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 Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:24 am
 Wikipedia Central Park is a public urban park in the heart of Manhattan in New York City in the United States. It is host to approximately twenty-five million visitors each year. Central Park was opened in 1859, completed in 1873 and designated a National Historic Landmark in 1963. Eighty-five percent of the park's operating budget comes from private sources via the Central Park Conservancy, which manages the park pursuant to a contract with New York City Department of Parks and Recreation.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 3:08 pm
DanteMiller
[ Eye of the Storm ]
ⓉⒽⒺ ⓀⒾⓃⒼ
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His head held high within the mist of the smoke that was blown from his mouth, the scent and taste of wine was carried into a drift around his own atmospher, a lost and disturbing tone was upon his eyes. With a brush of the passing breeze that swept the stone pathways along the parks peaceful enviorment and onto the plush green fields of grass. His bud hit the ground with notting but the clip that held a cindering flame that was dying slowly from the flames that were made from his lighter, placing his foot down to nudge the cindering flames of his Mild into ashes below his feet, (New york...a true empire state of mind, this is where life begins and changes for me. They say if you can make it here then you can make it anywhere so what does it mean to be born and raised here? Will successful come with ease?) clinching his hands into tight close soon broke the silence of his knuckles crackling. Pulling his set up(boxing stance) he quickly put a guard over his face, "Okay, so you want us to get started and Lala will arrive shortly? Sounds like a plan but I suppose training would mean us all being here so let's begin!" standing with his legs shoulder-width apart and his rear foot a half-step(right foot) behind the lead foot(left). Swaying in and out into a light hoping from his left and right foot, his movements took a bobbing and weaving style as he preped himself with light shadow boxing, throwing random combitnations of hooks, jabs and cross counter punches. He found it a good excise to take some light shadow boxing before sparring or training but if it was a threating situation then there wouldn't be any holding back or light shadow boxing needed, (Hm.. I will need to keep my eyes opena and may even need to switch up if, Ray, wants to get all sly with his kung fu or whatever the hell he calls his style.) twirling around into a 360 degree turn, swept a strike of his back fist as he gazed upon his (Boss) with a focused look within his eyes. Shifting as fast as he could into a gyrating motion of his fading in and out, Dante would have to try and get the best work out possible to grow from this excise, taking skidding strides from his left and right, rained more of his quick jabs and cross hooks, "I don't know why you chose a park to do this in but your the boss, everyone has to start somewhere at some point, the road to success is infinite so lets see where this takes us! " the muscles in his lower and upper torso began to tighten along with his calves tighting from his light excise. Dante was ready to go whenever, Ray, decided to make his move but was hoping, Lala would pop up at some moment to cut in with their excise.
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Rounds:504 Status:Training/Sparring
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 5:28 pm
++++++++++++++++Pashion Family Boss: Mechanical Genius, Sky-Flame Wielder, Cross him and Perish by his hand. Reizo Long "Ray"╔══════════════════════╗ A new day was dawning in the famous new york city. Going for a jogging in the famous central park. This was his soon to be turf if he could not jog safely he was a failed leader. The sounds of music coming from his ears as he ran, with one foot in front of the other. He was working on his foot work during this jog. It was brisk this morning outside in part of the city. This park was filled with strange characters and people. Like it always was, it was like home, filled with lovable strange characters. During this run, he was aiming to improve his own strength and endurance. If he could not how could his family rely on him to be the decider in the coming boss battles. This was the grand and great central park. The grass was stronger and greener, it was more focused and powerful. Somehow Ray saw this homeland or rather home town as the strongest place in the world. It was the best place their was no comparison. If any sucka said different he would wrecked their s**t.
As it would seem during his run, he came across the hot headed second in command "Shall we get under way young dante, or have you learned from you past loses?" He was clearly implying a challenge to a spar to the young lion before him. Ray using his own foot work, turned on his heel turning to come not but so far in front of him " The park is fitting, it's a place where lives start and end daily, this place is home to everything...So the only way to learn to be one with it, is to exchange fists here..." he tapped his shoes on the ground, as if he was professional baseball player. The wind was blowing vigorously through the park. The sun was sparkling and things were starting to get real. He spread his legs taking a low stance. He was going to coordinate his movements for this coming fight. Using precise bursts of power he was going to overwhelm his adversary. Ray decided to make use of the five elements style or rather variation. He had extensive training, even though he preferred not to use violence. He normally had a habit of messing up once in a while.
Though the leader who dressed in a pair of white, sky blue and gray sweats, with a pair of shades covering his eyes and keeping glare away, looked ready. His foot slide into the proper stance, as if he was waiting for the speedy and powerful Dante to make his move. After all as the Pashion family boss he had to understand everyone will and flames. Even though there was a small gap in their level of power, he seemed to be ready. The explosive power and animal stances that he knew were going to be used for, and Dante did to. How classic a familia battle in the central park.
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Unleashed on the World:502± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ++++++++++++++++
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 6:35 pm
DanteMiller
[ Eye of the Storm ]
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The difference between him and Ray were great but that didn't concern him abit sense he knew that it wasn't about winning it all but they did have a score board which did piss him off. This attitude would never be shown towards him sense he was in fact his own boss of the family and being his right hand man was his only goal and duty. Shuffling his legs into a shifting stride of him fading and weaving, he would have to use his fine feet work to get at Ray and try landing some quick and precise combinations. There was many ways of going about taking him down but that again was not the objective, (I recently learned that I can pull off a 'Swamers/In-fighter' or what they were also known as 'Pressure fighters' sticking close to my opponent and use bopping, weaving and swaying to stay ontop of my game and land as many blows as possible in intense close range.) Dashing into a leg thrusting stride with his upper body in a semi-crouch stance, Dante would move into close range length of striking Ray but this would be only the beginning of what the 'Swamers/In-fighters' style was like. This was a boxing method he had not done with Ray but then again, Dante was known for a common 'Brawler/Slugger' style of fighting/boxing that showed no form of feet work but focused on overwelming the opponent with intense punches. Shifting into a weaving motion of him swaying right then aimming for a bolo punch(right hand) which would be a odd angle strike to his jaw line. But his bodies motion would come to a halt, rather then this punch tranferring his weight with his motion, the punch would be a surprise due to the odd angle it was coming. Dante wouldn't show up without a cross fire to this style he was using to give his boss something to worry about when it came to him choosing right for his right hand man, (I can easily try to change my style up but that wouldn't be wise that I am now in close quarters with him, Ray is much to smart for me to try getting reckless for a stupid move not even a professional would do! I could do it with a normal punk trying to run something in the street but this is the, Boss.) his facial appearance held a firm grip on his opponent with his mind on focus of getting as strong as possible to make his boss and family proud. "Hmhp!" he grunted, his momentum gained with a violent force that would appear like he was building up for a swift combitnation behind this blow, his left hand came from over head with his strike aiming for his forehead or under his right eye. A Overcut, this was the type of punch that wouldn't be seen in just every boxer's arsenal but it meant trouble for those not suspecting a overhand left which the original name was overhand right. With a trajectory that was parallel towards the ground and would be a real treat to open up his defense or make way for a oncoming surprise jab. And or a uppercut that would be a real knockout if done just right....too bad this wasn't the average street corner punk, huh? Dante was revving to get this excise going at top speed of 150mph, this would be a known as "Gunning!"
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Rounds:584Status:Training/Sparring
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 8:12 pm
++++++++++++++++Pashion Family Boss: Mechanical Genius, Sky-Flame Wielder, Cross him and Perish by his hand. Reizo Long "Ray"╔══════════════════════╗ Well it did not take long for things to get under way. This would be a good sparring match for Ray. After all if he did not stay sharp he would not notice when his familia needed him. What better way to get noticed then go through a good old fashioned beating up of a friend. Who was Ray kidding he did not wanna beat up or on his famila. He just wanted to get stronger, one of the best ways to do this was to train with them. That way the both of them got a lot stronger, and the stronger they got together the greater the family became.
As it would seem Dante started off the fight just like he asked. Ray could not just let him have all the fun. Instead of using energy to move with the other, He saved himself time by adjusting his low stance, to a medium height one. He was quite fast. His steps were something, but instead of watching Dante's mirage like legs he focused on his mid section. Those crimson eyes of Rey focused on the other with the intent to bring a abrupt power shot to the other.
Moving like a beast with a bit more agility in his foot as he stepped forward. Like a bending tree branch, he adjusted his stance, to give him explosive power behind his fists. Though Dante would know his Boss was normally a avid knife user. Yet his stance looked like he was knife fighting with his hand. It was soft form, empathized on strikes that punished harsher actions. He seemed like he was ready to make this interesting, Rey debated and noticed his will. Soon a hard form of expression hit Rey's face. There were no jokes, no games and will power that would crush anything. Crushing a familia broke the rules, and what kind of boss breaks the ancient laws of their own family, codes must be adhered to after all.
As his loyal and powerful storm guardian launched his fist, at the same time Ray came into his mid section, aiming to make a damaging stabbing blow, with intense finger strength and stamina, normally it would be deadly but in this case,if it connected it would leave make as if he cut under the skin with his bare hands. Though an overhead punch had an obvious flaw, like an axe chopping wood, his other arm seeked to do a similar cutting strike aiming for his armpit. If this blow landed he might be able to cut down on Dante's punching speed by a bit giving a small advantage.
Soon a surprise jab he did not see coming shot at his face. This blow was too quick for him to evade so instead he used an old boxing trick, after all a boss who didn't learn from the famila was no boss. He blocked the rock hard blow with his forehead while dipping the two before it. It was risky and damaging to the both of them, but there was not much choice, nothing was free enough to block. This was a one hell of a sparing match thus far.
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Unleashed on the World:1033± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ++++++++++++++++
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 9:34 pm
DanteMiller
[ Eye of the Storm ]
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This was it for sure, the boss was ready to get started with the sparring match and notting could get in they're way once things got poppin with them passing blows and strikes to the body, notting would deminish this bond. This was abit odd and off to some but unlike others that live a typical life style, Dante got a thrill from fighting and passing blows back and forward was the most exciting thing to him. A feeling that put reality in check and didn't leave any gaps to make sure you knew the pain you felt was real, (I will try to avoid being hit as much as possible to make a difference in this match of sparring, no way in hell he will see my next move coming but I wonder if he knows I use Muay Thai as well? If I have shown him then it will be a treat now that I got abit more to show this time. Yep, yep, time to put some work in!) Ray was known for his knife style of fighting but it was more unique then one could simply try to imatate or copy like a style or trick that was seen a thousand times. It could have seemed like a collusion was about to happen by the way, Ray came at him with a simple movement of his legs, this would be much different then they're past matches and it would be worth all his practice and brushing up to actually lay down some unsuspecting moves. Ray aimed a strike that revealed the same finger stab like stance within his hand as before but this time it was much more...this was abit off for, Ray with the way they were positioned, although if they both went on like this their would be a colliding factor behind this straight-forward conflict. Most of the time, Dante would hesitate to get close for the fact it didn't feel to good being stabbed at by his fingers which left nasty brusies and even broke skin, (I see!) from the corner of his eye came a fierce counterattack of his same finger stab aiming for his armpit area. This was abit bad considering the shoulders were indeed a way to read a boxer but that didn't concern him, it was being hit by that snake style bulls**t in his armpit, luckly, his jab was coming with his right hand and would either collide and cut off his stabing at his chest or clean shot uppercut him in the chin. The risk was to great and being stabbed was a real pain when he was not used to most of his typical fights having a finger stabbing in them, it never came clear of why a headbutt was coming at his jab but it didn't need to make contact with his skull, not in this situation and damn sure not making such risk of losing his stance to a stab in his armpit. With a solid attempt to mix a combitnation of his footwork, bobbing and pulling away with a light distance back stride, the footwork would pull him back into half arms length of making contact as bobbing would be a clean rotating dodge of his hips shifting his movements more to his right, he could avoid the pit stabing and even pull out of his chest stabing but it was still likely to happen. Tighting his upper torso muscles to make a sturdy defense, Dante weaved around dropped his semi-crouch completely as his left shoulder tranferred his bodies weight into a 360 degree spin of him attempt to swing a classic backfist strike. Though his stance was low into a dip as it would be aimmed towards, Ray's cheek bone area or possibly his upper arm that was in use to stab his chest, this would leave, Dante open to change his style of freestyle at will.
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Rounds:656Status:Training/Sparring
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:31 am
The Undead Pop DivaLan-Yue "Lala" Daiyu As the two combatants fought a feint wind would pick up around the area, brushing through the bladed grass and the bushy trees, ripples in the water gliding across the calm river. The world around them remained the same but slowly began to change. It appeared the the environment around them began to go through a constant season change. First it had been sunny and everything had been green, then it turned to Autumn turning the trees and leaves to browns and reds and oranges, the heat began to pick up even though droplets of rain had begun to fall from the skies, then the rain soon turned into a light snow, and from this snow came hail. However, this hail wasn't ordinary, for a brief moment the icy shards were sharp, as sharp as a knife, and would rain down on both Dante and Ray. A howl could be heard, echoing throughout the gardens, one of animal decent, but if one listened closely enough they would realize that it was actually the cry of a human. The climate change had been so sudden, covering the ice with a thin layer of snow before the weather changed once more and was restored to its sunny status. However, as the sun's rays beat down upon the earth and the slightly ice touched riverbank. It glistened beautifully as the sheet of ice spread over across the entire river. Though it was thin, the ice had been strong enough for one to walk across, though it probably wasn't very safe to do so. Little by little did the ice began to melt in the gardens to create a thickening mist that was slowly starting to envelop the area.
Sniffling could be heard throughout the area followed by soft pouting. "You jerks!" A voice shouted out to them, it's high-pitched wail and tone was clearly that of a female. "You two promised to wait around till my show was over so we could all start together. I didn't even see you two there!" The entity seemed a bit angry at the two men, growling and grumbling could be heard as the mist grew thicker, Ray's and Dante's minds were so easy to manipulate. "I'm gunna kick your asses!" She whined. Silently through the mist shot out two sets of chains, swiftly launching from behind both Dante and Ray. The chains seeking to wrap around the both of them and would squeeze the tightly, the spirit had been angered by them though she had been no where in sight, of course there was an easy way of trying to find her, but she doubted that either of them were intelligent enough to figure out how. The sun would pierce through the mist, little by little did it start to clear but the fog was still present and their surroundings were still hindered by it. The chains would slowly become tighter, aiming to left them from the ground and hoister them high up in the air. ============================ ========== ========== ==========Illusions Cast: 500
Minds Mesmerized: 500
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:31 am
 "I don't really think I wanna go do any work."
[Total:37] [Agility:20] [Power:7] [Stamina:10] [Resistance:0]
~*Green {Lightning}, Flame*~
~*I'm the Pilot*~
~*Don't touch my Faygo!!!*~
As Avedis was flying around, he began to pass the United States, his home country. He hasn't been here in a while, considering that not many people like him for certain reasons that have yet to be revealed to anyone. He just needed to make sure to stay away from the Pennsylvania area. He looked down as he saw what seemed to be hail? "It's definately not hailing now?" He looked up quickly before he realized the clouds were normal. "I see what it is." He said, his resistance was so low, he was able to be affect by an illusion that wasn't directed at him. She shook his head in his own disapproval and then continued flying, not stopping to go down, but heading back to Yokohama.
[Underboss, Seizonsha Family]
[Avedis Malor, Adamant Crusader]
"Even if you could catch me, you'd be screwed over."
{Adamant Shards confused ??}
{Adamant Crystals confused ??}
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 12:41 pm
++++++++++++++++Pashion Family Boss: Mechanical Genius, Sky-Flame Wielder, Cross him and Perish by his hand. Reizo Long "Ray"╔══════════════════════╗ This was getting viscous in terms of fighting, it was nice change of pace. Dante seemed to figure out the variation that he was using. He was fusing the metal element with snake style, giving birth to a hardcore fusion of his own design. It was one of the many style he was forced to learn in order to defend himself. It was one of the few things left to him by his parents before their deaths. This was no time for daydreaming Ray, get your head back into the game. It was time to unleash a little something after all it was only a bit of flames.
Then as Dante went in for his next attack all the weather went ******** crazy. It was originally a sunny day in the middle of central park. A friendly yet harsh sparring match between two fellows was taking place. It seemed that Icy shards were raining down now on the two. This could possibly mean two thing one they had a guest, or two the apocalypse was happening, Rey prayed it was the first.
His interest was conjured by the new comers. Though ignoring Dante could have been accidentally fatal. Dante was well trained, and well versed in his brutal and aggressive forms of combat, yet really Ray possessed such a gentle style with hard blows, so opposites do attract. As he pulled away, Ray felt the contact of the rough jab, closing an eye for second or two as his head rocked slightly. Adding in his own evasive foot work he spun and danced back a bit into the grass of central park.
A sudden change in style gave him something to do. As he changed so did the stance of Ray. It looked a lot less restricted and one could swear he was shaped like a dragon. Now using the fire element style, with the dragon stance. He threw drill like stabbing hands towards Dante, dipping back and aiming for his triceps. If this would have worked it might weaken his right arm for a bit, this was a spar so he was likely to try severing things at all, it's his familia after all.
The world went crazy, and then a voice was heard as he was making his strikes. He knew it well, and inside his head he sighed. It explained why the weather was like it was anyway as he seemed to be sliced a bit by the ice shards the fell from the sky "I do apologize Lala, we were a bit absorbed in our match.." seeing how dying will flames were now in use, Ray broke off from his own attack. Going back to take up a proper stance.
His ring was glowing, his focus was clear, and he carefully took out a little orange box. He applied his Pashion family ring, breathing calmly and carefully he opened the box. A new display of power came from it. Though his orange sky flames seemed not as pure as they could have been. Soon a trench knife was in Ray's hand with a light orange colored blade. The great reign box weapon had be activated. What better way to train ones flame then to use it in a friendly sparring with the family.
He twirled this weapon in his hands and held it properly before a partly more expressive version of the orange sky flames revealed itself, the blade being engulfed in them "Well Lala it's cool we can all just chill...Use this spar to get out your anger, I promise to be there next time..." Ray spoke in a chilled tone adjusting to using his box weapon. He heard her expression change with will to a** kicking mode, then chains lashed out. Ray was only half able to resist, but resorted to attacking the chains using the sky flames to fend them off. Since everything was obscured by vision, Rey closed his eyes using hearing. Regardless of what was happening they were still in central park, meaning their was a good chance her hiding spots were limited.
Unlike Dante, he could resist illusions to a degree to a point they had about half the power they normally would on him, at least in this current case. With this he calmly waited focusing on his box, and waiting patiently for a time to strike at the shadows steps so to speak. Ray did remark in his mind though "I am glad she's on our side..." with a small chuckle. Well the saying went, there were no greater wrath then a woman scorned, lets see if that is true. ╚══════════════════════╝± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Flames Gathered:767
Unleashed on the World:1800± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ++++++++++++++++
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 1:53 pm
DanteMiller
[ Eye of the Storm ]
ⓉⒽⒺ ⓀⒾⓃⒼ
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This bond between him and the boss was truely fierce and as they raged on with their focused and determined training within the central park, the movements that he were making to stay on par with his opponent were used for a simple used and were not wasted for one stroke of his precision. Thus was the way of a talented boxer within the concrete jungle of New York City, it had been quite awhile sense they had began to ever get serious but blows were being passed as they held a interlacing vibe of ones will to fight and grow stronger. Combat was a art form to him and the acts of sparring and fighting were just a canvese on which they painted a gallery of sweat and blood, the tighting of his muscles grew intenser with each passing second to stay on the breaking point of performance in battle. Ray, was indeed one to keep an eye out for and to keep it as real as possible, shrugging him off or dropping your guard with him would get your a** a trail free ticket to a endless paradise vacation to the bahama's. This applyed deeply for all of his family and himself as well, connecting his movements with a precise follow ups with his boxing style, each attack lead towards a successful back fist that rocked, Ray back into a dancing stumble but this was not within his style or even boxing style to make such a move. This was the results of him being a (Brawler/Slugger) fighter to begin with, (That was a nice follow up! I was able to connect each movement and pace my self into a in-sync flow with my body using weight transfer and momentum. Well, s**t...! If I can do all this correctly, I should take up some kickboxing as well, unless, of course, I can freestyle that myself~) that risk that was mentioned early was now wide open and Ray was going to take it and make one hell of a comeback with his strangly new stance. With a rapid pace of Ray shifting himself foward into a striking motion, at that moment, Ray seemed to be pulling a force grip strike aimed for his tricep, this was only plain to see with his arm still extending from his early attack. "Ah, s**t this is gonna hurt.." he mused, with all intentions of only him hearing his own words, a sharp bucking of his arm rocked with, Ray's finger stabbing at his tricep, the force sent him into a slight rotating stumble. Clinching his teeth as the pain soon swept his nerves, that pain soon left his mind as he saw the atmosphere change with a shouting of words, "You jecks!" abit of sweat appeared on his forehead to see and hear, Lala continue, "You two promised to wait around till my show was over so we could all start together. I didn't even see you two there!" this was the pouting of the famous yet strange appearance of his families own pop singing "Lala." he stated. "I'm gunna kick your asses!" she whined, this was just great not like the ice shards in the sky or the on coming chains from her flames illusions, hitting on s**t for him and Ray. Luckly, if they wanted to use these box weapons of theirs then all was safe to say, "It's only gunplay~" he mused, with a light strain of in his arm as he stood from his staggering stance. The shards coming down were but a illusion but that didn't mean s**t to him as he vaulted from his position into a commando roll and back onto his feet as he kept his pace into a sprint away from Ray. A flare of red flames emitted from his families ring, revealing his red weapon box that was attached to a chain that was dangling along his thigh, connecting his ring and box together drew out his (Iblis Revolver) the mist wasn't helping and he knew that he was in some trouble facing, Lala. With a sudden appearance of chains coming from the mist, he placed his guard up and blocked with his revolvers frame that was now interlacing with the chains. "Who would have thought that a poor black kid from Harlem would get mixed in with these sorts of situations but f**k it! I enjoy this life~" pulling his revolver with a sturdy grip, Dante was abit helpless against Lala's illusions with her mist flames. "....Lucky me."
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Rounds:762Status:Training/Sparring
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:23 pm
The Undead Pop DivaLan-Yue "Lala" Daiyu It seemed that those two morons had noticed her presence after all though her chains had been knocked away, she grunted when she was unable to get her targets, her Mist Flame in full effect as the chains soon retracted. Hearing Ray's words did console her a little bit, however, she had still been a bit angry at the two of them for not waiting for her to show up, they didn't even come to her show, after she gave them back stage passes. Being on the road had never been easy for Lan, constantly juggling performances and her training to keep herself strong. Strengthening her illusions while at the same time trying to strength her stamina and quicken her body so she was literally untouchable, constantly moving about but only when she had to in order to preserve stamina. Lala had a horrible sleeping schedule, often falling out whenever her body couldn't go on anymore, however, she had past her normal thresh hold a long time ago so she had been able to stay up for days and days at a time if she had to. That and caffeine, sugar, and pep pills kept the girl awake whenever her exhaustion got too bad. Lan had often traveled the world on tour by a private tour bus which had been her and her family's secondary home, though whenever they needed through an ocean, they flew. Despite them ditching her or forgetting her every now and again, Lala knew at heart that they didn't mean to do it, they had been so nice to her, they were the only family that she had left ever since her mother passed away a few years ago. Having been left in Ray's care since he had been the nephew of her manager. They had been kind people, however, this was training and she wasn't about to let up now.
As she retracted her chains she dug them into the ground, the mist still present regardless of the sun's rays starting to shine through the mist a bit creating eerie splotches of light. The chains seemed to have dug into the ground, she knew that Ray had a bit of resistance to illusions, unlike Dante, however, that didn't mean that he would be able to find her. Being an illusionist also meant knowing where all of the opponent's blind spots were on the battlefield, all of the hiding places even in an open environment like the gardens. The chains rattled the ground and soon sprouted out, Lala's battle claws having been attached to both sets of chains as they raced for Dante and Ray, the tips of the claws having been dipped in a glow orange hue, glowing with burning friction that caused the ends to smoke and hum. To the trained eye it appeared that the claws had been reeving rather rapidly, building heat and friction in order to sear the skin while cutting through it at the same time. Aiming to slash along their chests. In order to get stronger, Lala took her training very seriously, it was just a matter of how long she had been able to keep the illusions up. While at the same time, figuring out what was real and what was fake proved to be difficult. Thanks to her ring, her mist Flame allowed many of her illusions to become a reality. Creating something from nothing and creating nothing from something, that's what she had read with the note she found with her father's box when rummaging through his old things. It wasn't until she started training again with her new found powers that she found out what such a riddle meant and she would make that saying a reality through her own powers one way or another.============================ ============================== Illusions Cast: 630 Minds Mesmerized: 1130 Last Place Hypnotized: X
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 7:49 pm
++++++++++++++++Pashion Family Boss: Mechanical Genius, Sky-Flame Wielder, Cross him and Perish by his hand. Reizo Long "Ray"╔══════════════════════╗ Soon it was happening all over again. Another switch hitter hand entered into the training area. This sparring match was really turning into something else. Who would have guess it would have turned into a three way family match. Ray had to start taking this a bit more serious. The second that all the box weapons became activated. It became painfully obvious that this wouldn't be a simple battle.
This was central park in their territory, this was the united states they were duking it out. In the blood of every hot blooded American existed a flame greater than any other. Somehow during this battle he found the will to conjure his box weapon and it seemed the others followed suit. That earlier blow decided to make him a little serious, but the mist flames being used got most of his attention.
After the last clashing of Dante and Ray he gave his head a shake, rubbing the bruise out of his face. This was defiantly a fun spar, and Lala never ceased to make things amusing. Her tactics were ingenious but she had to something obviously revealed herself. Ray lost track of Dante in the mist but was emitting some impure yet powerful sky flames from the blade of his sword. He was starting to get quite tired, this spar was lasting quite a while it felt like, and soon he would be forced to rest.
Their boss took off at top speed following wear the chains shot from. To the best of his senses launching into a spiraling jump in the air he shot down swiping in the general area where the chains had lashed out at them. Ray was adjusting into a crane and wind element style while wielding the sky flame trench knife.
Lala was always a good one, not much younger than Ray, he treated her like a little sister of sorts. Though during this spar he saw everyone of his family like normal. They were that, the people he would stake his life on. Ray took into the a high speed run through the mist that had no predictable steps. She noticed someone lashing out towards him, not sure if it was Dante or LaLa he prepared a guard.
He counted the flurry of slashes with his own strong arm tactics with his combat knife box weapon the flames glowing after each clash becoming harder and more pure, meaning they were improving greatly. However Rey was slashed a few times across his chest, making his stamina drop even further thanks to the burns " Damn this might not last much longer...damn..it" he hissed under his tongue parrying a lashing claw, and breaking apart from their struggle. He was well aware that Dante was not only a boxer but a gunner. This family was one hell of a good one. He would become the strongest boss to make sure they stay on top of his name was not , Reizo "Ray" Long, bank on that!
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Unleashed on the World:2300± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ++++++++++++++++
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 9:51 pm
DanteMiller
[ Eye of the Storm ]
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"Damnit! Why am I the one that has to deal with her in this state? I know that she is only one of many illusionist but this is just to much for just me, Ray is some where in this mist as well." struggling to pull his revolver free of the interlacing chains that appeared from the mist that were emitted from Lala's flames. His ability to combat illusionist were low to none but would be best to say his chances to fight off these illusions were slim to none but zero percent just sounded so much better. Streams, drips of his stamina lost trickled down his facial expression that showed frustration to the situation that was taking place within the central park, he was getting quite tired with this damn mist that she was using to fight them with, he had to respect her flame mist to a degree but at the same time it was notting but a got damn pain in the a**.
"F**k....errr-! That's not good!" with his mind within a cloud of his own mist that fogged his senses, this would be one hell of a illusion coming at him, with a rough grazing strike across his chest, broke his stance from the sudden shock of being struck from out of no where. His white dress shirt was soon shredded with strips of the white fabric taking the air as the world soon turned up side down, with a staggering lose of his balance and a grunting of more frustration broke the silence around him. The rough dragging of his backside skidding across the grass green surface brought some reality to the illusion that was present around him, (If it wasn't for the revolver guarding then I would be in a worst condition then this, I gotta recover and try to fight back, my stamina is dropping quickly and I don't know how much longer this can continue without the feds showing up!) leaning back into his skidding motion, Dante quickly took this chance to transfer his weight and momentum into a hand springing flip. With his body leaving the grounds surface with a quick change in his bodies positioning, landing upon his feet with a rocket starter stance that would be seen on a track field, with a rush of movements and a swinging of his revolver, Dante took off into a dash through the mist but was aiming to follow the direction in which the claw had appeared from.
Turning his angle in which he ran into a curved or circular stance within his sprinting style, extending his run into a wide curved/circular turn, this would help him get around whoever he was likely to run into. "Impact!" his voice shouted, with his revolver aimed within range, this would put his box weapon to the test of it's range as he pulled his index and released several rounds into the mist. This was only to hit whoever he could or fight off any oncoming illusions sought out by Lala to strike him again, (I should give them a taste of my flames after this round!) breaking his sprint with a sudden halt in his footing, with his gun held high within his sight, the pistol cleric within the pashion family was not one to give into his opponents submissive actions because he had too. "At least I know how, Ray Charles felt being blind, huh!?" he shouted, holding his index upon the trigger with a intense focus that was fixed to shut down any opposing force. "Stream like a relentless storm....this is truely a life I live just when I'm about to go crazy!" he stated.
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Rounds:617Status:Training/Sparring
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 11:35 am
The Undead Pop DivaLan-Yue "Lala" Daiyu All was going well, Lan could feel the sharp claws hitting their marks even if it had grazed them, she knew that they had been fast enough to move out of the way fast enough so they wouldn't get cleaved into several pieces. She had been delighted to feel her attacks hitting since those two had been awful fast, faster than her at least. It appeared that her attacks were a lot more effective than she gave herself credit for. Lala had never been too confident in her abilities which was one of the reasons why she trained so hard as she did. Lan wasn't much of the type to pull any punches and if they ended up injured then they did have a medic in the family so there was really nothing to worry about. For the most part, Lala's anger had subsided and now she had just been sparring normally with them. She didn't have too much stamina but she was able to keep her illusions active for a good while so as long as she didn't have to move around too much, so finding a good hiding spot was key. Since keeping up the illusions required a good amount of stamina she normally couldn't do anything else while keeping the illusions up, however she had still be quite new to this style of fighting so she was still training quite hard to get better. Right now both Dante and Ray were a lot more powerful than she had been and because of that she had to work extra hard to surpass them. She was able to match them on a certain level due to their low resistance to her illusions but their strikes hit hard when struck and Dante used guns so Lala was kept on her toes if she was noticeable in battle. Power didn't matter all too much to Lala since she was the type to simply run around cast illusions, she didn't focus too much on strength since her power was within her illusions; that and she was already training enough parts of her body and mind right now anyway so adding strength to that list would only strain and stress her body out more. Right now she probably had a bit more stamina than they did right now since they had started fighting prior to her arrival and she hadn't made any noticeable movements.
After their successful hits, the claw-tipped chains began to retract once more, swiftly being reeled back in by the wielder as Ray came darting in the direction where the chains had been coming from while Dante had began to shoot in that direction. However, most of his bullets would miss their mark while others merely ricocheted off of the chains. How dangerous they were, Dante had no regard for human life it seemed, he could have easily hit Ray with those bullets of his. Ray's combat knife was useful yet small, how does one expect to hit a target that they can't see with a weapon so small? The claws had been retracted due to the shortening distance since it would have been hard to hit a target that was trying to lessen the distance between himself and the wielder. The burning claws began to hiss loudly as they fully retracted away from Ray and Dante, disappearing into the mist. The hissing grew louder and louder and soon several cobras were sent forwards, spiraling and snaking about as they appeared out of the mist. They had the look of death in their tiny eyes as they shot towards them. Two had been racing for Ray, looking to bite and snap at his forearms while the other two sped towards Dante, lashing tongue and fangs bearing aiming to sink their teeth into the flesh of his mid-section. Had it been another illusion? Perhaps, however, these snakes had come from different directions than the claws had, however, the mist began to fade away little by little. It hadn't been as thick as it was before though one's vision was still hindered pretty well, the gardens around them would slowly start to become visible. A part of Lala feared that the law enforcement would show up soon. They were in New York and shots were fired after all, that was pretty much asking for the police to show up. But worse come to worse Lala had a plan, her tour bus wasn't far after all. For now it seemed that she was trying to inflict as much pain as she could before they had to finish or they ran out of energy.============================ ============================== Illusions Cast: 770 Minds Mesmerized: 1900 Last Place Hypnotized: X
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