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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:31 pm
Your eyes open to a sight altogether unfamiliar to you. Instead of the familiar cieling of the room in which you fell asleep, you are greeted with a great, black expanse of rapidly shifting clouds, swirling upwards into a great vortex, illuminated every second or so by a brief flash of lightning. There is no sound... no thunder, no wind, nothing but the sounds of your own body. The ground upon which you lie is composed primarily of obsidian glass, which reflects the swirling portal of the sky, giving the illusion that you are simply suspended in infinite nothingness. The world seems to go on endlessly in all directions, perfectly flat. Walking in any direction apparently gets you nowhere, and attempting to jump or fly only makes it seem as if the sky moves away from you, while the unseen ground comes to catch you.
Just as the freakiness of this odd place seems to hit you, the apparent embodiment of said freakishness appears from nothingness in front of you. A thin, humanoid figure, utterly androgynous, but strangely attractive nonetheless. His skin was white, his eyes, black. His small body is covered in form-fitting white armor, over brilliant, flowing ivory robes. An elaborately designed crown sits upon his head, sparkling with light that has no source. White eyes stare at you, and a thousand voices issue forth from his lips, melding forth into one sound.
"Welcome to my world!" He gestures to the nothingness around him. "As you can see, it's... a bit of a fixer-upper. But I've got the time, and the resources. I'm going to make it into quite the little world before it's over with..." At this, he reaches down and adjusts the crown on his head, which seems to slip over to the left side just slightly, as if it doesn't really fit him.
"Anyway," he continues. "onto you. You are here because I want you here. I need you here. You are going to help me design this place. Of course, you aren't going to have any actual say in what I do. That's a given."
At this, he raises his hand, and snaps his fingers. And instantly, the world comes into being. A stadium rises up from the nothingness, row upon row of seats filled with black beings, melded into a single pulsing mass of shadow, with hundreds of thousands of red eyes peering in at you. Hollow cheers echo from all sides as dark grey sands are suddenly born to cradle your being from the endless abyss. The strange man raises his hands to a position just beside his head, and claps twice.
From the sky it comes, wreathed in clouds which slowly stream off of it as it crashes into the ground of the newly formed stadium, sending shockwaves in every direction It is a small black ball... featureless. Although it is black, it is at the same time without color. Although it is round, it is without shape.
"This... is nothing, right now. But, with your help, it will become something. You will give it an identity..."
The mass shudders, and suddenly it unfolds into a humanoid shape, staring you down with dark, red eyes.
"...whether you want to or not."
With that, the strange man vanishes, and the black mass begins to walk towards you with obvious purpose... it doesn't like you. It wants you gone. With no apparent exit from the arena, it looks like you are going to have to fight your way out of this one...
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:32 pm
((Welcome to the Dark World! A little game that I will host every so often out of boredom. In it, I draft your fighters into my own private little world to participate in all sorts of random insanity. Don't worry, however. If your character dies here, they will not be dead in the real world. You will simply wake up and feel as if it is all a dream. If you win, however, there is a very real prize which I'm sure you will appreciate...
In this round, you will face the Incompletion, a beast with very interesting properties...
At the beginning, he will have no powers, and little-to-no fighting style. As the battle continues, however, he will begin to encorporate various elements of his opponents into himself, resulting in a unique combination of powers and abilities that should make for a match that is entertaining, if nothing else.
Ideally, multiple people will need to combat the beast; otherwise, it will just become a carbon-copy of whoever his one opponent is. Either way, the battle will not end until the beast is 'completed' and then destroyed (it will be revived every time you kill it before 'completion' occurs.)
You may use pretty much whatever powers you wish. Just keep in mind that the creature is capable of carrying this as far as you are... so be aware of what you're getting into.
Anyone may join this fray at any time. Ready...?
BEGIN!!))
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 9:23 pm
The six-winged fighter known as "Lightning Law" stepped forward, awed at the display of sheer power. His red, orange, and yellow pair of wings moved gently behind him. His gold-colored armor reflected any sort of light in the coliseum. Being a dual-element magic user, he decided that he would try to see if it's weak against fire or lightning.
He wanted to see how the weird looking thing would react to fire. He shot a simple fireball at the ball, making a movement similar to what megaman would do. He held out his right arm, and braced it with his left. He fired the fireball from his palm, the simple sphere of flame flying at the thing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 9:46 pm
The ball impacted the blob, which was blown backwards several feet. When it landed, parts of it were bubbling, and it was making a very odd, very displeased-sounding gurgling noise. Looking at Bolt with odd eyes, the ball suddenly does something very unexpected...
It sprouts a wing! A flaming one at that!
With little else to do with it, the blob begins to wildly flap the wing about, tossing fire haphazardly in every direction, several explosive orbs of which were headed straight towards Bolt. The six-winged fighter would find that any and all elemental immunities were quite useless in this dimension; the fire would burn him as it would burn anyone else. It wasn't much, but the beast was watching Bolt... watching his every move. It was learning very quickly...
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 9:58 pm
Lightning Law gasped, unsure what to do. He jumped into the air to avoid the flames. He had a resistence to fire, but still didn't want to get hit. He had no clue that immunities against elements were off. He decided that maybe hitting the thing with fire wasn't a good idea, but maybe he could harm it with a blade?
With a quick movement, he drew his katana and infused some holy aura in it. He had used this against zombies and demons in the past, and perhaps the being was harmed by holy power?
He dove fast and hard, slashing with his, the holy aura jumping off the blade and against the beast. He avoided the fire as best he could, but was hit on the wing tip. He fell down to the ground, and rolled farther away, looking back to see if the holy aura had any effect. His yellow wing tip was singed, the feathers on the end being blackened and burnt. It hurt, but he was used to pain. He retracted the yellow pair into his body. He was left with only the orange and red pair of wings.
Lightning Law kept his katana up, and held his left hand as if ready to fire a burst of fire at anything that would come his way.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 10:16 pm
Still absorbed in flailing its wing about, the little thing knew not to defend against Bolt's holy slice. The energy raked into him, but caused him no more damage than it would a normal enemy. Still, there was a very large gash now placed firmly in the ball's... err... well... he had no defineable anatomy. At least, not at the moment.
That changed very quickly, however. All of a sudden, the beast grew legs. And arms! It still had no head to speak of, but this was definitely a start. From the gash in the beast, ANOTHER wing emerged, this one glowing with holy power. In a very odd move... the beast detaches the wing from his back using his arm, and begins to wield it as... a sword!
Quickly running towards Bolt, it slashes at him twice, once horizontally, and once diagonally, both slashes brimming with Holy power.
The Incompletion was taking shape...
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 10:29 pm
Lightning Law deflected the horizontal slash with his sword, being a skilled swordsman. He then rolled in the direction of the diagonal slash, dodging it. He continued rolling, turning around the look the beast head on. Well, whatever head it was lacking, he was now looking on at it. He then looked at his left arm. It looked like something cut into him.
But what? He dodged the second attack. But the first one, he let go by him! He then realized that the beast's wing-sword was releasing Holy Power. He groaned, knowing that the beast was as hurt as he was. It was like he was fighting a weird version of himself.
He was pleased with the result of the gash, but still had no clue how to hurt it again. It seemed like it adapted to every new element. He decided to try Fire again. Lightning Law held up his wounded left hand, and made a turning motion with his fingers, like he was opening a jar. However, the jar was pointed at the thing. Since there was no jar, it was just Lightning Law's fingers. They released a flurry of red and orange flames. The flames streamed out constantly, like a magical flame thrower. Lightning Law continued the turning motino with his hands, trying to keep an eye on the beast as the flames spat at it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 10:32 pm
((It's late here, so I am going to hit the sack for now. This should give a few others time to post their entrances, should they want to join. We shall continue this later! ninja ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 10:36 pm
((Great. I was hoping for that, I didn't want to fight a better version of me.. ^_^;;; ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 11:16 pm
Kairu walks into the Colisuem with a determined look in his eyes. His elegeant feathers blow in the wind sending his scent all over the Colisuem. He sees a creature that seems to have the characteristics of a shapeshifters. He sighes deeply annoyed that the creature he wishes to fight is what he hates the most. He draws his blade from his side into his right hand the light shimmers off his Musamune. He takes his left foot a step back putting him into a power stance which is followed by his left wing stretching out diagonially to his left side with the blades hidden in the wing extend outward making them visible. He looks over to the fighter currently fighting and tries to look for any sign that Kairu should join in the fight.
((Sorry for the lateness. I was busy with something, but I'm here so LETS GET IT ON.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 11:55 pm
(( Question. Exactly how long does it take it to complete?))
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:17 am
((Adjective conflict, first post. Apparently the man that appeared has both white and black eyes. Two pairs, perhaps?))
Two violet orbs are slowly revealed as The Azure Phoenix opens his eyes, the warmth of his Ice Queen no longer at his side, only darkness. The Brother of Versatility catches glimpses of his surroundings as he rises, snapping his fingers to apply clothing to his bare form. Anyone with any knowledge of a lover's embrace could image what had transpired just before Torment entered the realm of dreams.
He had two choices, enter combat with what lay around him, or wait until his release, which seemed unlikely. He glanced once at the shadowed beasts slowly adapating, and then to the other combatants. With a smirk an orb of swirling white energy burst out from his outstreched hand, an Orb of Sound. Unless the beast could halt all vibrations of sound within itself, the orb threatened to tear it apart.
His right hand began to glow a blazing crimson as the small pyramidal diamonds upon each digit started to pull out from his skin. The left hand seemed to be torn asunder, three spikes of ice tearing out through the space between each finger. A screech filled the air, that of a firebird to be precise, as his face began to burst into flame that slowly slid up his face to rest comfortably upon his scalp, nestled btween the two puffballs. A violet light burst from his back as the depiction of the firebird upon his shirt began to take flight. Slowly the light would begin to pull out to ever greater lengths, the goal being an eighty foot wingspan.
((Replies might go slow from my end >.>))
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 12:26 pm
((Official Order of Postage:
Bolt
Kairu
He of Many Mules
DLD))
The little half-man does not respond well to the flamethrower, instinctively bringing up his flaming wing to try and protect himself from the blast. However, his focus on Bolt results in him failing completely to notice any of the other fighters in the arena. As a result, an orb of sound brought his short life to an untimely end, tearing him limb from blob with little fanfare.
But of course, the battle was far from over. The voice of the dimension's ruler once again rang out through the battlefield, though the man himself could not be seen.
"Well, we certainly can't have that, now can we..."
With that, a strange clicking noise echoed throughout the stadium. It sounded vaguely like finger's snapping against each other. Regardless, in response to the sound, the blob suddenly reassembles, and is now filled with renewed fully. Its shape becomes fully human now, growing a head and even distinguishable muscle structure. And... wings. More and more wings. It was insane. Apparently, upon seeing the ridiculous number of wings sported by his competition, a bit of jealousy set in. And overcompensation was the result. EIGHT wings. EIGHT of them. All sticking out of his back. One had a fire aura, one with a holy aura, one vibrating slightly, the rest identically black. With less than half a second of wind-up, the three 'special' wings attacked. The fire wing sends out an enormous wave of fire at Bolt. The holy wing extends itself greatly, and slices towards Kairu with the intention of chopping him clean in half. While the vibrating wing, sends out an incredibly focused wave of sound at Torment, enough to knock him clear out of the stadium, should it connect, and enough to strike him def, should it not...
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 1:04 pm
(( well we could alsways make it fair and go:
DLD
Bolt
DLD
Kairu
DLD
He of many mules.
That way you can respond to what we do instead of stressing the brain and blocking each attack that came at seperate times in one post.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 8:02 pm
Lightning Law ((Because that's his name in the Arena...)) reacted to the fire by moving. He moved as fast as he could out of the path of the flame. He also made sure to divert it with his own fire.
When he was clear, he looked at the thing. I suppose it can now be called a humanoid. He saw this being and noticed the eight wings.
"So, you like wings, do you?" Lightning Law said in a metallic voice, as if from a voice changing machine. He saw the three specifically assigned wings, and wondered if the blob only had the capacity to handle eight magic types at a time. He decided to hold off on his most powerful element for later and to fill up the remaining five wings.
He had no long range weapons. At this point, all that could be done it to avoid and respond with a flurry of flame. However, Lightning Law didn't see this as causing the death of the blob anytime soon. The thought passed his mind about pulling his pistol on the humanoid, but should he do this it might grow a gun of its own. He had no defense against simple bullets.
With a glance over at Torment, Lightning Law gave him an odd look. He who was once an enemy was now fighting on his side. It felt odd.
Lightning Law settled on sending another flamethrower at the creature, however, in the path behind the flames, he ran up in a battle charge with his katana held to slash at the creature's neck. He charged fast and strong past the creature, his movement a blurred streak. When he reached the end of his charge, he turned and looked at the creature, pivoting on his right foot.
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