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BeautifullParanoiia Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:44 am
Well, Cayte and I were having an argument over which of these bishies would win in a fight to the death. And it got so ridiculous that I just said "Dude, let's do it." So here we are.
This is a deathmatch. That means no running away, no giving up, no tapping out. Just keep going until one of you dies. You can use any power at your disposal. You have one time call each. Upon calling time, I will put a hold on the fight for you to bandage your wounds, eat, sleep, talk with friends and family, what the hell ever. Once you use your time call, you can't get another one.
I think that's about it. Please remember to stay in character at all times. If you have an OOC message, please wrap it in parenthesis.
Now, post your specs! Once they're both up, I'll start the match!
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 10:12 pm
 Name : L Lawliet
A.O. : Death Note
Age : 25
Race : Human
Profession : A detective.
Strength : Quite strong. He was punched hard, square in the face and he stood there not phased at all.
Speed : Agility is fast. Won the junior cup of his college's tennis team.
Stealth : Very good. He is a professional detective.
Intelligence/Cunning : Genius. He has figured out over 1000 crime cases over the years.
Special Abilities : Great powers of deduction and insight, tries to confuse people with long explainations for simple things, has skills of figuring out things easily, and knows an ancient type of fighting style called capoeira.
Weaknesses : Sweets. Anything with sugar. Doesn't wear shoes.
Other : Always makes spekulations in percents. Sits in an odd manner. Has a deep, mono-tone voice. Handles things with a delicate manner. Does what he has to do to catch a culprit.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 10:26 pm
Alright, I declare this fight open.
On my mark...
Get set...
FIGHT!!!
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BeautifullParanoiia Captain
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BeautifullParanoiia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 10:56 pm
(For reference, I will be playing the referee. Here is a picture of what she looks like. Just imagine her in ref clothes.)
Killua looked around himself, hands in his pockets in the usual fashion, his face blank. To a normal person, he would only appear to be mildly confused. But to one who knows of such things, it was obvious he was absorbing everything about the area he was in. It was his old assassin's instincts kicking in again.
It appeared to be a small room made of crude stones put together like bricks. There was a ceiling, and four walls, providing just enough space for one fully-grown man to stand in comfortably. The floor was hard-packed dirt. Set into the wall behind him was a simple wooden door. Whereas in the wall in front of him, or should I say, replacing the wall in front of him, was a huge cast-iron set of double doors that took up the entire surface of what would have been a wall.
He already knew both of the doors were locked. A little Nen probing had told him that.
Looking to his left, he was just starting to think of how thick the wall might be (the better to know so he could break a hole in it) when an amplified female voice started from behind the double doors.
"Welcome, one and all, to today's battle royale!" It yelled, causing a din of cheering. Killua frowned. "Today we have a great fight for you! But before that, let me introduce the competitors! To my right; he's a retired assassin from the notorious Zaoldyeck family! At the young age of twelve, he has not only become an amazing Pro-Hunter, but he has also become one of the first to beat the intense video game Greed Island! He's an amazing kid, and definitely not to be messed with, folks!"
Killua smirked. "Can't argue with that."
"A raging thunderbolt, the one, the only, Killua Zaoldyeck!!!"
A new tumult of cheering and booing arose to his ears as the door before him swung open, allowing light to stream in. It only took him half a second to adjust his eyes, after which he stepped out of the door. Not particularly for any reason other than pure and simple curiosity.
What he walked into was like the Roman Coliseum. Rows and rows of people sat in a huge rising circle above him, all of them yelling something or other. He himself stood in the bowl of the colossal stadium, looking up at everything with wonderous eyes. There was even an Emperor's balcony.
"And to my left!" The female voice began again. Killua's eyes slowly moved towards the voice. A girl in a striped referee's outfit stood in the center of the stadium's bowl, a microphone in her hand.
"One of the worl'd greatest detectives! He's a literal genius and is single-handedly responsible for the solving of over one thousand of the toughest cases! A master of the ancient art of Copeira! You guessed it, it's L!!!"
Renewed chhering. Killua looked past the girl, and saw a door exactly like the one he had come out of start to open.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 12:41 am
L stood there for a long time. Slouching in his usual postion of standing. A long sleeved, white shirt and a simple pair of jeans was all he was wearing. He was wondering why he had considered signing up for this, fighting none the less, against a, 12-year-old, was it? Yes. A 12-year-old, he checked himself as he heard a girl's muffled voice say a few moments before. Was it for the fame of winning? No. Was it because it was out of the ordinary? Out of his character to do such a thing? Maybe. Maybe it was just because he needed a break from invesigating and finally test his skills. His skills of fighting. The fighting skills he had learned when he was just an orphan at Wammy's House. This is also where he was taught how to take everything in and be a detective.
All of a sudden, a bright light, that kept growing, was in his face and had cut into his thoughts as he realized he had just been called out. He shaded his eyes from the light with one of his hands, that was in his pocket, as his eyes adjusted to the light density before him. He then began to walk out slowly. The sand-like dirt was soft and warm on his feet as he stepped out of the small room. A slight smile crossed his face as he saw his 12-year-old opponent. He was not feeling arrogant, but for some reason this seemed amusing. He looked about the young man. Taller than him. White hair. Looked confident. Ready to take his fate, where ever it may lie. His face turned back to a blank stare as he lowered his hand to see and hear a huge crowd cheering and booing for and at him as well.
He also saw a woman, as tall as him when standing straight up, in the middle of the arena. She was wearing the typical referee uniform. There then came an old man, dressed in the same uniform, come up beside her and point towards L. "I am here to apoint L in this match." He stated through his white mustache.
L looked at him and smiled humbly. "Watari. Nice seeing you here." He said as he approched the middle.
(Here is a picture. His name is Watari who is always with L in the show. Sorta like the spokes person for him, most the time.)
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BeautifullParanoiia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:10 am
(Hmm. Whatever. ;>>)
Killua frowned, scratching his head. "Hey, Onee-San." He called to the girl.
She looked at him with a speculative "What?"
"I was just wondering what the hell I'm doing here."
She nodded. "I knew you'd be confused. If you would like, you may take a brief moment to confer with your support team." She pointed behind him, to the left of the door he had come out of. Looking back in that direction, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Gon!"
"Killuaaaaaa!!!" The small boy yelled happily, running up to him.
"Oy, Gon." Killua started "What is this place?"
Gon blinked. "You mean you don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Ano...well, we needed some money to find Jin, so you signed up for this fight so you could win the prize money!"
Killua scratched his head for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't remember it, but okay."
"Are you ready?" The ref girl called. He turned to her and gave the thumbs up.
Gon smiled. "Good luck, Killua!"
Killua smiled back, "Yeah." They bumped fists and then Gon hurried back to his spot.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen! Let me explain the rules!" The girl began, speaking into her mic once again. "Today we have a surprise for you all! Even the competitors don't know this bit of info, people! I just found out this morning! For today only, we have decided to double the prize money!!"
Several gasps and oohs and ahhs could be heard around the stadium. Killua just frowned.
"That can't be it. What's the catch?"
She smirked. "We have a smart one here, folks! There is, in fact, a catch! And it is...that this fight has been changed to a one-on-one, no-holds barred, DEATHMATCH!! That means the first one to kill their opponent WINS!!"
"WHAT?!?!?!??!! That's ridiculuous! What the hell made you decide that?!" Killua yelled.
A small vein started throbbing in the girl's temple.
"The stupidest thing I have ever heard!! Not even Leorio could do something this stupid! I - "
The girl exploded. Literally. Flames swirled p around her, mingling with a huge aura unlike aything he had ever seen. "LOOK, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, SO STOP YELLING AT ME!!!!!!!!"
Killua stared at her. "Yes ma'am."
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 2:04 pm
(What is the 'hmm, whatever." for?)
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BeautifullParanoiia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 2:09 pm
(-_- Your choice of referee. I expected someone...a little less OLD. Now make a reply afore I bring down muh hammer. D<)
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 2:21 am
[Imma join in as spectators O-o if that's alright.. ><]
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BeautifullParanoiia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 7:51 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 12:27 am
A lone teen entered the club feeling alone and scared. "Why did he send me here." Tsuna thought as he was surrounded by big buff hairy men. "I don't belong here." He thoguht as he turned to leave but then heard the fight announcements. "Killua versus L!." "I guess I might as well man up and go." he muttered as he sighed and walked into the sunlight where the sun illuminated the ring showing all the brilliance the roman empire had created. "Amazing." he thought as he looked down a little envious. "I wish I was there.." he muttered then stopped. "Wait what am I thinking.." He muttered as he shook his head. "No. I want to go down there." He muttered as he got into the stands and looked down at the ring wondering if he could fight in the next one.
[you'll find out who he is later XD]
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BeautifullParanoiia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 7:47 am
(o_o; I wanna go down there...I don't wanna go down there...but I do wanna go down there...MPD much? ;>>)
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:12 pm
[lawl leave him alone XD]
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