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Dec 14, 2008 20:12:19 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Dec 14, 2008 20:12:19 GMT -6
The arena is empty and quiet, the walls starting to crumble slightly with age A few discarded weapons and shields lie scattered on the hard sandy ground that was once the battleground for both great warriors to prove their strength and for slaves and prisoners to fight for their freedom. the sky is filled with dark clouds, but the air is silent.
*A wild bolt of lightning strikes the ground directly in the center of the arena and the thunder from it is accompanied by a shockwave that smashes into the arena walls, amplifying the sound. Damian stands with his fists clenched and eyes narrow. One hand wears the gauntlet given to him by Pyrodeus, the other wears the gauntlet used by Messanger to strike down Baalaose. Wing shaped scars mark the spot where his amulet once rested. The air around Damian sparks and crackles. His eyes change from a vibrant blue to a deep crimson. The dry ground rumbles and begins to crack. The cracks form three clusters about three feet in diameter and seven feet apart. The crust is broken by boney fingers and half crushed skulls. Three nearly full skeletons stand across the arena from Damian. All three charge and Damian stomps his left foot into the ground causing a large tooth like bone spike to shoot out of the ground in front of the middle skeleton. It slams into it and shatters. Damian falls to one knee with two skeletons still running at him full bore. He had forgotten how much energy necromancy took without the help from his amulet. Damian stands and uppercuts the skeleton on the left with the holy gauntlet. As the gauntlet gets within an inch of the unholy creation it begins to send out small shockwaves in quick succession, creating hundreds of tiny micro fractures in the bones. When the hand makes contact there is virtually no resistance from the bones which are reduced to dust. Damian effectively cuts the skeleton in half and removes its head in the process. The remaining bones fall to a heap on the ground. Damian should have been wincing from a blow from the remaining skeleton by now, but he wasn’t. Something was wrong. It had made a pit stop. The dull edge of an old rusty blade made its way a few inches into Damian’s back, going as deep as his shoulder blade. He turned and fired a concentrated blast of electricity while simultaneously teleporting backwards about twenty feet. The skeleton was stunned but most of the electricity was bent around the breast plate he had somehow managed to find and put on. They defiantly have a fast learning curve. Damian pulls out one of his guns fires three shots which embed themselves into the armor. The skeleton makes another charge at Damian, raising the sword up high, and proceeds to explode. The bullets fired from his gun contain a two stage chemical reaction that results in a large explosion shortly after frontal impact. Damian breaths heavy, not from fatigue, but anger. The amulet that once hung from damians neck, was taken from him by Baalaose and destroyed along with him. Its removal from Damian seems to have unleashed a primal rage, and it seems that nothing that Damian can create will provide enough distraction to pull Damian’s focus from it.*
The air hums with a constant low thunder and if you focused your eyes on the ground, it seems to pulse slowly. The sky above the arena is now black with clouds.
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Gyro (NPC)
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Dec 14, 2008 22:40:09 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Dec 14, 2008 22:40:09 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]A rip formed in the air, just above the seats where a crowd would have sat, decades ago. A mechanized beast stepped through, falling when his first foot fell on nothing. As the machine stood, the rip repaired itself, seeming as though the air was never damaged in the first place.
At first, the mechanical beast simply looked about, seeming disoriented by his surroundings. It didn't seem to take any interest in the man fighting with a couple of bones. That was, until the flash of lightning. Bright, flashy things had a knack for catching one's eye. The mechanized lizard didn't really care for the fight. It seemed rather one sided. But the lightning, it had to know where it came from.
The robot crawled from the stands, jumping into the pit. It approached the man very casually, it's bright, optical lights cutting through the darkness that was cast by the clouds. "Never did like skeletons much," the audiovocal processor emitted, "Too fragile for my taste." The optical lights quickly surveyed the man, taking specific note of the devices on his hands. "Say, the weather looks pretty bad in this area. You probably shouldn't be standing the middle of a low area like this. You might get hit by..." The processor lowered the vocal tone slightly. "...Lightning."[/glow]
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Dec 17, 2008 20:05:05 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Dec 17, 2008 20:05:05 GMT -6
Damian Chuckles and three bolts of lightning strike him. He leans a a bit towards Gyro. He mimics the robots drop in tone.
"I'm not particularly afraid of lightning. Are you?"
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Dec 21, 2008 22:51:26 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Dec 21, 2008 22:51:26 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]He watched the lightning strike the character in front of him. One of the opticals widened slightly, as one would raise an eyebrow. "Not in the least bit," the machine responded, "I'm merely worried about your safety, boy. It's really quite dangerous for you to be wearing metal in such a storm." Holding out a hand, Gyro motioned to the gauntlets. "You should let me hold on to those, if you intent on playing outside."[/glow]
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Dec 21, 2008 23:52:56 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Dec 21, 2008 23:52:56 GMT -6
"Well, good sir, I happen to be perfectly safe in this particular storm, and in fact I think it might be passing."
*The storm clouds loose their ferocity and disperse rather quickly. Damian’s mood has improved at least temporarily with his new visitor. Damian decided he'd play along with its game.*
"There that’s better, but its still a bit chilly, I should keep the gloves on."
*Damian’s left hand still holds onto one of his guns. his trigger finger taps the trigger, a symptom of the fact it had been unholstered so long without shooting.*
"I’m not sure you should be talkin bout metal in a thunderstorm."
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Dec 22, 2008 0:22:15 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Dec 22, 2008 0:22:15 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]A mechanical scoff cave from the vocal modulators. "Shows how much you know." Gyro started moving closer to the armed man. "Maybe you didn't hear me. I think you should let me hold those, before you get hurt."[/glow]
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Jan 7, 2009 14:48:31 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Jan 7, 2009 14:48:31 GMT -6
*The comnversation has shifted to a place that didn't much amuse Damian any more. something new had stepped out from nowhere and wanted to take what was ritefully his. the gun spins twice around damians finger as he raises his hand and points the gun at the mechanical beasts face.*
"Sorry, there mine, and im just fine taking care of them."
*The arm that holds the gun is also wrapped in Damians gift from pyrodeus. Lightning jumps and flows around the arm and the gun. A static charge can be felt in the air.*
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Jan 17, 2009 0:23:36 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Jan 17, 2009 0:23:36 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]"Now, now, boy," he stated, "Don't be foolish. You're much too young to be holding such dangerous toys." The robot felt the static charge building. There was more electricity afoot. Finally noticing the gun at his face, his metal joints curved into what could be considered a smile. "Oh? You want to shoot me? Are you certain?" He moved his face closer, placing his 'nose' against the barrel. "Alright then. Go ahead."[/glow]
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Jan 18, 2009 22:30:41 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Jan 18, 2009 22:30:41 GMT -6
*Damian teleports backwards one inch and fires. He does this again at 5 feet and 10 meters, each bullet wraped in lightning to increase speed and add an electrical charge to each shot as well. He stands still with the gun still pointed at Gyro's head.*
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Jan 19, 2009 2:34:45 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Jan 19, 2009 2:34:45 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]Now, this had gotten rather fun. Three bullets were en route for his face now. The robot simply stood, letting them collide with his metal skin. The electricity was conducted through that metal, though, surging through his circuits. Still, that did nothing but charge into his internal capacitors. The grim maw opened, letting a ventriloquist-esque laugh pass through.
"Not bad. Not bad." He began walking toward the boy. "Now listen here, Tommy. I don't think you should be playing with guns, either. I mean, you could have hurt me just then." The sound of servos and hinges resonated from his right hand as a small barrel protruded from his palm. "I won't ask again, kid. Give me your shit." The barrel let loose a barrage of ten bullets, no larger than your average coat hanger wire, in less than a second.[/glow]
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Jan 24, 2009 21:53:45 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Jan 24, 2009 21:53:45 GMT -6
*Damian disappears, leaving behind a small spray of blood he re appears high above the arena with his left arm held tightlt to his body. the bullets had passed cleanly through his left bicep, humerus, and triceps.*
"Shit. Shit, shit." *As he begins to free fall, Damian looks at the seal in his bracer* "I've got one more trick for you then your going on the bench."
*Damian raises his right arm and lets his speed grow for another second. He then teleports just above gyro and punches down on top of his head.*
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Jan 28, 2009 0:59:24 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Jan 28, 2009 0:59:24 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]If he could have smirked, he would have. The kid vanished, reappearing above him with a charged fist. The robot simply put up a clawed, mechanical hand, catching the fist. The servos screamed madly, trying to put more counter force against the incoming fist. They wouldn't give way, though. Only grind harder. It would mean more intensive repairs due to the stress, but it was better to repair an arm, than a system mainframe.
"You've got balls, kid," he growled, "But I think it's time we castrated you."
His left hand wrapping the metal fingers around the human's fist, the mechanical beast's right hand began rotating at a violent speed. The fingers all aimed straight forward, creating a sort of drill bit as the wrist spun them. "If you're hesitant to let it leave your arm, then I guess I'll just take the arm as well." The drill lunged at the boy's bicep, with enough force to sever the limb in one pass.[/glow]
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Feb 1, 2009 20:02:13 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Feb 1, 2009 20:02:13 GMT -6
*Damian disappears in a quick flash. He reappears About 30 feet away. A single drop of blood forms on his bicep. Damian reaches with his left hand into the side pocket of his cargo pants and pulls out a small stone seal. He touches it to the circle on his bracer and the glow brightly. when the glowing subsides the seals had switched places. Damian places the other seal back into his pocket. Within a few seconds his muscle mass nearly triples. Damian's skin takes on a gray hue.*
"Lets rock.... ok I'm sorry i just had to. I haven't tried this out yet, should be fun."
*Damian holds both hands out to his sides. Six stone spheres pull from the ground and line up under each hand. each are about the size of a softball. One at a time, they fly towards Gyro picking up speed as they travel.*
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Feb 7, 2009 1:17:34 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Feb 7, 2009 1:17:34 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]A mechanical, maniacal laugh emitted from the gaping, metal mouth. "That was a fancy trick, indeed," he scoffed, "Just when I was about to give up on your little toys, too." His hands reached to his hips, wrapping around two of what appeared to be round, metal tubes. He pulled them out, a flimsy piece of metal attached to them. The 'blades' of these weapons drooped, as though made of string. All things considered, they weren't that impressive.
The robot began rotating its hands again, the string-like metal whipping in circles. Not too long, though, and the metal whips became solid circles of light, one green, one blue. The colors didn't matter, as it was a mere reflection of this world's light spectrum. On another world, they might be red, or white. "You know what these are, boy?" he asked, then answered his own question, as the kid couldn't possibly guess, "These are optical blades. They work by swinging them around like this, at speeds that near the sound barrier. At such a speed, they refract the light around them, much like a prism. That's what gives them their color, you see." He trailed off, naught but a buzzing from his colorful weapons filling the silence. This kid didn't understand him. He'd have to put it into very simple terms for the boy. "They're shiny, and they hurt a lot if I hit you with them." He smirked. Well, as much as metal and synthetic materials could. "I made them myself," he commented, proudly.
Without another word, the robot launched himself into the air, out of the way of the stone spheres. As he came back down, he swung the optical blades at his opponent, whips of solid color flashing toward the boy's chest before resuming their circular motion.[/glow]
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Feb 8, 2009 20:21:39 GMT -6
Post by Damian on Feb 8, 2009 20:21:39 GMT -6
*Damian Leans backwards but is unable to get completely out of the way. A cut about 4 inches long and an inch deep forms in his chest. It does not bleed and the skin inside is a dry gray. Damian stumbles backwards, bringing his left hand to the wound. He catches himself with his right hand. His hand sinks slightly into the ground and he sits down quickly. A cylinder can be felt under Damian's hand. He instinctively grabs onto it, his clawed fingers sliding through the hard ground, and Feels a connection to it. Damian twists his body and shifts his weight over to his left hand, letting the wound hang open. The ground cracks and a shape pulls from it. It is a huge hammer. Damian swings it sideways from right to left trying to hit the beasts body. A shower of stones follows the Oversized weapon.*
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