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Post by Sol on Apr 11, 2014 0:17:02 GMT
Otenta SymphonyVs. -- Judge: Alchemist -- Setting can be requested by a judge. -- First post goes to Otenta.
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War
Nu Guardian
Posts: 31
Join Date: March 27th, 2014
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Post by War on Apr 12, 2014 21:12:06 GMT
A man slowly walked upon a beat dirt path leading down from the cold mountain tops - a nightmare of a place that Otenta did not appreciate at all. Even though he was a strong, durable demon, the cold was obnoxiously horrid. Even worse? He didn't even dress for the occasion. Dressed in a V-neck, grey, shirt with his favorite black, faux-fur, jacket on over it. Black jeans and running shoes all to complete his pretty basic set of attire. His golden eyes were lazy as he seemed to be struggling to hobble down the dirt path - feeling the sudden change from cold to hot as he neared the bridge in the distance. " Otenta, where are we going?" A voice echoed from the heavy-looking book that rested in a satchel around the traveling man's waist. " Anywhere, but that frozen hell you called 'A Winter Wonderland." The man scoffed, using his coat to wipe the sweat from his brow. " And you presume that this hellishly hot place is any better?" The voice retorted, more attitude than the man appreciated. " No, Atena, but can you really expect me to stay hunkered up in a damn igloo for the reminder of of the time off I actually have?" He didn't wait for a response, " No. Even if we aren't getting paid for this. It's one of our tasks - something we agreed to. Even if it is taking us this far into Lithian's Asshole - then so be it. Not like either of us have a place to complain." There was no comment back, even as the man stood over the ledge that gazed down into a steep drop into a pit of boiling lava. Some rocks jolted up from the red death that lingered below - the black stone bridge that looked less than safe seemed to be the only way across. Otenta reached up to his lower back, taking out a small black rod that quickly unfolded into that of a long black spear. The black metal was sleek with light grooves from how often he had used it, a red gem sat in between the two pronged blades at turned the magi-staff into a full bred spear. The blades were a crimson color and seemed to pulse with demonic energy. He stabbed the back end of the spear into the ground to hold him steady as he observed the lava pit, then scanned over the bridge, " What do you think the chances are of the bridge holding up?" " Very low, Otenta. Honestly, I think we should find a way around." The voice of the Grimoire spoke out. " Yeah, well . . ." Otenta started as his golden eyes looked up from the lava pit and began to scan all through the area as he tugged the book up from the satchel, " It looks like we'll be meeting here anyways. I feel it." The Grimoire then levitated from his hand, hovering just at his left side, " As do I. Be careful out there, Otenta." [Note:] Sorry for the delay, RL has me more tied up than anticipated. I'll be more frequent with posting with here on out.
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Aldrid
Nu Guardian
"Bitch, I'm a bus."
Posts: 26
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Post by Aldrid on Apr 13, 2014 22:14:52 GMT
Standing at the base of a pit, Aetheri watched with a hypnotized fascination as thick, roiling liquid surged back and forth, bubbling and hissing when it came into contact with debris; the heat was intense, unlike anything she had come to feel so far - though it didn't seem to phase her. The walls of the cavern reflected with a deep purplish hue, the walls glassed over - she had learned the name of this stuff. It had been called Obsidian, and it was only apparent near sources of magma. There was nothing quite like it on the planet. What intrigued her the most though, was how a place like this could exist in the heart of the frigid lands that encompassed it. The young woman continued to watch it with a keen interest before something drew her attention. The loud rumble of something breaking made her look up to see part of the walls beginning to crumble, the rock having corroded from the extreme heat, and dried out. The splash of the liquid-fire hissed viciously, and it was enough to step back from where she stood.
She continued her meandering, seeming untroubled by her surroundings. She noted how her bare toes were stained with soot and ash. The fine powder was everywhere, and it lay itself in her dark hair, and along her only piece of clothing which consisted of a short-sleeved, nondescript summer's dress. Her skin was a bit unnaturally pale, and like her dress soot marred it with its ugly charcoal grey. Wiping it free from her face, it was then she noticed that she was not alone - somewhere off through the blistering heat and wavering air, she saw another entity, and before him, a large ominous looking bridge.
Aetheri took her time to approach the other end of it, a light bluish hue emanating from her body. The ghostly looking light flickered and danced lazily, much like watching a fire. The soot simply crumbled away from her skin, and the light expanded two feet in all directions from her center, keeping it off of her. On she went, before coming to a halt at the base of the bridge. She paused for a moment as she looked at it with her typical neutral expression. Finally her gaze met the male, and she took a brief moment to calculate his presence. She didn't know his reason for being here, but the floating object beside him spoke power.
Without so much as a word, the bridge began to sway and creak as she took her time to begin crossing it, one foot carefully finding its place in front of the other. She didn't look remarkable, though she had no fear of falling or dying. She didn't seem to pay much attention to the man, uncaring of his being here. No, her only focus at this point was to cross the bridge, and carry on her adventure through this odd world.
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War
Nu Guardian
Posts: 31
Join Date: March 27th, 2014
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Post by War on Apr 14, 2014 19:24:16 GMT
Otenta seemed to blink as he caught sight of the girl on the other side of the bridge. Not only thought, but his stance seemed to relax a little as she seemed to want nothing more than to simply travel rather than fight. Even if they were to fight, he wasn't going to make a low blow and cut her off on the bridge - he was an asshole, but not a coward. He leaned on his staff and waited for the girl to cross, giving her room to step off, "Hey, we gonna fight or are we just going to walk on our separate ways?"
"Move on?! What was all that before about 'We have to do it'?!" The voice of the Grimoire echoed.
"Hey, calm down will ya, you're embarrassing me in front of my new friend." He said with a devilish little smirk - looking at his book.
Although his impish smile stayed, the look in his eyes turned from enjoyable to that of evil when they shifted back to the girl. The irritation of the Grimoire seemed to calm down as his gaze shifted, for it seemed that he got a little more serious rather than his usual sarcastic-playful. His staff began to exude power - charging up an attack for a precaution rather than a jumping the gun [1] - he wasn't going to throw the punch if she was willing to walk away.
Should she walk away - he would accept that as peace and go on his merry little way, although if the girl decided she wanted to fulfill an agreement of a battle - she better have something in store for him.
Spell Charge [1]
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Post by Sol on Apr 16, 2014 17:46:16 GMT
I am aware Alchemist is the official judge, but considering I was approached, and Alchemist is not readily available, I will post this on her part. Aetheri requested a time extention. He did not elaborate on how long an extention, so it is 24 hours by default.
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Post by Sol on Apr 17, 2014 21:50:47 GMT
Otenta advances to round 2!
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