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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:48 pm
As Shilon flew into seeing distance of the large Colliseum, only one thing was going through his head- Why he was even there. He had been told Gabriel had hand-picked tihs mission for him, but he knew the truth- Good ol' Gabe was just stabbing him in the back. Again. As he entered the intricate halls of the colliseum, he could already hear several sounds of battle, and sighed. He took off the cloak wrapped around him and threw it over his shoulder, walking towards the stands enterence.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:06 pm
A door appeared infront of Nuri. The door that appeared in frount of Nuri looked familar. Where did I see that door before? After floating in the air for a few seconds. The door opens and Seth had walked out, and landed on the ground. Oh ya I helped him fight that one demon. Seth waved at Nuri. "Hey Nuri your mom Ren needed something. She sent me to tell you. Use the door to get home." Nuri noded and walked though the door. "Well that worked." Seth took out his invation. "Well I am at the right place." The door that is floating slamed shut, and faded away.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:35 pm
Zane walked up the path to his destination, halting at the entrance door to turn the door nob, he pushed it open and arrived, Zane a fighter of will and power...... Through his smile was a frown, hiding in his emotions. He was very complex after the change to a cyborg, all his friends and family the ones he loved all dead. After his dreams had been demolished by the organization that changed him forever, he could only dream of a time he was happy and could now see that through guests, it reminded him much of his past. He knew he would never be loved again. All he had was his body of destruction, he was a cosmic cyborg full of power, almost indestructible. Most likely too live through the end of time. Zane now only living to improve his power and age the decades. He truly wished it could all change but he was now, no longer human. A restless soul, a broken soul and a soul trapped in a body of senseless power of sadness. When his eyes closed he could only feel the time he was once human and was happy.
Though his family was rich when he was young it wasn't the money that mad him rich, it was the love. His life was terrible but in order to be happy he had to forget about his past and go on with the future, nobody knows what the future had waiting for him fate was un expecting, but he would surely try to be ready for whatever was in store for him, training every day to become stronger in his already powerful body was challenging others were great also, much fighters he had fought with and all were worthy, he had never truly doubted anybody, Zane thought underestimating an opponent can kill you. No matter what age, gender, or race if they were skilled you could end up at the tip of your lifeline. Zane now sitting down and thinking of much sighed and smiled, this smile however was different it was real, what a life he had gone through and the life of his continues until the end of time.
Zane watched the surrounded others, would he ever feel love like others, he doubted it, after the change he doubted everything, it was habit he had, he tried not to, but didn't feel any hope, the only hope he had was knowing he would help someone and protect or feel useful, that is something he was looking forward to do in his journeys, he didn't know why to he kept traveling, maybe it was just fate who told him to, or maybe their would be any he would crush in battle, Zane chuckled by himself, maybe looking weird as he did this, he didn't care he was happy thinking and trying to forget about his past and live with his changes.
He didn't want to waste any more time in pain, he had gone threw much pain and it continued to kill him in depression, maybe the true joy was to die....but who would be powerful enough to free him for good?Who knows, but he didn't want to waste no more time..... He looked at the hot burning flames in the fireplace, unlike his soul which was cold like ice, his power burned like fire when angry but when relaxed or not building his momentum he was cold, he very much loved the winter that was much like him, the snow was his friend but the sun also gave him his power and is the reason maybe why Zane despised it. Only because the power he had was recharged by light his cosmic energy eating off the solar power, eating off rays. He wished it was different for him and wished he was killed along with his friends in battle but for him....the war continued. The story of Zane had began when he was young, an organization stalked him and his family for their wealth, Zane had no idea what was going to happen on is way back form baseball practice, which was his dream when he was young, he wanted to walk home with his friends and he did after they went their way home.
He walked alone and five vehicles appeared around him as he crossed the street and no witnesses around, men came out abandoning their vehicles, they were cyborgs with guns, the captured Zane and changed him to a cyborg under a scientific surgery. When he had awakened after the surgery his family, friends, and fortune were all taken. Zane seeked revenge and vengeance, he had found out by the data he received after killing the scientists whom changed him, that he was their greatest success. He was the most powerful and indestructible cyborg they had created. He was a cosmic powered cyborg while the others the organization changed were created with different abilities, Zane was more powerful than them all. Some of the humans they changed like the new them and the others like Zane didn't, thus a revolution began. Zane began a new rebellion against the organization and the cyborgs who loved the change were the organization's super soldiers.
Why the organization created cyborgs was because of the purpose to create super soldiers for the military. Zane thought it was wrong and only thought it would be suitable for those whom agreed to participate and volunteered to be changed, This secret was kept from the world and the humans whom had been changed, the military had to kill anybody the human knew or related to. It was a disgusting vile job and Zane planned to end it. His rebellion had won the war..... But at a price..... He lost all his friends from the battles. Sure he won but he lost something greater 'friendship'. How he wished he had died with them in battle and put a stop to his loneliness but he was the only one to survive due to his structure in power. Zane looked around, watching the others, observing them all each, his red eyes allowed him to see through physical objects, allowing him to see much more than the naked eye. You could call it a cybernetic eagle eyes. Learning slowly what you can accomplish, Zane could find your weakness, as he stared deep inside of you.
Zane red appearance was the way to hide his true appearance through a scarf and a jacket and all the red attire you see from him, but his true form was deadlier. His armor was the shield of his adamantium, his fuel was solar energy, and his offensive fire was the optic cosmic power of the world created by evolution. Also his main system in which his new body allowed him to live was his version of a heart, the system allowed Zane to regenerate when wounded. It came in handy when you were a fighter much like Zane. He had been in so many fights where he had to regenerate all day to become whole again. Nobody officially freeing him from this world, all have failed. Zane thought if his soul could one day be freed out it's body, he was trap like a rat waiting to get out for an eternity. Zane walked in only to find himself in his need.... The need to drink and fight.... The taste of action, to taste and smell victory. He could hear the others around chattering but he didn't pay no mind to them.
Zane could only dream of a time when he was loved, only in his dreams he saw his family and friends again. Maybe that's why he loved sleeping so much. Those dreams would stay with him forever.... But that didn't make the pain easier. Zane would think alone, could he have switched his soul with another, and be born in another life? Or go back in time and change the future or was he truly destined for his fate? Why was his future so cruel? Did he really take everything he had for granted? Being just a kid? Slowly turning his head to look at everyone around him while he stood in the center of the room, waiting for someone to come over and speak to him for any reason at all.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:04 pm
Sync it all... the mind, the body, and the soul.
It came perhaps from a dream, or a dreamlike state of awakening and sleep. Between the world of the concious and the subconcious, he gained knowledge of himself. The Medium, at least, had been translated for him. All the other pieces to the puzzle previous to this one he had. Now, he had a few more. But many more did he need... how long would it be until the puzzle was done?
...I'm missing the soul. How ironic.
Where he was didn't really matter, since eyes wouldn't see him doing anything spectacular enough to call for attention. There was simply a large blackblue wolf sitting alone next to a duffel bag with his eyes closed. None could see or hear the conversation going on in his mind. They could, however, feel the temperature drop when they got within inches of him, as if a refridgerator door was open.
But there was no worry of that kind of thing since nobody was worried about him. Fine with Lazenca.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:19 pm
Tall she was, and very fair. Her long black hair flowed easily in the humid breeze, long strands of bangs hung lazily in her eyes.
She walked along in light, though it was as if she were trapped in a shadow.
Smoky grey eyes stared blankly ahead, a hint of sadness trapped within her enchanting eyes. Her eyes stood out, despite the light colour they were, for even grey can stand out against white, which was the colour of her skin.
She was built like a daughter of kings, a slim figure, standing tall at 5'8.
She walked with a hint of greatness about her, suggesting she might be more than just a mere Ranger as she looked.
She was wrapped in a heavy black cloak, fastened at her shoulders by a simple silver broach. The cloak was heavily tattered, ripped at the end and stained a deep brown from much traveling. The ends of the cloak went past her feet, all the way so it was dragging on the ground. Nothing about the rest of her appearance could be seen, as the cloak masked everything about her. She entered the Stadium, merely standing there silently.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:20 pm
Step after step, the mercenary Omi stepped into the entrance hall of the stadium; head rushing with a bit of excitement. There were considerably more people here than he'd initially imagined. And the quality of the structures about him.. it was clear, this was not a backwater betting square, as he'd believed before-hand.
Lanky, thin but with a hint of muscle, he stood relatively tall at six feet, one inch. All of his clothing was considerably dark; he wore a chain mesh that lined from his neck, to his wrists and anklets. Over this, the mercenary wore a dark, cotton shirt with short sleeves, and a pair of equally dark, almost jean-like pants.
Upon his hands, however, were two sturdy, leather gauntlets. Both were lined with several layers of leather, and a metal handplate each, making them rather strong - fingertipless and all. A white, cotton-like material lined the gauntlet, for design. Each handplate also had an 'O' insignia; whether this was an "O" for his name, or a circle, few knew or have asked.
Over his feet, however, were two sturdy, leather boots. Dark as can be, built strong for long travel - but without much weight, as Omi disliked cumbersome clothing. On a physical standpoint, his skin was just slightly pale - but not overly so. Omi's hair, on the other hand, twas extremely dark - ash black, in fact, and wild, strewn in every direction. His eyes held an amber brown hue, and upon his back, laid a laquer sword sheath; a lighter gray than the rest of his clothing.
Gazing at the stone arch above his head, Omi thought with a low heaved sigh, "Heh, maybe I'll be facing a bunch of no-skill bastards looking for money just like me." Stepping forward, through a side-gate that lead upon the "arena" itself, Omi marvelled at how vast it was.. and that, was when he spotted a figure standing upon the stadium entranceway; he then thought with a curious blink, "Perhaps that's a combatant..? Or maybe a spectator, damn will this be more troublesome than I thought'."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:32 pm
Her head turned slightly as her peripheral vision captured a figure standing there silently.
She tilted her head slightly to one side, examining his weaponry, gear, and his features. Her smoky grey eyes scanned over him as if searching for something in particular.
She smiled slightly, a smile of sadness, mixed with something more..Something, not quite right.
She walked forward to the man, her soft footsteps making no audible noise unless it be to someone who has extraordinary hearing. Her expression remained unchanged as she stared at him. She neared him, standing about 4 feet away now.
She bowed deeply, showing great respect towards this being.
It was a few seconds before she came back up, standing with perfect posture as before. She looked down at the ground, and spoke softly, though a hint of authority lingered in her melodious voice.
"Greetings traveler..
Would you be interested in a friendly match?
Unless..If you wish it to be something more than friendly, I wouldn't mind that either."
She figured the guy must know how to fight, carrying all that weaponry and all. Plus, most people that were here knew how to fight anyhow..She smiled inside, hoping he wouldn't refuse her offer. She didn't usually just go randomly pick people to spar with, but boredom sometimes wins over.
She stood there grimly, waiting for a reply.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:50 pm
It wasn't until several moments after the woman had walked over to him, and bowed so deeply, that he turned his gaze over to her and realized her prescence. Immedietely, his face grew a tad pale - a comical sweatdrop of sorts forming at his brow.
Hearing her words, he gave a sheepish, slightly weary laugh, before replying in a more polite tone of voice, "Well met there'. Surely, I'd love to have a friendly spar. It'd be something to get me awake at least, neh?" Giving a light chuckle, he added, "And please, don't bow to me, even in jest. I'm nobody to bow to, ya know?"
Relaxing a bit in posture, the mercenary offered this seemingly-kind stranger his right hand, in a gesture as though for her to shake it - the gauntlet covering a majority of it. "Before we'd begin though, name's Omi, a great pleasure to meet you. Yourself?" As he finished his question, his eyes shone dimly with an amber brown hue; a warm smile on his face. Nothing seemed extrordinary about him.. save, he had an extremely relaxed stance. A bit of shyness was in his expression though - perhaps shown not just to this woman, but to strangers in general.
Of course, had he known of a few of the other combatents at this tournament.. an extremely annoyed attitude would come to mind; especially at the mentioning of one being just a short ways away. Though, he was blissfuly unaware of this, for now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:57 pm
Maelthorn Continuing along with his turn, He saw the slash, so, instead of having his foot out as much as he'd planned, he would have it closer to his left foot, then take a quick step back. He'd then take another step back.
" My name's Maelthorn. "
He frowned a bit as he looked at his own sword.
" It's hard being careful with swords... And it's kind of annoying... Hey, could we take this more seriously? I could repair either of us if something gets cut off.. "
The young man grins, straightening up and spinning both his blades with ease. The man's words, though, seem to have fallen on deaf ears. "Take it seriously? Where's the fun in that?"
The young man's eye flashes as he resumes his stance, a strange, seemingly off-balance position with both feet close together, his weigh on the balls of his feet. "Swordplay is a game, my friend...I dun' think I can take it "serious"...but, I CAN give you everything i've got..." With that, he suddenly seems to fall forward, his body practically flinging itself forward to give him a quick, darting run straight into the man, Left-hand blade held just under his chin, right hand blade whipping behind him like a deadly tail...
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:08 pm
The woman simply stood there, staring like a fool at his hand. Her eyebrows furrowed, and the hint of sadness in her eyes grew to a very noticeable sorrow showing greatly on her fair face. As his hand extended, she had back away a small step, as if backing away from a venomous snake. She merely stared at his hand, her hands at her sides stiffly. She acted as though his hand were poison.
She looked at him apologetically, though she offered no explanation for her behavior. She bowed again, this time apologetically, ignoring his comment from earlier.
It is a pleasure meeting you. My name's Airiza (Pronounced Air-eye-zah.)
Though this was not her real name..She rarely offered her real name to strangers. It was just something she was uncomfortable with..Airiza was simply her nickname, and she stood by it most times. Well, shall we begin? I will not be using my sword..As I have trouble using it in non-fatal ways. With this she chuckled slightly as if she had just told a well thought joke.
She suddenly pulled back her cloak, revealing a simple oak scabbard covered in black leather, about five feet in length. All that could be seen of her sword was the hilt sticking out, about 1 foot. It obviously was a pretty big sword. It was an Odachi.
She gently reached down, unfastening the straps that held her sword loosely to her side. She pulled the strap free from its hook that it was stuck on, and the sword fell from her side and hit the ground with a slightly loud clank. She abrubtly leaned down and picked the sword up off the ground, rubbing the dust from the ground off of it with her left hand. She smiled at the sword, as if it were a dear friend or treasured item. She gently laid it aside.
Airiza turned to the man, and she stood there stiffly, now looking a bit more serious and hostile than before. She just couldn't have a battle without being serious..It was just who she was. She made no stance, she did no special move, she merely stood there, anticipating what was to come.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:21 pm
Omi watched the girl's expression change dramatically, and still kept his hand in the air, waiting. Though, when she finally gazed at him with such a.. sorrowful expression for but a moment, before bowing to him again, Omi seemed a tad surprised - his right hand faltering and falling back slowly. "..Yes, it is quite nice meeting you as well, Airiza."
Deciding it best not to pursue his interest of her reaction, he gave a soft nod. "Surely, we could begin now." Hearing the newly met Airiza's comment about her sword, his expression went from uncertain and perhaps a bit sollem, to considerably more merry again - a light chuckle coming fourth. "Oh really, now..?"
Yet, as he watched her release the grand blade, Omi stood there with a lighter, more comically weak-voiced chuckle, another sweatdrop forming at his brow. "I.. see~ WELL, than maybe it's best I don't use my own blade, eh?" Reaching over his neck with his right hand, Omi felt along his back until his fingertips came to the strap that held his own sword upon him.
After a moment of tinkering with it, he unearthed the blade off himself - little of the blade save a rather lengthy handle covered in dark, leather straps and light blue, cotton laces being visible. Giving it a light toss, letting the sword fall by the archway, Omi smirked - stretching out his arms and legs for but a moment, before standing idly by again. His body wasn't even tensed.
All that seemed to change of his expression, was that his eyes were upon her; watching her with an almost disturbing amount of detail, as though waiting for even the subtlest of her every movement. "You can throw the first strike, if you wish. A good blow to the head may get my blood running better anywho, no?" His feet were squared, and his hands at his sides, gauntlets still covering them - but oddly, he didn't seem to assume.. even so much as a defensive stance. He merely watched with a piercing gaze.
"No sword, and none of that, by any means. This could become pretty damned fun.."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:15 pm
With her hood pulled up over her head, Cynthia walked into the great building which housed the Gaian Tenkaichi Budokain Tournament. She had arrived late due to lack of transportation. She knew her adversary, Baylu, had been here during the first days. She's beaten me here, but she won't beat me in the tournament! she told herself enthusiastically. The Emperor had said he had sent Atreyu to watch over the Captain, but Cynthia hoped that the Lt. wasn't doing anything inappropriate. She knew of her brother's secret crush on the high and mighty wind elementalist. It seemed that everyone was always against poor Cynthia and all supporting the great Captian Baylu Eras.
As she continued her whining in her mind, Cynthia kept a soft featured face on the outside. She knew where to find Baylu at. All she had to do was find the closest bar. After searching through the housing district and all the other areas of the arena, Cynthia stumbled upon a very nicely constructed bar. The place looked very pleasant, but she would guess it would be stinky loud and obnoxious in the inside. Opening the doors, Cynthia entered.
Shadows were casted upon her soft and elven like features as her light blue hair looked a deep blue in the lighting. She never did care for places like these, but if she had to confront Baylu and announce her participation in this tournament, she would have to bear with it. To her surprise, the place was quiet with very few fighters inside. "Hm, Baylu must not be here," Cynthia told herself as she found a comfy and clean seat at the bar.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:34 pm
((Baylu takes to long))
Ideon's hand let go of Baylu and dissapeared in the ground. Kai looked around for it. "Where'd it go?" Vaakine thought for a second. "Looking for another target?.
Meanwhile, at the bar, Ideon's hand burst from the floor and grabbed Cynthia.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 7:59 am
Seth looked around the shops. The shop keepers where bothering him because they see that he has no weapon that they could see. Seth continued to look around the shops not paying any attenion to them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 8:28 am
Julius was amazed at the sheer integrety of Snow. Not many people in the world would step up to fight the ever so dangerous Rebel God or his spawn. He had to do something...
Never taking his eyes off of the injured fighter, he pulled out a solitary piece of parchment. The name "Kronos" was written on it in Greek. "Give..him back...his time..." Upon these words, a bubble would appear around the warrior. Slowly, Snow would start to hear the tick of a grandfather clock. At it would go faster and faster and louder and louder, a miracle would happen. Snow's arm would rebuild itself! His cuts, scrapes, bruises, and other injuries he had gained from his various travels would be gone! It would be as if he had never tgotten hurt; this was the power of the Elder God.
Once fully healed, the bubble would dissapear and the ticking would stop. Julius would turn to face Jean, who was still in shock at what had happened. Mr. Benedict would clench his fist, causing tentacles of fire to come out of the ground and prevent Jean from moving. Bowing his head in silence, he would turn around and start to walk back.
"Do what you wish to that...thing," he said to Snow. He didn't have the heart to tell him that he would have to bring Jean back. Julius didn't want another god on his tail, after all..
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