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Post by kyuubi25 on Feb 13, 2013 15:29:20 GMT -8
Location: The Dark Citadel Version Match: V10 Posts: 2 Intro, 10 Battle Judgement Type: Single (Ecks) Post Initiative: Div
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Feb 14, 2013 13:25:47 GMT -8
[bgcolor=570041][ Battle Post – Intro] “The snake in the grass?” [/font] _______________________________[/center] These twisted lands had seen crude company…
Spiraling towers, rusty ramparts, and terrestial terrain that made wonderers weary. Darkened skies and lighting dimmed to make nothing short of fear sprout in the heart and dread to grow for whomever crossed a corrupt foe. However, that was not the case for the wandering pink blob who happened to walk into the hollowed grounds as she navigated herself between curving walls and patches of grass islanding itself in scorched earth. Her light blue eyes went left, right, left, another left, and then rolled upward and sat upon the fortress doorstep she approached.
“This…can’t be,” hesistantly a voice spoke. Broken her statement were as her concerned expression appeared upon an open video screen that was staticed by the interferrence of the deep reaches of the Undernet, “…This place can’t be for battle.”
A simple e-mailed urged Rosetta and the pink blob on to this part of the Undernet. The young looking bug girl had been satisfied that she had won the first round by default; she had no interest in fighting, nor any intention of going along with this crazy notion of being controlled by the young girl as a “NetNavi” which was a disgrace to her nature. Known as a predator, she feasted on all else, and thought anything other than her was below her unless it harbored special qualities of special programs.
Special programs to which she had not absorb…but could.
However, her trek had brought her here, and Rosetta was looking onto the grounds from the view of her P.E.T. screen along with the compressed body of the blob-girl who had simply gazed upon the grounds of the Dark Citadel’s main structure. She was hesistant to enter however, not out of fear, but simply the thought if she should give a care or not.
Maybe there was some sort or program in it to make it her while, or maybe, she was just being a dog on the leash of the little girl that simply had faux hopes of being a girl’s friend. _______________________________ “Meet the weasel from the bush!” [/font][/center] ::OOC Stats::Now Listening To: ”Catch Me {Instrumental}” by Nicki MinajIC Attire: Default Chatty Ditz: -----[/size]
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 17, 2013 23:00:31 GMT -8
One could be forgiven for believing the Dark Citadel would be a perfect place for Xyzillentz. After all, he was certainly a creature of the darkness, and he had something of an appreciation for unique architecture. But the novelty of the Undernet wore off rather quickly for him. Perhaps he'd been spoiled by his time in the Dark Colony; the Undernet seemed far less lively and, frankly, more than a little bland. If anything, it was more depressing than insidiously inspiring. At least it was better than a prison cell.
He did not notice his opponent at first, busy as he was observing the citadel itself and contrasting it with Samhain's castle. But once he looked back down and got a glimpse of her in the distance, there was no missing her.
She looks like a candy-land prostitute, he thought to himself as he chuckled internally. And people call me flamboyant... how ghoulishly garish.
His first instinct was to blast her while she was unaware of his presence... but he thought better of it. It was wiser, he decided, to simply observe from afar. Perhaps he would learn something useful about her before the fighting actually commenced. Seeing no good hiding spots in the immediate vicinity, he instead decided to stand still - his dark grey suit not terribly noticeable against the generally drab palette of the place anyhow. There's one advantage over this walking frosted cupcake already, I suppose.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Feb 18, 2013 6:41:13 GMT -8
[bgcolor=570041][ Battle Post – Intro] “The snake in the grass?” [/font] _______________________________[/center] “Nothing’s here.”
Rosetta had said it so weakly, eyes fading hopelessly. Was this another forfeit? The young Net Operator was afraid that Nu’s reputation had perhaps spread too far on the internet; a plump, pink NetNavi that had been absorbing other NetNavis. In the corner of her mind, she was afraid of this possibly, but kept empty hope alive that it would be a rumor and nothing more. Even more so, with the pink blob girl’s body being compressed reduced, and being the form of what looked like a ten-year old girl, then it could have completely slipped by anyone who would have heard the rumor.
That too probably could be an empty hope she kept alive.
There was only an earth shattering crash as Nu’s small petite form had approached the walls of the Citadel as she continued to explore. A single pink hand lifted stroking the rusted wall to feel out the texture for the pink blob girl to take note of. Like the young female that operated her, the bug was an analytical genius at heart, but expressed it in her own little way. Even then, it looked like she was simply dawdling around, procrastinating and not even giving thought to her surroundings. However, it was the little things that were the big things in life, no matter if it was just an ordinary living or a heated battle.
*Sniff-Sniff* An odd aroma intruding the blob-girl’s nose…
*Sniff-Sniff* It smelt dreadfully…tasty?
Nu could not describe what it was, but Rosetta knew it certainly meant something was in this very area. The pink blob reacted just as quickly as she turned around looking amongst the plain as she seemed ignorant that she was being watched, but well aware something was there. Pink was not a very good color in such a dark and dreary place; that much was obvious.
“Is something here Nu-chan? Maybe it’s a virus.”
Seeing the video screen pop-up by her and seeing Rosetta’s expression as she made such a statement made her roll her eyes. It was her own way of saying Bull! and a load of its grotesque brown dung that it spewed out. The bug was aware of the small of programs, components, and parts that were of the active program. She was a predator after all, and she prided herself on her excellent taste! However, regardless of her knowing what was here, in this foul side of the internet, she had to admit she was not comfortable not knowing where her stalker was hiding; waiting to reverse her natural born relationship between Predator and Prey.
However, with one touch of the wall, scratching its surface with her little pink fingernails, Nu smiled mischievously assuring to Rosetta that she still had the advantage in such a God-forsaken place. _______________________________ “Meet the weasel from the bush!” [/font][/center] ::OOC Stats::Now Listening To: ”Catch Me {Instrumental}” by Nicki MinajIC Attire: Default Chatty Ditz: -----[/size]
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Post by kyuubi25 on Feb 24, 2013 20:38:30 GMT -8
Nu wins by default. take zenny or pot it?
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 25, 2013 0:32:01 GMT -8
Technically I should still have seven hours to post, but honestly? Probably wasn't going to finish this thing at 10 posts anyway >.>
Still, 1 out of 6 tournament matches actually being finished is a pretty dismal record =/
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Feb 25, 2013 5:32:50 GMT -8
((@ufa: Do you want to finish the match, because I hate winning this way and I really am craving to RP Battle against you. Otherwise, if not, then Sen here can pot the money and whatevs. I really think you still have that option considering he pretty much ended the match too early.))
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Post by Snakeskin on Feb 26, 2013 19:46:34 GMT -8
Div, sending you a PM~
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