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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 1:38 pm
*~((huh...
where could that silly Dante be... ::scratches head:: ))~*
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:04 pm
Change of Plans since Rene forfieted actually. My Apologies. Dante is the person to sit out for this Round.
3rd Round of Ria High's 4th Star Test!
In Ria Arena 1: Spirit Blade we will have Yusake Go up against Dr. Raven! The Stage's mode is set to Grasslands!
Grasslands: A large grassy scenerio is used here. here everything is highly flammable. No trees, just tall rich green grass.
They have till the 31st of March to both report here or else their match will be postponed. Otherwise if they do report they will have till the April 5th to finish their battle RP! ^^! Extended time may be granted!
I suggest you PM your opponent to tell them of this and of course to plan out a nice battle ^^;;
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:48 pm
(Posting the same post just 'cause there really isn't much I can do differently)
The dirt and grass flattened quickly as Yusake's boot pressed into it quickly. He had not been walking for very long since entering the battle area, and yet by the looks of his posture and the way he was slightly slouched forward, he looked to be exhausted. He came just as he did for his last two battles, wearing the leather pants and tall boots, yet not wearing his shirt so the metal parts on his body were unrestricted in their activities. Though, there was one difference this time, that being the sword that was held in his right hand. It was his very own sword, the sword he had yet to use even once during the tournament, or even at all during his entire stay at Ria, save for practicing with it while alone. Both Yusake's head and eyes were lowered, fixed toward the ground below him and the swaying grass from the light breeze. Though there was a crowd before him, watching his every move, as far as Yusake was concerned not a sound existed. All he could really do is wait in this self preserved state of mind, an almost blank expression on his face. But as lost as he seemed, his mind was actually racing at an incredible pace. He couldn't help but think of what had happened before now, the two separate events that so greatly defined the conflict in his head now.
The image of a man flashed before his head, one with a pair of dark eyes. His pupils were dilating, the soon filling the color within his irises. Slight shivers came over his body as he thought about this face. "Weakling..." the voice echoed through his head, the man from before. "Pathetic..." a slight twitch came over him, though it was quite brief. His mind continued to trace along the thoughts in his head, and soon enough the dark eyed man's face became a different one. The eyes were still black, though, more violent...malicious even. But before he could exactly make it out, he went back to the thought of his last opponent, and the image of her carried off in a stretcher because of the injuries he inflicted on her. He wasn't aware of it...but at that time, his eyes slowly began to dart left to right. He was unconsciously looking between his two arms, the metal hand which carried his sword, and the flesh hand which was empty. But still, all the same...he waited, waited right here for his opponent in silence.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:17 pm
A black sigh came from the man standing in the field. It wasn't that the sigh actually had a color to it, but it was rather it was so devoid of -anything- it had no other option but to be labeled 'black'. Devoid of emotion, soul or even the man's trademark whirring under the words that plainly showed his inhumanity. He was standing in the grass quietly aside from this sigh, his eyes closed behind his glasses. After his previous match he had shed his quite destroyed attire and replaced it with a different one. His lab coat had been replaced with one of similar make, except it was made of black leather, lined with velvet on the insidie of a red color. A pocket was stiched onto the breast, holding the white flower Auralies gave him prior to his entrance to the tournament. Toss in those burgandy framed glasses, a similar black shirt with, oddly, a much better looking red tie and a pair of black slacks, complete with an odd pair of charcoal colored sneakers with red trim here and there, and he looked quite..Well, different from his previous appearance. He didn't look quite as old for one thing. He also didn't look -nearly- as dishelvled. Cruor, his katana, hung tied to his belt, and oddly it fluttered gently in the wind with his coat and hair. A gentle breeze, nothing more. Though, he did reached up with a hand, still gloved in a pair of white gloves, to adjust his glasses. After his previous fight, he and Auralies had tinkered with his cybernetic arm a bit and repaired it, though they hadn't actually had time to reflesh it..Which was why, if you removed Raven's left glove, you'd be met by a hand made of metal and tube-like veins, whirring machinery and a system to flex the fingers and such. Not a pretty sight to most.
His eyes opened slowly after his adjustment of his glasses and the lowering of his hand to join the other in the hip pockets of his coat, those rose colored pupils taking in his surroundings for, it seemed, the first time. He looked..Bored. Disinterested. Pretty damn jolly well above all this, in his own mind or perhaps he just firmly believed it to be true. Actually, he was merely in a state of relaxation before the fight. No point in being tense or upset, agitated or angry. There was absolutely no point in being jumpy before risking your life, in his eyes. You merely give your foe an advantage, somewhere you'd open a weak spot in your armor for them to pierce quickly. Now, of course, there were certain times when it was acceptable to be agitated, but he couldn't fathom one of them, nor was he currently in one. He was quite content. Auralies had practically strangled him in a hug after his last bout, and then flung him into a wall for scaring her so badly. He believed the hallway was still being repaired, actually. Affectionate little deamon she was when she wanted to be, he thought with a sudden smile. His eyes then blinked once and lowered.
They settled on his chosen 'partner' for this match. A young boy by the looks of it, in Raven's eyes anyway, and that was the label that instantly stuck in his mind. Boy. He let out another of those black sighs, though with the sight of his foe the whirring sound began to pick up a bit under his voice, along with the computer-like monotone echo. He shifted his stance a bit from the casual, laid back slouch of a bored man to a fluid, flexible one. His right hand drifted from the coat to rest close to Cruor's handle, and the wind blew once more to gently tap it's handle against his palm. His left remained in his pocket, however. A kid. This was just perfect. Raven had not seen or met any fighter yet he could actually label as being old enough to drive without hesitation and thought. Or a DNA test of some sort. Raven's right eye suddenly whirred and the pupil contracted into a pinpoint dot, which now worked sort of like a scope to zoom in on the man. Sullen, thoughtful expression, lazy movement speed and posture, 'teenage angst' attire..Yep. He was going to enjoy putting this young punk in his place, preferably six feet under. His pupil shot back to full size so quickly it almost made Raven's stomach turn, if he were not so used to bionics by now. "Well, hello there young man. It's a pleasure to see you've finally arrived." he said suddenly, loud enough to cover the undertone of his voice. He sounded..Somehow, cheerful and bored at the same time. His hand still remained by Cruor's hilt the entire time, just itching to draw it, it seemed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 6:09 pm
The good doctor would not receive a response, or at least not immediately. Rather, Yusake stood there quite silently, as unusual as that might seem. His eyes and head were still lowered, as if he had not even heard Raven speak. The image of those dark eyes still appeared within his mind, the memory of what had happened. "Hmm...you're not the one I'm supposed to be up against, but..." he said with a low, somewhat dry tone. "...I guess things don't always come along like we think they will..." when he finished, the slightest of smirks appeared on his face. Though, it wasn't much of an expression, almost an instinctive gesture to fit the moment. Though it didn't hold the feeling or emotion one might take from it, like a blank canvas. He stood very still for several seconds more, allowing the images and thoughts to pass through his mind, as well as the words of that other man. Yusake remembered them quite well, and yet, when he thought of that event, the man's lips moved silently. "It doesn't make sense..." his right eye twitched slightly. Steadily, both his eyes lifted up to see the man before him. Though he didn't look it, Yusake could just...just tell the man was much older. The way he appeared, the way he acted, not to mention the feeling he took from Raven. It reminded him all too much of Solumone, and he knew full well Solumone was much older then he appeared. His mind went to the last match again, and how it had ended for him. "...damn it..." he couldn't help but think about the girl he injured. He couldn't understand why it was his thoughts continued to go back to this moment, one of many things he continued to question himself about. "...is this what it means to be stronger, Kujiro? To hurt whoever the hell you want without anyone stoppin' ya..." he grit his teeth a little, out of anger. "...is that the kind of man I have to be just to protect others?" he sighed, closing his eyes again solumnly. "...have I screwed things up? Have I been wasting my life...?" he lifted his head up slowly, opening his eyes once again. The dry, slight smirk appeared on his face, both his eyes meeting with Raven's. "Well?" he raised his sword up, laying it back over the metal shoulder of his right arm. "Ya gonna start this or what old man? Don't tell me ya need a cane or somethin' to keep up with me. Or..." his grin widened. "...ya want me to wait for someone to bring by one of 'em electric scooter things for ya? I got all day, after all." oh yes, he sure as hell was like Solumone, but not as nice. No, this geezer was more one of those grumpy types, Yusake figured. [And since I forgot to last post, Yusake's sword.] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v241/Ceron/YusakeSword3.jpg
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 11:19 pm
Dr. Raven patiently waited Yusake's response and movement, his pose quite calm and relaxed. His eyes were devoid of anything, and his pose remained as it had been. A calm, ready swordsman's stance that reflected his mindset. He chuckled as Yusake spoke, his expression shifting to a quick flash of amusement, as Raven considered how to best infuriate this young man. He reminded Raven of..Himself, actually. A long time ago, in fact. Perhaps over sixty years ago Raven would have been able to compare this young man to himself..Nah. Raven never dressed quite that stupidly. He shifted a bit, to clasp his hand to the katana and said, softly "Well, they apparently decided you would be able to better handle an old, frail man. I suppose they figured I might actually give you a chance to fight back where as your other partner would have planted you on your face too quickly. Not that I have no intentions of doing just that. I'd like to practice for the final round after all, and I can't do it wasting my time with you in this arena now can I?" as he idly lifted his free hand and adjusted his glove on his cybernetic arm, making sure it was tight suiting for his purpose it seemed. He approached all matter of self inspection with a clinical eye and a rational thought pattern, the kind of man he was. Anyone else was hardly above notice, but his own self was practically worthy of inspection with a microscope to make sure things were working properly. He shrugged quietly and resumed his previous stance and looked towards Yusake once more. If he noticed the crowd above and around, he didn't say a word about it. He had much better things to do then waste time with the crowd around him.
His wait didn't last long. Yusake appeared to be occupied for a moment by some inner conflict of unimaginable importance, given by the fact his face was a mess of thought, and then he lifted his head to meet Ravens. The boy had interesting eyes. Despite his laid back appearance, those eyes felt ready to him. He smirked softly at the boy as he spoke, his eyes suddenly coming alive inside his head. Apparently all it took was the word 'Old' to get Raven annoyed, but the litany of comments about Raven's age seemed to be not affecting him at all. Nor was the arrogant tone, the superior smirk or..Well..Really, anything. No, it rather seemed Raven had seen that his foe was ready and decided to fire himself up, probably not even hearing Yusake's words. "Mm..No. No. I left my cane and scooter at your exit for the Arena. I thought after you crawl your battered and broken body towards it, you could take them and do quite well for yourself. Perhaps you can develop a new combat style that defeats your enemies with harsh language?" he said suddenly, and then in a quick motion had drawn Cruor and held it downward, almost exactly like a cane, and pressed it into the ground gently, his eyes never leaving Yusakes. They spoke clearly. The talk did nothing for Raven's urge to spill blood, and Yusake would soon find that.
Before the grass had even settled from Cruors placement on it, Raven put one foot behind himself and pushed forward suddenly, rushing towards Yusake with a rather speedy blur of black and red, holding Cruor with his right hand and the left was holding onto his right wrist tightly as he moved. He reached Yusake quickly, or perhaps he merely thought he had, and spun that katana of his quickly into a normal position, all of this, even the rush, taking little more then seconds, and he attempted to shove it towards Yusake's shoulder. He gave Yusake a grin of..Well, a madman on fire and on his last breaths. Raven always seemed to be thinking he was going to die the next second, and this seemed to give him a certain look of reckless abandon when in combat. Really, a strange man indeed, consider a certain white haired little girl was probably watching from the Audience Chambers now and wringing her hands furiously. Meanwhile, his left hand came up and attempted to slam into Yusake's chest in a fist. One must note that Raven's unfleshed fist were probably just as painful as the sword, due to the fact it was all metal, no cushioning now by flesh or glove. Follow that with Raven leaping back from his hits, or lack there of, and skidding to a stop amongst flying grass. He still looked insane, and even madder now considering the fight had officially begun. No taunts, no little quips. Blood, blades and cheer.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 12:35 pm
While Raven retorted, Yusake tilted his head slightly...as if the insult had just brushed past him. He lowered his sword, still containing the light, emotionless smirk he had before. "Hmm...funny..." his voice was quite low now, not loud as it normally was. Though, the doubts that surfaced a moment before seemed to pass from his mind, as did Kujiro's words. Now, now was the fight which was at hand. Yusake's brief words were cut off about the moment he paused. This was the moment of Raven's charge occurred, though the man's speed didn't seem to faze Yusake in the least. In fact, he seemed unusually relaxed in this battle. Why was it unusual? Because Yusake just wasn't a normally relaxed, laid back, or calm man in any situation. In fact, even his motion against the rushed attack by Raven was something a bit different for Yusake's normal approach. He began to move forward while moving sideways at the same time. In doing this, Raven's sword didn't come into contact with his left shoulder, as he was moving toward Raven's sword arm. Instead, the sword pushed against the metal of Yusake's right arm shoulder, and as he continued to move against it, would either be pushed back or slide off of his arm.
At the same time, Yusake thrust his sword straight at Raven's stomach. He was attempting to use the good doctor's own rush and most likely his loss of balance from the failed attack, as a chance to impale him. And, by moving to Raven's right side, he avoided the thrust of the doctor's left hand. Regardless of whether or not the thrust hit, Yusake would finish his statement as he passed Raven's ear. "...but the way I hear it...you ran from Dante last time..." referring, of course, to Raven's first encounter with Dante. No doubt Solumone told Yusake about it, but then again, had Solumone told Raven about Yusake? In any case, should Yusake successfully strike Raven, he would have pushed his sword all the way in, up to the hand guard almost. But he wouldn't finish there, no, for after doing that he would run behind the most likely weakened man and grab the end of the sword just below the spade. With all of his might, he would swing the sword AND Raven with it counter-clockwise once. At the end of the spin he would swing downward to send Raven slamming into the ground on his side with enough force to create a pretty good indent. Afterwards, he would simply keep hold of the sword's blade with his metal hand, unaffected by the metal of the blade. However, is Raven managed to move quickly enough to avoid this, then Yusake would simply continue to dash with sword in hand and distance himself from Raven.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 2:35 am
((Kurai, Ceron, I'm sorry but due to personal issues I can't continue this match. I'm having some real life problems that are going to take a long time to sort out and it's affecting my posting ability, and I can't ask for an extension because I have no idea when this will be all settled. I forfeit the match to Ceron, which is probably how it would have gone anyway. I really, really apologize.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:04 pm
3rd Round of Ria High's 4th Star Test!
In Ria Arena 1: Spirit Blade we will have Yusake Go up against Dr. Raven!
Dr. Raven Forfiets. Yusake wins!
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MintGekkou generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
4!
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:53 pm
Classic
Grasslands
Jungle
Factory (Fire):
The Frozen Tundra(ice):
Lost Desert:
Cave of Ruks:
Sea of Hope:
Abyss:
Alchemist Paradise (Junkyard):
Pearly Gates:
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:56 pm
Final Round of Ria High's 4th Star Test!
In Ria Arena 1: Spirit Blade we will have Joy Go up against Yusake The setting is set to Factory!
Factory (Fire): The factory is a complete Steel areana with firey machines that constantly hiss and give off some flames from the top. In the center there is a huge furnace type machinery that is quite dangerous to be around O_o;; . this makes it so that battles aren't only limited to the ground. People can leap onto steel platforms and take their battles airborned ^^
This Fight will begin April 19th
The Fights Due date will be April 26th
I suggest you PM your opponent to tell them of this and of course to plan out a nice battle ^^;;
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 5:05 pm
Joy swung her little slender legs,she had wacky looking shoes and it seemed like they had little black wings on them. High rainbow stripped socks, red goggles set over her lime green eyes. A big belt that contained many different containers,holding god knows what, and three small daggers. Humming a little tune under her breath,Joy tapped at the air, suddenly a small digitail screen appeared,and soon she was surronded by them,as they floated a bit side by side,Joy tapped on the little screens, her goggles lenses reflecting the light so it hid the devilish sparkle in her eyes.
Joy had made it this far,and she was very determiend to win. For Ella of course, she always did everything for Ella. But rigth now she was adjusting all the fire machines and eveyrhting else in the arena,they were shut off since the fight hasn't started,but it was extremely hot even still,like one gaint suana room. Beads of sweat rolled down Joys arm and face. She was wearing tight black spandex pants,that stopped above her knees,and a ligth white tank top((Ed XD)). As well as the normal black gloves with metal band on the knuckels,the upside down cross carved into it.
As she kept on tapping at the small little floating computer screens, some of the people who were wathcing the fight,through a strong barrier set up for the audiences safty,migth be wondering how she was getting acess ot all fo this. It was because Joy had created almost the whole computer system for the arenas and had updated it when the torunament first started. Ria High school commitee had decided why pay for a technicain to do it,while they had Joy who would gladly do it in trade for alot of mangos?
The hyper neko girl looked down,she was sitting at the very peak of the fire machines,having hopped and skipped and ran along the sharp edges,over gaint slabs of metal, if missing the next landing, she would of fallen to her painful death.
Joy smiled softly to herself,as her feet banged against the wall she was sitting on the edge of. Singing what most peopel took as Joys starting song. As her childish voice rose higher and higher,taller then all these ragged buildings of rust and steel. Joy didn't have a very beauitful voice,but still it was sweet,cute,and charming in a sense. Almsot half of the audience sang along to the hcilly tunes.
"Where are you Where are you My sweet mocking bird
Come sing me a song,that I've forgotton I heard
the sands is running out,theres no more time.
Come out to play before we die...
Wandering Wandering under this clear sky.
I keep on trying to figure out..why o why..
forget the key,this broken leash.
Tighter and tighter its grip of me
My wings are tattered no way to be free..
come unchain me from fates grasp,help me escape...
but where do you run,when you fleeing your own face?"
The cage door won't open
the bars can't be broken
the walls are closing in,harder to breathe
Keep on crawling like that,your burned belly to the floor
Taste your tears,please don't stop crying
Fear is hard,just like me
Don't be afraid my wittle birdy
Death will come soon,
so sleep well my dear.
I'll sing you a song
that you can't hear
for you my darling
I'll be your ears. "
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 8:27 am
It's been 2 days. If Yusake does not post by midnight tonight (EST), Joy will have won the match by OT rules.
Joy Edit: :: does the happy dance::
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 9:03 pm
Final Round of Ria High's 4th Star Test!
In Ria Arena 1: Spirit Blade we will have Joy Go up against Yusake The setting is set to Factory!
Yusake is Disqualified for Overtime!
Joy Has won the Star Tournament!!!
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