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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:24 am
[Oh quiet. It gives you something to doXD]
The black misted creature would shift it's head in the direction of the being of which had decided to reveal itself to him. It's current targets anyway.
It would allow it's 30ft wings to flap, which would cause it to ascend oh joy. In any case, it shoot towards this Kuro, the lips within the center of the mist would part it's lips into a cruel grin. For something would began to form around his being. The shadowy silouhette would form something using this new energy that had to be revealed, would increase the transfer rate of his energy gathering abilities as well. Thus, the dark being would continue laugh..
Meanwhile, the creature would now shoot towards the man, it's right claw up to slash him, just as stated previously.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:29 am
As this giant p***s monster headed twords Kuro, he formed the soul reaver energies together, into one giant orb. This would be good...
Kuro began to glow with demonic energy, for a quick teleport later. When close to the p***s monster, Kuro would shoot the soul reaver, point blank, then disapear...
Now, for the explanation. Lawl. Soul reaver is ethereal soul energy that is self regulating. Apun contact to any other soul energy, soul reaver turns smaller amounts of ethereal soul energy into itself. This is controled by Kuro at will. If touching a person, their soul will be converted instantly, thus killing apun contact. Any new signature incorporated into the soul reaver would be "remembered", in a "database", for future uses. And the soul reaver would touch the p***s monster...oh, the agony.
As soon as he shot the soul reaer, Kuro disapeared into the demonic energy, into the plane of shadows, and out again about a few feet away...
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:40 am
Le sigh..
Today was a sad day.
The creature had been touched by soul energy.
Though how one would kill 'distortion incarnate with soul energy, was a wonder beyond belief. The energy would be effected in the oddest fashion, by the creature. p***s monster is was not.>>, however, this monster would cause the mass of energy to be disrupted, it's flow would be unequal, and thus when two opposing forces would fight one another, with almost the same eqivalent strenght..
BOOM
Thus would reveal the fact of why it was called distortion incarnate. The being would stop, it's current target managed to disappear from view before he got there. It's puppeteer figured as a precaution. The creature would merely turn around and try to strike once more, the same way it had the last time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:55 am
((So I suppose you have no soul. O.o))
Kuro appeared once more, on the iced floor. And yes, dark ice had been slowly forming across the stadium floor since Kuro impaled his oni ittou into the ground. Apun appearing, Kuro focused magic around him, and in his hands appeared a blue zanbatou. The zanbatou, named Yokokaze, was around 500 pounds. The yokokaze had curved gashes cut through the blade, to trap wind, making it as light as a feather. Thus, wind began to form around the gigantic blade, like a tornado...
Lifting the Yokokaze above his head, Kuro would slash down, sending a tornado like formation of sharp, flesh tearing winds to fly at the p***s monster. Kuro would then follow through with a thrust, running at his opponent with the yokokaze in front...
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 10:14 am
["I prayed but one prayer in my life, 'Lord, make my enemies ridiculous...']+++Corant Ja`Kalie sat in one of the stands, rather high up. After just getting out of his first tournament bout entirely unscathed, he wondered whether or not he should use the Hunter/Killer armor, Solarian Federation design, now sitting on his lap. He had used a skin-suit before, but this offered more protection and self-enhancement. His last bout hadn't told him he needed it, but he wasn't one to get cocky if he could help it. He was currently etching on a silouette of a bird of prey, wings and talons outstretched, as if striking a target. The tool he used looked like a laser pointer, but etched on the color, embedding it in the armor like a tattoo. After finishing that art on the left brest "plate" he etched a tiny crosshairs, signifying a win or kill. The size would make it look like a dot, unless viewed closely. He had several others, all from his work as a supersoldier, which he was actually still in, just taking a vacation, with his superior's knowledge of what he was doing.["...and God granted it." - Voltaire]
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 10:44 am
Up in the stands, a young Hanyo sat, his long red hair blowing slightly in the wind, flicking his ears randomly. His crimson eyes watched the fight with arrogant interest, as he yawned slightly, showing his fangs as he did. He had his hands within the sleeves of his Black kimono with white trim.
"Well, this is interesting."
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Benevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 11:10 am
Akako's crimson and gold eyes shifted away from her book and looked down from the stands. She lifted a brow then set her book down and placed her gloved hands on her knees, leaning forward to see clearly. "What the hell..." She questioned. Her words were muffles by the cloth she wore over her mouth and nose so no one could here her. Akako un-zipped part of her vest so it wasn't choaking her and the fish net showed beneath it. The back of her foot tapped on the ground as she grew more anxious to figure out what just happened.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 11:52 am
Stopping his swing-like motion with just a hairline fraction of space between himself and Airiza, the mercenary turned to a more northern direction, eyes narrowing a tad. Then, reluctantly, he spoke, "That's enough, for now. I'd love to spar with you more, your style is as graceful and beautiful as can be. But.. it seems we have some issues that've made themselves known. If I had a recommendation, I'd stay somewhere discreet in this stadium. The other contestants'll go insane on whoever the Hell's stepped in here with malice in their eyes, and that way, we don't have to reveal anything to anyone we'd rather not."
Stepping away with a quick wave over his shoulder, he added with a barely withheld smile, "Catch ya around after this, ah?" With that, he made his way over to the archway - ignoring entirely the dark mist which had entered the stadium, so very nearby, and grabbed his blade. Then, he slung the sheath over his right shoulder, and stepped away calmly.
Except, his feet carried him to one of the nearby benches. And his expression carried more than just a bit of annoyance. Because, during his spar with Airiza, he'd spotted someone nearby.. and now, standing over said figure, the mercenary leant over his old friend's slumbering body - and gave him a rather rough poke on the forehead.
Though Omi was pleased to've seen a familiar face around this foreign land, he was also in a bit of a rush. From the sounds nearby - unnatural sounds, like frost forming from heated air - he knew that something unpleasent was brewing. And while he had little fear of facing it..
..Exposing his aces prior to playing the game was something he truely didn't want to do. "Hey, idiot - this ain't the time for sleeping, get up quick. We've some trouble."
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 12:00 pm
With a sigh, what some would consider to be a titan of a man walked across the plain grass. Every step brought forth some kind of spark that called for angry fire that would result plains of dark soot and ash. He wasn't all that tall in actuality, he just appeared that way to some, only standing about seven feet tall. The figure continued to march, before stopping a decent distance away from the mansion. He opened his dull red lips, mass inhaling the soot with it. He seemed to enjoy the taste of it as his face went into a grin.
His hair that would cover his face equally, except for the trim bangs, was normally a gentle silver with navy blue highlights, but in this case it was grayed and darkened by the smoking air. He had two quite distinctive eyes -- one was was hidden with within a shadow of black, representing the cornea as unpredictable chains and patterns of differentiating colors swirled around within it. His right eye was covered with an extended golden iris, a rather normal pupil with traces of tiny specks of green, and its cornea representing a sea of information, hued a deep blue. His face was generally without a scar, and his nose was rather fitting to his face. His ears were hidden, and his skin was a pale bronze with a few hints of a deathly blue tone.
His neck was covered by a fine robe, a monk's garb, yet a it shone with a bit of noblity. Perhaps it was within the fabrics, or was it the luster of the pure silver chains that would match the bones of where a human should have them coloring the robe. The chains were generally dull, but were quite tight holding onto the raw robe. On the front and on the back were strange symbols, perhaps drawn on by magic powder that looked as if there were rusty, metal trees reaching to grab a blue star, and wrapping completely around it, yet not touching it. His golden scarf seemed to mystically avoid covering up this symbol of great importance, and generally folded itself around his arms. It matched the headband that rode against his hair.
His gauntlets were of a strange magical black skin, as if were a of a demon. They were plated with some sort of steel plates, or something resembling it, and opened just past the knuckes, revealing slightly torn fingers with slightly broken claws. His feet were wrapped with linen, and were held in some sort of steel sandal. A dim shining rune covered his whole body in a drawing of lines, waiting for activation. He wore a strange belt of nanites, for those who could see it, and two strange blue roses jetted out of his sleeves.
His voice echoed rather softly, using his avataric shell effectively; it seemed fused as if it were two or more voices speaking, "I feel destructive, today." As he said those words, he basked himself in a strange aura of light and chi, while mana threaded itself across his hands. He was unarmed at the moment. That daemonic skin seemed ready for anything, though.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 12:15 pm
Akako leaned back again now watching the two new men. A small smirk appeared on her hidden lips and she stood. Wonder what these two are doing.. She leapt from the stands and her hands caught the railing that kepts the viewers in the stands. She flipped her body over it and landed in the arena. Dust came up around her feet from where she landed. She then leaned on the wall of the stands and her arms folded over her chest. Her eyes closed and her black hair that was pulled up into a pony tail fell over her left shoulder. The only thing on her face that could be seen were her eyes and part of a scar under her left eye.
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Benevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 1:48 pm
Typhoon_Omi
..Exposing his aces prior to playing the game was something he truely didn't want to do. "Hey, idiot - this ain't the time for sleeping, get up quick. We've some trouble."Groggily, Shilon jerked awake. "Huh...? Good to see you too." Shilon yawned, stil unaware of the chaos ensuing. He got up and stretched, Yawning once more. Now somewhat awake, he looks around at the battle. "Well. Whaddoya suggest I do?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 1:52 pm
XShilonX Groggily, Shilon jerked awake. "Huh...? Good to see you too." Shilon yawned, stil unaware of the chaos ensuing. He got up and stretched, Yawning once more. Now somewhat awake, he looks around at the battle. "Well. Whaddoya suggest I do?"
Planting right fist into his left palm, he cracked his knuckles - giving a soft 'pop' sound, the handplate on his left gauntlet jingling a little. He then spoke, "Still, it'd be good if we're on our guard - there's no telling if we're being attacked by one being or a group."
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 2:17 pm
Akako'e eyes opened and she tilted her head to look over at Omi and Shilon. "Hn..." She stood back up fully, her back now off the wall and headed over to the boys. Her arms fell away from her chest and she stuffed her hands into her pockets. She walked over slowly and had a layed back look about her, but her eyes showed she was being very catious of her surroundings.
"Hey boys... " She said smootly as she arrived in their area. Akako pulled her hands out of her pockets and they rested at her sides. "What do you think they are going to do?" She asked now turning towards the battle then looked back over at them. Her voice had been slightly muffled by the cloth that cover her face. Her right hand camp up and her thumb came across the cloth and over her lips. She turned again to the fight and watched waiting for a reply as her hand fell back to her side again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 2:20 pm
Shilon nodded. "Any ideas as to why he's attacking people?" He asked, stretching out his arms. "He sure seems full of himself to try to destroy this whole stadium filled with competitors." Looking up at the sun, he tried to determine what time it was, keeping the battle in his perriferal vision.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 2:29 pm
"Hello? Yea, it's Julius...well...I do believe it's time that the project gets unveiled...don't delay, Durzon! There's little time till the tournament!...Blueprints are on my desk. Now hurry up, finish it, and send it here. NOW!"
Julius would then toss away his cellphone, as it would dissapear into a void of nothingness..
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