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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 9:52 am
((The worn leather coat he is wearing, it is called a duster coat.))
"'En give up. If ya need to." Rufus responded. "....I am only gonna kill ya if ya gonna kill me." He came back to his feet. "...'At doesn't mean I am givin' up now."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 9:18 pm
((oh...))
Adrian glared at Rufus with sharp eyes, but changed her posture so that she was standing up more human-like.
"I don't want to kill anyone... and it doesn't mean that I am giving up either..." She shifted her gaze to look around the room, trying to think of a soultion. She did not want to kill Rufus, just get him out of her way in the tournament. There had to be another way...
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:21 pm
((so, i'm back from wherever i was on my vacations. Happy new year, ye RPers!))
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:46 pm
((that translates to "happy new a**s"...))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:59 pm
"Ahh, now that's the face i wanted to see."
Bionic was not surprised, nor disgusted, in the least. He caused localized luminicsent chermical reactions in front of each shadow bolt spewed at him, effectively cancelling them. At the same time, he raised his arm to the height of the creature's head, and his forearm shot out from the rest f his body, the hand closed into a fist.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 9:22 pm
Heratik opened his mouth and mandibles slightly wider, crashing them down on the detached arm. The taste of his metal disgusted him, making him gag on the arm. He tossed it back towards bionic as saliva was being flung across the room and on the floor.
"sO PErsiSTeNt...iT MaY veRY wElL bE tHe dEAtH oF YoU..."
He rushed up closer, roaring, and raising two of his legs in the air and attempting to slash them down on bionic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:34 pm
((1° We're in a hallway
2° Bionic's armor is made of plasteel, which... doesn't really has a taste... anyways))
The dented arm landed to his feet. He looked up at Heratik. "My death?" The claws fell down, rippig both of Bionic's shoulders off.
"My dear monstruosity, i AM dead". That said, he jumped up, placing a knee-kick right under his mandible.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:06 pm
the knee kick caught its jaw, making him stumble backwards with his head in the air. Heratik stood there for a moment. He shifted his jaw around, cracking it and placing it back into position. He snarled and protruded the spines along his body.
"YoU dON'T kNOw wHaT yOu'vE DoNE..."
The orb on his head began to draw in dark matter. He began to bellow as the energy was transfered to his maw. The veins in his neck began to glow dark purple, glowing more intensely as it reached his mouth. The back of his throat also began to glow as the rest of the energy was moved to it. He laughed maniacally, firing out a column of dark energy towards bionic.
(double voice)
"yOu wiLl sUfFeR!!!"
The screams of children and infants echoed throughout the building.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:53 pm
((needs to be translated from old european spanish))
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 10:37 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 12:47 pm
[[no offense, Bionic, but can you stop dodging EVERY hit? |D;;;]]
Viola sensed something in the air.
"It's..."
She broke off from Demitri and then ran absently to one location.
"He..."
She ran towards the main reception room.
"...It's Mr. Monkeypaw..."
~*~
Mocha, similarly hypnotized, ran away from William, in the same exact sync as Viola.
~*~
The Master's voice was heard on the projection screen.
"Due to rotting away, Millie's slot has been cleaned. Dimitri has been moved to slot 4, and Viola is now legalized in the tournament. And welcome, Mr. Monkeypaw."
~*~
Mocha and Viola, horrified to be impolite to whoever this man was, bowed at his feet.
A somewhat tall man with black-as-a-void pants/tophat/shoes/peacoat stood in front of them. He had white gloves, and a white mask on a stick with the face of a rabbit, but the ears curved back towards his back. He had jet-black hair, like Montblanc, with a similar length.
".....hmm."
He looked down at Viola and Mocha.
"Neither of you are Her b*****d children. In fact, you..."
He looked down at Viola.
"You're Montblanc's direct child, right?"
"Youngest out of four, M-Mister Monkeypaw."
Mr. Monkeypaw looked down at Mocha.
"And you...?"
"His grandchild. You're my great-grandfather... Mister Monkeypaw."
The man took off his mask.
His eye sockets/eyes were missing, but the rest of his face was intact.
He passed the mask over his face, and he instantly had three mouths and two sideways eyes.
The women running away screaming, Mr. Monkeypaw smiled morosely and left.
"No b*****d children of my whorish wife here..."
[[I could imagine Jack Monkeypaw and Wadsworth being good friends...]]
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:23 pm
[[ Water Curses is now my favorite song ever. IT IS REMARKABLY CHEERFUL FOR A SONG ABOUT DROWNING AND MURDER]] Wadsworth smacked bodily to the ground. He turned and walked out of the reception area,then began to run to the site of Bio and Heratique's battle. Upon reaching the door, he put his back to it and slid into the hallway. He stuck to the wall upon reaching the other side and slid to the ceiling. [[In case it wasn't clear, Wadsworth entered the hall in a way that makes it so he never left the wall - he would appear as only a greenish shadow on the wall or ceiling. And by the way, is plasteel some sort of high-density plastic, or what?]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:23 pm
Guinness climbed from the rafters, perching on a ceiling beam.
He turned to Wadsworth.
"Ya know, I'm kinda sad with all of the new folks being GUYS. Speaking of, that shadow guy's pretty cool, but that robot... he just irks me..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 4:06 pm
((i am kinda armless, you know. And plasteel is sort of an alloy of plastic and steel.))
Bionic's legs deattached from his hips and moved upwards, reattaching to the shoulder sockets. The feets folded in, and in their place came a pair of hands; however he remained in the same place, floating in midair. He inmediatly raised his backup hands. A disk of ectoplasm formed, and quick enough grew into a wall between him and the column of darkness.
The blast hit with all it's might, and the shield crackled, but it held up. Bionic now had a few more seconds to plan what to do next, before the phantom shield would break down.
((Okay. Legless))
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