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Post by lukuz13 on Jul 7, 2011 16:58:01 GMT -5
-Luke raised an eyebrow to him shaking his head "Not really... who's going at it?"
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Post by ValenMedia on Jul 8, 2011 2:13:46 GMT -5
Valen closed his eyes, attempt to eliminate any unnecessary distractions. He concentrated on himself, trying to will his mind to levitate himself. Valen continued a cycle of consisting of only concentration and straining his mind to lift himself. This continues for several minutes, every once in a while ascended a few centimeters off the ground though quickly falling once again. This repeated itself numerous times, his impatience growing with every second. After a few unsuccessful attempts a green aura encompassed the area around Valen. He then began to hover several feet above the ground. His glee at being able to become proficient at the skill caused him to lose concentration, leading to Valen abruptly falling flat on his face. Aside from the immediate discomfort, he lifted himself up and said with a sheepish grin, “I meant to do that.”
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Post by Mr.Chocobo on Jul 8, 2011 16:42:06 GMT -5
Critias waited in his room.
He was hungry. He was lying on his little cot, it wasnt near big enough for him.
His music box played on the table next to the cot.
There were tears in his eyes.
'I will find those bastards who killed my friends... But I must learn to control my anger... Learn to use the power inside without having to be bloodthirsty to access it...' Critias thought.
"I need a new teacher. One who can teach me the ways of magic." Critias said out loud.
Critias's wings folded out of his back, and he stood.
Tendril floated in front of him, free of his hands.
"And then, when I've unlocked my potential, I shall crush those who took away my only home!" Critias said, and he smiled.
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Post by FinlandiaWhiteEyes on Jul 10, 2011 13:55:39 GMT -5
-"Oh. Well, that sounds...interesting, I suppose. If you will all excuse me," she made a sweeping bow to her new acquaintances, "I must be heading towards my chateau. I have some things I need to organise and check before we can go anywhere." Smiling, she wandered out. The book was in her hands before she'd even left the room.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 10, 2011 15:01:55 GMT -5
Snipes nodded and smiled, "So you've already advanced to green? Not bad... not bad at all..." Snipes said as he raised his hand. A purple stream shot and enveloped the remaining barrels as he lifted them with ease. He then hovered them around ten feet in the air in a zigzag pattern, "Navigate your way through them," He said, looking at Valen.
Paul nodded, "Before I go I should tell you a bit about your Readius," he said as he pulled his out, "If you wanna find anything, just press this little button right here, and speak what you wanna find," Paul said as he pointed to the button, "After that just say what you want, and the little voice'll tell you how to get there. There's also a map, and a few other features," Paul said as he pocketed his Readius, "Try using it to find the nearest place to watch the fight, for the few that want to watch the fight that is. If you need me, just hit that button and say, 'Call Colonel Paul Bell,' simple as that!" Paul said as he headed into the elevator and left.
Fallout looked at Luke with a smirk, "Come on, you're about to find out."
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Post by FinlandiaWhiteEyes on Jul 10, 2011 16:02:26 GMT -5
-In the room that still felt nothing like home, Alleras focused. She knew the form well, had seen it plenty of times. She had made a dedicated study of its insides and its outsides. She knew it. And now she would dnace the right steps, and become it.
-Light, light featured much. A desire of the night. Honey, and sweet things. The futility of glass. A grey old man whispering. Repeating a plea to a giant eagle. Alleras rose to the tips of her toes, then spread her arms. She shivered into the form, fluttering and delicate. The moth flew around, considering the world. Then she shifted back.
-Repeating this excerise a few times, she devloped control. 'Good. Creativity and mastery will come with experience.' She turned back to her books and considered what to learn next.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Jul 10, 2011 23:58:52 GMT -5
-Clep turned around, still walking forward. "Better hurry up, or we're gonna miss the fight!" He called towards Kazuma and faced forward again.
-Kazuma grumbled and chased after Clep as they began searching for the nearest viewing area.
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Post by lukuz13 on Jul 11, 2011 0:38:57 GMT -5
-Miles silently floated after the group, curious about this fight people had been clamoring about. He could not resist a good duel and, his recent bout with Fallout had left him eager to see more of the people of this ship.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 11, 2011 1:23:45 GMT -5
The group headed through the elevator. It carried them for a few moments before finally stopping at a large theater like building, with a large screen at the end. People were standing all around tables, chairs, and a few were at a bar ordering food and drinks, "Hey I know you!" They heard a voice say as they turned to see Gadrielle walking towards them, "You were the guys with my big bro right?" She asked with a cheerful smile.
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Post by graybeardhalt on Jul 11, 2011 1:31:28 GMT -5
-Kazuma gulped, his mouth suddenly becoming drier than cotton. He still couldn't believe that such a beauty could exist, even though he was staring right at her. He managed to cough and his brain finally found the function that was known as 'speech'. "Oh, hey." He managed to say with a smile. "I'm doing just great now. Oh, we haven't been properly introduced. My name is Kazuma Magari." He said, extending his hand towards her.
-Clep noticed some slight changes in Kazuma's behavior and speech as soon as Gadrielle came into view. 'It seems he wants to mate with the female.' He pondered. 'Humans and their bizarre mating rituals. I'll never understand them.' Orpheus chimed in. Clep grunted in agreement. "I'm doing quite well, thank you. My name is Cleptsii Solamnia, though you may call me 'Clep', if you prefer."
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Post by Mr.Chocobo on Jul 11, 2011 12:11:10 GMT -5
Critias heard whispers of a fight brewing.
He rushed along to find the others, asking people he met where he should go.
He walked into a large room, and spied the group of men who were now his team, and the woman from earlier.
"Guess the party is all here!" He said cheerfully, with a pointy toothed smile, as he got to them.
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Post by Pulse on Jul 12, 2011 13:34:49 GMT -5
Iridis chuckled openly, bouncing on the balls of his feet oh so uncharacteristically, his enthusiasm for the fight evident. "Ha, I didn't think humans shared the Echani love of dueling," He declared, feeling the crowd's exultation about him, "You humans never cease to amaze me." He rejoined the group with some relief, glad to be among his own. Poorly Iridis stifled a laugh with a rough cough, amused by Kazuma's midling performance with Gadrielle.
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Post by lukuz13 on Jul 12, 2011 18:42:31 GMT -5
-Miles turned his attention to the new arrival, preparing to greet her before noticing Kazuma's conversation with her, his speech patterns.
"Hm...that manner of speaking..." Miles spoke softly, running the man's reactions through his mind, the cold sweat apparent on his form, the red coloring over his face. Miles recognized it and chuckled more to himself before stepping forward for a moment.
"Though I do hope I am not interrupting anything...but it is an honor to meet you fair lady." He exclaimed to her, offering a slight nod to her.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jul 12, 2011 19:10:50 GMT -5
Gadrielle smiled as she shook Kazuma's hand, 'Is he shy? Awww, that's so cute,' she thought as a silence fell over the crowd and the lights in the room started to dim, "It's starting!" She exclaimed as she turned her attention to the monitor.
A Roman style arena was shown on the display as James' voice could be heard, "Good evening good people of the Olympus, and welcome to the tenth Olympic Tourney!" He exclaimed from a commentating room, "We're looking for a good fight here today! Ain't that right Paul?"
"Oh you said it brother! This year we got a rookie Thunderfist SL going against a member of the council, and this guy's lookin to prove himself!"
"Without any further distractions, let the fighters enter the arena!!!" James exclaimed as the crowd cheered, "In the red corner we have Captain Mitchel Brown!!" A mixture of boos and cheers were heard as he stepped into the light. He wore the traditional Thunderfist armor, with two long blade like devices running up and down his arms, "And in the blue corner! Give it up for a member of the Council himself, Admiral Isaac Sandrick!" A roaring cheer was heard all throughout the Olympus as an older man stepped into the light. He had a long dark ponytail that reached to below his shoulders, and two hookswords at his sides. One was a dark crimson color, and the other was a soothing blue. They each had a dragon design running from the hilt to the tip of the hook. At the base of his back were two curved shortswords. Before the man spoke a light erupted below his feet as a strange Chinese dragon like creature began to circle around Isaac, stopping beside his head, "May you fight with honor, and bring glory to your name," the creature said with a bow before he disappeared. Isaac smirked a bit as he drew his two shortswords. Mitchel responded by extending both of his armblades.
"Fighters..." James said as he paused for dramatic effect, "BEGIN!!!"
Mitchel dashed towards Isaac, leaping into the air with great skill and speed. He brought both armblades down towards Isaac, but was only met with the hard dirt of the arena floor. He then heard something behind him as he felt a foot slam into his back. He tumbled across the arena before flipping over and coming to a stop. He saw Isaac charging up some strange blast attack. Isaac fired it off at the man's chest, but he just barely managed to escape direct impact. The force from it hitting the ground sent him flying, and slamming into a wall. He slid down and looked up at Isaac. He leapt up and charged. The two locked up their weapons as Mitchel sent a flurry of slashes that were blocked and parried by Isaac. As he went to deliver a more powerful slash he saw a bright blue light, and then Isaac, vanished. He looked around, but saw nothing, until a shadow started to form below him. He looked up just in time to be greeted with a boot to the head from Isaac. Isaac sheathed one of his blades as he aimed an open palm at Mitchel. Mitchel sighed before he spoke, "I admit defeat," he said as the crowd roared with a cheer. Isaac smiled as he helped Mitchel to his feet. "Admiral Isaac wins!" James exclaimed.
"Now folks, just because this is over, doesn't mean it's over. We still have a few more fights for ya today, including the spot for runner up! We'll be back in a few minutes!" Paul said as he switched off the microphone.
"You have a bright future kid, keep at it," Isaac said to Mitchel as he headed back to the other side of the arena.
Gadrielle stood there speechless before turning to Kazuma, "Wasn't that awesome?!" She asked with a massive grin on her face.
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Post by lukuz13 on Jul 12, 2011 19:20:30 GMT -5
-Miles watch them impressive display with glee almost, he shifted where he stood, anxious now, his proverbial blood pumping, wanting nothing more then to test his medal against this man, before suddenly calming himself with a smile.
"At my current level I would be a disgrace... I must continue to gain strength...perhaps this organization will help me reach my full potential." He chuckled softly to himself before shooting a glance at the others. "It seems the humans also respect a good fight... I will indeed get along with these people." He 'smirked' to himself before glancing back at the arena. "And a good fight it was you gave us Sir Isaac..." He whispered softly to himself, suddenly wishing to see more of the crew, of everything, yet at the same time wishing to continue with their duties. Miles thought heavily for a moment, and deeply wished now to test his limits in battle, clinching a clawed hand eagerly, as he anxiously watched the arena.
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