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 Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:06 pm
Among the many other things here, there was a stadium... Puff Stadium, shocking pink and towering high into the sky, the once serrated blades at the corners of its spires now coated with a thick pink substance, foamy and incredibly resilient. Four spires, topped with what seemed to be gumballs, walls stretchign between them like loosely hung hammocks, a great, smoothed out bowl of an arena at the center of it all. There were no seats here. One did not spectate at Puff Stadium. You wantwed to watch, you joined in the fight. And of course, you were subject to the absurd conditions of the entire compoud, ruled by the effects of its peculiar "idiocy field". Welcome to Puff Stadium. Enjoy your vacation from work, people. We only spit in the coffee once for every time you look at us. Current Data
Weather Conditions: Rain Of Trout. Extreme Heat. Torrential Rains Of Antifreeze Expected.
Stadium Setup: Smooth as a well oiled, sexy a** bitches posterior. Three dozen pink beachballs, made of unidentifiable and nigh indisctructible material, are place haphazardly around the area. The sloping walls of the "bowl" are waxed, so good luck climbing them.
Other: Teleportation isn't even possible without spontaneous combustion. Gravity is half normal, the effects of friction have been made near negligible. No "negation" techniques. This means that all nullifying powers are useless, and opposed elements do NOT cancel out.
Combatants Present:
Maria Kir V.1.1
Peppa Clause
Mr. Red
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:35 pm
Far away, the Jedi had decided to sleep. It wasn't often Peppa decided to sleep, he usually restored his own energys and such. It was only when he wanted to clear his mind or just got tired of watching his wife sleep that he too decided to sleep.
Yet he had appearantly woken up in a alley, being dragged by naked clowns. He was oddly in his full gear for combat, even his lightsabre which he rarely carried. Not too many people liked it, couldn't imagine why to be honest but why not. Yet the oddest thing of all was.
He wasn't shocked.
If anything, he was getting memories from his cricus days, which didn't involve NAKED clowns but clowns nonetheless. They even seemed familiar but than again all clowns looked the same in a general sense, y'know.
By the time he thought of struggling, he was within the arena.
Yo...
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:39 pm
Before him stood a figure, its skin entirely bare, a bulky, unweildy looking helmet encasing its cranium. It was no more than fifteen feet away, but something suggested terrible, terrible distance beyond that of the real.
There was something about that helm...somehow, it seemed more like a binding, a cage, rather than a form of defense. As Peppa gained his bearings, the thing, its side to him, turn its skull to face him. A strange sound issued from it, like thick steel cable grinding across pavement. A sound terribly incongruent with the creature's thin, vaguely childlike and bare feminine figure.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:59 pm
Ebil Mecha Pup Before him stood a figure, its skin entirely bare, a bulky, unweildy looking helmet encasing its cranium. It was no more than fifteen feet away, but something suggested terrible, terrible distance beyond that of the real. There was something about that helm...somehow, it seemed more like a binding, a cage, rather than a form of defense. As Peppa gained his bearings, the thing, its side to him, turn its skull to face him. A strange sound issued from it, like thick steel cable grinding across pavement. A sound terribly incongruent with the creature's thin, vaguely childlike and bare feminine figure.
Yo again....
Pep' would eye the woman quickly before resting his eye on the helmet on her head. It was a odd sight, she was moderatly attractive, y'know hard to tell with all of this whatnot happening. Hell he couldn't even find any grips on the space time.
Something was odd here.
Something tells me that I'm going to find myself using this damned thing.
Which he was referring to his lightsabre ofcourse. Lightly resting in his right hand, his spiritual senses for the most part were on a the skitzer. Tho' he seemed to still have his danger senses going on. What a odd moment.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 7:08 pm
The figure stayed silent and immobile, watching him coldly. It seemed quite immune to this odd rain of trout, as they simpyl slid off to the side as soon as they came within two feet of her. How peculiar...
Peppa, on the other hand...well, lets just note that falling trout pelting you stings like hell...
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:41 pm
The reddish figure had been approaching the area as it walked along a street. As it walked over a manhole, a trigger was suddenly activated. The manhole loosened, and the spring under it propeled him into the air. To his luck, he was sent towards the arena, where he managed to catch one of the slopes on the arena. Like a hockey puck from hell, along with aid from the trout, he looked like a child on the ultimate slip and slide. The red blur was digging his hands and feet in as much as possible, gradually slowing down.
(Spelling errors fixed)
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:48 pm
Maria remained impassive, trout ricocheting off of the invisible field around her. What interest did this red blur pose to her?
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:58 pm
The red blur slowed down, and slowly came to a halt. The figure got up, almost passive to the fact that this had just happened. What did it care? IT gave itself a quick diagnostics check on itself, unsheathed a long sword about four feet held in his left hand, and an mp5 in te other. It gave a look around and noted that, yes, it was being pelted by trout. But past the rain of fish, he could make out two figures. One which seemed to stand there. It must enjoy the fish. But another figure seemed to have the fish avoiding it. It leveled the mp5 at the figure with the aversion to the fish and pulled the triggr, letting a few rounds fly towards it. The bullets would be filled with Tetrodotoxin, a paralyzing toxin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:02 pm
As the bullets lashed through the air, they would collide with an unseen force, tossed aside as if they had been swatted out of the air.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:05 pm
That was interesting. He watched the heat signals the bullets had been giving off, and they had been repelled. Well, this should be interesting. The red figure approached the woman, on the lookout for anything she or the other figure might do.
((Do you have a profile for her? I don't remember this character.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:10 pm
Suddenly, as if a glass tunnel had appeared between the red figure and Maria, the trout were thrown aside, knocked away by something hurtling toward Mr. Red.
((XD Sorry, no profile. New charra. Remember the music video with fem-Ebby? Yeah.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:15 pm
The red figure fell onto it's back, the sword pointed diagonally and the gun going off in that direction. But as he fell, he wasn't met with normal ground. It was a soft, liquidy substance. Tapioca to be exact. And the figure would basically be jammed in it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:18 pm
Ironically, whatever the thing was, it saved Mr. Red's life, knocking aside a two tonne wheight that appeared above him as he sunk into the tapioca. How odd.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:20 pm
This was bad. He was completely stuck in the tapioca, seemingly sinking further down, as he lashed about, losing his sword, but holding onto the gun. He seemed to be maintaining his level, but he'd be damned if he knew how to get out of tapioca.
((Edit: Forgive the mild retardedness of this post, fixed.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:27 pm
Maria paused, turning slowly toward Mr.Red's pool of tapioca. Her intent? Unknown.
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