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Post by Kriven on Nov 10, 2006 22:39:16 GMT -6
Sitting on the stone seats of the colloseum, watching the battle, was a brown-haired boy around the age of sixteen. His blue eyes were focused on the two who were battling the large monster.
Don't I know them from somewhere? he thought to himself.
He looked down at his armor-covered arm, which had been shaking uncontrollably the whole time. It seemed that his arm had been urging him to join the battle down below the whole time, edging closer to the mace held by his leg.
"No... we must wait..." he whispered to himself.
He continued to study the three figures below and he soon realised that he DID know them! At least, two of them... without even thinking he stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs: "I DO KNOW THEM!"
The voice echoed around the arena, nearly everyone had heard him.
Dammit... I didn't just yell that, did I?
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Xanther
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A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during, and a courageous person after.
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Post by Xanther on Nov 11, 2006 3:53:35 GMT -6
Xanther barely held back the urge to stab at the voice.
"Urgh...please don't sneak up on me."
He turned his head slightly to get a good look a the pixie. How the hell can a pixie moderate? Ah well...
"No thanks, I'll get started right away." With a grin he walked over to the entrance of the arena and leant back against the wall.
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Post by f0n9 on Nov 12, 2006 12:19:14 GMT -6
(Xan)
"Alrighty!" The tiny sprite took off from Xanther's shoulder, leading the way to the first archway. She alit on a small wooden lever, her hand hovering over a series of buttons.
"You have a choice here," she explains, indicating the buttons. "One strong foe, or many small ones?"
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Post by Aleu on Nov 13, 2006 7:18:37 GMT -6
Okay, okay, okay. Big, heavy death coming at me from the side. Cool. He let the magic flow though his legs and into the ground, then leapt a good ten feet into the air. Wind whistling past his ears, Kapu snapped Whirr open, flipped her (Whirr has gender now ) around underneath him so that her tines were parallel to the ground. Kneeling on the body of the fan, he caught the wind and sailed over the Behemoth's head, riding Whirr to other side. A deft twist brought the fan shut, and Kapu dropped, his momentum carrying him forward. Turning in the air, the shapeshifter hit the ground with both feet, sliding backwards to a stop and taking a second to strike a dramatic pose in a crouch, Whirr outstretched to one side. The audience cheered. Kapu met Ari's eyes briefly with his own gold, wolfish ones. "I'm fine." The Behemoth coming back for another go, Kapu flew Whirr towards the arena walls to give himself time, and dove back into his pool of magic for something a bit bigger. The crowd, the Behemoth's footfalls, and whatever response Ari might have had were plunged suddenly into silence. The audience members stopped cheering for a moment, looking at each other with confused expressions. In Kapu's left hand, a bright blue sphere, about a foot in diameter and made of swirling fragments of something was quickly taking form. The silence ended, and the sounds of an indignant audience flooded the field. Kapu's magic ball condensed to the size of perhaps an orange, or a mid-sized tomato. He tossed it up a couple times, then bared (now) pointed teeth. "Ready for this?" Kapu chucked the ball up, then used Whirr to blow it up high into the air, and closer to the center of the arena. He rolled backwards to the wall, under and away from the next swing, then braced his legs and made a magically-enhanced jump once more, over the creature's face. Whirr opened, not to fly, but to attack: Kapu grabbed the handle on one end tine of Whirr, swung, and the intertia of the other tine let the weapon blossom open. He brought it in a wide, vertical arc; the sharpened tips of the middle blades buried themselves into the monster's shoulder: not a critical wound, but still enough to draw blood. Kapu dropped down, grabbing Whirr's main handle and yanking the weapon away. Sprinting forward, he grabbed the magic sphere just before it hit the ground (he was a little late), then stabbed the (closed) Whirr into the ground. Looping a long length of wire around the hilt, Kapu climbed up quickly and sprung off of the top. Pulling hard on the wire in his hand, the fan flew up. "Jump!" he yelled to Ari, then spun his fan around to blow the ball towards the Behemoth. The sonic burst, a wide, thin disc that bounced some two or three times off the protective barriers that he had set against the walls, faded before either he or Ari had hit the ground again. Looking up...
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Post by Xanther on Nov 13, 2006 13:23:51 GMT -6
Xan stared mesmorised as the pixie's fingers speeded blindingly over the buttons.
"Err...I'll fight one strong one" he replied, shaking his head vigorously. Even from here his ears picked up the sound of the croud roaring. Somewhere else he could hear the sounds of a battle going on.
I guess this must be popular. Such bloodthirsty people on this planet.
There was a loud noise, and Xanther looked up as the arena door opened...
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Post by Shiori Ailill on Nov 13, 2006 13:41:07 GMT -6
((graow... no time to create my own rp... but I think I need to give Shiori some new moves >_<U she seems kinda stale compared to the ever changing Aleu and Kapu...))
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Post by Kriven on Nov 13, 2006 14:25:50 GMT -6
(Then hop right in ) Kriven looked down at his arm, which was shaking seisurly. He watched it carelessly for a moment, then noticed his hand reaching towards the mace on it's own. "DAMN! NO!" Kriven yelled. This happened everytime something violent and powerful was nearby. The evil locked away inside of Kriven's arm found a way to escape somehow. He grabbed it with his other hand, pinning the arm to his side. He ran through the crowded stands and into the lobby, where his arm began to calm down. "The excitement from the battle must have been causing this..."
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Post by Arynielle Fallyce on Nov 14, 2006 19:31:31 GMT -6
"It's official. You're crazy," Ari said to Kapu quickly, glancing at him before she turned her gaze towards the enemy. That was quite a blast-- she'd be surprised if it escaped the pile of rubble unharmed. The dust cleared away little by little, the entire stadium completely void of cheers or cries of enthusiasm.
The tips of her fingers tingled gently; the half-elf would be ready to cast a defensive spell if the Behemoth decided to attack with its club or something more dangerous of its own. But that would only happen if it survived Kapu's devastating blow.
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Post by Shiori Ailill on Nov 15, 2006 16:44:53 GMT -6
As Shiori turns in the indicated direction, she almost plows into her moderator. Said moderator, taken a bit aback, stumbles back slightly before regaining his composure. "Er-hem, yes, right," he begins, the cultured tenor of his voice echoing out from beneath a bushy white mustache. "Tiberius Wilberforce Reginleif at your service..." he extends his hand to shake the angel's, his grip firm but warm. "I'll be your moderator for the length of your stay. ...oh, if you don't think you can remember that whole moniker, you can call me Ti. Or Reggie. Just not Wilbur," he says with a shake of the head, grimacing. "Just bad form, chap. Bad form all around." "Well, welcome to the Fourth United Sylvarant Arena, or FUSA for short," Ti (or Reggie, but not Wilbur) rambles as he leads Shiori towards the arena gates. "I assume you heard the rules; if you have any questions at all, feel free to ask now. If not, we can always start your match." "Oh excuse me!" Shiori said as she nearly bumped into Ti (or Reggie, just not Wilber). She smiled as she shook the man's hand. The angel nodded as Regin, as Shiori was determined to call him, rattled on about everything she needed to know. Towards the end when he asked about questions she glanced down to Amaro, who gave the impression that he was watching grass grow. "Um, Regin, may I call you that? Anyway, I was wondering... could animal companions fight as well?" The blue-haired angel stared intently at her moderator with her violet eyes. With the question said, Amaro started upright, his three tails stiffening for a split second. Before the duo entered the application room, she said that she was planning on fighting alone. The blue kitsune sat back down, playing with his paws in a mundrum manner. I guess she changed her mind, the night fox thought with a smirk, Fickle girl...
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Post by Whisper Shadowlight on Nov 30, 2006 16:42:18 GMT -6
((So far I've seen in the RP, Whisper didn't get an answer which I asked on page 1, lol...))
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Post by Rez Shadowlight on Dec 2, 2006 9:30:26 GMT -6
A girl with green hair walked through some halls, searching for someone, he asked some people she passed about a boy with braun hair and braun/white clothes, which is searching for a green-haired girl.
"Where can he be?" she wondered, "ooh, this really stinks."
She ran further and asked more people.
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Post by Aleu on Dec 16, 2006 21:24:14 GMT -6
Kapu stuck Whirr into the ground and shook his hands vigorously. "Ow, ow, ow, ow. That really, really smarts." The bones felt like they were still vibrating from the shock. He stuck them between his legs and squeezed tightly, shutting his eyes and trying to will the pain to go away.
"Owowowowww." It wasn't getting better: on the contrary, now it felt like there was fire running inside his marrow. "Haaaalllppppp..."
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Post by f0n9 on Dec 16, 2006 23:53:12 GMT -6
The shockwave hit, and the Behemoth went down hard. Dust covered the arena for several tense seconds. Everyone was silent.
...the dust cleared, and the Behemoth rose. But some of it stayed down.
Its entire left arm and shoulder had been severed clean off by the blow; the sundered limb lay twitching in a pile of red-brown dust. Undaunted, the Behemoth set its warclub down and hefted its own arm over its head.
In a sickening spray of gore, the Behemoth gives its arm one, then two lofts around its head, before hurling it at supersonic speed straight at Kapu. Not at his head or torso, or even his weapon arm; the appendage was hurtling directly for his leg. If one could see supersonic motion, one would be disgusted to see that the hand had spread its fingers, and was flexing and grabbing as it flew...
Not a good omen.
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Post by f0n9 on Dec 18, 2006 22:06:03 GMT -6
Forgive the doublepost. Xan stared mesmorised as the pixie's fingers speeded blindingly over the buttons. "Err...I'll fight one strong one" he replied, shaking his head vigorously. Even from here his ears picked up the sound of the croud roaring. Somewhere else he could hear the sounds of a battle going on. I guess this must be popular. Such bloodthirsty people on this planet. There was a loud noise, and Xanther looked up as the arena door opened... The portcullis ratcheted upwards, exposing a bare, sandy field flanked by marble walls. Stone bleachers stretched back from the tops of the walls, each bench filled with cheering spectators. The field, contrary to expectation... is empty. "Well? Go on!" the pixie urges, nudging you with all the force of a thrown paperclip. "They're not gonna let your opponent out on an empty field, y'know..." "There is no set tournament," the blonde behind the counter replied, absently twirling a lock of hair. "Each victory you have, you receive a medal. Medals can be redeemed for better medals, better medals can be redeemed for prizes... you get the picture. There's a new fight started every ten minutes." "As for equipment," the dragonkin added, "there is no restriction on equipment. Of any form. Magickers are permitted, as long as you use no area of effect spells that could harm the audience or your moderator. Other than that we have no restrictions, with the exception of instant-death spells, weapon effects, and items, such as the Soulwrench Gauntlet. They're... unsporting." "I'm Sera Mordenkain," she introduces herself, bowing with catlike grace. "I'll be your moderator during your stay here. Do you have any questions?" "Well, hello, I'm Whisper Shadowlight," Whisper said confused, "every ten minutes, well, that's quick, what if someone's still hurt?" Whisper said, pressing his hand to his mouth, "also, are archers allowed to enter the tournament? Because I'm an archer." "Well, then they go get themselves healed! We have a fully functioning medwing. And of course archers are allowed, silly!" Sera replies with a smile. "I'm an archer myself, actually. Shall we get you entered in an event?"
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Post by Ryuu on Dec 18, 2006 22:26:25 GMT -6
The main doors to the coliseum opened, and a man around average height--taller than some, shorter than others--stepped through. His boots clicked against the porcelain floor of the main hall, and dust from the road littered from his clothing, marring the polished surface slightly.
He approached the front desk with an overconfident grin on his face. With every step, the halberd on his back rattled appropriately against the armless leather armor he wore. He stopped on the desk, resting one elbow on the fine oak, and brushing one hand through his messy hair, shaking out what dirt might have still have been caught in it from sleeping outside the night before. His green eyes sparkled with a child-like excitement as he waited for the receptionist to address him.
Looking around, he saw many people covered in thick layers of heavy armor. He could never understand how they could even move in such stuff. Keeping his arms bare, and his legs lightly armored, that's how he fought. He had some light leather armor guarding his chest, and a knee protector on his left leg, and a shin guard on his right. That set up had done him well, and he'd continue to use it until it finally had a flaw. Well, if he didn't die at least.
And, speaking of those prim-and-proper knightly types that were wandering around(probably here to earn some knightly valor to woo some princess somewhere, he thought with a chuckle), it never ceased to amaze him how they thought that their silly sword stances and techniques would fare well in combat. In a real fight, you needed to be as flexible as your enemy, and if there was anything he knew, it was that monsters are flexible.
He looked from participant from participant, sizing them up against himself. Figuring that none of them would be a particular threat in any situation, he shrugged and looked back towards the receptionists. One of them seemed to be approaching him now, and his grin grew larger and more mischievous.
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