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Galactic Martial Arts Tournament!
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Post by 13 on May 1, 2015 18:27:27 GMT -6
Used to his rather painful critiques, the tiny Android girl hurried forward on silent, bare feet. Her fingers brushed across the glass as she took it in her hand, offering him a bow from the waist. She wore simple black silks that clung to her pale frame, making her look smaller, younger, and significantly more sexual than any girl her age should. “Yes, Lord,” she said softly, backing away. The bells around her ankles made soft, tinkling noises as she turned, hurrying to refill his drink.
13’s heart, whatever was left of it, filled to the brim with hatred. She wanted to ring her Lord’s neck with her bare hands, to grab him by it and feel him go limp. She was not a violent girl by any stretch of the imagination, but his father – still the ever cruel – had treated her better than this pile of agony. She meshed her teeth tightly together as she bustled about, glancing sideways to watch the action.
Angel was in the brawl below, his silver hair something she could easily recognize. She remembered how it felt sliding between her fingers, and for a moment, the memory took her far away from the Nobles she was forced to serve. The glass she held in one hand was cool, just as his skin had been, but it wasn’t the same frozen sensation that she was often forced to handle with her Lord and his companions.
Finally, she approached him once more, careful to keep her gaze averted from the action. She wouldn’t want him to know that she had any dogs in this fight. The punishment for such traitorous behavior would be severe, and she knew she’d be lucky to survive until the end of the tournament. So, instead, she presented herself before her Lord as she had been taught: she knelt on the ground, head down, arms up, hands cradling his drink. Every move she made filled the little box with the tinkling of bells, and her position exposed more of herself than she felt comfortable with.
“Your drink, my Lord.”
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Reisui
Graduated
Tread lightly, I will not forgive easily...
Posts: 102
Power Level: 32,400
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Post by Reisui on May 1, 2015 20:54:26 GMT -6
Reisui nodded at the man as he looked down at her questioningly. She hoped he knew she was on his side. As others formed a strategic stance around Angel, Reisui began to prepare her Fukitol attack towards the other extra. Hopefully it wouldn't kill them. Never kill, only wound to stop further useless fighting.
Releasing it she would holler it's name "Fukitol!"
PL= 1,950
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Project Omega
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Vendui'jal. Qualla izin ussta oloth ulu vaq'dos. The Drow Hath Spoken!
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Post by Project Omega on May 4, 2015 11:36:30 GMT -6
Idato had finally made it to the stadium. His blood boiling at the thought of finding the one responsible for forcing him to kill Dr. Shizuri. As he made his way through the stadium entrance, he felt a small twinge in the back of his head. As though someone, or something was off... As though something didn't belong... He shrugged it off thinking it was nothing more than his imagination. Making his way for his seat, Idato looks toward the ring. "Such powerful combatants..." he thought to himself, "one of them may have the answers I'm looking for..." After finally maneuvering through the people to his seat, he sat down and watched the action that had already taken way. It was an amazing battle indeed. Some creature, with silver hair similar to his, had taken out what seemed to be an overcharged human. As the human was flying through the air, he was caught by one of a group of five individuals. At that moment he felt that strange twinge again. Only this time it was much sharper, and painful. A strange signal started to go off in his head. One that would only go off if any of his fathers previous creations were within range. "This is impossible!" He thought, as he went through his databank to find out the problem. "No this can't be happening... One of the I.D.A.T.O. Series is online? And he's..." Before he could even finish his thought, a blast of energy shot through the air. A blast of energy with the same residual aura as his. He turned to look down at the entrance, and saw a figure standing with his arm extended in the direction of the fighters in the sky. His hair was silver... Just like Idato's... It was the first in the Project I.D.A.T.O. Series. Project I... An Android created from the DNA of the Makyo-Jin race.
Idato wasted no time exiting his seat, and rushing fore the entrance. He must handle I before things get out of hand. It seems his mission will have to wait. He makes it to the entrance, and sure enough, I stands before him... "What are you doing here I, and who reactivated you!?" He questioned as he readied his stance.
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Post by Vo Lang on May 4, 2015 12:45:29 GMT -6
Leon entered the VIP box to do his regular check in with his employer. Some Ice-Jin noble who needed to show off with his influence it would seem. Leon's green hair was combed back, and his blue eyes focused on the scene before him, in fractions of a second his scanners recognized a fellow mechanically enhanced individual. Android, her signal put off no call sign... Which was illegal in this part of the system. It made Leon's jaw clench, her posture, her words, her cloth...
"Status report. We are in no danger. The current issue will be dealt with."
Kolder waved a hand as he reached for his drink from 13. Twirling the liquid within the glass taking a smell of the wonderful scent.
"As usual, you things are like clockwork."
~Racist... I hope these 'Gods' outside burn a hole through this VIP box.~
Leon would spare a glance for 13, sending a mechanical signal to see if she was alright.
Outside however Idato Jr. had intercepted Project I before he could pursue the fight. Gritting his teeth at the vision of "Perfection" before him the Makyo would practically growl.
"Fool! We will deal with our own issues when the tournament actually gets going. For now, these idiots causing trouble, getting between me and proving I is the best of us must be takin care of first."
As for Resui and her Fukitol attack it would land home exploding and sending the poor bastard falling from a plume of smoke to the ground below.
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Project Omega
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Vendui'jal. Qualla izin ussta oloth ulu vaq'dos. The Drow Hath Spoken!
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Post by Project Omega on May 5, 2015 14:19:30 GMT -6
Idato gritted his teeth. Furious at the fact that one of his predecessors had been reactivated. His father had shut them down long before creating him, and had intended for them to stay that way. He lowered his fists, and turned to view the fight. Up to this point he had figured what was going on was just part of the tournament, but closer inspection would reveal that things were amiss. He turned back to I wearing the same blank expression he normally wore.
"It's hard to believe father created something as arrogant as you I, but you're right... Something must be done about this interruption, so what do we do from here?"
He turned back to the goings on in the ring area. Focusing on the individuals in the air. I had already shot one of them, so Idato decided to focus on the individual next to I's target. Focusing his life force into his left palm, he formed a black pulsating orb engulfed in purple flames, and awaited I's response.
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Post by 13 on May 12, 2015 11:48:50 GMT -6
The tiny little slave remained crouched at the side of her Lord, her gaze focused on the ground beneath his feet. He couldn't see the way her eyes focused and unfocused, her circuits quivering with the rage that simply should not have been possible. Her emotions, a pre-programmed set meant to repeat itself endlessly, had developed as she aged. She did not want him to know that she had developed anything... After all, he might have her "worked on." She needed her senses if she was going to manage some kind of escape.
When the stranger entered, she felt the tingling that always touched her skin when another "enhanced" individual arrived in her presence. Despite herself, she raised her head, tilting it to one side with interest. Teal colored hair fell around her face and confusion echoed in her eyes as she continued to look at him. This stranger with his green hair made her circuits spark beneath her skin. She couldn't help the slight little half-smile upon her lips.
Her Lord talked to him, and taking the moment, 13 stood from his side, stepping a few paces back to avoid detection. She did not want to risk his attention as her eyes strayed once more to the fight and the entrance of the newest stranger. Who was this? What was he capable of? She was watching the fight until, suddenly, she felt the whisper of curiosity brush across her. Her gaze tore from Angel, beneath them, and lifted to meet the eyes of the other Android. Her chin tilted upwards ever so slightly, her response a muted "I have to be" before she returned her gaze to the fight. She simply could not waste time or energy on something like this... If her Lord found out... She shuddered at the very thought.
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Post by Rai Sudeki on May 15, 2015 20:44:25 GMT -6
Angel ignored the other attacks that were happening around him. Keeping his eyes on the woman who was the new "leader" of the group apparently. She was mouthing off but he wasn't taking any of it.
"Oh I'm going to pay am I? Well bring it on I say!"
Angel charged a ball of Ki in his hand just holding it he didn't attempt anything not right now anyways. He wanted to wait to see what she would do he didn't know anything about her and jumping into a new fight so soon after his last one. He was healed up but only a bit. He didn't want to push his limits. Now he was going to have to fight smart not hard...
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Reisui
Graduated
Tread lightly, I will not forgive easily...
Posts: 102
Power Level: 32,400
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Post by Reisui on Jun 16, 2015 8:24:11 GMT -6
Reisui would follow after the fallen enemy, making sure to watch out for others that may try to hit her or throw something her way. Still keeping her eyes focused on the enemy, she would keep out of reach (approx. 30 ft) and be sure he was not hurt to the point of death, but still prepared to defend herself if necessary.
"Well, that seemed way too easy..." She would mumble to herself.
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Post by Vo Lang on May 1, 2016 15:45:30 GMT -6
The enemy is pushed into retreating for now, the sword vanishing with the rest of the attackers.
Everyone receives +8% PL exp.
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