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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 8:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:08 pm
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[Okay, I may not be a member of the crew but I certainly know the rules. Lighttt, it's against the rules to post only one line in any In Character thread. If crew members see this they will tell you the same thing, but in your own posts, and if you continue to do it, they will begin to warn you.]
At the first, slight chilled feeling in his arm, the man glanced toward the boy's hand touching upon his wrist. By the look in his eyes, he truly seemed unconcerned by the sensation, or the exertion of power. Rather, instead of his arm growing cold, it became warm, a warmth that counteracted the boy's power. "I am unamused, child." his other hand then raised up, already holding within it a low, dark aura of his power which had formed in it previously. He touched his index finger against Jacob's wrist, which sent a slowly moving shade of dark over his hand, covering and even masking the bright light, and the release of force. He would probably feel a sudden, sharp ache in his hand from the restraining of his power. "Very...unamused..." his eyes narrowed sharply. But he had little time to do anything to Jacob afterwards, as Chryos build up of power soon came. But of course he could sense it, though he was hardly effected to any greater degree merely by the aura of the other man's power.
Only moments before the ice shattered had he tossed the boy aside as easily as he would brush aside a stone on the road, and give not a second thought about it. About the point where Jacob was still in mid air, the man's surroundings seem to simply...slow. But the effect was only noticeable through his own eyes. The after image of his movement could be seen, as his right hand reached behind him to take hold of the hilt coming from behind his jacket. He then drew the straight sword from it, holding it out to the side for a moment. The sword was, as staited, completely straight. The blade was probably from four, to four and a half feet in length. The hilt itself was eight to ten inches long, and completely black. The blade did not seem particularly different or unique...save for the spear head like shape at the end of it. By this time, the man's eyes were slowly following the fragments of ice which moved through the air. Everything was dark to him, save for the man in front of him, Jacob, and Scytheress...the only individuals that had any worth for the time being.
Then came the charge, the man rushing straight through the air, surrounded by frigid like energy of his essence. This man's sword, however, took on an essence that at least two of the individuals in the courtyard should be all too familiar with. It was a flame, a black flame which began to form like an aura around the blade. It did not take long for the blade to emit a full, black aura of fire. The dark eyed man then spun the sword quickly so that it was held like a knife, blade facing down. He held the sword up next to his head, like one would hold a spear...then threw it straight at Chryos. He aimed for the center point of where this blue white energy emitted from, the strongest point. At the instant the tip would even come into contact with this large aura of power, the energy would separate outward, around the black flaming sword as if it were men being swatted aside by a great demon. Neither the sword nor the flames would be frozen by this power, neither of which would turn brittle as blade hurled through Chryos' power to impale his body. There was indeed a reason why "His" bloodline was responsible for the destruction of many.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:21 pm
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Something.... Interesting was brewing in the air, and Persian was bored out of her mind. Curiosity killed the cat? Well, she was only half cat... And half dead is better than completely dead, no? Never before had this stopped Persian, oh no. She got what she wanted, found out what she wanted and killed what she wanted. Such was the life of the regal living cat girl.
Picking herself up lazily from the ground, she yawned and streached her arms above her head. Someone was batting somewhere, and Persian was going to find out who and where. Her body picked itself up, and she creeped nearer to the edge of the fight. It amused her, to some extent... Growing up with gladiators made fighting and, even more so, death so much more enjoyable.
Her tail flicked from side to side from eagerness... If only she could join the fight! Alas, not much sand was around, and it wasn't as if she wanted to summon all the sand in the dirt below them. It might be fun, but too much effort for the ever lazy and ever relaxed Persian.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:39 pm
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With the warm sun beating on her shoulders, and the fight she watched like a game, it appeared to be just like home. Her hands were brought together repeatidly, clapping softly. A grin took up her face, eyes twinkling from joy. "Wonderful!" She called as Jacob stood up from his fall. It was common courtosy to applaud ones valiant attempt to survive, though it was painfully obvious that they would die.
Something caught the sun in Jacob's hands... A crystal? She frowned. No, objects were not fun. She wanted hand to hand, magic! Guts tearing open, blood squirting out and making beautiful designs on the sand and dirt! Not pitiful, cowardly objects to aid in battle. This would be called a pathetic attempt on the side of the one with the object and they would be, in turn, killed. "No fun!" She called, placing herself as judge as if it were an event of some sort.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 9:42 pm
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