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Post by Gabriel Seran on Mar 1, 2011 19:27:10 GMT -8
With chess pieces in place Gabriel trekked onto th school campus with a smooth grin on his features a hand clasped over the metal handle of his suitcase, a hinge of weight measured on that favoring shoulder. There was always a plot to this man's disposition all throughout the ages as he climbed the metaphoric ladder of power. From early beginnings to his current standing as a Dragon but today was not about delving into the past. Instead it was taking the next step, ambition never rested and neither did he.
"I Gabriel Seran, Elder of the Dragons Nova. Resign the Dragons.... that is unless, you're willing to destroy me for it."
A sadistic laughter in his throat as he clicked the blue tooth phone strapped to his head off. Earlier that morning he'd hacked into the school's systems and now it came about time to put his game into effect. The Nova Dragon now stood in the center of the School yard standing just beneath Leon's clock tower. His dark trench coat weighing heavily on his shoulder as it lurched upwards and popped open the case pulling free a switch.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock...
Let the games begin....
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Post by Donovan Green on Mar 1, 2011 22:46:38 GMT -8
"I Gabriel Seran, Elder of the Dragons Nova. Resign the Dragons.... that is unless, you're willing to destroy me for it."
Donnie was in the library when he heard is brother-in-law over the P.A system. A charming smile spread across the young Aussie's lips as he leaned back in his chair.
"Cute."
A girl he was sitting near looked over at him with blushing cheeks. Obviously thought he was talking to her, but really he was refering to Gabriel's attempt. Donnie wasn't a fan of it. Yeah he wasn't a dragon, but he believed Dragons should still exist rather than cease.
He would give the female a wink anyway before getting up and leaving the library. He wasn't sure where Gabe was, but he was sure to find out.
How?
Asking everyone he walked by and looked around the school as much as possible.
Finally!!
Gotcha!
"Gabriel!" he would raise both arms on either side of him in a "wtf" fashion. "Why? Come on now... Leave the Dragons be, sweetcheeks."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Mar 1, 2011 22:53:13 GMT -8
quot;Gabriel!"
His attention turned upwards not being the person he'd expected, in all honesty he'd been hoping it was Leon, he really wanted to fight Leon. Maybe even David Blaze with some cockamamie slur about how Gabriel had no right to do this or whatever despite the fact that the Dragons had fallen so far from grace under his time as Elder. In fact Gabriel remembered back to before them, it was laughable that they'd blame the content earned over the years on new members rather than old members updating the rules. Rule of power #1. Those in power are afraid to lose it and will do whatever they can to maintain such and bolster their own strength. Anything. With the skies as the limits and the Dragon elders holding all the chips one could only have anticipated things would turn up this way.
"Why? Come on now... Leave the Dragons be, sweetcheeks."
Gabriel's hands would come up quickly sliding the small remote into his jacket and smirking, his hands moving to each side of his hips and inclining at the fingertips provoking Donovan onward in a "come at me bro" fashion.
"Didn't expect you to want to destroy me, but you'll fall.... just like the rest."
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Post by Donovan Green on Mar 1, 2011 23:08:25 GMT -8
"I will not fall...and neither shall you. I will just put you in your place. I promise you at least that much."
He would smile before charging towards his dear older brother. He respected the guy...hell especially after he put up with all his shit... and he must have been a trooper for marrying and putting up with a girl like Alexis.
As he got closer he would slide across the ground as if making a home run before the catcher were to tag him.
Hopefully he would knock him to the ground only so Donnie could pin him to the ground in a lock.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Mar 1, 2011 23:14:55 GMT -8
Gabriel would grin, he liked the boy's spunk but it wouldn't favor him if more Dragons were to arrive much less in a battle of Dragons. Then again it only further was proving his point that it was an old breed. His eyes would trace his younger brother's charge forward, a very blunt strike not unlike his own blunt instrumental strikes but in that he was glad he didn't have to make the first aggressive action. Bam. Then the slide against the ground fast but undoubtedly losing speed against the hard pavement of the court square. Gabriel would take a step back with his right leg before lifting it upwards off the ground and bending his knee up so that the cap of it would slam into Donovan's face with the force of his slide in combination with the downward trajectory undoubtedly breaking it with a quick contact on the nose.
On the other side of that notion Gabriel's hips would sweep around and be behind Donovan now bent over at an angle to catch Donovan by the shoulders with both open palms and drag him up by his shoulders letting Gabriel's right arm sag a bit until it grappled around Donnie's neck. With the fist clasped in a balled shape he'd grab it with the left hand and pull upwards to the sky to choke Donnie.
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Post by Donovan Green on Mar 1, 2011 23:43:58 GMT -8
Donnie had slid further than he expected which sucked due to the fact Gabriel was able to dodge the move. As his face drew near Gabriel he saw the knee come down. It made contact, but not fully 'cause Donnie would keeled forward so he was in a somewhat fetul position as he slid onward for a few inches. Now that his head wasn't were Gabriel had planned hopefully he would get caught off balance and fall foward... as if someone sitting down in an expected chair only to find out some jerk of swiped it from undeneath your ass. To make a quick recovery he would roll onto his hands and knees then launch himself onto his feet... from there he would try to mount Gabriel's back as if trying to get a piggy back..
His arms would hook around his neck from behind into a head lock.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Mar 1, 2011 23:52:12 GMT -8
Hitched by the back foot as he kneed forward Gabriel was unable to get the headlock grip around Donnie's head. If only such went down this fight would have been dealt with quickly and the ambition of faltering unto Leon would come to flourish quickly. But half stumbling forward in the same instant Donnie would be performing his tuck and roll Gabriel would have swiveled over and around regathering his footing just as Donnie would lash out with the grapple for the neck.
At this point Gabriel quickly dropped all weight into his hips giving into the stumbling weight that'd been allotted so generously by Donnie's initial grip around the leg moments ago which would give Gabriel an extra second to react. Falling unto his back he would launch out the same right leg outwards and forward planting a heavy boot into Donnie's ribcage. The force from a partially extended knee to a fully extended leg would bridge a divide between the two fighters and depending upon Donnie's next move would more than likely have beat him away like a feral pup.
If Donnie was to be knocked away Gabriel would arch and bridge his back and kick his legs up to flip himself aback and onto his feet bringing his hands up to bear with heavy fists set into play defensively.
If however Donnie Proceeded to throw his weight forward Gabriel would instinctively remain on his back looping his right leg atop Donnie's shoulder giving the false impression of having let his guard down while the left leg would put up a slight struggle thus furthering this faux maneuver and finally hooking under his left armpit and hooking with the ankle of the other foot forcing a strangle hold around Donnie and between Gabe's thighs. In the forceful motion it'd almost be a dry hump.
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Post by Donovan Green on Mar 2, 2011 0:13:11 GMT -8
So the foot to the chest was unexpected. He was pushed back and he somewhat tipped over and as he fell Gabriel jumped up unto his feet. Though instantly Donnie would throw his feet up into the air and supporting such would be him laying on his upper back above the shoulder blades... he wanted to kick Gabriel under the chin from the ground.
As his foot would run passed his face he would keep going doing a backwards somersault and would land on his hands and knees before grounding to his feet once again to see if his attack actually connected with Gabriel's jaw as well as get into a ready stance for anything that may be thrown back at him. It would be foolish to let his guard down for a second.
Donnie so far was getting irritated... and that always came easy due to his bipolar. Though he didn't entirely care 'cause he would just get to a point where all he saw was red and fall into a berserk frenzy. Just at this time he was trying to keep his cool 'cause he didn't want to do anything drastic to his brother. Though obviously Gabriel had a different view on things. It is obvious now seeing Gabriel wasn't a true dragon if he just so easily decided to end it.
"C'mon old man!"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Mar 2, 2011 9:50:57 GMT -8
A slap on the jaw from drawn back flailing kick, Gabriel's torso stumbling for but a foot back before his step recovered and a steady grin in place. His hand drew upwards to the corner of his mouth and wiped the layer of saliva cultivating at the corner of his lips. Family or not Gabriel was hungry for blood. It was an insatiable feeling that took over him completely. The longer a fight raged on the more intense he became, eyes leveled with a furious sort of malcontent, hands buckled into stern fists.
The thing Donovan was mistaken about as were most people is that this was all just a game to Gabriel. He remembered not to long ago when David Blaze bragged about his supposed victories. Such was a child's naive belief to presume such end decisiveness, there was nothing more to the world than a continuing game that revolved endlessly. There were no beginnings nor ends merely what came next. So if the Dragons died today or if he was stopped there'd be another game to come, to play. It never ended until all parties were dead.
"C'mon old man!"
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Gabriel would step with his left foot forward across his torso, the heavy trench coat crossing and veiling his arms giving his attack the heir of surprise to an opponent headlong ahead of him as the right hand tucked under and into the coat fastening around the hilt of a blade. The noise would be silent as from under the coat a silver blade would lash across Donnie's torso from his bottom right hip to his left shoulder.
Now the reaction of course would be to block with his arm and retreat from what Gabriel anticipated, regardless of whether or not Donnie did this the man would proceed onward with an outward right step spreading his base as to not be knocked off balance and allow him to expand his range to a retreating foe. As the blade reached its apex at the shoulder Gabriel would tuck the hilt of the blade to his right pocket thusly lowering the point of the blade to his center and jabbing it down from Donnie's pelvis and then stabbing down to his leading foot. If contacted the blade inhibited a poison within that caused him to be numbed for a period of time. If a limb was contacted the limb would be numbed as well.
With each jab Gabriel's shoulders would be momentarily exposed while his torso would be projected forward giving each of the jabs additional force with each attack.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2011 12:35:25 GMT -8
Sound was a relative thing as the sheath of the small blade drawn from Gabriel's waist the sound would be muffled by the cloak directed towards Donnie, however from where Jaus was standing being at Gabriel's right the sound would be slightly better acknowledged. He had already been interested in jumping into the fray, if but for his own purposes but with the revealed frame of the sword in play Jaus felt it only necessary to throw himself in.
Left shoulder lowered into a ram he'd be unnoticed charging in. Sword lashed out and blocked by the shoulder redirecting the blade down and into its second phase the stabbing motion as Jaus followed his initial momentum feeling the numbness creep up his arm. Face forward the man would stumble forward forming a barrier between the two fighters. Knelt over his left hand would try gripping the ground feeling the certain numbness roll up his arm before opening to catch his fall before failing and landing on his face.
'Fuck!'
Rolling he'd get back up to his feet still in between the two fighters and nursing his arm at the elbow holding it up unsteadily as he swayed. A nursed bloody trail ran down his numbed arm trickling into his fingers and hefted about lazily.
"That was unexpected... sorry for interrupting.."
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Mar 2, 2011 14:04:47 GMT -8
"... Well played Mr. Seran..." A dark figure could be seen standing high above the carnage, a breeze lightly blowing the edges of the figure's overcoat around. One foot resting on top of the edge of the rooftop, Kazuya watched Gabriel face off against a rather fervent opponent who clearly did not take too well to Gabriel's decision. Though Kazuya himself had tried to earn a Dragon title for himself, even facing off against Leon Sudeki, The Lightning Dragon himself, causing the Dragon spirit that had taken root inside him to awaken, he was still first and foremost, known simply as "The Flame Master." He still hadn't given up on earning a Dragon title for himself, if he had to, he would fight every God damn Dragon in the entire school just to earn it.
The fact that Gabriel had announced his decision to the entire school through the P.A. however, proved how serious he was with going through with his plan. And Kazuya knew all too well the kind of plans Gabriel came up with. His swords slung on his back, Kazuya casually folded his arms across his chest, his hair ruffled around by the breeze. However, it would seem fate had a sense of ironic humor, as a blurry figure stumbled into the fight, unintentionally interrupting an attack, causing the figure to fall flat on his face. "... First it was lighting the grass on fire, now it's using the P.A.? You never grow weary of the theatrics, do you," A voice shot out, as a familiar figure stepped out from behind the shadows of one of the pillars of Leon's clock tower, Kazuya smiling in mild amusement, "Gabriel Seran."
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Mar 2, 2011 19:23:50 GMT -8
(ooc: For Roth this takes place after all other threads.)
At last he was fully recovered. His wounds inflicted from Leon, Gabriel, everyone he had ever fought were at long last healed. His entire body still felt stiff, tougher than it had ever been. His body was hard and scarred all over from his recent battles and revelations.
He was back in school now. Public High School 259. A place of corruption and destruction among other things. Roth was a part of that and part of the reason why this place was the closest thing to home. He didn't have a family anymore. Just a need to fight and become strong the avenge these losses. One step at a time.
The ring of the P-A system flooded the school. He expected some announcement of some random bullshit. Maybe even a lunch schedule. Nope, instead it was a voice Roth never would have expected. Gabriel Seran. A man who had changed his entire life. He had never seen such power as the Dragon Fist. And this man inducted him as the Sol Paladin. Himself as the Divine Paladin.
It seemed he was all to serious about all this. He revealed to all that was was disbanding the Dragons. He had heard of them before. He knew who they were here, but not much of their past. Gabriel was the Nova, Leon the Lightning, and Jayr the Eclipse. It seemed he was going to end it. Good. It was finally time for a change.
Roth would stand from his desk and look out the window locating a scuffle near the clock tower. The Sol Paladin would make his way out the classroom and outside to witness the spectacle. As he walked he would stop at his locker to retrieve something. A large golden Gauntlet that Gabriel had given him. It held a great power inside and while he didn't plan to fight he figured it might be useful at some point.
Now he stood at the edge of the crowd watching for all who would come. So far only a few faces but he felt that number would grow immensely. Roth's gauntlet began to give off a very dim light filled with Roth's own eagerness to jump into the fray. Not yet, he was till waiting.
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Post by Donovan Green on Mar 2, 2011 20:15:29 GMT -8
So he managed a kick to the face, but as everything started to come... THEMOTHERFUCKERPULLEDOUTAGODDAMNSWORD!
Before he was hit a random dude showed up and got hit with it instead.
Wow... cool dude.
As Donnie's eyes followed the lad that fell to the ground and tha was enough for Gabriel to stab him in the hip. A weird tingly feeing took over and it was as if he was sitting weird for hours on end. As the boy got up Donnie tipped over due to not being able to access the function to his leg.
Then more guys came. Dragons were a big deal whether you liked them or not. It was a matter of finding out who of the few that were here were on Gabriel's side.
Donnie would look up at his brother with an obvious "I'm pissed off" face. If he doesn't care and put in concideration he just stabbed his wife's little brother..then why should Donnie hld back on his older sister's husband?
D=<
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Mar 2, 2011 20:42:47 GMT -8
His strike interrupted a tad bit upset that he now had two warriors to deal with quickly getting over that fact and remembering he wanted to fight more than one persons in this battle. A firm smirk on his face as he jabbed at his brother in the hip firmly paralyzing him if even only for just a moment. The quick acknowledgment that he was downed and without a hope of rising up to strike back at least with the full weight of his base under him. Undaunted Gabriel's left hand receded back up and around above his shoulder fingering on the hilt of yet another blade.
"... First it was lighting the grass on fire, now it's using the P.A.? You never grow weary of the theatrics, do you, Gabriel Seran."
Gabriel's grin grew far wider than before, not a malicious one but a hugely flaming gay one. Turning his head upwards and over his shoulder to look at the clock he'd grin and squint his eyes to appear far more homosexual than could ever have been imagined.
"Dats Me!"
His voice ringing with the lispy action of a thousand suns, he'd go so far almost as to flaunt a gay hand but his grip was elsewhere. Snatching the blade from behind his back he'd draw the long fanged blade peeling it from behind his back and lashing out with a sonic boom force down on Donnie who was standing at this point. With the applied force from the knock-back he'd probably ground the boy for the second time before turning the fanged edge at Jaus lashing around his mid torso, from the left shoulder to loop around the opposite side at his stomach. Teeth digging into the flesh and grinding against bone.
His gay grin turned dark, eyes looming with a sinister enjoyment of the copper filled air and the scent of blood ringing about the place.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Slink. The blade would release peeling from Jaus as he was grounded as well. Gabriel's armed hands would come upwards to his hips, the ring and middle finger inclining upwards in a "Come at me bro" trajectory.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2011 20:51:35 GMT -8
Ker-Thunk
That wasn't a nice noise. Much less was the pain that ensued as Jaus felt the warmth of blood soak his cloths, eyes training downwards to his mid-torso region he'd begin to realize why as the steel channeling from his pained region following all the way to Gabriel's wrist. A bloody blade forced its way jaggedly through his chest would reside.
"Guhh..."
Lips fouled with blood would speak trying to form words but failing, his hands edging up to his chest trying to grasp at the cold steel before. Fwoosh His body would feel a sudden contact with the ground, nothing remaining in his chest to restrain the blood flushing out, luckily the blade had missed the important arteries and those important arteries were defended by his thick coat.
He was however out of this fight, regardless of how much armor and endurance he had on him the man couldn't sustain a blow of that kind. His hands would grip tightly squeezing away the pain, shuddering.
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