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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 12, 2012 22:17:24 GMT -8
Judgement: Single Judge (Kularian) Battle Length: TBD Story Version: Off - Matched at v9 Version Bonus Points: Off Setting: Ural Tundra, the Southern Flats - midnight, with the moon high in the sky, bouncing off the occasional snowflake floating down to the cold, dry ground.
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He had until the sun came up. The rest of the navis in the camp were sealed away in their own tents, zipped up tight. He had been a true professional with his abduction - perfectly silent and nearly invisible in his dark suit and helmet under the cover of night. He'd unzipped the tent slowly, his anticipation coming to an appetizing boil. There was a small, weak navi inside, sound asleep.
He and his armor were light. His body was lithe, thin, and fragile. A perfect catch. The snake didn't want to risk a struggle when he grabbed his victim... better to make sure he stayed "cooperative". Xyzillentz carefully zipped the tent's entrance closed and let out a stream of his toxic stench... enough to weaken the boy so that he couldn't move, but not enough to kill him. That would come later, at a time when he could savor it.
The boy had coughed and gagged weakly before blacking out. It was a simple matter removing him from the camp... and the torture was downright intuitive. He had been merciless that night; the darkloid did things to that boy even HE was unlikely to discuss in mixed company. When he was done, he had scattered bits of the armor he'd stripped from his prey all over the campsite within the Arbor Woods. In each one, he left a note, written classically by pen in the cursive penmanship he prided himself on:
"If you want to see your friend again, come and find me on the tundra."
Now he stood there beneath the glow of a full moon, staring off into the forest through his visor. They would come at dawn. They would be angry and ready for a fight. And they would all suffer as pathetic pieces in his little game. After all, this place was boring. He needed something to do. Otherwise he might go... sane.
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 13, 2012 10:39:19 GMT -8
Meanwhile, back at the camp, all was quiet as the light snowfall drifted peacefully to the frozen ground. Most of the navi's were sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware that there was one empty tent amongst them now. Though there was one who was unable to stay asleep, constantly tossing and turning, unable to sleep for more then a few minutes at a time.
Quickman finally gave up on the concept of sleep for now, he felt tired, but his mind just wouldn't shut down. He unzipped his tent and walked out into the brisk air, a snowflake happened along into his eye, causing him to blink a few times in reflex to the sudden intrusion to his vision. He stretched and took a deep breath, the cold air waking him as it cooled his chest from the inside out. He relaxed his muscles and released the breathe he held, watching the condensed vapor resulting from his breath rise and dissipate. He started to make his way to the edge of the camp, until his foot struck something.
" Huh?" he said to no one but him self. He picked up the object, noting it looked vaguely like armor. After a moment of examining it, he saw the note left by Xyzillent, and frowned. Apparently it WAS armor, and one of the group was abducted, quite well done he had to admit. If he hadn't happened along it would be hours yet before anyone would have found out.
Quickman took a moment to ponder his choices on the matter at hand. On one hand, he could wake the others, and they could go out and search for the abducted as a group, doubtlessly allowing more ground to be covered. On the other hand, he was the fastest one in the group, and depending on how much time had passed, the guilty party might not be far away, thus taking time to gather people would let him slip farther away.
He opted for the latter option, knowing time could be of the essence if he wanted to have the advantage of catching the felon off guard. He figured who ever had done it wasn't expecting much to happen before day break. His grip tightening on the piece of armor in hand, he took off at full speed, weaving through the trees as he made his way towards the bare tundra.
It took only a few minutes before he broke free from the trees, the vast expanse of the tundra flats opened before him. He stopped to take in his surroundings, as one is not exactly able to hide out here, there was nothing but frozen earth as far as one could see. Luckily the full moon was working to his advantage, and he spotted a figure that he assumed to be a navi a couple hundred yards to the side of where he emerged.
' Gotcha' he thought, figuring he found his target, as who else would be out here like this? He crossed the distance becoming little more then a blur if the navi happened to spot him, his speed obviously earning his name. In moments he had come to a stop no more then a few yards away from Xyzllient. He stood quiet for a moment, then tossed the piece of armor he was still holding forward, it clattering against the frozen ground at Xyz's feet. "Was it you?" he simply asked. He was fairly sure of the fact it was, but he rather not jump the gun just in case.
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 13, 2012 14:23:31 GMT -8
Xyzillentz responded coldly, stinging sarcasm lining the words like serrations on a blade.
"No, I'm just out here for the scenery."
The voice was clear, distinct, and nuanced - more than what might be expected from someone whose head was enclosed by a solid helmet. That was because the sound was coming out of the speaker-vent on his chest; a handy little function but far from its main purpose.
Xyzillentz scanned over his adversary's form with a quick, sharp movement of his head. It seemed almost robotic - a trait accentuated by his lack of visible "organic" features. He liked the look of this one. The boomerang-shaped crest seemed a bit much, but who was he to fault flamboyance? And there was plenty more to appreciate... the toned curves of this stranger's body, the tight fit of the suit, his handsome face, and the impressive blades.
How wonderful they must look splattered in the blood of another.
The toxic fiend's earlier catch had made for an attractive victim with his simple, weak, and helpless appearance; the kind of quick thrill he needed to hold him over on such a quiet night. But if he had been the appetizer, this fine fellow was the entrée - heartier, stronger. He was obviously fast, but there was more to it than that. Perhaps it was those armored red shoulder pads that aided the sense of power - he knew, of course, they were used that way by athletes in the real world.
He was thin, but not frail; he was SLEEK. He seemed strong and capable, more than worthy as an opponent. A man who wouldn't succumb too quickly. Someone who could put up a succulent struggle.
Xyzillentz shifted his hips slightly to one side and crossed his arms, his assessment completed. This one would do nicely.
"You're early, you know. Thanks for that. It's dreadfully dull out here."
He tilted his head to one side as an exaggerated expression of his curiosity before speaking again.
"Now did you want to try negotiating? Or are you more a man of... action?"
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 13, 2012 14:51:14 GMT -8
Quickman frowned as Xyzllientz spoke, having glanced the navi over as he responded to his inquiry. The navi didn't look overly dangerous to him thus far, nothing like how some such as NapalmMan did. That guy he figured had cannons hidden in his eyes somehow. Either way, he was fairly sure he would have the advantage if things turned physical with this one, but he figured he would give the navi one shot before hand.
" Hmmm...Well that depends. I usually am a fan of hostile negotiations my self. [/color] he said nonchalantly. His face briefly seemed to crack into a grin, but then darkened again as he continued. But if you let the navi go, I will leave you be. "[/color]. It wasn't exactly spoken as a negotiation, more so a threat it anything. But he had given him the option to get out of this the easy way. It was now a matter of if he would decide to be difficult. He was fairly sure though that whom ever this was, had no intention of just letting the poor guy go. His body tensed as he mentally prepared himself for what he felt was an imminent battle that would ensue.
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 13, 2012 15:13:18 GMT -8
Xyzillentz almost laughed. There was certainly a twisted smirk hiding behind his helmet, impossible for Quick to see. He would have no problem hearing the bemusement in his voice, however.
"I've already given you all that's left of him. I see you've found part of it yourself." He gestured nonchalantly to the piece of destroyed armor with a nod of his head. "No, this isn't a negotiation about HIM. It's about what I'm going to do with YOU. We could have a lot of fun if you're feeling cooperative."
With that, the darkloid uncrossed his arms and spread them in an open, welcoming, loving gesture. He was not expecting this navi to comply - but sometimes it was best to seem harmless and unassuming.
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 13, 2012 15:57:02 GMT -8
Quickman's face quickly changed to one of shock at the mention of the armor being all thats left of the navi. He hadn't planned on this being a trap or the like. A trap being the only thing he could think of as the result if he wanted someone to come out here. He narrowed his eyes as he recovered from the shock. Not exactly sure how or why the poor guys armor was left behind. USUALLY it went with the navi when deleted...just what did this guy do?
" Cooperative? I don't think so, if your idea of 'fun' is what happened to him" he said, a hint of malice creeping into his voice as he motioned to the armor piece. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to do in this situation, he had planned on attacking to rescue a member of the group he was with...not be pulled into something like this. He didn't want to turn his back on someone that he now viewed as dangerous to leave. But attacking now, knowing that he was the target to begin with was preventing him from lashing out now, as it was likely what the navi wanted him to do.
He finally came to a decision, rather quickly as only a couple seconds had passed thus far, but it felt like minutes to him as he thought things over. He couldn't leave a threat like this to remain to terrorize the camp farther, but he wouldn't strike yet. He would see if this mysterious navi would strike first. His hands glowed as two matching golden blades appeared in his grasp, both sharing the unique curve making them into his trademark boomerangs. He held his ground, figuring his forming his weapons of choice was a statement that was clearly conveyed.
"I will give you 5 seconds to get out of this network before I leave nothing but a few scraps of YOUR armor... [/color]. he trailed off. His voice was dark and threatening, no doubt he would make good on his threat. The only question was, what would Xyzllientz do?
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 13, 2012 21:56:15 GMT -8
Xyzillentz shrugged... an oddly casual action considering the threat he was facing. He felt a need to appear calm and collected in spite of the threat he was facing. He wasn't scared; it was excitement that was coursing through his veins, carried on a toxic tide.
"That answer works too, darling."
There was no cover in the tundra, and even with his dark suit, he was highly visible. He had to fix that. The same vent that had been playing his voice suddenly let loose a sulphurous surge of vibrantly yellow gas. It was joined in the release of these noxious clouds by smaller vents all over his body, and they merged together into a sort of fog bank covering a wide area and hiding its creator.
The real threat wasn't its concealment of the darkloid, though; the gas was laced with thousands of microscopic nanoviruses designed to make any navi that breathed them in ill, damaging their code, weakening their attacks, and disabling any regeneration of health. Well... any navi but Xyzillentz, of course. As always, he was immune to his own bag of tricks.
(1 / 5)
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 14, 2012 9:58:01 GMT -8
Quickman was expecting an attack from the navi, but he definitely wasn't expecting a smokescreen of sorts. He had jumped back as the first burst of the gas erupted from his chest, soon joined by the various vents he hadn't seen on his body. He stood boomerangs in hand as the cloud of gas slowly spread out and made it impossible to tell exactly where his target might be hiding.
"Nifty trick...Don't expect it to keep you safe for long.". He wasn't aware of the nasty concoction of toxins in the fog, but he didn't plan to walk blindly into the cloud. He twirled the two boomerangs he had in hand, trying to calculate the best trajectory for his attack. It had been awhile since he had a good fight, and couldn't help but crack a slight grin as he did so.
He quickly sent both of his weapons flying forward as two spinning blades, arcing out towards either side of the cloud. One would possibly assume the attacks went wide, but it was the return trip he was hoping for results. It wouldn't cover the entire area the fog enveloped, but the cris-crossing path the blades were going to make as they pierced through the gases he hoped had the highest chance of landing a hit.
Edit: turn 1/5
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 19, 2012 15:12:57 GMT -8
Luckily, Xyzillentz knew how boomerangs work. When he saw them fly nearby on their first pass, he crouched to the ground, ducking underneath them as they made their return trip. He stood back up immediately afterwards in order to restore his mobility.
The cloud of sickening gas still hovered in the air around him, though it was beginning to fade and offered less cover. As such, he felt it was now acceptable to give away his position. A dark beam of evil energy shot out of his visor, aimed at his agile adversary. Although he could have done more, Xyzillentz had decided to hold back for now... it would be good to gauge his opponent's abilities before launching a full offensive.
(2/5)
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 20, 2012 18:48:34 GMT -8
Ooc: eh i cant seem to get my self to be happy with this. I feel ts subpar but idk. Hopefully it isnt to lame =l
Quickman watched as his weapons cut through the cloud of fog, helping thin the gas in their wake. He was somewhat disapointed in the fact he didn't score a hit, but as he caught his boomerangs he was able to catch sight of some motion in the fog. Thus he was ready when suddenly a beam of energy shot out from the toxic cloud. He avoided it rather easily, he had been wound up like a spring, ready to move at the drop of a hat. The beam ripped through his chest, or rather the after image left behind when he had moved. Quickman stood no worse for wear a few feet to the side of the beams trejectory, his arms crossed and a slight frown across his face
"Ya could barely hit a mattaur with that." he taunted, even in the heat of battle his relaxed nature was showing. Not everyone was comfortable being as smart-ass in the middle of a fight. "Admittedly I was expecting to catch you off guard with those boomerangs. You must have some more fight in you then I gave you credit for initially.".
At this point quickman shifted his stance and reached up to grab ahold of the large boomerang on his helm. The two previous weapons having vanished at some point, he was going to switch up his tactics a bit. He closed his eyes, and held a breath for a moment. Suddenly a pulse of sound rippled through the area, helping speed the disipitation of the gas cloud. Then dashed towards where the beam was fired from, detaching his helms boomerang and swinging it in a wide arc, cutting through the remaining vapors, and hopefully a navi as well.
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 20, 2012 21:26:27 GMT -8
Seeing the navi rush at him trigged a quick, almost instinctual response from the darkloid. His cover was gone, true, but this presented a wonderful opportunity anyhow. When someone is in a rush, they tend to be easy to trip up.
Xyzillentz twirled off to the side and out of his enemy's path, reaching his flexible arms behind him as he did so. The stripes on the back of his suit shone out brilliantly with a flash of green light as they projected their doubles - energy whips which Xyz grabbed a hold of. As he spun around he lashed out with the whips, sending them soaring just above the ground in a rapid, low curve.
Before his mind could even register whether or not he had succeeded, his body was expanding upon the attack. He lifted a leg high into the air as he made another rotation, spinning like the wheel on a hot rod tearing up the road with a trail of darkness billowing out of his foot like smoke off burning rubber. He slammed it down hard on the spot where he was anticipating that the smartass speedster would land.
(3/5)
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 21, 2012 9:03:03 GMT -8
Quickman definitely was underestimating this guys speed, he was a slippery one for sure. He was caught off guard by the sudden materialization of his energy whips, and got caught up in them as they swept into his shins. Stumbling he barely noticed the next attack to prevent a rather painful looking kick to his extremities. He twisted his body to land on his back, and brought his golden blade up to meet the kick, a loud clashing sound resonating from the blow.
Having effectively prevented the more painful aspect of the cleaver counter attack, Quickman wasn't about to waste time mincing words anymore. He flipped backwards off his back, and onto his feet, replacing his weapon back on its resting place upon his helm. Instead he materialized several smaller blades, each sharing the trademark golden boomerang shape. He held all six of the blades in one hand, fanned out much like one holding a hand of cards. With a sweep of his arm though he sent them all whizzing through the air, spreading into a weaving row of blades aimed at the dark assailant.
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 21, 2012 19:33:05 GMT -8
Finally, Xyzillentz was caught unprepared. Several of the blades hit their mark, and although his suit did not tear, he could feel the stinging, slicing damage they were doing to his data. At this same moment - so synchronized it seemed like a side effect of the impact - the darkloid's helmet dematerialized in a flash of green light. Beneath it, his vile visage was revealed; his eyes stared at his assailant with a burning intensity.
There was a bone-churning crack and a sickening pop as his lower jaw dropped open like a trapdoor, revealing his malevolent maw. From his gaping gullet shot a wide stream of vapor, light green in color and smelling of utterly unmentionable things. The burning acidic fog surged out like water from a flash flood breaking through a levy.
The hurricanic horror was accompanied by another lash from his whips, each closing in from a different direction at waist level. Their neon splendor sailed through the clouded air, slicing the stillness of the combatants' surroundings.
(4/5)
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 23, 2012 7:45:27 GMT -8
Quickman couldn't help but get a smug grin when he saw his attack strike the navi, but it didn't last long. When the mysterious navi suddenly revealed his face, he suddenly realized just WHY he had it hidden...and had worse images to accompany the possible demise of the one he came out here for in the first place.
He started to open his mouth to make a wise crack, but when the reptilian navi opened his and began spewing some nasty looking substance, he decided against it. He started to move to the side of the incoming gas, but was caught by one of the whips, which did minimal damage, but the fog was almost upon him. Then suddenly he vanished the fog passing over where he once occupied just a moment ago.
Not far from his original position, but safely away from the gases, Quickman reappeared as a blur at first, suddenly snapping into focus. His short range teleporting was a very effective way to avoid things, but it was taxing on energy to say the least.
Taking a few quick breaths from his sudden exertion, he suddenly dashed forward, as a mass of distorting energy gathered behind him as he moved. He didn't take long to cover the distance, and drove a fist backed by the sonic energy towards the scaly face of his opponent.
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 23, 2012 17:21:54 GMT -8
Xyzillentz didn't move. The smug speedster dashed at him rapidly, on a predictable course, with massive momentum... a perfect opportunity. His mouth remained open, and as the fist approached he bent his knees and lowered his head beneath it. Another surge of the acidic spray poured out of his innards, aimed straight at Quick's torso - at the perfect point-blank range he had so graciously provided.
At the moment of impact, two things happened - firstly, Xyzillentz reached his arms around in order to latch on to his assailant in a tight embrace. Secondly, his suit vents practically exploded as jets of pressurized stench shot out and surrounded the combatants. It was a beige color, less saturated than what he had used at the start of the battle. This gas held no nanoviruses, but it was far from harmless; it was powerfully pungent and poisonous.
Xyzillentz, of course, was immune to his own toxins. He even enjoyed the scent - something like rotting garbage, melting plastic, sulphur, rotten eggs, decomposing bodies, raw sewage, sweaty armpits, skunk's spray, and digestive gasses all rolled into one and amplified tenfold. It was terribly invigorating. Most of his victims, of course, didn't share this appreciation - or his tolerance to poison.
The suited snake-man felt his body collide with that of his attacker, grunting in pain. He didn't let the hard impact stop his constant stench stream. This time, he had to be sure his enemy would breathe in his ravishing redolence.
(5/5)
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