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 Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 7:57 pm
The momentum spun the body around like a top before the right leg brought itself back down to the pillar created by the shell. The form dropped into an almost catatonic state, motionless.
Give me my body back!
No.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:07 pm
He eyed this thing for a while, standing there ready to attack or defend. At the peak moment of silence... it happened. He turned and dashed, making for the exit. With a leap he went sailing over the wall, into the pit to keep on running, looking back every now and then jsut to make sure it wasnt coming after him or throwing things again. Run, slim man, run!
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:20 pm
?
The form shifted, leaping from the pillar - with the pillar shifting and molding back into the owner - and into the air to begin the chase for the human.
The symbiote landed in the sand, crouching, and then began to run.
Splashes of sand like the surface of water where all that could be seen of the symbiote and it's host. How could this be? Well the symbiote enhances it's hosts abilities far above normal, so this would be the effect of a full on run for an fit, adult human was multiplied x100 with the aid of the symbiote.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:51 pm
"Welcome back."
Yellowed eyes stared right back at her, even as an unlit ciagrette drooped from his lips.
She was laying in the bed, with him sitting right by her side. Some time had passed, more so than she probaly would have accounted for, but he had remained by her side.
He couldn't do anything about her inner struggle, as he had no powers in the area of the mind... but he could support her... stick by her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 8:54 pm
Slowly he walked, as if the world would wait for him, or simply, as if he didn't give a damn if it did. Wavy magenta strands of his loosely tied ponytail would raise and fall about his shoulders in the cool night breeze, and loose strands fell about his face. His dark, half-opened eyes would gaze upward at the stadium, then looked upon the small piece of paper he pulled from his pocket.
This is definitely the place I was invited to...
He raised a brow, looking down at himself. His clothes, ragged dark blue jeans and a deep red leather jacket were, needless to say, filthy after his travel from the last town through a forest, of all things. Dusty boots clanked slightly as he walked a narrow path towards the stadium. Slung over his shoulder was a medium-sized travel bag. Connected to his jacket, a large combat knife was holstered, suspended upside-down in it's connected sheath. A cigarette hang loosely from his thin lips, his chin, jawline, and upper lip showing signs that he hasn't shaved for a few days.
He reached into his pocket once again with gloved hand, and would raise a small, reflective, seemingly metallic object to his face.
A click.
A flame.
And smoke.
"Let's see what the deal is here." he muttered to himself, making a mental note afterward not to talk to himself so much.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:05 pm
Conflicting ideas presented themselves within the young mans mind. Stay? Run? Sigh... He spun around then, in doing so releasing the slips from his grasp, or one might also say "throwing them". They lit ablaze, each with its own distinct color. All were enchanted and warded against destruction, be it heat or even direct atomic manipulation. He was determined to get them in with intentions of slicing his assailant into bits. Regardless of whether they hit or not, he rolled backwards in a fluid like motion, continuing backwards onto his feet to keep moving back.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:16 pm
Vahn Kyonuske "Welcome back." Yellowed eyes stared right back at her, even as an unlit ciagrette drooped from his lips. She was laying in the bed, with him sitting right by her side. Some time had passed, more so than she probaly would have accounted for, but he had remained by her side. He couldn't do anything about her inner struggle, as he had no powers in the area of the mind... but he could support her... stick by her.
"Thank you..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:18 pm
After getting tired of watching some cool and some other boring fights, he decided to come here and spectate some.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:25 pm
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The shreds of paper collided with the body, they stuck onto the shell and did not cut through. The magical wards around the body where absorbed, and then the paper itself was dissolved. Although the wards protected the paper from being absorbed, they did not protect themselves. Either way, it would not have mattered, for Hunai's absorbtion abilities go beyond matter and into the magical/supernatural element.
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Hunai had not stopped during these actions, so, she had caught up with the Mage now, and was delivering a fast, from her right hand, punch to the head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:38 pm
Katia sighed slightly, watching the fight from the other side of the arena... she was truely bored. She was itching for a fight, and now found herself crushing bits of dirt in her hand, pressing out her pent up aggresion on the earth itself. Ares prodded her in the mind, reminding her of something she already new.
You promised I'd get to taste blood.I know I promised... it's just going to take time. I can't just randomlly murder a paserby.Why not?
Katia spat in disgust, turning to leave the arena. He'd have his way soon, but that didn't mean the girl couldn't act high & mighty for now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:45 pm
He sat down.
Um, nothin's really happening in here.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:50 pm
He stumbled back, the blow connecting but not as solidly as it should have due to the trip. His descent seemed to slow rapidly as he went down, before it would become obvious that he was in fact coming up with the aid of the paper tendrils from behind. In an odd half kip up he would flip back up, bandages about his feet solidifying into the same sort of warded, reinforced jagged blades that would threaten to rip the front of the woman up as his feet came around and down. In that same motion, having come up, his left hand swiped at this person with yet another extended blade of sorts, obviously a favored technique.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:10 pm
((DZombie, any flames will be met with gunfire. And the BanHammer.))
Kai knelt into a prone position,holding is Plasma Scythe/Sniper rifle, looking over the arena, attempting to find a target.
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