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IC: Draco I look around. No one else was stepping forwards. Shrugging, I take out Necrosmith, and step out in a defensive stance. "Your move," I say, smirking.
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IC: Malattia The chain wraps around the chain, and the spear is pulled... But I leap with the spear. I flick my wrist, and my wrist blade extends, before I let go of the spear. I extend my arm, and let the momentum fling my wrist blade at his chest.
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IC: Malattia I yelp, and hop back a few feet as the swing goes towards my feet. Okay... A bit close for comfort... I step forward, and lunge at Tare's arm. I had to disable the weapon.
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IC: Panther (Leviathan) "O-oh..." I say, looking dejected. "W-wel-ll, th-thanks any-anyways..." I tread into the school, before walking to the armory. After all, I wasn't new here, but to the normal eye, it would seem like I had no idea where I was going. IC: Malattia I leap to the right out of the way, before thrusting my spear at Tare's chest. Did he just swing at me... I'm in a spar. Why am I surprised?
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For one, I find that claim very difficult to believe, but regardless, I still don't see how it's relevant. With a BB, you can see the gun being pointed at you, and you can usually tell when the gun's wielder is pulling the trigger. You can't see air, and by the time you hear it coming, it's already too late to react. Not to mention that a vacuum blast is significantly bigger than a tiny BB. If you're looking for a real world comparison to this situation, Taltrun's somehow managed to dodge the full spread of a shotgun fired from extremely close range, three times in a row, despite being both blindfolded and earmuffed. I'm regretting letting it slide the first two times, but I'd kindly request that you actually play fair and edit the latest occurrence to something more realistic. He's not blindfolded.Or earmuffed. No he isn't, but he can't see or even hear the vacuum blasts, given that there is nothing for the sound waves to bounce off of in the blast. Also, I believe we need an Ezec post as well. Most of the prefects, as well as Thirsiaz and Tube, have been stuck in interaction lock for a while.
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IC: Panther (Leviathan) "Good, good..." I mumble. "So uh.. Big place. Could you ah... Tell me where everything is? If you don't want to, that's fine," I add hurriedly. "Don't want to cause any inconveniences..." IC: Malattia "Uh... Maybe no lethal blows today..." I say, as a half joke. "Okay, sounds simple in concept... I guess it isn't as simple in practice... But hey, let's see how well I do." I get down into a defensive pose, spear bristling in front of me.
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IC: Panther (Leviathan) "Sorry, I'm new here. I think I'm greeting you right... Uh, anyways... How are you?" I blubber, looking away nervously, as if I had no social skills whatsoever. IC: Malattia "Sounds good." I say, grinning. I try to twirl my new weapon in my hand, to look impressive- or try to. Instead, I misjudge it's length, and send it colliding with a weapon rack, knocking various tools to the ground. "I uh... Meant to do that... Let's just..." I turn to the exit, and briskly walk out.
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IC: Tear - Gym Tear carefully delayed his choice of weaponry, picking up and inspecting weapon after weapon, until Malattia had chosen hers. A crude sort of trident, plenty of reach and damage capability. Tear decided to go with something a little heavier, and picked up a ball and chain. "Let's test their mettle, shall we?" Actually, I was thinking more of a single headed spear, with edges branching off the tip three directions.
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IC: Pentalik And just like that, activity increased tremendously. Huh... Wonder what caused everyone to come here... I step into line to grab some food... If you could call tasteless, gray sludge that. Sighing, I sit down, and start nibbling at my food. IC: Panther (Leviathan) I set down at the school, to be greeted by a two-headed Rahkshi. Intriguing... But they have probably been asked so many times why they have two heads... I'll avoid that. I walk up to them. "H-hi," I say shyly. I had to get into character. IC: Malattia "Okay, then... Well, I'll need... A spear would be good... I'll try that out." I walk over to a rack, and grab a spear, with a head that branched off in three directions. IC: Vitesse Voices. I groan, and stand up. People need to know when to shut up. I grab my bow, before opening the door to my dorm, and poking my head out. "Yeah, if you could not make so much noise, that would be great." OOC: Pentalik OFI, and Panther/Leviathan interacting with Glaciem Ignis.
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Alright, I am adding a list of Leviathan's disguises. First added is Panther.
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IC: Malattia "A dagger or shortsword, preferably weighted. I have my gauntlets, but I could use something to keep attackers at bay." I say. IC: Leviathan My shimmering armor slowly fades under the black paint, until I am covered head to toe in the stuff. Satisfied, I reach into my contact kit. I pick out a pair of yellow-tinted ones, and pop them in. Now... I will my form to scrunch up, until I'm smaller than the average Rahkshi. That done, I open my now much larger chest, and stow my weapons- except my hook sword. That, I stow right by the entrance, so I could reach it with no hindrance, and so it would be hidden to most. Ah, almost forgot... I will my vocal cords to shrink, making my voice a much higher pitch. So my campaign begins... I revert to flight mode and fly out towards the school. The Leviathan was now nowhere to be found. Panther was here. IC: Pentalik Where was everybody? I glance around nervously. Maybe they were all killed...
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Personally, I like the concept of Fountain. He would give Draco a challenge, after all. I'd say just remove the skirt.
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The skirt seems incredibly impractical. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the blades should dangle back and forth when they aren't sticking straight out, so his legs would get cut up just by walking. Also, if he is, say running, he would press his legs to the edges, meaning his legs would be pressed against the blades.
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... ... ... ... What?
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IC: Malattia I follow Tear into the armory, and start looking around for a set of daggers. IC: I set down in front of the school, exhausted. The trek had been long, and not very pleasant. The Rahi... Well, I may never get the slobber out of my bag. It mattered not. I step into the school, looking around nervously. No killer Rahkshi yet... Huh. Guess they didn't leave with him. one step. Another. I take a right down the hall. OOC: Pentalik OFI.
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IC: Leviathan At last, I stumbled upon a cave, low near the ocean. Landing, I crouch down to enter the cave. It's spacious, dark, and well concealed... Perfect. Now, I could get to work. I open up my trunk. Taking out my paint brush, I take out a can of black paint. Right now, I wanted to go simple. Dipping my brush, I start to paint myself a pure black. IC: Shock I close my book, and stand, with one thought on my mind: food. Exiting the library, I walk to the Refectory. IC: Vitesse I make it to my dorm, and crash on my bed. IC: Mortsia Halls. Woo. IC: Malattia "To the gym." I say, grinning. Turning around, I start walking to the training area. OOC: Shock and Mortsia OFI.
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Well, no crazy weapons here, but this guy is going to tie some stuff together. Name: Pentalik Variation: Chain Lightning Level: 2 Gender: Male Gear: Pentalik has a shortsword in terms of weaponry, but he also has a bag filled with scrap metal, various nuts, bolts, gears, axles, springs, and tools, which includes wrenches, screwdrivers, a clamp, and a welding device, with the fuel to refill it. He also possesses his music box, which he constantly fiddles with to make new tunes. Appearance: Pentalik is a small, thin Rahkshi, with a smooth suit. His spines are curved and connected, and he is colored silver, with light, metallic blue highlights on his shoulders, knees, and back. He has abnormally long fingers. Personality: Pentalik is naturally timid, with a fear of violence. He rarely speaks, and when he does, his words are quick and short, quite the opposite of his deep voice, and he occasionally stutters. That said, he is an inventor at heart, but one thing he will never, ever make, is a weapon. That said, he has been tricked multiple times into making components for a weapon. He knows both Shock and Leviathan, though they are not brothers. Bio: Pentalik was a simple inventor, spawned by Antroz. He took in requests for gear... Until he learned that a particular group of Rahkshi was using the parts to create weapons of torture. Mortified, he stopped taking in requests. However, a certain Rahkshi gained an interest in inventing- a small Rahkshi named at the time as Guppy. While Guppy was not as good at tinkering(his invention of a voice replicator failed utterly), he excelled at black smithing. Eventually, though, Pentalik stopped apprenticing him, for his dark thoughts. Guppy then disappeared, only to reappear as the Leviathan. This expierience left Pentalik convinced he had created a monster, and he cut off all interactions, convinced he was a bad influence. That is, until he took in a weary Rahkshi by the name of Shock, out of pity. He nurtured him back to health... Until Shock started insulting him. Disgruntled, he sent Shock off to Corpus. Before long, he grew weary of his place, and left for Corpus himself. As a bonus, this profile is salt and troll-free, or your money back.
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IC: Malattia Sheesh. He's a bit cold today. Who killed his pet?... Why did I think of tha- never mind. Continuing strong, I say, "Would it... Perhaps be possible if... You could train me to defend myself? I can throw a mean sucker punch, but I'm... Well, bad at conserving energy in a fight." IC: Revenant I find a table to sit at, and take out a stack of papers. I needed to write. But what? The Tournament... Grabbing my pen, I start to write, while Ravyn stands quietly on the table. OOC: Revenant OFI.
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IC: Malattia "Guess those knitting needles are good for multiple things, then." I say jokingly, before falling silent. That bookworm... He said he could defend himself... Which is better than I can do. "Tare? Could I uh... Ask you a favor?"
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There was an internet troll, and his posts got deleted. Anyways, if I made a handful of characters, would anybody want to play as them? Just for future reference.
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IC: Malattia Hoop there it is... What do I say? Do I say that... Images flash through my mind. Right now, Tare was not in a good mood... Later. "Honestly, I don't know why you were out on the Causeway. You were out cold, so I'm not sure if it was that Rahkshi or someone else. I rushed over, asking if you were alright, when you woke."
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IC: Malattia I turn to follow Tear out. Well, that was a waste. "Where to now?" I ask. Probably the gym. Eh, who cares?
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IC: Revenant "Oh. Perfect. Ah... If you'll excuse me..." I walk away from the group, to browse the shelves. IC: Malattia "Wow. You aren't getting through to him at all." I say, surprised. Either Tare had lost his edge, or this Rahkshi had seen stuff.
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I had an idea like zombies, but it does have its differences. Here's the link: http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/126-the-official-rpg-planning-topic/page-66?do=findComment&comment=1013962
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IC: Draco I shrug. "Fair enough. Guess I'll have to wait for my turn, then." Disappointing, but I understood his reasoning. If he managed to beat me(though I doubt he could), then I would embarrass myself again, and his ego would only grow, and I could lose my authority. The risk was high.
