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Post by Roy Atenwood on Jun 21, 2010 15:24:06 GMT -8
"Wanna die, kid?"
"Oh god, please don't hurt me, I'm sorry, I won't do it again!"
"Remember, when a lady says no, it means no. Not "Now". Got it?"
Roy was holding a young man by the face. He had been gone a long time from 259.....a long time from everywhere. It seemed like he had been locked up forever. His mind screamed out for the blood of the wicked, his life cried out for purpose, his mind for education. He pressed the young man into the wall and laughed long and hard, before throwing him to the ground. The battered, broken form wobbled to his feet and ran off, the girl who Roy had protected running away as well, screaming.
"Awww, I scared her away. That just tends to happen more and more these days....."
Roy laughed. People tended to be a bit afraid of him these days. He had vanished, and suddenly reappeared. Seemingly from nowhere, an avenging form laid waste to those who perpetrated injustice. He delivered a kick to the running boy's backside, knocking him sprawling, then let him run away with a smirk on his face. He was in teh mood for a good fight.
Let anyone come.
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Post by David B. on Jun 22, 2010 1:07:19 GMT -8
"Justice is a dish best served cold, kid."
David stood as the small crowd departed, the students giving wide birth to the Aetheral Dragon. He wore pure white, as was his preference, the ground beneath him slightly bending under the massive amount of concentrated weight. Hi's hands were in his pockets, eyes squared on the boy who tried to do right. David wasn't there to dispute that part of it, but rather the later part- letting him go.
"Words don't get you too far here. You need to learn to toughen up- the kid will only find her later."
He sighed.
He pulled down his hood, unzipping his sweater and letting it drop off to the side with a snapping of indented flooring. He tugged the weights from his pants too, droppig them and listening with a satisfied smile as they cracked through the tiles. He would leave the rest on... for now.
"Here, boy. Let me show you."
Current Stats:
Strength: 86
Dexterity: 80
Constitution: 145
Intelligence: 75
Wisdom: 70
Charisma: 70
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Jun 22, 2010 8:17:57 GMT -8
(OOC: Well, this fight isn't very even......Oh well, I am probably teh weakest active member >.>)
Roy laughed again. This kid was so fucking pretentious it was hilarious. The guy had a point, though, and he looked pretty fucking tough. This was going to get ugly. The whole floor bending under his weights thing was a bit over the top, though.....it reminded Roy of Dragon Ball Z.
The question was, did his power level go up when he removed the weights?
Probably. Fuck.
"So, yer gonna try and kick my ass because I didn't kick HIS ass right?That don't make much sense....Should I have killed him? Because that seems a bit mesy for my taste."
Roy hadn't been back in the area long enough to hear much about the dragons, though he did recognize one of them well enough, just not which one it was. He took a boxing stance, however, knowing that the time for words was PROBABLY over........
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 6, 2010 23:43:10 GMT -8
No tricks. No magic toys. Nada.
Just a motorcycle, a hand full of "Pop-Its" that would harmlessly explode with a loud *BANG* upon contact with a hard surface at a specified velocity, a bag of cashews... oh, and maybe two-foot rod of iron, a lighter, and a brick in the loading compartment of the back of his motor bike.
A large REVVING noise whirred in the background, while the crowd of students had just begun to close up the gap they had given to the Aetheral Dragon who had entered the fighting arena. Some students looked back, only to have a stray trash can full of... trash... thrown at them, the contents spilling out. Resting his hands on the handles and giving another REV... "Unfettered" sat with his whole body slumped forward, grinning, his white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots all that he wore.
No items."OYE! BLAZE! IZ THAT YOU!?" would come the excited yell from over the motor and the clamoring of students, before the German would gun the bike forward... towards the crowd.
He swung his arm around, throwing the "Pop-Its" into a girl's face, his teeth gritted into an amused smile, while using the weight of his body to lift the bike onto the rear-wheel, standing the bike up and having it spin around. The crowd dispersed wildly as the loud *BANG* sounded off on the girl's face (who was actually unharmed with no marks due to the lack of power), as the crowd screamed.
Provided that Blaze would let his intro go uninterrupted here, "Unfettered" would wave absentmindedly at the boy with long, red hair.
Recognizing him."...Oye... you're ze guy from the fountain, a year or so back," raising his brow as if a rumble wasn't just about to start with genuine curiosity.
"Unfettered's" Statistics:
- Strength: 30
- Dexterity: 30
- Constitution: 30
- Intelligence: 30
- Wisdom: 30
- Charisma: 30
OOC Note: "Unfettered" IS stronger then this, but is actively choosing to fight with only part of his potential and will not raise or lower in his fighting capabilities throughout. He is equipped with no items (they are left back at his house/apartment/whatever), but please do not take me lightly.
On a more OOC note, I've chosen to reduce "Unfettered's" statistics, because... the statistics really aren't important to me, and having full 30's (essentially, a beefed-up Freshmen-type set up, from under 300 posts) is just really, REALLY cool to me.
Edit: Coding, and... giving credit for the music idea to Scotty. Also, just to inform you that this could have been a lot worse, i.e., "Unfettered" could have thrown a live baby he'd just kidnapped from an on-campus mother at one of you. Because.
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Post by David B. on Jul 15, 2010 11:41:17 GMT -8
David grinned as he heard the voice, saw the flash of white hair.
Unfettered.
"Well, good to see you, John."
Probably one of the few to actually call Unfettered by the name, he knew it was one way to get on the germans nerves. He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders briefly before flexing his hands. "Sorry, John, but you came at the wrong time. I guess your just going to have to join the fun." He charged forward toward Roy, aiming to slam an elbow straight into the front of his chin. If it connected or was blocked, he would immediately spin off it, throwing out a backfist for the side of Unfettereds face. He would take them both on, or turn this shit into a three way. SEXUALLY. Yeah, i just stole your line mikey. What now!? =D He knew that he was on top in this battle (haha), and would definitely be the one to stand above them all.
The crowd spread out further, knowing this battle would probably not turn out well for a few, or the school. But still, they stood and watched, not wanting to miss this for anything.
((Short post. Sorry fellas.))
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