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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 2:30 pm
Trei_Shouri The creature only looks at Jans, across the field of spikey things. If Jans looks closely, he'd probably note that the layer of blood atop the being's body has suddenly gotten pretty damn shiny... However, the creature gives the cat no time to put on his thinking cap, as it charges forward in it's usual berserk manner, the Talons on both hands growing slightly longer as it nears its target...
Meanwhile
Ever seen Dreamcatcher? Remember Jonesy's mental vault? Well, our hero is in something pretty similar right about now; Only unlike Jonesy, he's stuck in complete darkness, capable of seeing out of his eyes like windows from behind the dark psyche. As I've previously stated, to attempt to seize control right now is Suicide... So, then, he steps back, trying to regain some sense of what the hell is happening.
As he does, his "eyes" alight on something else; in the darkness, a thin stream of light, parallel to that which you would get from beneath a door. It doesn't seem to belong to the Thing... hell, he doubts if the Thing even knows it exists. So, like a moth to the flame, the young man strives for that thin stream of light, not knowing if, once he gets it, it will even be useful...
[Tier Break in: 2] The floating mines explode of course, concusive blasts rip through the arena just as the spikes on the mine's surface and the ball bearings packed into them would rip into the arena. And anything else in the area of course. The bobcat simply smiles to himself, noting the location of his the swords he had made. They looked so lonely there... so with a wave he sents them to their master. Without any sense of them being there before or not, Trei would notice the weight of the swords in their sheaths even in his mental vault. Almost as if he could take hold of them in that place as easily as he could in the real world.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:08 pm
The blasts hit and reflect off the now plate-like surface of the bloody shell, some shrapnel bursting through the creature's gooey insides while other bits careen wildly around the arena. Let it be noted, however, the creature only brushes past a couple of mines, its body lowering drastically as it pumps forward across the stoney floor; and since it has taken the shortest route, it is in Jans' face in a matter of seconds. Once again, it is a flurry of slashes; the right, then the left, then the right again, each one maintaining forward motion to chase the cat even should he run away...
Trei, unfortunately, is oblivious to everything except the introduction of the mental blades... And even those he doesn't take the time to contemplate. His "mind," or at least, the portion of his mind that is stuck in the strange "vault," is completely focused on that small crack of iridescent light. Now, it's almost like a pull, a subconscious need for the light. He digs his "fingers" into the crack, trying to pull it apart, trying desperately to see what it is that pierces the bloody darkness...
[Tier Break in: 1]
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 10:28 am
The bobcat of course, was long long gone, though his smile remained.
"Honestly now, most we continue this all day long? What are you hiding dear boy..."
All the mines that the beast had tripped recreated themselves, and all of them began moving in random patterns.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:14 pm
Inside the inky darkness, the mental ghost of Trei draws one of his phantasmic blades, raising it high above his head before slamming it down, into the crack of light. With all of his will, he rends the crack in two, with one fell swoop opening the door to his very own Pandora's Box...
The light that fills the "vault" is a strange thing, as brutal as it is merciful, as hateful as it is forgiving. The shadows of the boy's mind are illuminated in this instant; every hateful truth is revealed, each hopeful lie shattered. In the light, the boy finds himself staring into the eyes of the creature; the eyes that are mirrors of his own, only ablaze with unchecked fury. Memories long repressed surge forward, an unstoppable force that demands that Trei accept the truths.
His family died.
His guardian died.
Even he had died.
Imagine the shock of finding out that you aren't really you, that you are merely a shade of a person who had existed in the past. In his mind, the young man reels...
Not just inside, though; outside, the blood elemental has stopped in its tracks. With a gurgling cry of fear and pain, it claws at its own head, the talons scraping ineffectively at the armor that it had fashioned... Just like they had on the Shell, spiderweb fractures appear all across the bloody armor... only this time no blood oozes from the cracks. Rather, faint beams of auroral light begin to shine out from all over the dark armour.
And then, without the warning of sound or heat, the armour explodes outward, the super-hardened blood forming its own shrapnel that is just as deadly as any spikes. In the centre of the maelstrom is Trei, normal in body, though his mind still reels with the chaos of the truths hat have forced themselves upon it. Surrounded by a sworling irridescence, the young man stares up at the Bobcat, blades in hand.
"Sorry for that... didn't realize there were that many skeletons in my closet, ya?" The young man looks around, his weary expression turning into a frown at the arena... the mines, his blo- his "body" all over the floor. Lowering himself into a squat, he focuses, calling all the splattered blood back to himself... "I hope you don't intend to keep up with the boom-balls now that I'm back..."
[Tier Break: Successful.] [Tier up x5] [Magick lv. Up] [Equipment/ability updates]
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:11 pm
"My my what a wonder day to die. Indeed I do not, but somehow I doubt that it is because of your own lot. What I plan, you not so simple man, is to make you think."
He teleports, and returns to the same spot a moment later holding a dagger wetted in what looks suspiciously like blood.
"What do you think would happen to you, now that I've stabbed a hooker with AIDs with this blade?"
=P
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:17 pm
The young man's frown deepens, and he resumes a standing position as threads of blood worm their way back into his bloodstream through his fingernails, giving him the appearance of a marionette broken free of its master...
"Feh... like I have a clue. I just now found out that I'm not even "me," y'know?" The young man rolls his neck, but there is no faint pop of bone to follow... it just happens. Kinda creepy, really. "Judging by the fact that that... thing... was taking hit after hit, I doubt that I have anything resembling vital organs or nerves. So, then, would it really do anything at all?"
After a brief silence, the young man shifts, assuming the same boxer-like sword stance he had in the beginning of the match... left foot forward, right foot back, left hand held down by the waist, right hand held up near the chest, its blade resting across the young "man's" shoulder.
"F*cked as all this is, dun' expect things to change. You've promised me a toy if I beat you... and I intend to collect." Again, the young man's eye flashes with that iridescent sheen; later, he will have to deal with the darkness. For now, though, he has control again, and he feels the light pulsing through his body. Now is the time to play the game.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 7:15 pm
The bobcat blinks, then throws his head back and laughs.
"Not even a blink! That is truly rich! Oh Trei, how much fun you will have!"
He flicks the dagger back and forth, coating his reappeared short spear with the blood.
"I didn't actually stab a hooker, that would be mean. This is actually a bio-weapon being developed on one of the more friendly Earths. Very similar to your own HIV, but more... how does one say active?"
He grins and advances on Trei slowly, stalking him.
"Riddle me this dear boy, what will you do when your opponent is infinitely faster and more manueverable than you are... and also has weapons that will devour you from the inside out near instantly? What to do... what to do..."
He teleports, the grin staying for a moment before he appears directly in front of Trei.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:57 pm
To Jans' speech; nothing. Trei merely watches and waits, allowing the man to speak without worry or, really, any other emotion. No agreeing on the meanness of hooker-stabbing, no witty retort, nothing. He just watches, biding his time, allowing his eyes to roam over his "friend's" figure. As he does, his eye alight on something unusual about the cat's feet...
The cat finishes, and resumes the attack; only this time, something is drastically different. Even as the smile fades away, a combination of the Dark Psyche's brutal instincts flare in the back of the young man's mind, and his left hand arcs up in a brutal slash even as the cat reforms in front of him.
Heh... I get it now...
Yes, folks, that's right; earlier on, when the strands of blood had attached themselves to Jans' feet, a part of Trei had become attached to his enemy. So what, you say? By maintaining a link between its conciousness and these bloody threads, the Dark Psyche had created a kind of tracer round from its own blood. Even now, though the persona that had created it has been usurped from its place of dominance over Trei's body, the tracer remains, a type of mini-sonar in the back of Trei's mind...
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:31 am
"Oops! How careless is this? Truly a mistake of truly magnificent oversight if truly it were not but a chance, yes... Crafty you are mmm?"
Then he teleports again, leaving the blood behind. A second pop, followed by two more, as the bobcat cleans himself completely. In fact, as he reappears for the final time he even has a hind leg stretched out prime for licking. But blinks sheepishly and floats back to the ground.
"But all kidding aside, that was rather dirty and underhanded of you... literally! HAH! No, really, no more messing up the fur."
He leans back and makes a huge swing at the air with his short spear, porting when the blade was through 45 degrees of its arc. He would reappear with the blade still at the point and at that swing, but directly next to Trei's skin. He'd make the barest of contacts, about 5 degrees worth, then ports again to continue the attack from another angle. Wash, rinse, repeat, altogether making 27 attacks on his opponent in a hair span of time.
((Abusing Teleportation 203, section 1 =3))
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 10:42 pm
Ignoring the fact that my opponent said nothing regarding the original slash, let us continue.
As soon as the Feline 'ports away, Trei begins circulating possible attacks/outcomes in his mind. Obviously, he can't teleport or warp himself, and he has no clue how much energy he or his opponent has available. Also, the offensive use of either the Dark Psyche's power or his own has been severely restricted, so he's gonna have to get creative.
So, as the cat man poofs around and around, cleaning himself by leaving Trei's blood behind, Trei considers his options. So far, all attempts at a melee confrontation have been met by 'porting away, and the boy still has no definitive clue as to just how far his abilities stretch. So far, he's just seen that he can make his blood really, really hard....
Wait a second...
If he can make his blood that hard, it means that he has control of his blood all the way to a cellular/molecular level. So, if he can harden it (which means to structure it into a crystal lattice and densify it), then why can't he do the exact opposite? Then again, it's highly unlikely that a cloud of vaporous blood would stop his opponent... Unless there was more to it.
The cat has reappeared for the last time, apparently in the act of licking his leg. Trei has to think fast, or he's going to be finding out exactly what a biological weapon would do to him. In his mind, a movie reel plays; every step of their fight so far plays again through his mind. Something, something... even as the cat makes its little joke, his mind whorls.
Then he finds it. At one point, when the Dark Psyche had drawn in close enough, it had been met with an aura of electricity... a memory which has literally been burned into some of his blood cells. So, perhaps...
No more time for thought now... the Cat man vanishes again, obviously intent on resuming the attack.
Not yet... I need more time! Even as the cat man reappears, Trei has crossed his arms in front of his body, calling a sphere of iridescent light into being around himself. As the Cheschire's blade meets with the shield of light, Trei's mind continues to turn...
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 2:10 pm
The bobcat does poof once again, but reappears a safe distance away from Trei.
"Ahhh, and he sees... That's enough for now dear boy, I wouldn't want to keep you any longer and you've proven yourself quite apt."
He grins, and fades away.
"Off you go now."
His disembodied mouth would follow Trei on his way to his fight.
((I'll post you the relevant information in a PM))
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 2:50 am
Although Snow would hate this a lot, even as a fighter himself....just not equipping armor is killing him. Seriously. With his initial gear composed of nothing but cloth, silk and some basic leather armor, these just weren't strong enough to withstand the mighty blows that many opponents had dealt onto Snow's body.
Some were close or damn fatal, and Snow begrudgingly accepted the healing, even if it was shameful to his pride. Now with some major changes in his appearance, he made his way to the Arena one late night, the old cloak of his still covering his eyes and head from expression.
Now. If there is only someone to fight against, he might be able to test out the defense of his armor...
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:45 pm
The Harbinger pounded into the arena again- he didn't really get what he wanted last time. Seeing a cloaked man in the arena, the Harbinger immediately chose him as a target, regardless of whatever skills this man might have. It was a random choice, the Harbinger didn't really care who he fought at this point.
He pulled the sword and shield off his back as usual and levelled the sword at the man.
Silence, though.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 9:30 am
The old ways is losing its status to the modern world of today. As advances in technology now achieves epidemic proportions that excels way beyond the just of the past, there was really no choice but to adapt to the shift in today's culture. Snow had learned much of the old ways in his own life, relatively taking the art of Bushido to its highest form of discipline. There is no perfection in reality, but it is the duty of the warrior, or, the enlightenment to at least achieve close to perfection in their tasks and duties...
Snow gave a glance at the man which referred to make a loud entrance here in this recently empty arena. Pulling his hood back, modernized armor that was hidden behind those cloth were now shown to light, covering his neck and the chest down. The rest of the cloak hid the armor well, but just that small glimpse for the opponent is enough to foretell it's not some normal armor -- more like exoskeletal armor, considering how it's more refined to fit the body itself rather than the usual design of bulkiness - compared to knights of the past, nor to the armors of the east.
Recent technology has made this exoskeletal armor strong enough to withstand extreme blows for a lengthened duration of time, and with its quick compactability, the armor is relatively easy to shed or equip depending on the situation. Interwoven with nano-fibers and carbon-made alloy, it's surprising lightweight material allows increase to the user's mobility and maneuverability while also maintaining a well balanced defense in the process. Counting out the painstaking process of finding the right materials and obtaining such armor through a grueling duration of time and finance, it's a well deserved upgrade to his initial - classic - leather armor.
Which almost killed him many times already in his fights.
Both of his katanas has been upgraded too with the fiber woven compound, increasing its flexibility and lifespan by triple its initial value. Also keen enough to increase the lethal edge, the sharpness is enough to cut through anything hard with ease, although not enough to cut through his own armor.
But he's not complaining.
Snow finally turned around, facing the man this time, unsheathing his updated weapon and a gauntlet - his favorite defense bracer that kept him out of trouble during the fights - covering both his left and right arm to the palm, while the top part covers a few centimeters beyond his knuckle range. Even though it's outdated, it doesn't mean it's not effective...
He eyed the new opponent for a while. If the fighter is more used to a classical fight, he would shed off his new armor and just use the old leather armor he has in his bag near the arena's side booth. Depending if the fighter uses magic for his fights, then that would be a problem. Although it doesn't mean that Snow doesn't know how to use magic...
But he usually would use it only if the opponent strikes first with it.
As for what the opponent is armed with...
Snow leveled his own weapon at the man's throat, accepting the challenge.
His other katana lay sheathed near his left hip, as Snow is currently using his left side to hold the weapon steady in offer.
The moment begins.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 12:00 pm
The Harbinger pulled the sword back into a more defensive position, the blade horizontally across the front of the shield with his right elbow up and out- he was prepped for a horizontal strike as well as a bit more defense, even with his armor. The Harbinger slowly began his approach to the man, giving him plenty of time to regret his choice. His opponent would feel the earth beneath him shake with the vibrations of a small earthquake with each step of the approaching monolith.
((Note: The armor of the Harbinger is composed of a material not native to Earth and makes it extremely difficult to even pierce or scratch. That's why I advise against sticking only to melee. I realize the armor is rather....vague....but, I will need to research some stronger materials before, and if, I do change it.))
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