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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 6:05 pm
The lights were dim in this particular wing of the arena, the air misty and clammy. Ensconced in the light fog, Nazynri felt at home, but she could sense another presence nearby, and moving closer.
Perhaps it was an old opponent that felt the need to avenge themselves.
Or perhaps a new challenger altogether?
"Curious..."
She steps forth, drawing her paintbrush in gleeful anticipation.
"Who is there?"
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Little Stories rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 4:13 pm
"Tap tap on glass..." I shyly hummed, stepping into this freshly new arena of Naznaz's. It looked shiny, metallic, not to mention a little dull to the witchling eye flavors. Ticking on the floor her nightmare lantern struck a golden glow, the little purple dear stepped into the artist's grounds. After a few minutes went out, I became a little bored. So I hummed a little song as my eye lids clasped each other.
"Tick tock, tick tock, five minutes till eight o clock." I sang softly out of my mouth. Nazy heard the girl's awaiting singing and grinned in a sharp pearl white stage. Ink was brushed lightly on her paper, looking a lot like me. I was still singing as usual.
"Tick tock, tick tock, one minute till eight o clock." Another dark form of the witch and the scribbler appeared right behind me. As if I was not expecting the big surprise, yes? They jump right above me in silence, the dark twin getting out a familiar axe and the artist taking some sharp blades. It was the perfect win.
"Eight o clock." My eyes opened and gave the old glowing crimson. Right before the two enemies met the witch's perfect weak spot, I raised my large specter, plunging through both of the females. Black ink was gushed out as an improvise for blood. Giving my skully a quick shaky shake, I threw the bodies onto Naz's arena.
"Tick tock, tick tock, it's past eight o clock."
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 5:55 pm
"Ahh...Hello, Alice! Long time no spar!"
Scribbler greeted, fluttering down from her perch and tilting her head at the witchling. Sketchbook and paintbrush stayed stowed away; she remembered what happened last time.
"Tick tock..." quoth the Alice. She smiled a wide smile as she took up her sceptre. The lantern glowed an eerie orange, dispelling the fog.
Scribbler giggled, bounding in with her claws outstretched. They locked in a spar, talon against steel...and to her surprise, Scribbler was able to manage a few hits.
Alice didn't seem perturbed at all by the light lacerations, the same brilliant smile sparkling. She raised her sceptre...and brought it crashing down.
"Oh dear...your watch has stopped."
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Guns-and-Goats rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:17 pm
-Stumbles in- "I-is therse the merns rerm?" -Hic-
The Scribbler turned to at my question and was rather startled. "Imperator Remus??!!" she asked rather stunned. However, she was even more stunned when I began to relieve myself on her. She reached for her sketchbook, but I had just about finished up. I smashed an empty beer bottle on her head, knocking her out cold. I then turned and stumbled out.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
32
Total: 32 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:38 pm
"Oh my."
...Well, at least he was dressed and looking sober this time. Scribbler hefted the beer bottle from the last battle, intent on a little vengeance.
The imperator chuckled as he spotted her choice of weapon, shifting his grip on Perseverance as if to show off its royal gleam.
"Once more, then?" he asked, and swung the hammer about in a few practiced whirls.
She snapped at that and dashed forth blindly, kicking up dust, but Remus seemed to know where she was coming from. There was barely enough time to smash the bottle over his head (it broke; his skull was surprisingly resilient) before Perseverance made itself known to her wings.
It was a fun flight, except when she landed on the wall and bounced back like a tennis ball. The hammer made a nice springy paste out of her vertebrae as Remus swung it again.
She was going to be in sore need of a drink after this, Scribbler decided before passing out from a concussion.
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Morticia Blauer rolled 1 100-sided dice:
57
Total: 57 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:39 pm
"How about one for old times sake?" Crhis asked as he sent his little robotic minion to steal Nazynri's paint brush.
It was relatively easy, seeing as she had passed out from the harsh treatment she got from the "Emperor".
Satisfied that the scribbler would now be harmless, Chris waited patiently for his childe to awaken.
After about an hour of recuperation, Nazynri woke up, fully healed thanks to the vampire blood.
As Chris saw her stand, and then turn to face him, he lifted his knife, and poked it through her stomach.
The crimson glint of the knife shone brightly from the other side, having completely penetrated the scribblers gut.
Digging it a bit deeper and twisting the hilt, Chris locked the blade within her body and kicked her back down.
She crumpled to the floor, again, as Chris walked away. "When you recover, I want my knife back."
Taking the brush from his mouser, Chris flung it at her, hitting her lightly on the side.
With a moan she stood, which surprised Chris to no end. "Already? Alright, give me your best shot."
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
99
Total: 99 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:56 pm
"I'm just getting my rear handed to me on a rusty platter today, dear Sire..." Scribbler mutters with a sarcastic grin. "Isn't it fun?"
And with a grimace, she pulled free the knife, licking it clean. The wound clotted once more, scar tissue lacing the gash shut.
The grin turned sincere as she noticed his little robot companion; nasty little thief, but still a cute bundle of wires. A bundle of wires that still had her paintbrush...but not for long, apparently, for its owner had flung it back at her.
"Thanks," she giggled...but didn't immediately move to return the knife.
She opened the sketchbook to a previous page, licking her fingers and letting the inky fog within pour forth; it coiled almost affectionately around her ankles, probing tendrils oozing towards Mort.
The miasma crawled along the arena, various nightmarish forms coalescing from the black mass; the beasts advanced towards Mort and his little friend, talons drawn and radiating menace.
Scribbler seemed to sink into the fog as if dissolving, taking advantage of their distraction. Really, she had sank into the earth, sneaking up behind the little robot underground, and with a soft 'pop' re-emerged to grasp it and pull it into the earth.
Another pop, and she found herself behind Mort, who was tearing into the last of the inky creatures. The beast dispatched, he turned to face her.
"Here...would you like your knife back?"
She grinned innocently and stuck the blade in his gut, the same place she had found it.
Then she knocked him unconscious with her paintbrush-turned-hammer.
"No hard feelings?"
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
69
Total: 69 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 4:02 pm
Scuttle scuttle...
Ah, here is a nice place to sleep off the meal!
Box was pleasantly stuffed. It wandered into the dark foggy corner and paused; someone had been here before. Someone familiar. A sketchbook lay discarded in a pile of crumpled paper, and an ink spill darkened the patch of sand.
Box shifted a moment, turning this way and that, before deciding that whoever it was wouldn't be back for a while, and settled into the sandy grounds for a nap. After all, Box had the feeling it and Scribbler could never fight. (A moment later, a chunk of the fourth wall fell on top of Box, crushing it into a pancake.)
The fog drew closer and obscured Box's presence...and any other presence that might come.
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