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 Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:05 pm
(post 18, let's end this before 20)
Mic felt numb. He saw the skulls then felt something tug at his chest. After a few seconds he lost feeling in all his senses except sight. He could see the bright light filtering through the canopy and the giant foreboding dragon. Detached from his body, he could feel an almost peaceful solace in the end.
The only thing terrible was the cold and the fear of losing his body.
Mic was relieved by his shocking return to the game room. "Loser" was all that the game had to say to him. Walking out, he headed for the exit.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:13 pm
"Game set and match," Dementia said as Mical had fallen. The game would only have been better if he had been able to use his sword for the final blow.
He walked up to mical after leaving the game and laughed. "What was that? You could have fought better than that. I've witnessed it!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 4:21 pm
(GAME OVER)
Mic turned to face Dementia, looking a less brutal without his cohorts. "One thing I learned about this game," Mic said simply, "is that it's just as hard to make a beautiful loser as it is to make a beautiful winner. I'm getting better, there. Good game, I'll see you in the forums." Finally he departed with a wave to the captains and Panpear.
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Tanakietsu generated a random number between
1 and 7 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 9:49 pm
(Post 1 of 20) Padmavati's Lotus 7th Gen.
Drop Dead Gorgeous Skull Choker
Jacked-up Pants
Ancient Katana
Holy $#17
Enchanted Book
TM (Time Piece)
Techno-Mage
Jacked-up Gloves
Inari's Beads
Grim Witchling Hat
Plasma Gear
Tana got up from his seat within the Arena's seating, stretching his limbs. Still loosening his body from the previous fight, he made his way to the virtual monitors to select his unique design. He then left it up to fate to decide where he and his friend would fight. It would, of course, be one of the few times he would call his friend by name rather than nickname. After putting in the necessary information, the random device came up with the number 1, the field stage. "Goddamnit! The field again!? I thought I told you anything but the field!" Tana exploded with anger at the virtual machine, kicking it very hard to no avail. The number wouldn't change. Sighing out of exasperation, he conceded and stood upon the cylinder platform to enter the virtual world.
The plains were just as they were before he destroyed them in his previous fight. Testing out his new virtual body, he played around with his gear and cast a few small spells here and there. Of course there would be little time for large spell incantations, Tana would have to get used to fast-casting. He had no insight as to what his friend, Yoder, would choose. But he knew the both of them would agree that the field was not their first choice in arena options. Tana silently swore to himself he would do what he could not to light the field on fire, but there are no guarantees.
Then came the silence, the waiting. He wouldn't call out to his friend, yet he was impatient to see him again. It's like that when two good friends get together, even for combat. He sat in the tall grasses, his hat barely peeking over. Like a respectable gentlemen, Tana cast no buffer spells before hand, and sat with a smile on his face, however green it now was. The plasma visor allowing him enhanced vision, albeit tinted red, he simply sat and adored the grass.
Yoder would come eventually.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:28 pm
(( 2/20 )) Lunar Cowl (Lunar Belt)
Mythic Hair (Essence of Moonlight)
Dark Halo (Darkclaws)
Lunar Hairpin
Black High School Long Coat
Lunar Cloak
Black High School Wide Bottom Pants
Black Goth Boots - M
Zorro Mask
Masterpieces (David w/out Hair)
Michael's Memory (Moonwalk)
Western Zodiac (Dual Gemini Mask)
Lunar Scythe (Waxing Gibbous)
Lunar Scythe (Waning Gibbous)
The Cosmos (Moon)Having watched the past battles from the bleachers, Yoder was eager to spar. He stepped onto the pedestal at one end of the arena and made his choices. With his new equipment ready, virtual reality projected itself over the blank space before him. Within moments he was standing above an all too familiar grassy meadow. Although not ideal, I suppose it is fitting to battle another captain in this place.He took a moment to reminisce about his previous encounter -- the blood-stained grass, a lightly-armed competitor against a heavily-equipped combatant, and neither side claiming victory. Snapping out of his brief nostalgia, Yoder hopped down from atop his greater moon. He turned to the large moon and, finding the air valve, opened it. The big moon-like inflatable hissed as it snaked its way far from the battlefield. Just for fun, or show, or maybe a bit of both. He smirked under his mask as the gray ball left his sight behind a hill. His lesser moon still in orbit above his head, he noticed a hat poking up from the prairie. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long, Tana," Yoder spoke as he bowed slightly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:42 pm
Post 2 (3 of 20)
His good friend had arrived, and Tana was more than ready as well as eager to start this particular battle. He had some experience working with Yoder, but not enough to know particular flaws or strengths."Not at all, my friend. In fact, the wait was well worth it." Looking at the choice of attire Yoder had picked, Tana was not at all surprised. Curiosity overflowing within him, Tana had never attempted a caster within a fight. This, much like his previous fight with Talon, was new grounds. The minimum he hoped for was learning as much as he could about casters regardless of winning or losing.
Lifting his left hand up, his spell book already opened to the page he'd wanted, Tana pointed his index finger and middle finger towards his opponent. It wasn't a big spell, nor was it overpowered; but his attack was as swift as he could make it be. With his thumb sticking out, he pushed it against the extended fingers identical to the way children imitate firing a gun. "Psychic Bullet!" Tana shouted abruptly, a single purple shaded force flew out aimed straight at Yoder's left shoulder.
At least this time Tana didn't ignite the battlefield.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 8:48 pm
From up in the higher reaches of the stands, sits a girl that is mildly amused by the goings on here. Her scathing look drinks in the arena, and all it's sights. Having witnessed a fight or two, she understands the relevance of the current fight, and how ironic it is. Yoder fought Prime in the exhibition match, then Tana fought Prime in the inaugural match here. Both have been to the plain before, and neither wished to return. Now both fight each other while Prime seeths at the chance to fight again. A sardonic smile on her lips, she can only chuckle softly to herself and mutter.
"Fate is a cruel b***h."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:45 pm
(( 4/20 ))
When Tana stood, Yoder scanned his opponent's attire. A Mage maybe? His suspicions were confirmed when Tana began to cast a spell. Dodging to the right when he heard the name of the spell, he avoided what was a relatively small projectile. His cape not faring as well, the magic bullet cleanly passed through it and left a perfectly circular hole. Thankfully, the minor shot through his rainment didn't provide enough force to throuw off his balance.
With the phrase "Nabia Simin Sang," he commanded his smaller moon to orbit in place (not keeping orbit around hi head anymore).
Although Yoder knew none of the specifics concerning the magic Tana was able to use, he hoped there was some delay between casts. Crouching to launch a counter-attack, Yoder "drew" his claws. In a shallow leap, he launched himself toward Tana's legs, one fist forward.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 11:13 pm
Post 3 (5 of 20)
Yoder's lunge, Tana feared, could cause some rather excruciating pain. However, within the midst of interpreting the situation, Tana could not help but be momentarily swept by nostalgia. One of his old teacher's favorite sayings rang within his head. Side-step, side-step, parry and sweep! This phrase kept Tana both amused and angry at the same time. That phrase had been long hated for it's annoying recurrence. With this attack heading towards him; however, Tana opted for a different tactic. While it was true that his spells required physical as well as verbal incantations, his casting-gun allowed him momentary spell casting ability as long as there was a round ready to fire. The gun, quickly grasped by Tana's instincts, had it's triggered pulled while facing down. The round went off causing his body to rise within the air. Safe from any low to mid ranged attacks.
True enough, as his 'leap' over Yoder in evasion, Tana's hands were full. He closed the book and placed it in a side-slot of his coat. Pulling a caster charge from the same pocket, he managed to reload the gun during the time it would take for Snowman to recover from his lunge and ready himself for another attack. Instead of pulling out the spell-book again, he merely raised the casting pistol at his opponent. the other hand ready to perform incantations as necessary; Tana blocked the fire spells from his mind for the time being.
"This next move is yours, my friend. This was meant as an act of respect, if the casting shell had not been within the pistol, Tana could just as easily lost a leg. He was ready for the next attack, with a few ideas in mind.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:32 pm
"Oh my..." murmured the DJ. She had recently entered the observatory, where others were, including Prime, Horizon, and Panpear, and was looking down upon the holo-plain. The fight seemed very exciting, at just the start.
She was dressed in her finest; a luscious red gown, accompanied by her favorite gold hoop earrings and silky skull pin. In one hand she held a tray, full of empty glasses. The other was pressed against the wall, which she leaned against.
Remembering her purpose in the room, the DJ spoke. "Do anyone, like, want something to drink?" she asked the room of spectators. Most seemed enthralled in the fight (as she was), so she wasn't expecting an answer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:52 pm
Mirouni stepped out from the shadows calmly, motioning for the Dj.
"I wouldn't mind a little refreshment." He said with a light smile. "Or a little combat for that matter. Anyone interested?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 6:31 pm
DJ smiled at Mirouni, and then waltzed over his way, tray in hand. She lifted a glass up, and suddenly it was filled with Mirouni's refreshing drink of choice.
She handed the glass over to him. "Here ya go." The DJ then slid conspiratorially over to him, whispering loudly. "I heard tell that Magni over there is itching for a fight. Maybe you should challenge him, eh?" She waggled her eyebrows. "But you'll have to wait till this bout is over! Can't have two fights clogging up the hologrammyworks, eh?" She gave a hearty laugh and slapped his back hard, possibly hard enough to spill his drink.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 6:38 pm
Mirouni smiled back at the DJ and accepted the drink graciously.
"Thank you miss." He winced slightly at the back-slap, but was able to prevent his drink from spilling. "And that is an excellent suggestion. I believe I will challenge Magni-sama after this bout."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:52 pm
*an evil smile on his face, Magni looks over his shoulder from his front-row seat* Oh? Fresh meat . . . if you are serious- I will accept! twisted
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 7:56 pm
Mirouni grinned and bowed politely to Magni.
"But of course my friend, it will be an interesting battle to say the least."
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