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 Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:32 pm
Cziri the Lost vs. Jyushin Lyger
FIGHT!
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 10:19 pm
The fabrics of time upon a patch in the ground of the arena would begin to contort and rotate, the essence of time becoming a physical substance, a silvery liquidious material which would grow upwards in the the form of a man. Seeming as liquid metal it'd form into Jyushin's figure, and then materialize into solid matter in a single fluid rush, cascading down his figure. Here amidst a cheering crowd he'd await his opponent.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 3:37 pm
The energies and threads of the universe would splurge into existence out of the gates and would appear as, at the moment, as the flying spaghetti monster. The grotesque manner of displaying the threads would now find a more humane manner as the ball of yarn and goo would slowly transcend into a humanoid form. The threads of his body were organizing themselves in a very efficient manner.The shouts of the universe and heresies of chaos would announce the being known as Cziri, and his strange existence as a fulfilled dream and as a false being that had become real.
The strings of life and the universe itself, rapidly transmogrified into a large humanoid figure of about seven feet. His hair appeared much like like goat or sheep wool, rougher than usual and not adorned in a ornate mane form. Yes, you could call it his mane in a way, but if you have seen him before, it was not very special. Small flickers of fading jade and navy could be seen within the rough silver drapery, but again, not so much intricate as it would normally appear. There was some sort of adornment, though, small strips of green flora tied into his hair; strangely, the strips gave off a sort of glow.
His face was unscathed, there were no longer any scars dancing around his face anywhere, except for one (or two.) Marked into the now weak skin of his left eyelid and its surroundings was now a torn mark of chaos, indecently remaining opening and splurging out heresies. His soul, mind, and body became real with some slight changes. His right was open, but it seemed slightly broken in a sense (as in like a line between his iris) between what appeared to be codes of data and binary. And so, a pair of magnificent shades covered the flaws on his eyes and actually helped him see. The optics were fit with some sort of great emerald hue and composition and were finely polished gems themselves. Through them light seemed to flow as smoothly as possible along with whatever data it carried, as well as the natural flow of magic, too.
His shoulders were rather heavy and broad, but his muscles still appeared navy and sky blue draped off of his shoulders and wrapped around his body quite loosely. Within the open jacket, there was a suit forged made of some sort of fine steel and alloys and fit into a sort of light body suit that was compressed very tightly onto Cziri and acted slightly as a second skin. Don't get me wrong, there is still some cotton and fiber complementing the metallic designs. His hands appeared a slightly golden bronze, along with the rest of his skin, and appeared be unscathed with trimmed nails.
Invisible threads seem to be interwoven into his threaded body, and Cziri was waiting, charging for his opponent.
(No interrupts within entrances, please.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 3:57 pm
Speaking of Chaos...
A series of gunshots echoed across the arena, followed by screams. Long, lovely screams.
A figure was standing in the asile, holding a S&W .44 Magnum in his hand with a smoking barrel, several people laying dead with holes in their heads.
This figure, for those who don't know, was named Forrest D. Vest, and he will KICK. YOUR. a**.
Forrest’s height is possibly the most impressive part of his otherwise unimpressive height. Muscles stand out slightly under his black, baggy t-shirt, although not to the extent of being a bodybuilder. Over the black shirt he wears a Rocawear Icon Full Zip Hoody. He wears a pair of black jeans, bagging a bit around his hips, a chain wrapped around his waist, the chain itself a slightly golden color, a bit of rust on it. He wears a pair of fingerless gloves, with heavy padding on the back and a plate of steel over it, as well as his knuckles.
He has very short, deep brown hair, and his features are remotely handsome, though not to the point of being one of the guys that soaks ladies’ panties with a single glance. He has a bit of stubble on his face.
Framing his eyes are a pair of glasses with gold frames and cherry wood grain sides. The glasses will self-tint to a deep, mirrored black with
On his feet is a pair of Birdman Lugz, deluxe and patent leather edition.
A random person ran at Forrest, and promptly recived a series of blows to his gut followed by a feirce backhand with the steel-plated gauntlet, the sound of bones cracking filling the air as the blow landed.
Another person ran at him from behind and he spun around, pulling back the hammer of the S&W and pulling the trigger, the blast filling the air as the bullet met skull. The cylinder turned and the hammer was reset.
Another person ran at Forrest, and he planeted a kick right in their face, followed by a feirce one to the face. Fas then pointed down and fired, yet another headshot. This was followed by a crazy laugh from Forrest, and a announcment from a deep voice with a very slight southern accent.
"BOOM! HEADSHOT!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 9:49 pm
Jyu would only stand there, acknowledging his opponent's presence only slightly. Closing his eyes, and opening his hands down by his waist he would completely relax his mind. His perception heightening along with awareness and sensory perception. Concentrating solely on his opponent his normally racing mind would slow to a crawl. Temporal synapses within his brain would fire, triggering visual waving effect, which natural increased his temporal sensory, and visually bringing the world into slow motion.
Tethers of his mind, meta-physical appendages of his perception, would extend forth imbedding itself within the immediate time and space of his body and gradually spread throughout the arena, as to facilitate the ability to temporally effect the battle field with ease.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:57 am
Cziri would quickly flip his body about, and remove the taut constraints on the threads of his body keeping him upright. He would fold downward and arch his body into a form that resembled that of a frog ready to hop. His mind felt freer, and focused. His eyes gazed towards his opponent as they slowly shifted and synchronized with the mind and the emerald shades and basically, greatly increased his FPS and the amount of data he received and could interpret. Cziri would not be seeing light, but he would be feeling it through his flesh as well as indirectly through his right eye. His eye read and interpreted massive amounts of binary and transmitted the information to his eyes quickly. He found this process more efficient than reading images; even though his eyes saw in a strenuous 360 viewpoint, it was far easier than receiving the image and then having to spot something on it. Besides, it also could read sound and other variables without having other organs. A reasonable amount of his brain power was devoted to this, dragging support from all sections of his brain (which happen to exist in multiple places within his body via quantum processors.) To prevent technicalities and as a note, this eye can see the omniverse, but that is not online at this time; he still can see invisible energies and the such though.
A silent snicker with Cziri's mind would sound off as it locked onto a rather large object within his stash of objects that exist outside the omniverse. It was a dense "cube" of some otherworldly material that possessed a volume of 125 cubic feet, about 5 feet wide, 5 feet long, and 5 high, and ? x e. (? x e is a measurement that does not exist within this omniverse (or would I be reffering to the multiverse instead. )
The object would be force-teleported in and force whatever objects existed within the space that it had designated as its entrance point out of the the omniverse. This would normally be troublesome even if the object did not possess the strange measurement as it broke a few of the basic rules holding up the omniverse. However, because the object did possess that measurement, a sort of "dimensional crash" would occur within the vectors where the object had entered, and areas nearby. The cube had maybe materialized about a half-foot away from Jyu, or that's rather where the coordinates were originally directed to.
Now, now, Cziri would have some fun by allying with the natural control of disorder and chaos within his body and so manipulate the disorder caused by the object to completely eradicate any sort of threads that were forming and completely shift any sort of space, whatever it may be, timespace or some other sort of "space" to form a sort of void. He would also ally with the chaos by directing the crash and its effects away from him. This would be the omniverse's natural defense against any sort of object, by forming a void to stop the spread of the crash, and the effect of the crash itself by crushing vector and spatial coordinates and effectively removing them from existence. Cziri just seemed to feed off of the brooding chaos. He did not mind balance, he just strongly disliked order. Right now, during his assault, the omniverse was making sure that it was in balance, and he didn't care.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:21 pm
Time out.
He can bother with other RPing and sparring but not post within 6 days?
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