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| Hector Dracul |
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| Ichigo |
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| Total Votes : 12 |
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 Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:59 pm
* walks in and sits down* can any one tell me whos winning?
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:51 pm
((I could argue with you to high heaven about your ice thing, but apparently the mods want this fight to progress instead.))
*Ichigo stuck to gliding away from the claymore and away from hector, alongside the ring's wall. He stuck a hand out to be in perfect view of Hector and used it to mock what he was saying. Basically, one of the elementary grade insults for a person that is talking too much. Meanwhile, 40 more beams shoot out of Ichigo to feed the ball that has now melted 50% of the arena flow down to 20 feet below the floor*
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:38 pm
* the claymore fly at you, stops moving at you* sad
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:36 pm
*Ichigo continues to glide away from the claymore while 40 more beams shoot out of him to feed the ball. 70% of the arena floor now melted to 20 feet below.*
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:07 am
coward quiet runing and fight!!! you are a scared of me and my claymore? *sit on the rock I was standing on * I let my claymore kill you * the claymore still flying at you*
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 5:04 am
Attempted corrected spelling and such Coward. Quit runing and fight!!! You are a scared of me and my claymore? *Sits on the rock I was standing on * I let my claymore kill you. * The claymore still flies at you* *Now the entire arena floor has melted down to 20 feet below. As for Ichigo, well he turns around and catches hold of the handle of the claymore that happens to be flying at him, handle first pointing away from him. Can hector guess why?*
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 6:13 pm
lol * your whole arm starts on fire * you not very smart are you * the claymore swing back and cut you arm* a claymore is a 2h weapon no one can hold it with one hand and when I made that weapon I made sure that any one who hold its has to use 2h's
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:51 am
((I... What? You.... Negated... your own attack... does not compute... Warning! Warning! Self-Destruct Sequence: Initiated. -Blows up- Quote: * the claymore fly at you, stops moving at you* sad ...Honestly. XD))
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:58 am
"..This is.. so.. damned idiotic.." A gauntlet-encrusted hand seemed to be lazily slung over the speaker's right knee. After getting his other hand to do much the same, he leaned forward with obvious annoyance in his expression. Somewhat lanky, tall, dark-haired with a messy style going this way & that. Amber brown eyes, slightly pale skin, a thin build with just a hint of muscle, and a casual posture characterized him quite well. He wore a chain mesh from calves, to wrists, to neck - with a dark, rather plain cotton t-shirt over it, and a pair of sturdy, equally dark jeans beneath that. Lining from beneath the bottom of his jeans, were two sturdy, leather boots; made well for both travel and protection. And lining his hands, just over the mesh, twere two gauntlets - dark, fingertip-less, tight, yet with loose wrist-guards. And, a hand plate lines either of these lovely gauntlets - both with an enblazed "O", though whether this represented his name, or was just a circle, isn't well known. White borderings lined both these gauntlets, and his boots; a popular design in northern regions.
Yet, the mercenary seemed to now sling his chin into the palm of the suiting right hand which twas nearest him. Bored. Omi, as he was known, couldn't put his finger on why the mercenary disliked this match so much. Perhaps, it was the poor English he heard. Perhaps, it was the fighting prowess of the two contenders down below, which seemed, in his humble opinion, to be "similiar to two amputated children with guns trying to shoot eachother." And though he had to strain his ears, he could have sworn he heard Hector say the following: "Lol".
Cupping his mouth over his hands, he shouted, "Hurry the Hell up!" Fastly regretting his decision to watch this match, it could be said that, Omi felt his I.Q. to be lowering slowly, yet surely, with every passing moment of this bout. And his patience was running rather.. thin. Finally shifting along the stone grate of a seat beneath him, until his back was farther along- he sighed in silent defeat. "May as well go to sleep. These two bastards'll be keeping this up for another two years.."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:25 pm
Typhoon_Omi "..This is.. so.. damned idiotic.." A gauntlet-encrusted hand seemed to be lazily slung over the speaker's right knee. After getting his other hand to do much the same, he leaned forward with obvious annoyance in his expression. Somewhat lanky, tall, dark-haired with a messy style going this way & that. Amber brown eyes, slightly pale skin, a thin build with just a hint of muscle, and a casual posture characterized him quite well. He wore a chain mesh from calves, to wrists, to neck - with a dark, rather plain cotton t-shirt over it, and a pair of sturdy, equally dark jeans beneath that. Lining from beneath the bottom of his jeans, were two sturdy, leather boots; made well for both travel and protection. And lining his hands, just over the mesh, twere two gauntlets - dark, fingertip-less, tight, yet with loose wrist-guards. And, a hand plate lines either of these lovely gauntlets - both with an enblazed "O", though whether this represented his name, or was just a circle, isn't well known. White borderings lined both these gauntlets, and his boots; a popular design in northern regions.
Yet, the mercenary seemed to now sling his chin into the palm of the suiting right hand which twas nearest him. Bored. Omi, as he was known, couldn't put his finger on why the mercenary disliked this match so much. Perhaps, it was the poor English he heard. Perhaps, it was the fighting prowess of the two contenders down below, which seemed, in his humble opinion, to be "similiar to two amputated children with guns trying to shoot eachother." And though he had to strain his ears, he could have sworn he heard Hector say the following: "Lol".
Cupping his mouth over his hands, he shouted, "Hurry the Hell up!" Fastly regretting his decision to watch this match, it could be said that, Omi felt his I.Q. to be lowering slowly, yet surely, with every passing moment of this bout. And his patience was running rather.. thin. Finally shifting along the stone grate of a seat beneath him, until his back was farther along- he sighed in silent defeat. "May as well go to sleep. These two bastards'll be keeping this up for another two years.." * blade appears at your neck* if you got a problem with it leave
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:18 am
police_girl_victoria * blade appears at your neck* if you got a problem with it leave
His voice then casually rang whilst the two challenges 'fought' down below, "I do have a problem with it. But, all the same, I will not leave. I will, however, suggest you put the blade away." His next words held a more warning-undertone, as both of his pupils narrowed upon her: "Such a thing does not become you.. neh?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:03 am
Typhoon_Omi police_girl_victoria * blade appears at your neck* if you got a problem with it leave
His voice then casually rang whilst the two challenges 'fought' down below, "I do have a problem with it. But, all the same, I will not leave. I will, however, suggest you put the blade away." His next words held a more warning-undertone, as both of his pupils narrowed upon her: "Such a thing does not become you.. neh?"like I care you make fun of my bf you must get hurt when I am here
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:09 pm
Tac glanced over at Omi and the b***h that wanted to stab him. He let out a sigh as he unholstered Orcus and in an uncharacteristic move shot her in the skull...twenty times. The devil made him do it, I swear.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:10 pm
"'scuse me, pardon me, 'scuse me, pardon me," a dude with one of those four-cup cardboard carrying holders full of slushies pushed past several people in the row as he made his way down towards an empty seat.
"Cold stuff, comin' through, cold stuff, here~!"
Now, there were a couple of people who we'd reckon needed to seat themselves down and stop trying to make out in the aisle or whatever it was they were doing... 'else they might get slushie all over them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:18 pm
Omi would have probably protested the brutal murder of this girl, annoying though she were- but he was busy playing a Nintendo DS.
The Devil manifested it. b*****d. //Omition: The Devil cannot manifest a Nintendo DS. It is forged in Heaven. My mistake. domokun
Though.. he DID cross his left leg over the dead corpse of the girl's right, and push her over it- causing the girl to fall some 30 rows of stands, colliding with people, swirling past others', and brutally wounding at least five children. Strangely, a fellow dropped a magazine upon her, which did proclaim, "Owned."
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