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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 3:03 am
The knuckles on his big hands cracked as his fingers wrapped around them and pushed in, each singular bone seeming to go off like a gunshot which echoed around the entire tavern.
Everybody else watched on. The big man had been knocking back the strongest stuff in the house like it was tap-water before seemingly just wanting to fight someone. As you do. And, apporpriately, someone had decided to relieve him of his pent-up frustrations.
His neck, wrapped in a thick layer of steel-like muscle, cricked as well as he craned his neck to the side, his lanky hair flopping over his face as an evil smirk rose on his lips.
His coat lay beside him, discarded. Webbing surrounded his belt, his black cargo pants loose and flowing over his massive legs. The black tank-top he wore seemed to serve two purposes - it showed that the bulk of this man was nothing short of real - and it also showed that he was no stranger to pain.
A myriad of scars ran all over his chest, back and upper arms, the tank-top only seeming to be hiding the worst of his previous injuries. Every single scar you could think of was there - round ones, long thin ones, short jagged ones, thick ones, burned patches - it was amazing his body wasn't falling apart.
"Okay boy...show me what you got." Tomorrow muttered with a smirk, letting his hands fall loose by his sides, his legs spread slightly, his palms open.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 10:45 pm
Wild blue hair that apparently had attempted to be tamed in a futile effort marked one of the only differences between himself and his Brother. A second was the drink in his hand he set down, a third the emerald eyes that turned to Tomorrow, windows to his very soul, green with envy.
The sleeves on his loose grey shirt were rolled up already according to his Brother's style, the heavier cargo pants and combat boots not exactly his style, but he had little say these days. He seemed toned and fit, but didn't seem to want to fight, inside at least, "Come now, be civil. Fighting inside such a small space? Really now, I had thought I caught the glimmer of intelligence under such a brutish exterior. Besides, fighting with fists and feet is so barbaric. A true warrior should prefer the taste of cold steel."
He was watching Tomorrow, ready to pop backwards at any motion made in an offensive way. He really was opposed to fighting within the tavern, he was much more opposed to listening to Torment b***h at him for having to pay to fix it afterwards.
((Yeah...um...I have this thing against strict HtH. I basically don't do what I have no knowledge in. Shar is a stretch in of himself, being a non-spellcasting based character.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:21 am
Torment Wild blue hair that apparently had attempted to be tamed in a futile effort marked one of the only differences between himself and his Brother. A second was the drink in his hand he set down, a third the emerald eyes that turned to Tomorrow, windows to his very soul, green with envy. The sleeves on his loose grey shirt were rolled up already according to his Brother's style, the heavier cargo pants and combat boots not exactly his style, but he had little say these days. He seemed toned and fit, but didn't seem to want to fight, inside at least, "Come now, be civil. Fighting inside such a small space? Really now, I had thought I caught the glimmer of intelligence under such a brutish exterior. Besides, fighting with fists and feet is so barbaric. A true warrior should prefer the taste of cold steel." He was watching Tomorrow, ready to pop backwards at any motion made in an offensive way. He really was opposed to fighting within the tavern, he was much more opposed to listening to Torment b***h at him for having to pay to fix it afterwards. ((Yeah...um...I have this thing against strict HtH. I basically don't do what I have no knowledge in. Shar is a stretch in of himself, being a non-spellcasting based character.)) ((...I have no idea what you mean. 'HtH'? 'a stretch in of himself'? WTF?)) No words. Simply action. Tomorrow's hand had reached out as the other man had spoken, gripping the bar's arm-rest which skirted the outer edge of the bar as if to lean on it. Grasping the long bronze tube with his burly hand, his eyes mirthful underneath the dark sunglasses adorning his face, his arm suddenly twisted back, pulling the bronze arm-rest with it. The pull yanked the entire arm-rest from the bar, like tearing a strip of sticky licorice from a flat surface. Tomorrow's arm pulled it up and over, the bronze tube suddenly whipping out in a striking motion, generally aimed for the man's head. If connecting, it would bend slightly as it struck his flesh before simply rebounding - like hitting someone with a wobbly piece of plastic. The entire thing took almost half a second, Tomorrow simply reaching out and pulling it like it had been a dead branch from a tree. The whipping motion followed the entire length of the bar, blowing patrons stupid enough not to move away from the two fighters right from their seats and sending chunks of wood into the tavern's seating area. "Cold enough for you?" Tomorrow growled as he threw the bar down and waited for the retaliation.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 12:34 am
((I appologize for the sluggishness in my reply. HtH=Hand to Hand, btw. Also, if this happens to be happening in Los^T or the general TGC 'lounge' of a tavern, I'd have to RP Atlas stepping in to ask, then force us out. Doubt it is, but I felt like asking anyhow >.>))
As the bronzed armrest was torn from the bar his eyes seemed to gloss over for the briefest moment before kicking off the lower reaches of the bar and making a great mess of the drinks at a nearby table as he landed and faltered, bumping into the table and nearly sending it crashing to its side. The great bronze armrest would meet nothing but air, and oddly enough, Shar wasn't interupted in his monologue, as if he was rather used to such interuptions. A viscous white mass of light and energy had begun to form in his hands as he shook his head, "I assure you, outside would be much better for everyone around, especially the owner of this fine establishment."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:54 am
Mindblaze Dominion ((I appologize for the sluggishness in my reply. HtH=Hand to Hand, btw. Also, if this happens to be happening in Los^T or the general TGC 'lounge' of a tavern, I'd have to RP Atlas stepping in to ask, then force us out. Doubt it is, but I felt like asking anyhow >.>)) As the bronzed armrest was torn from the bar his eyes seemed to gloss over for the briefest moment before kicking off the lower reaches of the bar and making a great mess of the drinks at a nearby table as he landed and faltered, bumping into the table and nearly sending it crashing to its side. The great bronze armrest would meet nothing but air, and oddly enough, Shar wasn't interupted in his monologue, as if he was rather used to such interuptions. A viscous white mass of light and energy had begun to form in his hands as he shook his head, "I assure you, outside would be much better for everyone around, especially the owner of this fine establishment." As the bar whipped out across the tables to finish it's path embedded in the wall, Tomorrow let out an impatient and fairly annoyed sigh. "Well why didn't you say so?! All these fancy words when simple stuff is so much easier..."Turning his back to the man - seemingly foolishly, seeing as the guy had a hand-ful of energy already charging - he walked over to the door and pushed it open, walking out into the cool night air. He let in a long, slow breath, holding his arms out wide as he breathed in the stiff night air with a long sigh. He patted his broad chest with his arms before turning and leaning against a light-pole, the light streaming down on him and painting him in almost an etheral light. Crossing his arms, he stood there and waited, a small yet smug smile on his face, as if he knew all the answers to all the questions - and he wasn't going to tell anybody.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 10:26 am
Shar may have advocated stepping outside, but waited until the viscous mass of white light and energy in his hands grew to the size of a rather normal looking quarterstaff that seemed to be composed wholy of light instead of wood or steel. Utilizing it much like a walking stick he appeared coming out from the tavern, taking only a single step before he held the staff out before him in his left hand and set his right to the center, "Right then, I promise not to kill you for your insolence." This, of course, was underscored by the fact that he quickly pulled back, forming a shaft of blazing white light that he released. As with being light and energy its speed was rather amazing, and it left a thick trail of soulstuff behind it as if it were growing towards Tomorrow, some sort of snake striking out at him. Shar could, at any time, sever the link, with or without an explosive result, and missing was not an option in his mind. If it slid past him, it could come back around to strike again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 11:54 pm
Tomorrow rolled his eyes at the man's words - what was he going to do next, grow a goatee and 'proclaim his rule over the universe, Flash Gordon!' - before doing one of the few things he could do.
He kicked his foot back into the light-pole's base.
It was a small kick. It didn't seem to have much force about it. But it blew straight through the metal of the light-pole, causing it to creak down to slam straight into where the man with the flashy stick had been standing, over 300lbs of metal falling towards him at a very fast pace.
Tomorrow had simply stood out of the way after kicking it out, slipping to the side to allow it to fall and crush his opponant. Or at least put him off a little.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 1:15 am
When Shar saw the lightpole begin to fall, the arrow seemed to richochet off some invisible plane and dart up along a zig-zagging path so as to catch the lightpole. For a moment it would hold steady, the soulstuff apparently sagging before the arrow came back around to slam into the lightpole and knock it back from whence it came, lodging in the side to explode in a rapid release of energy once it struck the ground. The stream left behind would simply disappate into wisps of white light to dart back to Shar.
Shar, meanwhile, had begun gathering small wisps of white light about him that seemed to spring into existance all around him as if seaping out of his aura. Two fingers were set to the staff and he pulled back once again, forming two thin shafts that he loosed at Tomorrow. They left behind no trail, but would explode upon impact of whatever they hit. Shar seemed to have forgotten about the whole property damages bit.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 4:41 am
Mindblaze Dominion When Shar saw the lightpole begin to fall, the arrow seemed to richochet off some invisible plane and dart up along a zig-zagging path so as to catch the lightpole. For a moment it would hold steady, the soulstuff apparently sagging before the arrow came back around to slam into the lightpole and knock it back from whence it came, lodging in the side to explode in a rapid release of energy once it struck the ground. The stream left behind would simply disappate into wisps of white light to dart back to Shar. Shar, meanwhile, had begun gathering small wisps of white light about him that seemed to spring into existance all around him as if seaping out of his aura. Two fingers were set to the staff and he pulled back once again, forming two thin shafts that he loosed at Tomorrow. They left behind no trail, but would explode upon impact of whatever they hit. Shar seemed to have forgotten about the whole property damages bit. Tomorrow's eyes had narrowed as he'd watched the light-arrow move through the air - before moving on his own. He ran, hard and fast, moving with a surprising grace for a man his size, slapping the returning lamp-post away with the flick of a wrist and was upon the man before he could raise his charging hand to his staff and fire off his arrows. John's left hand reached out, slipping over and enclosing Shar's forearm in a vice-like grip, pulling it out as his right hand closed over the hand gripping the staff, pulling it out at the same time as his other, drawing Shar's arms straight out taut and their bodies closer - before powerfully slamming his head into the man's face, headbutting with enough force to crack bone and shatter teeth. Then he did it again. Powerfully. Viciously. And again. Relentlessly. Brutally. Before finally releasing Shar's staff-hand and, drawing his fist back, heaved his shoulder forward with the punch directly into the man's stomach, the hammer-like blow making to strike the man's guts and possibly force them out around his spine, still gripping Shar's energy-charged hand at bay. If he wasn't that pansey...this guy ought to be able to take care of himself...
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 11:59 pm
Shar was taken by surprise, the first slam completely disrupting his concentration, the link between mind and soul seperated within the staff as the energies contained were unleashed in a flurry of localized devestation that would wash over them both. While not controlled as the arrows were, the staff was larger, at least two to three times the size. Should the subsequent headbutts continue Shar's face would be left a broken mess, nose broken and at least a few teeth missing. If not for his reinforced body and mind, given not only through his link to his Brother but the mastery of his soul that filled up his being, he'd likely have given into unconsciousness.
He had no hope of seeing, much less avoiding the blow to his stomach, crushing what lay within, possibly even tearing organs from the sheer force, though nothing would be expelled from the back. His entire form convulsed as he tried to make some effort to return to a form fitting of his soul, leaving his Brother to deal with the barbarian, or possibly even flee.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 12:05 am
Torment Shar was taken by surprise, the first slam completely disrupting his concentration, the link between mind and soul seperated within the staff as the energies contained were unleashed in a flurry of localized devestation that would wash over them both. While not controlled as the arrows were, the staff was larger, at least two to three times the size. Should the subsequent headbutts continue Shar's face would be left a broken mess, nose broken and at least a few teeth missing. If not for his reinforced body and mind, given not only through his link to his Brother but the mastery of his soul that filled up his being, he'd likely have given into unconsciousness. He had no hope of seeing, much less avoiding the blow to his stomach, crushing what lay within, possibly even tearing organs from the sheer force, though nothing would be expelled from the back. His entire form convulsed as he tried to make some effort to return to a form fitting of his soul, leaving his Brother to deal with the barbarian, or possibly even flee. Tomorrow continued with his attacks. The man had decided to use powers when John had been expecting a fist-fight - if you wished to fight, then you might as well fight fair. Taking the hand he was still gripping, John twisted it around to make it taut - before slamming his palm into the elbow, breaking it and bending the arm at ninty-degrees the wrong way. Sweeping the man's legs out from under him, putting him to the ground, Tomorrow yanked at the broken arm, dislocating it at the shoulder, before stamping hard on his left thigh, shattering the femur. Broken and beaten now, Tomorrow let his prey go, tossing the arm down like it was a limp rag-doll...before bending down and scooping him up in his arms. He looked out to the crowd around him. "I need directions to the nearest healer or hospital." He muttered.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 12:10 am
Shar lay broken and bleeding, pain coursing through him. He was powerless to avoid or counter Tomorrow's assault in any way, and now he made one request before his mind met the fractured state of his body, "Kill...me. Its...easier. Heal...faster." With that he slipped out of consciousness into the embrace of the void of mind.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 12:23 am
Torment Shar lay broken and bleeding, pain coursing through him. He was powerless to avoid or counter Tomorrow's assault in any way, and now he made one request before his mind met the fractured state of his body, "Kill...me. Its...easier. Heal...faster." With that he slipped out of consciousness into the embrace of the void of mind. John looked down at the man as if he was crazy... ...Before shrugging. It was a crazy world he was in. A lot crazier then Gaia. Uncerimoniously dumping the body into the street, John lifted his boot before stamping down hard on the man's head. It was like stepping on a tomato - the insides went flying, and the outers simply collapsed under the extreme force. Scraping his boot on the curb to get the little pink bits off his now blood-red boot, he sniffed as he looked down at the body. Now what? Do some angels fly down, pick him up, and take him away? Does he turn to ash, or dissapear in a puff of smoke or flash of light? It would be interesting to find out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 12:41 am
None of the above, actually. Shar's body seemed to fall apart, the little bits and pieces everywhere evaporating into a thin crimson mist to form into a pale red orb with rings of emerald surging around it. Across the street another orb of light flitted back and forth, slowing to a stop as it started to cross the street, the form of a man taking shape, not unlike the one that had just fallen. The only change was the ashen gray hair and the vibrant violet eyes that didn't seem to look at Tomorrow, but through him. He gave a casual bow, not fully formed yet, in case the brute intended to lash out at him, "Well done, well done. I'll have to have a stern talking to with my Brother later this evening. As for you, you deserve something in exchange for your time wasted."
With a snap of his fingers a pair of headlights flicked on down the street and the screeching of tires echoed into the night sky. Moments later a violet blur came to a halt next to Torment, leaving him next to the 'trunk,' which popped open to reveal a series of briefcases. Torment gestured to them, "Take one of them with my wishes of well being. I care not what you use the funds contained within for, as long as you take them and leave here without mentioning this ever again, or telling anyhow how you came into this influx of revenue."
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