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 Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:29 pm
"Ah. That means I am a telepath." He winked, and chuckled along with her. "And remembering to our last time spent together was interesting. I nearly drowned myself in Vodka and we both tripped and fell into that stock closet.." The fighter narrowed his eyes and quickly went into a whisper," It has been a while."
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:32 pm
A slight movement of his right hand penetrating through is cloak showing it to grab against the fabric. Pulling against the fabric, he tosses it off to the side, his right as it falls to the ground. Once touching against the ground, it reveals Ryu with two blade hilts to jagged edge katana blades. One blade's name is True Blaze or what'll be known as Junsui Hinote. The other is True Flare similar to True Blaze, they are twin blades. So, the opponent should recognize that odd hilt structure from afar.
Ryu's bare chest shows the fact that he rarely uses any armor, and due to the lackage of scars, just shows that either this is a great foe, or a great healer. His obsidian hair flocks over to the left side of Ryu grasping onto his body appearing to be life-like. But then again, is this Ryu's true form? He does appear to be human after all, but the golden brown hued orbs told another story as they flicker in an oceanic hue.
"You choose the rules, and we'll follow."
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:38 pm
Her eyes met his, and humoured smile crossed her lips and she poked his arm. "You led me in there." Her hand drifted to his, fingertips just brushing his hand, then moved it back to her side hesitantly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:43 pm
" All I ask is we simply try not to kill each other. "
He punctuated this with a small grin. He removed his nodachi slowly, but not with his hand, the nodachi floated at his right side, 1 foot away from him, blade down, and the tip of the blade only 3 inches from the ground. He swayed left and right for a second or two, smiling slightly as a multitude of light jingles emitted from the inside of his thin and sleeveless kimono. He was unsure whether he should attack first or not, but, it probably didn't matter, his opponents always seemed to have him go first any ways. (Not a subliminal messege.)
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:45 pm
Ryujisama Something wasn't right... It was taking Rovell's sword longer than he expected to key in on his opponent's leyline, and attack him. It was as if it was clouded by the darkness that surrounded the area. He wondered if there was more to this veil of darkness that meets the eye, when he felt something poking at the bottom of his foot. Not wasting time wondering what it was, Rovell lept out of the way, and due to his increased speed, he was able to evade whatever it was that rose from the ground he stood on. Forgetting that his left ankle was injured, he whinced a bit on the landing. Holding out his blade and allowing it's glow to act as a lantern, he saw the last remnants of an energy spike that could've ended his life without him knowing it. Thank god he decided to activate Moira's Promise earlier. " What the hell, man!? I asked you to spar with me, not accept a duel to the death!!" His blades reacted to his anger and glowed red for a breif moment, but controling his anger, they returned to their normal blue glow. He wasn't going to display his true strength this early on during his stay here. " If you want this to be a full on fight to the death, then we can settle this in the tournament if we're lucky enough to fight eachother; but untill then, don't think you can just kill me and just call it a day!" He sooooo wanted to hurt his opponent now, but the red mark on him and this darkness was preventing him from accomplishing that. His option for now was to stay put for now and hope that his free-flying blade would find his opponent soon. All the while, the effects of Moira's Promise grew stronger. Ability Guage Mana guage: 90/100 Physical guage: 44/50 [degen] Vitality guage: 85/100 Special: Promise T rei's grin widens, and he takes a moment to dodge the man's sword before he responds.
"Twouldn't of killed ya...you'dve just lost movement in your legs, is all..." no sooner does he speak, he ducks low and slinks to the left, passing over the soft grass in silence. All he needed was a single clear shot...
Spells: t3-2, t1-1
Vit-14
Qi-3
Spell Duration: 4
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:49 pm
Not to kill one another, then I am not needed here. One half of Ryu speaks, the other responds, So, who shall fight this man? You or I? Ryu's eyes close suddenly as the flames split into two seperate entities. One appears darker than the other, like a Yin and Yang effect.
They both look at each other, looking obviously the same. But their eyes tell the story. The one on the left side, the opponent's right, has obsidian eyes, while the other on the left has the golden brown hued orbs. The obsidian eyed one turns and walks away. "I guess that's the decision."
"Well, I won't kill you. He will not interfere." The dark-side vanishes into an oceanic flame with his arms crossed, "Call on me when you really need me."
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:53 pm
Milky walked out onto a spectator balcony, his short one-foot high body barely reaching the cushioned seats of the chairs. He wore his usual outfit, a green three-piece suit, with a green top hat. His shoes were black with buckles, just like a pilgrim. Milky stood next to a chair staring at a brick railing. He rubbed his chin pondering on something for a moment. He then turned to the chair he stood next to, and grasped its cold metal legs. He pushed the chair easily for his small stature towards the brick railing. The edge of the seat touching the brick as it was completely pushed up against the railing; Milky then climbed up the seat, and then onto the balcony. He over saw the whole coliseum at this balcony.
Milky looked down in the middle of the coliseum, eyeing most of the details, taking in most of the surroundings. Milky didn't know if he liked it yet, but give it time, he would decide. Milky took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool night air. He reached into his suit pocket, and pulled out a tobacco pipe. He placed it into his mouth, and then reached into his other suit pocket and pulled out some tobacco. He placed it in the bowl of the pipe, and lit it an ember with a simple flick of his thumb. He breathed in, and then lay parallel to the balcony brick railing. He leaned his head up against his right hand, his elbow resting against the brick. With his left hand he held the pipe firmly in his mouth as he puffed quite peacefully on his tobacco pipe.
A small breeze blew by, sending the escaping smoke into the air, rising effortlessly into inevitable dissipation. Milky began to play with the smoke that he blew from his mouth. At first sending smoke rings into the air, dancing around the roof of the balcony then escaping into the air. Then Milky applied a little thought, he breathed in the smoke, filling his lungs, then he breathed out, sending out what appeared to be a ship, with a sail, it was quite an elaborate show for something so delicate to anything it touched. It sailed into the air, only to dissipate in vane. Milky smiled though, he was a marvelous being to create such an object out of smoke. He rather enjoyed his own company at times like these.
Milky then gazed up into the night sky, clouds blanketing in front of the moon, sending dim rays of light to the ground. Milky didn't care about the moon though, he was more interested in the stars that twinkled in the sky, and he loved them like a father almost, seeing as they were always happy with bright enthusiasm. Milky finished his tobacco, and then took the pipe from his mouth and then dumped the ash over the railing. He placed the pipe back into his pocket, and then sat up. He then reached into his pocket again, this time pulling out quite a different pipe, a flute. He placed the flute into his mouth, and at first started out in a slow melody, as to signify the waking of the stars in the falling sun in the horizon. Then the melody grew faster to signify the dance the stars made with their twinkles of brilliance. The sound of the flute echoed off the coliseum walls and reverberated down to the coliseum floor. Milky continued to play his flute for the rest of the night, changing melodies and rhythms to keep it interesting.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:56 pm
how sad and here I thought this was going to be a hard but this is going to be easy lol stare
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:59 pm
He looks back at them and grins.
" If we meet in the tournament, I'll need you both. Well, I suppose would should begin. "
He reaches into his kimono with his right hand and pulls out a piece of metal, about 5 inches long, on each side it's curved inward to a point. So, it's basically a throwing dagger without a handle. He holds it in front of him and tosses it up in the air. It stops, hovers about 5 feet above him, and heads off at an immediate speed of 60 MPH toward the man's chest, whirling about as it does.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:10 pm
Perhaps he may need both, but for now, he'll face just Ryu. Versher has already left.
Ryu looks to the piece of metal, and doesn't really take a second thought. A shift of his entire body towards the right has for his left hand to strike forward towards his opponent while simultaneously the right hand pulls back to catch the metal, but not necessarily catch as the air wravels around the metal forming an casing that manuvered at the speed of sound. So, a slight whispers can be heard since it's a rather small object.
The left hand holds out to the man, but he didn't really form an attack but has for the air to compress violently towards the metal to test its flexibility and to see if it'll break due to the immense pressure given.
"Throw another." A blue light begins to swirl lightly in front of Ryu's hand during the same time the catch has occured as if to be charging some sort of manuver.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:18 pm
Trei_Shouri Trei's grin widens, and he takes a moment to dodge the man's sword before he responds.
"Twouldn't of killed ya...you'dve just lost movement in your legs, is all..." no sooner does he speak, he ducks low and slinks to the left, passing over the soft grass in silence. All he needed was a single clear shot...
Spells: t3-2, t1-1
Vit-14
Qi-3
Spell Duration: 4 " Oh, well if loosing movement in my legs is all, then by all means, do continue... Come on, and face me! I think I failed to mention that I never liked "Hide and Seek" as a kid..." This was, of course, a lie, but Rovell was getting tired of being strung around like a puppet. He noticed his flying blade nearly missing his opponent; it was getting closer to the mark, but he needed the blade to stay on him in order to effectively attack in this situation. Still, he could only wait untill the right moment came for him to counter his opponent's tactic. Meanwhile, Moira's Promise grew stronger, still, and it's effects began to take a physical effect on Rovell's body. The red glow on his body slowly began to become overtaken by the same blue glow that emitted from his blades. Rovell's confidence grew knowing that his speed was becoming more and more intense with each passing moment, but what good is speed when you can't use it? Still, even if he moved, his opponent could still see him, and that didn't improve his situation any better. But maybe he could use that to his advantage... Deciding that it would be better to give the hidden man a challenge, Rovell began to hop randomly in a diamond pattern. This, coupled with his increased speed soon began to give off the effect he was hoping for. In the small diamond he was hoping in, Rovell had succesfully created 3 additional after-images, and it gave off the illusion that there were 3 of him randomly hoping in a diamond pattern. 'If he wants to attack me in the dark, he's gotta figure out which one of these is actually me!' he thought. And since they were all just a product of his increased speed and reaction, then they all were, incidently, himself. Ability Guage Mana guage: 90/100 Physical guage: 43/50 [degen] Vitality guage: 85/100 Special: Promise
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:20 pm
Hm..?
His eyes awoke with irritated awakening. Perhaps he had too much to drink today, and was feeling a little down on the weather when he last spoke with the stranger. That would explain the tendency of the throbbing head, as well as his sudden coma-like sleep.
"....?? Hm..."
He stretched, stifling a yawn with his unusually clad cloak sleeve, the eyes squinting as if being opened for the first time.
Still at the bar, with no apparent strangers to spar for now. Darn.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:29 pm
He smiled warmly at him and blinked once.
" I want to see you catch two. "
Without the use of his hand, two more of the blade-like objects came from the left and right sides of his kimono, crossing paths in front of Maelthorn's face to make it look cool. These acted in a similar way, though, their speed was now more at 120 MPH, not much faster at all by his standards, or probably his new opponent's. They both whirled at him, one aimed for his lower torso area, above the waistline, and the other to his forehead. He began to draw his own energy near about him, though, still not condensd enough to cause any visibly perceptible distortion in the air. Well, to a human's eyes anyways. Other than what had just happened, there were no variations in what Maelthorn was doing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:53 pm
The charge was set, the energy in the confine of the left hand that has been pointed at Mael erupts. Firing forward before the two blade like structures strike forward. Meaning, the firing sensation happens right when the eyes close flashing forward at the speed of lightning since, after all, this is lightning that strikes forward.
This technique fires a bolt of lightning that is just a transference of electrons through the area not in a straight fashion but in an enough fashion that's straight forward to Ryu's opponent's chest. If connecting, the attack will cause for the person to be paralyzed. Not killed, but paralyzed for an undetermined amount of time. It travels at the speed of lightning which appears to be moving at aproximately 189 MPH.
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