Sakura
Anything But Ordinary
^^^ is kiba's english voice actor dressed up as kiba at some convention
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Post by Sakura on Nov 20, 2006 19:10:40 GMT
Chupa Nakamura was a young male vampire he was wearing a pair of jeans and a top he had a small piercing in his nose and he as he arrived outside the Samhiem Arena he checked his watch 11.50pm. I am going to miss it at this rate he thought to himself but as he got closer he found that there was not much of a queue. “I hope I do not miss it” he said to himself as he crossed the road to the arena. He did not normal go out of the house as he trust no on but his girlfriend made him
When he enter the arena he headed to the front of the arena and sat himself him self next to a pale young woman. He hated being around all this humans as he get this urges he cannot control then he could smell the sent of blood something he had not smelt in a long time he took the seat next to the girl and he caught himself in time and fought down the urge to feed on the plentiful supply of blood around him. He could not wait for the fight to start.
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Post by skati on Nov 28, 2006 17:45:28 GMT
Terry shoved his free hand back into the front pocket of his hoody and turned his head just enough to see the succubus behind him. A small smile appeared on his lips. "So, you showed up after all."
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Post by Mr Spock on Nov 29, 2006 20:58:15 GMT
"How could I not? It's my type of ruckus." Cate grinned and brushed her red hair back again, meeting his eyes with hers.
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Post by skati on Dec 12, 2006 19:40:32 GMT
Terry made a “hmph” sound and turned his head back around. As he started leaving the locker room, Terry raised his hand to wave back at Cate. In a few moments, he found himself in the center of the arena, where the match was to take place. The announcer was still calling his name as he arrived. In addition to the announcer’s calls, there was lots of cheering from the crowd. Terry’s smile grew wider and his blood began to burn from excitement and anticipation. In front of him was a large, and wide, steel cage. It was there that the fight would take place. Terry could see that the Hungarian, Lajos, was already in the cage, waiting for him with arms crossed in front of his chest. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” Terry said with a smile as he entered the cage. “Well, are you ready?” Lajos raised his head and smiled. “Come on, rookie,” he said as he raised his open hands, getting into his fighting stance. OOC: I'm sure so many of you are probably thinking "finally" . Anyway, what do you all think about moving into the intro of the first arc now?
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Post by Taya on Dec 13, 2006 17:01:07 GMT
OOC: yes please, *pokes Skati* 'bout time
IC:
Morrigan gripped the railing at Terry's appearence. Terry always made her nervous whenever he deceided to do something stupid like this. she didn't even noticed how white her knucklkes were all she could do was watch Terry and pray to the goddess that he wasn't going to get himself killed. It wasn't like she didn't think he was strong, but one never knew about the other guy.
"Come on, Terry. Come on, Terry." Morrigan whispered under her breath.
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Post by Mr Spock on Dec 15, 2006 20:27:43 GMT
Cate followed out of the dressing room after Terry had left. Out of accordance with her carefree nature, her heart was pounding very heavily in her chest. Too heavily. In the shadows that she was sneaking though, a look of worry crossed her face.
"Come on Terry."
It was a soft utterance. Almost silent. She just hoped he knew she was rooting for him as she made her way to the edge of the corridor and peered out at the cage.
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Post by sokymo on Dec 16, 2006 22:46:39 GMT
Veila leaned forwards slightly, at the long-waited appearance of the werewolf. She needed to watch closely, to assess his skills, for they were needed...greatly, where she worked. Veila hoped that she would be able to speak with Terry after the match...assuming that he won, of course. If he could not win against his opponent, then Veila did not know if he would be a good find after all.
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Dragon
Just Like Jesse James
Rawrness!
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Post by Dragon on Dec 18, 2006 21:32:03 GMT
Taylor sat leisurely back in her seat, her arms neatly folded across her stomach as she looked on at the cage. Her eyes falling upon terry and Lajos, "I have no doubt, you will loose." she said in a low voice, her breathing covering it from most audible ears, "Just don't play with him to much."
Sam was a bit more into what was unfolding than what her lover was. She sat on the edge of her seat her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward looking at her old friend. She had seen him fight before and it was always a great sight to see. Though Taylor seemed very leisure and carefree about this fight, Sam had a feeling it would be more than what anyone expected. "Let's see how far he pushes you." she said seeing the match about to begin as her eyes feel upon the opponet and then upon Terry.
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Post by skati on Mar 3, 2007 17:55:28 GMT
OOC: Quality over quantity, eh? Hopefully this post has enough quality to make up for my lateness...
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The two began to circle each other, trying to spot an opening in the other's defense. This continued for a while, in silence, save for the spectator's calls to “get it on.” They ignored them though. For these two warriors, there was nothing else outside of each other. No one else existed for them.
After a few more minutes, the silence was broken by the Hungarian man, Lajos. “For a warrior so young,” he began in a thick accent, “you have no obvious opening in your defense. I truly am impressed.”
“Likewise,” Terry replied with a smile. The smile quickly became a smirk. “Why don't we just skip this little dance and get straight into it?”
The Hungarian himself smiled. “Love to.”
And then it began. Terry hurled himself at his opponent, fist cocked. His punch was sent full force, but the Hungarian was ready for him. Lajos read the boy's movements and anticipated his attack. Before the blow could land, he moved to the boy's left and sent his own punch, a right hook, towards him. Meanwhile, Terry's momentum caused him to hunch over a bit when he missed his strike. He spotted Lajos out of the corner of his eye and quickly moved forward while simultaneously pushing his opponent's fist out of the way with his free hand. The boy countered by turning in the same direction and punching downwards with the same hand he first struck with. Again, Lajos was ready for him. This time, however, Lajos moved backwards a bit rather than parrying the blow. Terry's punch instead fell on the mat with such force that it left a dent. The boy quickly raised his head and glared at the Hungarian, his lips pulled back in a silent snarl.
Instead of getting back into his stance, the Hungarian merely straightened up. The smile was still on his face. “Your speed is impressive, boy. It'll help you to cover up your mistakes. Your technique is good too, but could still use much improvement.”
“What are you getting at, old man?” The boy snapped.
Lajos' smile widened. “Have your masters not talked to you about this. Yes,” he began as he noticed Terry's 'how do you know about them' look, “I have heard about your previous opponents, those that took you on as a student. Since it appears they haven't mentioned it, I'll do so myself.” He could see the anger return in the younger one's face. “You are far too eager to end this quickly. You put everything you have into your earlier punches hoping to score an early knockout. You'll just tire yourself out quicker doing that, boy. It is common sense. Every fighter knows this...or is it that you think you have more than enough stamina to make up for it?” He could see the young wolf bristle at that. His last comment had been dead on. “If you think you'll defeat me like you've done your previous opponents, you are sadly mistaken. Your show of strength does not scare me at all. In fact, it just makes me even more excited. So, why don't you just quit with trying for early knockouts and just have some fun...and I'll quit holding back as well.” Terry started at that. Had he been holding back? No, there's no way. He's only human. Despite his thoughts, Terry found himself smiling. “If that's the way you want, then fine. I'll quick holding back, old man.” Terry found himself relaxing back into his stance, his smile growing wider.
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It roamed the streets of Samhein, leaving a trail of destruction and screaming citizens in its wake. The only observer that would not run was the bright moon in the sky. The creature was an 8’3” man made abomination. It had a massive frame and yellowish skin crisscrossed with stitches, as if its creator was not satisfied with the creature’s original body. The flesh was also in various states of decomposition. Its hair, if it could even be considered hair anymore, was gray and unkempt. All it seemed to have were thin strands that did little to cover up the stitches on its skull.
The creature appeared to have neither rhyme nor reason as it slammed its massive fist into the side of a nearby car, sending it hurling into the closest building. It roared loudly as it continued this behavior, coming closer and closer to the arena.
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Post by sokymo on Mar 4, 2007 2:11:17 GMT
((Nice fight scene! I've sort of given up on this forum and I don't even like Veila anymore, so I'm writing her out.))
Veila was very disappointed. Terry seem weak, and not fit for the department. She didn't feel like wasting her time and sitting here watching a pointless battle, so she stood up, picking up her things, and left.
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Post by Mr Spock on Mar 4, 2007 22:33:00 GMT
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As Veila was leaving, it began to rain. The raindrops seemed to get heavier and heavier, and all of a sudden, from the sky, a huge piano plummeted down and landed on the unfortunate Veila's head, snapping her neck immediately and causing a horrendous *crunch* sound as it did. As the rain began to clear away, The piano began to mysteriously fade, along with Veila's mangled corpse...
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Post by Mr Spock on Mar 5, 2007 23:45:12 GMT
Cate's eyes followed Terry around the ring, stalking and stalking. Although she'd never admit it, she was quite worried. She quickly corrected herself in her mind, asking who she would annoy if Terry were to get himself mangled. She flicked the red hair away from her face again, and her eyes never left the box as she strained to hear the vocal exchange. Of course, this was impossible. Irritated and too curious for her own good, Cate grinned slightly before turning to make her way through the crowd towards the box, completely non-existent to all those around her as she got closer and caught the final snippets of conversation.
"...I'll quit holding back, old man."
At the sound of this, Cate grinned silently and rested her elbows on the edge of the cage slightly, watching almost leisurely as she saw Terry visibly relax into his fighting stance. He wouldn't lose.
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Post by Taya on Mar 6, 2007 0:17:24 GMT
"YOU CAN DO IT, TERRY!" Morrigan shouted over the noise of the crowd. She hadn't heard a word the two fighters had exchanged, but the whole thing had made her very nervous. Shouting was great release for those nerves. Plus she knew that mind over matter was a powerful thing, so she would make sure that Terry knew someone was behind him.
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Dragon
Just Like Jesse James
Rawrness!
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Post by Dragon on Jun 4, 2007 4:56:33 GMT
((Okay it's been almost 6 months since I posted last in here but I'm back...))
Taylor watched with her light hazel eyes dancing upon the two bodies. She was expecting a bit more than what was happening. But with her heightened senses she was able to hear everyword that they spoke. A smirk formed on her face as she shifted her arms to the arm rests, the tips of her elbows gently resting on them letting her hands rest in her lap, "Finally it will begin, and a real fight is about to unfold." she said.
Sam looked at Taylor and then back to the ring, her long black braid wiping around from her shoulder to her back. She had nail marks on her knee caps in anticpation of the real fight. This was only little games compared to what Terry could really do, and she was waiting for the moment that he was at his end where he would release his true power.
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Post by skati on Jun 30, 2007 19:51:00 GMT
Terry and Lajos didn't bother with circling each other in this second round. They just rushed each other instead. The two met in the center of the ring, exchanging blows. They quickly became a whirlind of block, parry, and counter.
The boy, at first, had the upperhand due to his incredible speed. The Hungarian, however, had far more experience and skill. His experience was a big factor in his, at the moment, holding his own with the young werewolf. On top of that, his skill was aiding him and turning the tide of the battle.
"Good, good, boy," the Hungarian said as he blocked Terry's rapid, rock hard punches.
Terry finally got a lucky shot in, slamming his fist into Lajos' jaw. The Hungarian was knocked back quite a ways. "Still think that's good, old man?" he asked with a smile.
Lajos, matched his smile as he rose to his feet. The man rubbed the back of his fist against his jaw, then got back into his stance. "Very good, boy," he said.
The two of then went to launch at each other again when the sound filled the air. It started with a roar first, heard all through out the arena. After that, the sound of stone being quickly broken apart filled the arena.
"What the hell!?" Terry yelled as he turned his head to the direction the sound came.
Lajos did the same...and even he was shocked at the monstrous creature that had just burst into the arena.
Terry frowned and got back into his stance. He didn't know what this creature was or what it wanted, but he was ready to fight it, should he have to...even if that meant shifting to his real form. Out of the corner of his eye, Terry noticed Lajos doing the same. Though only human, he was just as prepared as Terry.
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