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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:24 pm
Murdoch entered the Hotel long ago, passing through the halls and into an elevator, once again off to his own hotel room. He spared not a possible fan a glance, he wasn't tired, just a tad bit annoyed at a slight irritation under his scales, the only damage he had been served, a damaged abdomen muscle, with time it would surely heal, but for now, it served as an annoying reminder of something similar to a bruise. <******** roaches."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:23 am
Well, that went fine.
The swordsman, while dodging the occasional stupidity that follows in masses of media, quickly came back to the hotel after the round ended unexpectedly. Disappointed that he couldn't fight to his fullest due to some...distraught interference, the overuse of the ability would be a huge disadvantage for those that would spectate on the fight, knowing the loopholes and flaws which is evident in his premature powers.
He needed to figure some means for a quick, near-lethal ability to take down a fighter fast before they can even begin. Something that can paralyze and render the opponent immobile....
His eyebrows furrowed along with his frowning face while he quickly hastened his speed to enter the hotel before any annoying reporters come chasing after the fighters. While the cloak billowing quickly against the wind failed to mask his urgency, his rapid, but almost soft footsteps were barely audible to a commoner's ears as he weaved to and fro the usual hotel staffs and customers, the hood lowered to conceal his identity as best as possible.
Where to go, where to go....
The thought worried him.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 3:47 pm
Murdoch looked at the time. Then the TV, local news. Well look at that, round two is starting.
Off Murdoch went.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 11:10 am
Deitric lounged in his room, munching away at a sandwich. He was watching the highlights on the news from the various fights, flipping from channel to channel occasionally-- different channels had different fights, so if one got uninteresting, he could always switch and check out another. He picked up his cup of thyssel tea and took a quiet sip, laying himself out across the couch to settle in.
"Wonder when the results will come in..," he murmured, tearing another chunk from the sandwich.
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