Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 29, 2008 16:59:47 GMT -5
Cyndon thought about what she was saying for a moment and blushed openly. She wanted him to tie the obi to the kimono... which meant that it wasn't entirely on... he hoped the underdress was big enough that it wasn't going to be a problem... He opened the door while simultaneously saying "yeah, i can help." Suddenly he had to stem a bloody nose as he tied the knot and quickly stepped back out of the room to let her out.
'geez, i hope she can't tell that that happened...' he thought to himself as he pulled the tissue out of his nose now that the bleeding had stopped.
"it looks really great on you, Gwen!" He said trying as hard as he could to not make it blatantly obvious that he had been reacting to her like he was.
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Post by Sea on May 29, 2008 17:42:15 GMT -5
Gwen smiled, and picked up the other outfit. She suddenly flung her arms around him. "Thanks so much, Cyndon! I really couldn't have done it without you." She quickly released him, and leaned upon a rack of clothes. Soft material brushed her elbow. She ran her hands down it, finding coins hanging off a hem. She couldn't see it, but it was a gypsy dress, made of silk and velvet, the top part white, the bottom part green and layered, with coins hanging off the hem. She picked this up, then moved down the row. She liked the way these clothes felt, she decided she would need several sets of clothes to stay stocked. The next she chose was a plain white peasant shirt, with a soft leather bodice and a red skirt that laced up to tie tight. Then she picked up a peasant skirt of different calico cloths, and a plain white peasant shirt. She also grabbed a dark blue skirt and a dark blue waistcoat, with gold adornments, similar to a Naval Captain's jacket, with a white blouse to go beneath. As for shoes, she bought a pair of high, leather sea boots and a pair of plain, leather sandals, as well as the samurai shoes and a bag to carry them all in. Versatility. She topped it all off with two bracelets, one silver, one gold; two choker-style necklaces, one again, one silver, one gold; two pairs of hoop earrings, same color choices; and two anklets, one gold, one silver. She was quite pleased with her purchase, though it was alot, she hadn't been bestowed such riches in awhile.. or at least when she had wanted them. They had been forced upon her before, now it was out of own free will. And she loved it. "These will fit me, and I'll need more than one set of clothes," she explained, before rushing over to the clerk. She quickly purchased them. "May I go back to the dressing room to put one of these on before I go?" The clerk nodded, and she went back to the dressing room as a blur, quickly dressing her self in the white peasant shirt and green skirt with the coins, as well as the leather sandals and the gold jewelry. The silver jewelry was left in the bottom of her bag with the rest of her clothes. Everything carefully stowed away in her canvas bag, she walked back to Cyndon. "Ready to go." She curtsied happily, and the coins jingled a little.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 30, 2008 7:55:47 GMT -5
Gwen looked stunning, Cyndon couldn't deny it. He looked her over once, twice, three times, even and he couldn't get over it.
"That looks beautiful on you! It's absolutely stunning!" Cyndon was blushing and grinning so much you might mistake him for the Cheshire cat eating jalapeños. As they walked around the streets of the town the people around them were reacting with shock and awe. Cyndon heard some of them commenting on Gwen, while some of them were still stuck on the fact that they were a part of Guil'tee the Hurricane's crew. He was hoping nobody tried throwing rocks at them again; he didn't feel like showing his intense side around Gwen just yet.
"Listen to the people go..." Cyndon muttered aloud as they continued walking around to many different attractions before they stopped to rest at a fountain near the center of town.
"This town has found my weakness... i love fountains sooo much!" Cyndon was practically giddy as he rushed up to the fountain while not letting Gwen go. He stood at the edge of the fountain and grinned openly as he watched the water cascade from the top of the fountain that was fashioned after a large plume of water. It split into larger plumes near the bottom, making it look like a steady taper up to the top, where the real water was coming from. There were many different people that had absolutely stopped their morning routines to gawk at the two rather strange dressed people standing at the fountain. Soon a child came up to Gwen and asked her a question, followed by another to Cyndon.
"Miss, are you a fortune teller?'
"Mister, are you a magician?" Cyndon looked down at the child and chuckled, a sort of hearty sound to his voice as he responded.
"Am i a magician? Take a look at this." Cyndon looked at the fountain and concentrated as some of the water came out and formed into a sphere in front of him. The child watched on in amazement as the sphere started to spin faster and faster and flatten out more and more until it looked like a puddle of water floating in mid air. Suddenly a single point of water pulled up at the center and it began to form itself into a large clear crystalline shape. Soon Cyndon froze it into a large ice crystal and handed it to the little girl.
"It's not even cold...?" The girl asked aloud as she walked away, first thanking Cyndon for the present. He looked over at the kid that was talking to Gwen.
((lol yeah, Cheshire cat eating jalapeños, i couldn't think of something that grinned and was red that everyone else would know of except for that. Not to mention i wonder when the tournament was going to start... I think that Kerrain is waiting for others to ask to join the tournament in either area before we start.))
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 30, 2008 9:38:07 GMT -5
"AND GUIL'TEE IS TAKEN BY A TORRENT OF SEARING FLAMES! WHAT WILL HE DO, FOLKS!?" The announcer yelled. His voice could be heard all over the village as well, and attracted the attention of the non-arena goers. Some people had still bet on the matches, despite their absence in the crowd.
Kerrain was turned backwards as he flailed out his coat, channeling the stream of fire into two separate tributaries. The pyromancer he was facing he knew well as an ace in the field. An expert fire manipulator. A shaman as well.
"How about you end this quickly and break his neck with a flash step?"
"No, Degel. I'd rather see this man's special technique. Rumor has it, he can summon a fire-being from the elemental plane."
"Psh, you kids and your fascinations..."
"I'm not a kid. I'm a man who wants to see something spectacular."
Kerrain didn't have Degel deSaga in its sword form at the moment. He wouldn't waste the power until his favorite match. Besides, no one truly needed his sword against them. It'd be a violation of the tournament rules in fairness.
"But, Degel. I will flash step."
The corsair turned around as the fire came straight at him, and missed. The pirate was gone from his place and was now behind the pyromancer. However, Kerrain didn't do anything else. He could sense the hate and power building up inside his opponent. He could sense something big was about to happen.
"SHADROCK! HORSEMAN OF FLAMES!" The pyromancer yelled as he was engulfed by his own element. The flames grew and grew until they formed the shape and body of a horse, then the fire changed its color to a bright yellow as a man was formed riding upon the horse, a mighty longsword in his hands. The arena grew hotter and hotter as the horseman stood in it, the crowd screaming from the ever-growing heat. Sand on the arena turned into liquid and hardened to glass... but Kerrain simply stood there, his face unimpressed. The fiery horseman started its charge toward Kerrain, to end the pirate's life.
"Is this what you wanted to see?"
"Yes. I'm done now."
A smirk was revealed on Kerrain's face as he took his coat off and threw it up high into the air. With one quick movement, the corsair bolted from the ground and went sailing through the air, plunging deep into the fiery horse's breast. The horseman stopped and sputtered, the flames growing out of control. The flaming horse whinnied powerfully as tiny pieces of metal came flying out of its ethereal body, as well as the horseman's body. The flames disappated almost instantly as the throwing knives soared out, and all that was left was the pyromancer, covered in his own blood. Kerrain was back where he had started from, his coat falling back down to land on him as he put it on.
"WHAT AN UPSET!! GUIL'TEE THE HURRICANE IS THE VICTOR BY TKO!" The announcer screamed into his microphone as the crowd followed with a roar of cries and applause. Kerrain simply walked back to the arena gate and went through. He was done for another three matches.
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Post by Sea on May 30, 2008 14:16:35 GMT -5
Gwen kneeled down in front of the child. "Yes... yes, I am," she said. She gently touched the child's forehead. Her eyes glowed with blue light. "I think your mum will make you a nice dinner tonight. Your favorite. But stay away from the kids west of here. They want to hurt you. Be careful." With that, she stood up. "Cyndon, let's go. We'll need to register soon." She took him by the hand, because fire and water had launched into the air. She could hear the noise. "C'mon!" (Dain? Can I bring in one singles opponent and a tag team for the tournament?)
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 30, 2008 16:40:56 GMT -5
"Whoa! Okay, lets go then!" Cyndon ran after Gwen after she let go of his hand, careful this time to look out for random carts and headed toward the registration site. There were all sorts of people around there, big, small, buff, lanky, all of them wanting to get into the tournament. There were people of all sorts of powers and abilities, and some of them looked like very disciplined people. Others still, like Cyndon, looked highly informal, like they had never really trained under a discipline of fighting, which made things a little more unpredictable.
"This ought to be fun!" Cyndon exclaimed with glee as he walked up to the desks waiting to be served. He thought he heard something about Guil'tee in the battle annoucements, and he knew that he had won a round. He silently cheered him on in his mind as they got ready for registration.
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Kerrain
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Post by Kerrain on May 30, 2008 19:44:52 GMT -5
((Meh, I don't mind. ^^ ))
"Ay, you... yah, you 'dere..."
Kerrain sat at the bar counter in the arena waiting room, a drunkard of a warrior regarding him in a jauntily and improper fashion. The pirate had half a mind to teach the drunken man a lesson, but decided against it. The only ill-fated people were the ones going against him until the bitter end of this preliminary. Then off to the dear old grand empire further into the East. He would dwell upon that dreaded thought later.
"Well, say, my friend. Would you like another rum?" Kerrain inquired happily.
"Yeh.. yeh er a kine man! I-I'll 'member dis." The drunkard replied, taking another hearty swig of his new barrell of rum.
The pirate stood up from his seat and approached the arena gate, his turn had come yet again. The guard eyed Kerrain up and down and let out a gruff harrumph.
"Don't close the portcullis." Kerrain ordered.
"Tis mandatory." The guard replied.
"Then I bet you ten to one I down this one in less than ten seconds. One-thousand pieces of bonified gold." The pirate retorted.
"Ye've got yerself a deal then." The guard smiled, his eyes filled with a briiliant flash of yellow.
Kerrain stepped out onto the arena and faced off with his opponent. A great and burly man stood there, a garment of wolf fur on his cadaver, and an axe as big as his body. The corsair laughed casually as he regarded the berserker, and the bell tolled for the match to begin. The guard began his count.
1...
Kerrain had disappeared and an eery air went over the crowd.
2...
The berserker looked back and forth and bellowed a cry of war. He caught the fleeting image of black and red, the corsair's coat.
3...
Kerrain reappeared right in front fo the berserker and grabbed the man's axe, flicking it easily with his index finger and sending it rolling away with a wild and savage kick. The berserker was left with his bare hands as Kerrain disappeared once more.
4...
The pirate reappeared a few yards away from the berserker and was in a dead run, until he leaped from the ground and hooked his knee around the berserker's thick neck, then crossed his other leg around and used his momentum to launch the burly man across the arena.
5...
Kerrain summoned more speed as he raced the berserker's flying body to the arena wall and beat him, pushing off the wall and drawing two throwing knives from his coat. The pirate flew by the man and stuck both knives in his chest, followed by a muffled gurgle, and the death of the berserker as his body struck the wall, collpasing his lungs.
The guard stopped counting and cursed outloud, Kerrain appearing right in front of the man, holding out his hand. The guard reluctantly handed him the gold and closed the portcullis. He bet with this pirate every year, and lost every year. You'd think he'd learn.
"Your charity is kind, Benet." Kerrain acknowledged, tipping his captain hat.
The guard huffed and murmured a few words, then turned his back to the pirate. Guil'tee the Hurricane stalked off back to the bar and bought his old friend, the drunkard, another barrell of rum.
"What are you doing, making bar money?"
"You'd be correct on that, Degel."
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Post by Sea on May 30, 2008 21:31:57 GMT -5
Anantzi stood next to Bernard, who was nervously twidding about with his staff. "It's fine, Bernard! Really!" exclaimed the dark-skinned girl. She was of African descent, it was obvious in her South African accent. She had short dreadlocks, and across her chest, sh had folded two pairs of arms. Bernard was deformed, too, however, yet in a far more severe fashion. His head was that of a lion, his body-clothed as it was, it was still apparent- was covered in golden-gray fur. His knees were oddly inverted, and his fingers sprouted long claws. From his back, a pair of white wings rested, giving him the look of some demonic angel. Behind them, a man in blue and a girl in gypsy dress were standing. (Gwen and Cyndon). "Names, please," said the clerk. "Anantzi Sisya," replied the African. "Bernard Arnulf Leonvard," said the lion-bear-wolf-thing. He had a Russian-German accent. "Country of origin, please." "South Africa." "Russia." "Powers, please." "Earth elementalist." "Pure energy elementalist." The clerk raised an eyebrow at this, but continued on. Behind them, the girl in gyptian clothes seemed more interested. "Weapons, please." Anantzi and Bernard both showed him staves, but they were distinctly different in coloration and design. Anantzi also showed him a leaf-shaped blade on her arm, with swung out when she moved her fingers just right, making the air swish. "Thank you. Next, please."
Gwen walked forward with Cyndon. "Names please." "Gwen O'Herryn." The clerk looked expectantly at Cyndon.
Maha-Raja bounced from one foot to another as he heated up for the next battle. He wasn't scheduled to fight Guil'tee, thank the gods... but he was up next. He had sailed through the last few rounds like pie. He approached Guil'tee, hand extended in a friendly fashion. He was of Indian-Pakistani-Siamese descent, and thus he had dark olive skin. From his black hair were two orange tiger ears, and a tiger tail swished behind him. His eyes were strikingly green. "Maha-Raja Kairrou, sir," he said. "I might be competing against you later." He was a Moon Elementalist. He hoped any tough fights were scheduled for tonight, rather than the day. "MAHA-RAJAAAAA!" called a harsh voice. "Sorry, I have to go." Maha-Raja ran off. He stopped at the corner, where an elderly woman in traditional Indian dress. He bowed his head. "Maha-Raja! You can NOT enter the next battle in those clothes!" The woman thrust a bundle at him. "Yes, mother," mumbled Maha-Raja, walking off defeatedly. -- Maha-Raja was glad he had listened to his mother. She had presented him with a pair of black pants, perfect. He entered the stadium, dark-bronze skin gleaming in the sun. His opponent, a man dressed in all white, stood before him. The man wore a long cloak, hiding his face in shadows. Maha-Raja looked up; the sun was high in the sky. He gritted his teeth with anxiety; it was going to be an uphill climb. "HERE'S MAHA-RAJA KAIRROU, FACING OFF WITH GAVIN BLIX!" The rest, Maha-Raja tuned out for. The man had white energy forming in his hands. He was a Light Elementalist, it seemed. Maha-Raja roared, rather inhumanly. His body bulged, and sprouted orange fur, until he was an up-walking tiger. Dark energy formed about his claws, and he stood at the ready, tail swishing back and forth. The man launched the energy at him, but Maha-Raja slashed through the air, tearing the energy with black claws as though it was paper. It caused a minor explosion, which Maha-Raja jumped through, shielding him from view. The man, Gavin, looked about, trying to detect where he would come from. Black energy began forming about the man's legs, holding him still. The man gave a little cry, before letting white energy pummel off him, breaking free of the black chains. He bent over, panting. Maha-Raja saw his chance. Maha-Raja leapt out off the smoke; he had perpetuated it for longer than it would have stayed naturally. He pinned the man against the ground, and opened his mouth in a roar. The man sent an orb of energy at his belly. Maha-Raja closed one eye, wincing, but did not release him. The man in white quailed. As Maha-Raja lifted a claw to his chin, the man screamed with fear, though no pain had been inflicted. Dark energy came to rest on his eyes, and the man fell asleep. "MAHA-RAJA WINS!" Maha-Raja limped out of the stadium, picking up a flower thrown from the stands. He looked up to see his mother, smiling at him. He was glad he had made her proud. He had scared her when he had first become a were-tiger. Now, she was his manager of sorts. His muscles receded, and he was back to the Indian boy with tiger ears and tail, and once out of the stadium, he collapsed in a bale of fresh hay, breathing heavy. His mother came over to him, and began to speak to him in rapid Hindu(that's what it's called, right?). She put a cold, wet cloth on his bruised belly, and sat down next to him, extolling him fervently.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on May 31, 2008 11:18:31 GMT -5
Cyndon shuffled a little nervously up to the desk for registration.
"Name's Please." said the clerk. "Gwen O'Herryn" Gwen replied curtly. The clerk looked at Cyndon expectantly as he looked up at her. "Cyndon Kouvindao." The clerk screwed up her face at the name. "umm... and that's spelled...?" Cyndon Sighed openly at the comment. "C-Y-N-D-O-N K-O-U-V-I-N-D-A-O" "Ah, thank you. How about country of origin?" Cyndon faltered for a second before he looked back at the clerk and responded: "England. Erm... The U.K." Then the clerk looked over at Gwen with a bit of a smile on her face. She could tell that Cyndon was rather nervous about going into the battles.
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Post by Sea on May 31, 2008 11:27:48 GMT -5
"Nearby Port City," replied Gwen. "Powers, please." "Pure energy elementalist. And he's a water-ice elementalist." "Weapons, please." Gwen held out her sword. It looked nothing special, at first glance. "And you?" The clerk raised an eyebrow at Cyndon. "Camellia's Staff and Crystal sword." "Miss, would you tell us who we're up against first?" "Twins. Paradox and Pantomime. Quite a pair. Paradox is a Reality bender, Pantomime is can create structures and objects out of thin air. Very interesting pair. You have your work cut out for you." Gwen exchanged a glance with Cyndon. They sounded rather tough. "Proceed." Gwen walked down the hallway she had heard Anantzi and Bernard walk down.
"Calm down!" Bernard was fidgeting again, and it was almost their turn. They were up against a Trickster and a Thief. As the announcer shouted their names, they entered the battle field. Their opponents were dressed in all black. Bernard had changed before the battle, he know wore red robes, that had slits in the back for his wings. Anantzi had swathed herself in tribal prints, shawls, skirts, the whole nine yards. Her shawl same down to her wrist on one arm, on the other it left her arm bare. A shout from the announcer. The battle had started. The Thief disappeared in a blur, and the Trickster produced eleven others of himself. Anantzi exchanged a glance with Bernard, who nodded. Anantzi was to go for the Trickster. Vines shot up from the ground, each beneath a duplicate. They wrapped about them, and with a squeeze of her hand, the vines constricted. Eleven disappeared in smoke, and the original Trickster struggled briefly, before disappearing from her grasp. He reappeared behind her, but Anantzi flipped forwards, and leapt high in the air, twirling twice, landing on her feet 12 feet away. In the same motion, her ankles turned forward, and her fists shot forward, causing the earth to shoot up in a tent formation, sending the Trickster high in the air. He phased out of sight again. He didn't reappear, however. Anantzi felt sharp pains in her sides, he had become invisible. She took her staff and twirled around. The Trickster reappeared, and stumbled back. She ended her spiral low to the ground, one hand on the ground. On her other hand, a blade flipped open, and Anantzi shot forward. The Trickster levitated in the air, though, and Anantzi found her blade stuck in the stone. The stone crumbled about it when she glared, and the rubble shot up at the Trickster, hitting him from all sides. The Trickster fell, unconcious. Anantzi turned to watch Bernard. Bernard's eyes phased red, and he saw the Thief moving about in a veil of shadow. The shadow glared red, and the Thief yelled. The red constricted about him, and the Thief fell to his knees. He threw a sharp knife at Bernard, and it pierced his shoulder, making him roar in pain, but the Thief fell forward, unconcious, and the red light dissipated. They exited the stadium, panting with exertion.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 1, 2008 1:07:47 GMT -5
Cyndon watched the match with an amused expression on his face. He was really pulling for Anantzi and her friend Bernard. When the match ended he let out a restrained cheer; he realized that others in the waiting room probably wouldn't exactly like the noise. He looked back at Gwen with a slightly shaken expression on his face.
"Pantomime and Paradox, huh... Well, their names certainly match their abilities." Cyndon announced as he looked around the room. He wondered if they were actually there at this moment. Gwen seemed noncommittal about this; how could she stay so calm? Cyndon usually came off as calm himself, however when it came down to it, he could get really worked up about small things, and it bothered him. He basically came off as a child when these things happened, and it was likely going to get on others nerves.
"Dude, Calm down and sit down!" One of the other competitors called out to him, and he sheepishly fidgeted while attempting to sit still.
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Post by Kerrain on Jun 1, 2008 8:56:28 GMT -5
Kerrain smiled dangerously as he watched the "Maha Raja" person go into the arena. A couple more matches, and he'll be facing the same destiny as though who faced Guil'tee the Hurricane. Defeat. Maha Raja had won his match, and Kerrain cursed the bad luck.
The guard got the roster from an attendant and echoed the next competitors. Some pale white fellow versus a hydromancer. The verdict reached rather quickly as both stepped out. The hydromancer had won, by a longshot. The pale fellow didn't even get a hit in edgewise, and Kerrain had seen why. The hydromancer was using water as a shield perpetually through the match, absorbing any type of blow he might receive.
"Guil'tee! Yer up, Captain." The guard bellowed, his irritability showing quite provocatively.
Kerrain stood up and yawned, his hand reaching down to grasp the hilt tied to his belt. The guard looked at the motion and grimaced. He'd seen the terrible form of that blade before, and had seen what it could do. He couldn't think of any reason why Kerrain would use it.
The corsair stepped out onto the arena, Degel deSaga's hilt in hand, as he stopped and faced of against his opponent. A necromancer from the look of it. Kerrain released a sigh of relief, because he was about to kill someone no-one would miss.
"Espada." He said lowly, the dark and miasmic blade of Degel deSaga growing from its golden hilt. Kerrain brought one foot forward as he held the blade backwards, as if it were a greatsword. With a roar, Kerrain unleashed the word, "OBIERGA!", and Degel deSaga flourished into a giant and formidable sword of darkness. It had grown to nearly four times the size of what it was originally, the black flames roaring in the arena. The necromancer had seen this and already summoned a minor group of skeletons. Kerrain laughed and brought Degel deSaga insto a sideway hold, then swung the blade with all his might.
"Freyre Espada!"
Release sword. The giant blade released into the air and brought a wave of devastation down onto his opponent. Kerrain brought out his free hand and formed a fist in the air. The wave of death flattened and honed until a highly concentrated crescent of darkness was hurtling toward the necromancer. It was only for a second. Kerrain had unsummoned the blade and tied the hilt back up to his belt, the necromancer gurgling and spitting up blood. His body separated in two, his waist severed, as he fell to the ground in two pieces.
"Was that necessary?"
"The rest of them will see it, and they will make this easier in turn."
The corsair walked back into the lobby and bought another drink. The guard had side-betted once more. He lost once more.
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Post by Sea on Jun 1, 2008 11:26:27 GMT -5
Maha-Raja glared at Kerrain. "You did not have to kill that man in so gruesome a fashion," spat. His face was more tigerlike than usual, as it was screwed up in a snarl. "And do not believe I respect you, or fear you, for what you have done. We may or may not fight, for by the looks of it, you will make it to the finals, and I'm not scheduled to have to fight you unless I make it to the finals. So when and if we battle, I will not be afraid of you, I will not respect you any longer, not after you did that." With that, he turned around, and stalked off. He went off to inspect the tournament tree; soon it would be his turn again. His next battle was against a seer.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Jun 1, 2008 17:09:49 GMT -5
Suddenly a sort of speaker system kicked on and they heard a female voice call out.
"Cyndon Kouvindao, Gwen O'Herryn, Paradox, Pantomime. Report to the arena as soon as possible." Cyndon's heart skipped a beat as he heard his name called out first. It was their turn, and this was it. The tournament began for him and Gwen now. He gulped hard as he walked toward the door, Gwen close behind him. The cheers grew rather strong as they walked out into the sunlit arena square.
The yellow brown of the stone seemed to reflect a little of the sunlight, making it a little difficult to see until one got used to it. Cyndon shielded his eyes for second to allow the light in a little less quickly, and while he did so he noticed that their opponents didn't seem to have arrived yet. The crowd was getting restless as time went on.
"Where are those jokers?"
"Let's get this fight on the road!"
"If i don't get to see this fight, I'm going to go crazy!" The jeering of the crowd only got worse. Cyndon posited that they were really quite impatient around this town when it came to the prelims. Suddenly something seemed to waver out of the corner of Cyndon's eye. He quickly took Camellia's Staff in his hands and got into a defensive pose facing the distortion.
"They're here." Was all Cyndon said. The air where Cyndon was facing began to quiver as if time itself was being bent. A lady dressed in a slightly tight red dress materialized out of nothingness. She had long flowing black hair, and her eyes looked as if there was no one home. She looked at Cyndon with a quiet smirk on her face and finally spoke.
"'Ow eentehresteeng... Mohst Peepul Cannot eeven see ze deestortion... You are quite Astyoot, Monsieur." She took the baton from her back and held it in her right hand.
"My nayme ees Pahredox, and zis-" She motioned to her left where another person was materializing. He was a rather gaunt, tall figure, wearing dark black pants and a black and white striped shirt. He had white face paint except for his eyes which were surrounded by black paint which made it look like he had slash marks going vertically over his eye. He was wearing black lipstick as well, and it gave him a very weathered and macabre look.
"Zis is my pahrtnehr, Pantomime." He simply nodded. Suddenly the announcer of the tournament battles started up.
"This is a match against Cyndon Kounvindao: A mysterious elven Ice and Water Elementalist, and his partner Gwen O'Herryn: An even more mysterious gypsy-esque Energy Elementalist, and their opponents Paradox: A Reality Bender, and Pantomime: with the ability to create anything out of nothing! Let the Battle... COMMENCE!" There was a loud gong sounding from somewhere undisclosed as the battle began. Cyndon rushed towards Pantomime with his staff in hand, spinning it in his hand as he went. He brought the staff down as hard as he could horizontally from right to left, hoping he was going to hit something.
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Post by Sea on Jun 2, 2008 5:17:54 GMT -5
Pantomime moved his head from left to right, and the air became solid, so that he was protected from the staff's blow. He then wasted no time in thrusting his other hand forward, forming a sharp spear of sorts, and going for Cyndon's stomach. Gwen looked about, teeth gritted. In her mind's eye, Paradox was easy to see, she was the source of immense light. She was powerful. Shffff. The sound of cloth. Behind her. She turned around quickly, sending a blast of energy in that direction. A sound of 'oof' let her know her she had hit her mark. "Vehry good," she murmured, making her stiffen. "But cahn you beat zeh Beeg Bahd Volf ahnd Leetle rehd ridink hoodt?" Several wolves materialized out of thin air, and immeaditely fell upon Gwen. Gwen whipped energy about. Howls, whimpers. They fell back. With that, she shot another bolt of light at Paradox. A few foot steps away. She had stumbled back.
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