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 Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:32 pm
While a tad surprised at the man's juggernaut attitude of getting nailed and just busting right on through, it only made the conflict more thrilling. As pedestrians were scrambling to avoid getting caught up in the bout, Ze'ev was ******** enjoying himself, though he checked that lest he lose his cool-headedness.
Hurt but unphased by the tackle, Ze'ev would offer no resistance as Gamma lifted him up, simply keeping his body tense so he wasn't rag-dolled about. Then, while Gamma was reaching up with his right, Ze'ev would swiftly wrap his right arm around the back of his adversary's head, hooking his hand through underneath so the large bone side of his forearm would be pressed against Gamma's neck. Left hand would meet his right wrist and grip it tightly from overtop as he rotated his forearm inwards, squeezing tightly against Gamma's throat-- assumedly until the guy went unconscious.
Guillotine choke, b***h.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:40 pm
Gamma gritted his teeth and set his jaw tight as he clenched all the muscles in his throat. Giving some resistance to having his throat crushed. With head burried into Ze'ev's chest, the only way out would be to twist out and under. Though that's not really possible while standing.
Raising Ze'ev higher into the air, with both arms around his thighs. Assumedly Ze'ev would already have higher ground, but being lifted would give him greater leverage on Gamma's neck. Not that he'd have a whole lot of time to use it.
Gamma would be moving at a fair trot, Ze'ev in arms, there was some small hope that he'd impact something fairly solid and drive his opponent into it multiple times. But after several moments, and some shocked cries from the surrounding people, he seemed to be just going down the road.
Pivotting, Gamma would perform a quick 180 as he stopped suddenly, arch his back and throw Ze'ev face firstinto the ground as he fell, ultimately landing in a much better position.
Running suplex, b***h.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 1:53 pm
The resistance from the throat muscles might delay the inevitable, but not by much. Ze'ev had that choke locked, and he wasn't letting go. While Gamma was a'trotting down the street, the half-golem would just be torquing his forearm deeper into the guy's throat, gritting his teeth and waiting until the guy dropped.
And well, he did drop, just not in the way intended.
No biggie however. As Gamma fell backwards, Ze'ev would simply tuck his head in further, and hurl his upperbody past Gamma's shoulder so as to land back and shoulder first instead of head or face. His opponent was still gonna fall on top of him what with the suplex and all, but, while aching, Ze'ev wasn't gonna just break this hold and get all sat on. With the choke in place, Gamma would basically fall backwards as the half-golem threw himself forwards, stretching Ze'ev's foe's head much further back then it was intended to when created.
So, Ze'ev would be on his back, legs spread out with heels dug in, his head probably pressed somewhere in between Gamma's shoulder blades, while Gamma would be on top, stomach up, facing the opposite direction Ze'ev was, with his head cranked back far enough that if he was still alive after all that dislocation-type business he'd be able to see his own feet from behind and underneath.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 7:54 am
Sitting in the room he had occupied the metal mask pushed up so it rested on his hair. running a coin across his palm he watched the small piece of flashing gold as it spun, almost hypnotically.
But he wasn't caught in the coins shiny wonder, he was thinking, he didn't know where to go next, and he felt empty, the presence of his consils was gone, he'de been away from Risalas too long, and hadn't performed the revival rituals, he had no help anymore.
It's amazing what you could get used too. Most people hearing that he felt alone because 2 voices in the back of his head were gone would think him crazy, but after years of thier presence he felt odd without thier help.
Gazing at his sword for a second he flipped the coin in the air with a flick of his wrist and caught the coin between his thumb and forefinger. putting it in a pocked on the side of his sash the bed groaned as he stood up, the old springs squeeking slightly. Sliding his black sword sheath into the loop on the inside of his sash and securing the blade he slid his mask down, tightening the strap behind his head and pulling his hair back out of the way, maybe he'de cut it soon.
Walking with the soft clicks of his wooden sandals on the ground he went into the common room of the inn, grabbing a flask of clear fiery liquid and leaving, dropping coins on the counter.
He avoided streets, taking alleyways and other parts out of the city, heading towards the coast, he didn't know his plan but from the coast he had options, that's all he wanted, options.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 3:13 pm
Face red and twitching, eyes clamped shut, Gamma stopped struggling so wildly. A bit of ash fell from the tip of his smoke and landed on his upper lip. Yeah, he was still intending to enjoy that cigarette, despite being choked.
Deciding to use something he hadn't been lately, Gamma arched his back and fed his legs under him. Driving his hips into the air and aligning his back with his head a little more, keeping his head from breaking off like a pez dispenser. Reaching up and back with his left hand, Gamma went straight for it.
What, exactly?
Specific details missing.
Ze'ev's loose pants + Gamma's big hands + Ze'ev's crotch + Gamma's kung-fu grip = A whole lot of ball busting action.
Gamma wasn't in anyway put off by grabbing another man by the junk. No sense of personal space or modesty let Gamma do what he wanted without a second thought. A very, very deliberate grab to seize Ze'ev's attention and make him slack his grip, or even let go. In any case, Gamma would twist away and hopefully out of choking reach.
That's not to say Gamma was going to let go if he had the chance to escape the choke.
While, at the same time, Gamma's right hand fetched the small black lighter from his pocket. Bringing it back up to his threat where Ze'ev's arms waited. Motivation was well in hand with more on the way.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 3:46 pm
... Oi.
Well that was probably the most painful and uncomfortable feeling Ze'ev had experienced in quite a while, and he wasn't masochistic enough to allow it to continue. His body would tighten up in an attempt to withstand the pain before his nuts got all crushed-like, the only notable effect of this action being Ze'ev would have a really funny look on his face, and that chokehold would be -tight-. Following all that nonsense, a spike of stone would shoot out from Ze'ev's abdomen, ripping a hole in his t-shirt on its way to the wrist belonging to Gamma's gripping hand.
The fight was rather spur of the moment with no rules agreed upon, and the half-golem had been confident enough that he could put the guy down without getting all fatal. As well, he hadn't really wanted to use his metahuman abilities, personal challenge 'n all that, but he needed the things this guy was getting all supergrip on. It just wasn't koul. The spike wasn't aimed for any certain vein or artery; the attack was simply intended to either remove the man's hand from Ze'ev's testicles, or weaken his grip enough that it was of no effect while the half-golem swiftly choked the guy out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 4:21 pm
Kaym Abruptly, Kaym shoved Nathanial away from the water fountain and without wasting any time she swung her body around and grabbed the handle of her sword. [....I never finished this!... I really should. sorry if i bother your posts' ]
Pull it! Her subconscious demanded. “PULL!”
She swung her sword to her bow, blocking the deadly strike. He swung at her in a parry of swings and slashes. Sparks sprang forward dowsing her face with their warm hatred.
He’s serious…
She countered once before Feih swiftly turned into her body and drove his dagger straight through her chest.
Her eyes slowly caressed the reality.
Feih…where…
Then, seeing Nathanial in the corner of her eye, and before allowing herself to drop, she used her remaining strength to scream.
“Get out of here!” He knew she was serious; she would never give such a stern order if she didn’t mean it.
Before Kaym could focus back, he was already shuffled through the crowd. Gone.
She dropped, her face fell flat to the earth, her breathing stopped and so did her heart.
“FEIH! You son of a ******** gay b***h!” Sigh snapped; slapping Feih with the back of his forehand then grabbed a handful of Kaym’s hair; he lifted her limp body up and put his free hand to her neck. “You already ******** killed her you queer!”
Caster approached Feih and lifted him to his feet.
“I don’t appreciate you talking to him like that. He did his job, something you couldn’t do.”
Sigh’s hand opened, dropping Kaym on her chest once again driving the forgotten dagger further into her chest.
“What did you say pretty boy!?”
“You heard me clearly.” Caster narrowed his eyes. “Got a problem with that?” His voice grew cold and deep. Sigh quickly surrendered.
“What do you want to do with her?” He pointed at Kaym. “She’s already dead.”
“Surprisingly…, yes, I didn’t expect her to go down so quick.” He narrowed his eyes once again, concentrating, as if searching for something in the back of his mind. … Not possible...Although… Caster frowned and turned away from Sigh. “Take care of it. We are leaving.”
Feih looked up at Caster, “Is it okay to leave him with her?”
“Oh yes.” Caster let out a humorous reply.
“What is so funny, Caster?”
“Ho, I guess you wouldn’t know. She’s not dead; I left her there with Sigh on purpose. I never really did like him to begin with.
Feih repeated the same clueless look. Caster laid his hand on top of his head and said, “Don’t worry, you will understand soon enough.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:34 pm
Static walks through the streets of Strata. Wearing his treasure hunting equipment. A heavy pack, filled with numerous things that a person needs when they are going to be camping out in the middle of no where. Along with about 4 canteans of water, which hung about his bag.
He had his light blonde hair cut short of this mission, just above his ears. His sensitive skin was covered in sun lotion to prevent it from turning to red, you could smell him a mile away almost, because of it. Though truth is with his white robe, draped over him you have to wonder why he would even need it.
In his hands he was carrying a map which he was looking over for the third time in the last four minutes. He was not even looking up to see where he was going, but he seemed to be able to walk around any person who may walk by with out even looking up.
"Damn, why can't you find any good help when you need it. All of these damn natives are to busy to come with me and dig. I hate this, at the rate that I am going, I may be stuck in this town for the next year looking for someone to help me out."
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:34 pm
City of Strata. Mounted low on the continent in rocky terrain, skirting the Barthavos desert. Temperate, warm, things like that.
Since the city was planted on a cleft of rock facing the ocean none would expect to see some guy digging. Solid ground made anything short of heavy machinery effective here.
Yet; someone was digging. A corpse, too. Victorian era suit greyed with age, ragged with wear. Coat tails fluttered with the movement of the animated corpse jamming his spade into the ground and moving hunks of solid rock from the earth. Not much seemed to be happening under that top hat on his head; just concerned with making a hole in the ground.
Just outside of Strata, off to the side of the main road in and out. Standing on the ledge of a rather wide and deep hole in the ground.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:23 pm
Coming to the main road that goes out toward the desert, taking a step around the corner then sidestepping a group of kids who are running in the streets. Static makes his way out of the city and toward the Desert.
"Well if I can't find anyone to dig yet, at least I can find the place to dig first,.So that once I find my diggers I will be able to get the job done that much faster."
As Static walkes out of the city he walks by the hug hole that is being dug in the ground. After walking past the entier whole, he suddenly stops, turning to the side, his eyes get very wide as he looks along the length of the to where the Corpse was doing his job.
Static quickly folds up his map and runs back to stand next to the corpse and inspect the work.
"Hehe, looks like you have a pritty good hole going here. So, do you like to dig holes, my friend." Static says as he lays his hand across the corpeses shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:41 pm
So consumed by his work, Tombs looks up and over as if by surprise. Seeing Static Tombs grabs the tip of his hat and lifts it, giving a considerate nod. Both a greeting and perhaps an answer.
Then he returned to digging. Forcing the metal head of a shovel into the hard ground. How it managed to piece the stone while being in such poor condition was anyone's guess.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:54 pm
Static would look on at the digger for a little longer. With a look of suprise and respect for the skill of this being that, he could only guess had once been a man. After admiring the work for some time Static finally spoke again.
"Say, would you be interested in a little digging project that I have. It is out in the desert there. You see I got this map here that is supose to lead to an anicent ruins, which was buried under the sands many centuries ago. I don't expect much to be left of the ruins, but from what I have studied. Thier treasue chamber should still be in good condition, somewhere under those dunes out there."
Static fell silent after saying this, and waited for an idication that the digger might be interested.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:12 pm
Ceasing for the moment, Tombs withdrew the shovel from the ground. Placing the butt end of the haft on the ground, standing the shovel head up next to him. Turning to face Static he offered a hand and spoke. A hand small, white, and frail; it seemed like it could snap off it if Static wasn't careful.
"They call me Tombs." A voice like gravel grinding into the ground in a windy chasm. Dust lingered in the air from Tombs' one long breath when he spoke. Speaking slow enough to irritate those who aren't patient.
Tombs was old fashioned, quite simply, because he was old. It was rude not to introduce yourself.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:26 pm
Static, though he was relitivly young, understood how most people thought, it was part of his gift. In the case of Tombs though, he was not picking up much of a signal, so he could not understand him right away. As soon as Tomb's introduced himself, though Static understond just how this sort of thing went.
"Nice to meet you Tombs, My name is Static."
Static would reach out his hand and take Tombs in a firm yet careful grip. and shoke the mans hand, before letting his hand lay down at his side. He was tempted to whipe it on the side of his robe, but decided not to, for the sake of being polite.
"So, are you interested in anything that I had to say?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:40 pm
"Certainly." The slow drawl of ancient vocal chords churning dust filled air from rotted lungs.
Static. Not a common name, but simple. Tombs would remember it like he did all names. Always with some ulterior motive it seemed. Tombs has always had a goal; people and names just came and went with opportunity.
"Desert sands are fickle." A pause, extending the already slow communication, "Digging becomes complicated deep in the sands."
Which was true. Sand shifted pretty easily and with one wrong move you had a new home underground. It wouldn't bother Tombs, but Static had the whole addiction to oxygen.
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