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| Eldin Chaosin |
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| Deity |
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| Total Votes : 2 |
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 Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 11:41 am
Eldin Chaosin vs. Deity
FIGHT!
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 10:14 pm
::The vast colosseum is filled with only the buzz of idle conversation amongst spectators, the arena itself empty. A few minutes pass before Deity finally arrives, seeming to just pop up in a similar position as he did last time, some one hundred feet from the north wall behind him.
Looking as young as his late teens, the slender boy stands at just over 6'4", what skin is visible being of a very pale color. His long black hair spikes to the right, shorter locks aimed up and backward at the left of his scalp. A blood red headband is wound over his brow, foggy one-way lenses in his glasses concealing his eyes. Crossing from the bridge of his nose across his right cheek is a marred line of darkened skin, a scar.
Deity's clothes consist of a fitted dark red tanktop, a skintight grey suit underneath that reaches his shoulders and halfway up his neck. Strapped around the left side of his chest and his right shoulder is a belt, connected to a metallic black sheath behind him. The scabbard is four feet long, a majestic fourteen inch-long hilt extending from over his right shoulder. What look like steel-padded armor plates line the leather sleeves that cover his arms from just above the elbow to his palm, the thin alloy slabs lining the entire surface of his forearm while still maintaining free movement of his arm and wrist. While the gloves within his armored gauntlet have the fingers cut out, a soft grey material is worn underneath to conceal his fingertips as well.
Over his tucked-in shirt is a pair of blue denim pants, loose enough to collect into baggy wrinkles around his knees; his jeans are overlapped by a pair of shin and knee guards, very similar in appearance and build to that of his arm guards. The leather sleeves to which the plates are attached go down a few inches over his black leather boots - strapped around the soles - so as to provide limited protection to his feet. A black belt-like strap connected to his normal belt hangs down over his right hip; it holds up the dull sheath of what looks like another sword behind his hips, the black cloth-bound handle curved slightly. This scabbard stretches only two and a half feet in length, more or less resembling a katana.
Standing silently by himself, the tall stranger slips his gloved fingers into his pockets, his heels together. He makes no moves or sounds as he awaits his new opponent's arrival; the boy anticipates his match, interested in the character intending to face him.::
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 11:59 am
There was a loud explosion from the south gate and a huge amount of dust blasted in towards the arena, clogging the view of the passageway completely.
"Ya-Ha!"
Out of the smoke came a man swinging on a rope. He seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling wide along with his yell. He was wearing a large blue coat most commonly seen on sailors and the like. In fact, his entire ensemble seemed to be sea-inspired. That was fairly obvious when one took note of the fact that he was wearing some painfully cliche items such as an eye patch over his right orb and a large hat with a skull and crossbones upon it. He was holding onto the rope with his left hand and feet, the right hand held off to the side brandishing a cutlass to the air that moved past it as he swung. The outfit had been acquired in its entirety from a pirate captain with a ghost problem. After this tournament contestant had aided the swashbuckler in their plight, even though he hadn't actually been asked to, he had claimed one set of clothes from the captain's wardrobe as his reward. Not without some retaliatory trouble and a daring escape from the ship, of course. Maybe if he hadn't chosen the ones the man had been wearing at the time things would have gone a little smoother.
What that rope was doing there was highly questionable, but apparently the person had used a spike on the end of the rope to stick it into the ceiling of the gate within the cover of the dusty smokescreen. It was not a very secure anchor. That fact was made clearer when the rope broke out of its hold in the stone and the man was sent falling towards the ground at the farthest point of his swing. The man's left eye visibly opened in a combination of surprise and question to reveal an iris coloured deep red before he yelped slightly before gravity imposed its law upon the poor wingless being.
After tumbling the short distance through the air the man's back hit the sand-covered stone floor hard, causing him to be laying out flat as the rope came to a rest, the cutlass skidded off to the side and his hat floated down some distance behind him. With that article of clothing removed his short silver-coloured hair was more easily seen. What couldn't be seen anymore was the red colouring of his eyes since the lids were closed and had been since impact. The flamboyant one's mouth was left open, supposedly from the gasp caused by impact to his back.
A few seconds later the man's eyelids snapped open and his form sat up abruptly. A smile slowly crept onto his face before he started laughing quite loudly. He was lost in a rather intense fit of the stuff as he lazily removed his eye patch and tossed it over by the cutlass. Still laughing, assuming no interruption(Though he'd probably keep laughing even if he was interrupted), he slowly forced himself up on to his feet. He seemed rather shaky on them and his shoulders hunched forward in rising thrusts from the activity as he continued laughing, which must have been at nothing but his own actions considering the circumstances.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 5:44 pm
::The room echoes with only the newcomer's laughter for a few seconds, the tall Orinian just standing there in silent disbelief at the boy's antics. Is he serious?[/sweatdrop] At first glance, it seems hard to believe that he made it through two rounds. He's liable to kill himself before he lets anyone else do it. Then again, each of Deity's opponents has ended up being much different than their appearances imply, whether they turn out being formidable opponents or complete letdowns. The proof is there: one should not judge a book by its cover.
Unsure of when this person will quiet down, the Mystic Tonepian makes no effort to speak up, only raising his right index and middle fingers together in a salute from his forehead. His left hand slips from his pocket and grips the scabbard behind his waist, his right hand lowering to hold the hilt of his sword as well. At least this will be entertaining, if nothing else.::
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 7:02 pm
This being, who stole the name Eldin from the man who created a copy of his own body to contain a dangerous spirit, kept laughing, though he managed to open his eyes long enough to catch the salute while he was bent over and resting his hands above his knees. He managed a slight wave efore returning to his support position against falling over.
If let be the laughter would eventually slow to a considerably sized chuckle, enough for Eldin to stand up relatively straight, wipe some liquid from his eyes and take his first decent look at his opponent.
"Yo," he offered in an amused voice with another slight wave, this one from his left hand. His right was reaching over his chest to grab the blue coat at the point above his left arm after having slipped out of its sleeve. As the wave ended he pulled the coat off of himself from the front and then flung it behind himself in one motion. It wasn't at a speed that he was trying to look flashy or anything. He was still slowed down from a lingering fit of the giggles.
With the horrifying parody of pirate fashion out of the way Eldin's usual dress was revealed. A grey, sleeveless martial arts gi with wrinkled blue pants that only went to below his knees. His usual blue sandals were being worn within the heavier boots he'd entered with and would be revealed after he kicked them off after his coat was gone. On his forearms were two black metallic items that resembled beetle shells at first glance. They appeared to be arm guards of some sort, but also had small slits above his wrists where hidden blades were produced when the mechanism inside was activated.
The Orinian's opponent had basically left a trail of clothing, as well as rope, from the entrance gate to his current position. One might almost expect him to be nude by this point.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:50 am
::Deity sighs softly with a bit of a smile on his face, somewhat amused by his opponent's actions. He's not sure exactly what to make of this man, shaking his head while stifling a chuckle of his own. With Eldin beginning to remove his clothes in preparation for battle, Deity figures he should do the same. Bringing his palms to his sides, he bows slightly to the man, a tender voice calling out just loudly enough for him to hear.::
...good luck.
::The quiet Tonepian stands up straight once more, his countenance always facing in Eldin's direction. Stepping to bring his left side forward, his thick sole hits the ground with a dense thud, his right boot shifting further away without leaving the ground. His guarded right hand tucked above his Hayahanekon sword behind his waist, the Mystic Orinian extends his left arm, palm up, toward his future adversary.
Tilting his head gently down, he keeps his vermillion orbs on Eldin, his gaze hidden as he waits - either to attack or be attacked.::
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:53 pm
"So much for fighting as a pirate his match," Eldin chuckled to himself once fully free of his special outfit. His laughter seemed to have died down enough for him to be able to speak, at least.At the sound of his opponent's voice Eldin looked over and then raised his right hand before waving it back and fourth with an odd amount of enthusiasm.
"Same to you buddy!" he yelled exuberantly while looking like a seven year old waving to his parents after winning a spelling bee.
"Now then," he thought out loud as his hands moved to his sides and his gaze dropped slightly. He looked like he was thinking. "How to start things off..."
The fingers of his right hand snapped as his face lit up from inspiration.
"I got it!"
Eldin looked behind himself randomly for a moment before running over to where his cutlass had fallen. He retrieved the simple weapon with his right hand then turned to face Deity, holding it high and above his head behind him.
"YAHA!" he yelled again as he ran in a straight line towards his opponent, showing absolutely no signs of defensive strategy. Or logical offensive strategy either for that matter. Once close enough he would swing the cutlass down over his head upon the Mystic Orinian with all the strength and speed his athletic but ultimately human body could muster and all the fury his simple metal weapon was capable of.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 1:07 pm
::The tall boy blinks a few times, unsure of how seriously he should take this attack. Probably, not at all. As Eldin runs toward him, Deity maintains his stance, only shifting his left leg to the side a little. As the downward strike comes, Deity sidesteps to his left, swinging the respective arm inward over and behind Eldin's attack. The inside of his armored gauntlet glances against the back of the sword as it comes down, the Orinian's fist balling and quickly jerking in the opposite direction of the attack. A light, metal-padded backhand to the chest aims to send Chaosin stumbling in the opposite direction that he charged from, Deity's left arm drawing back to his body after the punch.::
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 3:56 am
Eldin missed, got hit, stumbled, then fell over onto his face in the sand. He did all this in a very unimpressive fashion, one might add, with noticeable comic-effect flailing of his arms and wide-eyed surprise despite how obvious the situation was. Apparently the man cared more about making a laughingstock out of himself than actually fighting.
While he lay there while, possibly literally, eating dirt, his opponent would have a huge window of opportunity to hit him with just about anything. It wouldn't be for a few seconds before Eldin would start pushing himself up with his arms and look back at his opponent, and even then he wouldn't stand up yet. He'd probably say something like "Woah, dude. Are you like... a ninja or something?" before spitting the sand out of his mouth.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:02 pm
::Standing up again by straightening his long legs, the tall Orinian only relaxes his stance, keeping his right arm behind his waist and just above his sheathed Hayahanekon, letting his left arm drop loosely to his side. Again with a soft tone, Deity's voice is now above only a whisper in volume.::
No....Deity knows a few ninja, though.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:32 am
"Oh man," Eldin said as he got fully back up. "If you were a ninja I'd have had to put my pirate suit back on for sure. Too bad."
Eldin used his right pinky to remove a few last grains of sand before turning to face Deity again. He moved his body into have looked like a genuine fighting stance this time, his right side and foot facing towards his opponent with hands curled into fists and angled 90 degrees at the elbows towards the Orinian.
"Okay, this time you come at me!" he said happily as if a child playing his favourite game.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:52 pm
...uhhm...
::Deity inwardly remarks at the oddness of his opponent, finding him a bit more interesting each time he opens his mouth. Still, the boy seems to be ready this time. Raising his left arm and bringing his hand forward to point toward Eldin, the tall Tonepian retakes a sturdier stance, stepping to a distance of only a yard from his opponent. He stays very still for a few moments, only the gentle pulse of his chest as he breathes showing any sign of movement.
With a spray of sand and the grinding of stone, he steps deftly forward with his left leg, his right stretching with his foot staying in place. Bringing himself lower with his left knee bent, he curls in his left arm and jabs his armored elbow heavily toward Eldin's stomach. The force is much more significant than the backhand from before - at least enough to put a nasty dent in a car door - but it is also somewhat faster.::
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 9:45 am
Eldin was expecting a frontal attack considering the stance Deity was assuming so close to him, but unfortunately was not fully prepared for his opponent's choice to move "somewhat faster" this time.
The boy's sandal-clad feet readied his weight to lurch backwards and lessen the momentum of impact from the incoming blow, and a split second later Eldin's hands were closing in to impede the progress of Deity's advance. The reaction wasn't quick enough to shake off most of the damage but he did absorb some of it before the metal contacted his garment-covered flesh. Though losing some of the wind form his lungs Eldin used his grip on the arm to pull backward as his body shifted to his left while his left leg slid out in the direction of his opponent's foot. the action caused him to sink low to the earth as he stretched his leg across the sand towards his target, hoping to pull Deity off his feet and knock him off-balance enough to get the Orinian to the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 10:58 am
OOCViper: >_>
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Well, I promised myself I wasn't going to pay a damn bit of attention to this crap-tournament anymore. But seriously, IC vs. Deity?
XD YAY!
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:16 pm
<< xD >>
::Though somehow doubting such an effort would pull him to the ground - resisting or not - Deity finds simply standing and watching Eldin fall over to be a bit dull. As though tugging at a rope tied around a massive boulder, Eldin would no doubt sense a great amount of weight on the Orinian, as though he does indeed weigh a few tons. As his leg slides in to strike, Deity leans just slightly into the pull, keeping his left side into it as he twists his own left arm inwardly so as to aim his forearm down, elbow still caught buy his opponent.
Not having to reach too far due to the fact that both competitors are so close and low to the floor, the tall boy's gloved hand grabs ahold of Eldin's left ankle as it reaches his shielded leg. Gripping it tightly, he uses the leverage of his heavy right boot to forcefully pull Eldin's weight back toward him, mainly only aiming to lift his leg. If done so successfully, still leaned a ways to his left, he holds his adversary's foot just over a yard from the floor. Deity then wastes no time in taking his right arm from behind his waist - hand flattened, fingers together, and thumb in his palm - and swinging a heavy chop to the outside of Eldin's left knee.
The blow is strong enough to snap something on a normal man....but this guy did survive that would-be trapeze leap without any apparent lasting injuries.::
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