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Post by Sol on Apr 11, 2014 0:24:01 GMT
Euphaire LancasterVs. -- Judge: Alchemist -- Setting can be requested by a judge -- First post goes to Euphaire/Paladin
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Post by Paladin on Apr 14, 2014 0:44:17 GMT
The Josei Rakuwen Bathhouse!  -- WOMEN ONLY! |
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Post by Paladin on Apr 14, 2014 9:06:47 GMT
“ AaAaHhhhH, that's nice." Euphaire chimed as her lithe, fair skinned body dipped deep into one of the famous Josei Rakuwen Bathouses tubs. It was heated from burning coal just beneath it, giving off a hazy steam in the entirety of the establishment. It had occurred to her earlier that day, that since arriving, she'd taken not a moment to herself. First the dimensional jumping from Gaia to here, then getting thrown in prison, only to go through a bunch of hell and high water involving a large occult ring of sadists, and not to mention an attempted rape and mugging gone horribly wrong on the offenders part. She sunk deeper, letting the water saturate her just up to her lips, and for a moment, it seemed she was nodding off to dreamland. The whisps of sleep had begun to pull at her mind, and the water just seemed to boil away all of her troubles and aches. Her lavender eyes were open, but dull, her hair that was usually in a neat bun, was coarse with dampness, and strewn about like a maelstrom across her face. And slowly, her eyes began to shut, the room becoming deeper and deeper with a thick foggy mist, the hands of sleep wrapping their soft, shimmering hands about her... BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! "WHO!? WHAT!? THE FUCK!?" She leapt up in sudden surprise, a wave of silvery essence and force blasting out from her frame, effectively destroying her bath, and sending water every damn where and making her fall(cheeks first) onto a bed of hot coal. Her eyes watered and her lips trembled as the black embers sought to burn memories into her glutes. "yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeoooOOOOOOWWWWCH!!!! SON OF A FUCKING BITCH! FUCKING COCKSUCKER GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ARGH!" The other patrons listened from behind a closed door as she screamed all her profanities, wondering just what the fuck was all that raucus about? She fumbled through her clothes until she found the source of the incessant beeping that caused her cheeks to feel the ebony wrath of flame licked stone. It was a small, communication device of some sort, beeping and alarming to remind her of some god forsaken appointment. When she flipped it open to look at what could POSSIBLY have been so important to make herself lose sleep, her mouth was left agape. "Chosen: He's here." She traded her look of irritation for one of focus. Her full suit of atrophic armor found itself hugging her frame in the form of a black blouse, skirt, and stockings from a flash of dark tendrils, her cursed blade sheathed on her back. Black heels clicked as she opened the door. When she did, the eves dropping girls scattered as if she hadn't known exactly what they'd been doing, but still couldn't help but to make awkward extended eye contact that could put Bo Burnham to shame. Probably due to the fact she was in something completely different than what she arrived in. "Well, what the fuck are all of ya' standing still for!?" They all traded looks of confusion. Euphaire sighed. "A BOY is coming!" The girls broke into a fit of rage-filled screams, filling their hands with every blunt or sharp utensils they could find, taking defensive guerila war positions. Probably not as effective as Eden Raid, but Euphaire would be lying is she said a good pan or pot didn't work wonders on a guys junk. ~Off Topic~
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Post by ๖ۣۜUmbra on Apr 14, 2014 22:45:54 GMT
The Dark Knight advances... The armored sentinel slowly marched towards the predetermined destination. Each step was accompanied by the clank made when his armor shifts. He wasn't in any hurry to get to the place of the fight. No, he would take his time and devise strategies. Though it was hard to think clearly with the haze of madness surrounding his mind, it took focus to pierce that thick fog to obtain clarity. Maybe that was why he was always in some kind of negative mood. It got him down when he had to constantly focus to make coherent thoughts, otherwise he'd have to do things off the top of his head, or not at all. Up ahead, the large building was becoming visible as he traversed the unknown terrain. A large bridge spanned the gap from where he stood to the building where he assumed his target opponent would be. Gazing at it through his helm's enchantment, he discerned there was nothing hostile about it or the exterior layout. So only what was inside could potentially be a threat. Shrugging a shoulder, he felt his wicked axe's bare movement upon its harness on his back. Content that it was safely in place, it was time to begin.
Getting into the combatant mood, Landraal began his true advance towards the building, his torn cloak unnaturally billowing out behind him. The bridge creaked as soon as he stepped upon it but it held firmly. As he marched, Lan raised his right hand and touched it to his chest. As he pulled it away, white light flashed from his chest followed by multiple tendrils of darkness spreading out. These tendrils converged at the palm of his gauntleted hand, forming that gruesome blade of his, Soulslayer. With it in hand, he swung it down, the force of the swing creating a lash of air to travel across the span of the bridge to crash into, or through, the front doorway. In his other hand, a mass of purplish darkness started to form, pulsating as if alive and giving out a rapidly dissolving black smog. Through both quick events, Lan didn't stop his slow advance.
DARK ARTS; Black Grenade(0)
Lan unleashes a quick-draw force/air attack at the building's entrance, while prepping a second attack of a malignant nature.
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Post by Paladin on Apr 17, 2014 11:48:44 GMT
The win is Lan's. I won't be able to post on time regularly, and I don't want to slow the rate of the tourney. Maybe some other time, Lan  |
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Post by Sol on Apr 17, 2014 11:50:00 GMT
Landraal Proceeds to Round 2!!!
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