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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 9:46:51 GMT -5
"You," Dee ranted. "You."
He had searched for a long, long time. The way was long and hard and treacherous but he owed it to them, owed it to himself, owed it to a little room, bare and empty.
In his head a donkey died.
"How could you? How dare you?"
Breaking in had been... difficult. He had lost his hat, lost more than fifty percent functionality in his left arm and was tired. Oh so very tired. His only auto-revive had been stolen by some... thing. It was better not remembering that part.
In his head a rabbit bled, a flyswatter held out uselessly.
"LOOK AT ME!"
In his head a piglet ran. In his head a tiger ran and ate and gulped and could never be sated. In his head a 'roo and its mother looked onwards and over and cried and cried and died and died. In his head there was a broken pair of reading glasses.
In his head there were no more bees.
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Post by IV. Vexen on Jun 7, 2009 10:04:12 GMT -5
Vexen was very perplexed by this sudden intrusion. At first, he thought the intruder had mistaken himself for someone more... evil? But no... this small black mage seemed to have it in for him. Raising an eyebrow, and sparing a moment to stroke his chin in thought, and decided to indulge the miniature man before him. "I'm afraid," he began with a sigh, "I don't seem to recall having met you. And believe me, I'm sure I would..."However," getting up from his comfortable chair, "at the moment, that is rather irrelevant, wouldn't you say? Hmmm... oh, yes, I do believe you're rather steamed about something." The man's green eyes looked down harshly at the small intruder as his kite sheild, the Freeze Pride, came to be in a swift movement of chilly air. "Care to tell me what's on your mind before you're eliminated?" |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 10:25:36 GMT -5
"There was a forest. More a wood, really." Dee said quietly as his fists flickered with a dull red flame. He ignored the shield as he stalked forwards. He had... a ten percent chance of survival. A five percent chance at revenge. Numbers didn't lie: all he had was the long shot.
"It was the perfect story. In a different world it attached itself to the hearts of an entire generation."
He didn't care. If he bled it down to zero, he'd have a fifteen percent chance of proper revenge. If... if... if...
Fifteen wasn't that much better than five. But it was enough.
"Until you stole it."
He was closer, now. Thirty feet. Twenty-five feet. Twenty feet.
"They deserved better."
Twenty feet.
"And you deserve worse."
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Post by IV. Vexen on Jun 7, 2009 10:35:17 GMT -5
To which Vexen rose an intrigued eyebrow. "Are you refferring to Twilight Town? No..." he shook his head, whereupon his blond locks twisted similarly. "Twilight Town hasn't been set for anything particularly devastating just yet.... not like the tragedy you seem to recall. Hmm...
"...oh. Oh, oh, oh, yes!" A malicious grin quickly stole the frown that had been puzzling on his face. "I do believe you mean this little trinket."
With a flourish, the Nobody pulled out a thick book from his sleeve. It was a shadow of it's former self, a dark grey cover now enraptured the white pages it held in it's clasp. And a dark, brooding symbol of darkness, that of the Heartless, made up the front cover's appearance.
"The Hundred Acre Woods..." tut-tut-tutted the man in a tone of false sympathy. "Such a tragic ending, I suppose. Well, from your view anyway. Regardless..."
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 15:50:24 GMT -5
"You are not the storyteller." Dee ground out. He had almost compromised the Plan. Not that it was anything particularly spectacular, but-
"You. Are. Not. Even. Real."
Fifteen feet. Close enough.
Diagnostics, statistics, percentages scrolled into and out of Dee's brain. He disabled the warning menus and forced the tired muscles in his arms to lift. The left was marginally less competent than the right - but it wouldn't have the stamina for a prolonged fight.
"Zoom Zoom."
Five feet.
"Triage."
Attack speed tripled as energy was shunted from less immediately necessary locations as he leaped forwards.
"Flame on."
And that was just for style points. And for a Piglet that appreciated being told when Dee was about to make things 'g-g-go on f-f-fire'.
Dee punched.
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All of Dee's attacks will be using [Flame Impact]. Accumulated fatigue and injuries means even with Ars Arcanum he's working at only double normal attack speed.
Ars Arcanum: 1/2
Fire 1: 10/10
Shell Aura: 3/3
Sonic Thrust: 3/4
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Post by IV. Vexen on Jun 7, 2009 17:47:00 GMT -5
"Not even real?" For this obvious jab at his status as a Nobody, Vexen was incredulous. "Do I not stand before you, you little--"
That was right about when Dee suddenly moved 10 feet in an instant. It was also about the time Vexen's eyes widened.
Quickly, Vexen brought his shield up and held it close. In the same instant that the miniature mage let loose his fiery attacks, a magical barrier enveloped Vexen's entire being.
[ Prideful Impasse - One post protection; 1 post cooldown; Inf. Uses
__You did say that Flame Impact would be on everything. Given it's one ability or whatnot, it'll be that it's protecting. If you stuck in something I missed, then we can just say his shield took it. >> ]
The massive barrage of fire attacks thoroughly surprised Vexen. Squinting, the chilly academic began to rationalize the small being's power.
Of course, he realized with a start. To have made it this far, regardless of current injuries, my foe here has more power than I had dared to think possible in a being his size...
This must end quickly, lest the worst come to occur.
And with that thought, Vexen's shield began to glow a deep blue.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao