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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 17, 2011 15:00:24 GMT -8
((OoC: This is forArk, RP only))
"I'm on a boat."
Leon would say as he would be standing at the weel, steering a giant white yaht. He looked like he were nineteen agai, spikey blonde hair, ark sapphie eyes, no scars, his old tan cargo sorts, white shirt and green vest. His gloves hangin out his back pocket.
This must of been a dream, a good dream. No faces, or voices of al those friends helost, all those loved ones Not even tha man. The dissapearing man. His best friend, and bitter rival. His vanishing meant Leon couln't obtain true victory, but he relly didn't care anymore. Fighting this man alone was enough, the exchage of fists, was more like a handshake than anything else. A battle wth that man brought out the true Leon Sudeki.
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Post by Ark on Feb 17, 2011 15:12:55 GMT -8
“The ocean, the lake, a river?”
Musing questions as he casually laid atop the water, his eyes closed with his head propped in hand with elbow resting against the passive waters.
“A sea of fulfillment? A lake of needs? A rive of regret perhaps?”
More musing questions though no longer from the water as he appeared to be sitting on front of the boat, now looking forward into what seemed like endless space; grim as always he would turn to Leon, his head cocked to the side as the heavy red eyes glaring at the only other being in this space.
“Why do you always find me, in flesh and in your mind?”
He continued to muse, yet his expression had changed to a most pathetic look, as though his desire was the same as the man he echoed; a being that vanished years ago.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 17, 2011 15:47:19 GMT -8
"Why....?"
Leon said as he looked to the figure at the front of he boat, his appearance changed slightly, but Leon was able to figure out who he was... Leon's dream had been invaded it would seem as the sky was now split in two, the darker stormy clouds harsh winds and arge waves on the front half of the boat, the calm sunny side on the back half.
"It must just be nature.... Destiny."
Leon would stop steering into the endless waves.
"And..."
Leon would pause as he stepped away from the wheel.
"Because we are drawn to the same thing."
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Post by Ark on Feb 17, 2011 16:06:15 GMT -8
His expression again changed as he hunched over, his voice carrying with a jeer to the words, he form curling under the weight of his own laugh as he fell from the boat, yet again he would mystically appear back where he stood, his face now pensive yet his laugh still carrying with no source.
“Destiny is such a load of SHIT”
He his words dropped with cynical venom as his body shot a short burst of flames around him; with a fist gripped tightly he raised his hand and found his gaze set upon it, his hand quickly sweeping back as the water would quake, the ship in the distance capsizing under the engulfing wave.
“Destiny is just an excuse for things one couldn’t prevent with their own power. With ones own power do they carve out a path, not traipse down a predefinition of life.”
His tone taking depth, a sense of anger, as blood dripped from his palm where the nails pierced the skin.
“Perhaps, I was called to remind you of that? Because we seek the same thing; maybe its just what you need.”
Life injecting into his voice as he rolled his shoulders knowing that the meaning wouldn’t have been lost to his host.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 17, 2011 16:33:34 GMT -8
"The same thing."
Leon's lips turned upwards, exactly.
~Thats the right train of thought, the same one so long ago... Used so often to prove my own limits, to prove that no matter how powerful you where, you could always push past it for a reason. That same purpose.~
Leon would now be standing on the now harsh waves of this vast ocean, starring at the fighter before him. Theskyarkening as Leon's true self began to surface in this dream. Scars slowly forming where they belong on his body, his left eye turning to its present white form, the sapphire nothing more than a few streaks within the iris.
"Then lets continue grasping for it."
Leon would burst forward half the old him, half the new Leon, running across the water, the raging waves. As he got closer a wave would rise, behind his opponent, making the run towards his enemy an upward run, but he climbed fast, much like the usual experience of comat for these two.
Leon would leap at this enemy twist and throw a kick towards the direct middle of this tall beast. Air circulating around the leg as energy formed and shot from the sole of the shoe's. Like an extension of the kick, the force of the impact shot forward.
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Post by Ark on Feb 17, 2011 16:58:16 GMT -8
His face would take shapes, forms of emotions, the skin constantly twisting between joy and anger, the echo looking for a proper face to show as the form before him reshaped to what the eyes of its figure could recognize.
~What would he look like?~
The thought rang through the “mind” of the echo until the twin face shot toward him and finally he could see it, in the scars, the shape and form that would appease as the skin halted, forming into a grin.
“This is the face that belongs!”
It cheered to itself as Leon had closed in and already attacked, but the echo could see, he could see the movements like a book he had read and with that the flesh would already have begun to move; the body shooting toward him, the calculation to be above the leg in a front flip motion that would end with the behemoth hands gripping the ankle to pull him into the motion and destroy balance, the culmination would be driving the man through the boat he had just exited.
~The opening attack read, predictability guaranteed with elaborate movement paired with distance, resonance says to avoid such actions.~
The echo thought as though it was reading Leons memories of Ark.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 17, 2011 18:57:35 GMT -8
Leon's ankle was grasped as the imagery of the body being halfed was now limited to the face, only his face was showing any signs of present day Leon. He felt the momentum change, he was pulled, so Leon pulled as well, with the grasped leg, he needed no balance, he was at home in the air, in real life or in his dreams.
Bending backwards as he got close enough his arms would outstretch to grasp a leg of the individual that had him, and pull, the water seeming like a solid as they hadn't fallen through moved and shifted, even splashed like a liquid. Leon's aim was to pull and trip him up, and bring it closer so as to latch those teeth onto the leg of the assaulant.
~The Bold Lion~
The first persona of Leon's life of combat against this foe.
Should he be able to bite down he would kick up with his free leg into the arm pit of the arm grasping his leg.
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Post by Ark on Feb 20, 2011 1:53:15 GMT -8
ooc: Interwebz being a douché -_- either way, we shall see how my interp is still XD if something doesn't add up... yeah... bitch at me or something.
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His eyes would open wide, his vision blurring as he felt the teeth sink in, but like many facets of the face he shared follow through was perhaps persistence was the most prevalent. Prefect was Leons strike, drilling into the massive forms' elbow... yet grim victory seemed to be a constant as with one arm's grip weakening there was another arm crossing his brest to clasp and entangle.
~Make them hurt even if you suffer?~
The thought flashed in his mind, a blow for each blow, victory even at self suffering... summed into the words his face would perhaps say? The end result however was not the echo lost in thought as he violently jerked Leon's leg to whip him, more than likely ripping the skin clean from leg while his unharmed leg thundered onto the deck of the boat.
"A will to survive... an awakening?!"
It absentmindedly muttered as the ripped leg thundered down his unused hand in his pocket. waves shooting up around this small bastion as he would kick off the ripped leg and prop on his good legs' toes to force a rotation and bring Leon back to the ground... but a memorable strength would appear as the lion would make his decent.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 25, 2011 21:56:22 GMT -8
Leon felt it, the strength... The force of power, ust as immense if not more so as memory served him. He began to tumble the wind of the now almost typhoon like enviornment whipped around him as he slammed against the water, a giant splash came around him, yet he stayed on the surface as if it where solid or a floor. You'd think ground that gave way would be softer...
After the impact Leon would hold his breath, pushing his hands against the wet and harsh waves, twisting and pushing off, shooting a leg up towards Ark's torso to push him up, as soon as it where possible, Leon would reach up, those leg weights from those days seeming to fase into being on his ankles as he rippd them from his being, Leon would soar towards Ark, in a spin, whipping the rain now raining enviornment around him in every direction, extending a leg to kick Ark towards the ground.
~Survival! What do I have to put on the line besides that! What am I fighting for!~
Leon searching in his own combat for meaning. What was his meaing for combat? Why did he fight? Still holding his breath as his body adjusted Leon would slowly let himself breath.
~Pride? Honor? No... Those where the masks the Lion wore, the cover to the book... It has been too long... And it will take more combat to learn it again.~
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Post by Ark on Feb 25, 2011 23:08:39 GMT -8
~Smile?~
Without time to think, his face contorted itself into a malefic grin as he watched the small marble of reality sink and slip into a storm, the water slamming all around them, his eyes trailing off goal as lightly fire would pass from his lips; steam rising from his skin.
~Collapsing reality... devolution... madness...~
His mind spilling out words as his breath was bludgeoned from his chest, his mouth opened wide a burst of fire as he stumbled back, his eyes resetting to Leon only to feel an oppressive weight storm down on his form. Driving him into the water, the grin still plastered on his face as he sunk... yet the raging waves did not subside as his face vanished in the depths.
"Wachen Sie auf!"
Like thunder his voice would boom, as all around one see pillars of fire shoot up, some near and some far, steam shooting up all around and yet in an instant it would all glass over with ice, only 50 feet away was a figure, his hair hanging down to his breast, a suit as raven black as his hair. Dressed like the devil with a wide brim hat casually smoking the remains of a cigarette.
"Sleeping around is so unbecoming... maybe its time we dig deeper?"
His voice sickly calm while he slipped on snow white gloves to his hands.
"You are far to serious... predictable... pathetic..."
Words flowing as the figure rose to his feet while his right arm would lash forward the ice as though reacting to his will would splinter and rise in jagged formations shooting right for Leon.
"I don't remember you being this dull... even when you were nothing but a maggot."
He would mutter, unlike the face before this face didn't seem automated... rather, alive; and speeding right toward Leon.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Mar 24, 2011 8:23:31 GMT -8
~Dull?~
Leon thought. The Strike gloves on his hands would make a sound as that familier sense came back to him... Was that it? That tingle he had missed for so long... What was it? Why couldn't he get it? He closed his eyes as the jagged ice splintered and shot into his body, piercing it, and lifting him into the air, the blood red mixing with the icey blue and white. The force of the jagged ice strong enough to go through almost cleanly before launching him off of them.
His eyes still closed as he saw it, like a flash of light pass by. It was flow. His smile would widen, as he realised it.
~I fight because thats who I am. I fight you because...~
"There's no one else like us. Willing or strong enough. No one reaching for that pinacle of skill and power combined just to be on that height. Why do I keep finding you to fight?"
Leon's body would be lifted as the electricity surrounded his body, bursting from his eyes, and mouth as he spoke, electrified blood spreying around as the power consumed his body. In a standing position now he dropped into stance and waited to see the flow again.
"Recognition, and improvement. I dont care for recognition from weaklings and minions, I always wanted recognition from the top. From you!"
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Post by Ark on Mar 27, 2011 20:03:00 GMT -8
His feet would grind, heels trenching the ice with his body leaning back; ultimately grinding to a halt as he saw no movement to evade the ice. He wasn’t quite certain as to why, the damage it dolled on him was not light, even so much so as to perforate him before sending him off his feet. Yet he could see it on Leon’s face, a smile.
~Maggot, Brat, Wea- ~
The echo, plotting words from memory, watching Leon’s body fall with a disappointing frown thinking it was finished.
“You aren’t who…”
He would begin to mutter to himself, placing his hand on his hat as his head swayed side to side, yet before he could turn and vanish he would freeze, its body locking up completely.
~RIVAL~
He would instantly turn and be met with what he was waiting to hear… drive. Watching Leon land on the ground, lightning shooting from his body as the echo could finally break the grim visage and replace it with anticipation.
“So there you are.”
The echo would muse as Leon sank into stance and finished his words.
“Clearly… you don’t remember. At least now I can make you see what you seem to have blinded yourself to.”
The echo cooed with delight as it would toss its hat aside, and charge forward, his left arm tucked at his side as the moment it would get within range the upper body would throw itself forward to loose a right hook to Leon’s torso.
~LET THE GAMES BEGIN!~
The random thought flowing through the echo’s mind.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Apr 7, 2011 5:59:40 GMT -8
There it was. The flow, he could feel it again. Battling this rival, this particuler enemy, brought out his power. Recalling every previous fight against every form this friend took. Every epic battle reaching even more monstrous proportions. Lasting longer, and longer, until the thunder that was the collision of blows from these two coming to terms with that one desire was such an alluring event, it brought the eyes and attention of every fighter for one hundred miles. When the fists of these giants would cross anyone with even the slightest hint of a sense for battle could feel the drive that lead these two on.
As Ark would charge the surrounding area's would no longer be the now frozen ice land of water, but instead would shimmer out of existence and shape into the great halls of the infinite underground. Spotting the tell of a powerful strike as it was retracted Leon prepared himself, knowing Ark's style it would likely be a hook aimed for body mass, as there would be less chance of avoiding or lessening damage, and blunt force trauma that had the possibility of cutting... Not to mention he liked putting spins on other peoples attacks.
The hook would come in, and Leon's body change once again, the inste3nt the blow landed... To The Lighting Dragon from new york. White shirt, Green vest, and tan cargo pants. But he didn't freeze in place, the blow would land solid against flexed muscle as Leon threw his own right hook for the side of Ark's face. For now, a trade of blows as it were.
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