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 Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 10:56 pm
Dark Tournament style FTW
Basic coliseum setup, a round arena raised off of the ground made of solid Adamantium, which spans a good hundred meters in diameter. Surrounding said indestructible platform is open ground, starting with simple grass and expanding to the surrounding trees until reaching, at near a half mile distance, upward climbing sheer cliffs.
Rules are as follows;
- First off, the rules that are already posted in the main sub forum.
- Any character who touches the ground outside of the ring for more then a ten second count, or equivalent three posts (real loose on the ten count ain't it?), will be disqualified from the match. This is literal Dark Tournament style fighting. So, be aware of where you're at, judges have the right to say your character was out of bounds for to long.
- Have fun, don't godmod, not complaining and leave me the heck alone until your match is finished.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:39 am
Wulf asked me to inform you that he is gone on an unavoidable trip oversees and will be back in approximately a week. The timescale for this fight is adjusted accordingly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 12:40 pm
A faint breeze of shadows that circled the ring as if it was chasing something signaled the arrival of one of the contestants even before she made her physical appearance. As the distance it spanned grew smaller, it compacted until it hit the center of the platform, hanging in suspense like a small black tornado.
Slowly a figure began to manifest itself within the depths of the darkness, head and shoulders first and lastly the feet. She appeared to be a silhouette, one with a much defined, yet very graceful body. The wind blew her hair wildly, and the ribbons that hung from her back fluttered like wings behind her, making her look somewhat akin to a dark fairy.
The shadows twirled around her once more before they were all sucked away in a flash into the upright palm of her right hand, her right arm outstretched to her side. As she gently pressed her long, pale fingers together, the collected shadows appeared again and seemed to wrap around her bare right arm like a deadly snake, rearranging and engraving themselves into her flesh to become the intricate pattern of black tattoos that was usually spotted on her right arm.
Her light pink hair slowly settled to her shoulders again as the winds slowly died down. Her dark aura seemed to vanish as a disappointed frown passed upon her usually impassive face. “Such a pity that no one is here,” she muttered, her soft voice oddly projecting itself to sound harsh, but that was unlike her nature. Despite her standing as an Arrancar above even the normal Espada, she always remained as calm and polite as possible, perhaps even more so to her opponents than those she was familiar with.
She looked around at her surrounding with her lone eye, the other hidden behind an eye patch, which was actually the remains of her mask. They ring around her dark pupils shined a luminous cerulean color.
Upon first look, one would most likely notice that she did not seemed to be dressed appropriately for an all-out battle. She wore a black halter top that was kept on her body only by a thin string hanging around her neck and the long black ribbon that was decoratively knotted around her waist, its sends reaching to the floor and beyond. Below that, her lower abdomen was exposed, and she donned a pair of black shorts that really only covered that which it should. Her pale thighs clearly showed that she lacked sunlight. Her entire being seemed to glow with the charming light of the moon. Her fair skin could radiate from miles away. Finally, her knee-high boots shined wherever they creased when she moved, outlining the figure of her shapely legs. They had heels of four inches. She was confident in her terrible beauty. It testified to the seductive evil that was within her.
Sighing out of boredom, she began to play with her shadows, crafting an elegant black rose that she stuck into her fine hair. Then she began to shape a copy of herself, her figure at least, simply by waving with her arm in a fluid motion. With the flick of her thin wrist, her creations could come to life. And with another, they were destroyed. The shadow clone diffused before her, as quickly as it had been made.
She had received notice that her opponent would be late to arrive, for whatever reason, she did not know. She herself came earlier though, just to taste the battlefield. She enjoyed spending time in solitude and quiet just to be able to think clearly. She was not in the smallest sense impatient. In fact, she could wait forever for him to come. As her eye slowly closed, she stood alone, a slender figure in the center of the raised platform, where it would all begin sooner or later…
(Intro)
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 8:09 am
Wulf's eyes opened to a world of bright light. He needed no barrier to provide shade for those weary eyes, finding solace being immersed in light. It provided a warmth within him that could only be described as comfort: a feeling the Arrancar wasn't familiar with. The artificial lights beneath the roof of Las Noches did little more than add to the vacancy within the pit of Wulf's stomach.
But, alas, that sensation of heat was lost to him, his thoughts disrupted by a sensation upon his brow. It was neither pleasurable nor annoying; it just was, much like his own existence. As the sensation subsided, Wulf's hand opened to catch its cause, floating slowly, touching gently to his palm. Minuscule, laying in his hand, Wulf found a piece of foliage which had fallen loose from its home amongst the branches. It had been blocked off by its brethren, cut off from the light. The Arrancar ran his fingers over its surface, tracing its veins, trying to feel the vivid life he wished he, himself, had. Much like his own appearance, the leaf was soft on top. Its smooth outer layer was made for basking in the rays of the vibrant sun. However, the underside of the leaf, which was rarely seen, was quite the opposite.
Its rough surface and pale appearance had one duty: waste management. It disposed of its own excrement beneath the surface, without anyone the wiser. Was he, Wulf, truly like this leaf? Did he simply put out his own waste so that no person could see his weakness? The leaf must have been weak to fall off so easily. Is that the same existence the Arrancar desired? Did he want to dispose of his personal waste beneath the surface?
He thought not. He would be better than that leaf in the palm of his hand. That leaf was one made for basking in the sunlight, but was not big enough, nor strong enough to.
Wulf would do all in his power to bask in the glorious sun, no matter the cost; that warm comfort would be his goal. Even if for only one more fleeting moment, Wulf desired to be filled with that fire, that warmth. If it meant casting aside those in his way, Wulf would not object to doing so.
And so, Wulf turned his attention to the center of the coliseum in which he was residing. He had been laying within the canopy of its wooded edge, preparing himself for the task ahead. On the battlefield before Wulf, stood a large leaf, casting a shadow upon him. Slipping the foliage in his robes, Wulf scoffed. He would be no small leaf.
The Arrancar sonido'd his way to the metallic field and faced the shadow before him. He would remove it from his visage, and move closer to the sun.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 4:54 pm
OoC: Mango I believe went to a camp or something for a week or two. So, I guess the match will have to be judged on the intros. She told me and Rin about it, but didn't get a chance to post it or inform it.
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