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Post by hualord on Jun 2, 2007 14:44:51 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Mr. Kaluskov, Mr. "Thrush"
Arena Description: The arena is that of a small enclosed room, in the middle of the night. The moon is out, and there is only one window. Door's locked, no way out, 'except getting thrown out the two-story building, which would result in instant knockout, since, aside from the edges of the pure glass window itself, there is nothing to grab hold of, on the way down. The room itself is about 30 by fifty feet, and the window is small. Thankfully, the moon is currently in a position where it can shine ever so brightly, but, for how long?
Match Type: To the Knock out
Special Rules: Stat/Rp combo! (+1xp win, +1xp Lose)
Special Conditions: None
Special Conditions Thread
-For four turns, there will be moonlight.
-For two turns, the moonlight will be covered by clouds.
-For two turns, there will be moonlight.
-For one turns, the moonlight will be covered by clouds.
-For two turns, there will be moonlight.
-For two turns, the moonlight will be covered by clouds.
-For two turns, there will be moonlight.
-For two turns, the moonlight will be covered by clouds.
-For two turns, there will be moonlight.
-For three turns, the moonlight will be covered by clouds.
-For one last turn, there will be moonlight.
-The next turn.. the moon will move, and the fighters will have to fight the rest in the darkness.
Xp up for Grabs: 3 (1, for fighting, 1 for rp & stat combo, 1 for special conditions.)
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"Thrush"
Adept
{g=4}
S.H.C.P.[M:1900]
"I suppose... I vas afraid of ze big bad volf?"
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Post by "Thrush" on Jun 10, 2007 16:45:02 GMT -8
OOC: The beginning of this thread will be used to converse.A Most... Invigorating Situation I stood there for a good hour or so. Nearly twilight. Waiting for him. HIM. That bastard... making a fool of me. Leaned by the window there, in that room. The only room. Let's see... check list: Jonathan drank that nasty Brimstone, he went to school, he woke me up, I beat the shit out of a few bastards, I called that.. 'KALUSKOV'.. left him a message on his phone, leaving him an address to this GOD DAMNED place... Oh. Right. And I wanked off a few into the toilet to calm down a bit. Yeeeeep. Took a bath, took a shower, scrubbed hands furiously... And arrived at this place. Looked like the construction here had been stopped. And this room was absolutely bare.
Oh sure, the floor was wood, the walls made from that cheap 'cement' that you could probably smash a body into... but the place would hold. And that's all that mattered. Made sure to take a few metal poles, to lay them by the door. I'd seal this place up GOOD.. until I got this joker to start talking some sense. See things my way. Pissed me off, the thought of that BASTARD pisses me off... Sure. Said my bit, said my shit... But I'm going to do more then just 'talk' to the bastard, in here. No. No. First. Lay things clear with him. Then.. show him my determination. 'Jonathan' gave me the 'O-K' for tonight, so... I can pull out all the stops.
Got that little 'cloak' thing from Hades, made sure my medallion was nice and shined... got my 'armor' on... replacing my normal coat with this 'equipment'. Kekekeke. The rewards for helping out in that scuffle were sweet indeed... And there was no need for a hat. Wanted to let my red eyes glow tonight.
"'Tick-tock', there goes ze clock.. too lazy to get new batteries.."
Ja. Just muttering ze same shit to myself and other incoherent things as usual. Standing zere, looking out the window, waiting for him...Notes:
Moonlight Remaining: 3 Posts
"Thrush's" Statistics:
-Strength: 42
-Dexterity: 39
-Constitution: 38
-Intelligence: 17
-Wisdom: 11
-Charisma: 7
Kaluskov's Statistics:
-Strength: 26
-Dexterity: 49
-Constitution: 26
-Intelligence: 22
-Wisdom: 21
-Charisma: 17
Statistical Comparison:
-"Thrush" Has A 39% Strength Advantage Over Valekin!
-Valekin Has A 21% Dexterity Advantage Over "Thrush"!
-"Thrush" Has A 32% Constitution Advantage Over Valekin!
-Valekin Has A 23% Intelligence Advantage Over "Thrush"!
-Valekin Has A 48% Wisdom Advantage Over "Thrush"!
-Valekin Has A 59% Charisma Advantage Over "Thrush"!
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Post by valekin on Jun 14, 2007 3:56:50 GMT -8
"You're more dedicated than I thought."
Valekin walked through the door and off to the side. Continuing to move, circling like some sort of predator. His hands were tucked away safely in his leather pants pockets. The elliptical eyes focused perfectly on the kid with a serious case of multiple personality syndrome. The maniac was ridiculously confident about this. Sure, the kid was going to present an argument, and then was probably going to try to bash his skull in the concrete.
It would never happen.[/i]
"Whenever you want to start kid, I'm listening."
His thinking is so flawed.
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"Thrush"
Adept
{g=4}
S.H.C.P.[M:1900]
"I suppose... I vas afraid of ze big bad volf?"
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Post by "Thrush" on Jun 14, 2007 16:39:10 GMT -8
'Convincing'? "You're more dedicated than I thought."I've got my reasons..."Whenever you want to start kid, I'm listening.""..Already on ze attack mode? Ze fuck are your manners hm? Upperclassmen? Rich boy?" "Thrush" grinned, his tongue lashing out menacingly, as he walked half-way in a circle, mimicking Mr. Kaluskov, until he got to the door. Jonathan had told him enough about this man to get some sort of idea of what sort of personality he had. Did NOT know what Jonathan saw in him. Unlike in the restaurant, he didn't need to hold back his words so much, 'lest Jonathan tried to interfere and punish him.
"..Zere vere.. zome tings here, zat I wanted to... 'discuss' and.. 'clarify'" his tongue lightly wrapping around his lips, wetting them, as a boner wretched itself forward, making its presence known, as he strode to the door. Took the metal poles by the door, and began putting them in the little slots he prepped, before lightly closing the door, making Mr. Kaluskov wait, but not taking his sweet old time, either.
"...Mainly..." turning back to face him, "My labelz for 'superior technology', 'revolutionists', 'fighting like bruzzers', and ze basic lack of knowledge in general in regards to our ignorance in regardz to zis. As well as zese... 'juggernauts' you speak of. Such as in... who they might be? What izt ze purpose of bringing them up? And... vas zat some forewarning of something terrible to come... 'transfer'...?"
A very obvious smile, as he bared his teeth, resuming the encirclement. "..As vell as how.. 'empathetic' I am, in terms of sending students to 'die'. Send someone to zere death?" The grin was quite.. quite prominent.
"..From ze vay you were talking, you were not paying attention to ANY of ze important points I was bringing up, yesterday. Very dizappointing, Mr. Kaluskov.. very. You are very 'trigger-happy' when it comes to labeling people, Mizter Upperclass-boy. But zen, most arrogant asses like yourself are guilty of zis, ja?" ..Unlike Jonathan, he had no problem with saying his mind and how he felt. It was obvious that he was enraged by yesterday's little 'counter-speech'. And the fact that the snob thought himself so amazingly 'suave' zat he could just walk out, instead of staying to get a response, right zen and zere? Lack of discipline, lack of manners... zis time, no matter how disgusted ze snob would be, he'd need to break a few bones to break ze door down, unless he beat ze shit out of "Thrush", which, accordingly, was very likely. He was more underhanded zen himself, after all.
Leaned against a wall, next to the only window... contenting himself, with a happy sigh, as his tongue hung out his mouth, like a dog.
"..Zo zen, mizter Serb... vere do you vant me to begin, eh?"
He did not like this man, but his job was to.. 'persuade' him. Fuh.
Rolled his eyes, as he stared at the ceiling.Notes:
Moonlight Remaining: 2 Posts |
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Post by valekin on Jun 15, 2007 17:26:58 GMT -8
"Your insight is lacking. I'm not a transfer student. I don't even go to your school. The juggernauts I speak of, are those that you said were transfers, kicking the shit out of your 'local color'. You'd be right to call me a rich boy, as I own a restaurant chain, and a factory."
He grinned, bearing his razor sharp fangs, an Opaline smile so horrific that it could scare the bones right out of a tiger.
"I didn't take anything you said with any salt, because I don't respect you. To me, you sounded like a child that was filled to the brim with an ideal, and practically no means to get to that ideal."
He came forward, after watching him move about his business. Standing about a meter from the boy now. Those claws of his; glittered in the moonlight like amethysts. Such sharp jewels.
"If you consider an iron pole, like many THUGS, superior technology. That's the attitude I'll give you. And I highly doubt you are capable of getting any form of weapon without being flagged."
The ellipses narrowed now, sheer color looked onto Thrush, then they widened, and one gave a burst of purple before reverting back to blue.
Just kill him...
I'm considering it...
"Unlike your other half, you'll have a harder time proving that you are both trustworthy, and worth any respect at all. Because you, are the puppet. Where your other half, is the Master."
Now getting to the point.
"The only way you can persuade me of anything that you claimed. Is by showing me. And.. I don't think you Thrush, are capable of that. Actions speak louder than words. Prove to me that you are worth my money, my time, and my respect."
The monster backed into the shadows, away from the light. Now unseen in the darkness. His silhouette wasn't even discernible against the pitch void of light in the room. The younger male would have a very hard time trying to find him.
"Let's see how strong you are."
Hominus Nocturnus
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"Thrush"
Adept
{g=4}
S.H.C.P.[M:1900]
"I suppose... I vas afraid of ze big bad volf?"
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Post by "Thrush" on Jul 1, 2007 2:34:23 GMT -8
Who's Afraid... Of The Big Bad Wolf? "Unlike your other half, you'll have a harder time proving that you are both trustworthy, and worth any respect at all. Because you, are the puppet. Where your other half, is the Master."...Aside from anything else...
...Aside from anything else...
...ASIDE FROM ANYTHING ELSE THAN THAT.
He would've ignored 'Mr. Kaluskov'.
Would've ignored the fact that he was hiding in the shadows. But he brought up the word topic he was ever only stingy about, with anyone, ANYONE OTHER THAN HIS MASTER...
...Or shall I say, masters?
Wild grin. Tongue lashing out. Eyes pumping red... ecstasy.
"...I'll forgive... you calling me 'the other half'... this one time... Mizter... Kaluskov... simply because you are ignorant of the true reality. Kek. KEkekekekekekeke..."
Eyes flashed open.
---But the moonlight had cut across... And everything was dark... even those glowing red eyes.
"..Tell me... Mizter Kaluskov... While there is darkness..."
Steps, traveling.. echoing, as he began to move to the left side, maintaining a seven-foot distance..
"...Do you know... ze Big Bad Wolf?"
KAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
For you see, fighting would be difficult for both in the dark, without sound. Something that Kaluskov was not concealing at the moment.. and neither was "Thrush". So... fight when the moon is risen, talk when the moon is hidden? What say you? I walk to the sides, yet not quite.. hiding in its own shadows, as you are.. searching for your sharp blue eyes, as you look for my red ones..
"...Who... do you think is the Big Bad Wolf? Hmm? Kekekekekekekeke..."
Gloved hands up, in a boxing position, yet slightly relaxed. Cloak trailing him. Let's see this items from those 'Gods' in action. And as far as Jonathan knew... aside from those rather frightening claws, their fist striking range was probably more in his favor, but Kaluskov's more lethal.
...And if Mr. Kaluskov didn't move from that hidden position, just outside the shadows? "Thrush" would just stay where he was, at the left side of him, just barely hidden by the shadows.. ready to strike, ready to talk, ready to listen, ready to fight...
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Post by valekin on Jul 1, 2007 6:23:58 GMT -8
"Your ego is astounding."
The maniac said from behind him. Purple claws lashed out, to take him by surprise.. from above? He must have moved silently in the darkness, climbing up a wall and along the ceiling. Only one claw lashed out at his head. Then he touched the ground behind him. Within the range of Thrush's arms, and Thrush was within Valekin's range.
A number of things could go down at this close proximity. Valekin could tear him apart, but that wouldn't accomplish anything. As he liked Johnathan, and killing Thrush would kill Johnathan. This would more than likely turn into a ground game. Grappling and throws. It won't end very well for Thrush, boxers usually didn't have any kind of defense against a wrestler. Once they get in close, you're done for.
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"Thrush"
Adept
{g=4}
S.H.C.P.[M:1900]
"I suppose... I vas afraid of ze big bad volf?"
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Post by "Thrush" on Jul 1, 2007 12:05:05 GMT -8
RESOUND FOR ME! "Your ego is astounding---""---HYEAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Talk, talk, talk... The point was so that the guy would give away his position. That, and the moon had come back up.
While those hands would be lashing at "Thrush's" head, Thrush IMMEDIATLY rushed backwards, slamming his back against the wall, and hopefully into the dropping Valekin, where he'd reach behind himself, and lock his legs underneath 'MIZTER KALUSKOV!'
KAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
If that went all successful, then he'd jump up and slam them both down, head-first into the ground!
WHILE HE CAME!
If, however, the Serbian bastard would stay up on the ceiling, Thrush would still slam his back onto the wall, and use the momentum to spring up into the air, jumping off the wall, arms going out to reach and tackle the bastard in mid-air.
Either way, "Thrush" now had a clean sliver of a cut at his head, with blood going down just the side of his eye. Taking knives to a fist fight? Damn the cur, but I'm the one more vulnerable, at this point. Look. Standard style works for standard situations, but innovativeness called for innovativeness.. whatever the hell that meant. Kekekeke.
No, he did not have matching speed. All he had was brute force to work on.
LETS SEE HOW THAT WORKS OUT!
Let me hear the battle cry.
Let me hear the battle cry.
Let me hear the battle cry:
"...I'M CUMMING!!!!!!" |
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Post by valekin on Jul 1, 2007 15:05:03 GMT -8
Thrush came close to knocking him into the wall. He slipped to the side, out of the way of the slam just barely. Letting his left arm's claws drag along the boy's skin. It wasn't successful at all, though he came close to hurting him. Which was an accomplishment. Not many got that close to it. He had circled the younger boy. And was still in close proximity. He dropped back two steps, and then shot and slid for Thrush's legs.
It wasn't so fast that if Thrush just barely got out of the way, Vale would slam into the concrete, no, he'd have the speed to correct his vector, and attack again.
If it was a successful shoot, then he'd have Thrush around the knees. And he'd jerk him to the left, causing the legs to buckle, as they are not meant to bend in that direction. this would cause Thrush to fall to the ground. Valekin was moving at top speed at this point, and would move into a finishing mind set soon.
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"Thrush"
Adept
{g=4}
S.H.C.P.[M:1900]
"I suppose... I vas afraid of ze big bad volf?"
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Post by "Thrush" on Jul 6, 2007 23:33:53 GMT -8
'Stubborn' Is A Synonym For Being... Blood ran down his face...
And a grin grew.
He would not let himself be so easily defeated by some rat-speaking bastard! EVEN IF HE WAS A SERBIAN... EVEN IF HE LIKED THE GUY (and especially if he hated the guy)... This guy spoke in Russian. RATS! THE LANGUAGE OF ALL THOSE COUNTLESS RATS! And as a German.. he couldn't permit himself to be defeated by someone like ZAT...
KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
Now, lets clarify one thing. "Thrush" isn't exactly the brightest fuck around here. So clearly, the only choice of attack, to ze bastard sliding against him... is TO CHARGE AT HIM LIKE THE BASTARD HE WAS!---VAT ZE HELL!?
Falling suddenly, "Thrush" tried to use the momentum of falling, to hurtle the only thing hard enough to do damage with that sort of 'falling-forward' momentum..
"MY FACE!!!!"
..Of course, we must reiterate. "Thrush" is an idiot. And underestimating his enemy's speed?... More then likely. Perhaps our German friend was in for an ill-begotten treat now..?
Chances are, he'd be hurt far more, before his face even smashed into... whatever part of Valekin's body he was smashing into. If it was his back... he'd undoubtly slide down, and would begin hip-thrusting into the back of Mr. Kaluskov's head.
Party on.Edit: Added detail.
Edit 2: Uh... 'Kay. PM/Post in the spam thread if I'm still fucking this up somehow... |
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Post by valekin on Jul 12, 2007 16:03:56 GMT -8
Oh dear. This was going to end badly for one party. And.. it wouldn't be Valekin. The physics that the move would cause, would make it impossible for Thrush to even attempt at humping the back of his head. The way that particular move drops the person, from the legs, out from under them, to the side, does not permit any kind of forward falling or backward falling.
"Oh dear."
With Thrush on his way to the ground, Valekin circled around, and slashed at his back from behind. His long legs creeped up, one boot to step on Thrush's buttocks, and the opposite hand reaching for the boy's neck. If he grasped the neck from behind, his claws would press just a bit, just enough to feel the bones of the neck, and touch the nerves between them.
This would result in sudden paralysis. Temporary paralysis that is.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2007 17:36:59 GMT -8
TEMPORARY PARALYSIS!? "KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
As he even tried to struggle backwards, he smiled... blasting out one load, before it he could even feel what the hell went on. Oh wait. That's the point of paralysis, isn't it?
YOU DON'T FEEL IT.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE...
But his head kept on smiling, even as he was temporarily slumped down in Valekin's face. Couldn't speak, obviously. But the nerves connected to his head.. so he would just smile, no matter how loosely.
'Come... kill me if you dare! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!'
Consider it a mercy. Yes, that's what I'll do. Mr. Kaluskov took away all pain, save the slight slash on my head, and the obvious bleeding down the back of my neck. But fighting back?... Let's see how 'permanent' this is...OOC: The next two posts will have no moonlight. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 1, 2007 9:21:22 GMT -8
"You know, Thrush, I was thinking about breaking your legs and leaving you here. But then.. that'd make it hard for you to get down wouldn't it?"
He said, lifting the boy by the neck, using the other fingers to wrap around the throat, where the two claws remained pinching. The kid would remain as limp as a wet noodle until several seconds after he let him go. But he hadn't let him go yet. Valekin carried him, with one arm, over to the window. Letting Thrush put two and two together. Hopefully making four. He led the boy head first out the window, then used his other arm to guide the legs. Thus letting him dangle.
"So I figured I'd give you a hand in getting down. If you're lucky enough to remain paralyzed and limp the whole way down, you won't break your legs. Funny how that works eh?"
Valekin smiled.
"Have anything to say?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 1, 2007 9:27:15 GMT -8
2 + 2 = 22!!! I KNOW MATH! "Have anything to say?"He struggled to turn his neck. Any last resistance would do. Hopefully he succeeded somewhat.. Wanted Mr. Kaluskov to see him smiling.
"Ja... one last thing."
"BITE ME! LITERALLY! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."
"I assure you, I'm most delicious."
"KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE..."
Contorting his head around, tongue lashing, trying to see if he could get a last glance. His body wouldn't respond, but he didn't care. FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! DESTROY! IT IS THINE WILL OF THINE ENEMIES, IT IS THINE WILL OF THINE COMMANDERS! FIGHT!Edit: Just forgot something in there. Removed it. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 1, 2007 9:32:10 GMT -8
"I'll pass. A bit too young for my tastes."
What was he, a wine connoisseur? Aging the blood maybe? Iunno what's in the head of the cannibal. I just report. Thus did Valekin let go of the dangling rag doll. To fall however many stories they were up. Hopefully it was more than two or three, or six, as it would take about four or so seconds for the paralysis to wear off after he let the male go. If only he had let go before he put him out the window eh? That would have made things so much longer.
Oh well.
"No hard feelings, da?!"
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!
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