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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 7, 2011 17:50:32 GMT -8
Combatants: Xyzillentz vs. TornadoMan
Turns: 5 each, one intro post per player.
Judge: Single, TBA.
Version: Off
Setting: Bayside City, a damp and rainy twilight tinted purple by a sun hidden behind crying clouds.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 7, 2011 19:52:40 GMT -8
*Bayside City, a shining metropolis of Electopia. The shadow of an overcast darkens the beautiful towers and limestone buildings of this aqua-capitol, bringing a cold tinge to the air and a drenching downpour that would drive most Navis to seek shelter. The absence of sunlight brings about a strange twilight to the beautiful city, as the mid-day sun reveals itself to be entirely obscured by the thick storm clouds, turning day into near night, with nothing but the flashes of lightning and the lights of the city to break this darkened scene.
Standing atop one of the waterfall towers that rise from the apex of the city, a lone Navi stands. His green armor shining in the lightning as he looks over the masses with arms crossed. The storm was a welcome sight to him, as was the feeling of the oppressive winds that stir the waters below to violence. These were natural parts of the storm-Navi's very being and nature, and they all seemed to give him a strange comfort amongst the many signs of chaos. Taking the peace of the moment in and simply enjoying the entire scenario, the Storm Tempest smiles in contentment, lost in the beauty of his own element in all of its glory*
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 28, 2011 12:46:13 GMT -8
Xyzillentz walked through the torrent with gentle steps. Something about the rain was calming to him. Subduing, in a manner of speaking. It's not that his toxic abilities were weakened - although his stench was a bit more pungent in hot weather - but he was altogether more reserved in the rain. He had no apparent reason to be, of course - the puddles of precipitation reflected only his current self, his only self, and not any tortured past, shattered memories, or hidden emotions. Perhaps it simply appealed to his inner sense of beauty... or awakened his philosophical side.
The darkloid's airtight suit seemed to shimmer as streams of water ran down it and pooled in the footsteps he left behind in the mud. Droplets of rain met his visor and exploded into centimeter-high geysers of liquid, doing little to obscure his vision. His outfit prevented Xyzillentz from feeling the rain on his skin, and the layer of gas beneath its smooth surface absorbed any impact from the drops themselves. In a way, it was like a simple virtual reality - the navi saw everything and felt nothing.
He stopped for a moment to ponder how strange that was. He was, after all, always confined to a virtual reality; wandering through a digital world populated with others like him. Presumably it must seem more "real" to other navis, those with exposed skin. Of course, how would they know what real was? It's not like they had left either. This simply was reality for them, a place as real as they were. And it was all created to mimic an existing space outside.
Xyzillentz knew that the world of flesh was an unstable place, just as the digital world was. Perhaps even more so... people in the real world didn't know where they came from. There were countless theories, certainly. Gods and godesses, unstoppable forces in endless conflict and contradiction. Navis knew who created their world, when it happened, and why. They didn't need to speculate on what the creators of their universe wanted from them. And they didn't believe they were all-powerful. Humans are vulnerable and imperfect, gods not to be feared. They had integrated their creations into their lives and come to rely on them. If evil prevailed on the net, there could be no reckoning from human creators; they would surely be conquered as well. Yes, darkloids were in a wonderful position, far superior to any human criminal. They were in a position to usurp, corrupt, subjugate, or integrate with their gods, their creators... the ones who made their rain.
And if Xyzillentz had his way, evil would most certainly prevail on the net. Its practitioners would conquer the human creations around them and make them their own. Some day he would come back here and ascend to the top of the highest waterfall tower. He would stand at its apex and declare it his own, and his allies, his friends, and his lovers would make it their domain and populate it with his slaves.
Xyzillentz looked up at the nearest tower, clamoring for a glimpse at his future. There was someone standing in his place at the peak, a silhouette dwarfed by the indigo sky. Xyzillentz knew his voice would not be heard by someone at such height, especially not over the roar of the storm. But he could not bear to leave this silent specter's dominance over the surroundings unchallenged. He stood near the foot of the waterfall, staring skyward at his opposition patiently, undeterred by the brilliant white flashes within the clouds, waiting to be noticed.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 28, 2011 17:09:14 GMT -8
(OOC: Requesting at least one more intro post to make this make a bit more sense)
*As Xyzillentz looks up from the base of the tower, a strange feeling overtakes TornadoMan.... a feeling of unease and chaos, the feeling that all was not right in the area.... the feeling of a darkloid. Unfolding the blades on his arm, TornadoMan quickly turns around to face his opponent, yet sees nothing. He then begins to survey the sky, then the ground. It's then that the Storm Tempest sees what he had been looking for. Looking down to Xyzillentz for a moment, TornadoMan makes a leap, falling from the great heights with his arms raises and propellers spinning to slow his descent slightly. He falls for several moments before at last landing on his feet, a massive burst of wind blasting out from around his form in response.
Holding his arm in front of his body. propellers still unfolded, TornadoMan clenches his fist and retracts his blades, looking to Xyzillentz in silence with a steel gaze, awaiting a reaction from the toxic Navi before him*
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 28, 2011 18:22:09 GMT -8
Xyzillentz stifled a laugh when he saw the ridiculous-looking navi land in front of him. The blades might have been intimidating if it weren't for the fact that his helmet was adorned with a top-heavy green monstrosity that was probably supposed to resemble a set of wings but looked more like a large, pointless horseshoe. Were it not for the calming effect of the storm, he almost certainly would have launched into a flurry of sarcastic, mocking "compliments". As it was, he simply crossed his arms and spoke.
"Hello. I am Xyzillentz... though I suppose that you can call me 'Xyz', if you'd like. I couldn't help but notice you all alone in the rain, and... I felt rather compelled to speak with you."
The toxic trickster paused only long enough to uncross his arms and gesture at the area around them.
"It would appear we have something in common. Most people aren't terribly fond of this sort of weather, but you and I seem to have come here of our own free will. Seeking something, perhaps. In your case it may have been solitude, and if so I apologize for the intrusion. I'd be more than happy to leave you alone if you left this place and found somewhere else to sulk off to. But if you were hoping to find something more substantial, I invite you to remain here... perhaps I could help you obtain it."
Veiled threats and half-inferred promises poured out of his mouth as usual, the pace of his words matching the speed of the wind that flowed around his body. The wind could be problematic were a battle to occur, he noticed; he would need to use his gas at a very close range to insure it wasn't whisked away. And the vortex created by his potential opponent's whirling rotors wouldn't do him any good either. Strategy was clearly key.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 30, 2011 18:10:18 GMT -8
*As Xyzillentz makes his thinly shrouded offer, TornadoMan closes his eyes and folds his bladed arms, waiting for a moment before responding to the toxic Navi, yet also speaking to himself*
TornadoMan: ....just who do you think you're kidding?
*TornadoMan's eyes open as he looks on to Xyzillentz, adding another moment of wait time before he continues*
TornadoMan: Thank you, I think that I'll accept your offer....
*TornadoMan then leans against the base of the tower, half-smirking to the toxic Navi before him*
TornadoMan: ....and I hope that you find yourself a nice place to enjoy the company of yourself.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 30, 2011 18:19:28 GMT -8
(OOC: I'm just calling this in Xyz's favor... I can't get into the RP, so we're going another route)
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 4, 2011 15:04:55 GMT -8
45 EXP / 450z to Xyzillentz (30 / 300 * 1.5)
20 EXP / 200z to TornadoMan
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