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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 3:56 pm
This is a unofficial fight between Gene Autymn and Rydell Reaver. This is a T1 unpowered fight. Only equipment powers may be used. This involved only abilities your equipment gives and nothing else that involves your physical abilities. Setting: A old abandoned city that has become over grown with greenery and foliage. CityThe time is high noon The weather is a cool 63 degrees. Gene will take first post.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:23 pm
﹥Ⅶ Gεne Autymn Ⅶ﹤
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"The leaves my change with the s e a s o n s but human nature will never c h a n g e "
Wisps of Gene's breath were exhaled and made contact with the air, which clouded around him. For once, his arms were inside the coat that usually rested on his back and was stitched to the back of his shirt. Gene was never the best at handling the cold. He could handle heat fine--probably because he spent long days and nights in very humid climates.
Gene's blade cut into the ground, halfway sticking out of the ground. Gene usually started a fight like this. Not as a handicap, but simply because it was interesting to see people try to fight someone who has their blade caught in the ground.
On his left breast, Gene had the word "Intense" written in black. The rest of his shirt was relatively immaculate. With a piece of wheat sticking from his lips, Gene shivered and rubbed the goosebumps along his arms. It didn't help that the cement under him seemed to radiate the temperature as much as it radiates heat on sunny days. Even if the cement was cracked, and from these cracks grew grasses, insects, and other invasive organisms. The buildings around him were just the same. Discarded chairs, charred papers, broken cubicle walls, and shattered glass were only a few of the things that marked this ruined city. It's a pity, this place could have had a really nice bar--or two.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:51 pm
 I was the king of kings.
I had but one rule and one rule for myself...
✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ A small shock ran through Len's ears as it often does when he listens to his headphones in the cold. The rhythmical beat of one of the few rappers he was a fan of echoed through his ears. He ran his glove through his thick brown hair brushing it out of his eyes revealing their emerald green hue. With each step his duel swords clanked against each other that hung on the back of his hip in a X fashion crossing each other. His hood hung over his head over casting his face in a light shadow. He whistled along with his music as he stepped ever closer to the man who challenged him. Gene claimed he was a friend of Len's old friend Desmond and it would be rude to deny the man his challenge.
Len focused on his opponent his sword smashed into the ground sticking out as the man seemed cold bundled up in his jacket. However Len was often used to the cool weather and this temperature would normally be t-shirt weather to him. However the lack of moving objects in the area did not do to well to keep the area a bit warmer. Run down buildings were covered in greenery from head to toe. Broken windows scattered across the shadow casting buildings the rest reflected the golden sunlight casting rays of lights only to break up the large shadows.
Len stood in front of his foe. His childlike face adorned with a thin scar stretching across his nose to the inner side of both of his cheeks and a light brown five o clock shadow. His brown scruffy hair poked out of his hood in random spots as if he just woke up. His red headphones outlined in a small silver reflective line ran down the side of his head and vanished into the comfort of his red hood. He pulled his hand out of his front pocket throwing up a peace sign to his challenger. A slight breeze ran through as the rustling sound of trees and brush swayed in the wind. Len's brown hair waved behind his hood as his green eyes focused on Gene. His trusty swords hang upon the back of his hip. The two blades were long with a inset chainsaw following the blade ending at the large spike at the edge of the blade. Its guard shaped like a tear drop with a vertical circle on the pointy end of the guard. It's hilt was created from a 800 year old redwood tree carved like the handle of a old flintlock pistol decorated with a gold lining in a fluer pattern with a inset pair of brass knuckles on the inside arch for added grip. A seven foot chain also hung from his waist.
"You ready?" ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪
...As a man I will fall.
And my son you've watched it all.
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OOC: Rydells Current Song
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:14 pm
﹥Ⅶ Gεne Autymn Ⅶ﹤
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"The leaves my change with the s e a s o n s but human nature will never c h a n g e "
Unorthodox. That's a decent word to sum up Gene's personality, clothing, fighting style, pattern of speech, even the way he eats. The way he eats is not unlike a crocodile--especially when he's eating meat. As a child, he had to refrain from eating meat because of his religion (Which he abandoned very early on)
Before he left his religion, he was taught mixed martial arts. This became the base of his fighting style. It isn't based completely on any martial arts, instead he created it himself. It's based on speed. Simply put. It was this speed that Gene would exhibit to start the fight, and make the first attack.
Gene clutched the hilt of his blade, and out of this he pulled a duplicate of the weapon. This new weapon shown an autumn leave orange. With this, he disappeared. He didn't fall through a hole in the ground or run, he didn't evaporate or melt like the wicked which of the west--no, he literally vanished. When he appeared, the new blade was moving with such velocity it appeared to be more of a whip than a blade. He was directly in front of Len and slicing horizontally.
Len would be close enough to feel the humidity of Gene's breath splash against his face--and wisp up into the atmosphere where the carbon dioxide in it would feed the plants around him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:36 pm
I was the king of kings.
I had but one rule and one rule for myself...
✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ Len's face remained unchanged as he watched his foe vanish into thin air. It was easy to tell he was a speed over strength fighter. Len grabbed for his right blade pulling out in what seemed like a second his sword snapped out at it expanded and moved like a snake. Occult Razors were made exactly for Len's fighting style. His face looked calm as the blades clashed directly in front of him with a small spark. Len grabbed for his second sword and swung it horizontally with a wide arch extending it to around the length of 10 ft creating enough momentum on the blade to generate the chain saw effect in into left sword. It roared as the blades as sharp as a scalpel began roatating faster than eyes could see. All that sown was a grey aura that roared through the blade. Aimed directly towards his seeming unprotected torso.
Lens hair swung as his body moved from the force of his blades swung under his hood. He stared directly into gene's eyes. His eyes flashed with the spark of the blades connect. He gave Gene a friendly smile as no sense of worry was shown in his face. ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪
...As a man I will fall.
And my son you've watched it all.
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Len's Current Song - Rolling In The Deep Cover - Amyst
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:55 pm
﹥Ⅶ Gεne Autymn Ⅶ﹤
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"The leaves my change with the s e a s o n s but human nature will never c h a n g e "
With chainsaws running and blades clashing, Gene still felt the cold seep through his skin. Letting his left arm's metal gears crunch, he pushed his blade harder into Len. His arms made up for his lack of raw strength, and in times of need he could amp up the amount of energy he could exert. The serrated edge of his blade would glow that same brassy orange that it had turned to multiply. This time, though, the blade changed shape. The edge shot out thin lances of the same energy metal material that comprised his blade. This would slip past the sides of his chainsaw blade and skewer him like a kabab. His torso would resemble more or less Swiss cheese. His blade also changed in thickness. It would turn to the size of a dinner plate so that there would be no way Len could cleave through his blade in the time needed for him to be impaled by the extra blades that attached to his initial blade.
Gene quickly grabbed at the hilt of his blade, and pulled another blade from the hilt. Using this, he changed the size of the blade into a shield four feet in circumference. With this, he held his energy metal arm up to his other blade. The blade would clash against his shield and it would be a standstill. He knew he couldn't hold this defense forever. His arms would eventually budge. But that's not to say it was an immediate matter.
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