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Xeios You WANKER!         Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios calmly walked to Keira's office. Where he watched Dalit being carried in. He moved forward a few step, and he was outside the door. He glanced back.
"You will need no more security than I..." Xeios spoke very maliciously once more. And he grinned an age-old and tell-tale grin that could surely bring about nothing but destruction. He tapped his cane on the ground and the long thin shadow from the cane seemed to spread and grow. The walls became covered in this shadow, and Xeios stood alone, with the only light shining around him, but not on him. Thousands of eyes appeared throughout the shadows on the walls and Xeios himself. He opened his coat revealing a large, yellow eye upon the center of his chest. Strange growls were heard from the walls. Near the eyes sharp, piercing teeth were forming, the growls became louder. And what looked like demonic dogs were randomly biting and snapping out. Xeios held the cane, still against the groun, his white fangs shining in the dim light. "So you came..." He said with a growl. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios turned back to look at Jack.
"These will bite you, so do not try to get in my way. If you stay in the other room and use supporting magic, you will be much more helpful to me. These...minions of mine will sprout up and defend you. If I will them to..." Again Xeios grinned evilly. He was awaiting patienty a fight. And he made it certain to Jack that if he tried to interfere too much he would be a target for Xeios' attacks as well. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Footsteps entered the arena. There were no other sounds. All applause had ceased. Veiwers gaped in awe. The white haired young man with the crimson dresshirt. Unbuttoned and left flying in the breeze. his bare chest. Or would be bare chest was covered in clean white bandages. Made entirely from cloth, they are enchanted to restrict the man's power. The bandages reached all the way to Xeios' hands, but did not cover his fingers. However, upon each finger was a single ebony ring. Tarnished silver actually. But now they looked more ebony. Upon his chest, his right breast specifcally, was a black adamantine breastplate, and a thin wire, made of the same material, was hooked to The sword upon the back of the man. The sword known as Soulsteel. The man's pants were made of a black leather, in the style of Jeans. Upon the left side of the man was a sword sheathed in black metal. With yellow strands of string entwined in the handle of the katana known as Shinfu. The man's black combat boots made the clicking sound. And his black circle glasses shone in the sunlight. Upon his face he held an evil smile. And in between his lips, a cigarette was placed, tracing a thin line of smoke through the air.
"This is Xeios!" A vocie boomed from the microphone, it was Ayla. "A half-demon, half-human contender!" Xeios nodded slightly at the mention of his name. A light reflected off his white belt, more specifially, his Iron cross belt buckle. Xeios loved everything that symbol stood for, except for the false religion it represented. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios grinned, his foe remembered him.
"Too long Shuyin." Xeios said in an almost human voice. "May the best man win." Xeios extended his hand in peace. Yet a smile stretched across his face, in a very dark way. Xeios meant no harm by this smile, it was just meant to make his foe paranoid. With his left hand, he too pulled the circle sunglasses from his eyes. Folded them, and placed them into his pants pockets. The cigarette placed lightly in Xeios' lips bobbed slightly as he spoke. And his elegant long hair was blown back slightly, from the emittance of his power. Shuyin's aura was entrancing, but Xeios did not want enough to be noticed. He liked being the underdog, not being thought much of, and coming back to win in the end. he only truly felt an underdog to one fighter...The one fighter who had destroed him twice. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| OOC- the demon dogs are made of pure shadow and are unable to be hit by anything physical. Therefore, all of your demon dogs are dead.
Xeios moved the shadows in a thin path from the main door to him, he was prepared to allow Dasso through. He calmly grinned as he drew his cane sword, revealing its brilliance for the first time. "Chaos, leave this one to me." Xeios telepathically spoke to Chaos. And then to Cairoi, the exact same message. in an instant four arms shot from Xeios' back, made entirely of physical shadows. In each one, was a hardened shadow blade. Which glowed in an incandescent light. The arms stretched outward, and spun the blades in their hands. The eye on Xeios' chest was bright. It had advanced magical power hidden within it, and it was staring into the heart and whats left of the soul in Dasso. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Reiz must have been a fool since he did not shrink back. He only knew fear from one man. a man, she was not, and he, she was not. He walked up to the dummy. He examined it for a moment. He noticed it's fear was of a combination of things. But mostly, Death. His body was enveloped in shadow, a large cloak seemed to appear over him, and a shining metal scythe. A cold skeletal hand gripped a single card. The Jack of Spades, referred to as the Death card. A thin fog poured from the corpse's lips. Flesh still clinging in clumps to is raggard skeleton. The scythe coming ever closer to the bod yof the dummy, in a quite ominous way.
OOC--Allow Reiz to actually scare the dumy, he's supposed to know what he's doing, but I can't really tell what I'm suposed to make him do until you actually start the lesson. Also, say something about him using an advanced technique that the first years will not be using, so you can at least reprimand him for that... |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios returns the nod, and makes a slight shake in his hand, signaling a small salute. His left hand delicately touched the now half-burnt cigarette. As he removed it from his mouth smoke eminated in a thin wisp. He grinned once more.
"My mentor was weak and died long ago. The cigarettes did not necessarily kill him. I did. When I poisoned the filter, he never saw it coming..." Xeios' grin truly expressed much evil at this point. "If you will." Xeios motoned once more to Shuyin with his hand, giving him a go ahead to attack. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios smiled as the four arms flexed. He realized what The Cross had done, and he was prepared to right the situation. He stepped slowly forward the arms showing the weapons off. The cane sword bobbed up and down slightly. And Xeios knew who the cross was, his brother...or the closest thing to it. Not vampiric, an experiment, a true mutant. A freak of nature. And since it had, 'been brought to Xeios' level of power.' He would need to step it up a notch, just enough to destroy The Cross.
"Well, come at me then you COWARD! You facade of greatness created from man's folly. The scourge of the world, equivalent to scum upon the earth. A being only equal to the ower held in my boot. Come at me and face a true vampire, a real being of power!" |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| This clan bites now, peopl got all hiped up about clans and it died like a fad. If anyone wants to prove me wrong, then start doing some things, train each other so that the worst in the clan is equivalent to the best(current) member. you couldn't beome as good as its once leader...me. for, you don't have any ambition to excell or to get any better at all. | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| How about offering me the lightweight belt. I do believe I am a good enough fighter to deserve it. And If we are classifying on actual skill, I really do not know what belt I would deserve, but since the lightweight belt is open, that should do nicely... | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| OOC---I find this prior attack by Shuyin to be a complete and utter godmd. He says that Items I have in my possesstion are being affected by a magic which he has not given me any sort of oppourtunity to dodge. Therefore, in order to avoid this attack, I would find it necessary to god-mod myself. Shuyin, repost in a way that you would not be godmodding or you will bear the judgement of an outside person, a judgement which I would agree by his descision no matter what side he/she takes. You have...*taps on a calculator* Three days! | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Maybe something like,
Master Belt Grand Master Belt Supreme Grand Master Belt And then, Legends Title Ancients Title Tag-Team Title Other assorted rank title. This way, Each fighter could only have ONE belt, but as many titles as they wanted to have. That way it would be fair to everyone... |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios spat once in Dasso's face.
"It is not that I lost my modesty, or that I lower myself to pitiful insults, It is simply that I find your entire self, your complete falseness, to be extremely obnoxious. So you find yourself in a predicament. Leave and live, or fight and at least be mortally wounded." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| The illusion faded away, and Reiz had not even brought anything to the front of the room with him. His staff was sitting on his desk still. He looked cockily at Hecate.
"But miss, it was only an illusion, I'm sure that is acceptable." He turned in place and stepped back to his chair. The callsmates looked more frightened than the dummy. Reiz did not not at what, the fact that he easily showed an advanced ability, or that he talked back to Hecate with absolutely no fear. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| A grin wiped across Xeios' face. The shadow arms and their weapons dissapated. He grabbed the sheath of his cane sword, and replaced it. He bowed low, and muttered a few unheard words. He rose back and spread his arms wide.
"You have not what it takes to kill me, if you do, then strike me down where I stand!" Xeios turned his back to the Cross, and muttered a few more unheard words. A strange glow came about his eyes. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| OOC- Where are the shin-ra in theis RP, I think they left because some of the rpers suck...
At least compared to them. Sorry for long post, but read the whole thing please, the whole thing sort of ties together.... ----- A man was standing in the bathroom. His hands were placed on either side of the dingy sink. He could not believe what this place had come to. He remembered the good days, the days when the whole club was new, no more than three years ago. Stainless steel bathrooms, glass floorings. Lights everywhere, and cameras in more places. He turned his head slightly and looked at the security camera. It was sideways, most obviously broken by some angry patron. Or possibly...a Matron, visiting the bathrom for some time away from the club, and to have sex in a more open place. He knew what went on here. He had been here too many times to count. there was constant sex on the dance floor, but he thought that, though it may be fun now, that the rash or some other problem which he could very well encounter later, would be too much of a worry. The man was very handsome. HIs features represented those of beauty in a man. His features were more common with females. His smaller than average nose, and his slender build. His lips were slightly larger than an average man's lips. His teeth were a bright white, and his eyebrows arched in an attractive way. His eyes were spectacular, as his female freinds had told him. Pale blue, and at some points almost grey. His eyes seemed to change with emotion, getting brighter with happiness, and duller with sadness. His hair was a jet black, and parted across his face. The large sum of his hair was sent to the left side of him, and it left a sort of angle across his forehead. Even for his slender build, he was muscular, and was powerful enough to take down most foes. If he could not take down a foe, however, he would simply use his revolver. Also black, and concealed in his black cowboy boots. The boots were not overly flashy, but the rest of his garb was. Hisblack leather jacket, which was normally tight fitting, was open and loos. Revealing his tight crimson tee shirt. His black leather pants, fit tightly too, in a rockstar sort of way. His belt was straight black, but had a shining buckle. This buckle represented many things. One of those, would be a part of German history, the Iron Cross. The entire buckle did not shine, but the outlying rim of the cross itself, shone in a white gold color. The flickerring light danced above the man's head. Throwing moments of darkness and shadow about the room. He remembered why he was here, and washed his hands in the sink that was dirtier than his hands. An ironic situatin he thought, and almost laughed, but withheld it for fear of being thought crazy. The man was only twenty. But he had come here since he was seventeen, and always found ways to sweettalk the waitress into giving him a drink or two. This club was like a second home to him. Home...That was a foreign word to the man. A home was a place where love was present. He knew little of love. And its underlying meaning to him, was sex. But he had not loved, to say the least, he had 'made love' many times. But he had felt nothing other than the moment for them. He was a young and attractive man, very little was off-limits to him. He reached into his cowboy boots, and pulled the revolver from them. The peacemaker, he thought at once, an odd name for a gun, but one that lived true to its name. If the aggressor was dead, there would be peace. He placed the gun in a more comfortable place, his inside coat pocket. He slowly took steps towards the doorway, and pushed it open as if it were a mere plaything. The music was around him already, and the people were dancing. He gracefully maneuvered around the couples losing control of themselves, and the scenes of what would be considered 'R' rated material. Out fo the corner of his eye, he saw a man grabbing a woman who obviously did not want to be touched, and pulling her off to the side. He heard the woman scream, but it was dull compared to the music. In no time the young man was standing over the two, with a grimace upon his face. "What are you doing with that woman?" The dirty oaf of a man responded drunkily, "She wants sa ge' frisk'ee wi'f me, n' den she f'rows mah feewin's to za floo' I'm ma teechin' her, a less'n." The girl looked at the drunk with a disgusted look, and the drunk continued to rape her as if the younger man was not there. The woman began crying, that was somethign the young man could not stand. A gunshot went off, but most of the people there thought it was the snare of a guitar, or the popping of a shampagne bottle nearby. The woman fell into the young man's arms, and he held her close. With a gun letting off a thin trail of smoke, barely visable in the sweaty club. "My name's Jack. I'm glad I noticed you, such a pretty girl should not be defiled by such a bastard." The woman merely weeped as a response, she had obviously never been near someone who's died before, or been raped. One of the two. Jack pulled her off of him, and she stared into his blue eyes with tear-filled ones. He walked away, and then he was gone. The woman never knew anything but the name of her rescuer. She left the club right away and would never return. Jack did not care, he moved on. He could not handle an emotional girl right now, he did not want to be connected to her in any way. He saved her, and boosted her confidence, but left as if it were an easy task. Killing a man with no true motive. He was not being affected in any way. But he pushed thoughts of this sort from his mind He noticed another girl. Long hair dangling to har waist, maybe even below that. Her tight leather skirt revealed her backside, which was very nice. Her tank top, a bright blue, made her look a bit out of place in this dingy club. She appeared to be a shining star of beauty. He walked closer, but noticed a group of men with her. 'Figures, typical woman' he thought to himself. Jack walked to her, and to the bouncers. "Scar, Tissue, allow me passage to see Reno, I have to tell him something of grave importance." With a slight movement of his jacket, he revealed the revolver to the bouncers. But more importantly, the fact that one of the chambers was missing a bullet, but had a casing left behind. The bouncers parted just enough to let Jack in. He reached back and grabbed the beautiful woman's hand, and pulled her through the gap, leaving the others standing in one spot. He led her down a series of doors and hallways. Until they reached a steel door, a big heavy steel door. "My name is Jack Ballain, and you never would have gotten past Scar and Tissue asking politely or even forcing your way through. You need a voice activated call to this room from each of them in order for the door to even open. Ask politely and they would let you through, but not tell you which way, or open the door for you. Force your way through, and a security breach would be activated, sending hundreds of more powerful men to apprehend you. Even with a big gun you could not hold that many off for long. The trick is, you need a true affair which concerns the club directly." Jack pressed his hand on the door and smiled at the girl. "Now, what might your name be? And why are you here? I'll let you though in a moment, but I just would like my questions answered." (Last edited by Xeios on 08-06-05 02:07 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Yes, come out of retirement and kick some ass. Teach Benja that he does not deserve the belt.
Anyway, If you take it back and retire again, (who are you Micheal Jordan?) you can give it to the person you consider the greatest battler on here. Oh, and I still think that belts and titles should be considered two different things. I don't think there should be a restriction on having a belt and a title. For instance, If I have the middleweight belt, I could also have the Legends title, or Tag Team champ title. Just not the heavy or lightweight belts. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| ooc- I was still attacking you, I said so didn't I? Try the first sentance. And why wouldn't I be able to defend a teammate if I wanted to. Say you had a friend that was being shot at, and you had a bulletproof vest on, and you jumped in the way of your friend so that neither of you would take damage, Wouldn't that be the better more realistic idea, instead of letting your friend get shot in the heart? Edit thine post to accustom my attack too. | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Hmmm, very nice. I applaud you on your extensive research. Not let me see, Technically, if one wanted to acheive zero mass, they would find it necessary to create a spell to do so, then they would need to fnd a way to accellerate themselves by gathering energy from nearby planets, etc. So in other words, still nearly impossible. But as long as we are being technical here, I will just say that someone needs to know a whole freaking lot to even attempt light speed travel. |
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