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Post by Mega on May 27, 2011 12:43:21 GMT -8
[bgcolor=purple]Judge: Open Posts: 5 +2 intro posts Version Bonus: nope.
Location: Powergrid of an unspecified location.
(Intro post 1)
The alarm had been sounded, security programs had been dispatched to the powergrid of a local chip shop. A couple security navis had joined the automated security, but all were now sprawled about or slowly dematerializing back into cyberspace. "Waste of energy..." a lone purple clad figure hissed, panting heavily not from exhaustion, but of hunger. It was the vampiric darkloid Pulsarman, looking to feed his need for electricity in this powegrid.
Without any further intrusions, the vampiric navi made his way over to what looked like a tesla coil. Electrical currents shooting through the top occasionally, illuminating the room with white flashes. Channeling his power through one of his arms, Pulsarman aimed a palm at the top of the tesla coil and lanced a stream of electricity into it. Creating a connection, he slowly began to siphon off the electricity that flowed through the tesla coil which resulted in the lights dimming and waning, likewise the lights flickered on and off in the real world.
After a few minutes of draining the shop of power, Pulsar withdrew his arm and sighed contently. He had his fill for awhile, but a new arrival suddenly caught his attention. "I trust you are not here to clean up my mess. Am I right?" Pulsar inquired in his usual, polite and silky tone as he spung around to face the newcomer. Giving his cape alittle flick as he did so.
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Post by "Bill" on May 27, 2011 15:05:02 GMT -8
(I am NOT going to work his colors to shift down the middle, I'll just post white, then black, mkay?)
*The swordsman could see the powergrid flickering in the distance and, with his interest piqued, he danced along the shadows until he stopped behind the navi. Walking up to him, making his presence known, he spoke to the navi that addressed him.*
Brother.0: Greetings! My name is Brother.0! I see that you siphon electical energy, to slake a hunger, am I correct? Now, you slaughtered these officer's without thought, or...more importantly to me, indescriminately. You could be a great person to join my cause. I plan to wipe out those who separate us from the world, outcast us. You must have been branded a Darkloid, were you not? Tell me though, do you believe this to be true? Or are you merely searching for sustinance?
*The swordsman unsheathed the blade on his left shoulder and gave it a swift swing, spreading light throughout the area, before resheathing it. He continued pacing, awaiting Pulsar's answer.*
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Post by Mega on May 28, 2011 7:33:37 GMT -8
[bgcolor=purple]((alright lol))
(Intro post 2)
"Hmmm," Pulsar murmered curiously, studying this navi in a combination of caution and interest. "I am afraid these fine gentlemen did not take kindly to my need. I unfortunately get... very ill-tempered when I am hungry," Pulsar admitted with a soft chuckle. He could only guess this navi's intentions, but it sounded like there was a way for Pulsar to gain an ally. While it was true that Pulsar's original intent on attacking powergrids was to sustain himself, he had "other" reasons for his unaccounted actions.
"What I am is a matter of perspective. You are correct. I only seek sustinance and am labled as a darkloid. Regardless, I will not let anything or anyone stand in my way," Pulsar said with a hint of malice in his voice. "Ah! But where are my manners? I am Pulsarman," Pulsarman added with a respectful bow, though he made sure not to take his eyes off of Brother.0 as he did so.
"And your preposal interests me... would you like to discuss it further over a friendly duel?" Pulsar inquired, still in a well mannered tone as his cape detatched itself and grew into a pair of large bat-like wings. Pulsar still had alittle time before further law enforcers arrived- and even then they'd have two navis to worry about so he wasn't all that concerned. Plus he was curious to see what this swordsman was capable of before he decided whether or not he could be... useful.
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Post by "Bill" on May 28, 2011 11:31:57 GMT -8
*Brother.0 smiled gladly as he heard that his assumptions were true. An indescriminate navi, who kills not based on anything, was just what he wanted in his newborn group. Finally they can wipe away the bigots, and let order and chaos be free to all navis. Pacing even more, he spoke with a joyous, yet clear tone.*
Brother.0: Marvelous! Simply marvelous! You are just what I need to strike back at them! And you're up for a duel no less! Truly splendid to see this occur!
*Brother.0 unsheathed the dagger from around his neck and pointed it at the bat-like navi before him. The blade itself no larger than an industrial nail, Brother.0 intended on starting out small, easy, and just seeing where he needed to be to guage his opponents strength.*
Brother.0: En Guarde!
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Post by Mega on May 28, 2011 11:58:19 GMT -8
[bgcolor=purple] [Battle Post 1]
Pulsar didn't know exactly what he meant by "them" and while he had his ideas, he figured he would find out in due time. For now, there was a battle underway! Once his opponent was ready, Pulsar flexed his wings briefly as a current of purple electricity coursed through the floor, briefly electrifying it before Pulsar took to the air. Like his opponent, Pulsar was going to hold back to guage his opponent's strengths, not flying "too" high into the air as he gathered electricity into a basketball shaped orb. Pulsar threw the orb down at his opponent, strafing off to the side as he kept afloat by flapping his wings periodically.
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Post by "Bill" on May 29, 2011 6:21:34 GMT -8
*Brother.0 smiled at how nimble the bat-like navi was in the air. As the orb came crashing down, it was soon dispersed the moment Brother.0 stabbed it with his dagger. Time for the counter-attack he supposed. He was used to airborn targets. Him being a sword-weilder, he only had one way of hitting his target.*
Brother.0: If you think bein' up there is enough to keep you from my weapon, you're sorely mistaken! Here I come!
*Just then, Brother.0 began to run, not forward, or backward, but up. He ran along the air as if it were solid ground. By the time he was eye-level with Pulsarman, his blade was cocked back, and he let loose a volley of stabs at the bat-like creature.*
Brother.0: Your skill is good, but my blade is better. Keep on your toes! I won't stop now!
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Post by Mega on May 29, 2011 9:23:08 GMT -8
[bgcolor=purple] [Battle Post 2]
Pulsar cocked a grin in amusement as his opponent managed to single handedly stop his attack with his blade, landing on a nearby wall and hanging there as if the laws of gravity did not exist to him. Cape reforming, Pulsar's eyes widend with surprise as his opponent kicked gravity to the curb as well and ran up toward him! Pulsar was then forced on the defensive, backing away and weeving to avoid the volley of attacks before he instantly vanished with a quick flash of light.
He reappeared a moment later in the same flash of light, hanging from the ceiling. Pulsar then felt a twinge of pain, indicated only by the twitch of his eye and the curling of one lip as he looked down at his side to notice a fresh wound. "That was a most interesting strategy... I'll just have to try alittle harder," Pulsar remarked, ignoring the stinging pain as he held out one clawed hand as he drew in electricity. Gathering it into an orb like his last attack, this one was small and seemed to be buzzing as it suddenly flew away from Pulsar's hand.
The little wisp of electricity zipped and flittered toward Brother.0, hurling itself at him once, and then twice. It was only a distraction as Pulsar began to charge up for two more attacks, gathering electricity around the fingers of one hand, and the opposite arm. When the Wisp finally faded away, Pulsar aimed two fingers at Brother.0 and fired the charged beam of electricity directly at Brother.0 before following up by flicking his wrist and casting a purple lightning bolt from his other hand.
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Post by "Bill" on May 29, 2011 11:44:46 GMT -8
*Brother.0 continued his assault until his foe vanished. Keeping his eye locked on the streak of electricity, he followed Pulsar as he moved to the ceiling. Readying himself for the small orb coming his way, he dispelled it again with just another stab of his blade. As the electricity dispersed, he saw the bolt shooting at him. He elegantly spun around the bolt, becoming confidant in his speed and agility. This confidence was cut short, however, as the purple bolt ripped towards him. Unable to fully dodge it, he sheathed his necklace and removed it, whipping the metal pendant at the bolt.
Brother.0 Ack! That really stings...Can't...hold on....Blast!
*The current was too much, and his singed hand dropped the necklace-dagger to the ground below. Refusing to miss a beat, he drew Piercer from his right shoulder. Bursting forward, he stabbed at Pulsarman with such force as to crumble the very ceiling upon them both.*
Brother.0: This is a great exchange we're having, I must say. However, it's time for us to step up a little more. You made me lose my necklace, and now you'll lose your neck. Equivilent exchange, y'know?
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Post by Mega on Jun 1, 2011 11:10:10 GMT -8
[bgcolor=purple][Battle Post 3]
Pulsar was not one for close range combat. Personally, he considered it barbaric and "unsophisticated" so he avoided it whenever possible. That way of thinking changed if he was hungry, it was then a necessary evil. If his opponent continued to get close like he did, it was only a matter of time before Pulsar would have to partake in the exchange. Apon seeing Brother.0 charge at him again, Pulsar pushed off from the ceiling, his cape splitting in two and morphing into his wings as he prepared an attack... until the ceiling started to crumble and collapse from his opponent's last attack.
Pulsar had to go on the defense, trying to avoid falling debri until one clipped one of his wings and forced the vampiric darkloid to the ground as he was briefly burried under rubble. A couple of seconds later, Pulsar flexed his wings and sent the rubble flying in all directions, electricity coursing around his body. "I don't normally stick my neck out for anyone good sir. So you'll have to come and get it," Pulsar quipped as a purple lightning bolt came down from above Brother.0, a second but weaker bolt following suit.
"Time to go on the offensive," Pulsar thought with a growl, unable to fly now due to one of his wings being hurt from his fall. Kicking off from his spot, Pulsar gracefully weaved through the piles of rubble and tried to manuever himself behind his opponent. Electricity crackling between his fingers, Pulsar pushed his hand out and channeled a stream of electricity from his hand toward Brother.0 that he liked to call his "Drain Beam."
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Post by Mega on Jun 10, 2011 8:47:19 GMT -8
((I'm calling this fight since Billeh seems abit busy :/))
((Pulsar gets 33/300))
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