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Post by Loz on Oct 5, 2009 19:13:55 GMT -5
It was your average arena. A square, large enough for the contestants to run freely, yet closed off from all sides for a fight to the death. There were, surprisingly, no spectators in the Underworld Arena. No one should be here today, actually. Unfortunately, they were about to miss one of the most rambunctious fights yet.
The two infamous silver haired brothers had booked a play date for today, largely upon the eldest's request. It was going to be a rowdy and uncouth play date with two very unfortunate individuals. How the challengers were picked and why they were here was of no concern to the two siblings. Acting on their own for once, the two had decided upon a chance to test their superior skills.
Today, they were going to horse around until someone drops dead. Two, preferably.
PLAY TIME!! [/font][/size][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by III on Oct 5, 2009 20:03:03 GMT -5
Xaldin stretched, letting the cricks and kinks even themselves out as he contorted his body into new and interesting shapes. It made him feel a bit like a pretzel, admittedly, but the change in Organization management had had him doing benchwork for the past few days. Benchwork. Ugh. Vexen's 'mysterious' (if the Castle Oblivion folks thought that Xaldin couldn't spot a simple pattern they were sorely [/i] mistaken) disappearance had the remaining scientists taking the brunt of the actual day-to-day research goals. Not because of orders, but merely because none of the bloody neophytes could see the point. And with Zexion having made himself scarce and Xigbar playing darts with the dusks most of it fell upon Xaldin's unwilling shoulders. Xaldin wouldn't say he had fled the research labs, exactly. It was more along the lines of him taking a rather well-deserved break. A working holiday, even. He'd scrounged in the old mission files and picked up a crinkled paper that was months old which involved looking for strong Hearts in the Arena. After tacking it onto the mission list and signing himself up for it, he'd whistled into existence a corridor of Darkness and had simply vamoosed. If anyone had noticed he was gone (unlikely) he would simply point to the paper. Carrying out Organization business he was. And yes, it was most certainly vital. Xaldin's continued sanity was a precious commodity after all. Finishing his stretches, the lancer stood, summoning to his side his six lances and wondered briefly if it'd be overkill. Xaldin shrugged. He would take them both on, if necessary. In fact, he was more than willing to take them both on even if it was unnecessary.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Yazoo on Oct 6, 2009 1:05:44 GMT -5
A silver haired figure sat upon the far wall of the arena, his legs crossed over, and his arms gently supporting him as he casually leaned back. His silver hair hung down and swayed gently while his eyes scanned the scenery. As Xaldin sauntered into the arena, he tilted his head slightly, observing the man for longer than a moment, before turning his gaze back to Loz. "You're lucky Loz." He said with the barest hint of humor. "I thought that no one would ever show up." Yazoo ran his fingers through his perfectly straight, perfectly groomed hair.
Although this was Loz's flight of fancy, and Yazoo could be doing more amusing things, he still had to entertain the thought... Can this one hold our attention? Loz would know what his brother was thinking. Yazoo turned back to face Xaldin, still sitting at his perch on the wall while he examined the nobody. "Didn't you order another? One is hardly enough, don't you think?"
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Post by Emi on Oct 6, 2009 9:32:47 GMT -5
Savion Todd found himself bored. As usual. He reached behind him and heaved his chain saw over his head, cradling it in his arms like a child. A child with very sharp teeth. He heaved a heavy sigh and said, to no-one in particular, "Let's get this over with." He walked into his opponents line of vision, shaking hair out of his eyes.
If he was so bored, why did he agree to this, you may ask? Well... it was more exciting than what was going on at home, which was nothing. And Savion was sure once the challenge got started, the adrenaline would kick in and it would get interesting. His "partner" was already here, summoning six lances to his side. Savion sniffed delicately, as if he was offended at the Xaldin's lances. He wasn't sure if it was appropriate to call him his "partner"... he still wasn't sure if they were on the same side, but they were definitely fighting against the same enemies. He saw their opponents on the other side of the arena, looking haughty and confident. In a gesture of his defiance, Savion ripped the pull cord of his chain saw and it roared to life, its sharp teeth a blur. Holding the saw in one hand, Savion checked his reflection in a shard of broken mirror from his pocket. With a snort, he muttered "I'm more attractive than they are, anyways."
And then he readied himself for the battle.
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Post by Loz on Oct 6, 2009 17:30:52 GMT -5
Beneath the slender young male, a man doubled his size stood with authority, arms crossed, legs apart. His short cropped hair was slicked back and out of his face. Though admittedly not as impressive as Xaldin's set, silver sideburns framed his angular cheek. Green eyes looked the two play mates over. Six lances and a chainsaw...
"You think they'll be fun toys, Yazoo?" the muscular man, his figure comparable to Hercules himself, tilted his head back in a cat-like fashion and grinned foolishly at his younger brother. Raising his left arm, a metal box-like strap suddenly buzzed to life as two stinger like contraptions appeared. The Duel Hound crackled with energy. Loz gave the two another greedy look, as if unsure of which one to beat the crap out of first. Maybe he'll take on both at the same time. But then there would be no end to his younger brother's spiteful insults.
Dilated pupils focused on the buff figure of Xaldin.
"I'll break him first," Loz smirked, and charged head on at the nobody. [/blockquote] |
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Post by III on Oct 6, 2009 18:29:24 GMT -5
While he approved of the chainsaw, Xaldin was honestly a little taken aback by his partner's statement about attractiveness. He had assumed it was a joke, but lo and behold the man was using a mirror as (apparently) empirical evidence.
Xaldin shuddered. Hearts were ghastly things. No wonder there was so much suffering and irrationality in the multiverse. A narcissist here; a mass murderer there; a fairy gone witch; a few scientists experimenting with the Dark out of a hunger for knowledge... and you'd get the lovely gunk that was existence.
Pitiful creatures.
And besides. Everyone knew that real men had facial hair. Preferably in the form of massive sideburns.
Eurus whispered urgently. The lancer nodded grabbing three spears and letting the others disappear as he settled into a familiar battle stance. He forgot about his ally, about sideburns, about attractiveness and Hearts. All there was was the fight.
"So eager to die?" Xaldin called, letting amusement creep into his voice as he walked forwards sedately towards the silver-haired opposition. "Well. Do try to amuse me."
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Action Recap:
Errr, none yet. He's got three lances and is holding them, KHII gamestyle. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Yazoo on Oct 11, 2009 22:15:59 GMT -5
Yazoo stepped forward into the empty air, and dropped down from the wall. The speed with which he dropped and the suddenness with which he landed were both unsettling, as they displayed a fine control of his body that few possessed. And yet as he stepped forward it was nonchalant, languid, and casual. He exuded a lofty confidence that might have infuriated the less patient opponents. "I almost wonder if they'll be worth our time, Loz." He answered, in his brother's question.
Twisting his hand through the air, darkness flowed outward and took the form of four doglike creatures. Their chests sank and tightened with each growling pant; he ran his fingers down one's spine. They were all rather large. "Go." He muttered with an easy smile and all four of the dogs were off, running alongside Loz, though in a spread out formation. Yazoo himself began to stroll forward a few steps but didn't approach at nearly the speed of his brother and his Shadow Creepers.
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Post by Loz on Oct 17, 2009 15:20:49 GMT -5
[Skipping over Emi because she asked me to.]
Halfway in his normal dash, Loz exploded into a bright glittery crayon blue, signature characteristic of Mother's Gift. Next thing anyone knew, he was behind Xaldin, sliding and pivoting. Move one. If Xaldin was fast enough, he might have caught the blur of a smirk under all that neon toxic-ness. A man sized meteor moving past break-neck speed. He pulled his left arm back, punched at Xaldin's back, that is, if the nobody had been too slow to catch to Loz's speed. Move Two. As he struck, the bright nova colors smashed and crushed, and an explosion of colors blinded the two. Another punch. Another flare. Move Three.
Then Loz back and normal, defensive and smoking slightly from friction. Immediately from the other side, two beast sprung at Xaldin, having finally caught up with their master. They bore down on Xaldin, snarling and clawing and biting.
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Post by III on Oct 17, 2009 17:50:45 GMT -5
That speed was not hu-
Xaldin pitched forwards as a fist slammed into his back. It felt like the beginning of an old one two so he wasn't terribly surprised when a millisecond later one slammed, near the bottom of his ribcage. He oof'd as the air went out of his lungs and stumbled forwards-
Something was snarling.
Xaldin blinked. Those were by far the ugliest pets he had ever had the privelege of seeing. And he'd been the one who had been stationed in a Castle with animated teacups and an ever-burning candle-stand that thought it was French and a master who was some weird hybrid buffalo/horse/wolf/ox thing.
Mmm. Right. Violet eyes going un-focused, Xaldin breathed in deep - and just as the slavering jaws started to make up his vision entire, Xaldin became turned into a whirlwind of destruction.
Very few things had the reflexes to avoid nine separate hits when they were placed into the timeframe of just one.
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Post by Emi on Oct 17, 2009 18:42:00 GMT -5
The two Shadow Creepers were coming at Savion faster than what he could process. One hit him head on, jumped over him and kept running from its own inertia...a stroke of luck for Savion. But as he fell backwards, his chain saw caught the second one in the upswing. The saw jolted in his hand, lacking the support it needed. Afraid he would accidentally cut into himself, seeing how the first Creeper had simply dissipated when it was sawed in half, Savion wasn't sure what to do and he knew he only had a few moments to decide. Less than a few moments. The monster tried to pin him down as he was scrambling back up to his feet. Just as it was leaping, Savion swung with one hand as hard as he could, putting all the weight he could, slamming the whole chainsaw (not just the dangerous blade) into the Shadow Creeper. It was a hard blow, but not enough to kill it or even stun it for a bit...
He gained control of the chainsaw with both hands in the short seconds between the strike and counterstrike. The animal turned back on him, obviously angered. Savion questioned the animal's intelligence, wondering if it would be a wise decision to simply wait for the right time and let the Shadow Creeper simply run into the waiting chain saw.
The Creeper was already running full speed towards him, so it was act now or die. And Savion really really didn't want to die. He skipped the witty banter and waited until just the right moment, when the Shadow Creeper had thrown itself into another leaping attack. While it was still in the air, nanoseconds before impact, Savion thrust the saw into the chest of the creature. The recoil vibrated down Savion's arms, nearly shaking him silly. He struggled with the saw for a few more moments before the Shadow Creature dissolved into smoke just like the one before hard.
He pushed the hair out of his eyes and turned sharply, readying himself for the next attack.
[ooc: I hope this is okay. Basically I just defeated both of the shadow creepers sent at me. I figured I had a better chance since the others actually like dogpiled poor Xaldin and there wasn't anything to suggest they had even reached me yet.]
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Post by lysander on Oct 22, 2009 23:43:55 GMT -5
[OOC: BATTLEREWIND]
Savion made quick work of the creepers... Or at least he would have, if it weren't for Yazoo's capable leadership. Although the beasts were running toward Savion, they actually stopped short of the man. Since he had chosen a stationary position, and the two hounds had stopped a safe distance of five or six feet away from the chainsaw wielder, the clash never happened. Yazoo watched on as his perfectly trained pets hovered at this distance for a few seconds, almost drooling for the perspective meal not far away. By snapping his fingers once, the pets moved in a sharp circle, one remaining between Savion and Xaldin, while the other moved to behind the narcissist.
The two creepers attacked by Xaldin were tossed several feet back. One crashed into the ground and burst into a black cloud, while the other stood up, shook itself off and glared at the lancer. Yazoo slowly drew first one gun, then the other, aiming one gun towards each enemy. He was still a good distance away from the combat, but his pace was steady and he'd be in the midst of the battle soon enough. His bullets and hounds might would probably provide all the aid Loz might need.
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Post by Loz on Oct 27, 2009 17:28:26 GMT -5
The sudden gust of wind took Loz by surprise, as it pushed him back several feet, closer to the one with the chainsaw. Lowering his fists, Loz raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the cloaked figure. Two hits and he was still standing? Those punches were enough to smash a tree to smithereens. And he was moving at top speed too. The youth was puzzled by the nobody's endurance. However, the curiosity was soon replaced by an overwhelming excitement. No one had ever been left standing after the punishment of Mother's Gift. Loz. Was. Ecstatic.
"Yazoo," Loz glanced past the lancer and grinned excitedly at his calmer brother. "I bet mine will last longer than yours." Loz pointed at Xaldin, his attention far from the battle field, and then jerked a finger at the chainsaw wielder, treating the two like cocks in a fight.
Suddenly, he made a rapid movement [though not as fast as he had moved with Mother's Gift] and pounded the ground with his pile bunker. Thanks to his herculean strength, the earth rumbled and erupted around him. It spewed soil and trembled violently, affecting Xaldin, but mostly Savion, who was closer to the male. It was sure to knock Xaldin and Savion off their feet if it hit them, during which Yazoo's hound would take the disoriented nobody from the back while Loz tackle him from the front. [/blockquote] |
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Post by III on Oct 28, 2009 19:56:22 GMT -5
[ooc: d'oh. I forgot to factor in the strength enhancement. Hrrrrm.]As his furious combo-attack ended, Xaldin stood unexpectedly still. Blinked.
And then blood poured out of his mouth. It splattered onto the arena floor to be greedily sucked into whatever cursed ground had been laid out. The quantity was rather amazing: he'd lost over a pint if not more. The lancer blinked again. Heh. Kidney shot. Adrenaline had dulled the pain, but the sudden exertion had opened whatever internal wounds he'd taken. And his back felt out of kink too - it was quite possible he had a slipped disk. Bad, bad news. If this went on for too long, this body would require some serious potion work.
Well. This was why he lived, right? Certainly made life a LOT more interesting. Eyeballing the other mutt, he summoned Notus and easily floated upwards five feet. Good thing too - big guy had some sort of earth attack. Wouldn't really affect him at this altitude, but nonetheless. Whispering around him, four more lances appeared and then whipped towards the minion that had initially attacked him.
"Do you always attack en masse?" Xaldin asked carelessly. His back was still open to both brothers - though he hadn't indicated that he was aware of the gun pointed at him, Eurus gave him eyes behind his back. His 'partner' was having a spot of difficulty but in the state he was, even if Xaldin was inclined to help, he wouldn't manage to do much in these circumstances.
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Post by Emi on Nov 4, 2009 22:21:48 GMT -5
Savion suffered a bit of confusion when he turned around the creepers he'd just defeated were still standing. But before he could even raise an eyebrow, the ground exploded around him, knocking him off his feet. The chainsaw sputtered, coming in contact with dirt and hard rocks.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao