want to know what's going on right now..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:43 pm
Javelin had obviously missed too much when she'd taken a snooze in a concealed hallway corner. As it appeared, one catagory of the tournament had already started, and she bit her lips against hope that it wasn't her catagory, and that she hadn't missed her turn.
So, it was only natural that a trip to the sign-up booth, which featured a list of competitors, was in order.
The day was nice, even though the serenity was being interrupted here and there by pointless pre-match fighting. Honestly, these people ought to conserve themselves, or at least excercise in a less stressed environment. She'd really have to admire the stamina of anyone who could keep going like these folks seemed to be doing. (But, considering that most of the competitors here were over-glorified, over-powered, and armed to the teeth, she probably shouldn't have been too surprised.)
She jogged from the stadium, thanking fate again for such comfortable shoes, and straight to the precise table she went. To her immense relief, her own bracket had yet to fill up. They were... She counted quickly... About eighteen slots left.
"Well," She'd practically sighed the comfort into the air, "Thank goodness."
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 1:43 pm
A figure wearing a black cloak began walking towards the arena entrance. His hood was back, revealing his tanned skin and silvery-grayish hair. He ignored everything around him and walked inside.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 8:38 pm
Outside the arena, the hulking purple mechlike figure of Jatanma appears to be deep in silence, occasionally muttering to himself.
"C'mon, it's not like you bastards have any use for - "
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"We're underground with no enemies, no one will miss it!"
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"Grease, give me the damn gun or I'll kick your a** when I get back."
A violent screeching is suddenly emitted from his helmet, followed immediately by a full round of equally violent cursing interspersed with meaningless death threats.
"Would you like the commander to find out about that? .....Then just send it over already. Don't screw with me, you know the damn coordinates! Please aim for the damned hardpoint, though, Loony will be pissed if she's gotta attach it for me and you don't waaaaaaaaant that!"
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After about five minutes, during which Jatanma stands perfectly still and stays completely silent, a thin beam of light streaks down from the sky, impacting his right shoulder and reforming into what looks to be a very effective vulcan gun.
"Hey, nice."
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:50 pm
A young woman stood near the entrance. Her body was covered by a black halter top and loose black pants that clung to her hips, the pants looking as if they would slip off at any moment. Silver hair topped her head, the shining strands standing on their own, making her hair spike up. Her thin, muscled body was relaxed, her shoulders against the wall behind her, her hips tilted forward, one leg resting on the other. Her fingers were in her pockets, thumbs hooked over her pants waistband. Soft muscle defenition showed over her stomach, on her arms, just enough to show she had muscles, but not enough to make her bulky. Her head leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed, the sun shining down on her face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:29 pm
In the wilderness leading away from the tournament, the mercenary known as 'Omi', dark garbed as usual, was pushing several flimsly bits of plants and large leaves aside with his left, gauntlet adorned hand. Supposedly, a demon had been sighted in these parts - one of depravity, insanity, and blood-lust. Which, worked quite fine for he. A demon was what twas required for a blade forgery by his new acquaintence, Kuro, after all.
Yet, as he made it through the slightly humid air, a bit of sweat began to form upon the young man's skin. So far, all he had sighted was a few small animals here and there - no grand 'demon'. "Damn! My match has been decided too, I need to hurry up with this, or-"
His thoughts were cut short by a strange sound. It made the mercenary become tense in an instant, both arms at his sides. The air seemed to distort.. and become quite audible - which made Omi all the more nervous. A cool breeze met his sweat adorned skin, what was exposed - feeling most comfortable, though at the time, bothersome. Whatever 'demon' was sighted, was nothing of the frail sort, as he had assumed.
His right hand slowly raised in front of him, at chest level - arm extended out, fingers lowered. A brief sunray came through the foilage, striking the metal handplate which was attached to the top of his gauntlet - his amber brown eyes glancing this way and that. Then, with a howl, something rammed through a cedar tree as though it hadn't been there at all.
Large. It looked like a very large imp - taller than an average man by far, perhaps coming up to 7'0'' even with it's knees bent. It's skin looked to be covered, or perhaps even made of stone. It's eyes were fierce, bloody red - pupils and all. And, it's tail was massive, swinging this way and that - it's wings spanning many more feet than it's heigth, four of them fluttering open as it flew at Omi with such a speed as to slay and devour him. For, after all, it was a 'Draiken' - a bizarre and upstart breed of beasts that had only recently been discovered in more northern regions. Why it was here, had little time to be pondered in the mercenary's head.
His right hand rose up just as the demon flew at him, palm first - and then, something began to emit from his fingertips. It cast a red, ethral glow upon his flesh and clothing - emitting light in such a disturbing fashion.
Moments later, throughout the following region, one could swear they had heard an explosion. Trees in a mid-length ring had fluttered into oblivion, not enough so one at a distance could tell, but if one twas nearby - it would look as though the immediete area was nearly destroyed. The mercenary's head was bowed, wild hair strewn over his eyes. And all around him, small renmants of fire flickered, cracked, and cast a disturbing light show on the damage.
The beast was quite dead - numerous burns lining his body, mouth wide open and a few fangs distorted or missing. Eyes pale. Yet, instead of checking the demon, Omi strangely extended his right arm again.. and made an open palm, his knuckles on the topside. He slowly lowered his arm, and the flames that had been caused by whatever he had done disappeared as though they had never existed. Although, the ash and damage suggested otherwise.
Omi exhaled deeply, before walking over to the fallen corpse, and grasping it by the wings. He'd have to carry it over one of his shoulders. Unpleasent, but necessary. And as he slung it up onto his left shoulder, both of his eyes turned to his right - as though looking for something in particular. Yet, he saw nothing - and grinned wearily. "Good. No bleeding. Looks like it'll be less risky to use here.. And with that newly forged blade and all the work I've put into getting prepared for this thing, it's about damned time my confidence returned." Inwardly chuckling, Omi began to walk over grass. Or, what had been grass, at anyrate.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 10:37 pm
Jack walked outside, cracking his neck left to right, his hands in his pockets. He wore a dirt white t-shirt, with two buttons leading down from the top. His sleek black addidas track pants rustled as he paced forwards into the open air. Aside from his pants being made out of a mix of bioplas and spidersilk, there was nothing special about his wardrobe.
Pulling his right hand out he ran it through his short chopy brown hair, it flickered back into it's original spot. His hand was bandaged up, this special layer was made of two layers, an outer white, almost leather like material that encased the inner spider silk. Moving in to a dirt field, it was now noticable that his feet where done the same way, wrapped up to just above the ankles.
Strapped to his back diagonally was a 6ft long, wax wood staff. It had a small engraving on the top end, a seal to allow the wood to resist more power and become more durable.
Looking around for his opponent, he noticed he had yet to arive. 'Looks like I have a sec...' Masters reached behind his back and retrieved some adomantium knuckles, carefully slipped them on his right hand and awaited his duel partner.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 11:01 pm
"Lookin' for someone?" A young, boyish voice taunted Jack. Glancing in the direction of the voice would reveal a fifteen year old with sleek, jet black hair and eyes oddly the shade of bright orange, stepping out from behind one of the sturdy columns along the rim of the coliseum. The teenager, or so he seemed, approached Jack with his mouth cocked in a sly grin.
In all aspects he really did look like a simple boy rather than a seasoned fighter. Pure, pale, unblemished skin matched a face that could almost look innocent of the boy really tried. His unkempt hair, mostly swept backward for the sake of convenience, featured several unruly, outrageous spikes and bangs. He wore simple, albeit flashy, outfit consisting of a long-sleeved, hooded black jacket with white stripes and patterns, bushy white wolf fur lining the collar and rim of the hood, a pearly white undershirt, baggy, dark blue, carpenter jeans, a simple black belt, black gloves with white padding, and black sneakers with white streaks. He also had a silver chain hanging across his right hip which jingled and clinked when he walked, but as with the rest of his clothing, it offered no real tactical significance.
He stepped forward casually but carefully, and if anything he exuded an air of brash arrogance. I mean, come on! A fifteen-year-old coming out and taunting what looked like a very formidable fighter. The boy himself did not seem to possess any weapons on his body except for a cylindrical object which he held in his left hand. It looked like some kind of black, segmented rod about perhaps six inches or more in length, a few inches in diameter, with glowing, ruby-like objects embedded in the cracks between the four corners of each segment. Some kind of glowing spirit in the rubies seemed to calmly pulse like the flow of lava.
When the boy stepped within a few of the man, he tilted his head back some, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I'm Ryon," He announced proudly. "Looking for a warm-up match before things get started in the tournament?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 11:29 pm
Jack nodded in accpetance. After all the boy was only a couple of years younger than him. 'What a strange weapon you got, I hope it's more than it's cracked up to be.' Jack took a step back and bowed, returning to his up right posistion as he stared the child in the eye's. 'Shall we?'
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 11:40 pm
Ryon's striking, bright orange eyes met with Jack's. He arched an eyebrow when Jack bowed, finding the custom a tad archaic. He managed to check his tongue at least about that. He looked down at the cylinder in his hand for a moment as if Jack spoke of something else entirely. His grin widened as he turned his attention back to Jack.
"It's the only one I ever need." He replied bluntly. He cocked his head slightly as he glanced at the pole slung on his sparring partner's back.
"Feel free to draw yours whenever. Oh, and..." He shifted his body so his right side and right arm faced Jack, turning his head to keep his eyes on the man a couple of years older. This way he presented less of a target and now concealed his left arm, holding the cylinder.
"Sorry in advance if I make ya wanna quit this tournament."
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 11:47 pm
Jack chuckled, folding his arms as he looked down on his foe. 'Beat me... Mm, quite possibly, make me quit...?' He shook head once, his hazel eye's gleaming at the cocky kid before him. 'I think not.'
Droping forwards onto the ball of his left foot, simutaneously sweeping his right leg out from underneath him, crashing in a counter-clockwise circle at his opponents left ankle.
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