09-15-2008
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YOU CAN('T) TOUCH THIS!
(OOC: To join, just start posting in this thread. There is no OOC.
Note: Try to be as creative and etc. as possible, weapon/attack-wise.) - Meme is a normal human adult. He was inside a giant dome made of reinforced concrete and black diamonds, that glittered slightly. Inside the dome, the marble floor was littered with random weapons, some of which were impossible to describe. He himself was wearing a power suit, that increased his physical capabilities in just about every aspect. It was big, and a little bulky, but it didn't really hamper Meme. Meme is actually a space marine, and as such, has a chainsaw sword and machine gun. He wants to kill sh*t and stuff with his weapons. First, he needed stuff to kill though. "Damn, where are my opponents?" -A new challenger awaits.-
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09-15-2008
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Darsis was a younger male just over 18. He popped his neck as he walked into the area, signature Silver Longswords at his belt. They moved back and forth with his strides. The younger combatant walked with one hand in his side coat pocket while his other hand hung freely at his side. Looking around, he studied the area for when the duel commenced, making a mental note of were every weapon was and what weapons he shouldn't let his opponent get to.
Stopping and looking at his foe he grinned, "So your my opponent? Pathetic." He pulled a lighter out of his coat pocket and flipped open a pack of cigarettes. He took one in his teeth and pulled it from the pack and put the smokes away. Darsis lit the tip of the cigarette and inhaled deeply. He put the lighter back in his pocket and exhaled a stream of smoke, "I don't even think this is worth my time. But...then again, It's a quiet place to smoke a cigarette." Darsis was the prodigal son of a master warrior. He had quickly surpassed his father in his sword style. Though, he didn't get much attention apart from that because his family looked down on him for his power. He looked at his hand as electricity arced across his fingers, "Some damned soul I turned out to be." He exhaled another breath of smoke and popped his neck as he rolled his stiff shoulders.
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09-16-2008
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Katsuo kept a straight face as he walked into the dome. Something that as far as anyone knew, he was unable to change. His facial expression never strayed from one that was completely blank and void of any emotion whatsoever, for all fourteen years of his life. His half-opened eyes looked to his left and right, where two other men stood. The men he was supposed to defeat, no doubt. The floor was the next object of Katsuo's attention as he scoffed at the weapons that cluttered it. He wouldn't need them. He never did need weapons. That is, unless he made them.
Katsuo stood completely unarmed, with exception to his control over water. Not only that, but his clothes were not suited for battle either. He was dressed in a Kamishimo, which was a light blue color underneath, while black near the shoulders, as well as waist down. He was more suited for something formal, than a fight. Katsuo, however, thought it comfortable, and very mobile. He didn't say a word to the men that he had stepped in between. Rather, he focused on the water vapor in the air around him, creating a small sword of water in his hand which quickly formed into ice. And with his new weapon in hand, he stared forward, waiting for one of the others to make their first move.
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09-16-2008
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Darsis watched the little trick and smiled, "You're not the only one that can do that little trick." He inhaled another breath from his smoke as he drew electrons from the molecules in the air. The electrons condensed until electricity crackled within Darsis's hand. Clenching his fist around the energy, the molecules disappeared with a loud pop.
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09-16-2008
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The wepons began to bend and contort as Rook entered the arena, is right hand, palm up and the fingers slightly clenched. All the matal in the wepons was just another type of earth, manipulating it was easy. Rook wore brown leather pants and a brown padded shirt. Around his waist was his Black diamond long sword.
"Outside weapons make things so random." He said as he looked to each indivigual combatant. "This will make things a bit more intresting I think." Wasting no time at all Rook unclenched his fingers with a jerk sending all the now useless weapons flying in the directions of his competitiors.
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Though he was the youngest of the three in the dome, Katsuo now felt that he was also the most collected. At the very least, much more than the completely over-confident teen that had called Katsuo's power a "trick."
His face unchanged by the other's attempt to show off, Katsuo replied,"You know nothing of my 'trick.' " It was right after he uttered this, that a fourth man walked into the sort of arena they stood in. As soon as he did, the weapons on the ground around him were picked up and sent flying through the air. A few of which were headed in Katsuo's direction. Katsuo, though a little disappointed that he already had to reveal the three blades of ice he had secretly made behind his back, was happy that something finally happened. Katsuo flicked his wrist forward, causing the three ice weapons to move out in front of him and morph together into a sort of wall. Katsuo quickly built upon this wall with the vapor in the air around it and pushed it forward. Counting the sounds of all the weapons sent in his direction as they hit against the wall. "One, two, three.." As the fourth, and final one hit, Katsuo leapt to the side, letting the ice shatter, and the weapon, an axe, fly past him. He then turned his attention on the shards of ice flying through the air that were created by the impact. Katsuo made a pushing motion with both hands, and all of the shards were sent flying directly back at the man who had sent the weapons through the air toward Katsuo.
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09-16-2008
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" Is that it!" Rook called mockingly as he lowered and thrusted his right arm toward the ice shards. From his arm came a blast of fire exactly six feet in diameter. The blast continued to melt the shards with the surrounding heat made and it then surged forward toward the man who had manipulated water. Rook didnt forgat about the other two though. Sweeping the ground infront of him with his right foot , shards of rock slanted upward, trapping the man in the center of the arena. Rook then raised his left arm above his head and clenched his fist, making a fire ball about the size of a wreaking ball shoot towars the ceiling and follow the arch he made with his arm as he lowered it. The ball skimmed along the ceiling at high speed and came down from above the man who seemed so positive of himself.
Last edited by Rook : 09-16-2008 at 04:31 PM.
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Though Katsuo hadn't changed his facial expression throughout his whole life, he was almost tempted to laugh. How.. stupid of him... Seeing as how the man's attention was turned off of Katsuo after the jet of fire was sent in his direction, it was easily avoidable despite how big it was. As such, Katsuo was able to jump to his left, and the stream of fire connected with the wall behind him. Quickly making some distance between himself and the flame that the man would no doubt chase him with, Katsuo looked down at the puddles created by his wall of ice. The man had melted the ice shards that Katsuo had sent toward him. Did he not understand that Katsuo had control over water? That the puddles that had splashed just a few feet away from him were weapons for Katsuo to use?
Katsuo shot his arm out, hand palm up, he pushed his arm upward. The water near the man turned into a sort of stalacmite of ice, which was slanted towards the man, moving to impale him. Taking the jet of fire into consideration, Katsuo changed the freezing point of the water as high as he could, before turning his attention back on the flames that were bound to come toward him. This fight was going to be all too easy. Last edited by Destinizish : 09-16-2008 at 05:29 PM.
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In response to the metal originating from the weapons on the ground flying towards himself, Meme, being a space marine, had an assortment of grenades readily available within an internal belt. A single thought ran threw his mind, and the neural receptors in his helmet picked up the electronic waves and snapped open the belt compartments, where his grenades were (there were 10 grenades; 3 fragmentation grenades, 2 napalm-based fire grenades, 3 flashbangs, 1 shield generation psuedo-grenade, and 1 grenade packed with enough explosive force to leave a 1 metre deep crater with a diameter of 3 metres; there were also a plier, electrical tape, several metres worth of dispensable wiring, and a first-aid kit). He quickly picked out the shield generator, and activated as he bent down and set it into the ground, almost like a firework. Half a second later, a golden-yellow transparent dome-like energy shield expanded outwards, which would hold out all forms of energy and anything with mass less than the average 16-year old.
All of the flying bits of metal struck the shield and evaporated nearly instantly, a few bits making through the shield and bouncing harmlessly off of Meme's hardened Adamantium armour. The shield would only last about 30 seconds though. During that time, Meme loaded his machine gun with a clip of armour-piercing high-caliber rounds (it had 50 rounds in it). He set it to semi-automatic mode and kneeled down in preparation to shoot the other three people. Obviously hostile. Before the "bubble shield" went out though, the large man, Rock (though Meme didn't know that), caused the marble around Meme to rise up into a sort of cage. Meme quickly solved the problem by using his only hyper-explosive grenade to explode the marble outwards. He simply walked out of the shield into the cage, pulled the pin on the grenade, walked back inside, and then waited with his eyes closed and with "mute" mode activated in his helmet. Five seconds later, the grenade exploded violently, causing fragments of marble to fly all over the arena at lethal speeds, and ricocheting several times. Not only that, but the grenade itself was deafening, and would almost certainly cause a huge amount of ringing in everybody else's unprotected ears, since the vibrations, or sound waves, would also bounce around the highly non-acoustic marble dome, adding to the loud banging sound. At this point, two seconds after a bright flash slightly passed his eyelids, Meme opened his eyes and waited another two seconds before unmuting his helmet so as to allow the echoes of the grenade to subside. The sound and echoes themselves would've stopped after the first two seconds of waiting though. Meme took a second to double-check his gear, and then brought his gun to his shoulder, allowing the heads-up display in his full-head helmet to aim for him (not that he couldn't if he had to manually, it's just that Meme wasn't afraid to pass up on an advantage). He aimed down the sights to where he last saw Rock, regarding him as the most dangerous enemy at this point in time. The dust from the explosion of the grenade had nearly subsided by now, and the bubble shield would dissipate in about five more seconds. He also made a mental note about the scrap metal that now littered the floor. Because of his extensive post-graduate studying and training, Meme could also be considered an engineer. As such, out of the metal around him, Meme could use his chainsword to shape the metal around him and the spare wiring he had to wire it up to create all sorts of extra weapons in times of need; such as now. With the help of the embedded computers within his helmet, he could also finish complicated engineering tasks in a few seconds or minutes (depending on the difficulty, resources, and complexity of what he was trying to build). The chainsword's exhaust vent (which was placed on the side of the box containing the machinery of the chainsword) could be set for a weak-flamethrower mode, or better yet, a powerful welding torch that only required a few seconds a heat up. Meme would set his aim on Rock again if he had moved once the dust had subsided, and he would also begin firing 3-burst shots at Rock once the shield itself dissipated.
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Should you die, before you wake... - Nothing itself is perfect, and I challenge everyone to try to disprove me. - - Journey into the Multiverse. : The Darkness Before Dawn.
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Rook spied the stalimite's surging forward. Very little he could doa t this point. To bring up a wall of stone would be to cut off the jet of flame. He could always transform but he really didnt want to test his scales under such circumstances for should they fail it would be a very bad ending. He raised a wall of stone in front of him and at the same time was forced to cut off the jet of flame. The wall curved to shiel him from view as he quickly changed. He grew ten times his size and before long became a ten foot tall bipedial dragon. ((sorry I gotta go now, i might be on later but not likly. we can continue tomarrow, ok?))
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