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Post by Zero 009 on Mar 27, 2004 8:01:22 GMT -5
((Assuming introductions have been made... where are you guys?))
"First, there a couple styles for a melee weapon, speed, strength, normal, offensive, and defensive. As the topic of speed is on the board, we will start with that.
"This utilizes speed as its main aspect, in which you will be inflicting perhaps close to minimal damage, but be inflicting it a ridiculous amount of times.
"This type of usage ensures that you will have close to an infinite amount of combos that can be chained together easily.
"To achieve this type, you must hold the weapon close to the body, and make short, sweeps as a first attack, to finally grab the other weapon, in which you can continue with your chain, since you have made contact. However, when someone may attack from above, where your little sweeps wont work, you may have to switch stances. Switching stances is vital. Once stance is not enough, otherwise, the world wouldn't have invented the four types."
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Post by Timithy of the Green Winds on Mar 27, 2004 12:23:40 GMT -5
Timithy sidesteps the attack, moving in a blur of motion.
"Your starting to piss me off."
His hand reach out and grabs Sin's wrist, a shadowy image of speed. At the same time, the same arm reachs back and catches hold his his spear and strikes the dark angel in the stomach, the blurred images of the same arm acting differently but all maintaining solid function.
Timithy releases Sin and hops back, his arm returning to it's normal state, his spear gripped tightly in his hand.
"This has nothing to do with the rebels. You just want to kill things."
Timithy's lip curl back, his fanged teeth appearing as they do. His eyes blaze brighter, the grene fire burning out of them growing longer.
"This is not to be tolerated."
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Post by Sinipunainen on Mar 27, 2004 13:00:50 GMT -5
As Sin's muscle begin to pulse and the steam rises ever more, his voice, growing deep and Devilish, as if he were Kuro himself in disguise. His hair grew longer and ragged, flying upward, his wings, growing ever more.
"Gale Crane Timithy, do not insult me! I too have a purpose here, as do all the organisms of this world. Yours is to protect this world and the rebels, mine is to secure dominion of Red Infinity by my masters will, Lord Ukko."
In the background, it is like there in the Cracks of Doom(TM) at this very moment, with lava spewing in all directions, a blur where ever you looked, orange and red fuming in all directions. Soon, there would be no more rock left to stand on, all would perish in the fire that was Hell.
As the two demons approached each other, no longer did the possess their human forms. They became beasts, terrible nightmarish creatures that would've only erupted had they come here earlier. Clearly, they were not themselves.
"Gale Crane, shall we throw away our weapons? If this is too be a fight to the finish, lets settle it like immortals!"
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Post by Patrick on Mar 27, 2004 13:02:04 GMT -5
Patrick was still shaking, but it was no longer because of what he thought his mother was going to do, but because that start had caused a sudden surge of unreasonable fear. Everything that had ever happened since he was turned into an infant flooded his mind. He laid down and tried to drive his head into the floor to escape his problems.
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Post by Timithy of the Green Winds on Mar 27, 2004 13:07:12 GMT -5
Timithy lowers his hand and the spear vanishes. "As you wish."
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Post by St Celeste on Mar 27, 2004 13:35:11 GMT -5
She picked Leo up and held his struggling form close. She sang softly to him rubbing his back trying to calm him. Why did he try to hurt himself.
"Leo no....you will hurt yourself if you do that."
She continued singing with concern on her face.
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Post by Patrick on Mar 27, 2004 13:39:51 GMT -5
Patrick began to try to burry himself into his mother desperatley trying to rid his mind of the frightening images in his head.
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Post by Chaos on Mar 27, 2004 14:14:14 GMT -5
He looked down at her and swallowed hard. He saw another android in her mind and he didn't want to take advantage of her but she was so inviting.
"Its not that. I am all for free love sweetheart. Its just...you...i don't want...i haven't...ah forget it."
He picks her up and puts her in his lap, so she is straddling him. He pulls her down for a kiss and puts his hands to the front of the halter dress. He kisses down her neck and lets his tongue trail down her neck and he gently bites it. His arms go out to hold her and play with the delicate skin of her back. Why had he been so causious?
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Post by Hope98 on Mar 27, 2004 15:00:23 GMT -5
We sit down at long tables and I grab the news paper. I read the articles out loud to the elderly people seated beside me. I explain the articles and open the table to discussion.
I look at Cal and Mac.
"Much of the battle against Red Infinity is a battle to win the hearts and minds of the people. This looks very insignificant, but trust me, this work is important."
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Post by Aristarchus on Mar 27, 2004 15:04:20 GMT -5
I fly for hours then arrive in Paris.
-I return to my human form.
-Time to pay Chastity a visit.
-I travel through the streets of Paris, searching for her and her soup kitchen.
-I go to nearly every one of them, most are run by nuns. I do not see her.
-I enter the last, and smallest of the kitchens. This must be her's.
-"Is anyone here?" I shout into the vacant dinner hall.
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Post by Misery on Mar 27, 2004 15:08:36 GMT -5
"I never had you pegged as the uptight type..."
I think for a moment of Fate, who I betrayed and deactivated. I am haunted by guilt. I pull back.
"We should get a move on, we will be late for the party."
I move away and adopt my usual apathetic persona.
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Post by Genovia on Mar 27, 2004 15:11:42 GMT -5
Images flood my mind until it is loose and warped, devoid of logic, filled with hate. I detach myself from the machine. I finally have completed my training. Phyisical..mental..emotional..I am a perfect killer now.
I walk up to Kith's office.
"Kith, I am ready for a mission..."
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Post by Chastity on Mar 27, 2004 15:37:31 GMT -5
The rain still beats upon the walls of the kitchen as I sit at the bare, wooden table. The door opens, and with a bright flash of lightening illuminating him from behind, causing his form to be highlighted as he stands there, a lone figure walks though the door. I stand up, thinking at first at the sound of the door that it is one of the homeless of Paris. When I look, however, I am greeted by a familiar face. It is Aries. I run to him and throw my arms around him. Tears stream in little rivulettes down my face. I have felt so alone.
"Aries, it is so good to see you. Come in out of the rain, you must be soaked clean through."
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Post by Janele on Mar 27, 2004 16:01:33 GMT -5
Okay. ::nodd:: So.................Let's start. I put my hands on my knees.
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Mel
New Member
Rebel
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Post by Mel on Mar 27, 2004 16:17:12 GMT -5
"*sweatdrop*..."It seemed no one even noticed me."I guess I'll just go back to work..."
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