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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:36 am
Roy Odisiouix Roy returns with the package in his hand. he hands it to Lord langardo. "Lord Langardo, Kuro has let WDY live." Roy informed. "Hm? Oh...Oh well...He prolly has his reasons..." Fas said, before standing up and taking the package from Roy, then set it on a nearby table and opened it, then pulled something out.
A shirt, a pair of pants...They looked exactly like...Mithos' clothes. That's what they were. They were Mithos' outfit. Fas slid the shirt on over his bare torso, then put the Half robe over it. He then slid the pants on and then a pair of Mithos' shoes. They all fit him perfectly. "You have a mirror around Roy? Or you could just tell me how it looks..." Fas said, dusting out the wrinkles on the blue and white clothes, not looking up at roy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:42 am
Fasumbra Langardo "Hm? Oh...Oh well...He prolly has his reasons..." Fas said, before standing up and taking the package from Roy, then set it on a nearby table and opened it, then pulled something out.
A shirt, a pair of pants...They looked exactly like...Mithos' clothes. That's what they were. They were Mithos' outfit. Fas slid the shirt on over his bare torso, then put the Half robe over it. He then slid the pants on and then a pair of Mithos' shoes. They all fit him perfectly. "You have a mirror around Roy? Or you could just tell me how it looks..." Fas said, dusting out the wrinkles on the blue and white clothes, not looking up at roy. "You look good, but let me get you a mirror." Roy says as he then charges his hand with energy and drags it through the air causing an aura to appear materializing into a solid reflective surface that would act like a mirror. "Their you go." Roy says to Fas
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:52 am
Roy Odisiouix "You look good, but let me get you a mirror." Roy says as he then charges his hand with energy and drags it through the air causing an aura to appear materializing into a solid reflective surface that would act like a mirror. "Their you go." Roy says to Fas "Oh...Thanks roy." Fas said, looking in the mirror at himself, then noticing his eyes were now a bright blue instead of emerald green. "...I look more like you every day...Master..." Fas said, quickly whiping a tear away that started forming. "Heh...I do look like him now..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:55 am
"Are you feeling better? Should I take you back?" Roy asks
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 10:22 am
Roy Odisiouix "Are you feeling better? Should I take you back?" Roy asks "No, no. I like it here...I don't feel like going back there and getting attacked." Fas said, walking over and sitting on the bed, then sliding up it and pulling the covers over himself. "Besides, I'm tired..." He said.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:59 pm
The behemoth monster abandoned his swing halfway through, and used the momentum to toss the sword in the air, it coming to rest directly in its sheath mounted on his back, where his long right arm could cross his torso and reach it, should need be. He then unstrapped his giant axe, letting it fall to the ground, dragging it after him with his right hand. He ran at the thing, picking up speed, and attempted to ram it with the shield, placing the (usually defensive) item in front of him, holding it with his left hand at the handle. When he held the shield, it was normally at the far left on the handle, so he had the most protection. He had tilted it, however, so the handle was at the top, most of the shield was now down in front of his body, with the bottom (normally the right side) nearer to his body (his legs, actually) than the top, his arm held out straight.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:15 pm
The field spell that had "Locked" Trei and his opponent in releases, assaulting the young man's senses with a fly-eye view of the fights around him. All those fights that were still going on...
Since he'd arrived at the colloseum, he'd won two fights...however, both felt incomplete. His previous opponent, the O-dachi user, had fought well, but had just left before any real fun could begin. And now, again, his opponent had stated a forfeit.
With a sigh, the young man shoulders Glory and sheathes Honour, turning to leave the arena floor and head for the dorms. Round two would be coming up soon...he should rest tonight, then begin practicing and training for this next opponent.
Hopefully this one would stick it out.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:51 am
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU WERE ABOUT TO KILL A GUY!! THAT'S AGAINST EVERYTHING WE AGREED TO!"
"What could I do? I was bored..."
If one was in the center, they would be able to see Mr. Benedict and Jean Partuade arguing over the incident earlier in the month with Snow. They had agreed back in Tartarus that neither would hurt anyone until the tournament began. However, Jean broke that pact when he fought Snow, and now, Julius was pissed. He had been admonishing the clay being for the past few minutes now, but the creation of the Renegade just didn't get it.
"You want to know what its like to be against something that you can't handle?!" Julius then drew out a single card...unlike the others, this was written in Nordic, and in blue ink. The card would float above him as Mr. Benedict's arms would raise to the sky.
"Now, come on Julius...can I call ya Jules? You don't need to..."
Jean would be interrupted by the sorceror's chanting. "Oh great overseer of War, hear my plea. Let this wretched being, created by a rebel, suffer at the hands of the seas..."
The land around them would transform into a violent sea, storm clouds surrounding the sky above them. As their torrential downpours fell into the water, splashing upon arrival, a large tentacle would rise and slam down on what would be the shore.
"Holy sh....what the hell is this thing?!"
Julius would float above the sea, watching what happened as he kept is hood up to keep his hair dry from the storm. The remaining tentacles would rise up and crash against the shore. They would then push themselves against the shore, causing a large, spherical head to appear, opening its large beak to let out a shrill cry.
"A...a...kraken?!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 1:28 pm
Sparn was walking lazily into the general area of the argument, yawning, when he was suddenly engulfed in the water. He swam to the surface, annoyed.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Shadows seeped out of his clothes and gathered around his feet, changing into a wide but thin disk below his feet. He rose up several feet above the water on the floating disk.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 3:16 pm
An large shadow passing over the arena from above, eclipsing the sun momentarily as the large shadow circles around slowly. The sky growing dark as pitch black clouds seem to flood the horizon till the whole of the sky for miles out is swallowed by the thicket of the storm. Crimson flashes lighting up the sky that now resembles night time with the blocked out sun, the shadow no longer evident due to the stirring darkness below. The low rumble of thunder claps shaking the arena slightly as the impending storm brews closer by the second. An odd chill also settling over the stands, lingering within the now misty stands as the mist pools over the side of the 100 foot tall wall separating the arena floor, from the stands surrounding it on all sides.
The mist consisting of an eerie substance that clings to anything it touches, currently rolling off the sandy ground covering the arena floor. Descending in an blurring motion I dive down from the darkest part of the storm clouds, oblivious to the churning cloud cover, and jagged flashes of crimson light that might strike the ground at any moment. Landing gracefully upon the arena stands, the shadows rippling lightly as my booted feet touch the ground before flourishing, and flooding over me. The darkness about the area pale in comparison to the darkness wrapped tightly about my body like a second skin. Tendrils of the substance rolling off me like the mist rolling off the ground is chilling wisps.
Two crimson eyes sparking through the empty eye sockets of my secondary skin where my normal eyes would normally be. Both ebony black wings folding neatly beneath the travel worn cloak that now appears pitch black to blend in with the surroundings. Taking an seat upon the stands near the middle between the lower rank, and higher rank levels. Adjusting the double hilted sheath at my left side absently, the growing darkness lingering above as the flashes grow brighter, and the thunder louder as the whole arena shakes with it's roar. I myself hidden within the darkness cast down, invisible to mortal eyes except the crimson eyes that shine through the second skin of darkness. My each movement fluent, and non-structured as if I was made of darkness my self, transcending physical movement.
An single wine glass fading in from the rolling shadows about me, lifting one pitch black hand to clasp the glass as tendrils of darkness roll off my hand onto the glass as if to engulf it. Lifting the glass to where my lips would be I sip contentedly, seemingly oblivious to those below as I find little reason to care. Such children so easily offended now days when they lack basic knowledge, or experience to full fill there ill conceived threats. Though banishing such pointless thoughts from my mind, simply indulging myself in basic pleasures of life. The crimson flashes doing little to hinder me as well as I have grown accustom to such things, the storm often following me as it's nature was dark as well, and it's intent to obey the one it followed. The numbing chill still lingering faintly as well, though not enough to give away the identity of the one emitting it as it washes across the arena within the already heavy fog that seems to churn slowly across the arena floor.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 8:47 pm
Akako's hands moved quickly and wisps of crimson and black smoke appeared around her. She had recovered well and now it was her time to leave for awhile. The smoke swirled about her then slowly faded leaving no trace of the fallen angel.
<~: Mega lazy post ^_^ :~>
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 7:03 am
It was morning; the sun was about to peek its head above the horizon. The morning dew was lathered on the sandy floor of the arena. The air was cool and there was a slight breeze that felt to be heaven. As the last star in the sky disappeared into the morning, the sun poked its head above the horizon, light cast itself on all objects giving everything a golden hue. Night became day as they always say.
From the sky fell a droplet of water, a single purity of this world, coming from nowhere but here. It hit the ground, forming a small crater about twice its size, not much damage, not really anything. But, soon after dropped something else. Something bigger, it hit the ground, the sand around it rising into a swirl around it, then blasting outward towards the seats and walls of the arena.
Rising up from a crouched posture, a being neither of this world or the next, but of everything, it stood as light cast through it giving no shadow to the creature. Its skin was perplexing, it seem that there was none but an endless void of blackness, no, not just blackness, stars and galaxies, little lights within this creature gave off its own light. It stood, as endless and as vast as the universe, in a quiet state of existence, its mind itself is perplexed as to why it has been awaken from its slumber.
It raised its hand, looking at its demented claws that could tear apart a tank. Touching it with its other hand, feeling nothing as its hand slipped into its universe, this universe. The being retracted its hand from the palm, it then looked around, just now noticing where it was, intrigued by this world it hasn't been to in some time, nor has it seen any world for some time, just asleep, alone in darkness. The being lowered its head, looking at the ground recalling old memories it had with the people on this world, as motley as the next, it hated these people. It now knew why it was here, it was here to fight, to win, but for what?
This was something it would have to think about, but for now it would wait, wait for its time to fight, wait for it to come. Sand rose up into the air and enveloped the being, the sand then dropped to the ground, as the being was gone.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:09 am
A passing breeze.
Melody floats in the air.
A musical piece was playing.
A man lays in wait for the opponent to arrive.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:18 am
The killing machine of Cruxis landed with a heavy thud in front of Snow, snarling, a black liquid dripping from his razor-toothed maw. The silver mercury-looking substance that is his body writhes about, some dripping off him and then oozing quickly back to his body, reforming into him. He stares at his opponet, the signature eyes of the symbiote specis unblinking. Apparently, He's waiting for a strike against him...
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:25 am
The music stopped. The man replaces his flute back into his pocket before looking at the beast.
Simple glance? Dangerous at close range, and most likely adapt at long range too.
He quirked an eyebrow, unsheathing his custom built katana from the left side, and grabbing three needles from his hip-line, holding it with his left. He twirled the blade lazily around his right wrist.
His appearance was of a simple black cloaked stranger, with the hood covering his face and the cloak flapping along the wind behind his position. Only a few measly feet away from the fiend named Cruxis, Snow was observing his opponent for today before making a move.
"Ready?" He murmured, icy trails of dust now materializing as well as forming a minor swirl around his left side.
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