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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:14 pm
((I would like to rp but my time is so limited...))
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:16 pm
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Spirits, eh? Well, if I must.
*Raising his right hand to the air, a large, thick sword appears in his hand, a little more than three feet long. It has a black, reflectionless blade, and has a forboding sense of evil around it. Someone such as Protean should be able to sense this easily. It seems to find its way directly into one's mind and fill it with darkness, sometimes making them compelled to take the blade for themself. It takes a significant effort of will to ignore this, but it can be done.
This is the Shinorei sword. Holding the large weapon in his right hand, Wesley smirks as the wolf spirits make their way toward him. He swings the Shinorei blade towards them, and they seem to just vanish. The evil blade can absorb souls, ghosts, spirits, and the like, as it usually does when having killed someone, or something.
Having an army of wolf spirits around Tali is like an all-you-can-eat buffet for the living spirit-devouring sword, and wth each swipe of the sword, more spirits are absorbed into it, only making it stronger. Eventually, each one that has advanced has been absorbed, and Wesley rests the sword on his right shoulder, smirking down at Protean, seeming to not care about the remaining ghosts. His left shoulder has stopped bleeding, but hasn't healed just yet.*
Are you ready to continue now?
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Midnight Syn Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:17 pm
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Man. We never did finish that, did we? What happened to the whole Haven, anyways? With Ayaika and everything? >>
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:18 pm
((I am going to go bye!))
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:25 pm
By now Protean has had enough time to recover and heal to a degree. But, he was still very, very pissed off now. Taliman had just pretty much eaten members of his family. That was a very, very bad thing to do.
Rage clouded his eyes over and seemed to fill them with a quiet malice. He offered no response to Taliman's challenge at all. Instead, he would let his actions speak for him.
Another howl left his throat as the werewolf through his head back, this time calling the remaining spirits plus a few others to join him. And by join him, I mean join with him. All of a sudden, a multitude of spirits began to enter Protean's body, lending their power to his until at least 75 of the wolf ghosts had entered him. A great arctic wind was created as the transformation into Spectre Mode began, a storm of icy chaos as the living merged with the dead. Through it all, his form seemed to change colors. The grey and black fur was replaced by a coat of white with black stripes. His eyes lost their golden hue and was replaced by a piercing ice blue. Thin ribbons of a ghostly fog seemed to come from his body, hinting at his sub-zero nature. When he looked up again at Taliman, he was almost a completely different fighter. Which was made more clearly as Protean suddenly rose into the air until he was level with Taliman.
Again, he offered no reponse. He only raised his right palm and let a small snarl form on his face. He had never had to use Spectre Mode before, but it felt Protean had used it hundreds of times. Having a multitude of teachers inside your mind was a great help, indeed. Then, all hell broke loose.
It was if a sudden but near apocalyptic ice storm was unleashed from Protean's raised hand. Ice, snow and hurricane force winds tore through the arena and headed straight for Taliman. The temperature dropped greatly as well, nearing sub zero temperatures.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:27 pm
Midnight Syn <
Man. We never did finish that, did we? What happened to the whole Haven, anyways? With Ayaika and everything? >>
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:39 pm
*No longer needing the soul-devouring Shinorei weapon, Tali tosses it away, and it vanishes in mid-air. He folds his arms over his chest as Protean seems to transform into a completely different being, apparently stronger than before. Wesley smirks slyly, hoping that now, perhaps, he will be more of a challenge. However, the next atatck is something less than challenging. Having flown at speeds faster than that of F5 hurricane-force winds (150mph) and having spent all but three or so years of his long life on a frigid cold planet, Tali only finds this to be a bit of a nuisance, with the snow flying his way and all. It is a little chilly to him, and he has to put some effort into staying in once place while in flight, but it is mostly useless against most any Orinian fighter as an attack. Frowning and narrowing his eye, he growls in disgust at the wolf, unfolding his arms and letting them hang at his sides. Wesley arches an eyebrow as he responds verbally.* What is this? Stop fooling around and fight.< Zero and Seph: Later. Ichi: Oi oi. xd >>
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:41 pm
(( xP Don't "Oi oi" me Tali! ><;; Ichi's last late night on gaia is probably going to be tomrorrow night!! Grahh!! I hate school!! xP Anyway... No matter how much I wanna RP... I don't have enough time so ya. Just droppin' in to chat OOC until I have to leave. ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:45 pm
(( Wanna wait six more months? - -' ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:46 pm
Just what the kind of reaction that the werewolf was looking for. With a wry smirk on his face, his form suddenly shifted again. This time into a cloud of white fog that quickly spread out to dozens of thin streams. Then, even faster than the hurrican force winds, each of the dozens of ribbons soon centered on Taliman's body. And attempted to enter inside via tearducts, nose, mouth, ears, and even the pores on his skin. If the werewolf couldn't damage him like this, then he would sap him dry from the inside out.
Already there were far too many strands of Protean's ghostly being to keep track of, and they were moving much to fast to be able to see them all at once. With Taliman's shinorei blade tossed away as well, there was nothing to stop the now phantom werewolf from entering inside Taliman's and draining him of all he had. Plus, once inside it would be a very hard thing to do to get him out. Ki would have very little effect on ethereal forms and if even one part of Protean remained inside, the rest would surely find their way back in. This was the final attack that Protean had to offer. What happened here would decide this match.
((Just as well, since I'm getting tired as well. Plus, my mind is getting fried from all the strategizing. But, this should make for a pretty good finisher or surprise desperation manuever. Either way, at least I drew blood. XD))
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:57 pm
<< > <; Bored. Book keeps jumping. It's cnfusing me. gonk >>
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Midnight Syn Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 11:57 pm
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*Whether he can stop the phantom werewolf or not is of little consequence if they cannot catch him. Another spike of ki, and Tali is back down on the ground, at the complete other side of the ring, leaving Protean nearly 200 feet away. He quickly summons his Shinorei blade again, clutching it with both hands. It's potential power is a good deal stronger than Tali's at the moment (190,000,000, so together he has 290,000,000) but that makes no difference against Protean in this form.
Nonetheless, the werewolf could not have missed what the blade did to his wolven family spirits. They are now trapped in a hellish dimension, doomed to serve the Shinorei's power until the end of time. They can never be set free, unless the Shinorei is destroyed, and even Taliman could not even dent it's form. Even at full power, he couldn't break it, so Protean has just as little a chance of doing so.
Pointing the tip of the sword at the ghostly wolf, Wesley smirks, the Shinorei's aura temporarily surrounding and protecting Tali's body. If he is even touched now by the mist-like form of Protean, he will be absorbed into the sword, without any hope of escape.*
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