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Post by Xiggy on Aug 7, 2009 3:09:29 GMT -5
[Hooray, mission start! Org Spectators are allowed to comment and/or insult the two fighters, but are not allowed to interfere. Do so, and Xigbar will have to choke a bitch. ^^]
Formally, it was Organization XIII. Though to a lot of the original six, it was always Organization VI. Number II though, could easily recall every single last one of the entire Organization, their names, their powers, and match it all to their faces with little problem, despite the superiority complex many of the original members held. He had, after all, collected and rounded up the majority of these seven members. He had ordered some of their naming rituals himself, though that job was largely up to Xemnas. One might call this laid back gunner the bond connecting the original six to the newer seven members. And this one, this one he remembers quite well. His slippery little friend…
“Demyx!” Standing on top of the roof of an abandoned village deep in Ancient China’s mountains, Xigbar the Freeshooter looked around with a single yellow eye, surveying the grim and charred setting. “Man, you sure picked a dump this time…” The houses looked to be recently ransacked with doors hanging precariously on single hinges and personal items of the villagers scattered here and there, abandoned like confetti on after New Years. A coating of fresh snow covered the smell of char and burnt wood. The ground was now slick with black ice, slippery and hard to walk on.
Challenges were frequent in the Organization, though Xigbar was more than ‘surprised’ when he heard who exactly had answered his call to battle. The young nobody with a meek demeanor, preferring to hide in his room rather than socialize with the all too formal members of the Organization. He might have mustered up enough gusto to have a friendly little skirmish with Freeshooter, but Xigbar on the other hand, had decided to take it easy on their poor little future rock star.
He brandished his hair dryers, one in each hand, generously supplied by Marluxia, of course. Though he’d have to sneak them back into the Assassin’s bathroom once this is finished. But with a little bit of work from Vexen, the two hairdryers in his hand held as much potential as his Gunarrows, if not as menacing. Swirling one like a gun, Xigbar pushed the on button. It sprung to life and out shot a burst of hot air, straight and true like his normal laser bullets. It’ll be just like playing paintball…
“Come on, IX, no time to dilly dally!”
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Post by IX. Demyx on Aug 7, 2009 12:09:42 GMT -5
Demyx walked out from behind a destroyed house, and said "I picked a dump? I thought you picked the place to fight."
And then, he brought out Prince Custom, his favorite tennis racket in response to Xigbar's stolen hairdryers. The racket, while it looked like his real racket, was actually the size of his sitar and wouldn't break under normal circumstances.
He smiled at Xigbar and responded to his challenge, "Okay then, let's go!" He form a ball of water in his hand, and used the racket to swat it at the Freeshooter.
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Post by Xiggy on Aug 11, 2009 4:54:06 GMT -5
"Details, details, shiiish," Xigbar hissed with a grin and wagged a finger at the younger nobody. "No one cares about details in a little brawl."
His grin however, slipped slightly when he saw the giant sized racket. Hmm...no one told him this was going to be a tennis match. Crossing his arms, Xigbar raised an eyebrow and sucked on his incisors. How to break it to his little delicate Nocturne. Subtly, Xigbar, subtly...
"I don't think we're here for your pansy sporting tastes," Xigbar shook his head, shrugging. "Besides, I don't think I've ever even laid hands on a tennis racket."
Just then, a ball of water was swung towards his direction. Taking a huge step to the left, Xigbar glanced at the incoming waterball and just as it reached where he used to be, the nobody fired at the ball, splitting it down the middle. Water splashed down, useless.
"I guess we can play tennis if you want." And with that...he took a step towards Demyx. The air behind Demyx seemed to bend and ripple, as if it was a watery surface, and suddenly, Xigbar appeared, no more than six feet away from the Nocturne. "Heads up!" Bang bang, two shots of air bullets, one from each of the hair dryers. [/blockquote] |
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Post by IX. Demyx on Aug 11, 2009 12:01:08 GMT -5
Demyx let out a yelp, and rolled under the air blasts, barely avoiding the blasts of hot air, but getting close enough to Xigbar to attack.
"Hey, I happen to tennis!" He said this as he swung his racket, and a wall of water exploded under Xigbar's feet, as Demyx tried to send him into the air. "It's not a pansy sport at all!"
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Post by Xiggy on Aug 11, 2009 17:16:29 GMT -5
"We'll see IX, we'll see~" Another swing of the racket. This time, no ball of water. Xigbar knew what was coming, unfortunately though, he didn't know where it's going to come from. How high is it going to go? Will it follow him if he runs? Man, this is going to hurt. Holding his breath and squeezing his eye shut, Xigbar allowed Demyx's attack to hit him full on, pushing him into the air. The initial blast of the powerful water almost knocked him off of his feet and numbed his legs. At the same time though, he shifted the gravity holding him down, making himself as light as a feather. It pushed him up and next thing Demyx knew, Xigbar seemed to be walking on the wall of water. Seemed. It was in fact, one of the nobody's favorite moves. As if the two were having a simple conversation, Xigbar took a few steps toward his opponent, waving his hair dryers at the other before shooting twice again, one from each gun.
"Let's see if you can return all of this!" And with that, Xigbar jumped, practically weightless. Closing the distance with a loop-de-loop, Xigbar was standing over Demyx, hanging upside down. He let loose a rapid round of bullets, then shifted his legs and again, as if the air around him was solid, pushed off of an unseen wall, aiming him straight towards the ground next to Demyx, all the while shooting non-stop at the nobody so that not only would the man have to deal with the bullets coming from overhead, but also from the side. [/blockquote] |
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Post by IX. Demyx on Aug 12, 2009 20:36:47 GMT -5
Demyx's face lit up as his attack connected, only to fall as he saw the Freeshooter move with it.
As Xigbar spun his odd weapons around, he knew the basic gist of what was coming at him, and tensed his body so he could throw himself out of the way.
As the "bullets" came from alternate angles, Demyx jumped sideways, avoiding both lines of fire and moving unexpectedly at Xigbar. Moving with the jump, he swung his racket at Xigbar's face with impressive speed. "I don't think you knew it, but it's my serve, Xiggy!"
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Post by Xiggy on Aug 14, 2009 0:59:03 GMT -5
He didn’t expect Demyx to tackle him, since the jittery nobody didn’t exactly strike him as the ‘CHAAARGE’ type of person. Backing a few steps, Xigbar raised both hands and blocked the large racket as it swung straight towards his head. “Nah, there’s too much etiquettes to this sport,” Xigbar retorted, his feet wide apart in order to bear the weight of the racket and the strength exerted by the other’s skinny arm.
Releasing the block and dodging to the side, Xigbar swiped his foot at IX’s feet, hoping to trip him and opened fired on his open side. Demyx was going to need something sturdier than that racket full of holes to block all of his bullets. Especially when Xigbar’s this close.
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Post by IX. Demyx on Aug 15, 2009 14:52:32 GMT -5
Demyx took Xigbar's first shot to his side, and yelped in pain, but rolled with the attack to avoid the others. He was suprised that balls of air could hurt as much as they did.
Turning to face Xigbar, he held his side for a second, and said, "Where did you get those hair dryers? That hurt!"
He spun his racket in his hands as he said this, and five water clones appeared around him. He wasn't going to get shot again without a fight.
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Post by Xiggy on Aug 16, 2009 3:15:34 GMT -5
“I had it custom made for you,” showing Demyx the hairdressing item with an outstretched hand, Xigbar gave the purple blow dryer a little flip to add some flair. "Glad you like it, dude."
Snickering, he backtracked, watching Demyx with a devious grin as the hydromancer summoned up five of his rather annoying stooges. "Man, as if I can deal with more than one teary Demyx," Xigbar chuckled and jumped, once again defying gravity.
"You better get yourself a hankie, kid, cause I'm going to get serious." He flipped. Now the real skirmish is going to start. Shooting non-stop, the path of the non-lethal projectile seemed to suddenly break off as the bursts of hot air disappeared shortly after leaving the nozzle of the hair dryers.
Instead, the air around the water clones rippled and suddenly, the barrage of the ammo burst through from two points above them, one track aiming straight towards Demyx while the other targeted the cluster of clones. [/blockquote] |
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Post by IX. Demyx on Aug 17, 2009 20:41:38 GMT -5
Demyx let out a cry of suprise as the air ripped through his water clones, though he dodged the one heading for him.
He knew he'd never be able to take on Xigbar from long range, so his only chance was to take him down from close range, as unpleasant as that was for him.
Moving under the cover of the bursts of water from the clones, Demyx got to Xigbar's side, and swung his racket, causing a wall of geysers to erupt under the both of them. Demyx, unlike Xigbar though, rode the geyser and positioned himself above Xigbar. From that vantage point, he swung his racket down at where the Freeshooter's head would be.
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Post by Xiggy on Aug 18, 2009 2:34:48 GMT -5
Shoot...
Momentarily, the Freeshooter found himself horridly confused by the exploding water clones, the many Demyx look-alikes, and for once, he wished he had two eyes instead of one. Spying the blond shoot out of the mess, he tried to backtrack shooting in the meanwhile. Tackling him from his 'blind side' huh? [I'm going to assume Demyx is approaching from the right] Expected of a newbie. Backtracking, Xigbar kept his eyes on the kid. He didn't expect such fast advances though. Not to mention the distraction of spraying water was blinding his single eye.
Suddenly, another burst of water rocketed from underneath. Unfortunately for the nobody, he happened to be upside down this time...
SPLASH!
Ponytail lose, Xigbar sputtered and coughed, his gray and black hair hanging in his face in wet tendrils. Stuck on the ground--he had lost control when the geyser struck him--Xigbar had barely pulled himself together when suddenly, SMACK. He saw stars. Lots and lots of them.
He didn't really know what happened. Felt like someone had nailed him on the side of the noggin with a racket. For the moment, he was too disoriented to do anything...
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Post by IX. Demyx on Aug 18, 2009 22:27:25 GMT -5
Demyx landed after his blow to Xigbar's head tensed to run from another burst of fire from the Freeshooter's weapons.
Then he noticed Xigbar's stunned state. An evil grin forced its way onto his face as he walked up behind Xigbar and said, "That was the serve, Xiggy. And here's the smash!" As he said this, he brought his racket down on Xigbar's head again.
He then turned, posed dramatically, and said, " Game, set, and match."
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Post by Xiggy on Aug 20, 2009 3:00:45 GMT -5
[D'oh, a smack to tha noggin. D:]
Well, he might have missed that shot, but the game's never finished until the final winning shot. Duh. Another smack, this one he blocked with raised arms. He turned, and kicked the nobody on the behind, pushing him forward.
"Man, that was cruel," Xigbar winced, rubbing at his poor head. "Celebrating a bit too early, huh, Demyx?" Standing over the nobody, Xigbar pointed his two guns at the Nocturne's exposed back.
"Never turn your back on your opponent, dud."
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Post by IX. Demyx on Aug 28, 2009 18:29:44 GMT -5
Demyx really had hoped that the last smack to the head would have defeated the Freeshooter, but he had no such luck.
As he was booted in the back, he rolled on the ground as he connected, barely avoiding Xigbar's shots at his back.
"Geez Xigbar, couldn't you just let me win one?" The Melodious Nocturne whined as he stood up and dusted himself off.
Pointing his hand at Xigbar, a barrage of waterballs appeared in the air above the Freeshooter and launched themselves at him, while Demyx moved to try and get another smack in with his racket.
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Post by Xiggy on Sept 6, 2009 0:15:47 GMT -5
"Demyx, dude, who in their right mind," he tapped his head with a finger, "would let you win and still walk away with their dignity intact?"
He ducked to the left as a cascade of water pattered down on where he stood. "Hey man, I'm ready for a victory shower." Smirking, Xigbar jumped, light as feather as he leap over Demyx's charging attack and begun shooting at his back. [/blockquote] |
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao