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Post by kihaku on Jan 9, 2007 7:18:37 GMT
Larleta, an island nation, forested more heavily than any other part of the world. Perpetual rains kept the underfoot of the jungle moist, perfect for breaking down plants and bits of animal and insects that happened to die. Standing on the ground, one’s nose would have no choice but to wrinkle at the rank stench of decay emanating from the wet earth beneath their feet. All about them, they would hear the whirrs, clicks, hums, and chattering of thousands upon thousands of insects, animals, and birds, the great food chain working it’s magic in this great wood. Still, no matter how odd a place may be, it has a norm, and today that norm was about to be broken.
Near the edge of the Larletan jungle, a mile or so from the coast, there was a small clearing, not even ten feet in diameter. A furry little mammal with sharp teeth was munching on its latest meal, feathers and blood all over the ground just in front of it. As it began to lick its paws clean, it froze. The air grew still, and for once there was complete silence amongst the trees. The air was thick, not a single breath of breeze disturbed the sudden silence that pervaded the area. The little creature was up on its hind legs now, dark, liquid eyes scanning for what might have caused such a strong feeling of discontent.
The creature was startled when everything that could make noise opened it’s mouth in a great orchestra of nature’s cacophony. Screams, bellows, murmurs, screeches, all of them melded together in one great dissonant piece. The tiny animal crouched low and held it’s ears straight back until the noise subsided, running off to it’s burrow to sleep off the meal and hope the effects of the sudden outburst would soon convalesce. The clearing wouldn’t be still long, for in the very center of the leaf litter, there shone a single flare of purple flame. It slowly began to grow in size, though outward instead of upwards as one would suspect. Intricate burns began to appear on the decaying plant-life, designs so complex and detailed the cause couldn’t possibly be natural.
The fire then completed its growth, forming a perfect circle, and within it was a six-pointed star, each apex touching a point on the circle. From the center of the star, a figure faded into view. As the image began to take form and mass, details began to grow into being. A tall, shapely figure, long black hair held up in a pony tail. The lovely head was tilted slightly downwards, closed eyes gazing unseeing towards the ground. As soon as she came fully and solidly into view, the fire died, though the burns remained.
Opening her eyes, her liquid brown sugar stare slid all around her, picking out details and analyzing her surroundings. Only seven seconds later, a smirk curled onto the right side of her face, a frown creasing her flawless skin. Her fists were solidly planted on her hips, and she immediately adopted a posture that bespoke her unwillingness to be there. A small flash of red flared up about her, the blood-red aura disappearing as soon as it came.
“Well… farkleberries.”
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Post by yuri on Jan 13, 2007 22:39:20 GMT
Not quite a mile away, on the shoreline of Larleta, peace was not quite yet disturbed. The ocean waves lapped at the empty shoreline, licking at the lone pieces of driftwood that littered the tropical beach line, each holding a memory of an adventure that was still not yet complete. In the distance, a whale breached the surface of the ocean, shooting a large stream of water upwards into the sky.
A man, barely above five feet tall, stood on the outcropping of a small pile of boulders, roughly thirty yards in diameter, his hands in his pockets as he faced the vast blue sea, his eyes squinting into the bright midday sun. His tanned skin glowed in the yellow light, his torso bare and covered with a light sheen of sweat, evidence of the workout he had just finished doing not a few minutes beforehand. His shirt, black, hung loosely from his neck like a makeshift towel, rising and falling as he breathed deeply, the crisp salty air entering his nose in a rush.
His head turned to the island, however, witnessing what seemed to be every animal in a mile radius explode in sudden life. His eyes narrowed into tiny slits, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. Strange... he thought to himself, taking one of his hands out of his pocket, pulling out a small pack of cigarettes as he did so. His other hand removed itself from his other pocket, drawing out a plain silver lighter, and as he raised the butt end of the cigarette to his lips, he lit its tip, watching the dull glow flare up at the end of it before putting both the pack and the lighter back into their respective spots.
Something's out there. His senses were picking up an outside presence that didn't quite belong. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let the nicotine from his cigarette flow through his body, savoring the relaxing buzz as he reached out with his mind to probe the area around him, searching for the cause behind the commotion.
It took him several moments to pinpoint the relative location, which in retrospect wasn't too hard to find - burn marks littered the area where the chaos seemed to have originated. He couldn't feel the person quite so well, although he knew there was someone there - he only felt the vibrations along the earth, felt the lack of motion that was supposed to be there. Grass that was burned away, and could no longer catch the light breeze that was passing through the area.
He opened his eyes again, pulling his cigarette out of his mouth, absently watching it float a few feet in front of him, suspended in the air by nothing more than his own mind; satisfied that it wasn't going anywhere, he quickly put on his short-sleeved shirt, feeling his muscles ripple underneath it as he did so before pulling the cigarette out of the air and putting it back in its rightful place, taking a long drag out of it excitedly. Seems he'd get some action today, after all.
Cracking his knuckles with both hands, he pushed off the rocky outcropping with his feet, leaping into the air and hovering for a long moment, stretching his muscles as he floated forward before speeding off in a rush towards the area of destruction. As he did so, his face began to take a grim tone of seriousness - his mind was preparing itself, preparing the body, running all of the subconscious activities his body went through in preparation for a battle. His heart began to skip a beat; his muscles tensed, poised and ready to spring at any moment; his fingers clenched into fists, only to relax once more, hanging limply at his sides as he flew.
Bursting through the thin tree line that lined the fringes of his target area, he lowered himself down softly, cautiously, his eyes locked on the woman that stood in the middle of the scorched ground, body relaxed but ready to act if need be. His lips were pursed, wrapped around the butt of the cigarette as he took another long drag, dark grey smoke billowing out of the edge of his mouth as his feet touched the ground, toes and heels resting lightly on the grassy earth.
The process took but a moment, the time it took for him to appear from the trees and land, but it was done in such a way that it gave no urgent sense of hostility - he felt no need to provoke the woman, if there was no need for it.
After all, it just wasn't in him to taunt a pretty lady.
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Post by kihaku on Jan 17, 2007 6:56:24 GMT
The lovely young lady could sense the person from a ways off, and was almost surprised that this individual was making a beeline right to her position. Well, technically it wasn't a "beeline" per se, because bees kinda go in a zig-zaggy path. And certainly it wasn't like the letter "b," because then it'd be all curvy and stuff. Was it perhaps an "i" line then? Well, if they made a tiny little hop at the end for the dot at the top... bah, whatever, the important thing was that he/she/it was on the way. Again, the question was why. There was little time to wonder, so she decided to play things safe for now and lowered her power level to something akin to a regular person with no special powers. Still not realizing that she was standing in the middle of of a symbol burned into the leaf-litter, it seemed a moot point at this time.
She gave a sharp intake of breath and thought, "What if it's a cute guy?!" Normally not one to be very feminine, she decided to try and look presentable anyway, brushing back her hair, worrying over her ponytail and tugging at the hem of her shirt. Standing up straight, she looked down to check her breasts, something she was very proud of, smirked and looked up just in time to see the newcomer land softly on the ground before her. He was VERY cute... until he landed. Her face followed his body's movement from above her, to eye level, and then down.
"Cripes, I gotta be at least a foot taller than this guy!" She thought quite surprised. Still, he seemed not to be in any sort of rush to attack her, simply instead staring right at her... well, up at her, making no threatening motions of any sort. That's usually a good sign that they aren't baddies, but ya never can tell. Given only one other mode of determining hostility levels, she gave a great big sparkly grin, her honeyed eyes gleamed in a shaft of sunlight, and her right arm shot out in request of a hearty handshake. "Hey there pal! Name's Elena! And you are?"
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Post by yuri on Jan 17, 2007 10:58:31 GMT
Well, that wasn't something he had expected.
Seeing the scorch marks burned into the grass under their feet, he had assumed - incorrectly, it seemed - that the presence he had sensed was hostile. Or at least ugly. Or evil...or...well, something.
Nothing, in fact, seemed to be ordinary or predictable about this woman - a very beautiful one, at that, as he stood staring at her, resisting the urge to flirt with her. In fact, his height for once actually gave him a relatively obvious advantage, as his head reached up only to the tops of her chest:
He was the perfect height! ^_^
All noticeable differences aside, however, he walked over to her calmly, with a warm smile on his face, his right hand extending to accept her handshake as he came within reachable distance from her. His senses were still on full-alert, knowing that even the most beautiful rose had its thorns, but for the moment, he relaxed slightly.
"Alexander, although I generally go by just 'Al'," he 'pathed in the corners of her mind, his mental probe far from invasive as he entered his own comfortable version of speech. There were many reasons why he preferred telepathy over actual speech, the least of which being that while doing so, he didn't have to move his mouth and agitate the cigarette in his mouth.
Turning his head to blow a small tuft of smoke out of his mouth, he smiled again, looking up at her. "It's a pleasure to meet such a pretty lady out here," he continued, his tone sounding in her head much like the soft jingling of bells on a chilly winter morning. "But I don't get out much, either, so maybe I'm just missing out."
He couldn't help it. The lady was pretty; he hadn't had any companionship in awhile.
At least he was honest about it, though. ^^
Regardless, as he stood, his hands relaxing comfortably in the depths of his blue denim khakis - the pockets being more than deep enough to hold his tiny fists - his eyes never left the gaze of her own, always keeping them locked on where they should be.
And definitely, without a doubt, nowhere near where he wanted them to be.
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Post by damian on Jan 25, 2007 17:45:53 GMT
Lying peacefully, away from the conflict of Dragonia, where many battles were taking places against ferocious and supernatural enemies, and even away from the peculiar meeting of the beautiful woman and her diminutive new friend, Crimson lay in a green, lucious clearing, surrounded by heavily leaved trees, his hands behind his head and his elbows sticking out at ninety degree angles. His right leg was crossed over his left and his eyes were shut lazily. As he slept, an elegant butterfly, brightly coloured and flying gracefully through the clearing, landed idly on the tip of his nose. Crimson's eyes tensed once, twice, then he opened the to greet his visitor...
Coming out of this dream, Crimson awoke in the very same clearing. But the lucious emerald grass had been reduced to ash, the trees all surrounding him had been burnt to a crisp and collapsed in on themselves, but this destruction had only spread a five metre radius, so it wasn't a forest fire. And on Crimson's nose was the charred corpse of a once beautiful butterfly. Even Crimson's positioning was different, his arms and legs spread-wide and his mouth relaxed open. As he opened his eyes, an incredible jolt of sheer agony shto through his skull and he clasped his hand to his red hair, cursing under his breath in a voice that spoke of an unhealthy amount of tobacco, alcohol, and not enough water.
"Crap... This always happens when I'm hungover..." Lying back again, he shut his eyes and tried to sleep when the unwelcome croaking voice of his "Spiritual Guardians" spoke up.
"Blessed Gods, are you finally awake?!" Nogard, his left-hand dragon.
"Ha, not likely. He'll be out like a light in another second." Suicard, his right-hand dragon. Crimson groaned and opened his eyes again, then looked to both his wrists and glared into the ink faces of his magical dragon tattooes.
"Well I would be, if you two weren't so fu-" Before he could finish, Crimson doubled over with a loud hacking coughing fit, which continued for quite some time. While Crimson was having this fit, his two dragons complained as the saliva and bacteria landed on their tattooes.
With the coughing fit over, Crimson got to his feet and left the clearing, pressing the heel of his hand to his fore-head and swearing as he went. While his left hand dealt with his head-ache, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with his right. While Crimson walked, the two dragons continued a conversation between each other on the topic of hangover cures. Crimson for the most part ignored them, as he had already seen his bets potential cure; a very fast-running nearby stream, with several jagged rocks that must descend from a nearby mountain. Not bothering to roll his trousers up, he stepped straight into the river, crouched low, and plunged his face into the river water. He had his eyes shut for the most part as the ice-cold water refreshed him, so he didn't see the water snake until it was too late. Short, green, and with venomous looking purple fangs, the little beast leapt up and latched itself on to Crimson's lower lip. Natrually, Crimson panicked, yelling at anybody to come help and tuggin at the snake with all his might. During this fierce fight, Crimson accidentally tripped over a rock just high enough to hit his shin. As I stated before, the water was very fast and, before Crimson or the snake knew what was happening, they were both shoved fiercely over the small edge of a very long water-fall.
Thankfully, the snake wasn't venomous, and was detached before Crimson hit the bottom. Crimson then decided to fly to the bottom, but sadly ended up in the canopy of another bunch of trees and, even more sadly, his legs were unfortunately just open enough for a rather large branch to strike him in a man's most sensitive area. After tumbling to the ground in the foetal position, and shutting the two hysterical dragons up, he forced himself to his feet and exited this scattering of trees. Then his eyes saw the afore-mentioned woman and his mouth hung open for a moment. Then he noticed the dwarf-like man standing nearby her and smirked as he stretched his legs out again to regain feeling.
Talk about a bad time for an injury down there... he thought to himself as he appraised the woman even more with his eyes. Looking at the pair of them, he took out a pack of smokes from his pants pocket and a lighter, then asked,
"You two out here cos of hangovers too? Or is this still my recovering spot?" After placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it, he offered the pack to the other two and also asked,
"Oh yeah, want a smoke?" Hopefully, neither of them noticed that the cigarette in Crimson's mouth was actually burning a lot faster than normally; in fact, it could be even described as on fire.
"Are you going to pretend that embarassing fall never happened then?" Nogard spoke up from underneath Crimson's cuff, completely ruining the cool image he had going.
"Give me a break I'm not great at this new flying thing!"
"New?! You've been practicing for months!"
"Yeah well you two have been practicing for centuries and you still can't agree on what direction!"
"It's not my fault he has no Natural Sense of Direction!"
"You just made that stuff up because you can't read a map!"
"WHAT?! Say that to my face!"
AFter this, Crimson banged his two wrists together, and knocked both the annoying, nattering dragons out cold. The pair in front of Crimson could probably have heard the voices, but have no idea where they were coming from, so by now would be thoroughly confused.
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Post by kihaku on Jan 26, 2007 23:49:55 GMT
The sudden words reverberating, clear as a bell, within her mind, set her nerves on a sudden edge, and she whipped about trying to find the source. With her right side presented to Alexander, she suddenly realized that it was him, and with a sly grin on her face, she turned towards the little man and bent forward, her face six inches from his. She raised her right index finger and held it between his face and her own, the very same smirk now directed directly towards him. "It's nice to meetcha 'Al.' Flatter though, will get you nowhere, especially when you beam it right into the pretty girl's head like a freaky little alien." She giggled and poked his forehead in a playful manner.
Just when she was straightening herself, there was a sudden crash over to their side, and she watched with a blank face, eyes slightly wider than usual, as a guy started to fall from the top of a small grouping of trees. When he landed, he seemed to be curled up into a ball, and she turned towards him to make sure he was okay. Before she could even get out a concerned moan, he jumped up and pulled out a pack of cigs as if... you know, nothing happened.
When he offered the pair some cigarettes, she simply couldn't hold it any longer, and grasping her sides, she doubled over laughing as loud as her lungs could manage. After a few moments, tears were leaking out the sides of her eyes, and she eventually fell onto her bum, then to her back laughing so hard. When she finally managed to calm herself, she was still having little giggle fits, smiling at the newcomer like he was just the funniest thing.
"Oh my gawd, you are just the funniest thing EVER!!" She ran towards him, still smiling with humor gleaming in her shiny, moist eyes. She got five feet away from him, and started to giggle again. "Ohh, I'm sorry *giggle* It was just so funny *giggle* when you tried to play it off *giggle* like you didn't just fall out of a tree *giggle snort*." When she snorted, she covered her mouth, eyes wide in surprise. She looked back to Alexander to see if he thought this guy was equally funny.
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A mile through the trees, along the bright, shiny sands of the beach, the ocean waves gently lapped against the shore, soft carresses of water against land bespeaking the everlasting, eternal love of sea and earth.
Infinitely apart, forever together.
Today wasn't going to be one of those days where the shores of Larleta would be peaceful, today was the day of the final step towards bringing the world of Dragonia back to where it came from. There grew a haze as if it were sudden very hot in two specific spots over the sands. The vapor hovered in the air, little waves that altered one’s view if they attempted to look through it. Then, with a sound like a whoosh of air, large black blobs of energy formed in the center of the haze that whipped the air about them into a frenzy of gusting wind. The waves themselves seemed less ready to touch the shores, the sands quivering as if they were afraid of what was about to touch down.
There was a sudden calm in the air, and where the dark spheres of power once floated, there now stood two forms, one male, and one female. They were both of equal height and build, but the female was much more curvaceous and sensual, the male more athletic and solidly framed. The male wore simple black boots and pants, a two inch black leather belt strapped around his waist. His skin was a creamy tan, his torso donning a black shirt, the left sleeve was long, but the right was non-existant. All along his right arm, there were scrawling black tattoos, wire-thin, and very sinister looking. His hair was short and black, and spiked back. His right eye was a pitch-black color. Over his left eye was an eye patch, black in color with a silver drawing on it, looking similar to a certain marking another pattern a spirit across the world bore upon his brest.
The female was a completely different matter, her body was wonderully curved, and her clothing was very spare. She wore light black shoes, and her lower body was covered with only a belt which held two lengths of fabric, one two feet wide to cover her front, and another two foot wide one to cover her backside. Her body then dipped inwards, curving out to her upper body, wearing a small bra-like covering, no sleeves, no neck, and exposing her midriff. Her black hair was light and fluffy, her ivory skin gleaming beautifully in the shimmering sun. Her lithe body streached as she extended her right arm upwards, pulling at taught, knotted muscles.
Giving a sigh of releif, her black eyes danced with excitement as she giggled and cooed at the water. "Ooooh, I've missed the water so much!" She tittered as she moved to the water, tickling her fingers in the cool waves. Her companion chuckled at her, shaking his head and tapping her right shoulder. "Come now Siren, we have a mission to see through."
"*sigh* Yes Cyclops, you're right." She smiled some more, light dancing in her black eyes. "I love destroying things."
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Post by damian on Jan 27, 2007 15:41:44 GMT
Taken aback slightly by the woman's forwardness, Crimson raised his hands in defence, afraid the girl was going to attack. In fact, she had found him hilarious. The complete opposite of what Crimson was going for... but roll with it, roll with it!!
"Heh, yeah, thanks... That's what I was going for."
"It WAS?!" The two dragons cried in dis-belief. Crimson glared at his wrists and hissed,
"Shut the fuck up you two or I swear to God I'll find some ink eraser..." And thankfully, the two dragons shut up, and Crimson looked back up to the girl with a smile on his face.
"Hey, I'm Crimson. What's going down miss...?" he asked, trying to pretend to be very polite.
Adjusting his jacket over his shirt again, Crimson realised his phone had been going off for quarter of an hour. Raising his hand to the girl and looking apologetically to her, he flipped his phone open.
"Yello? Oh, hey babe. Yeah last night was good... yeah... uhuh... really? Those two? Ha! I'd never believe it... Yeah I'll be there next week. Yeah. Yeah. Cool. See ya then."
In fact, Crimson had faked this whole conversation. It was an old trick he used to pretend he was cool, and popular; when he adjusted his jacket, he pressed a button to set off his ring tone so that it would seem he had received a call. Then he opened his phone up and faked a conversation with an imaginary girl-friend. Although, he had been at an intense party the night before, so that wasn't exactly a lie.
Having hung up, he smiled at the girl and said in as much of an apologetic tone as he could fake,
"Sorry 'bout that, she's always ringing. Especially after the parties... God knows what she sees in me though, right?" Crimson was completely unaware of the two presences that had appeared on the nearby coast; after all, he couldn't sense a thing. Which was why he was conversing so naturally with the girl he'd just met, and not running for his life.
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Post by yuri on Feb 1, 2007 19:54:17 GMT
Al, on the other hand, was standing quite naturally, his hands still nestled deep in the pockets of his pants, the towel wrapped ever so lightly around his neck to hang down over his chest. His cigarette was just now approaching the final moments of its existence, its embers slowly beginning to fade, the smoke coming from his mouth lessening as the moments passed.
His eyes narrowed as he watched the newcomer, as well as the woman, equally suspicious of both - being unaccustomed to most forms of social behavior, he was beginning to resent the newcomer's appearance and attitude. The whole "act suave and try to impress the ladies while pretending to be cool and outgoing" charade always sent him on edge.
But still...something felt amiss. Why was the girl here? She hadn't expressed her reason, and the fact that the ground around them was scorched only sent Al further into a state of uneasiness. Something was wrong, but he lacked the information to know what it was.
As it stood now, he could do nothing but stand, silently, and watch the man and woman, and hope things would reveal themselves in time.
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Post by kihaku on Feb 3, 2007 21:05:34 GMT
"Hey there Crimson, my name's Elena." She smiled and bent slightly at the waist, her hands taking his and flipping them over so she could get a look at those talking tattoos. She might act like one of the guys sometimes, and a total girl the other, but tactful she most definitely was not. "Ooooooo, talking dragon tattoos! That's like one of the cooliest things I've ever seen! Do they do any other tricks? Can you make them breath fire? That would be so awesome, you should totally try and learn how to do that." She let his hands go, the warmth of his skin still felt on her palms and fingertips. "Right after you learn how to better fake a phone conversation." She giggled and gave him the two-fingered victory sign, bouncing on the balls of her feet and turning back to Al.
Just as she was about to say something to him about the talking tattoos, she felt something very wrong with the world at that moment. She seemed frozen in place, facial expression displaying confusion and disbelief, usually a combination one didn't wish to see on this planet. "She's here...."
Elena gave Crimson and Al quick sum ups of their bodily frame, and felt about with her unseen senses to try and pick up any sort of powers they might have. Unable to make a definite assessment, she began to hop backwards, talking to the pair as her feet skipped in the direction of the sea. "Listen boys, I don't know how well you can fight, but right now isn't the time to talk. We've bot some major S-rank, level five, code red baddies just this way," she said jerking her thumb over her shoulder, "so if you feel like defending Dragonia and saving life as we know it, you might wanna come with me." She gave a sardonic smile and a wink. "Or you could just wuss out."
With that final jab, she turned and gave a high leap, her powers catching her as she shot off through the canopy, soaring towards the ocean.
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The girl gave her fingers a slight shake, wiping them on her belly before beginning her trek up the sands towards the treeline. As she approached, she slowed, her male counterpart watching her intently with his single black eye. She stood still for a moment, a combination of confusion and disbelief clearly visible in her features. With a sudden giggle of delight and several claps of her hands, she turned to Cyclops and grasped his big arms with her delicate fingers. "She's here! She's here, and she has two others with her!"
Cyclops chuckled and patted her head with his meaty left hand, smiling fondly at the bubbly, beautiful girl. "Well, I guess we'll just have to prepare for them, won't we?" She nodded vigorously, and turned towards the trees, dashing off without another word. Cyclops just stood there with his arms now crossed over his chest, his attention distracted with a quick examination of the tattoo scrawled over his thick arm. He gave a quick sniff of the air, looking all about him as he idled, waiting for Siren to finish.
Without warning, there was a concussive blast that shook the trees, sent grains of sand into the air, and for a moment halted the incessant beating of the waves. Thunder without sound crashed only briefly before there was several smaller crashes, followed by great beats against the earth. It was then that he moved in amongst the stolid trunks, some wider around than he was tall. After a few moments of walking, he encountered a huge tree trunk barring his path. It lay upon it's side, and it required a bit of effort to get past. Grabbing hold, he heaved himself up and over the fallen giant in one smooth motion, touching down without so much as an increase in breath.
Surveying the area, he surmised the clearing was now about a quarter mile in diameter, tree stumps only a foot high sporadically dotted the landscape, each evenly cleaved through. All around the perimeter, the trees that'd been thusly felled lay upon their sides as a sort of barrier, and Siren stood in the very middle, hands clasped behind her back and a big grin on her face.
Cyclops approached her, just as a bright white light was fading from her eyes. She ran up to him and attempted to tackle him in glee, but instead was picked up and sat down upon his right shoulder. "She's finally gonna die, and we get two others to warm up on too! OMG, I am so excited!"
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Post by yuri on Feb 3, 2007 22:33:30 GMT
He knew something was off.
Al gritted his teeth, taking after the girl that he'd only just recently met, closing his eyes and letting his body take over the flight while his mind began reaching out towards the surrounding area. One...no, two huge power levels. Both of them stronger than he had expected. They must have kept them hidden; that, or he had foolishly not been paying enough attention.
Mentally, he cursed himself for letting his senses slip so easily, and opened his eyes again just in time to see the forest erupt with chaos, trees falling everywhere, huge crashes and rumbles overtaking any other sound in the area around them.
Apparently the two were a tad bit anxious to fit, it seemed.
Al cracked his knuckles, then relaxed his entire body, letting his energy slowly build up in the core of his body, masking his power level on the outside of his skin, his power level outwardly appearing to be just barely above the power level of an average human. Unlike most idiot warriors, he did not mask his power level down to an unreadable amount; that gave an opponent an immediate conclusion that they knew how to mask their power level. By keeping his power level to just above the average human, compensating for the fact that he was now flying, he had a much higher chance of fooling his opponent - especially with his skills at manipulating, hiding, and changing the wavelengths of energy around him.
The two invaders wouldn't know what hit them until it was too late.
Al grinned, but kept his pace consistent, flying directly behind Elena as they took off for the center of the chaos - and the warriors that stood to greet them.
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Post by damian on Feb 3, 2007 22:45:32 GMT
Crimson was a tad more embarassed by Elena's forwardness as she spun his hands around and looked at Nogard and Suicard, and opened his mouth to reply to her question, but she was already looking distant again. She was a pretty weird one alright...
"But quite cute." Nogard added, hearing Crimson's thoughts.
"Was that neccessary?" Crimson asked his dragon aloud, and Suicard replied for his brother,
"I'd say so."
As Elena quickly explained the situation to Crimson, he frowned and crossed his arms. Fighting was not on the top of his Ten Terrific Fun Things To Do list, so he was about to say no thanks, when Elenea offered her challenge to him. Having now forgotten about telling Elena how he can summon his dragons to him to make real-life breathing beasts, he stuck out his chest proudly and said,
"Of course I'll fight! I am a patriot after all and, whenever Dragonia has been in dager in the past, I have stepped up to the challenge!" This wasn't true in the slightest as, with every past crisis the planet has suffered, Crimson would usually go underground and drink himself into a state of complete and utter ignorance to everything going on around him. once Elena had left, he turned to Alexander and said,
"I dunno 'bout you man, but I'm not taking that from a chick."
With that, he took off after her.
When Crimson got to the scene of the sudden devastation, he looked around the clearing with a little confusion and fear. But these both changed for sudden outrage when he heard a girl's voice speak up.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but did you actually just say OMG? You did didn't you? My Lord..." But then, looking at the source of the voice, he forgot his concerns with her bizarre choice of speech. He almost felt like today had been a dream, having first chanced upon Elena, and now this girl... but he realised she was already there with a guy, the big bloke holding her on his shoulders with one eye. They were both wearing incredibly blak clothes and, as Crimson landed clumsily on the ground a few feet away from them, he drew thew Sword of Cinders form his belt and said with a grin,
"Oooh, gothic. You two sure you shouldn't be biting the heads off bats somewhere or something?"
Leaning the sword against the back of his neck, the chain trialling down along his side, he smirked as he looked at the two. The girl definitely didn't look like a challenge, and he was pretty sure he could take the big guy. After all, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Looking around for Elena, he wasn't actually sure where she'd gone. He turned to the strange pair in front of him and asked,
"Hey, you seen a hot girl around here? Besides present company, of course." he added, gesturing towards the girl politely. Then he looked at the guy with one eye and his smirked widened.
"Wait, if Elena was on your left side, of course you haven't..."
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Post by kihaku on Feb 11, 2007 21:39:44 GMT
When Crimson landed first, Siren immediately began scanning the air for Elena, knowing full well that she was somewhere about, the ignorant person near them only solidifying that suspicion. Cyclops instead only stared at the man, his bright red hair and cocky atittude a dead giveaway that he was a fighter, the fact that he'd drawn the sword without asking who they were, why they were there, or anything resembling a question about them making it a definite conclusion.
Siren's eyes finally locked in on the quickly descending female frame of Elena just a few dozen feet from Crimson, landing gracefully in a posture that said she was ready to fight, just waiting for the opportune moment. Grinning wickedly, Siren stood up on Cyclops' shoulder and said, "Remember Cyclops, the girl is mine. Do what you will with the boys."
"Just don't make a mess."
"Yeah right, that's half the fun right there!"
Siren leapt from his shoulders, landing quite a ways away, only a hundred feet from Elena. When she hit the earth, Elena was already on the offensive, rushing for her with a vicious right hook to the face, followed up by a roundhouse kick to the kidney region. Without any sort of warning, there was a high-pitched, painful ringing sound, and Elena's attacks were both blocked by nearly visible waves of sound.
The vibrations in the air were of the frequency that gave Elena's contacting fist a harsh shake, painfully rattling the joints and forcing her back. "You should know better than that Elena, I'm not as dumb as you look."
Elena chuckled as her bright red aura flared up about her, red flames dancing about her as her power level sky-rocketed to increadible heights for someone who barely registered as slightly above average only a few moments ago. Her black gauntlets gave a sigh as from either one, a three foot blade, pure black, extended from their ends. Her liquid brown sugar eyes fixated on Siren, and the creature of destruction gave an instintual step back. "Pretty cheeky for a bitch who shouldn't even exist."
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Meanwhile, Cyclops had turned more towards Crimson, and just as he presented his full front, the pattern on his eyepatch flashed a bright silver. There was a sound like the whoosh of air, and Crimson would find hovering around his middle a silvery ring of energy. It measured a foot from his body and would move as he did, and when it appeared Cyclops smiled. "It doesn't matter where you are, skinny. I'll always be able to find you."
The big warrior raised his fists up above his head and brought them sharply down, a rumble rocking the area as two holes appeared in the ground beside him, going deep into the earth. Splaying his fingers, he slowly raised them once more, palms down, and a rustling could be heard within the deep gouges. With a rush of air, colums of sand flew out of the holes on either side of him, curving back behind him then forwards, formin perfect spheres of floating granules of rock and silicon.
Cocking his arms back and then thrusting them forwards, the spheres blasted forth perfect beams of sand, and on the tip of each formed a serpentine head with jaws wide, sharp fangs lunging for Crimson.
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Post by damian on Feb 13, 2007 20:59:51 GMT
Crimson smiled to Elena as she arrived, and opened his mouth to greet her, when the blades popped out of her gauntlets. His mouth hung open as he looked from one blade to the other, then looked up to Elena with the perfect picture of confusion on his face.
"That's some beasty weaponry you're packing!" he cried, but before he could continue, the silver ring suddenly extended around him.
Crimson looked down at the ring, and stepped around in a circle, chuckling to himself as he noticed it spun around with him.
"Man that's cool... Sorry what did you say?" Suddenly, the sand attacks launched at him, and Crimson instinctively launched himself in the air, slashing at the two attacks with his sword in an attempt to destroy them.
Having successfully dodged the attacks, whether his sword ended them or not, Crimson extended his free hand and focussed, feeling the now familiar warmth of the Phoenix envelope him. The air around Crimson shimmered, as if gas was being given off, and suddenly a plume of fire, hot enough to scorch the flesh from Cyclops' bones, fired out of his palm and exploded out in a massive wave. The fire continued to burn, setting alight the grass on the ground, and evne scattering to a few nearby trees.
Crimson landed again, noticing the silver ring still following him, and scratched the back of his head with a spare hand and let out a deep breath.
"Well, that was pretty easy... Was that guy even trying?" he asked aloud, believing his Phoenix Fire attack had consumed and killed Cyclops with ease.
"He probably didn't see you coming..." Nogard answered this rhetorical question, and Crimson laughed at his dragon's insult.
"Seriously, what could that guy's depth perception be?! Fighting with one eye is like entering an ass-kicking contest with one leg!" Crimson laughed at this too, as Suicard added his own two cents. Crimson looked over to Elena and yelled,
"Hey! Elena! Who are these guys anyway?!"
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Post by yuri on Feb 13, 2007 23:51:25 GMT
"Less talking, more fighting," Al murmured, loud enough for Crimson to hear, as he launched forward at the spot he knew the giant cyclops man to be. Crimson apparently was too cocky, and hadn't stopped to think about whether or not his target would have survived. A foolish mistake.
Standing still, he had the advantage of being in the shadows - they didn't extend as far as where the cyclops and the other two women were currently at, and therefore would prevent him from gaining their assistance. By standing his ground, he could play on his own terms.
And so he waited, for the counterattack that was only too expectantly to come.
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Post by kihaku on Feb 17, 2007 1:47:57 GMT
Elena grinned wickedly at Siren as Crimson posed his question to her. She brought her night black blades up to her chest, holding them a foot from her body, being neither threatening, nor submissive. Her blazing red aura continued to flare brightly about her as she responded, "They're monsters, they're agents of chaos, and they're DEAD!" Just then, she smartly rapped the pair of dark blades together, and from their very solid forms emanated an audible ringing, which to Alexander, Elena, and Crimson, sounded very beautiful, like the singing of a chorus of angels, or the trumpets of victory after a hard-fought battle.
However, Siren, knowing somehow what was coming, threw up a shield about herself, an almost inaudible boom resonating from the air just around her, creating visible shockwaves in the air in a most uniform manner. For whatever reason known only to she, there were no ill effects visible upon her facade, though Cyclops was another manner. When he heard the ring from Elena's blades, he immediately grabbed his ears, and the sand dragons that'd been slowly reforming new heads, suddenly collapsed into a neat pair of rowsm, granules falling like rain.
Siren grimaced, her pretty features flushing with anger. Her sonic wall dropped, and she screamed, "You're not as tough as you think!" She threw her hands forward, and a visible pair of sound blasts fired directly at her middle, aiming to both wind her and break a few ribs. Elena immediately shot to the left, but was stopped by a third blast that came instead from Siren's own mouth. The difference was that this one had sound, a most beautiful melody that was loud enough to hear for miles, though it's destructive power was clear when it crashed into a fallen trunk, almost completely breaking the thick tree in half, splinters exploding into the air.
"Holy shitake! Al, I could use some help here!!" Elena almost frantically called out, as her momentum had caused her to slam her into the dirt to avoid being struck by the sonic blast.
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Cyclops, after the side effects from the ringing had subsided, turned to look at the smouldering crater next to him, where he'd been only an instant before. He was grateful that the sonic attack had debilitated him when it did, and not three seconds before, otherwise he'd be as roasted as a goose left over an open flame for a day and a half. Standing erect, he thrust his fists straight out, down the lines of his fallen sand snakes. Giving a grunt, his muscles bulged and the fallen serpentine weapons quickly reformed. They pulled back to Cyclops and coiled around him protectively, their heads fully four feet above his own. Cyclops, with that ring still about Crimson's middle, knew precisely where he was. His snakes gave a loud hiss, their necks flared as their cobra-like hoods shot to either side in attempts to seem more formidible, they shot after him once more.
Cyclops then turned towards him, and flaring his fingers into claw-like forms, his sand pets opened their maws wide for the kill, their leading fangs nearly two feet in length, and still as sharp as a hypodermic needle. When they reached halfway, Cyclops gave a kick of his right foot, digging the heel into the soft earth. From deep within the ground, there came a rumbling as he began to summon a third sand pet.
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