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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:16 pm
The battle finally done, diamond mical leaves the entrance at which he stood respectfully until the match was finished. Virtual reality always held his eyes, but the battle left him spellbound. Taking a seat to Tana's right, he humbly offers him some popcorn. "Hell of a battle," he remarks with a grin. "I can't critic you because this is the first fight I've seen, but that was incredibly... epic. I'm mic, by the way."
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:00 pm
Jolted from his zoned out state, Tana is surprised to see someone talking to him after such a defeat. Glad to see someone didn't care about winning or losing but the battle itself, Tana relaxed himself. "Mic is a pretty solid name, I'm glad you enjoyed the battle. It was one Hell of a fight, kind of a historic battle too, captain versus ex-captain of the Refuge. I suppose I shouldn't have waited so long to get back in the game. You have a fight on the way, Mic? It's a Hell of an experience." He looked at his new companion, taking a few pieces of popcorn out of courtesy.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:37 pm
Mical laid back in his chair, looking at the generated landscapes and the admission list. Reminiscing on the fight, he had caught the drift between post-captain and present. Symbolic as the battle of succession was, any struggle can be divine in the right light.
Stirred by Tana's suggestion to battle, he replied, "Sadly I'm not that well known. I have a few friends that are as new as I am to the Refuge, but I can't figure who to challenge." Whipping out a cell phone, he brought up his list of friends on call and vocalized them: "D. Lycan, A. Teaparty, BPiosons, Avian, S. Tsukimaru and Chiperchu." The list had left him breathless, making him gasp as he continued, "Do you know these people?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:45 pm
Looking over the list presented to him once and then twice, Tana scratched his head. He'd seen a few of the names before, but none of them had really stuck with him. Of course, he was always hanging out where the new people introduce themselves, so he must have at least said hello to the handful.
"Not particularly, but I'm sure I could find them if I looked around the Refuge. You know, it doesn't necessarily have to be a friend you fight, though you might find that there might be a lack in generosity," Tana giggled, "but you can pretty much challenge anyone you want to within the guild. Whether or not they agree is up to them." He remarked, trying to help make the arena more appealing.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 6:18 pm
Swallowing his buttered morsels, Mical said excitedly, "That's the best way to meet people! That's actually how I might them. My own story lacks in members, but get yourself in a struggle with a bunch of virtual addicts like ourselves and you're flying!"
Pausing to admire the wonder of the system of virtual acquaintance, he lapsed into a revelation of why the Refuge was so successful. People who would otherwise never know each other become bound by tales spun together. A world together these so-called rps lived in was entirely virtual and therefore as wondrous, fictional and beautiful as historic adventures. Of course, he couldn't say this piece due to its randomness and chaotic insights. All he could manage was a half-way relevant response: "I need a weapon."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 10:05 am
Standing outside the VR interface, Magni wonders why nobody else wants to step up. "Geez . . . Did I find a dud?"
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:20 pm
In a fit of randomness, Mical rises out of his chair. "We need to get this on," he said with vigor. Whipping out his cell phone again, he texts someone on his friends list. Without hesitation, he bounds to the admission list calling, "It was a pleasure meeting you Tana!" over his shoulder. Running to the nearest entrance to the arena, he dumps his popcorn in a trash can and waits for the his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 6:53 am
A figure detached itself from the shadows, as is the preferred method of entrance for all mysterious people. She had been watching the fight, their conversation, and had seen Mic leave, waiting for his opponent.
"So we're training them to fight now, hm?" Panpear asked, rather amused at the excitement this new virtual machine had caused. "Our dear comrades, pitted against each other to 'death'." She sounded amused, yet not appealed by the concept.
Perhaps that was because she was already dead. Indeed, the resident (occasionally invisible) zombie had deathly skin, ghostly eyes, and the slight stench of undeath upon her (indeed, one could wonder how she managed to stay undetected in the shadows with such a smell). And her attire did little to draw attention away from her state- mummy wraps, pitchfork, a ball and chain, and a muzzle of all things did not scream 'I'm normal'. (Though truth be told, not many things were normal in the RPR whatsoever).
She casually leaned on her pitchfork, prongs skewering the ground. "However, he shouldn't be kept waiting. If a challenger for him does not appear, I would fight him."
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 3:25 pm
Lights flashed across Mic's council. Another person had arrived. The computer recognized the person as Panpear. Well, that wasn't his adversary. She was offering him a fight, but he waited a little longer. He had called Lycan, but apparently the computer wasn't recognizing him. "Maybe I have to text the owner..."
Mic texted Magni Prime. Reality would tell other users that Mic was either a stalker or a mind-reader. However, he was getting worried and didn't have time to find a way to contact Prime that was less convenient than private messages via cell phones.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 5:27 pm
 Dementia walked up to Mical "You sent me a text?" He chuckled in his dark way. His wolf, dragon and genetically altered hedgehog standing behind him. "You know I'm always up for a good sparring match." Then he stopped. Another text came through his phone. "Haha, looks like they like me more my friend. I got a text. We're in arena 1." Dementia then entered the arena. He looked around. He flew in on his dragon, causing an uproar from the crowd watching. The trees surrounding him were a beautiful sight. Too bad they would be destroying a few of them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 6:35 am
post two List of equipped items: Stone gauntlets (collar, hand right, shield left, mace right) Black Onyx tuxedo trousers Michael's Memory (top) Castaway black boots Shovel blade Syaoran's Cloak zOMGSoundtrack headphones Skittle's Crazy Core Facepaint (mango peach) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Putting the cell phone away, Mic braced himself for battle. This being the first virtual battle of his, he wasn't prepared for what came to face him: a deadly warrior by the name of Dementia. Lycan did good with this one, he said with a gulp.
Focusing on his battle avatar, he transformed into a more competitive body. His muscles tensed and his stone gauntlets multiplied into almost full armor. He reached into his inventory to grab a shovel blade and his headphones burst into flames. Fully equipped, he was ready for battle
The console glittered and morphed into the new stage. Dense Forest was the theme here. Brilliant trees grew, hopefully giving him cover from that hideous dragon. Light reached Mic faintly, making his armor glow in the gloom. Small trees created steps for the strong legged competitors. He could only guess that he was too heavy to climb any, but the hedgehog would use them. What's with the hedgehog, why does it have a sword, Mic thought. It was already looking down on Mic, but the adrenaline of battle made him feel confident. "Game on," he said to Dementia, "The first move is your's."
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