| Devils of Glass City; Not everything is as it plans to be. | |
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| Wolf | Dec 3 2007, 09:15 PM Post #331 |
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OoC: Can a Deathbringer kill another Deathbringer? |
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| Card Hero | Dec 3 2007, 09:18 PM Post #332 |
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light stood there, a wide grin on his face. "you are so very gullible. let me tell you something. did you know that i plan at least three steps ahead of my opponent, at all times?" suddenly, a shadow was cast over both of them. the shelf behind light was collapsing, and it would soon fall over both mors and light. "lets see if this works." light jumped back no more than an inch, and the shelf fell down. however, there was a hole where light was, so he was untouched. mors, though, was under the shelf. this would not kill him, but it would distract him for a few moments. |
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Dec 3 2007, 09:20 PM Post #333 |
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Mors scowled and flew back high in the air. "You're annoying me kid." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Card Hero | Dec 3 2007, 09:22 PM Post #334 |
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light chuckled. "yes, well, i have that effect on people." he looked to mors, and pulled something from his pocket. |
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| Wolf | Dec 3 2007, 09:23 PM Post #335 |
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Eon: Hoo boy, I'll just leave them to thier buisness. *Sits down and watches the fight* |
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Dec 3 2007, 09:24 PM Post #336 |
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Mors looked about the room as if looking for something. He eventually stopped and looked back at Light. "Your move, brat." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Wolf | Dec 3 2007, 09:26 PM Post #337 |
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Hey no trash talk buddy! Just get on with it! Oops... God, can I ever shut my mouth? |
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| Card Hero | Dec 3 2007, 09:28 PM Post #338 |
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light threw the thing he pulled from his pocket to the side. it was a gun. "looks like you win. i'm out of moves...." light looked very calm, even though he was admitting that he was dead. |
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| Wolf | Dec 3 2007, 09:30 PM Post #339 |
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This is pretty much done. |
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Dec 3 2007, 09:30 PM Post #340 |
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OoC: Do note that you probably can't see the fight in the depths of the store, Wolf. Mors cocked his head. He jumped over Light and landed in his shadow causing the paralysis of Light. "Yes, I'm afraid you are." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Card Hero | Dec 3 2007, 09:32 PM Post #341 |
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"wait... i forgot one thing. look up." the light above them was flickering, and soon, it burst. "remember what i said about thinking ahead?" Light spun around. the light was almost above them, so the distance between him and mors was very small. light brought both hands up, and placed one on mors' face. "checkmate?" |
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Dec 3 2007, 09:35 PM Post #342 |
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OoC: Don't really get the purpose of the light falling. Are you thinking it's night time and the light going out causes your shadow to disappear? |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Card Hero | Dec 3 2007, 09:37 PM Post #343 |
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ooc: no, it has to do with something light had done earlier... he plans VERY far ahead. you'll see. suddenly, a kid walked up to them. "ok mister, i hit the lights like you told me too, now can you please get me that ice cream cone?" light smiled at the kid. "here's the money for it. sorry, i'm busy at the moment. you can keep the change..." the kid smiled and walked away. "and that's how far ahead i planned. |
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Dec 3 2007, 09:39 PM Post #344 |
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OoC: ...Still don't get how the light does anything. xD |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Card Hero | Dec 3 2007, 09:40 PM Post #345 |
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ooc: well, the lights casted the shadow that your guy was holding my guy down by, so when they went off, the shadow dissapeared, and your guy's hold did as well. it's so amazingly contrived that it has to be true |
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