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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 2:33 pm
Before he was out of earshot, he heard Vlad call him a coward. "That... Is..." He turned around. His eyes were a fiery red. "IT!" He cried, flames spreading for three feet. He ran back, a fire blade materializing into his hands. His heat was about 108 degrees celsius. "Take it back, get on your damn knees, and beg, and maybe I'll let you live, a*****e." He hissed venemously. ((Imagine his sword like this but on fire and bigger.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 4:33 pm
[I don't know. It's sort of awkward. I should never be so forthcoming...]
Rosalind choked on the smoke.
"W-why..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 4:45 pm
Jack switched his gaze to Rosalind. "I'm fine 'till you call me a coward. That's the one way your guaranteed a very slow death."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 5:03 pm
He turned into a liquid, and shaped his arms into twin spikes. Then he solidified, becoming that dense mystery metal once more. "I shall not let you defile all that is sacred and wonderful in this world! You are preparing for battle. That is good. Evil you may be, but you have some honour to stay your ground. Komm! Komm at me if you will! We shall settle this like men even if you are less than one!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 5:16 pm
He grinned. "Liquid, eh? I'm not much of a scientist, but liquid," He turned up the heat another 30 degrees. "Evaporates."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 5:22 pm
(He solidified into the unknown metal again, stupid.)
"And metal absorbs heat!" He ran full force at him, slashing with his arms-turned-blades, paying no mind to the heat.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 6:28 pm
Jack laughed as he dissapeared. "Flash step." He whispered. It was a move that took incredible speed, but also stamina. His limit was three a day before he was exhausted. "What do you think I do while I'm not trying to kill you?" He laughed again. "Practice my flash step, of course!" He was behind Vlad. He slashed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 6:55 pm
The blade bounced off his back with a few sparks, and he turned to thrust his right arm into Jack's chest. "Speed isn't everything, dumkopf!!!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:38 pm
Rosalind was ignorant to she fighting. She tried, with teary eyes, to bring back life from the charred remains, but all that she grew returned to ash. [or dust...]
Hopeless, she used what little strength she had to beat her fist on the ground and curse her own weakness.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:43 pm
(Why shouldn't you be so forthcoming? For once, bollocks to your inhibition! Sucks to your sobriety! Your perspective needs perspective! You won't know what it's like to be *shudders* 'mature' if you don't know what it's like to be spontaneous and whimsical! Let go of your hesitation! Be a little impulsive! Discover your Inner Balance and map out the true territory of your heart!)
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:49 pm
[Your words inspire, sir. I shall try, but I have told you once before; I am afraid to ruin the course for another.]
Brow furrowed, Rosalind stood and took a wobbly step. The men [boys?] were too engaged to take notice. As Jack delivered another insult to Vladimir, she delivered a shard of the Green House glass into his left shoulder blade.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:52 pm
(No worries. It merely means that we must utilize improvisational skills, one of the delightful challenges which makes RPing fun! And no need for formality! Learn to combine foral and informal tongue to make something a bit more casual! No need to sound smart in front of us, but we still must respect any language preferences you may have! Just have fun and enjoy yourself!)
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:57 pm
[Perhaps my next character shall speak differently as you have your Shinigami son Aizen...]
Immediately, Rosalind clutched her wrist and staggered back. Blood flowed steadily from a gash mid-palm.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:00 pm
(Hee-hee-hee! It's difficult to imagine you mastering an ebonic tongue! I must bid you good-night. My bedtime doth approach. Later!)
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 9:33 pm
[As it turns out, by some error of sorts, my internet has not yet ceased...]
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