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 Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 3:46 pm
WulvengarɃ σ Ѵ є я кXX㊋XXѴ ι ρ є я
Fívє Dєαdlч Pσísσns: Snake WulvengarGïṿε ṃε ÿøυɾ hεαɾτ ṃÿ ḋεαɾ ṿïсτïṃ. . .ChaoTiC! dark~ EVIL! ǝuɐsuı  I DӨП'Ƭ ΚПӨW WΉΛƬ ƬӨ BΣLIΣVΣ ΛПΥMӨЯΣ ! ! ! Besides the killing. . .xxkilling. . .xxKILLING. . . V í p є rXXSTRIKEXXs t r α í g h tXXt σXXч σ u rXXh є α r t!XXXXXXXXX ` ▶▶X630-50=580 мore cнanceѕ тo ѕpιll yoυr вlood ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Boverk was kind of unsure why the kid had put his arms out to grab hold of him because by the time he had leaned down to grab his hands had released and he would be up on his feet once more. The whole motion of trying to grab Boverk would send the man face first into the concrete bloats likely breaking his nose. Looking at where the bo was now he simply laughed as he started to move towards him again. Of course he would coming towards his right side towards his arm. The motion that would be done neck was a quick powerful stomp on the kids elbow which would snap the bones in it. This move did not keep him there no longer than moment as he had quickly moved by and turned to face him. Skills razz assing Greeting Location :: Rooftops | With :: Red hair kid and myself | Mood :: Annoyed but Cocky | Background Music :: Spooks
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 4:00 pm
 Zanko Nerro
The Great Flying Swordsman
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Zanko had landed on his face, but even with his movement, it only caused a less gap between his face and the floor as he rolled onto his back. He had a big red spot on his forehead as it was the first to connect with the school rooftops. He was able to see Boverk coming from his right side, but at the speed he was at, and with the hit to his head, he was dazed and took a fierce stomp to his right arm's elbow, causing it to break. He screamed in pain as he rolled to the left and forced himself up onto his feet to back away, holding his right arm.
Level: 1
Ki: 325/350
Sub Style: Wrestling
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"Home....it needs me!!!"
The High-flying fighter
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 4:53 pm
WulvengarɃ σ Ѵ є я кXX㊋XXѴ ι ρ є я
Fívє Dєαdlч Pσísσns: Snake WulvengarGïṿε ṃε ÿøυɾ hεαɾτ ṃÿ ḋεαɾ ṿïсτïṃ. . .ChaoTiC! dark~ EVIL! ǝuɐsuı I DӨП'Ƭ ΚПӨW WΉΛƬ ƬӨ BΣLIΣVΣ ΛПΥMӨЯΣ ! ! ! Besides the killing. . .xxkilling. . .xxKILLING. . . V í p є rXXSTRIKEXXs t r α í g h tXXt σXXч σ u rXXh є α r t!XXXXXXXXX ` ▶▶X580-50=530 мore cнanceѕ тo ѕpιll yoυr вlood ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Boverk listened to the boy has he cried out in pain from the broken right arm he now had. The red in Bo's eyes seemed to gleem in the darkness thru his green hair as he started to move towards the boy. With his foe injuries it was only a matter of time before he would kill the cocky b*****d. His ki started to expel from his body as his smile shined in the moonlight. In a slow pace he starts to form envy and lust, his ki vipers, one on each side of him hissing happily as they moved within range of the boy. Both launched out towards him planning to grab his nonbroken arm and dig their fangs deep into his flesh. Once they would dig in they would start to try and lift the boy off the ground off his feet
Skills:Viper Summon:C Location :: Rooftops | With :: Red hair kid and myself | Mood :: Annoyed but Cocky | Background Music :: Spooks
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 5:01 pm
 Karisutaru Minamino
Level: 2 | 450 | Kenetic Weaponry | Taekwondo
"I will get my fathers dojo back. Even if I have to cut you down in the process."
⋨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨㊋☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨⋩
Kari watched for a second before reacting to what was going on. She moved over to the two quickly and caught lust on her own arm before it could reach the boy, she wasnt able to get to the other though. "Bo, stop it!" There seemed to be something off about him, but she wasnt sure what it was. She was sure he might just have killed the boy if he had the chance though.
⋨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨㊋☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨⋩
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 5:05 pm
Zanko Nerro
The Great Flying Swordsman
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Zanko's left arm was bitten into by envy, but since the other couldn't connect, he was too heavy for envy. And with Envy came the one's want to have it. Zanko looked at Boverk and said, "I want that strength...." He then grabbed walked towards Boverk, holding onto the snake so it wouldn't return to Boverk. As he got closer, he began to run towards him until he was in range and jumped up for a running dropkick.
Level: 1
Ki: 325/350
Sub Style: Wrestling
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"Home....it needs me!!!"
The High-flying fighter
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 8:03 pm
WulvengarɃ σ Ѵ є я кXX㊋XXѴ ι ρ є я
Fívє Dєαdlч Pσísσns: Snake WulvengarGïṿε ṃε ÿøυɾ hεαɾτ ṃÿ ḋεαɾ ṿïсτïṃ. . .ChaoTiC! dark~ EVIL! ǝuɐsuı I DӨП'Ƭ ΚПӨW WΉΛƬ ƬӨ BΣLIΣVΣ ΛПΥMӨЯΣ ! ! ! Besides the killing. . .xxkilling. . .xxKILLING. . . V í p є rXXSTRIKEXXs t r α í g h tXXt σXXч σ u rXXh є α r t!XXXXXXXXX ` ▶▶X530+25=555 мore cнanceѕ тo ѕpιll yoυr вlood ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Boverk had watched as his Vipers launch foreword intil Kari had came out of no where grabbing on to Lust. Envy had dug her fangs deep in to the boy's flesh but was not strong enough slowly to lift him off his feet. His eyes had moved to Kari as he hissed angrily at her."Let me have one fight uninterrupted!" As he finished saying this he watched the boy start running at him. Bracing himself he watched as the boy had launched himself into the air flying toward him in a drop kick. Spinning to his left he quickly brings up one of his legs as high as he could and would send his heel straight down into the center of the torso when the boy had gotten close enough. Dodging this fool was easy enough but Kari had made things much more difficult. Lust hissed as she slid around in her grip and went to restain both her hands.
Skills: Location :: Rooftops | With :: Red hair kid and myself | Mood :: Annoyed but Cocky | Background Music :: Spooks
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 8:08 pm
Zanko Nerro
The Great Flying Swordsman
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As Zanko was hit in the chest hard by the heel, he figured that his dropkick would fail as he went to slap his chest hard in a last ditch effort to try and get him to back up and catch him off guard. If it worked, it would give himself more time to recover as he landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him as he coughed slightly.
Level: 1
Ki: 315/350
Sub Style: Wrestling
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"Home....it needs me!!!"
The High-flying fighter
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 8:27 pm
Karisutaru Minamino
Level: 2 | 450 | Kenetic Weaponry | Taekwondo
"I will get my fathers dojo back. Even if I have to cut you down in the process."
⋨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨㊋☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨⋩
Kari watched Bo carefully, trying to keep attention to the viper as well. She couldnt say that this wasnt like him becaus eshe hadnt know him before being on the island. But he was definately acting differently than usual. "What the hell are you thinking fighting a guy that hasnt even been here but maybe a day? You gonna kill him." At this point she felt Lust start to coil around her wrist, a small wince going over her features since her arm was still a bit tender in spots.
⋨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨㊋☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨⋩
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 8:37 pm
WulvengarɃ σ Ѵ є я кXX㊋XXѴ ι ρ є я
Fívє Dєαdlч Pσísσns: Snake WulvengarGïṿε ṃε ÿøυɾ hεαɾτ ṃÿ ḋεαɾ ṿïсτïṃ. . .ChaoTiC! dark~ EVIL! ǝuɐsuı I DӨП'Ƭ ΚПӨW WΉΛƬ ƬӨ BΣLIΣVΣ ΛПΥMӨЯΣ ! ! ! Besides the killing. . .xxkilling. . .xxKILLING. . . V í p є rXXSTRIKEXXs t r α í g h tXXt σXXч σ u rXXh є α r t!XXXXXXXXX ` ▶▶X555-50=505 мore cнanceѕ тo ѕpιll yoυr вlood ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Boverk watched as the boy had smacked the ground hard and swift throwing it down with enough for his arms to follow. With that stopping the stupid attack he had made on him he quickly hopped over the kid but not before launching his foot straight into the knee cap of the boy. The force from his foot would break his knee cap and crippling that leg completely. Walking away from the both of the vipers slowly disappear from view and he looks towards them both as he listens to what Kari had to say to him."Is that not what happen to me? What happen to you Kari? Who cares if he is new or not! I am not dealing with any more s**t from anyone! I did not come here to become some little b*itch and just deal with it!" He said with his crimson eyes baring as he looks down at the boy with murderous eyes. "What is stopping me from ripping out his heart and going back to what I should be..."
Skills razz assing Greeting Location :: Rooftops | With :: Red hair kid and myself | Mood :: Annoyed but Cocky | Background Music :: Spooks
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 9:09 pm
 KI • 850/1300 x│x LOCATION • Someplace (enter) x│x WITH • Bo, Kari, Zanko x│x FEELING • ??? x│x MUSIC • Nightmare [ x ] xx▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[ уσυя єη∂ ω ι ℓ ℓ ¢σмє, яєgαя∂ℓєѕѕ ]
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━xx»»»xxBefore he had planned to head back to his class and make up for the rest he had lost, Nightmare made his way up to the roof to whip out a cigarette, rewarding himself momentarily for all the work he had done during the time which he should have been enjoying a peaceful slumber. He didn't believe such a reward was necessary, but indulging in a sinful hobby underneath the brilliant stars didn't seem like a bad idea at the moment. Upon his arrival at said destination, Nightmare took note of a nearby fight. . quite a brutal one at that. He was tired of relieving people of their agonies and certainly did not feel like going back down to the clinic with the boy who appeared to be taking the brunt of this beating. . at least not until he had his smoke. Before the green-haired student could hop over his opponent -or rather his victim- and cause bone-breaking damage, Nightmare called out in a strong voice, imbued by his ki due to a certain talent he discovered for himself, quite some time ago. "Are you really that weak? Tell me. Are you so weak that you cannot find the courage to face someone of your own stature?" he called out in a cold voice, frozen over by the solemn glaciers that had formed around his character throughout the entirety of his past. The green-haired boy appeared familiar to Nightmare and he was assured -not only by this reason but by the way that their fight had appeared to be going- that he was of higher level than his opponent, the redhead. Using his skill to draw the higher ranked fighter's focus onto him, Nightmare would continue to berate him. "I suggest you leave before making a mockery of any fighters that may be on the same level as yourself." Slowly reaching into a deep pocket of his jacket side, Nightmare grasped his hand around the steely metal that one of his particular fight gloves was composed of.
x[ Techs used | Mesmerize | Manipulate Self-Esteem
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 9:21 pm
WulvengarɃ σ Ѵ є я кXX㊋XXѴ ι ρ є я
Fívє Dєαdlч Pσísσns: Snake WulvengarGïṿε ṃε ÿøυɾ hεαɾτ ṃÿ ḋεαɾ ṿïсτïṃ. . .ChaoTiC! dark~ EVIL! ǝuɐsuı I DӨП'Ƭ ΚПӨW WΉΛƬ ƬӨ BΣLIΣVΣ ΛПΥMӨЯΣ ! ! ! Besides the killing. . .xxkilling. . .xxKILLING. . . V í p є rXXSTRIKEXXs t r α í g h tXXt σXXч σ u rXXh є α r t!XXXXXXXXX ` ▶▶X530+25=555 мore cнanceѕ тo ѕpιll yoυr вlood ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄瘋▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Bover hissed loudly as another comes forth from the shadows starting speaking to him glaring at him. It was always something always someone! Never did he have a fight where it could just be him and his prey anymore! The man had his full attention but all he could do was get more aggressive than he had before. "******** OFF ALL I HAVE EVER HAD TO DEAL WITH IS THIS s**t! WHO ARE ANY OF YOU TO SAY WHAT IS FAIR?!?" Drawing his knives from his pants pocket throws them down right infront of the boy's feet and starts to move towards the doors down to the ground. Boverk was never graced with such things, never was there anything that was right huh? Bringing his leg up he kicked the door breaking off one of the hings and started to head away from all this. Who ******** cared.
[Exit]
Skills: Location :: Rooftops | With :: Red hair kid and myself | Mood :: Annoyed but Cocky | Background Music :: Spooks
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 9:32 pm
Zanko Nerro
The Great Flying Swordsman
§__° _°_ °__§
Zanko watched as two people aided in him being spared while he got onto his knees. He glared at both of them as he was able to recover and force himself onto his feet. "D-Dammit...." He coughed up a bit as he was damaged hard from the heel kick and he coughed up a bit of blood. before the fit stopped. He walked over to the door, but stopped as he looked at Nightmare. "What is up with people and cigarettes?"
Level: 1
Ki: 350/350
Sub Style: Wrestling
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"Home....it needs me!!!"
The High-flying fighter
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 9:43 pm
Karisutaru Minamino
Level: 2 | 450 | Kenetic Weaponry | Taekwondo
"I will get my fathers dojo back. Even if I have to cut you down in the process."
⋨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨㊋☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨⋩
Kari moved to pick up the knives that Boverk had thrown down. Once she was sure the kid could get around on his own she went to leave the rooftop as well. "You should be grateful. I believe that Boverk had every intention of killing you if this fight went on any longer." With that she went after Boverk to make sure he didnt do anything to brash in his anger, maybe she could calm him down even though she kind of doubted it at the moment.
⋨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨㊋☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨☨⋩
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 10:03 pm
KI • 875/1300 x│x LOCATION • Someplace x│x WITH • Bo, Kari, Zanko x│x FEELING • ??? x│x MUSIC • Nightmare [ x ] xx▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[ уσυя єη∂ ω ι ℓ ℓ ¢σмє, яєgαя∂ℓєѕѕ ]
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━xx»»»xxHis hand released its tension on the glove as he watched the fighter he had spoken to evacuate the scene without any form of mildness and self-control. It was all the same to him. . at least he could enjoy a few puffs now without further matters to tend to. The girl, whom he guessed to be the raging male's friend, took off soon after as well. It wasn't long before it'd be just him and the redheaded boy.
Reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket, Nightmare withdrew a pack of smokes and held it out and open to the boy whom neared him. Would the boy accept his offer, or not? It wasn't a test of morals or cleanliness as much as it was of dedication. Even if this student did not like to smoke, his acceptance of the offer itself would foretell whether or not the kid would be fit for a prospect student.
Dedication, in most terms, was a matter that could not be taken lightly. . especially when it came to the training he put his own students through. Two jet black hues glistened in the dark toward the boy's own pair of eyes. After his response, Nightmare would could allow a few words to escape his own vocals.
x[ Techs used | . . . . . | . . . . .
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