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 Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:20 am
Deft, flowing movements carried a newcomer through the forest as he made his way to the building in front of him..
As light began to cascade over the new figure - since he'd moved into a much more open area - forcing the shadows away, it became apparent that he wasn't as strange looking as his silhouette would suggest. He was wearing a simple red shirt and leather pants.
The clacking sound had been explained now as well, as this man wore a pair of boots. Set across his waist in a tight manner was a black belt, as well as a pair of swords.
He looked around slowly, the silver hair that flowed down his back shifting slightly with the faint movements, dragging across his shoulders as he tried to examine the forest ruins he had just entered.
Even though his lips could be seen, they, along with the rest of his face, were completely impassive.
He was obviously searching for something, as was apparent by the fact that his purple orbs were in constant motion, taking in every detail possible, or so it would appear if one could ever get a straight look at his eyes.
He didn't seem at all impressed with the decor as he strolled in, left a bag of money on the counter, and filled out the paperwork for the tourney. He didn't speak much, and after that was done, he simply continued in, seeking a place to relax and train.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 7:02 pm
The doors swing open in a dramatic fashion (it's an arena, so they are made to swing open like that), but the figure who walks through is anything but dramatic. He is short, pale, and awfully skinny. His gait is almost painfully quiet and long as the doors almost shut on the heels of his black boots. He silently makes his way to the front desk.
Receptionist: "Name..."
Razen: Razen 'Mirror' Inthar.
The receptionist, who hasn't looked up, totally misses his gestures.
Receptionist: "Name..."
Razen: Razen 'Mirror' Inthar. Are you even looking?
The receptionist continues to not look at Razen.
Receptionist: "Name..."
Razen sighs, then tenses for a moment.
Razen: "Razen 'Mirror' Inthar."
This makes the receptionist look up with an astonished expression. Anyone else in the area is probably surprised as well at the deep, gravelly voice that just issued from this gangly-looking kid. Now that he has the attention of the receptionist, he reverts back to gesturing.
Razen: Where can I find a list of combat times?
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 7:12 pm
Seth finished the form. He thought he shouldn't had took so long to fill out the form. He walked up to the Receptionist, and noticed that there is a kid there. Seth tills his head and woundered. Is he a kid? If he is he must have a lot of protental, but does he? The wise knows not to underestamate the other person, so I guess he must be a good fighter. Seth waits for his turn to give the Receptionist the form.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 7:53 pm
As no answer is forthcoming, Razen scoots to one side so anyone behind him can access the counter.
Razen: I'll wait over here...
He begins to fidget with the silver arcane symbol that hangs around his neck, watching how the light reflects off of it. Then he looks up and glances around the room. Everyone seems fit, competent, or a combination of both. He smiles, one corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
Razen: This should be a good place to learn...
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 8:12 pm
The ground shook slightly as a rather tall and extremely well-dressed figure stepped into the building, a black flame burning in his footsteps. Behind him there crawled a few retainers swathed entirely in black rags, save for their eyes, revealing them to be demons and vampires. The tattered wings visible from one showed it to be a fallen angel.
With a casually arrogant flick of his wrist, he pointed at one, who jerked to his feet and staggered to the recptionist, grabbing the forms. He came back with the documents and presented them with a bow. The tall figure, who was clearly malevolently evil, slapped the wench across the face. He must have liked the sound and gasp that it made, because he returned with another backhand, his curved and sharp talons tearing across the face, splattering blood everywhere.
He sneered and continued inside, leaving the peons to fill out the forms for him and then return to the Void. If they lived that long, that is. He didn't give a ********>
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 9:32 am
"Well, Yumi, it seems that my branch is filled, and I'm ready to fight. I'll see you around." He gets up from the counter walking towards the arena, then searches for the Barton Town Branch. His fists stay at his sides switching with his legs as he walks, suddenly, a spark of blue flames swirl from the base of his feet. It shoots up enveloping him in a oceanic blaze of glory, then extinguishing, there was nothing to be found. Ryu was gone.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 1:08 pm
The receptionist taps Razen on the shoulder, and hands him a sheet of paper with the time of his fight on it. He scans it, then leaves casually.
Receptionist: "Sir! You'd better hurry! That was 30 minutes ago!"
Razen: No worries.
He continues at the same unhurried pace, knowing each step will lead him closer to destiny...
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 8:53 pm
The door to the reception opens slowly revealing a man in a simple black tuxedo. Walking calmly in the mans cape dances gracefully as the eyes behind his mask continued to scope out the area. Seeing the reception desk he smiles softly and walks in that direction. At this time his aura is hidden...well below the limits of normal detection. One look at him one would think he was just one of those idiotic noobs who tried to make his way in the Tournament...but no this man was far beyond what many would even classify as super human. As he reached the reception desk the man simply said, "I wish to join...I am going to be a part of this tournament."
As he filled out the form and handed it back to the receptionist the minds eye within the man scoped forth and scanned the entire tournament grounds, he was looking for one specific power...one power that he knew he would totally ravage and devour. "He is here...I can feel it..." murmured the man to himself as a soft giggle escaped his lips. His white gloved hands trembled with delight as he made his way towards the inner halls of the Tournament grounds...his enemy was here...and it was here he would make him pay.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 3:34 am
*Hands in pockets a figure in grim attire strolled past the desk putting a hand up to silence the mind of the receptionist.She didnt even have to know he was here.Everybody probably felt it when he struck earth upon return a few days earlier.Much less where he was at all times. Heh.Ciggarette burnign fast like usual he lurked through the halls admiring everything.*
"what a creepy mixture of auras in the air......memorys....."
*A heavy sigh and he unraveled into thin air much like a chesire cat, to find himself lounding around in a tree waiting for his first match up, whenever that may come.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:15 pm
Oppithegus steped into the building, as soon as he got up to the table where it is a person would sign up, he stated his name in a different hard to make out lanuage. it sounded almost like a mix of latin and german. after stating his name he had the offical filll out the form for him since he didn't really know how to write and then he left without so much as a word.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:04 am
The only problem would be that he would not receive a form to fill out because the tournament had already started and no applications were being taken.
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