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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:12 pm
Yes it does matter. :waits for judgement from above:
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:13 pm
Elevar's Judgetastic Okay - Vahn VS Woozer - Round 2? Please remember that judge calls are final; thank you. Okay - here is how I see this. Woozer - your going to not like this. The basic gist of it is that you just attempted to hold his character completely still with your mind while you blew his head off. If what I'm reading is right - you basically just tried to freeze his character like a puppet. You puppeted his character - literally. But since Vahn did not call a judge its unimportant. Now for the thing that was called on. Vahn's abilities allow him to fight your attack. Though I am under the belief that a bit more damage could be in order. Since according to what I've read - you two are extremely close to one another. Bullet dodging if the first was shot and then the second. Still though. Vahn reacted in a way his character could. Just like you can react to what he just did. If you have any further questions/complaints/things - please contact me personally to discuss it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:26 pm
Well I'll take the second bullet in my left shoulder, near collarbone, or whatever, since the head jerk and all made the first bullet clip past my cheek and take a chunk of my earlobe.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 4:40 pm
And fortunately enough for Athan, the Squad car was quite literally torn in half from Vahn's kick. The officers inside were pretty much unharmed, but they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Having one's car sliced in half by a wave of fire was a fairly traumatic experience.
Athan, meanwhile, continued running uncontested across the fields. He was at a dead sprint, his lungs heaved for breath as he dashed towards the Durem Courthouse.
Not far now...
He turned his head and spat upon the ground beside him, then completely left the fields entirely.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:23 pm
Dammit---!
He could feel the blood splatter against his cheek, the second shot striking a little more harder than the first one had. Both his feet were sliding backwards, pretty sure that whatever strain had been placed upon his body would either be loosened significantly or completely gone--
---since Jacknife would be busy doing his best to avoid getting cleaved in half at the waist.
Not even bothering on checking on what happened to the jeep, he was already pushing his body further back, even as he flicked out his right hand, sending a flaming shot towards the remains of his pickup truck. The flame snake would travel along the ground, igniting the pasture's dry grass before going off in a concussive explosion underneath the truck.
At the moment of the explosion he raised the temperature of the air around him to form a barrier and deflect the blast, rendering himself unharmed from his own move, and possibly doubling the explosive force onto Jacknife, where ever he was.
While unharmed, the explosion would still do what all explosions did; and that would be to send him far off backwards.
He could feel the pressure on his chest even as blood was flying out his open lips.
Flipping backwards, he would oh so ungracefully upon the ground, rolling down the side, before digging in hard with his right hand to stop his momentum by pure force. His fingernails would take the strain, fingertips bleeding as dirt got in deep.
Skidding to a full stop, he made a clean break for it, staggering away at first while the fires and smoke raged on from hopefully two locations now, creating more than enough cover for his retreat.
His left arm still dangled uselessly as he ran, heading in the direction he'd seen the centaur go.
Dammit.... if my left arm weren't already damaged....
Greaves kicking up the ground, yellowed eyes widened as he began focusing as much heat as possible at the soles of his boots.
The greaves were still in Ignition so their movements would be met with zero friction; i.e. resistance.
"...Come on! Come on! COME ON!!"
He ran faster, faster and faster, until he was almost kicking along the air itself, only to land back down.
More...dammit... I need---!
He leapt into the air, the entire area around him built with heavy pressure as the heat intensified, and a third explosion took place.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:38 pm
As the third explosion took place, what sounded like a sonic boom ripped across the sky, leaving a giant burst of rippling heat as well as the explosion itself to any that happened to be watching.
S-S-s**t!!
Vahn's body rode along the surface of the ground, abrely avoiding trees and other random natural obstacles, as he swerved, went up then down and jerking to the side uncontrollably.
At one point, his entire left hsoulder went slamming right through a tree trunk, nothing but large bits of splinter jabbing into the skin and causing him to cry out mentally in utmost pain.
He was doing his best to gain some altitude, but to any looking, it would look as if a rocket literally tore across the landscape, leavingnothing but upturned earth in it's wake.
I.... I'm.... FLYIN-- His body turned and flipped over, rewarding his back with a long scrape along the ground, as he struggled to maintain both his feet sticking outwards. His coat was completely torn away at, before disentigrating from the immense heat used.
The high hydrogen content in Vahn's blood (because of the black flame), was also surrounded by an exuded cloud of mono-atomic hydrogen atoms. This hot cloud provided sufficient positive buoyancy for him to float. With mental stimulation of his flame, he provided enough lift form a jet from his greaves, directed behind him solely. With this he could achieve speeds up to at least 140 miles per hour. This flaming trail, released by an act of will, would be accompanied by smoke, flame and condensation, much like the exhaust of a rocket engine.
The equal and opposite reaction to this thrust causes his body to be propelled through the air like a human rocket.
As a side effect of forming these hydrogen atoms over the surface of his body, a half-inch thick field of heated air channeled the explosion and protected his skin from the direct effects of the blast. It also negated momentum and related energy effects thereby cushioning his entire body from any impact up to a half-minute from the depletion of his flaming exhaust.
Regardless, he was coming back into Durem... crashing and burning.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:13 am
((I want to ask a few questions here.... First off, how is it that people are dodging bullets here? Granted Vahn lost half an ear and has a round embedded in his shoulder, but the centaur..... The whole instincts thing I'm taking as some sort of "Spidey-Sense." But that doesn't account for the fact that the centuar was focused on Jacknife/Vahn when the first three attacks were initiated. I won't complain about it dodging my attacks, since I failed to give a reference to their travel speed, but a shot from a high grade sniper rifle like Psyche's? The grazing of the second shot might be more plausible, as she took more time with it, and the centuar was moving away from it already. Anyways, I'm not complaining, thus is why I'm not requesting a review, but I'd like to know what kind of power the centuar was using to predict the shots and where they were aimed.
Bleh.... I'll edit this into a post this afternoon, once I decide whether I should use my character's ability to block the attack aimed at Alan, or the jeep. As much as I'd like to stop both, I don't want to stretch the non-existant limitations one his abilities.))
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 8:06 pm
Skull_Rose Taking careful aim, Psyche's mind set a careful alignment with the creature, her aim perfect to take a shot into the centaurs torso section. Her shot would hit the section between the ribs and neck, a fatal shot. ((Being psychically inclined --though not able to manipulate things-- the centaur would be able to feel her focusing on his thought patterns, and would therefore know to dodge. It's stated in the post after hers.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 12:49 pm
And now they were driving down a flaming countryside. Shouyin was no detective, and even if he was he doubted he could recognize the signs of a conflict in those burning fields while driving at the kind of speeds he was now employing. Yet still the highway patrols remained silent, not even a firetruck to help quell the fiery stalks of wheat or a farmer lamenting his dead cattle as he carved out fresh steaks.
The world had been turned into pancake batter, and now somebody was flipping it on a frying pan.
IN OTHER WORDS EVERYTHING WAS GOING CRAZY.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 12:56 pm
So if you tell me that you'll have me never leave me 'til I die,
Why try?
The fiery aftermath of an unrecognized battle left behind, Shouyin finally got a chance to admire some actual pastures. Though, none of them were green, 'least not in this dull weather. Sighing, he watched the fields fade into suburbia and cocked his head curiously at the steeple rising up over the next hill.
Not that interesting, being but a church, and seemingly nothing more.
DESTINATION NEXT: [D] Gothic Church
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:06 pm
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
The fields were smoldering.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 8:07 pm
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
But the smell of death was gone.
DESTINATION NEXT: West Gate
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