Jangel13Just to let everyone know, this game isn't dead, we've just been caught up in life. Give us another day or two and we'll get this thing done, works just been a bit insane as of recent
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Sorry the long wait. We are working on the duel, but it has taken longer than expected. Hopefully we'll get it done in tue next day or 2. We'll be better at being more active with the updates.
"It's called smack talk there Nightwing, it's essential when fighting crime as a vigilante of the night." Red Robin retorted, at this point way more interested in bantering with his fellow crusader than actually fighting said crime, however he did manage to smack a thug in the face with the handle of his collapsed staff without even looking at him. "Besides, gotta make the job fun right?" Just then long vines shot from the shadow, wrapping around the remaining Jokers and suspending them up into the air. One of Tim's eyebrows raised in curiosity and his eyes quickly landed on the source of the planty weirdness. Looking at the red haired stranger, and briefly glancing at the two hyena's accompanying her, he placed his thumb and pointer finger against his chin as a smirk stretch across his face, "You think I'm handsome huh?" Quickly shaking his head, the young vigilante continued, "Well, no amount of flattery is going to get me to hand over my favorite punching bags." He gestured vaguely at the dangling thugs. "Hey, NW, you got my back on this one right?" He glanced over to his partner, a hint of slight worry slipping through his voice.
Dorian Anderws
Dori made his way to a seat, not being particularly picky about where it was, just waiting for all this to be over so he can start dueling some of the other students, get a feel for how they played. He didn't pay the Headmaster much mind as he greeted everyone, however the call for an exhibition match caught him off guard, especially since he and his brother were going to be the talent in the duel. He let out a small chuckle, trying to hold in his excitement, but having a hard time in doing so. Well, this will be interesting. Dori thought to himself as he slowly stood up and made his way to the stage. As he stood across the stage from Jason, he locked eyes with his brother. If there was any contempt between them, Dori's face did not betray it. His eyes however, told a different story. The young duelist stared daggers at his twin so sharp that it seemed like you would get cut if you walked between them.
The excitement for the duel became too much for Dori to hide. A large smile stretched across his face as he pulled his hands from his pockets, his fingers wrapped in athletic tape from tip to base, and retrieved the deck he had stored in a box attached to his belt. Dori quickly inserted the cards into his duel disk, allowing the disk to begin it's start up process. He pointed over to his brother, laughing a bit from his giddiness, and ran his other hand trough his hair calling over to his opponent. It was as if Dori had suddenly turned into a different person, his cold, somber expression and tones slipping away.
"Try to keep up, brother. I'd hate to leave you behind."
Tim crouched, peering over the edge of the roof he was perched on. His eyes scanned the dark, slightly quiet streets of a sleeping Gotham, the red and black of his father's old Red Robin suit being lit by the moon light. He placed two fingers against the hidden transceiver in his ear and spoke in a hushed whisper, careful to not allow his voice to be carried far enough for nearby ears to hear.
"RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report." An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. "Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out."
Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation.
"RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!" With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. "Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage." He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, "Who wants first dibs?" He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.
"RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report." An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. "Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out."
Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation.
"RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!" With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. "Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage." He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, "Who wants first dibs?" He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.
Name: Red Robin
Secret Identity: Timothy Jackson Drake Jr.
Parents: Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown
Age: 18
Personality: Playful and childish, Tim tends to not take too much too seriously. Of course when shit hits the fan, he can be all business, but he always likes to find the silver lining despite the situation and believes there is always a way out, no matter how grim things look. He's also kind of a super nerd, loving to pick apart tech, both figuratively and literally.
Brief History: Tim Jr had quite the interesting childhood, getting taught how to master the bo staff at an early age and being taught how to dismantle and mess with tech of all types. His favorite times growing up, still to this day as well, are the "Family Reunions" he would go to, getting to hang around the Wayne Manor and get up to some dastardly shenanigans with his best friend Connor, which eventually led them to becoming the masked vigilantes.
Skills: acrobatics, forensics, detective work, criminology, master hand-to-hand combatant and expert martial artist, highly skilled with a bo staff, multilingual, genius level intellect, and tech wiz. (Makes and modifies most if not all the gadgets he and Connor use.)
Secret Identity: Timothy Jackson Drake Jr.
Parents: Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown
Age: 18
Personality: Playful and childish, Tim tends to not take too much too seriously. Of course when shit hits the fan, he can be all business, but he always likes to find the silver lining despite the situation and believes there is always a way out, no matter how grim things look. He's also kind of a super nerd, loving to pick apart tech, both figuratively and literally.
Brief History: Tim Jr had quite the interesting childhood, getting taught how to master the bo staff at an early age and being taught how to dismantle and mess with tech of all types. His favorite times growing up, still to this day as well, are the "Family Reunions" he would go to, getting to hang around the Wayne Manor and get up to some dastardly shenanigans with his best friend Connor, which eventually led them to becoming the masked vigilantes.
Skills: acrobatics, forensics, detective work, criminology, master hand-to-hand combatant and expert martial artist, highly skilled with a bo staff, multilingual, genius level intellect, and tech wiz. (Makes and modifies most if not all the gadgets he and Connor use.)
Yeah, I'll talk to him when I get off work so we can get things rolling.
Sorry about the longish wait for the post, ment to put one up yesterday, but ended up getting side tracked.
Dorian Anderws
Dori climbed out of the helicopter, an irritated look covered his face as the spinning blades caused his clothes and hair to whip around in multiple directions rapidly as they slowed to a stop. With hands in pockets, he let out a deep sigh and began walking towards the academy. Dori was actually kind of excited to begin this little adventure, not that he would tell anyone else that. He had proved himself in the realm of amateur dueling and was waiting for the moment to finally take on the challenge of the big league. The PR system sounded calling all the students to the auditorium.
"I guess it's time to get this whole thing going." He speaks silently under his breath, letting out another sigh, but this one was not out of irritation, this was a way for him to center himself, getting mentally prepared for the trials ahead. As he began walking to the announced location, he spotted his brother just moments before Jason looked away. Even now there was a deep tension between the brothers, but neither wanted to confront it. Too many demons to sort through. Although Dori was definitely looking forward to embarrassing his twin on the main stage as some point, he just needed to be patient.
Sorry guys, me and the GM where going to post something, but we forgot, we've been a bit busy. Eclipter will be making the first post here in the next couple days. We feel bad about making you all wait and also want to get this ball rolling. Since Gritty hasn't gotten a CS up, we will start this thing with the current 5 and go from there.
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