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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:50 pm
<<@Red: Indeed....missed it between posts somewhere... =O ...Deity's mistake.>>
<<@Kythey: A sangwich of taters... =D >>
::Using his own elevator for one, the owner and builder of the Tower proceeds to the bottom floor, a jingle of keys sounding throughout the pod as he slips the keychain into his left jeans pocket. Having just finished a training session with his father and a shower with his girlfriend, he wears attire much less showy than usual. In fact, hes' forgotten his headband.
He has on a black dress shirt, but it is completely unfastened as though he's using it as a makeshift jacket. Underneath is a wife beater top tucked into his black-as-always jeans. Untied boots splay out from his calves, jeans bundling up inside toward his ankle. His jade pendant and locket are both around his neck, claddagh ring on his right middle finger. His long, spiked black hair is obviously still mildly damp, a noticable droop pointing his dark locks further down than usual. The chamber comes to a stop on the bottom floor, the doors giving off a soft buzz as they slide open. The tall boy steps out, before-- people. Lots of people. In his lack of focus, Deity failed to realize.
His step is cut short as he quickly pulls himself back into the elevator pod, turning and pressing his back to the wall. The Orinian groans a little to himself, right hand dropping and fumbling in his back pocket. He slips from it his red headband, whipping it flat into the air once before folding it and pressing it to his brow. Reaching behind his crown as he leans forward, he ties the back off, leaving two long flaps of crimson cloth to dangle over the nape of his neck. Holding the corner of his one-way eyeglasses, Deity respositions them so as to overlap the cloth that helps to hide his face. There are only three people who can see his face these days, and none are present. Sighing softly as he drops his hand, the quiet Tonepian pushes himself from the wall and makes a second, successful attempt at exiting the elevator.
Slipping his fingers into his side pockets, the slender boy looks around for those he sensed. Just to his right is a man who looks a bit familiar. Less of a stranger and more of an old acquaintance whose name Deity forgot to remember. Memory's always been horrible, he gripes to himself. Rather than just be rude and ignore the guy, he gives him an upward nod, almost as he would some random pedestrian walking by. Sensing quite a bit of tension to hsi left, though, Deity feels it best to see what the commotion is at the bar.
His long-legged stride carrying him across the room within a few seconds, he comes to a slow halt some five feet away from the group to identify them. Xaith, who he met the other day, and to whom he granted the third floor; he also seemed to have picked a fight with Tali the other day. A kid sho seems to have just arrived; dunno him at all. The, uhh....samurai guy; don't really know much about him either, the Tonepian recalls. Red, a young woman who has it out for Keno; for all his observations, he hasn't learned much of her. Lastly, some....chick? Dunno who that is, Deity ponders silently with a blink. Just some chick. Angry chick.
Said chick and Red are clearly having words, seeing as the two are encased alone inside a big ball of water. On his floor. A big ball of water that is going to ruin his wooden floor. Without any further hesitation, he steps right up to the two of them and frees his right hand, extending it and balling his knuckles. He knocks a few times at the watery sphere as though he would knock on a door.::
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:51 pm
(xD;; Wait, Yata means "Thank God" "Thank Goodness"...ir..."Yay!"
At least that's what my old sensei told me. >.<)
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:52 pm
.....In one of those moments that are so rare in life, Specimen V--note that this "V" is the Roman numeral for five, and not an alphabet letter--got a sort of paranormal sensation of one calling for him. Not purposely for him exactly, but for anyone that may be about and who met certain requirements, requirements that he knew, somehow, he filled. Feeling this, he was being drawn rather persistently, though not harshly, towards a door that was not far along the wall from the bar area he had yet to attend. With cautious steps, he entered the doorway to a hallway.
.....At first, he began off to the left. Then, something pulled him in the opposing direction, to the right. He would turn about, and walked down that way. Stepping down a very few many steps, he entered an arena filled by lights, and only one man. "You?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:57 pm
(Aww poor floors. -puts waterproof stain on the pretty floors-)
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:01 pm
~{
My Avatar is the following.^^
}~
His Lordship would turn....
His horns that stretched to the heavens seem to gracefully twist with his head that had short gray hair but no face. Instead he had a restraint mask with chains on his face, this outfit style covering his entire upper torso as if he was an escaped mental patient but most of all this chaotic style filled a 6,2 253lbs frame! This thing was massive in size and his presence itself oozed with some other factor that simply dwarfed any being around him.
His pants were a gothic like black that were tied off at combat boots and a tail that swung back and forth viciously as he only stared for a moment before speaking in a low and deep tone.
"Me? O I am sorry I was just thinking..."
He had not even become aware that he was releasing this sort of effect on the realm around him, his depressive thoughts of horrible past memories sometimes escaped his mind and as it returned to him a few flashes of those images mistakenly crossed Nitsu’s mind waves. This poor man would first seem an image of some man having his body ripped in two by the very being who stood before, another would be of the creature himself being impaled by a large sword, the last would be an image of a small little girl burning in a fire, her skin melting off her bones and scorched muscles that spasm to make it look like she was walking before she fell into the ashes of the flames.
These images lasted mere seconds but Saba was not aware that Nitsu had seen anything at all, it was not his intention a mere effect sadly. However it did raise an interesting question...what was this thing that stood before Nitsu?
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:04 pm
<~>You're right...samui is cold. Lost in translation. Most people say semai when talking about houses.<~>
"You're crafty, but a bit slow." Was her voice coming from outside? As in outside of the water bubble? Why yes, in fact it was, and to illustrate this point, the red headed kitsune came from around the bar out of seemingly nowhere, looking untouched and undisturbed by any verbal or physical assault whatsoever. Folding her arms over her chest she gazed at whoever it was that had replaced the scared little girl she had first spoken with. After all of this Red was still unimpressed entirely.
"You can keep yourself alive for as long as you want, but in the end, you're still approaching death's door. Let me tell you a few things about water. Even if you manage for that bubble to stay around, it has a specific volume and once all the oxygen in that bubble is gone from that bubble, it'll be like breathing in space. Second of all, all molecules, be they solid, liquid or gas, increase in pressure due to two things; temperature and parts per volume. The higher the temperature, the more excited the atoms. This makes them bounce around all over the place a lot faster, and thus you get high pressure. As for parts per volume, if you pack something into a space, there is so much of it that will fit in comfortably, but after you reach that limit, the molecules again get excited and start trying to find a place to relocate to relieve increasing pressure they are stuck under. You may have saved yourself from freezing, but you sacrificed what little comfort your body had in the process, and when a human body is under so much pressure, it breaks. Simple as that."
That was quite a bit more than she would have liked to say all at once, but the child needed to learn of her own limitations. It was said that wisdom should fear youth, but this youth was too dumb to be a concern, and she had no problem crushing her pride to prove it. So to add insult to injury, she would continue to lower the water's temperature yet again, while also adding an exterior six inch layer of ice to keep those little nuisances of hers in their place. Even the deadliest tool could be tamed.
What of the kitsune in the sphere though? After all of that, she had not explained when or how she managed to escape. The vector took hold of her easily enough, but what now?
Looking upon a tall man that has knocked on the sphere of liquid, the young kitsune tries to remember where she knew him from. He looked like a man of few words, and he was certainly tall. Something about him brought a old irritation back to mind, but it was quickly dispelled when she remembered it was her own fault. Had something to do with her bi...oh. This guy was the owner. Apparently he had noticed...or hadn't noticed...or maybe he had.
"Don't worry. I won't kill her today."
<~>Yatta literally means "(subject) did it." As in "I did it!" However, it is a very generic term now so means many things close to this.
Also, terribly sorry, but I have been called to fetch my mother. It may take a while for me to return.<~>
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:09 pm
.....[OoC]: "Just so that you know, my character's name is not at all Niitsu. It is simple "V", as in the Roman numeral for five."
.....[IC]: "I see." This simple response held two meanings: For one, he indeed understood what the man meant, as he'd come under the practice of falling into thoughts many a time before himself, and for a second, he'd indeed caught glimpses of those few memories flowing from the being before him in the arena.
.....After suffering those few images, he took in the sight of the beast of a man before him, standing there. He was a very large essence, with the horns of a demon and the mask of an insane convict. Almost, V thought him comical.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:09 pm
Konosuke's right eye widened slightly at the sight of a sphere of water encircling Red-san and the young woman she was having the altercation with. The blue haired kitsune had been thrown back by Red, and the other in the room, whom Kono barely remembered glimpsing before, was standing idly by.
He was debating about saying something, when the propieter of the club emerged from the black shaft in the middle of the room. He watched, mouth hanging open slightly as the tall man quickly pulled out a red headband and tied it around his head. And then he walked right up to Red and the other woman, and....knocked on the water sphere?
Konosuke blinked again, and still standing near the bar closest to the door way, lifted his right arm and scratched slightly at his green-black hair. A look of confusion was obvious on his face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:14 pm
((It's so crowded...I'm afraid to even come back. Toooo many people.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:16 pm
~{
ok.
}~
"Not many people do..."
He did not really have anything to say he had simply been in a deep thought but now he had some one standing before him.
"I am sorry did you want to use the ring for something?"
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:17 pm
<<@Lampshade: You were thrown across the room... >
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:20 pm
.....He paused a moment, thinking. "Not particularly. I simply felt a pull here... a sort of curiosity that nagged on me... and so I fell to its desires, and followed it. I indeed had not much at all planned for this particular arena." And he left it at that.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:23 pm
[Niitsu] - the - [First] .....He paused a moment, thinking. "Not particularly. I simply felt a pull here... a sort of curiosity that nagged on me... and so I fell to its desires, and followed it. I indeed had not much at all planned for this particular arena." And he left it at that.
With out notice his form lunged, his left side leading as he smiled that twisted grin under the mask. Though large he moved with a fluent speed that seemed like an avalanche, you see it coming but know you can't out run it!
He was on top of the boy quickly, his right fist snapping out as his left raised to chin level for defense, his right leg trailing behind a bit as he grinned. If the boy had no desire to use the ring Saba would give him one.....
Offensive Move
Snapping Jab
Target
Face
Estimated Damage
Minor-Moderate pain and stun, bloody nose may be a result of impact
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:29 pm
.....The boy, expecting some silly move from the outstart as had just been pulled, was rather ready. V's left hand would be raised and pushed outward, toward the oncoming blow. Bending his knees and raising himself on the balls of his feet in order to reduce friction, his open left palm would be placed in front of the right oncoming jab and meet it.
.....Keeping his calm, V would allow himself to be pushed back as much as need be by the punch, taking the force as it came.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:32 pm
She did not need an explanation. This girl was seriously beginning to annoy her. Astraea growled into the bubble, pulling out an extra vector to remove the ice from around the sphere. Honestly she though that something that could cut a human body in half like butter could be held within only six inches of ice? She needed to work on underestimating her opponents. The two hands balled into fists, launching at the barrier with ease. The first hit cracked the surface without much trouble, and the second broke a nice, jagged hole. Astraea smirked, the two pressing against the bottom of the barrier to launch the diclonius out of the sphere. She was drenched, but the fresh air and warmth of the room assisted greatly.
"I don't give a s**t about your stupid water."
Since her bubble had keep her breathing steady, she wasn't out of breath at all. However, her body shook from the hypothermia taking hold of her body. Her lips were a deep blue now, and large bumps had formed along her skin. Astraea cursed loudly at this, her vector reacting accordingly. The grip on her elbow grew to the point of breaking it. Unless Red did something, her elbow would shatter beneath the pressure. Of course, she wouldn't just leave her alone with a broken arm. Its grip stayed firm and dangerous. There was not really a chance that it would release its hold unless Astraea willed it so. She smirked at the idea, yawning lazily.
"You're lucky I don't slice off your arm."
Again, she chuckled, brushing a lock from her face. One of the vectors already out in the open then slithered over to the bar. it wrapped its large, thick fingers around the base of one of the stools ripping it from the ground with ease. In that split second, Astraea sent it flying towards Red's abdomen, keeping her still with the other vector's hold on her arm. Astraea smirked, watching from about ten feet away from the whole massacre. She was lucky her vectors stretched so far otherwise she'd be in the heat of the battle, and she knew that if there were a hint of blood lingering on her body once Christiania took back over, then the diclonius would go into another mentally unstable state. Which would be bad not only for her, but everyone else.
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