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 Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:50 pm
Bowing towards the emperor , his wife and his daughter , she congratulated the empress.
"I am so excited for today ! What about you princess Vythica?!" She said excitedly.It was hard for her to stay quiet . She was happy that she could finally show her skills.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 3:25 pm
The Being Begins to rise from his throne chuckling for the room temperature began to lower. He chuckled more and more underneath his white bone mask but you can see his mouth in a black and gold trim with red glowing in the night his breath came out cold. his body was all black with hints or red in lildetails of his armor his body was melted into his very armor but what was most unusual was the faces cut off other beings and melted into the core of his body these faces would move around his body moaning and crying out in pain and dis spare the faces were of women and children no older then 15 to 28. The faces begin to scream out for thirst, knowing the Emperor is soon ready to join the Tourney. On his left and right side were two blades “Song bird”,A blade that can turn into a whistle and produce devilish sounds, and “Riku”, Unknown blade. whispering evil intents his body would give off a satanic pulse that would ripple in the sky. "So who would like to face the Emperor" :33
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 8:52 pm
Shadow was growing slightly impatient as the fights had still yet to begin butwas fully understanding of the situation. Looking to the left he saw Imuzi fidgeting and getting in position as if he was going to jump in the middle of all below and cause a scene after feeling the aura of both Gallows and the Emperor. Sit down you spiky haired piece of crap I told you not to go cause a scene. However in the back of Shadows mind he was indeed curious about Emperor and Gallows talents, no doubt like himself would not be able to fully show off their skills at their fullest, as that is the reason he would not be taking place in the tournament. Feeling excited however at the prospect of having two new people to spar and train with he let his concentration slip briefly. Imuzi sensing his other self slipping took the opportunity to unmask his aura and direct it at the Emperor the air vibrating from the pressure Imuzis aura gave off as it sounded like an earthquake going off all around unable to be pinpointed by anybody but the person he would soon focus the aura on and give the person a sense that a challenge had been issued. Any time any place pretty boy Imuzi sent as a mental message to emperor before Shadow snapped back to what was going on. Imuzi.... I said not to do anything like that you idiot, and with that shadow would face palm knowing he would more than likely be chewed out later.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 12:07 pm
More Than One With Multiple Voices
Thursday, January 21, 2016
2:55 PM
Gallows immediately looked up at what seemed to be the emperor due to the thrown, and upon looking at the many movable faces, he simply lost it, what would usually be terror for most was simply humor for Gallows, and in that immediate moment, he just started to laugh hysterically, his back arching back once more as the mocking laughter escaped his mask, the muffled sound coming back once more as he laughed; completely immune to fear, his very insanity allowed this, not a power, not a weapon, or armor, but his best trait, his pure psychopathic thought process, which made everything both clear, and humorous to him. His crimson optics zeroing in once more as he stopped abruptly looking at the emperor with a grin on his face beneath the mask, his white teeth the only shining glory about him, the skull on his chest expanding and going back to its normal size as he breathed, recovering from the laughter; his mind speaking to him in multiple voices, his mouth moving with the one he would giggle at more; the words escaping his mouth in an almost different voice, mimicking a small child; "Are you the boogie man? No, you couldn't be, I already stand in spite of you." With that, he started to laugh again, his thoughts and visuals tickling at his mind, causing him to grin more, when he remembered the female had mentioned his own unit; and in that, he quickly turned his head, his whole body slowly following suit. "Yes my dear, the suicide squad.. It still lives, and I am still their leader, impervious to age from the funny little voices in my head. As for you, Giant, do not think we are finished here." His eyes darted from the female's to the giant who tried to play diplomat. His words shooting like daggers. "I am one quest you will not accomplish, and you are one more victim to the harbinger, now tell me, have you ever felt true fear?"
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Horus of noble Chrono Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 1:25 pm
 horus swung back at the comment turning around to look at the hunched over man. his filling with the battle lust he had been biting back since he arrived. he pushed his hand to his belt placing his ornate helm upon his head it's tall ornate wings standing up on each side very similar to his legionaries helms but with additional markings of rank and small seemingly ornamental devices. as he faced the man his voice came booming through speakers on the helmet a blunt and very simple response. “ i know no fear “ horus took a few more steps toward the man his hand playing along the hilt of the blade at his waist this was truly turning very hostile , he mused for a second over how he could just leave and ignore the grandstanding of the corpulent male. he pushed this thought away he knew this needed to be addressed now to prevent further issues with the man. “ state your intention and do so clearly if you wish to be dispatched i will do so with pleasure speak quickly enough playing insane “ horus was swollen with potent fury ready to fly bound across the room and take the man's skull but he held this rage in check he had to if diplomacy was to survive the night here.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 2:18 pm
A Dead Man's Tally
Friday, January 22, 2016
5:02 PM
Gallows began to laugh hysterically at the man for a moment as his voice fumed a flustered feel, one only a spark of fury could combust, and so, in a moment, the laughter turned to a deadly stare at his opponent, the left hand reaching towards his machete, the metasteel handle providing the natural magnetism effect which if required, could be released, and cause a hack and slash through any metallic substance, the true trick of the ICC material; the ability to slash through osmium carbonite with no issues using an isotope known as dantium, being reinforced with an enhanced bonb cycling around metallic bonds, and further with electro-magnetic displacement by way of the isotope's unstable nature, literally ripping through physical materials without much effort, and capable of striking the energy, or metaphysical world due to these seem electro-magnetic waves, known as 'string theory' in a way of constant magnetic vibrations, bridged with the skill of the user. None of this magic based, none of this hard to recreate, all of it deadly. Instead of using his PAX-67 to maul the giant, he could simply slash through the armor he wore, and shielding becoming almost void as the elctro-magnetic pulses or vibrations would emulate an almost astonishing effect, while all being normal for the material, breakable is used improperly. With that in mind, combat against the blade would be almost suicide to the unprepared, as Gallows slowly began to unsheathe his blade in response to the man's flustered ideal. With a grin on his face, Gallows simply spoke in his crazed fashion, though the syntax slipping into a more-than-obvious mocking tone, emulating a sense of superiority towards others, and in his own manner. His only words being rang out to the crowd; "You think power armor will phase me? I slaughtered hundreds in the wars along Earth's defenders, I struck down stronger opponents with more honor than you, Giant, be mindful before attacking, you'll find though lightly armored, I'm no easy kill, even to the tankish; cloak and dagger will always suppress the iron clad knight, and the iron clad knight will always fail to his arrogance. Now, that being said; do you wish to become another tally on my arm?"
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Horus of noble Chrono Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 2:39 pm
“ if you think i can so easily be brought to heel then why do you not strike why do you not ty your hand trust your life to your weapon and dive in. because you fear the outcome . “ horus drew his blade its dual phase field generator flickering to life the blade glowed with a hazy blue aura sparks dancing across the blade's edge. the blade hummed in the air as its field broke apart the ionic bonds between the molecule of the air the as it rapidly switched phases creating a barrier of lethal ionic force between the blade and the air. horus fell silent no more rage no more anger just horus. adrenaline shot through him rousing his bodies many implanted organs neurons firing in his brain faster his perception of time slowed his twin hearts beating faster increasing the oxygen to his muscles, the cybernetic implants in his skull processing biological information adjusting organ function. horus was ramped up like a sports car all systems going at full throttle but with a keen sense of mind behind . he held the blade aloft beckoning the deranged man to come forth and test his metal but he he hesitated and then relented all together bloodshed over a simple insults as crazy as the man was it did not stain his honor and this was not his party to cause such a commotion. he sheathed the blade power field dimming and fading as he turned again this time storming out with another retort. “ i will not suley my blade with the blood of the misguided or the foolish “
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 2:46 pm
Why the hell couldn't things go as planned at any event? He asked himself that same question over and over as he moved about the festival areas. He had thought about going into the royal tent but put it off for now. He had not joined the fighting because surely there was one opponent he would maim or kill. Of course, his mother wouldn't approve or it, and he needed to let out his frustrations. And some of the other events wasn't exactly his thing though he had watched his father bickering with a man named Sir Gallow, while huddled within his cloaks.
There was a simply sophistication to his clothing, nothing absolutely flamboyant nor even overly memorable. He wore buff breeches and knee length boots. His jacket was of a rich forest green, layered over a cream colored shirt, and only visible if his cloaks, both of them, blew open in the breeze. The closures on his outermost cloak were bejeweled. Emeralds to be exact. He had gravitated towards the beautiful Nini after a time, no appetite for food just yet. Prince Vulkan decided to put his focus into the beautiful Nini who stole his attention for the night.
"Well, I haven't seen you in sometime now. Are you enjoying the festivities?" Perhaps he could get her to dance with him. "Maybe before the night is over with we could have a dance. Sadly, as usual the tournament is on hold but it seems we will be seeing some fighting happening tonight."
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II Prince Vamraak II Crew
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 8:54 am
The Tally To Be
Saturday, January 23, 2016
10:46 AM
Gallows simply smiled at the thought of the man's words striking fear in him, a faltered plea to the events to take place as Gallows immediately Took his right foot a half pace in front of him, twisting his waist in accordance as his abdominal muscles twisted in a cork screw effect as he brought himself up in a form of counter clock wise spiral. Drawing his machete in one fellow swoop with his hand, and meeting the blue aura of the enemy's blade, his legs brought into a spider's pounce position, or Roman Box trap pounce. His metasteel blade immediately allowing the electromagnetism to deflect in coming ionic energy, his left foot spreading out to execute the full assault. His free hand countering his momentum, so that the foot would smash into his enemy's helmet. His PAX-67 making his bones stronger than titanium, meaning he could very easily land a blow on the enemy at full force without breaking a bone, or even receiving a bruise. The strongest part of his blade would undoubtedly strike against the enemy's blade, and with the approach, he'd have snuck the guard without an issue, given the fact a larger sword could not move fast enough against the cloak and dagger style Roman Box Trap, making for an almost certain blow to the head, while tripping the guard of the sword, and sending the blade down, of course this would be theoretical if the target was not holding the blade with two hands. If he were, the blade would simply resist the counter balancing, HOWEVER, the blow to the head would unbalance the enemy, and undoubtedly create a posture change, given the adrenaline boost described; there would be good reaction timing to readjust, but keeping in mind PAX-67's status boosters, it'd make almost a blur between movement, and being upon his enemy; a true CQC master stroke. Now, to talk about the one handed grip, should the assaulted try to use a free hand to assault Gallows, the counter weight arm as described would be able to smash into the grapple, creating a shift in weight, and still send the opposition to the ground, no matter the power armor factor as weight distribution isn't weight compensation in this case. Either way, the target would end up on the ground, and most likely become unarmed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:01 pm
horus was a tad bit surprised that the man moved so fast to stop him but even this seemed sluggish. he made no attempt to parry the sword pushing against his own instead he applied minimal force to slow the blade if his opponent tried to pull the blade back for another strike, he then leaned forward shifting his weight forward and on his left foot almost stooping and he lashed out with the passive piston driven claw toward the center of mass of his target. he made no attempt to stop the kick since the man was dedicated to the attack he could not possibly stop to avoid the strike from the clawed gauntlet normally a blow of this force would be enough to turn a normal man into paste and dent steel but he had no clue what the end effect would be on the man but he knew it would provide him with distance to avoid causing any more issues here.
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Horus of noble Chrono Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:34 pm
II Prince Vamraak II Why the hell couldn't things go as planned at any event? He asked himself that same question over and over as he moved about the festival areas. He had thought about going into the royal tent but put it off for now. He had not joined the fighting because surely there was one opponent he would maim or kill. Of course, his mother wouldn't approve or it, and he needed to let out his frustrations. And some of the other events wasn't exactly his thing though he had watched his father bickering with a man named Sir Gallow, while huddled within his cloaks.
There was a simply sophistication to his clothing, nothing absolutely flamboyant nor even overly memorable. He wore buff breeches and knee length boots. His jacket was of a rich forest green, layered over a cream colored shirt, and only visible if his cloaks, both of them, blew open in the breeze. The closures on his outermost cloak were bejeweled. Emeralds to be exact. He had gravitated towards the beautiful Nini after a time, no appetite for food just yet. Prince Vulkan decided to put his focus into the beautiful Nini who stole his attention for the night.
"Well, I haven't seen you in sometime now. Are you enjoying the festivities?" Perhaps he could get her to dance with him. "Maybe before the night is over with we could have a dance. Sadly, as usual the tournament is on hold but it seems we will be seeing some fighting happening tonight." Oyoni's hair returned to her normal ebony color. She shrugged and petted Neo ' s head who was encircling her again.She sighed and stood near one of the tables so she get a good view of Gallows and the emperor fighting with each other.No matter how occupied her mind was she was attentive to watch the fight. "What on earth is happening here? "Gazing blankly off from a distance. And speaking of this man.. his fighting skills are impressive. 'I wonder if I can fight like him 'staring continuously. She saw something strange and a man appeared behind her.Her ears twicthed and she turned over her shoulder to see a man dressed sophisticately. He looked like the empress' son. She thought. "Hello there , yes I am enjoying the festivities"she greeted him kindly. She was shocked and surprised at the same time. 'I seem to have caught his attention' she thought and smiled again. Oyoni was attractive and strong by nature but she despised men and would not let them get close to her .But something about this prince, he seemed friendly .Even neo was purring at him which was unusual. "Trust me we all will have time. Just watch "politely she said as she slid her hand at the side of her leg.She reached for the hem of her dress. Her fingers closed around the smooth , cold cool metal of the Artemis rod that was strapped to her thigh. She moved with caution so that no one would see , ready to strike if needed.]
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 10:58 am
The Emperor, The Being, would calls upon the Gate to rise behind their throne. It would stand 20ft tall and 18ft wide, the Gate is a pair of doors resembling a set of large stone tablets engraved with a mural, floating in an endless white expanse. Though there appears to be nothing behind the doors when they are closed, upon opening, they reveal a dimension of information which manifests as a shadowy void with millions shadow-like ethereal hands protruding from it, but for now those ethereal hands remain calm floating.
"The winner of this tourney shall receive 20bil from me and will have the honor to face me inside of The Gate!"
In front of the Gate floating is one of Emperor metaphysical shadow being who exists to oversees everything in the universe, and regulates all organism in all relms. The Shadow Being is depicted as a white, featureless version of whomever passes through the Gate; this is because he serves as one's own conscience. taking on the appearance of whomever enters its domain. The Emperor metaphysical shadow being begins to Screech and chuckle in joy.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 10:19 am
Emperor Vamraak The Emperor, The Being, would calls upon the Gate to rise behind their throne. It would stand 20ft tall and 18ft wide, the Gate is a pair of doors resembling a set of large stone tablets engraved with a mural, floating in an endless white expanse. Though there appears to be nothing behind the doors when they are closed, upon opening, they reveal a dimension of information which manifests as a shadowy void with millions shadow-like ethereal hands protruding from it, but for now those ethereal hands remain calm floating.
"The winner of this tourney shall receive 20bil from me and will have the honor to face me inside of The Gate!"
In front of the Gate floating is one of Emperor metaphysical shadow being who exists to oversees everything in the universe, and regulates all organism in all relms. The Shadow Being is depicted as a white, featureless version of whomever passes through the Gate; this is because he serves as one's own conscience. taking on the appearance of whomever enters its domain. The Emperor metaphysical shadow being begins to Screech and chuckle in joy. Upon seeing the gate emerge Shadow and Imuzis interests were peaked and as rare as it was for them to agree both of them decided in their boredom to stand by the emperor. In a blink of the eye Shadow appeared to the right of the emperor while Imuzi moved to his left. At the same time both spoke to the emperor. Hello step father.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 2:04 pm
"Indeed we shall have our time." He smiled at the beauty and then turned his attention back on the crowd. The Winter Feast was in full swing and it seemed as though everyone who was someone was present at this Festival. Vulkan was certainly enjoying himself, between interacting with members especially the lovely lady Nini. In fact, he had been quite entertained as Horus wanted to get Gallow to fight him and now Imuzi had challenged the Emperor of Vamraak.
No. It was the first thing he had to tell himself. He did not need anyone to amuse him. was someone that needed nothing. Normally he needed nobody. He was perfectly content with fulfilling his own needs when the occasion struck. Mostly, he was perfectly content to be on his own. There was nobody was any lofty expectations of him.
There was nobody to hold him back from being his usual brooding self. But knowing how stubborn he was to release his guard, if but a little, he made himself a promise to find company over the evening. Even if that company was idle conversation. It was something to challenge his mind and soothe his soul. As if his soul was the only part of him that required soothing at this point.
"And would you strike me with those claws, my lady, or see rains weep o'er my hall without a soul to hear?" A slow grin spread across his face before he held up both hands. He honestly wouldn't mind the bite of her claws as they raked down his back, but that was not something he should admit aloud.
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II Prince Vamraak II Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 5:51 pm
The Scorekeeper's Judgement
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
5:45 PM
Gallows simply smiled beneath the mask as the male swung the gauntlet towards his chest, twisting and contorting his torso to completely change his weight, turning full pressure onto the blade for a moment before boosting himself off of the helmet, and bring the ball of his heel down onto the forearm of the target in a star shatter attempt, bringing his blade's pressure off as he released the weight onto his enemy's fore arm, presenting a temporary focal point allowing him to propel his body off of the man with a cork screw, sheathing his blade with the same movement, make a helix effect as he would attempt to land on his feet. The displacement from the heel would ultimately counteract the power based on the gauntlet speed, and the arm strength, creating an easy evasion, and even easier finish, as by this time, he'd be on the side of the target. "Tell me, do you expect to stop me with such spotty fighting abilities. Like I said, giant, I am not an easily accomplished quest."
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