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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:16 am
Somewhere off in the forest near a little infamous haven for vampires.A shaggy stark haired man hopped out of bed.As soon as his feet hit the ground he was thudded to the floor by a large wolf.A grin and he charged off hopping into his boots.Strait to the closet where he removed a large suitcased sized wooden show box. When opened the red velvit became apparent.Two extremly large pistols.Black and silver.Ebony and Ivory.Both were twirled in characterstic fashion befor slipped into holder.Next his large shamshir was slung over shoulder.About 4 feet all together and with a diamond hilt it was quite a weapon.He lit up a ciggarette and chuckled exploding into a clowd of red smoke. The arena could have had people there.The 6'9 man stood without much a care.Both hands in pants pockets and his sword balanced on shoulder he stood in the sand waiting for his opponent.On schedule hopefully.Another chuckle and he muttered to himself. "Wheres the party..." 
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 10:45 am
The target destination was given, and as the man was the only one within the area, he'd feel the effects most strongly. Small animals outside the coliseum would pop in small showers of blood while those inside would feel a pressure and swelling, blood ringing in their ears before it passed. For Dante, however, there was a clear and present danger. As he was larger than Craven he wouldn't pop outright, but that same pressure would fill his body, as if so much extra blood was filling his body. His nose would begin to bleed inceasantly while blood seemed to seep from his very pores. Should he try to contain this effect Craven would simply explode from the man's chest in a very bloody and painful exit.
Once outside the body, through either a bloody explosion or by flowing out from every pore and orifice on his body, Craven would pool on the floor, two eyes forming in te pool of blood to blink up at Dante. The sand would be drawn up into the blood as a ghastly voice lifted from the expanding pool of blood, "Do you....have a permit for those weapons?"
((He's an insane ex-cop. XD))
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:55 pm
Tacitus The target destination was given, and as the man was the only one within the area, he'd feel the effects most strongly. Small animals outside the coliseum would pop in small showers of blood while those inside would feel a pressure and swelling, blood ringing in their ears before it passed. For Dante, however, there was a clear and present danger. As he was larger than Craven he wouldn't pop outright, but that same pressure would fill his body, as if so much extra blood was filling his body. His nose would begin to bleed inceasantly while blood seemed to seep from his very pores. Should he try to contain this effect Craven would simply explode from the man's chest in a very bloody and painful exit. Once outside the body, through either a bloody explosion or by flowing out from every pore and orifice on his body, Craven would pool on the floor, two eyes forming in te pool of blood to blink up at Dante. The sand would be drawn up into the blood as a ghastly voice lifted from the expanding pool of blood, "Do you....have a permit for those weapons?" ((He's an insane ex-cop. XD)) ((eep. well this is Dante the storm.=D.So this is gona be fun.)) A few flinches but Dante knew way better then all that mess.He would let it all bleed out.and As soon as he heard the voice he would snigger a little.a small twist of his body and a hand slammed down on the hilt of his shamshir.The affect being his blade flipping in a downward motion to land in the sand churing air and corsing purple sparks When it connected the diamond hilt glowed from the color of the lightnening.It also send a rush of winds whipping in a outward sphere with velocitys of about 90 miles per hours.Inspection of the general area would say that there were now deadly wind currents flipping and twisting around in random directions.That was of course accompanied by the entirety of the rings sad that was flying through those same currents like snakes of rock "Maybe..." They would both find themselves standing on the cement below the sand.That is if his opponent wasnt still in the form of blood.In that case hed find himself floating through the air maybe still mingling with the same.Dantes arms and legs were now corsing that same purple as if he was being super charged.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:20 pm
((Didn't have to quote it, I'm the last that posted. XDDD))
Even after he had left the man's body he would have a nosebleed for twenty four hours regardless of attempts to stop it. This was not his blood, but a residual effect based on the blood that Craven dragged with him from the small animals that popped. He seemed to grip the ground, seeping into the small cracks that most wouldn't even see. He continued to expand, a cloud rising from his fluid form and being lost to the winds, but oddly keeping close by as if drawn back almost magnetically. His voice echoed in the winds, "Show me your permit for carrying such weaponry..." The strange nature of the blood seemed to give off a feeling that something was churning beneathe the surface.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:40 am
{XD.}
Colorless eyes didnt even squint through the dirvish of sand and air.He just smirked and allowed the speed of the large sphere to pick up.This was his opponent in front of him.The fight had started.....what the hell was with the nose bleed though.Dantes hand very much out of nowhere was now fully extended holding Ebony.
Contrare to what people may have beleived about this pistol.It was no longer a peice of machanics that fired man made rounds.It had been modified long since those days and was now a instrument of holy justice.As would be apparent as the large blast of red and black electricty shot from it.The entirety of it resembled a laser.Well.If a laser was on crack,as wide as a car and not being controlled very well as it hit the stands.The affect however was based around the idea that if you fry something on a molecular level it becomes useless.
It was aimed at the clowd of blood seeing as how Dante didnt like the smell to much.Shamshir still planted in the ground radiating the energy and powering the sphere that had enfulfed the arena by now.Any and all spectators if not propperly braced and weighted down, would find themseveles being whipped about in winds going at least 260 by this time.The sands were currently lethal to almost any pysical form.Well.Except for the one in the eye of the storm whos hair wasnt even moving.
His ciggarette cotinued burning.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:01 am
The cloud of blood was struck by the blast and...nothing seemed to happen. It seemed rather immune to electricity based attacks and the holy alignment did little to the chaotic neutral creature. The pool of blood only seemed to continue its growth, but the most amazing thing was simply the fact that the poor man wasn't moving. Where was the blood going to go if it had nowhere else to go safely? Back up Dante of course! Within the eye of the storm the gaseous blood began to rise up and, if he breathes any in, Craven's author needs to know. Unless he moved the blood would begin reaching up his boots and trailing up his body, small tendrils reaching up to latch on easier. Something about the blood itself...it just felt too...powerful, gave off a very strange aura.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:38 am
His voice faintly floated through the air.
"Sorry..."
Dante took a massive drag of his ciggarette befor oppening up all the pores of his body.While this was risky due to the fact that it would help his opponent.The blood threating to get into each one was now being engulfed by leaking drifting purple gas.He would notice all of the cells would be dissolving as if a corrosive was taking affect on the blood.This was actually a peice of the infamous onigami virus.While a very stupid and very Late azzy was known for all this.
He didnt have the perfect verson.Dante did.Dantes entire body was leaking gass now.half neuro toxin, and half gas form corrosive.With a huge smile, he grabbed his shamshir and broke the hold it had with the cement.This would unleash utter chaos.The barrier holding the wind inside there dome, from mixing with the currents of the outside wind would be gone.Thus sending the space of volitile wind a much bigger radius.Much faster as well.If he got that sword out, there would be wind currents of up to 605 tearing through the air.The sand had been drilled down into poweder by now.
Dante stood with his ciggarette and a huge smile, as all of the gass encasing his body shot out like a pulse.A wave.His chemicals were now mixing throughout the air and the entire radius of the arena.Being gas form, it merely had to touch there skin.At this point it looked as though everything in the entire area was finished.Maybe even including his opponent if not for sure his blood.The blood surely would be gone.
"This isnt a party..."
{Alot of that wouldnt happen if you stopped dante from getting his shamshir out of the ground.But otherwise youd still got the gass floating around in the wind currents, and the increase of the winds speed is still growing.}
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:28 pm
((Right, neurotoxins on something without a nervous system. Smart.))
There was one big problem with trying to kill or injure the blood on a cellular level, it simply wasn't going to happen. The blood itself multiplies about as fast as bacteria, if not faster, and is furthermore immune to most diseases and even lethal to most humans if allowed to flow freely in their bloodstream because it already contains most natural and manmade diseases and toxins. Dante would indeed have quite a problem, as now Craven was flowing back into his body, and was now doing so freely and not with the intent of escaping. Portions of his blood would clot within Dante's bloodstream and, in moments he'd either begin having cerebral hemorhaging or a delightful heart attack. Furthmore, the main host of his blood seemed to be advancing both within and outside his lower legs, tearing up everything in its path by wedging between cells and picking them off one by one to carry out of his body, eating him alive. The fact that the man was now contracting every bloodbourne illness and disease, STDs included, was also fun. Flesh Eating Virus for the win?
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 4:45 pm
((The onigami virus is more complex then that.But it was worth a shot and you know it sexy.Also things are going to get messy.but keep in mind Dante is infact not human and this sort of thing is completely normal to him.))
Intense pain.Beautiful to no extent.But there was a great way to handle something that was trying to infect your lifeless body.Splurt.Dante sqautted down and allowed electricty to ripple throughout his entire form charing his skin black.Hitting synapses and nerves and organs and muscles and well.Everything.Then with a hearty push, he crapped out his insides.
There was now a very large pile of essence le Dante on the ground. Including most of the blood monster.Well.Hopefully.In either case, there was now just a shell of Dante standing there.Large dagger like claws splitting it so the snake man inside could grab the sword and tear it from the ground.There no longer was any barrier of safety.Both arms extended small flaps of dragon like scale under his arms allowing him the currents of air to whip him into the air.Currently with the mixture of outside influences and the power leashed.The winds would now be demolishing structures and tearing things into peices with speeds between 600 and 800.The storm would continue growing gaining geunine lightning strikes soon.
Even if Craven had brought in all those disseases, the fact would remain that Dante wasnt really much of anything considered alive enough to contract those sort of things.At best they would latch on, then die from onigami anti bodys or lack of anything to feed on.Infact.Dante was pretty much a full bread onigami at the moment.Infected to the fullest and a carrier of the virus.He wouldnt bleed.He wouldnt breath.he wouldnt even listen to his brain.His body would consome the cells of the virus to power the whole lot of them that filled his body, and he would pour his infection over the world
His opponent would hopefully be disspersed into all sort of random directions do to the fact that the air he seemed to use for footing was now far to volatile for anythign to plan or use tact in.The only thing about Dante that may have led someone to beleive he still had a weakness, was the patch of regular flesh on the bottom of his right wrist.A seal it appeared.It glowed as if with importance, and screamed to be his weakness.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 1:18 am
While it was true that a large deal of Craven's blood was expelled with the rest, he still coated the legs of Dante and mingled with the skin cells in the lower portions. The mass which had been expelled was consumed and inducted intop his greater bloodstream, the virus mixing with his being, altering and changing as he had his way with it like a cheap whore. Absorption. Adaptation. Obliteration. Flowing through the being of Craven, apparently unhindered by the fact the blood on the shell wasn't in contact with the blood on the ground was a changing form of this virus, one that was being engineered with each passing moment to decimate the shell from whence it came.
The cloud of blood was indeed being scattered, but it was mostly spreading at an exponential rate within the growing winds and...the winds suddenly seemed to die out. Lets hope that Dante wasn't actually being held up by those winds, that might hurt. Utilizing the bits and pieces taken from Dante he had converted the useless bits of mass into energy to aid the growing magical presense in his blood. With this magical energy he had created a sort of homeostasis effect within the atmosphere. Homeostasis is basically the effect where the body attempts to retain a normal status. 800mph winds are NOT normal, and thus the effect was forcing them to die down. As long as Craven's blood was in the air, the homeostasis would remain. He would like to thank Dante for spreading his blood so widely.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:09 pm
Dante would choke on his own chuckle and roll his eyes into the back of his head.
"Damn..."
"Uncle."
The mans body would shrivel up and die instantly as his spirit was no longer accompanying it.Ghost Dante would be standing looking at the blood creature.
"I do have a permit you know...."
That would be the end of the fight.Craven the winner clearly.
{XD}
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 11:34 pm
Slowly a body formed up and pulled out a pad and a pen, "You are to be charged with loitering, jaywalking, property damage, manslaughter, assaulting an officer, and having a broken tail light." He finished the ticket, tacked it to the nearby blade with a bit of gooey bloody stuff, and wandered off giggling like a madman.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 3:11 am
The ghost embodied himself phsyically with much strain and carried his two shell off to have himself put back in and repaired.God hated him for this.With good reason.Leaving a man like Dante with human capacity for life and such power wasnt a very easy task to keep track of.This wasnt the first time.
The ticket was shoved into what was left of his coat as he strolled out of the arena.
"Basterd a** pigs with your stupid bikes and your stup..."
his angry mumbling continued off into the distance.
{good stuff.Pm me if you ever wana set up another.}
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 7:45 am
Wanders in.
Looks around.
Wanders around.
Wanders out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:26 pm
Keeeerr-pooof!
And into the arena popped an old man dressed in a robe that looked like it had seen better days, an old hat that used to be pointy but was not slumped over, and decked out with a long white beard and gray hair. He carried a staff, and on his waist was a pouch.
"Who-what-where?! How did I get here?"
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