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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:41 am
Gaia Towns Gaia Towns is the largest gated community in Gaia, the brainchild of the Gaia Housing Commission in an attempt to stem the tide of homelessness and overpopulation that once plagued Gaia. As it is the largest gated community in Gaia, it's nearly impossible to police with conventional security forces, and so breaking into the facility is exceedingly easy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:14 pm
Gaia Towns, it was a simple place that never really interested Zen enough to visit for extended periods, often filled with annoying noobs who'd hit you up for cash non-stop, Zen didn't have time for that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:19 pm
Like the mountains in which he just came from Zen scanned the area briefly, no mables were easily spotted if any were around at all, Zen yawned and looked about getting a few thoughts in his head. Zen was considering breaking into a couple homes in search marbles, undecisive Zen flipped a coin. Heads he'd break into a few homes, tails he'd proceed to the South Gate.
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Zen Rider generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
1!
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:22 pm
((Post proceeding this action. Heads=1 Tails=2))
"I guess I'll be breaking into a few random homes, three should suffice Zen replied. the first was a small tan on mahogany colored home, the was the one right in front of him as he flipped the coin, it appeared to be void of people at the moment and an easy target. Zen pryed a side window open and let himself in, that's when he began his search.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:41 pm
Wandering through Towns, he spotted an opponent. A challenger. Someone who would knock him down from his title of 'champion.' Bisen would have none of that.
Dodging behind a corner, the black-clothed fighter focused his energies. It seemed unlikely that Zen had spotted him, and he wanted to press his advantage.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:45 pm
((Can't I sense marbles in my vacinity?))
Yep, Zen didn't noticed him at all and continued on with his own buisness. After climbing into the house Zen began the search, the first room would be the one he entered, and that appeared to be the master beed room. He ripped this room apart, searching high and low. Whenever the family that resided here returned they'd be ever so pissed to find their home in shambles, only to have nothing stolen but a marble if they had one.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:47 pm
((No. That isn't what the sense is. You have an instinct: if you can sense someone normally (sight, sound, touch... taste?, etc.), then you can tell if he or she has a marble.))
When Zen exitted, Bisen would be crouched--upside down--underneath the roof shingles above Zen's head, all bat-like and stuff.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:54 pm
After the home invasion Zen was ready to exit the home, nothing. Zen pryed the window open and exiited trhough the kitchen window. As he jumped down and closed the window back he realized he forgot to close the master bedroom window. "Oh snaps I didn't come out of this window, What the hell?" Zen leaped back several feet at the sight of some guy dangling from underneth the shingles upside down. "Who the hell are you!?!" Zen questioned, pointing up to the weirdo.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:05 pm
Bisen sprung to the ground without a word, twisting mid-air to land upright. Rebounding the momentum when he touched down, he shot an uppercut at Zen's chin, keeping his left hand ready to defend himself.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:11 pm
"Your messing with the wrong guy buddy!" Zen's arms went up into a peek-a-boo blocking style, but he didn't intend on blocking. Zen instantly shifted his body to his left to avoid Bisen's right, Zen's close range dashing speed was quite effective in this situation, despite being brazed in his left shoulder by the middle and index knuckles. Zen quickly whiffed his upper body back towards Bisen after the attack, left already pulled back as he rose to connect with a liver blow to Bisen.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:15 pm
This guy was fast.
Still, Bisen remained unintimidated. He crossed his fist just to his own left from the uppercut, giving him the positioning to launch a chop to Zen's temple almost the instant Zen popped back up.
As for the liver blow, that's what his other hand was for. Bisen swept Zen's fist off to his left (Zen's right) with an open-palmed block.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:31 pm
Bisen frowned, his hand pierced by the blood-spike. Pulling his hand back, consequences be damned, he fell into a crouch with Zen.
Blood manipulation...
And there was the blade. Zen wasn't the only fast one, and Bisen responded by grabbing for Zen's blade-hand with his own left, intending to prevent the strike from every reaching.
With his bloodied hand, he went for an open-palmed strike against Zen's chest. There was no real force behind the strike, he just wanted to get his palm on the man for a moment...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:39 pm
"Heh, it's not smart to grab me." Zen thought to himself, as his arm was stopped he cancelled the blade, he could have shot off what he produced but decided against it. The area of Zen's arm which was grabbed would produce spikes as soon as pressure was applied, the same went for his back, even if no power was applied Zen's back would have numerous spikes protruding from it, most likely stabbed through Bisen's hands, if this went on the way Zen planned and Bisen was unable to counter, he would follwed through by spinning his own body 360 degrees, ripping Bisen's hands to s**t.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:45 pm
Bisen's grip remained true, in spite of the blood spikes. Presumably Zen meant that the spikes would come from his chest, where Bisen's all ready bleeding right hand was now pressed. Still, Bisen did not pull away.
"Shunsui Dairan," Bisen would murmur, before his blood--intermingled with Zen's blood--would burst into flame, following the chain of blood into Zen's body.
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