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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:40 am
(( Hehehe, that was a good attempt.
Though there are two things false about that statement.
1.) You admitted to never saving any pictures.
2.) My name is on my profile. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:46 am
You will be applying for a position of Vanquisher.
The only person you will be fighting, is me.
Your one true objective:
Impress me
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:52 am
Ex ObIivion You will be applying for a position of Vanquisher.
The only person you will be fighting, is me.
Your one true objective:
Impress me So your the guy I need to beat huh? Fine *Slams my fist into my palm infront of me and my hands light on blue fire* I've learned a lot of new tricks since I was gone. You can have the first attack. *stands ready*
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:57 am
((Don't worry, I've seen RP'ers with spelling so bad I had to bring google translate into the picture. You're fine as long as I can get a basic understanding of what you're doing.)) Oblivion awaits his newfound visitor. Resting on his throne made of obsidian shaded bones, grafted from multiple beasts, mythical and otherwise. The polished, maple-wood floor reflects and refracts the light emanating from the grand, stone fireplace behind his throne. The glowing embers dance through the air before being extinguished by a sudden gust of cold wind, when Oblivion met his visitors gaze.
Oblivion propped himself off of his throne into a standing position. Between him and his visitor, were a few wooden steps. A golden-embroidered, crimson carpet created a path from the throne to the front door from which his visitor has entered. His visitor sit crouched down on one knee, bowing. Head up to meet the eyes of death."...I'll only say this once...if you've come here expecting this to be easy. You are gravely mistaken."Oblivion's torn, black cape imitated the darkness of the void. Hanging loosely from his armored shoulders. Followed in the same nature of his long black hair. Swaying to his right side, caused by the draft. The Bright-Field commander's crest designed into his breastplate. He made his way down the steps to meet his Visitor before standing a mere ten-feet from her.
"Now...impress me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 9:59 am
All of the applicants are on different timelines in the same universe.
There are an unlimited amount of Oblivion's. Each in their own timeline.
In each timeline an applicant comes forth for training. In each timeline Oblivion deals with them in a similar way.
In short, you will not have any other applicants getting in your way during this meeting. It's just me and you.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:01 am
Oblivion stood motionless. His arms crossed. resting on his chest. He had activated his Vectors and awaited his opponents next move.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:08 am
Ex ObIivion Oblivion stood motionless. His arms crossed. resting his chest. He had activated his Vectors and awaited his opponents next move. Fine. I'll go first then. *get's down in a position that would look as though I'm getting ready to run a sprint in the Olympics. My wings perk up into position* Get ready...
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:11 am
Oblivion remained motionless from his previous position. He stood with his arms crossed. Calmly staring into his applicants eyes. His Vectors finished preparations.
An invisible, psionic, meta-physical Vector shield formed around Oblivion. Covering 360-degrees.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:15 am
Ex ObIivion Oblivion awaited his opponents next move. *Like a flash of lightning I burst right out from the position. Moving at what is assumed to be Mach 4 as I appear right in front of you throwing an uppercut that sends you staggering if not flying* Jet-Slam!: Uppercut!
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:16 am
Ex ObIivion Oblivion remained motionless from his previous position. He stood with his arms crossed. Calmly staring into his applicants eyes. His Vectors finished preparations.
An invisible, psionic, meta-physical Vector shield formed around Oblivion. Covering 360-degrees. *Faceplants the shield* Ow >.< G-gimme a warning next time!
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:30 am
"Hmm...that's peculiar. You had just gone 2880 mph and smashed your face into an immovable object. You're lucky I had not chosen to make the Vector slice anything that touches it, or you'd most likely be dead."
Oblivion, remaining in his relaxed state, then used a psionic pulse to throw his opponent across the room, smashing him into a wall before using psychic force to keep him floating in mid-air. He then pulled his opponent back towards him, dropping him at the bottom of the steps to his throne.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:36 am
Ex ObIivion "Hmm...that's peculiar. You had just gone 2880 mph and smashed your face into an immovable object. You're lucky I had not chosen to make the Vector slice anything that touches it, or you'd most likely be dead."
Oblivion, remaining in his relaxed state, then used a psionic pulse to throw his opponent across the room, smashing him into a wall before using psychic force to keep him floating in mid-air. He then pulled his opponent back towards him, dropping him at the bottom of the steps to his throne. *Rubs my nose* Now your just being mean *aside from a red nose. Looks completely unharmed* How about I show you what happens when an unstoppable force meet's an immovable object! *My arms and eyes light up blue as I run up and start punching your shield at the speed of a minigun* Yaaaagh!!
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:44 am
Oblivion stands there, unimpressed with his opponents weak punches.
"Compared to your previous attack, in mach 4 no less, these punches are moving in slow motion...though I guess it's time to end this."
Oblivion closes his eyes as he switches off his Vector shields safety feature. Ultimately turning his shield, into a psionic knife, cutting constantly in every direction. This gives no warning, as it is an invisible barrier, it does not change appearance.
Each time his opponents fist smashes against the shield, he is indirectly slicing into his own body with a knife that has infinite sharpness and never dulls. With his Vector, Oblivion could easily slice a mountain in half.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:49 am
Ex ObIivion
Oblivion stands there, unimpressed with his opponents weak punches.
"Compared to your previous attack, in mach 4 no less, these punches are moving in slow motion...though I guess it's time to end this."
Oblivion closes his eyes as he switches off his Vector shields safety feature. Ultimately turning his shield, into a psionic knife, cutting constantly in every direction. This gives no warning, as it is an invisible barrier, it does not change appearance.
Each time his opponents fist smashes against the shield, he is indirectly slicing into his own body with a knife that has infinite sharpness and never dulls. With his Vector, Oblivion could easily slice a mountain in half.
*Grins* Got ya *Stopped punching at that moment* Your turned your shield into one big fruit chopper meaning now it's not as protective as before! *The pupils of my eyes turn into red merging in with the blue* Never underestimate a dragon. Let alone an Overlord! *Jumps back as my leech gem lights up brightly* SPIRIT DRAGON... *My neck bulges upward to my face as if I was about to vomit* ROOOOOOOAAAAAAARRR!!!! *An eviscerating blast of magic blasts anything not protected by your shield. That includes the area around your throne as the wall behind you is blown apart*
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