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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:49 pm
A large circular room, reached only by a portal lies before you. Its lights are flicking torches, flaming merrily in their brackets, the walls are red, as if coated in dried blood, while seats lie around the base. On the celing, is a mechinism, holding two gold orbs.
"Its simple." A voice states softly, a repeated message, "I grow weary of waiting for a contestant ontop of that windy tower. I desire a bout of no rules no holds good old fashioned slaying. over your head are two gold orbs. One each. Fear not. Should you die, you will return."
In the corner, a shadow moved to reveal Jaenelle Blackheart, "Do you accept my challange?"
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:43 pm
Stepping past the double doors, a sound could be heard, then another, the sound of booted steps, and the sound of the doors closing behind. Looking about, the figure found himself on a bridge, which, looked like it would fall apart under any given moment, so the figure drew into the lights. Hair as black as night could be seen, as well as eyes that held a sapphire's glint, and a couple more steps shown his body -- slender, but built with an athletic touch, and a familiar smile. Hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, the lad whistled at the flames dancing in their brackets, and smiled. Something about this place seemed familiar to him, but he stopped thinking when he heard the female's challenge. Slowly, he came into view, and more could be seen, such as the holes in his jeans, and the amulet around his neck. Yes, this lad was anything, if not determined, but it was when he spoke that showed him as a youngster -- another one of society's ills that they refused to clean off the streets...but, would one really be so sure of his motives and actions hidden within?
So...seems the voices ain't just my head hurting, the rather brash young lad began, holding his head as if he were about to do a villain's laugh, bowing it, before he let go, raising it up to the female again, continuing on, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he kicked a rock off the side of the bridge. Guess the old lady was right, and I should be careful of things that go bump in the night. It was here that he cut off, for in his eyes, was a glint of light only two others could get, one not being from the human world, and the other defending it. Looking up to the golden orbs, he crossed his arms, nodding as he drew back a stance, a faint mist of crimson shown on his back, a skeletal shape taking form as he grasped it, drawing a familiar notched blade. Using his other hand, he held it out, as if to say 'stop', bringing it to face himself, before curling his fingers in a 'bring it on' motion. But what they soon forget is that I can bump back, so quite frankly, girly, I could care less about coming back, cause I know the only one takin' a trip off this thing is you. Shall we dance?
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 4:50 pm
Jaenelle glanced over her shoulder as someone entered. It'd taken long enough. She carelessly tossed a red lock over her shoulder, letting it swing behind her shoulder, "Well well. Its my cousin, of all people. You wish to dance with the daughter of the sadist?" She turned, hair trailing over her shoulder again. "I accept."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 12:37 pm
Sadist? the son of Dante questioned, his sarcasm ignored by the statement that followed. Eyes glinting his itch to play, Darkness knew he couldn't just dive in -- that was his father's style, and had to find his own, leaning on the edge of one of the flame brackets. The way dad speaks of yours, you'd think he was his sidekick. Now as for this dance, I guess I should warn you right? the teenager grasped the skeletal blade again, bringing it to the front of himself, but the eyes wouldn't open. Surprised by this, the teenager waved it a couple times as if he were attacking, but still to no avail, Darkness now getting slightly annoyed, as he hit the blade against the rails of the bridge. Geez, how did dad get this damned thing to... he thought aloud, but, before he could finish, the eyes snapped open and the blade flipped from his hand, coming back down in a 'somersault' pattern for the teenager.
Diving to the side, he rolled to his feet, though, when he tried to stand, he found his jacket pinned by the blade, its face in a twisted smile, and eyes open. Aww, Mundus balls! he cursed, struggling to get the blade off his jacket, several attempts knocking the teenager as far back as his pinned jacket would allow. Heaving a rather frustrated sigh, he grasped the hilt again, both hands trying to raise it out, but it seemed it was stuck fast, and the teenager would have to rip his jacket, which is exactly what Darkness did. Inching forward to the female, the skeletal form leaned down before the sharp blade tore through the fabric, Dark now standing to pick it up, shaking himself off from the 'shock'. Pointing the blade's tip to her, he smiled once more, as familiar now as his sarcasm, as he spoke this time to her. Yeah, I know dad's gonna have my head, but like I said, girly...I guess I should warn ya first. The only moves I know are more 'break dance'. Hope you're a good teacher.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 6:27 pm
Jaenelle drew her own weapon. The sword glittered blue, its form flickering between forms. She calmly regarded the male, amusement glittering across her eyes at the sight of his struggle with the weapon. I'll need to be one hell of a teacher to teach with the original Youtube material.
Shaking her head, the female twirled the sword again, remaining still. Her Uncle, James, would have already lashed out. The boy would have been dead already. She wasn't her uncle.
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