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Awesome, I might not be able to post till the day after tomorrow depending on how the day goes. But I'm def gonna read it in bed tonight. My mind is groggy from work lol
I’m still interested. Let get it rolling again is my vote.
Thanks for letting us know. I understand man.
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O'Menus
O'Menus stood, arms crossed over his chest. For a second he had forgotten how grieving mortals behaved: logic did not work on them, nor did gentle prodding. It would take a roar or near definite execution to get them to behave properly and sometimes... even under the threat of death they tended to protest. A frustrated breath left him as he conceded to silence. Anything he had to say would only upset her more, especially considering the deep and tired unease coursing through him. Also, their was a prominent nagging around the name 'Klois' sitting in his mind. There were the others, all tending to what they fancied. The God of Water to drying Flower's face, which irked him slightly. The God should've let her wipe her own tears.
He frown with mental effort till Ashte stepped forth with questions and honoring rites for the dead knight. That, for reasons he find hard to vocalize, eased his muscles and mind.
His deep voice resonated with all the heat and authority of the Sun. "Look around you, Flower... this battlefield is corpse-ridden yet you stand safe and surrounded by the Gods. Your knight did his duty, died for it. Now you must tell us what comes next. The horned-goddess speaks soundly, perhaps this Klois is our next point of interest." He unfurled his arms and looked off in the distance, through the glittered sky and pass the bloodied field.
He frown with mental effort till Ashte stepped forth with questions and honoring rites for the dead knight. That, for reasons he find hard to vocalize, eased his muscles and mind.
His deep voice resonated with all the heat and authority of the Sun. "Look around you, Flower... this battlefield is corpse-ridden yet you stand safe and surrounded by the Gods. Your knight did his duty, died for it. Now you must tell us what comes next. The horned-goddess speaks soundly, perhaps this Klois is our next point of interest." He unfurled his arms and looked off in the distance, through the glittered sky and pass the bloodied field.
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Also gonna get a post out tonight. Sorry about the wait guys.
Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.
@Crimson Lion @Dezuel - Devils Cry
@Crimson Lion @Dezuel - Devils Cry
His defeat was on repeat in his head, flickering vividly and insufferably slow.
Baelstrom was dying on him, flashing screens burned orange. He didn't have time to read them, not that he needed too. In a nut shell the Baelstrom was maimed; it was missing a foot, an eye, a shield, and a horn. Its paint was all but gone, all that remained was the beaten black frame of the demonic Gundam; its grappling claw open with dark intentions. Though that wasn't the worst of it. The WARS he had experienced had left the gunpla battered inside and out. Its limbs were becoming stiff and unwieldly with the resistance of his controls. Ryoichi poured strength into his arms and hands. The exertion he was throwing into the battle paid the price for his still fluid movements.
It was in their last skirmish that he understood just how outnumbered he was. In a flash that golden gunpla had defeated the others while simultaneously, somehow, managing to operated the flagship. Stuck between surviving the onslaught of the white Wing Gundam or destroying the flagship; Ryoichi decided to disengage the white Wing Gundam. From there everything went from confidence, to fear, to acceptance, to anger, and then to joy...
Sweat fell from Ryoichi's face and arms. And for a long moment he refused to raise his head. He had seen the dark frame falling apart as the stadium shut down. Seen the right side of the Baelstrom pluck away at the joints. That was rough and yet exhilarating too. Before, he had wanted nothing more than a strong Gunpla Fighter to stand against him. Now, after experiencing all that WARS had to offer, a flame had reawakened inside him. And if nothing else, he was grateful to his opponents for that.
The roar of the crowd was a muffled sound compared to the voices of Team Imagine Victory. He felt exhaustion lay over his eyelids as he stood up straight and gathered the Baelstrom's parts. With a gentle hand he placed the pieces in his plastic bag and carried it close to his chest. He plucked his glasses from his pockets to hide the true toll the match had on him. It was annoying and maddening but he had always been good about playing the buffoon.
"Char-chan!" he called aloud once he reached Charmaine. "I lost my match. Can you tell I'm heartbroken right now?"
He choked off his next words seeing one of the guys of Team Imagine Victory walking over. He straightened himself and placed his hands on Charmaine's wheelchair. Through closed lips he quickly whispered, "Stay cool, I could probably take him in a fight."
Throughout Naoki's card peddling, Ryoichi held back laughter until the "Old Man" comment reached his ears. Fortunately he was okay with Naoki's vibe, so he simply smiled. He took the card with two fingers and looked back at the boy. "Sure thing, Kid. Though my fee might've just rocketed up a bit."
Baelstrom was dying on him, flashing screens burned orange. He didn't have time to read them, not that he needed too. In a nut shell the Baelstrom was maimed; it was missing a foot, an eye, a shield, and a horn. Its paint was all but gone, all that remained was the beaten black frame of the demonic Gundam; its grappling claw open with dark intentions. Though that wasn't the worst of it. The WARS he had experienced had left the gunpla battered inside and out. Its limbs were becoming stiff and unwieldly with the resistance of his controls. Ryoichi poured strength into his arms and hands. The exertion he was throwing into the battle paid the price for his still fluid movements.
It was in their last skirmish that he understood just how outnumbered he was. In a flash that golden gunpla had defeated the others while simultaneously, somehow, managing to operated the flagship. Stuck between surviving the onslaught of the white Wing Gundam or destroying the flagship; Ryoichi decided to disengage the white Wing Gundam. From there everything went from confidence, to fear, to acceptance, to anger, and then to joy...
Sweat fell from Ryoichi's face and arms. And for a long moment he refused to raise his head. He had seen the dark frame falling apart as the stadium shut down. Seen the right side of the Baelstrom pluck away at the joints. That was rough and yet exhilarating too. Before, he had wanted nothing more than a strong Gunpla Fighter to stand against him. Now, after experiencing all that WARS had to offer, a flame had reawakened inside him. And if nothing else, he was grateful to his opponents for that.
The roar of the crowd was a muffled sound compared to the voices of Team Imagine Victory. He felt exhaustion lay over his eyelids as he stood up straight and gathered the Baelstrom's parts. With a gentle hand he placed the pieces in his plastic bag and carried it close to his chest. He plucked his glasses from his pockets to hide the true toll the match had on him. It was annoying and maddening but he had always been good about playing the buffoon.
"Char-chan!" he called aloud once he reached Charmaine. "I lost my match. Can you tell I'm heartbroken right now?"
He choked off his next words seeing one of the guys of Team Imagine Victory walking over. He straightened himself and placed his hands on Charmaine's wheelchair. Through closed lips he quickly whispered, "Stay cool, I could probably take him in a fight."
Throughout Naoki's card peddling, Ryoichi held back laughter until the "Old Man" comment reached his ears. Fortunately he was okay with Naoki's vibe, so he simply smiled. He took the card with two fingers and looked back at the boy. "Sure thing, Kid. Though my fee might've just rocketed up a bit."
@Blade17 yeah man can’t wait to see Snow White at its prime
@Crimson Lion I was prepared to take a humiliating L so thanks for the outcome lol. It was a sudden end but a dope battle. I'll try and get a post out today after work or tomorrow.
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O'Menus
O'Menus was unaccustomed with company, be it divine or mortal, and even worse it appeared that battle had rattled something in him. The roar of far away fires seemed to sing in deep tones somewhere. He tightened his hand around the handle of the white blade, thinking for a long moment on what to say and what bothered him. He sensed, heard, and felt his surroundings in a way that fed his understanding preternaturally. From the axe-swing onto the fanatic soldier to the mute grieving of the mortal-priestess. Flower was her name... right?
A light exhale left him, "This era's mortals have become more dangerous than any I've seen..."
And that phrase drew a unexpected chuckle from him, one that became a hearty laughter. Never ever in his existence had he believed he would consider mortals of all things dangerous. As his rich crowing rolled through the sky and died out in the aether, the shape of his eyes were wet with humor, he turned to the priestess and finally addressed her. His tone was as kind as it has ever been, soft yet demanding in fact. "Dry your tears, Flower. For the sake of us Divines, explain the situation clearly... grieve as we move forward."
A light exhale left him, "This era's mortals have become more dangerous than any I've seen..."
And that phrase drew a unexpected chuckle from him, one that became a hearty laughter. Never ever in his existence had he believed he would consider mortals of all things dangerous. As his rich crowing rolled through the sky and died out in the aether, the shape of his eyes were wet with humor, he turned to the priestess and finally addressed her. His tone was as kind as it has ever been, soft yet demanding in fact. "Dry your tears, Flower. For the sake of us Divines, explain the situation clearly... grieve as we move forward."
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