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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:08 pm
Hello to all of the Death Country. I'm your newest recruit. I'm curious as to what you all can do, so I'd like to take on as many of you as possible in a fun little spar. Any and all of you may join. ^^
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:40 pm
Bob and Travis appeared. "Fresh meat," says Travis, and he rushes toward the new person with his sword aimed at him Bob walked towards the new person with a friendly manner.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:27 pm
A pale-skinned man taking the height of roughly seven feet or so with an opened black hoodie covering most of his body began silently walking across the grass field. A light breeze was blowing against his back as he walked. The scenery was rather calming to Razor. The black hoodie which held chain designs sewn into them had covered most of his grey eyes. Underneath his hoodie there would appear to be no under torso of any kind. All that shown through was his pale chest and stomach. Farther down he had one set of black jeans on, torn in several pieces along it. In his right hand sat his Sealed Kuragari Sword which was a sword that had a katana blade of ten feet in length, which he leaned onto his back. It had several rugged edges on the bottom of the blade as well as inscriptions along the sides. The craftsmanship was ancient, yet unique all the same. This ten foot long blade wore a black hilt, along with it being a light-weight sword to allow Razor to manuver quicker.
Alongside all of this having been revealed, Razor decided to pull the hoodie down away from his eyes. His iris would shift from grey to crimson red. His Vampiric Instincts were kicking in because he was about to engage in a fight. It was quite apparent he was bloodthirsty, making him even more eager for a good fight. His fangs which were on each side of his mouth were stained in dry blood. Licking his almost death-looking lips, he wondered how long this fight would last. Looking down at his bare feet, Razor noticed a cut he hadn't seen there before. It must have gotten there from when he had been given the life of a vampire. He hadn't really paid much attention to his body's details exactly after the Siring. Razor exhaled, though he didn't need to since he was a vampire of course as he looked back up. "Mmhm..." Releasing the insignificant oxygen, Razor would set eyes on his opponent. Finally, it was time. A smile would form across his previously emotionless face as he spoke, "Are you ready, boy?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:33 pm
(wow, u sure r literate) Bob walked toward Razor in a friendly manner. He had Travis following . Travis was inside his head with visions of victory "Hello adventurer, are you lost?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:18 pm
Razor Eventus Bloodrose A pale-skinned man taking the height of roughly seven feet or so with an opened black hoodie covering most of his body began silently walking across the grass field. A light breeze was blowing against his back as he walked. The scenery was rather calming to Razor. The black hoodie which held chain designs sewn into them had covered most of his grey eyes. Underneath his hoodie there would appear to be no under torso of any kind. All that shown through was his pale chest and stomach. Farther down he had one set of black jeans on, torn in several pieces along it. In his right hand sat his Sealed Kuragari Sword which was a sword that had a katana blade of ten feet in length, which he leaned onto his back. It had several rugged edges on the bottom of the blade as well as inscriptions along the sides. The craftsmanship was ancient, yet unique all the same. This ten foot long blade wore a black hilt, along with it being a light-weight sword to allow Razor to manuver quicker. Alongside all of this having been revealed, Razor decided to pull the hoodie down away from his eyes. His iris would shift from grey to crimson red. His Vampiric Instincts were kicking in because he was about to engage in a fight. It was quite apparent he was bloodthirsty, making him even more eager for a good fight. His fangs which were on each side of his mouth were stained in dry blood. Licking his almost death-looking lips, he wondered how long this fight would last. Looking down at his bare feet, Razor noticed a cut he hadn't seen there before. It must have gotten there from when he had been given the life of a vampire. He hadn't really paid much attention to his body's details exactly after the Siring. Razor exhaled, though he didn't need to since he was a vampire of course as he looked back up. "Mmhm..." Releasing the insignificant oxygen, Razor would set eyes on his opponent. Finally, it was time. A smile would form across his previously emotionless face as he spoke, "Are you ready, boy?" (omg I loved this post!it was really detailed and i got clear images in my head.....I'm not death country...I would make an appearance but i choose not to xD)
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 1:24 pm
((Desperate: Lol, thanks. Sorry it took so long to reply. I forgot about this post lol. If I am understanding correctly, Travis and Bob are both in visual view, correct?))
Ichigogirl: Haha, thanks.))
His cold crimson lips began to curl as a sadistic smirk grew across his face. It was interesting to see the two beings before him. The two could be a bit of entertainment. Razor was indeed one for making good first impressions, as well as causing all kinds of trouble. A chuckle escaped his curled lips, the cold smirk on his face turning into a cruel smile. It would appear that he enjoys others' pain for his own entertainment. Looking at the both of them, he arched one of his eyebrows as he spoke. "Cut the chit chat..How about we give them all a show...I know others are watching..."
His voice was deranged. Almost evil. It was as if nothing about him was deemed good. Though this was not the case, his appearance said otherwise. His appearance was meant to intimidate, and he was almost sure it did. He wondered if they'd be ready for what was to come. Not wasting any time waiting for a response, Psionic Energies began to release itself from Razor. The purpose of these energies would be unknown for now, but he preferred to let the opposition wait in suspense for now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:24 pm
"You may try, but intimidation won't work on me. And I can feel... power around you, so I guess it's pointless to try." Bob waved his hand over Travis's eyes, removing the illusions on his eyes. Travis suddenly saw Razor in front of him. "I feel power, and anyone with power is anyone who can pick a fight!" Travis's sword appeared in his hand, and utilizing super speed, he appeared behind Razor and slashed his back.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 6:31 am
"Clank!"
The sound of metal meeting metal. Sword against sword. Travis' sword had clashed against Razor's Sealed Kuragari Sword. Indeed Travis had used super speed, but Razor was Vampiric, meaning he was just as fast, if not faster. They'd soon find out if he was indeed faster or not, but for now he wouldn't worry about displaying his speed. Leaping backwards, Razor decided to give them all a taste of his Psionic techniques. The Psionic energies that he had released previously, morphed into thin blades that could slice through molecules. The targets were simple: His forehead, his neck, his four limbs, and his heart. If they would make contact, Travis would have lost before he had even gotten started.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 6:47 am
Travis was already moving around faster than any eye can see. He slashed all over Razor with unrelenting speed. He can faster, but he decided to stay 1/3 speed. Bob took out his sword and waited for any action that is gonna attack him. He can give the illusion that he was faster, or he can make it look like he was hit. He ran around avoiding any Psionic blades.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:03 am
Razor matched Travis in speed and in strikes. Each and every time there would be a "Clank! Eventually Travis would have to let his guard down, and until then, Razor would do anything he could to keep him from getting through to harm himself. For now he would let his Psionic energies fade back into his being, to hide until the moment was right to strike once more.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:08 am
Bob created an illusion where Travis was resting, leaving an opening, for Razor to exploit. If this doesn't work, Bob thought, then I might have to use other powers that I will never use.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 6:11 pm
Travis suddenly disappeared.
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