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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 7, 2007 15:40:27 GMT -8
((OoC: Valekin and Dylan first. After they are done then the next people (Person) in line will post going into the first floor.))
This 10 floor monstrosity is known or more known as an urban legend. Some scarcely believit to be real. But the rumor had made itsself known in a school in Long Beach California. The legend speaks of a ten floor japanese building guarded by fighters of a calibur never seen before and making it past the first floor is an achievement in itself. But why someone would want to dare challange such a beast? Well the prize spoken of what happens when you reach the top and defeat the tower is enough to corrupt the purist heart. Its speaks of riches and power beyond ones wildest imaginations.
Awaiting in the first floor would be a young 15 year old Freshman from a PHS #260. His hair a dark blue, his cloths similer to a black japanese school uniform with one silver bar on the left side of the collar. His shoes are black stiff dress shoes, and he is seated calmly in a chair agains the wall. The door is only a slight turn of his head towards his left on the opposite wall and the stairs upwards are against the opposite side wall. As soon as his next challangers would walk in he would open his green eyes and see how they acted, to determine how he would have to deal.
(( #260 Freshman's stats. Str: 33 Dex: 38 Con: 29 Int: 20 Wis: 30 Cha: 10 ))
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Post by Jason Harris on Oct 9, 2007 12:25:32 GMT -8
The Tower of Death. It was an old building that everyone seemed to have recentaly taken an interest in. There were tons of rumors flying around PHS #259 about the place. The basic idea was that the ten floor building had a strong fighter on every floor and when you beat them all you get a prize. The idea behind it just seemed too anime-ish to be real and Dylan was sick of hearing the rumors about the place. Fed up with the rumors Dylan decided to go to the tower in hopes of proving there was nothing there and shutting people up.
Walking into the first floor Dylan saw a kid that couldn't be older than he was just standing there with his eyes closed. He took a few more steps toward the kid and his eyes shot open as the kid began to stare Dylan down. Sanding there Dylan cocked an eyebrow as he was wondering what was with the kid.
"Let me guess. You heard the rumors too?"
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Post by valekin on Oct 9, 2007 12:51:42 GMT -8
"Mmm... I don't think so Dylan. I believe he's the fighter of this level."
Valekin was in the room now, he walked in like it was his own home. His gauntlet covered forearms and hands were in his pockets, hidden from view. The metal plated boots scraped the floor loudly, marring the finish on the wood. It was enough to make any Japanese kid cringe. He liked making Asians cringe, mostly because he considered them ridiculous.
All their martial arts, and what. To be nuked twice and give up. They don't even fight a guerrilla war against America, no resistance at all. Might as well have been the Polish, or another kind of Slav. Serbs weren't considered Slavs, they were considered eastern European, like the Romanians were. Not spit on by everyone, but silently feared. Even if the country shares it's borders. But that's a problem Serbia's getting over. Endless civil war yes?
"Don't be a stoic Japanese prick, come here and fight us like you're supposed to. No fortune cookie bullshit please."
You could say he was a racist. But you would have to admit he was a smart racist, as he knew what pissed most races off the most. It wasn't calling a Japanese person a jap that pissed them off, it was calling them Chinese that pissed them off, or anything other than Japanese for that matter. The monster bared his teeth in a smirk, his eyes ellipsed, and he pulled a hand out of a coat pocket. The pentagram on the back of the gauntlet was red, blood had gotten stuck in there, and he was unwilling to get it out.
"Come on."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 11, 2007 7:42:41 GMT -8
"Awe, your no fun."
The boy commented to Valekin for ruining the surprise he wanted to unleash on Dylan. He shrugged and walked away from the wall. Putting himself between the fighters and the stairs. He'd loosen up his limbs for a second with a quick shake of his arms. His smile was wide and his appearance seemed very easy going.
"So, is it one at a time or both of you at once?"
He didn't really care what the answer may be, but the point of the tower for the most part was that the fighters in it are protecting their floor, so it wouldn't make sense for him to attack them, only defend himself... For the first go for that matter. This boy had no intention of letting them attack the rest of the time. He'd go on the offensive after they attacked. Of course the others yelled at him last time he attacked the challangers, and he didn't want to have them do it again.
"I say to you, Come on. Not the other way around."
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Post by Jason Harris on Oct 14, 2007 8:25:40 GMT -8
"Whether this tower thing is real or you're just some random kid playing the part I can't wait to get my hands on you."
It was starting to look like the rumors were true, although Dylan still had his doubts. After all someone could of easily heard the rumors and came here to pretend to be one of the fighters. But is was a kid, no older than Dylan, and he doubted any kid would have enough patience to stand there and wait for someone to show up all just to pretend to be one of the fighters.
"Hey Valekin, Why don't you head up to the next floor. I can take care of him by myself. Unless you feel like you have to stay or something."
Yes Dylan was being cocky. He knew that he could take the boy and Valekin could handle himself. Besides that, the first two floors couldn't be that hard so why not take them both out at the same time?
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Post by valekin on Oct 14, 2007 11:27:04 GMT -8
"I think I will."
He started walking, and headed up the stairs. Before he left their view, he sighed and stopped turning around for just a moment. He came back down and looked at the japanese kid. With a smile on his face, he held up his gauntleted hands.
"Consider yourself lucky, My opponents tend to die."
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
He went back up the steps, taking his dear sweet time. Clnk, clnk, clnk, clnk. Went his boots, he settled himself as he entered the second floor, which appeared to be a single room as well. His elliptical eyes scanned the room, and he found it... disgusting. He really hated asian styles, they made him sick. Japanophiles, asianophiles, he hated them so much. They made him want to rip their skulls out of their heads and beat them to death with them.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 16, 2007 9:37:52 GMT -8
On the second floor there was a rather black man standing behind a personal bar stocked with everything he liked, and a T.V in the corner. Thats right. Television.He noticed the sound of someone coming up the stairs and waited. Seemed the fun was going to start downstairs in a minute anyways. Of course this guy wasn't like his young Japanese friend. This guy was of Sophmore age, but he liked to attack the people that came to his floor.
He came from around his bar (Stocked with soda mind you). Looked at this new person... Odd looking person and got ready. His loose pants and white tanktop set him off as probably a regular thug wanna-be. He'd run at Valekin, spin to his left a good distance away going into a slide, bringing his right fist to his side as he came around he'd shoot it up aiming to hit the guy in the gut, standing up into the punch, of course he wasn't limited there, he may have to do a switch up when his opponent moved, which there was no doubt he would.
((Sophmore stats: Str: 48 Dex: 45 Con: 50 Int: 30 Wis: 47 Cha: 10))
Down on the first floor...
The japanese kid was getting bored with standing around when a fight could so easily be braught on. He awaited the kids attack, barely fased by the words of the oddly dressed one. Why? Well he knew all the best fighters where in this tower. So him killing any of them was a rather laughable thought. But either way he was getting antsy.
"Come on man, attack already."
The asian guy's eyes glimmered with anticipation. He just wanted to get down and kick ass. He liked waiting, but waiting when an opponent is standing right there... I mean come on. It's like handing someone their christmas present three days in advance and saying they still can't open it. Yet telling them its what they have always wanted.
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Post by Jason Harris on Oct 20, 2007 15:43:10 GMT -8
"Come on man, attack already."
A smile came across Dylan's face. The kid was anxious to fight, while Dylan on the other hand was in absolutely no rush at all. Putting his hands in his pockets Dylan slowly strolled over the the boy until he was right in front of his face.
"Relax man, we got all the time in the world. Why don't we get acquainted first? I'm the guy that's gonna kick your ass."
And with that Dylan gave the boy a fierce headbutt. Not the way someone usually starts a fight, but it works.
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Post by valekin on Oct 22, 2007 18:54:03 GMT -8
He waited there, watching the boy do his little spin, into the standing punch towards his guy. He waited, and waited. It took so long for the kid to execute it. And when he did, Valekin reached out at the last possible moment, unpocketing his left hand which was gauntleted, to catch the kid's fist. No doubt that Valekin was fast enough to wait for the prime moment. No doubt that Valekin would catch the fist. And no doubt that once he caught the fist, he'd squeeze, digging those claws into the flesh and bone of the boy.
"I see you have an appetite for combat."
He smirked, and under the condition that he had caught the fist. He would send a horizontal slash with the right gauntleted hand for the boy's face. This slash would be penetrating, and would most likely do serious damage to the kid's face. Blood would pour, and splatter, and Valekin would grin.
"But you know very little."
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