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Post by stefjenova on Oct 7, 2006 5:17:26 GMT -8
*sidesteps and watches you charge into a wall*
<_<;;
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 7, 2006 5:24:23 GMT -8
*hits wall several times, realizes helmet is on backwards, flips helmet, charges again, realizes shoes are on wrong feet, flips them around, charges, tag in front tickles face, sneezes/falls under the weight of the armor from the added reverse thrust. Removes armor, flips shirt around, stands back up, finds it oddly hard to walk.... sees pants on backwards....*
....ok, those I change in private ;>.>
*walks off-screen, comes back a few seconds later*
there..... NOW DIIE!!!
*hits you with soap on a rope*
.....wrong weapon ^_^;
*runs away, grabs flail.... soap on a roap tied around neck*
er... fear me? ;>.>
*pokes with flail*
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Post by stefjenova on Oct 7, 2006 5:26:58 GMT -8
Soap... on a... rope? Uh...
*gets poked with flail*
>_<
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Post by wannabeholy on Oct 9, 2006 16:12:03 GMT -8
[glow=gray,4,300].... You summoned me?
A glimmering white fell down from the sky upon the area, cascading with a dynamic golden brilliance none could match. So intense was the light that the area they stood upon fell away in the eradicating light, leaving the senses overwhelmed and unable to discern anything of the surroundings. The light did not sting, but rather it soothed and seemed to bring those present a dreamy state where they cannot seem to move nor speak nor do anything, but rather be content in a dream. Gradually the light began to fade away and the area the two warriors stand upon comes back into focus. The scenery had undergone some rather steep changes. Now in place of the standard network area all of the competitors had been transported to a ship set back in the 1700’s. The ships sails were of a wailing ghastly look, they were shredded and torn from multiple voyages at sea. The ships ancient wood frame creped oddly in the misty waters it was now sailing in, the fog it passes threw to thick to see nearly your hand in front of you. Slowly from this land of chaos and uncertainty a crippled figure comes into focus. The stranger’s back was bent down in a deep bow, his body well worn with many years, and from the shadows a glint could be seen about him all the same. Perched upon the mysterious one’s head a deep blue hat, which had been bent with what would seem to have been the same wear and tear as its owner, twinkled oddly in a shimmer of moonlight that broke threw the cloudy overcast complexion of the sky. As the man came closer a limp could be seen in his right leg, he walked wobbly closer upon what looked to be a cane of sorts… The strangers robes fluttered in the wind, they’re deep blue matching the mood of the surrounding high seas. A silver gray beard with a few black accents ran down heartily from the man’s face, which was concealed by the bent down position of his hat in a deep shadow. After the man had come with about 20 feet of the two other competitors currently on deck he halted, putting all his weight upon his cane. He began to speak in a tired almost weary tone…yet the voice was commanding and that of a powerful beast, hearty and utterly able.
Why do you summons an old man who wishes only to rest in peace for a time before called upon once more?[/glow]
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Post by stefjenova on Oct 9, 2006 16:25:29 GMT -8
Turning to silently regard the person who appeared before him, Stefjenova narrowed his eyes and sized up the wrinkled old man. Crossing his arms and stepping back on his heels, SJ forms a ball of ice from nothingness and begins to toss it up and down in his hand, much like a pitcher before the big playoff game, turning his attention off to something at the old man's left, while still glancing at the old man out of the corner of his eye.
"Okay, old man, I don't know where you came from. I know for a fact that the one who was once called 'wannabeholy' is a lot younger than you. As much as I would enjoy demostrating my winter skills to one of your age, experience and ability, I'm afraid my challenge was not issued to you. And that being the case, I propose that you leave quickly."
Tossing the ice ball into the air one last time, SJ's left hand comes around and snags the ball out of midair. SJ spins once, facing back to the old man as he spikes the ball into the ground as hard as he can, though the ball does not shatter into a million pieces as one might expect. As the ball comes into contact with the ground, SJ raises his right hand sharply as the ball suddenly erupts into a spire of ice the same height as SJ himself. Staring straight into the spire, SJ grins, the icy spire distorting his image into a frightening leer.
"So what say that I go back to waiting on the one I actually challenged, old man."
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Post by wannabeholy on Oct 9, 2006 16:34:37 GMT -8
[glow=gray,4,300]The aged one stood for a time merely leaning upon his cane....gradually he seemed to look up peering at this young one. Abruptly the wizard began to chuckle at this fancy maneuver his opponenet had performed, finnally his head cocked back a bit in his utter outbursts of uncontrolable laughter... After his laugher had subdued a bit the elder, still chuckling a bit, grabed out of numerous items in his robes a black pipe. The pipe was a deep black that gleamed with an odd shimmer. The man leaned upon a mast which was behind him and began to light the pipe as a small flume of smoke rose up into the dark midnight of the seas...[/glow]
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Post by stefjenova on Oct 9, 2006 16:46:46 GMT -8
The grin began to slow melt into a steady glare as SJ slowly pulled his blue hood up over his head, hiding most of his facial features from the laughing man. The hood, however, did not do anything to muffle his voice, which continued to ring out confidently.
"You know the old phrase about 'he who laughs last laughs best,' I hope... How's this for a variation."
Dropping the temperature in the area to several degrees below zero, Celsius, SJ raises his fist and unfolds it, revealing of all arctic weaponry, a snowflake. Blowing softly on it, the snowflake makes its way over to the laughing old man, floating up around his face and up over his head. At the snap of a finger, the room flashed as the harmless little snowflake turned into a two-foot long spike positioned with the point sitting right on the crown of the old man's head, falling slightly until the man's entire head is numb from the spike's touch. Not done yet, SJ closes his right fist again and narrows his eyes, then brings the fist from down around his left knee all the way up to above his right shoulder, as he blows another series of snowflakes in the old man's direction. SJ's mouth again curled up into a grin as the snowflakes turn into even more ice spikes, poised to dart into the old man at any given second and pierce through his body, willing to chill with but a touch, wanting to freeze his heart cold, and if they missed, they would shatter into even more ice shards at close range with the power to do all that and more...
" 'He who laughs first... never laughs again.' "
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Post by wannabeholy on Oct 9, 2006 16:57:58 GMT -8
[glow=gray,4,300]The elder stood perfectly still, as the darts of toxic ice came sailing at him, the clear wisp of smoke that came from his long pipe suddenly began to move oddly, subtle were the changes at first but they grew rapidly more realized. The smoke dipped down and grabbed a hold of the ice darts, absorbing the energy and then dropping the shards lifelessly to the ground. After accomplishing this the smoke then began to puff out into circular loops that came around every individual shard and melted them away into steaming puddles of water upon the ground. The man remained in his current position still smoking his pipe, seemingly oblivious to the current events. He then spoke once again in that tone he seemed to have acquired naturally through out the years...
My apologies for enraging you young one, I do not wish anything I say to cause anger nor malice, please forgive an old man's slip of the tounge...After all these years it would seem I have grown somewhat luicid in my humor...[/glow]
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Post by stefjenova on Oct 9, 2006 17:03:42 GMT -8
Watching the old man negate his icicle barrage with just a puff of the pipe, SJ's mouth curled up into more of a smile as he regarded the foe's words.
"Well, ya know, you're still in the wrong place. Oh, by the way, didn't they ever tell you smoking kills?"
The frigid, sub-zero air began to freeze over everything in the room. SJ's hood gained a hard sheen to it, his hoodie itself seemed to gain a layer of ice, even the floor began to harden and become slippery. The flame in the old man's pipe blew out from the frigid winds, and even the pipe itself began to freeze over, threatening to freeze the old man's face and hands just from touching it...
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Post by wannabeholy on Oct 9, 2006 17:31:53 GMT -8
[glow=gray,4,300]A smile creped across the old ones face, a chuckling kind of laughter that this jolly character seemed to be trademarked for. The elder lifted his staff high above his head, straightening up his back in nearly perfect form now, as years seemed to melt off of his body. The staff then emitted a sphere of intense heat, not enough to burn anything or cause anything to blaze but rather to provide heat. The sphere shape stabilized around the man, he then cocked back his staff and shot a fireball into his pipe, relighting it and heating it once more to its normal temperature. The man's face grew somewhat hard, his mouth drawing tight against his pipe, he then laxes them a bit as though the anger had passed and began so speak again as the same gray and red pillar of soot drifted off into the tranquil breeze of the sea. The man chuckled a bit, not at his opponent but at found memories he had of such events taking place long long ago...
My dear apologize to you dear boy, your elemental affiliation prompts a walk down memory lane for this old one...he he he...Oh those were the days I must say...when the lands were a lush green, and all thought of leaving the homeland was a fleeting whisper in the night...Ah, those were the days! But now alas I have drifted off into deep though not concerning you nor in any way benefiting you. Now, I must confess, I do not much like my pipe being stifled, tis cause for some manner of anger in me, but alas I am quite comfortable now and feel the wrath subsiding.
the facial expression of this wizard hardened a bit as he began to speak in an almost angry yet held back tone.
On the other hand your statement against me not being of adequate representation I do find disquieting, for alas your dear friends title does fit mine well...."The White Wizard" is a title I have bore long before you were born...[/glow]
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Post by stefjenova on Oct 9, 2006 17:38:32 GMT -8
Narrowing his eyes at the strange old man in front of him as he relit his pipe, SJ called back the chilling, biting temperatures, returning the area to a more normal environment.
"You say this title was yours, yet there is an impersonator running amok... This impersonator is the one I am challenging. I have no problem with you, yet you continue to stand here and make a mockery.
Oh, if you haven't noticed, my title is the WINTER Wizard. See why? :P
So bring this imposter out so I may fight the one that I'm SUPPOSED to be fighting. I'm sick of wasting my power on the ones that are not supposed to feel it."
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Post by cloudxero on Oct 9, 2006 17:55:10 GMT -8
*Enters topic*
*Looks at his title*
Yeah... better recognize.
*leaves knowing everyone was just knocked down a few pegs*
>.>
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Post by wannabeholy on Oct 9, 2006 18:12:28 GMT -8
[glow=gray,4,200]A sifting stream of smoke continues to flow from the elderlies pipe, he stands for a moment doing nothing as though he were enthralled in deep thought. Finally his face cleared and his voice relaxed a bit as he had come to a conclusion.
In good time...In good time....it shall be considered...but before I bring the scoundrel out of hiding I must have your word that at some time you and I shall cross paths in battle, for with you a entertaining battle would be ignited.[/glow]
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Post by stefjenova on Oct 9, 2006 19:30:16 GMT -8
(OOC: *Ignores Niall and his attempt to bolster his self-esteem*)
"Gladly. I look forward to when I'm actually looking to take you on."
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Post by Ninja on Oct 12, 2006 15:26:19 GMT -8
[glow=yellow,2,300]*A certain Metool walks in only to find that everybody left.However this time he was in a wizard robes and a wizard hat.*
NPMM(Navi Pwning Metool Mage):Nooo! I wanted to show off my met magic! T_T[/glow]
*Another character walks in. This one with a rather large head that was blonde and a long black coat like Neo's.*
NPMM:O.O OMG jOO HAVE THE SAME NAME AS ME!
[glow=yellow,2,300]NPMM:O_O AN IMPOSTOR ALREADY! DIE!!!
*NPMM waves his rubber chicken wand and in a few seconds the large head human version of NPMM was crushed by a gigantic metool helmet. The number 5000 appeared over his head and then a tombstone landed right where the newly formed ghost of NPMM appeared.NPMM showed a face of extreme rage an then disappeared as soon as he appeared.*
NPMM:Wow. My brain hurt just thinking about what just happened. X_x[/glow]
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