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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 1, 2004 9:21:44 GMT -5
some of you should be able to guess where i am getting these thread names from
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 3, 2004 21:56:19 GMT -5
Peter's eyes widen slightly and a wave of blue power rolls off him, a dome of compression force exploding outwards a good ten meters.
The tiles of the roof crack as the wave hits them and the roof groans under the attack's pressure.
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Post by Cephrien on Sept 3, 2004 22:02:00 GMT -5
The dome, crashed into Ceph, but he was somehow able to hold his ground.
The blast ripped him apart, but he was still able to keep his demonic grin.
"Try..this..." He muttered as the orb was suddenly blasted as a huge dark laser, peircing the dome and crashing to the man, full force.
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Post by David Lee on Sept 3, 2004 22:03:49 GMT -5
i glance at her again."a hit woman?..., what do you count as a target?". i get off of the bench and turn around to face her, a lightpole casting its shadow over my back, i transform, my image seems to fade and be made completely of shadow, my eyes turn red, i blink at her, my back seems to disappear into the shadow of the pole. "... this is a form of a direwolf...., other thne that... its about the same as a real wolf...., except we are larger, faster, stronger...., and just plain old better....". i grin and shift back to my normal form, i walk back over and sit down infront of the bench
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 3, 2004 22:05:59 GMT -5
Peter remains still as the blast pieces the force wave and strikes his Exosheild. The sphere ripples and shatters, the wave in the air disolving away.
The beam splashes over Peter but when the darkness clears he is unharmed. Dark energy swirls along the surface of his Light Sheild. "My turn."
Peter flickers and vanishes. A white streak lances from the spot where he was and archs upwards, slashing towards Cephrien. Where the arc ends, Peter appears, Numistar, the white fire sword of the Archangel Daniel in his hand.
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Post by Cephrien on Sept 3, 2004 22:09:26 GMT -5
Ceph was slashed in half, only to continue grinning.
He slowly melted into the ground, becoming one with the darkness.
2 portals suddenly opened up and a gigantic version of Ceph's guns appeared, both aiming at the man.
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Ouka
Full Member
Anarchist Assassin
Let the rain fall down, because Im coming clean.
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Post by Ouka on Sept 3, 2004 22:11:13 GMT -5
"I'll kill any one some one wantds dead for a price, except for other anarchists of course." Ouka says looking around. "Where do you live? I live on the streets for the most part."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 3, 2004 22:21:54 GMT -5
Peter bursts into motion, racing along the roof edge, his sword of fire still in hand. "Target possess reconstutional abilities. Taking counter actions."
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Post by David Lee on Sept 3, 2004 22:27:49 GMT -5
i glance back at her. "i have a house..., but i rarly use it. i prefere to live on the streets...., its not like i need a roof over my head". i look around again. "...., why do you ask?"
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Post by Cephrien on Sept 3, 2004 22:27:49 GMT -5
The guns started fireing at the man, the bullets are like cannon balls from a cannon.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!!
The guns fire at him, repeatedly.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 3, 2004 22:41:10 GMT -5
The bullets close on Peter when he suddenly isn't there anymore. For a moment there is nothing, then he appears for a moment crouched at the corner of the roof, tilts cracking, shards of tile fliying into the air, and then he's gone again, only slowly to change direction.
And that direction is straight for Cephrien. Numistar flashes and Peter dashes, a trio of arcs of fire lancing around the demon before Peter hits the roof again, on the opposite side, sword burning in hand. And then he is gone again, moving too fast to see.
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Post by Omadon on Sept 3, 2004 22:47:15 GMT -5
"Up and around is he? Well, that changes things. I can't thank you enough Nigel, now I won't have to get my hopes up."
Omadon waves his hand and the map changes to a globe. "None the less, I need to explore that cage that he once filled. These," Omadon snaps his fingers and a dozen pin points appear on the globe, "Are the locations of ancient ruins I have charted and explored. Each one unlocked new ideas for me to explore. Well, old ideas given that their ruins but they were new to me. And I have found that each of the places, at tone time or another, was a home to the Alchemist we seek.
I think he left a little of his work behind him everywhere he went. And I, intend to compile it."
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Post by Satsujin on Sept 3, 2004 22:56:27 GMT -5
Satsujin floated over a city, the name of which he did not know nor care to know. He had his arms crossed, and was spinning very slowly in seemingly random rotational patterns. He was bored. Power building is a long and uneventful process. One which, even though he had regained his cold composure, he still disliked...
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Post by Cephrien on Sept 3, 2004 23:00:40 GMT -5
Another portal appeared from the darkness, large guns also come out like the other ones.
They all start fireing repeatedly, in attempt to shoot the man.
Since the man was going fast, they all started to fire in all directions.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 3, 2004 23:07:20 GMT -5
Flashes of Peter appear all over the roof top as he moves, always circling Cephrein, moving closer. Bullets fly and bangs echo across the roof top.
Suddenly a white slash arcs through one of the great guns, cleaving the weapon in two. A word of power echos under the bangs and the portal of the broken weapon closes itself. As if a sigh for an attack to begin white slashes begin to disable the weapons, one at a time.
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