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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:12 pm
tina138 sweatdrop I WISH! Yukito Kishiro did. He's the illustrator/author of "Battle Angel Alita" and "Battle Angel Alita: Last Order" I don't remember if I mentioned it, but, I got alot of ideas for Tina and Elle's combat from that manga. Also, the names of some attacks and stuff are names of things from stuff.... sweatdrop get it? Oh, I remember you mentioning it! I've only opened a volume of Battle Angel Alita once before, and my memory must be foggy because it looked more like your tektek concept of Tina then what I remembered from the manga, which is why I asked! Comparing your description to the diagram I can see where you drew inspiration, but still made it your own with the plasma orbs. Inspiration = Good. Plagerism = Bad. Words to live by.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:36 pm
Let's have some fun! This beat is sick!
I agree with Ace. I "borrow" ideas all the time, but I always adjust them to make them my own.
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:49 pm
It could have been seconds, minutes, days, even years, Ace had no way of telling which. The inside of the wormhole had broken down her physical form beyond recognition, reducing her to the mere fragments of consciousness that some may have considered a soul, but to her were only echoes of the last electromagnetic frequencies to be processed by her brain.
She could not hear, see, speak, smell or feel. She could only be. And she was.
Waiting, there was no such thing. Time was an illusion, distorted beyond recognition in this space. One second was forever and forever was a second, in which Ace couldn’t only be.
But was this being? She had to wonder. With no physical form, what was defining her, other then the thoughts and mind only she perceived, and nothing else? Could she ever return to a physical state of being, or any state of being at all?
Such Ace pondered among a myriad of other things. When one was outside of time, one could ponder many things. At first, she constantly reminded herself of the task at hand: to grab the canister and reverse the magic-depletion process and save Laura. Then came the doubt: would she ever make it out? The fact remained that this new portable version of the Quantum Tunnel Generator (QTD) was untested. And so then Ace ran through the equations, checking them over and over. And by the 100th repetition of this, she realized she had forgotten why. What was her sense of urgency? Why had she used the machine untested?
Such was left unanswered, and Ace moved on to ponder other things ranging in obscurity from trying to remember what weapons she had in her possession upon jumping into the tunnel to naming every type of tea she had ever tried in alphabetical order.
Somewhere in the middle of the “R’s”, without warning, Ace founded herself being thrust back into the world of physical being. In a matter of nanoseconds, her scattered atomic structure reassembled back to their original structure and instantly resumed function as if they had never stopped.
Nerves reawakened upon her knee’s contact with the ground. It was only a inch or two’s decent, but the mere feeling, not pain, but feeling was enough to make light explode behind her eye.
Sound. The sound. Like the roar of a waterfall amplified into the hundreds, mixed with voices and explosions and crackling flames, it assaulted Ace like no other sense. It was the weight that drove her under while the smell, sight, taste and touch crashed down on her in unrelenting waves.
Pain. Her head was splitting in two! Her chest was twisted into an incomprehensible knot. She was dying, drowning.
Breathe!!!
The one solid idea that managed to break through the barrier of senses, took hold and Ace inhaled. Muscles contracted, lungs swelled. She choked.
Breathe, dammmit! Breathe!
Inhale. This time she held it in, despite the horrible awareness of every fiber in her body that was moving.
Exhale.
She was alive. Existing. Breathing.
Ace lay, collapsed on the ground, acutely aware, and yet ignorant of everything around her. Breathing. Living. The idea was a marvel to her.
Behold. 1 page and then a sentence or so more on word. This is all I could salvage, and more of what I had earlier.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:53 pm
Let's have some fun! This beat is sick!
That's amazing, Ace! I like when you add a philosophical touch to your writing. whee
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:58 pm
whee Thank you! I try! Unfortunately philosophical musings mean Laura's slavation is on hold until Ace regains her sanity.
Or someone else notices the dying woman in a tank.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 9:33 pm
Let's have some fun! This beat is sick!
Well isnt Daemon standing between everyone and the magic battery that will restore Laura's magic?
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 11:00 pm
=/ Yea....I think.
Ace, OMG that post is epic. O_O
and Tina, i love your pic describing the attack, it's so fluid and such a great display of intense, physics defying strength.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:00 am
OMG AWESOME POST ACE.
Emmmashatra screamed as the orbs landed.
She took some of the hit, then tried to dodge the rest, and mostly sucseeded, getting hit by only one boulder.
How does this human thing work?!
Okay, that's IT! said Ashataremma.
Moj pas~smrdi na kupys! she yowled out, sending waves of fire at the incoming girls.
I just said 'My dog~stinks like cabbage! (kupus=cabbage)' XD
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 1:20 pm
To All: ^w^ Awwww! You guys all make me have warm fuzzies inside! It's nice to hear some of my writing gets a good review after getting a C- on an English assignment...
To Special: Daemon having a sudden change of heart and growing a sense of morality? Pfffffft, It's highly unlikely, but I'll see what I can do.
To Emmma: rofl Google Translate says that "My passport to kupys stinks!" in Slovak? I'll take your word for it though. Now who should I say this to?
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 1:30 pm
heart That's awesome Ace! I love the format!
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 6:20 pm
@ Raine: Really? By format do you mean like sentence structure, my voice? Be specific! I like critiques too!
@All: I need a motive for Daemon to save Laura... gonk This is my first experiance with writers block on his side of the coin. Usually it's Ace. (Ironic.)
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:33 pm
would he really leave a project undone or failed? He seems like he doesn't take failure easily.
Dalia made another move as she saw her back was turned. With a ripping sound in the air, another jolt of blue lightning swung towards the mist being.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 11:47 pm
Let's have some fun! This beat is sick!
Ariadelle has a point. I like that reason for Daemon helping Laura. Of course he needs to deal with the Mist Emmma first.
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 12:43 am
@Ace: rofl it does? I'm Serbian (ex-Yugoslavien) so I dunno XDDD
Except that it's kupus.
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