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Let's Knock Some Life Into This Place

Discussion in 'Archive' started by Become, Apr 29, 2010.

  1. Apr 29, 2010 #1
    Become

    Become The Pink Opaque Staff Member Moderator Content Writer

    Location: http://blog.lib.umn.edu/linn0100/architecture/<Entry Body>/New York City.jpg

    I've decided to throw us all a nice little battle, to liven up the arena that some of worked so hard to get. The battle, as is, will be kept within the realms of simplicity in powers, as well as in character sheets, which will be minimal for the sake of speedy start. My character sheet will be as such:

    Name: Iguru Arashi
    Age: 18
    Gender: Male
    Affinity: Air
    Weapon: http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n2/sirreginald/WoodenSword.jpg

    ((And that will do it. A simple sheet, with appearance and the like to be covered in an IC post. try to keep your powers out of the realms of obscurity. We'll begin when at least two others have shown up)).
     
  2. Apr 29, 2010 #2
    Reonarudo Butsuchiru

    Reonarudo Butsuchiru Banned

    Let's Rock!

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    Name: Reon Hiru
    Mode of Combat: Martial Arts
    Age: 16
    Date of Birth: November 26
    Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
    Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed, and endurance
    Height: 6"0
    Weight: 160 lbs.
    Hair Color: Blue
    Eye Color: Gray
     
  3. May 5, 2010 #3
    Become

    Become The Pink Opaque Staff Member Moderator Content Writer

    What fools.... The city street below Iguru Arashi, stared at through a large office window like a big screened TV, was filled with the oblivious sorts. They mopped around their behemoth settlement with impunity, trashing everything that they happened to come into contact with; it was evidenced so strongly by their insensitive crowding upon this mass of huddled land. Millions of people, occupying nothing more than an island was just preposterous, even if they didn't live there. "What good are any of them, Mr. Reed?" Iguru asked the crunched up, knocked out body slumped on the floor. He got no answer other than silence, which was what he had preferred and expected from 'Mr. Reed'. "Just as I thought," he said sarcastically, running a hand back through his smooth mop of snow white hair.

    Then there came a creaking sound within the office; the sound of the door coming open. Someone had come for Reed... or for Arashi. "I suppose you've come to stop me," he said from behind the back side of teh high office chair.
     
  4. May 8, 2010 #4
    Reonarudo Butsuchiru

    Reonarudo Butsuchiru Banned

    Reon Hiru stepped amongst the rather lively clump of people in the large metropolis and gazed up to the sky and grinned. Today was a good day. He had gotten off of work early and with a rather large check that was sent to his mailbox in his apartment within the city and his girlfriend was getting ready for a date with him that would last late into the night. Maybe he would take her to that very nice restaurant that was next to the park. Things were going just fine. Just the last night he had save an old man from being robbed by getting the jump on the guy and punching him through the wooden fence of the local junkyard. The old man had been the owner of the junkyard and got into some trouble with a guy that had his car in the impound and wanted it back. The old man told him that it wasn't his place to give him back his vehicle but then the guy got violent. It was just then that Reon had been following the trail of a guy that had stolen a car and was following his trail. He got the guy good and the old man thanked him and was marveled by his high experience in martial arts. The guy had tried to run up on Reon with a lead pipe but he simply stepped to the side, caught the guy by the throat and kicked him clean through the fence. The guy was arrested for assault and left the scene of the crime with two broken ribs and a shattered sense of pride of getting manhandled by a sixteen-year-old boy.

    Yes, things were going well...but sooner or later something would happen. That's when he heard the screams of s mother and the honking of an incoming truck. He looked to see a five-year-old girl picking up a red rubber ball when the truck was heading straight for her. Come on kid, run! The child stood there, eyes wide and mouth slightly open at the towering mass of metal and Pepsi beverages. In an instant, Reon was in front of the child and his hand were pushed out in front of him. The truck immediately stopped in its tracks. A large dent was in the front of it and the driver was breathing heavily. The little girl looked up at Reon with amazement. Sure she was two blocks away but he had gotten there in such a fast amount of time and stopped the truck that was speeding out of control. A large hiss came from the truck and white smoke puffed out from the engine which had been crushed by Reon's intervention. He looked at the little girl and smiled brightly.
    "You should be a lot more careful, little girl," Reon said.

    Behind him was a trail of fallen people who had been thrown back at the sudden acceleration of Reon. In only ten seconds he had covered 200 meters and by himself stopped a truck that was around 1,000 pounds coming at him at 100 mph. He grinned and saluted to the parent of whom was running with open arms to her child and placed his hands in his pocket and stepped back to the sidewalk as a few cop cars blared and encircled the truck to get it moved to the side so that the traffic could continue.
    "Just another day," Reon said, smiling as a Dance/Electronic song played on his iPod nano, "Just another day..."
     
  5. May 11, 2010 #5
    Become

    Become The Pink Opaque Staff Member Moderator Content Writer

    Easy.... Just.... Too easy. Another tow bodies mounted onto the count not even seconds following their intrusion. There, upon the velvet carpeting, their resting place would remain until someone found them, or until the fell into total decay. In their final expressions, Arashi could make out the fears that filled their hearts; the fears of death, of failure, of not being everything that the world expected them to be. "Fools. Sheep. Just like the rest of them. It's always the same with you guys, isn't it?" This he spoke with his back turned, and his eyes sealed shut as he walked back to his dear friend, Mr. Reed as another troupe of feet bulldozed their path down the hall. "Doesn't all that noise ever get to you, Mr. Reed?"

    Sticking a solitary hand inches from the glass surface, he took to work, exercising each molecule of air he could muster before him. They compressed, circulated, vibrate even, and began pushing out, lashing against the fragile surface before them. IT stood no chance in the end; the pressure placed upon the glass forced Arashi a way out of the cage, and with a headlong, though misplaced sense of vigor, he leaped from the opening to the bustling streets hundred or more feet below. Naturally, eyes looked at him, and looked back in front, for things like this were taken to granted in city life. But his desire was to give them something that wasn't covered under the 'norm.' Time.... Now.

    With as little ease as the window breaking, the assassin conjured air into motion beneath his feet, steadily building its force over the course of the fall, until at the right moment, the right height, he landed perfectly on the sidewalk. Again, he got a set of stares; this time they were more frantic, more panicked really, for few people in the city had seen a man fall from one hundred feet and not get injured. The stare at freaks. But a man in need, caked half-dead against the pavement would just get a nervous glance, and a cold shoulder. "Look out," he said, more to himself than to those around him, before forcing another movement of air: A light gust, pushing out in a narrow diameter around him. But as most small things tend to do, this gust grew larger, until the sidewalk's inhabitants couldn't even bear to stay standing against the force. They blew back, or just slid, depending on their resilience, and position. Good times.
     
  6. May 12, 2010 #6
    Reonarudo Butsuchiru

    Reonarudo Butsuchiru Banned

    Reon turned about to see a man that obviously had some strange ability to control the wind. He saw other people stumbling over and a few cars stopping and being pushed around. Reon puffed his cheeks out and ran towards the man with his superhuman speed. He stood right behind the man, unaffected by the light gusts and poked him in the back of the head and said rather quizzically, "Um, dude? What are you doing? You looking for trouble?" He hated these kinds of guys. The kinds of guys that just wanted to see other people suffer under their heel and walk away willingly. He had dealt with a few of them before. One of them was even able to cause explosions just by snapping his fingers. He wasn't really expecting much of this fellow though, who was simply making winds that were a little too strong for those that didn't have some sort of power that increased their weight say...superhuman strength and durability? He frowned slightly and tilted his sunglasses to show his potential opponent his gray eyes and said again but slightly louder after realizing that his voice was somewhat inaudible under the gusts of wind, "Hey, pal! You wanna leave or what?!"
     
  7. May 12, 2010 #7
    Become

    Become The Pink Opaque Staff Member Moderator Content Writer

    Arashi took the sharp poking sensation, rapping against the back of his head with a dose of annoyance. Why was it that people liked to be the tough guys? Slowly, the currents of air settled back to a calm, and Arashi, easily pissed that his fun had been interrupted, turned to his deemed opponent, showing nothing more than the profile of his scratched, scarred, and overall, older looking face. "Me? Leave? oh dear me so! I've only just arrived here, and you're telling me to get out? What manners are those?" He turned around fully, holding his katana before him; it still dripped with blood from the security men, but was quickly drying off in the sunlight. "Seeing as my work has been delayed.... No. I won't be leaving just yet."

    He took a look around. The people he had been pushing around with wind had begun to retreat down and up the city blocks, putting as much distance between themselves and him as they possibly could. "Well. It looks like my friends have decided to ditch me." Air set into motion along the blade of his sword, compressing into something of a blade of its own, latched near the edge, waiting to be used. "Since they've all left me, how would you like to be my friend now?" The air, without prep, nor motion from its mastering practitioner, drove forward to sever the other into shred. "Let's see how well you play!"
     
  8. May 12, 2010 #8
    Reonarudo Butsuchiru

    Reonarudo Butsuchiru Banned

    Reon's sunglasses lfited from his face as he flipped back, narrowly dodging the cutting wind. His palms slapped against the street pavement and his feet thromped on the ground making a slight crunch from a newspaper he had stepped on. He looked back and patted his forehead, realizing that his sunglasses had left his face. He looked back to see them on the grey sidewalk, split in two in their once wonderful black steel glory. "Aw, man! What?!" He craddled the destroyed accesory in his hands and his upper lip twitch slightly. He looked over his shoulder and noticed that his weapon had dried blood on it. He looked at the crimson stained blade then at the scarred face of his opponent and squitned at him before dropping the destroyed sunglasses and standing up, folding up the sleeves of his red jacket so that they would be over his elbows. He pushed them up slightly so that he could bend his arms up comfortably. "Okay then, guy," he started, shifting his feet so that he was in a slightly balanced stance. He brought up his left hand and it clenched into a tight fist and his right hand waved out and formed into an open palm position and he began to lightly bounce on his heels. Alright, seeing how this guy could cut me up without even trying I need to be careful. It was obvious thta his enemy was different from anyone else he had ever face due to his finesse with his blade and his control over his powers. Rushing in blindly without planning something would make him predictable and vulnerable to a fatal wound. The last thing he wanted was to get bloodied up and have this bastard running about slaughtering more people. He made a few wooting noises that sounded close to that of Bruce Lee and with his left fist brought a flicked up thumb and pushed it on the side of his nose. His eyes flashed and he rushed in with great speed. He counting the rotations of the visible wind circles of his enemy and brought his right hand to his waist and launched it forward, aiming for his enemies gut, ready to knock the wind right out of him. Hah...wind, he thought seeing the unwanted pun as bright as day in his mind.
     

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