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| Chouru | Jun 6 2010, 09:57 PM Post #1 |
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This is a simple training battle, designed for me to see how you RP and for you to see how I RP. This will help both of us by allowing me the chance to offer advice and suggestions. As always though: Keep it fun and fair! The streets of this city were quiet at night, especially in the slums, where usually three or four families gather inside one tiny shack just to survive. Money was rare: those that have been able to find jobs end up spending their entire paycheck just to feed their families two tiny meals for only a few days. These tiny shacks were scrunched together as tight as possible, to allow for enough of them to provide living for the desparate inhabitants. Every hundred yards or so were large aluminum bins used as fire pits, the only possible way for food to be cooked and for families to be warm. Narrow streets snaked through the slums, with even narrower alleys, which were particularly dark; they did not contain fire bins. On the far east side of the slums was the city wall, rising over 30 feet above the slums, creating a shadow all along this section and essentially sealing the poor away from everyone else like they were rats or vicious creatures. The east side was the worst, as garbage was dumped off the side of the wall into these slums. The food in the garbage, usually rotten or just bare scraps from someone's dinner plate, was the main source of sustenance for these people. The sewer ran under the area, which contributed to the horrid stench, but also provided the only source of liquid for the slums. To the west was another wall, only a few feet high, which marked the end of the city. It wrapped around the slums, about ten or fifteen miles each way, before turning and meeting the large eastern wall. Every once in a while, someone climbed over the wall and left, but most others realized the conditions they lived in now would be the same no matter where they went. The air on these edges of the slums was slightly more pleasant, as the large fields just beyond the wall contained grass, trees, and other plant life that helped to sweeten the smell, but it still smelled mostly like sewage, garbage, and rot. The cloaked man wandered along the top of the High Wall, every few miles or so peeking over the edge to see where he was. Once in a while he spotted the garbage carriers dumping trash over the side of the wall. He felt that he was getting closer to his destination. Finally, when he leaned over the side of the wall, he saw the small fires that were given in his description, but most of all his nose was attacked with a putrid smell that disgusted him beyond his limit. He could only hope it didn't prove to be a distraction. He unlatched his crystal brooch, letting the cloak fall to the stone walkway on the wall. Then he knelt down, and his body started to twist and crack, his skin darkening, his bones realigning, a three foot long tail bursting through the temporary jeans, two fangs becoming visible inside of his mouth. His true form was that of a Solus Umbra, as his kind were commonly known, a rare species in this time. Leaning over the wall once more, Nox touched the side with his sharp claws. He hesitated for a brief moment, pondering whether this was the best choice of action. Ultimately he decided his instinct was correct, and applied pressure, sliding his claws into the stone with ease. He climbed up, his hind feet on the ledge of stone, his foreclaws still dug into the wall. He began to slowly climb down the wall. He had all the patience in the world; afterall, he had lived for thousands of years, what was a few more minutes? When he was about 7 feet from the ground he bent his hind legs and thrust himself from the wall. He landed quietly on top of a tiny shack at the end of a small alley. He was in the very spot he needed to be, but where was his target? There was supposed to be some sort of meeting going on right in front of him, but no one was in sight! His mind raced as he frantically searched about, realizing he had probably just leaped right into a trap . . . OOC: As you can see, I set the stage by describing where the battle was to take place, what one could see in the area, and even what they smell! Then I described my character's "introduction" providing hints as to why he is here and how he moves about the area. You can choose to enter however you want. One way would be to simply be the target of my character's hunt. Or you can be another hunter, searching for the same target and stumbling upon my character. Or anything else you can possibly imagine! Have fun! |
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| Darkeclipse21 | Jun 7 2010, 06:51 AM Post #2 |
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This place was obvious filth. Unseemly and wretched beyond even what most bad neighborhoods back at home were like. And that comparison could only be made before he cleaned up the world. Purge after purge saw the hatred destroyed from the world, and int heir place, the poor and loving families were put. Would the same process be able to be made here? No. At least, not yet. He needed a feel for the territory. Not just here, but the whole world. Sure, he had made a few deaths know, erasing multiple bandits of hatred, and companies looking out for their best interest tried to pay him off. Anything they could do to try to stop him from doing what he had done to their fellow entrepreneurs. But it was to no avail; Louis's justice couldn't be stopped with money, or threats, or promises of reform. The only reform he wanted, was to have their head on a pike. So that he was wandering the streets now, looking for some assassin trained to eliminate one of their men at a meeting, was shocking. But he did it for one reason; the assassin himself. He needed to prevent this assassination if it was done because another company simply wanted a figurehead dead. Or if the assassin had pure motives, like himself, seeking to rid the world of such a plague. If that were the case, he would allow the assassin to help. Otherwise, he could not allow the assassin to live. Fires led the way to the destination; a clearing with multiple cans around it, and a shack to hide behind if someone felt the need to eliminate all of them. The meeting should have been there, but the target had been moved for his protection. To either be killed by Louis later, or to be handed to the assassin. All depending on the motive. He stopped for a moment, and realized there was a bizarre shadow on the top of the shack. Realizing that this was probably the confused assassin, he let his words ring into the streets. "Well done. A near flawless performance. Even I, with about as much military training as possible for a civilian such as I, barely noticed you there." His voice was clam, and patient. While he may not have been a thousand-year old being, he was a sniper. And that was the next best thing. "Should I question what matter of person you are? Are you a simple assassin looking for money? A grudge needing to be settled? Or...." He stopped mid-sentence, both trying to figure which option was the most likely, and trying to gather the right words. Finally, he found them. "Or are you a killer in righteousness, looking for a better world for all people desiring peace? Speak. It very well could determine your life." |
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| Chouru | Jun 7 2010, 04:49 PM Post #3 |
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Noxnoctis glared at the human speaking to him. The one in the trenchcoat is not my target. He thought, a small bit of anger started to rise up into his emotional pool. "You speak of righteous killing as if there were such a thing." His voice was sinister and cold. He usually showed little emotion in his voice. "Killing is a dark and evil deed. You think you can kill someone and justify it with your 'cause' but you are no greater a man than the ones you destroy. I kill because I was born to kill, trained to kill, and," he paused for a brief moment, a malicious smirk becoming visible on his dark face, "paid to kill." "You are not the one I was paid to kill, however, so you have been saved this day. Now, I must be off, I must find my target." He turned to his right and bent his four knees, preparing to leap. "Don't get in my way!" he growled as he pushed off, leaping over a shack, and landed on the next one. He prepared to leap again, but hesitated. Maybe I should have killed him. He has seen me. No one should see me. OOC: Okay, lame post, but I couldn't think of much else; I didn't want to attack right away. |
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| Darkeclipse21 | Jun 8 2010, 06:38 PM Post #4 |
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Louis's face quickly turned into a scowl. Of course things couldn't be easy. Of course not. But he should have learned that with his home world. When the end of the day comes, as long as there were two men and a dollar, one man would want the other man dead. He weighed his options, and suited his only option. He pulled out his pistol, and fired, just to the right of the assassin. "I didn't want it to be this option. I was hoping your life could be spared. But in the name of justice, I will stop you." He pulled out a switch, and with one button, a loud rumbling was heard, from far, far away. "Now, you can look over every rock. You can scour the whole planet if you wish, but the man you have been asked to kill will never die to you. You will never be able to find so much as a trace of him. A spec of dust, or a flake of dead skin. He is out of your reach." He paused for a moment, allowing his anger to sink just a little. "I was born to live, was trained to kill, and don't accept so much as a penny for my efforts. I am a servant of peace. There is righteous killing, eliminating the evil of the world. And when I cannot possible vanquish any more of it, my blood will be the last to be shed. So for one sub-human monstrosity such as you to dare assume that I am not more then the men I take away. If taking the evil out of the world is my purpose, then my death will be a sweet relief." He put his gun back away, retrieving instead two simple black gloves. The weather on them was worn, and the knuckles showed hints of stain, from what could assumed to be blood. "I will not fire upon a man I do not know is armed. That is my saving grace to you." OOC: Maybe just a bit too sappy, but at least I'm sticking to his beliefs. No matter how sappy they are. XD Have no fear. When we finally get the group rp rolling, the character I make will be a lot less sappy then this. |
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| Chouru | Jun 8 2010, 10:05 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: Hey I love your character. It's always good to build chars that are vastly different from each other. Gives you more ways to think and its hella fun too. Noxnoctis turned around, wishing he had chosen to kill this man first. He was disgusted by this man's blinded sense of righteousness. "There is no such thing as evil." He glared at this unknown man with his large purple eyes as he spoke. "There is only life, sorrow, happiness, and death. Some seek the better of these, condemning those around them to what's left over. That is not evil, that is survival. The bigger man is bigger because he is willing to risk what he does have for what he does not. That is what you are doing, no? You risk your life to have something you do not; the destruction of all that you percieve as 'evil,' no?" He didn't wait for the man to answer him; he did not much care what he had to say any longer. He started focusing on the dark energies that flowed through his body, just in case he needed it at a moment's notice. "Every man that you kill has a family, and by taking that family's source of sustenance, you starve his children and his wife. You have become the evil one to the family. You are commiting evil every day and you choose to keep yourself blind to it! Pathetic goodies like you make me sick! I kill because I am a killer. I take money because I am offered it, not because of greed or any other 'humanly' reason. My kind is above your's in at least that respect. You are foolish to think I am unarmed. My body is deadly, like a poison that seaps into your skin and drains your life. Prepare!" Noxnoctis summoned his Dark Magic, which in an instant took the form of a thin Bolt of Darkness and jetted toward his opponent. He hoped to catch him off gaurd and without his weapon drawn, like he had always done before. He unfortunately did not have the advantage of stealth. In that same exact instant, Noxnoctis leapt through the air, brandishing his claws, towards the man. His aim was to strike him just after the bolt hit, or to be close enough to strike if he somehow dodged the bolt. If the bolt was able to hit, he would land on his opponent and slash diagonally with his Nightmarish Claws. If this were to connect, he would latch onto his opponent with his hindlegs, digging his claws into his flesh and bone, and attempt to rip his upper body apart with a frenzy of claw strikes. However, if the opponent were able to dodge the bolt, then he would immediately leap once again when he landed, attempting to do the same. OOC: My friend, The Welsh Paddy (might know him from FFE), lines up like ten attacks in a row that his character will try to do. That's just crazy. I like to say what I'm going to attempt immediately, not too far in the future, but enough so you can know what I will do so you can use that in your post. It's better than this situation: I strike I dodge Over and over again, that's pathetic. Many noob RPers make this mistake, it makes for small posts and dry battles. Try to show your opponent what they can incorporate into their response. They can then retaliate to one move and instead of saying "i strike" they can say "as my opponent attempts XYZ, I try to stop them by doing ABC" or whatever... see what I mean? (That doesn't sound too condescending does it? I used to be an ass on my old forum to all my friends, instead of giving advice I'd basically yell... I'm trying to not do that anymore, but let me know if I sound too rude or like an ass, okay?) Edited by Chouru, Jun 8 2010, 10:08 PM.
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| Darkeclipse21 | Jun 9 2010, 07:58 AM Post #6 |
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The creature he was speaking to was delirious. To even presume that he was fighting a non-existent foe, or that Louis himself was possibly evil to them. The pure ones understood his motives. The wretched ones move on, to new ways of life. No one suffered long, and any innocents killed......well the ends justified the means. If peace was obtained, then in hindsight, all who died to achieve it died for a greater reason then he would. That was the punishment he would accept. A special place in Hell, reserved only for him. But....he couldn't die yet. Not when he was only just beginning. The assassin in front of him, blind as he was to life, was arrogant, and worse then many others he had killed before. And to assume that a race on a whole was better.... Death was the only solution. So as soon as he saw the dark magic gathering, a quick curse as to his own lack of magic, set him running in an arc. And when the bolt was released, with his opponent zooming, he had to think fast. He waited for the opportune time, waiting, waiting, until he pulled out his sniper. He pointed it straight up and fired, the drawback of the gun resulting in an explosion of electricity. He had waited until his foe was about the same distance as the bolt just became; mere feet away, before he fired. Hopefully, it created a ward to at least deter the foe, while he recovered from the bolt that had just pierced through into his side. As he recovered, he saw his opponent jumping still. But obviously, the rhythm was off, as he was able to roll away safely. As the man recovered from his lack of prey, Louis set upon him. With the sniper still in his hand, his plan was a point-blank shot, or, if that missed, hoping the electricity would hit him. If it were able to stun him, a kick to the head was next on his plan. If he wasn't stunned in the slightest, a straight punching before the creature quite saw it coming was his only solution. OOC: Okey-doke. I'll keep that in mind. I think I handled the two-attack scenario fairly well. I don't let my characters off without getting hurt. Sucks when you're the only person in an rp to do that, as I have been before....in hindsight, the length of it wasn't all that great, but when characters speak, alot more is written. No more time for talking. lol. |
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| Chouru | Jun 9 2010, 10:50 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: Yes, indeed. While it's not unfair to dodge a few times before being hit, make sure you allow your opponent to get a few good hits in. My only problem is actually winning a fight. I think on the old FFE, a mod would come in and determine the winner, but I'd rather not have to do that. I'd rather say each RPer judges when their character is done. However, I can see so many problems with his. Most people don't want their characters to lose no matter how much of a beating they take. Also, if your character really has no way of dodging a move (say they just dodged one and are off balance, they can't possibly dodge another! hah... so many n00bs do that!!), then get hit. You can make it a small hit, but take a hit!! Ugh... And no, that's not directed towards you, you are doing well! Noxnoctis was surprised at the speed of his opponent. He was quick on his feat and quick to draw his human weapons. Noxnoctis always had his weapons ready, as they were part of his body. He supposed since the human body was so frail and weaponless, the species had to compensate somehow. By the time the gun fired, upward for an unknown reason, Nox was already too far in his leap to prevent being hit with the blast of electricity. He was stopped mid-leap and fell to the ground. It would not stop him, however, as he rose quickly and attempted to leap at his opponent once more with the same tactic as before. However, the man fired a shot at Noxnoctis as he leaped through the air a second time. He should have known better than to immediately strike again. The bullet pierced through his left arm, the force of the bullet twisting his body to the left, so his right side was hit with the electric blast. Then another concussive strike hit him, he was unsure if it was a kick or a punch, but the combined force of these factors catipulted his body a few yards away. When he regained his composure, standing on all four of his limbs, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, likely confusing his foe. Suddenly, an intricate rune appeared on the ground under his frame, glowing with the color of purple and dark blue mixed together. A malicious grin spread across his face as the Shadow Magic flowed into his body from the rune, causing his skin to glow very slightly with the same colors for a brief second. "You cannot stop me, as the thousands before you were unable." His dark voice pierced the brief silence like a thunderclap, yet it was as quiet as a whisper. In the blink of an eye, Noxnoctis burst into a run to close the distance with his opponent, swifter than usual. When he was only four feet away from his opponent he swirved his run to the right, but kept his spiked tail aimed at his opponent's throat. Whether or not the tail strike hit, he would backflip through the air just behind his enemy, attempting to strike at him again with his three foot long tail while in the air, but as he began to descend he would bring his foreclaws to bear on his enemy once more, but attempting to lock them inside of his opponent wherever he could. If he was able to keep his claws in his opponent's body, he would attempt a fanged bite at his face, otherwise he would immediately duck and swipe at his opponent's chest with his tail as he brought his body down. OOC: Hope that wasn't too much at once, but basically he is trying to dig something into your skin! Oh and his skin is really thick and rough, so he doesn't burn easily. But prolonged exposure to that electricity probably would burn him... or just piss him off lol Edited by Chouru, Jun 10 2010, 04:45 PM.
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| Darkeclipse21 | Jun 10 2010, 06:33 AM Post #8 |
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OOC: First ones first. XD I knew you were referring to your own. I was just thinking on how the last post was smaller, but that is a common theme; when speaking stops, whoever is the first to go without it usually has a short post. Still, 'm generally happy with the length of these posts. This shouldn't be too much of a problem for FFE. Also worth noting, in the longest rp I've ever been in, we all typed in size 9 font. And while I won't do that here, it means I've learned to read it quite well. Louis didn't allow even a moment of thinking he had won. This.....creature was tough. So when the bullet pierced the thing's arm and twisted it around for him to follow-up on, he was praying for a miracle. As the creature stood up, he understood his chances of winning the battle. Slim to none. But he had to proceed. He couldn't allow such an injustice and utter disregard for human life to continue. At least this affirmed his suspicions; it wasn't just humans who were inherently violent. This creature was just as bad.......however, he had natural protection working for him. He was like an animal with a human brain. Whatever evolution spawned him must have taken a much longer time for him then humans. The tail was a big issue, so he instantly ducked for it. However, he felt the tail lash against his back then, and claws digging into his skin. While still in pain, he managed to notice the creature looking to bite off a piece of his face. Seeing no other option, he brought his gun up and fired again, the bullet again flying into the air, but the electric shock spreading out right next to the both of them. Free from the claws, Louis found himself on the ground. Slowly, he dragged himself up. the only walking available to him was a limp; he had enough metal in his phone to effectively work as a lightning-rod, protecting himself from any bolts that may hit him in the face. However, the cost of this was a horrible burn somewhere along his leg, and a broken phone. Calming himself to get over the pain, he knew his opponent wouldn't remain down for too much longer. While natural instinct was to flee now, he couldn't give up yet. With gloves still in place, he withdrew a combat knife. He assumed his opponent was up, as he couldn't see him, so rather then attacking, he awaited the chance for a counter-attack. If the creature again tried running at him, a diagonal slash across either the head, pr, if he tried that flip again, the torso was the only option. If he was attacked from behind, he would try to throw all of his weight forward, to shrug the creature off, then respond with a slash to the throat. There wasn't any more dodging, dipping, or ducking. There was only one way to strike now; with as little movement as possible. New OOC: All's fine. I got the basics of it. The moment it all processed, I knew how I'd handle it. Edited by Darkeclipse21, Jun 11 2010, 07:30 AM.
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| Chouru | Jun 13 2010, 10:27 PM Post #9 |
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Noxnoctis was knocked to the ground from another blast of electricity. His skin was starting to feel hot and he felt slightly exhausted. I can't let him hit me with another blast of electricity, or I'm going to lose control, he thought to himself. He saw that his opponent was also on the ground, disoriented and damaged. Noxnoctis reacted quickly, but quietly. He retreated to a dark shadow behind one of the groupings of shacks, staring straight at his opponent, who managed to stand and now brandished a knife, not knowing where Nox was. This was the ideal situation for an assassin of the shadow. Noxnoctis channeled his Dark Magic, creating a small bolt of darkness, and launched it straight at his opponent. Just as it shot off, Nox leaped through the darkest parts of the shadows, landing softly behind another group of shacks, and launched another bolt of darkness. He creaped along the side facing away from his opponent, and then jumped up on top, with as much care for stealth as possible, and shot another bolt. He repeated this yet again, sneaking to another spot and launching another. Instead of doing this once more, he decided stay in the same spot and launch a ball of swirling magic, that spun as it raced through the air, only slightly slower than the bolts. Noxnoctis then retreated to the shadows, and began to creap once more, confident in his stealth. He hoped that if his magic attacks didn't destroy his enemy, they would at least disorient him further, or at the least frighten him into rethinking his position. OOC: That's four bolts from different directions roughly 3 to 5 seconds apart, and the ball is less than 1 second apart from the last bolt. This should get interesting! |
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| Darkeclipse21 | Jun 15 2010, 04:46 PM Post #10 |
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Still feeling the pain in his leg, he grimaced as he saw the magic coming. Why were assassins like this always tied to the shadows? And why could they always use magic? Realizing that cursing the fact that humans couldn't use magic right now was a surefire way to get himself killed, his mind began spurring out plans. While he wasn't up to genius IQ, tactically, he could run through about 40 plans in the time it took the first to hit him. There wasn't any direction to retreat but up. He took out his Assault Rifle, and pointed it straight to the ground. He waited until the bolt was about 1 second away from him, and fired straight down. The sheer force of the gun's recoil, turned to the maximum for the plan, sent him about two feet into the air. The first bolt was evaded, and the second and third bolts were easy enough to dodge once he was on the ground, by allowing himself to fall flat onto the ground. The fourth bolt, and the ball, still posed a threat, however. There wasn't a point in cardinal directions, and he couldn't dodge going up either. He couldn't dig himself a hole either, as there was nowhere near the fire-power to do that. A shack was nearby, no farther then about 50 meters away. And while he had no way of getting near it, if he survived these next two obstacles, he had a plan for it. He knew there was no way to avoid it. But to be able to reduce the threat from the ball, he removed his shotgun, and fired into the center. Even if the ball was made of darkness, a round of pressured air, and some fire should be able to at least spread some of it. He didn't check to see if his plan had made a difference, as he dove away as much as he could, with his back turned. While the magic had hit him, neither hit seemed to have killed him. He attempted to get up, but wasn't able to. Looking where he could, he noticed that the fuel tank had spilled, leaving a trail of fuel along a diagonal path about 25 meters ahead of him. He shook the tank, and, realizing there was very little left in it, he angrily threw it toward the shack. There was a heavy smell of fuel in the air, and a puddle of it beneath him. He wouldn't be able to take just about any more. The magic was getting bothersome in more ways then it was painful. Always, species would decide that they were superior because they had magic. And though they claimed to be superior and more peaceful, most of them were even more vicious. There was no counter-attack that could be planned. Only the hope that his opponent would reveal himself, and at least allow one last plan to be put into effect. |
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| Chouru | Jun 29 2010, 10:32 PM Post #11 |
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Noxnoctis paused his magical assault for a few mere seconds. He hadn't noticed that his opponent made a break to hide behind a shack, but when he did, he stopped wasting his energy. He stealthily peeked over the top of the shack he was clutched to, and spotted the shack closest to where his opponent was standing just a moment ago. Remaining completely still, he focused hard and a swirl of his Dark Magic appeared in front of his face. He realized this would most likely reveal his location, if his target was paying attention at all, but not even a second had passed and the swirl turned into a beam, slashing through the still air aimed at the shack his opponent was most likely behind. The moment the beam made contact, the shack exploded, sending shards of wood and aluminum in all directions. A thick smog of dirt and dust spread outward. It was impossible for Noxnoctis to tell if life was touched by his magic or the resulting explosion. But he didn't wait to see, he had to try to become hidden once more, incase his opponent had spotted him. He leapt quietly across the 'road' opposite his opponent, and landed softly on top of another shack. He swiftly crawled over the top of it to hide behind it and waited. |
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| Darkeclipse21 | Jul 10 2010, 07:59 PM Post #12 |
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Louis began coughing heavily, as aluminum and wood chips mixed with the air. They had been reduced to mere dust, blowing every which way. As he was bundled up to protect himself, he realized that nothing had landed on him. The shack was obliterated, but he was close enough that everything flew above him. He took a quick medical check, finding two broken ribs, and at least three cracked. His torso was scratched and bruised otherwise, and his arms weren't much better. Slowly, he gained the energy required to stand. He limped around the broken shed, noting that the air was still discolored from shaven wood chips. He limped to the center of the area, seeing the remains of what had been their battlefield. This battle was going to be over soon. He couldn't possibly remain like this any longer. He'd have to die to escape, and that was a horrible sensation. "Well, aren't you wondering why I'm here, standing confident in the middle of our battleground? Aren't you curious in the slightest? Or why a....mere human can not only put up a fight, but take the magic you deal?" His voice didn't betray how panicked he was. He knew he wouldn't get away easily. But continuing to live was worth dying for. "I have a certain magic surrounding me as well. Quite different from yours, it isn't used to harm. It is used to protect. Me. It gives me a....mulligan, of sorts, with life, every now and then. I can survive even death itself for a time, returning in a different form. In a place of my choosing. So now, do you see why fighting me is pointless? Unless you could happen to find me again, after I return to life, I can remain in hiding for the year it takes to recharge. And when that year is up, I'll have my revenge." He took out a lighter, igniting the flame, and staring at it with mixed feelings. He needed to survive. He really did. But dying could be dangerous to his mental health; he had been forewarned about insanity resulting from death. He had no reason to believe he could be exempted from this one day. He threw the thought aside, and sent one last thought to the wind. "During our fight, I've sent gasoline all around the grounds. I can't help but notice the wood around the area." He dropped the lighter, and his gasoline-soaked clothes went up. He let out a piercing scream, as his flesh began to burn. He wouldn't give his foe the satisfaction of a kill. That, and the C4 surrounding the thing's target had been detonated earlier. Satisfaction couldn't be allowed. That was the only consoling thought he had, as he slowly felt his life drain. OOC: Meh. We were kinda getting lost with what to do, so setting up a redux seemed the best idea. After all, we both know what Noxnoctis will be doing, huh? xD |
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| Chouru | Jul 25 2010, 09:22 AM Post #13 |
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Noxnoctis replied with a vicious hiss, "You think you are denying me my kill. You see, as I have sunk my claws into your skin, my Dark Magic has touched you and contaminated your blood. Even as you burn your own self, I feel your spirit and your soul. I know the pain you are in. You see, I can transform my shape to any who I have killed. Since this will count as a kill, even if you are revived, I can disguise myself as you. I can frame you for any horrible deed I wish, and you will be caught. This will happen within a few months of your revival, giving me ample time to search and destroy you." He let out another hiss, "I've said too much! I must now let your body burn, and I must move on to find my true target. Farewell, suicidal one." Noxnoctis leaped up onto a shack near the wall to the city. He leaped once more, and began crawling his way up, not looking back down at his prey until he had reached the very top. He watched him for a mere moment until he leaped down off the other end of the wall, vanishing into the night. A few citizens that were out this night must have smelt the flames or noticed the fire, because city guards were running up to the wall, to peer down at the fire. OOC: it doesn't seem finished, but I'll leave it at that. |
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