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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:29 pm
"So that I could search for you and my answers without endangering something very precious. We have twins Vahn.... they should be born by now, but I sealed my body in a halting of time. I knew my search would be hazardous and I couldn't travel let alone fight in my condition... Victor probably searches for my other self and our children even now... They are well hidden however... and guarded. Asai stays at my side."
She lifts her eyes from the ground and smiles at him softly. Children... would he be happy? Would he be angry? She wasn't sure.
"I need to return to my true self soon Vahn... or there won't be much of a future to return for. I have to be strong for their futures... I have to stick around a little while longer ne?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:05 pm
"I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say we have twins."
He laughed softly, placing the mug down and looking at her. However, looking at her, and the tone of her voice, he figure she wasn't joking around. "I thought it was impossible for me to have children..."
Not exactly impotent... he suffered from a different type of problem. The inability to properly procreate... which suffice to say meant he was shooting nothing but blanks.
A side effect of the cloning process.. probaly to prevent any "abominations" from being born much like when he first awakened in LevKit labs...
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:05 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:27 am
Knives wandered into a relatively secluded area somewhere outside the stadium walls, a clearing in the forest to be exact. His ashen hair flittered lightly in the breeze as he emerged into the moonlight, softly letting down his hood, his slim and oaken cane placed neatly between the middle and ring fingers of his right hand. He stood calmly, then, letting the smaller end of the cane rest on the ground while his fingers curled lightly about the knob at the top. It seemed like he was waiting for something.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:36 am
Shouyin was trekking through the forest, trying to find his way to the stadium. He'd received the tournament invite ages ago, but had been long in actually registering in one of the brackets. Now, thanks to a shoddy sense of direction, he was lost in some forest, no idea where the building he was looking for or the car he'd parked off the highway and down some dirt path, which his map said was nearby the destination.
Worries of acts of vandalism being committed on his beautiful Impala crossed his mind only briefly, but they were enough to make an impact, and his pace quickened. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with the Osiris logo in the center, some baggy blue jeans, and black skate shoes. He had a backpack on, and carried in his stone right hand was a long duffel bag, that clinked a little with each hurried step.
Green eyes shone despite the darkness, golden specks floating about the irises, and his silvery grey hair fluttered to and fro, bothering him enough that he had to push his bangs to the side with his left hand every other step. A haircut was considered, but oh how he loved those locks of his, and they were simply too hard to give up.
Suddenly, he'd stumble upon a clearing.
Duffel bag would be dropped as Shou caught his breath, gathering his bearings.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:41 am
The young man rolled his neck upon his shoulders, then extended his arms, tensing and untensing his muscles, every bone in his body seeming to crack. He shifted each leg forward once, lightly stretching the ligaments with subtle movements, and finally bent completely forward, placing his head between his legs as his spine popped.
He stood straight again, with perfect posture, sliding his left leg back as the other took the lead. He reached out with his right hand, the arm extended at a mildly downward slant, the staff he held in that hand completely vertical and perpendicular to the ground upon which it rested. His tattered brown tunic rippled. Not much needed be spoken.
"Shall we begin?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:50 am
"What the?" Shouyin said as he pulled off his backpack, setting it down beside the duffel bag, even as he reached inside and pulled out a stick. Kamagong wood, 26" long and 1.25" in diameter, smooth enough for a pleasant grip and straight. There was about a hand breadth's distance between the bottom end of the eskrima stick and the bottom of Shou's right hand, which gripped it tightly.
"Who the Hell are you?" The words were uttered even as the half-golem shifted into a fighting stance. Right foot forward, left hand open and held up by his jaw, right clenching the stick and positioned about a foot and a half in front of his body, near the hip. Both knees were slightly bent, toes pointed to the left forty-five. His lead toe was in line with his rear heel. One might make note of the fact, that at least up to his sleeve, Shouyin's right arm was made entirely of stone, though in the moonlight it would just seem darker and reflect less light then his rough, tanned flesh.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:56 am
The stranger smiled.
"I am Knives."
His opponent's words reached his ears even as the wind spoke to him of the opposing stance, through the sighing trees and the phantom whispers of the plants.
"Shall we begin?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 2:04 am
"Whatever, come on." Shouyin raised his left hand a little, making a kind of 'come hither' motion with his four fingers. What weirdos, engaging him in random physical combat like this was some kind of feudal Japan s**t. Did the young man really look that much like a ronin on some one year pilgrimage of swordsmanship? He hardly even used the swords he had!
Anyways, he was standing there, poised and ready.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 2:09 am
Knives began, running at the stranger, his feet flying in rhythm but barely making a sound as they seemed to glide across grass that swayed for him. The tip of his outstretched cane just barely skimmed across the ground as he moved. He continued head-on, and when he came just within the allotted striking distance of the tip of the three-foot cane and his arm combined, he stopped abruptly and snapped the cane upward into his opponent's chin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 2:26 am
Shouyin leaned back and to his right, right hand coming up vertically to block the thrust. He'd push the cane off to his left, left hand grabbing the end of the cane and pulling in towards himself as he pushed his stick further down the cane, towards Knives' grip on it.
This two-way action of pulling in on the cane with his left while pushing away and against it with his right, at the same time swiftly striking the kamagong wood against Knives' gripping hand, would make for a rapid disarm. If all went well the end of the man's cane would be in his hand, and he would strike the butt end of his kali stick roughly against the fellow's right temple, holding the sticking horizontally now, with the top end pointing to Shouyin's left.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 2:33 am
Knives's grip became loose at the end of the snap, giving the cane a little bounce off of whatever blocked it. His grip tightened again directly after connection as he reassumed control of the cane, not allowing much room for it to be guided in any direction or grabbed. Thus, directly after it was blocked, an expected counter, Knives snapped the cane back downward using the momentum of the bounce-back, swatting his opponent's unprotected groin area.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 2:51 am
Guess he'd misinterpreted the flow. Well, the cane was coming back down as he was just itching to shove the end of his stick into the guy's skull. Mentally shrugging, his rear leg crossed behind his lead. The side of his left knee would be nudging the back of his right, left heel off the ground with the toes pointing southwest, if directly in front of him was north. Thus the downward swat would either strike his lead knee, or hit nothing but air.
In time with this he'd continue with the butt end strike to the man's temple, which, if the fellow was a normal human, would put him in a nice daze, or straight knock him out. If that hit, he'd follow up by stepping in towards the man with his lead leg, his right heel striking the inside of the man's rear leg, unbalancing him and widening his stance as he struck with a right elbow for Knives' side. His final positioning would much resemble his initial fighting stance, just it'd be facing the opposite direction.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 3:02 am
Seeing as how Knives had maintained his distance, which was from the end of the outstretched three-foot cane he was striking with coupled with his extended arm's length, his opponent might find striking him with the butt end of that eskrima strick fairly hard to do provided that distance. The end of the cane bounced off of his opponent's knee, and as the opponent stepped in with his lead leg, Knives shuffled back, maintaining his own stance with the right leg slightly in the lead. While doing this, he allowed his stick to bounce off of Shouyin's knee perhaps only a foot and then he swatted it back forcefully toward the knee joint by channeling the power of his entire arm through the motions of his wrist and forearm muscles. It should be a blow just strong enough to put Shouyin off-balance mid-step and sting the area considerably, at which point Knives would follow through with the recoil of that strike to jam the end of the cane into his opponent's abdomen, specifically the solar plexus.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 3:21 am
crzycziri (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. "Ah, hello there! Sorry, 'fraid I must have missed you coming in." the boy smiled at the other figure, turning to face him, and taking several steps out away from the wall to give him some space to move in each direction. "Does this mean you're ready to begin?" he smiled perhaps a bit too friendily. Made him look rather dumb really, grinning brightly and being not just friendly but jovial as combat was about to begin. One hand was loosening the straps over the large sword on his back though, a quick and easy task though he took it slowly because there was no rush. The other hand held the walking staff in three fingers and the thumb, the index tapping lightly against the thick staff of treated wood, just a little more than an inch thick in diameter. A good staff. Maybe fifteen dollars if you could find one at a store. One leg, his left, was extended forward about a half a foot's span beyond the right, turned sideways from his facing toward the other man, and bearing most of his weight. The staff in his right hand was laid back over his shoulder in a single hand, the loose grip with fingertips making it balance procariously, tipping with that slight motion of his index for the staff's upper end to bounce off his shoulder, bob back up, and come down to bounce again.
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