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Post by Monika on Jul 14, 2013 10:27:18 GMT -5
"Well, that certainly was interesting." Hioma, at a complete loss for words, lightly prodded Zelmon, signaling for him to declare a winner.
"Ah, right, milady," Zelmon replied absently, having been completely enthralled by Jeff's and Perish's shenanigans. There certainly wasn't much honor in that battle. Perhaps that was the reason I was sent to stop him... he mused. "I suppose it does not matter. The winner of this fight due to, ah, the opponent falling asleep - does that actually count as a loss, milady?"
Hioma shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, the winner of this fight is Jeffrey Valentine. Congratulations are in order, I suppose."
Hioma scribbled a few things in her notebook. The giant moon (which had descended uncomfortably close to the group) opened its enormous, rocky mouth and vomited a shower of red and black confetti onto Jeff.
"According to the list, next up is Cale Efrun, the Illusive Squid versus Ash, Leske and Desmond," Zelmon read. Turning to Hioma, he asked "Is that fair, milady? Three against one?"
She shrugged her shoulders again. "I don't think the rules of this tournament care much for fairness, Zelmon - if there are any rules at all. Besides, you saw how Cale saved me from that horrible creature, without even harming anyone. He's crafty enough. I'm sure he'll be just fine."
"I was more concerned about the other three," Zelmon muttered. Deciding not to question things further, he shouted, "When the combatants are ready, they may take their spots around the arena. Please be mindful of the moon, which seems to be frightfully close to us. Can you do something about that, Lady Hioma?"
"Yep," she replied simply.
After a long pause, Zelmon spoke again. "Will you?"
"What would Leon do?" she answered.
"Fine," Zelmon sighed. "Let Round Two: Fight 3 between the Illusive Squid and Ash, Leske and Desmond begin."
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jul 14, 2013 12:36:43 GMT -5
"I like how we made it to the second round but our boss didn't." Desmond deadpanned as the trio made their way to the arena floor.
From the stands Magnus let out a drunkenly incomprehensible insult.
"Right." Ash looked around at the crowd. Or what was left of the crowd. Honestly there weren't that many left.
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Post by Calefrun on Jul 14, 2013 14:36:11 GMT -5
Cetis stumbled into the arena, practically falling over himself several times. "Can't fght drinjs os ourte s namnral lpifnb jot..." He concluded, and quickly shapeshifted into Cale Efrun, though this time he was dressed as a pirate, complete with an eyepatch. His weapons, however, kept the same shape as before. He drew them, and stood facing the trio as he gently swayed from side to side. "U wot m8?" Also this started playing: www.youtube.com/watch?v=os5TXyJlEMc |
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Post by Damien on Jul 14, 2013 16:20:30 GMT -5
Trosdan sat and watched, waiting to see the outcome of this massacre match. Whether or not Cale was drunk, the three mooketeers were in for a world of hurt. While waiting, he scanned the crowd--rather, what was left of it--and spotted someone he hadn't seen there before.
The gentleman was wearing white robes, as white as freshly-fallen snow. It was accented by red triangle patterns along the oversized cuffs, the hem, and the hood, which was down, revealing his features. Trosdan gasped quietly as he made contact with the man's eyes--well, eye.
His eye was of such a bright blue color that sent a shock through Trosdan. His brown hair seemed well-kept, despite its messy and tousled look. Trosdan realized he'd been staring when the man gave him an almost imperceptible smile. Trosdan blushed and turned away in embarassment. Just moments later, he looked again, and the man had moved closer and was still walking in his direction.
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Vyndaen walked into the stadium, passing the time before he would be leaving the area and moving on in his adventure of wandering the country. As he entered, he noticed a elf sitting off to the side. Vyn felt a rush go through his body when he saw the elf's eyes, a striking green, like fresh leaves in the springtime. He quickly looked away, afraid that the elf may look his way and catch him staring.
Moments later, he turned to look again, and found the elf staring at him, straight into his good eye. The elf's eyes were even brighter from a direct angle, almost glowing. He gave a small smile, hoping not to scare the elf's attention away. When he blushed and turned away, Vyn frowned, angry at himself for causing the elf an embarassment. He decided to go and apologize, and so he turned and began walking towards the elf. The elf turned to look again and blushed even brighter as he saw Vyn approaching.
He moved up next to the elf and leaned against the railings with him. He decided to break the ice with simple introductions.
"I'm Vyndaen," he said, smiling. "Most people just call me 'Vyn'."
"I am Trosdan," replied the elf, still blushing.
"Nice to meet you, Trosdan," said Vyn, patting Trosdan on the back.
Trosdan's smile wavered a bit. "I just want you to know that I wasn't looking at your...your--," he stopped short.
"The eyepatch?" finished Vyn. He turned away, his mind filling with his doubts and feelings of inferiority.
Trosdan caught this. "I didn't mean to...what I'm trying...I mean...you're very handsome..." he babbled.
Vyn felt outraged by the comment, so he turned to tell Trosdan off. When their eyes met, Vyn could see nothing but sincerity in Trosdan's eyes.
Did he really mean that? he thought to himself. Vyn gave a somewhat awkward smile, feeling foolish for his quickness to anger. "Thank you," he said aloud. "It's not often I get a compliment such as that."
"Well," said Trosdan, "perhaps people don't see you as I do." Trosdan gave his most sincere smile to Vyn, hoping to alleviate any doubts he had in himself.
Vyn smiled and blushed, playfully shoving Trosdan with his elbow.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jul 14, 2013 16:32:34 GMT -5
The mooketeers exchanged a wary glance and then looked around the arena trying to discern where the music was coming from. Unable to do so, the decided that it was probably time to actually fight. It's like they had a hive mind or something.
They didn't waste any time.
Desmond charged at CETIS, conjuring up his armor and a few swords that he immediately stabbed at his opponent. Ash shadowstepped behind CETIS and stabbed at his vitals.
Leske hung back and conjured a rifle and began shooting.
"They're falling into their roles quite well." Magnus said, suddenly sober.
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Post by Calefrun on Jul 14, 2013 17:51:07 GMT -5
Just before the attacks struck, Cale somehow managed to turn himself into solid steel. As the blades and bullets deflected off harmlessly, Cale came to a disturbing realization. Though he could still move, as a magically animated and quite literal "man of steel" he had no blood vessels to speak of, and now blood to have any sort of alcohol content. Unfortunately for both himself and the mookateers, he was completely sober in this form.
In a fluid motion- albeit a rather slow one due to his current weight- Cale turned sideways and pointed his guns at Desmond and Ash before pulling both triggers.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jul 15, 2013 0:56:57 GMT -5
"Oh fizz!" Desmond shouted and summoned some more swords. But instead of attacking, these swords formed a wall of blades between Desmond and the deadly projectiles. He blinked. "How did I do that?"
"Leveling up grants one automatically learned new spell!" Magnus called down.
"That made no sense but okay sure whatever."
Ash decided on maneuverability instead of defense, dodging between the bullets that came his way. He responded by wordlessly hurling a fist full of magically constructed daggers at CETIS.
Leske kept shooting.
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Post by Mizagium on Jul 15, 2013 1:18:26 GMT -5
Jeff was transported back into the audience next to Perish. Xeltyr flew by and gave him a wide grin before flying off again to go meet the creepy moon.
"So..." Jeff said to nobody in particular. "That was weird."
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Post by Calefrun on Jul 15, 2013 20:20:24 GMT -5
Cale swatted the daggers aside with a metal hand, then returned mostly to his original form, leaving the side facing Leske metal. He popped some pills, then turned the rest of his body back to normal and momentarily disappeared. He showed up again next to Leske. "You know, that's really annoying." He swung his foot around towards his opponent and, in a move that was totally original and not taken from any anime in particular, he turned the back of that leg into a chainsaw. He kept his hands over his shoulders, and continued firing at the other two.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jul 16, 2013 16:09:43 GMT -5
Leske managed to duck just in time to lose nothing more than a few hairs as the chainsaw-kick went by. He dropped his rifle and drew a pair of desert eagles and unloaded at Cale.
Desmond grunted as he was forced to his knees by the barrage of gunfire, but managed to keep his shield of swords (lol wut) up. Ash wasn't so lucky and got clipped in the shoulder by one of the projectiles. He managed to throw himself behind Desmond's shield before more could hit him.
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Post by Damien on Jul 17, 2013 12:52:48 GMT -5
Cale's swatting of the daggers sent them careening in all directions, with a few heading straight for Trosdan. Trosdan's eyes widened in surprise and fear, and then suddenly snapped shut, prepared for the impact of the daggers hurtling for his body.
He heard someone say "Qnuyelvy!", an impact, and then a clattering of steel on stone. He opened his eyes to find a hexagonal-pattern barrier between himself and where the daggers had been coming from. He looked to his side to see Vyn holding up his hand, projecting the shield.
Trosdan grabbed Vyn and pulled him into a hug. "Not many people would lend their aid to save one of my kind," he said.
"Well," said Vyn, smiling, "perhaps people don't see you as I do."
Trosdan beamed as he pulled Vyn closer. They stood there for what seemed like ages, embracing each other, until they pulled back a bit and looked each other in the eye. They both chuckled and blushed, and eventually turned their attention back to the fight, their arms still around each other's shoulders.
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Post by Calefrun on Jul 17, 2013 14:14:55 GMT -5
Cale turned back into metal before he was hit by any bullets. HE GRABBED HIS CROTCH AND THRUSTED, OPENING A PORTAL BELOW LESKSE'S FEET THAT WENT TO THE HALL WHERE ALL THE TURRETS SCREAM AT YOU. HE THEN PROCEEDED TO SWIVEL HIS HIPS, WHICH OPENED AN INCREDIBLY SEXY PORTAL IN BETWEEN HIM AND LESKE, INTO WHICH ALL OF THE NEWLY-FIRED PROJECTILES WOULD FLY. ANOTHER, EQUALLY SEXY PORTAL OPENED UP BEHIND DESMOND AND ASH, AND PROCEEDED TO DUMP ALL OF LESKE'S BULLETS OUT AT THEM IN AN INCREDIBLY SENSUAL MANNER.
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Post by Mizagium on Jul 21, 2013 22:40:31 GMT -5
"I like how this is an actual fight," Jeff commented on the fight.
"I like how nobody questioned that I was from the future," Xeltyr commented on his time traveling.
"I like how there's even more romance in the air," Fabio-Ridley commented to Rachel.
"I like how we no longer have a part in this story," Riley commented to Ridley.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jul 25, 2013 23:53:20 GMT -5
The fight was pretty much over then and there. Ash and Desmond did their best to dodge the barrage of sensual bullets, gyrating and dodging in an equally sensual manner. Alas, they were overwhelmed quickly and rendered unconscious within seconds of Cale's attack.
"Well, I guess that's it then." Magnus sighed. He quickly teleported down to the arena and reached into the portal to the room where all the turrets scream at you, dragging a traumatized Leske back out. Magnus pulled a towel out of somewhere and threw it high. "You boys did good."
"wrgrablemg." Leske choked out.
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Post by Razgat on Jul 27, 2013 21:57:12 GMT -5
Random Girl sat to the side as she watched. She had made up her mind that she had to join this team, whoever they were. It didn't really matter to her, she just needed to be with someone. She waved to anyone who would listen. "Hey, guys, room for anyone in your group?"
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Post by Monika on Jul 27, 2013 23:48:15 GMT -5
"And this match's winner is...Cale Efrun, the Illusive Squid!" Zelmon announced.
"No surprises there," Hioma added. "Still, Ash, Leske and Desmond all put up an enjoyable fight. Great work, guys!" Hioma waved at Magnus' mooks on the off chance they were coherent enough to acknowledge her. "Next up on the list is..."
"...Xeltyr. And the Dayman. Oh, dear," Zelmon finished. "If there is some deity out there watching over us, I hope it prevents too much unnecessary destruction."
"We're still in Creepy-Moon-Staring-At-Us-With-Skeletons-And-Scary-Beasts-World. There's not much here to be destroyed, and not much here that would need to be replaced," Hioma pointed out. "Everything will be just fine. Have a little faith, Zelmon!"
"I'm not very good at that," he answered.
With a laugh, Hioma motioned for the two combatants to begin fighting. "You heard the announcer. Let Round Two: Fight 4 between Xeltyr and the Dayman begin!" Once she had given the order, she jumped from her lifeguard tower and next to Random Girl. "We would love for you to join our team, if you'll remember us!" Hioma smiled, only half-joking with her comment.
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Post by Razgat on Jul 28, 2013 19:02:50 GMT -5
Random Girl smiled. "My name's Random Girl!...I think. What's yours?"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jul 29, 2013 1:05:39 GMT -5
The infinity belt began to shake and bobble on the floor as a bright light began to emerge from the buckle. The Dayman and Diane crawled out of the belt quite out of breathe with their hair a mess. Soon after their ascension, The Rainbow Prince and a disturbed looking Welshy made their way out as well, who preceded Hobotron and Lady Hobotron.
"Ah!!! What a way to celebrate a victory!" The Dayman bellowed in his accustomed manner as he wrapped his arms around his wife.
Diane clapped her hands and their clothes and hair became straightened and dignified again. She bent down to pick up the belt and reposition it into its proper place above The Dayman's royal loins.
"Yes my love, we all seemed to have enjoyed ourselves...well...except for dear old Welshy."
She turned to catch a glance at Welshy who seemed to be awkwardly inching an escape path away from Prince Elton, who looked quite pleased with himself.
"Ali honey you are a bit rough on him you know. He may be a commoner, but that was alot to ask for him to entertain our guests while we celebrated."
"Oh come now Diane, whatever do you mean?"
He watched his servant attempt to sneak away from the group, when Hobotron made his way over to Welshy, smacked him on the rump, and returned to Lady Hobotron's side. The Dayman hung his head and would have shuddered at the sight if he were not of royal blood.
"I...yes...yes I see what you mean now. At any rate." He turned and pointed at Xeltyr. "The time has come for our battle! May true love once again prevail!!! I shall now unleash one of the most devastating attacks in existence. A technique so advanced and so powerful that all those who have encountered it fell victim to the prowess of the attack. A move so vastly respected that it is said to be able to conquer anything that lay in its way. Mountains crumble, seas spread apart, the air cracks, and even pure madness will encounter its demise!!"
The Dayman took a deep breath, bulged out his mighty royal chest, thrusted his dazzling codpiece, and began to walk over to Xeltyr with his royal purple cloak flowing in his own personal bout of wind. He stopped, a mere foot away from his opponent, closed his eyes to concentrate, and then made his move.
"Boop."
The Dayman booped Xeltyr on his chest.
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Post by Calefrun on Jul 29, 2013 1:19:07 GMT -5
From back in the stands, Cetis, who was back in his squid form, observed the combatants and gasped. "He would use such a tentacularly powerful technique right off the bat?!? Why, not too many pages ago a boop sent Perish into a deathgasm! By my codpiece, the man must be mad!"
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Post by Mizagium on Jul 29, 2013 1:27:00 GMT -5
Xeltyr waited. But nothing happened. He stared at the Dayman, confused. Was…was that it? That was his plan? A boop? He wasn’t Perish, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. Nor was the Dayman CETIS. Because, as we all know, the Mighty Boop Technique is only truly effective if the booper was be-tentacled.
And, as far as Xeltyr knew, the Dayman was not tentacled.
“I’ll have you know, Dayman, that I was trained in many combat forms. Resisting the Mighty Boop was a very important lesson taught to me by my Uncle John. It was a nice try,” he grinned and summoned his magic, “but no.”
A cyclone erupted from his hands, slamming into the Dayman, and pushing Xeltyr back just from the sheer force. He managed to keep his footing but not before almost reaching the other end of the stage. Still, he held the cyclone attack.
“Feel the fury of the Mambutoo O’Malley Cyclone Technique!”
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