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An open challenge.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Sat Apr 28, 2007 12:15 pm

Would anyone be interested in facing me? It's been a while since I've fought.

I have no preference when it comes to mode of combat or limitations.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Mon Apr 30, 2007 1:15 pm

Since my slow ass opponent in my other fight is taking forever as well as the goddamned Ghalerion thread I'll accept your challenge.

*Needs a fight badly, anyways.*

I haven't had a good fantasy fight in a good while, so I'd prefer we do if it's alright with you?

Rules: TB/hybrid
Weapons: Anything from nukes to feathers.
Writing: So long as I can understand what the hell you're saying, it's all good.
Setting: http://webarchiveor.powweb.com/download ... 5-1024.jpg
The only adjustment to that image would be is that the forest on the first layer of the picture is deleted and turned into a vast ocean. So basically you're having a seagull's view.
Powers: It's fantasy, so I don't know if I can put any type of limit on what types of powers are allowed. Time traveling clearly not a factor, you can manipulate the flow but just don't like...go back and change everything.

Anyways, I think I've set down a decent amount of rules?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Mon Apr 30, 2007 6:58 pm

Kekeke. So, would Keiichi's solipsistic powers be too much?

Anyway, stance up. I'll post after you and try to keep the florid language to a minimum.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Mon Apr 30, 2007 7:52 pm

A creature darted along the cobblestone surface of the abundance of alley ways deep within the eastern section of that poverty stricken town. One's mental condition would most likely plummet down even further if he were to come into contact with the grotesque abomination that roamed the pathways, leaving a trail of moister along the ground as continued it's movements.

It's skin being purely obsidian, quivering rather lightly as undulations along it's back began pushing up against the outer-membrane, painfully tearing and lacerating through, until alas bursting forth, revealing those eight foot each draconic wings, flapping vigorously, forcing air down against the ground until finally ascending upwards into the skies, letting out a terrible shriek from it's vocal chords, signifying it's presence as it took off in search of prey.

The tail measuring eight-ten feet in length, helped it steer it's large form through the cold night skies. Scanning the area for whatever may have been lurking around were a set of counter-colored crimson and sapphiric orbs, each taking blinking in separate intervals, the sapphire tracked down any type of electrical impulse rocketing through a being's body, where as the crimson detected the thermal signature.

Although it had come across a large abundance of possible prey items, something in the distance caught it's sapphiric eye, seeming to be more amplified in not only electrical impulses from the brain, but in the sheer way that they expanded even greater when coursing through muscles suggested that this would indeed make a good meal, and most definitely replenish and nourish Alucroas for the time being.

The emerald seerings along it's frontal appendages responded to this as well, vibrating abruptly and letting the beast who hosted them know they were no longer unconscious and in their dorment states, but however were very much awake and could feel the same energy emanating from that unknown presence that lingered off in the distance.

As a sign of it's presence, Alucroas let out a rather horrid shriek, accompanied by a deep baritonic roar, alerting it's newfound target, that he had a predator in on his hands.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Tue May 01, 2007 5:02 pm

The raucous laughter of drunkards and trollops resonated throughout the desolate streets and alleyways of London's East End, dulled by sullen windows and rotten wood. The only form of life seemed to be an animate amassment of fog that, in the stead of the mindless masses, roamed freely. The moon was at its zenith when the vapor began to retract its diaphanous tendrils, which had covered the wharfs and engulfed the dilapidated district, and began to condense within an alley that had no outlet.

As the miasma continued to densen, its formerly iridescent intangibility became encrimsoned, a tumultuous roar rising from within it to match the shriek that had escaped an abhorrent creature's throat. The peculiarity of the sight continued when a shaft of twilight shone through a cloud, penetrating the haze and casting the silhouette of a tall, gaunt figure against the grimy cobblestones. The light faded as quickly as it had fallen, leaving nothing visible but a radiance that was swallowed by the umbra of the unlit alley.

As the shape of a cloud raced past the moon in an abnormally expedient pace, the amalgamation of mist had become nothing more than wisps that were wrapped about a man's form. His arm rose from his side, the palm turned towards the heavens as the last remnants of fog congealed into the thin, metallic frame of a pair of spectacles, its glass stained the crimson of its previous state.

The motion of his arm as it bent and placed the spectacles atop the bridge of his nose was languid yet underscored with efficiency only attainable by the machinations of a finely crafted and calibrated engine. The man's delineation shimmered softly in the pale moonlight, clothing materializing to veil his finely sculpted and pallid physique. A dress shirt of sable samite, woven with fine strands of silver that mirrored that of the moonlight, covered his torso yet ended abruptly at the middle of his forearms. The collar was turned up while a loose tie of immaculate white silk hung from around his neck. Over the shirt appeared a redingote of heavily dyed linen that flared at the hem, the atramentous material seemingly suspended in mid-air by an unseen force. Finely tailored trousers that were fitted against his long limbs billowed intermittently while the rest of his attire remained motionless.

The man stepped forward, the heel of his leather boots producing a nearly inaudible thud as he surveyed his surroundings. His countenance was akin to that of the timeless Greek statues and would cause countless countesses and courtesans to succumb to the slightest glance of his brilliantly black eyes, jetty lashes of great length hanging over them. The breadth of his nose was minuscule, while the slight curvature of his nostrils gave a masculine touch to his effeminate features. The subtle turn of his upper lip, accompanied by the voluptuous suppleness of the under, was flushed with the vitality the rest of his face lacked. His chin, caught between the width of masculinity and the elegant tip of femininity was veiled with a perfectly kept tuft of hair that protruded from the fair flesh, curving ever so slightly until it ended in a fine point. Naturally curling tresses of a luxuriantly ebon coloration fell about his face, furthering the contrast between his bombazine clothing and his wan complexion. The only flaw in the entirety of his person were his wrists, which had been slit eons ago, the flesh held together by the stitching of polished strands of silver that were strung together through metallic eyelets that had been embedded in the skin of his arm. The wound was always visible and continuously flowed, causing rivulets of blood to run down the length of his fingers and pool at his side as his arms hung at his sides.

The words that he spoke were completely devoid of inflection as his shoulders fell in mock exasperation. "Not England again."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Tue May 01, 2007 6:06 pm

As the creature continued it's flight through the air, the pulsations of energy began to grow in strength, further amplifying and expanding throughout the lens of that brightly illuminated sapphiric orb, taking into account it's surroundings, the best way to solve it's problem would be by simply taking an alternate route towards it's destination.

Tendons tugged on the membrane and pulled it upwards, allowing it swiftly travel back down towards the roof tops where it would began its dash once more. It's tail swayed from left to right, making sure it didn't crash into any possible chimneys that may have gotten in it's way.

The movements were somehow different than most, as it kicked off the last building and leapt back down into the alleyways, having passed the opposition by, it left a blotch of splime it various spots by smacking it's tail into various buildings that were scattered about the corridors, leaving it's marking wherever it traveled.

Before long, it had taken a left, then another left, and a couple more until finally coming back to the same spot from where it originated, coming to an abrupt halt and merely stopping itself just a few blocks down from where it's prey lurked, locating the foe's position through the heat signature that he emanated through means of the crimson left orb.

There it waited, just in time to catch the emission of the words..."Not England again."

Although it didn't register much in the mind of the abomination, it had it's purposes which told Alucroas that it's opposition may not have been aware of it's presence.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Sat May 05, 2007 9:07 pm

The supple rose petals that were Alucard's lips thinned as he continued to observe his surroundings, a sense of indignation and a hint of contempt rising within him. His was a being that only came to such a uncouth plane of existence in order to ease his ennui, yet there was nothing here for him to do so. Perhaps he had made an error in coming to this place, but he knew that such a thought was erroneous. Mistakes were never made when it came to matters of momentary contentment. It would merely take more effort on his part to find out what, exactly, would assist him in passing a bit of time.

Waving his arm to and fro in the air, as if brushing away an inane idea, the stalk of a cigarette imperceptibly materialized between his taper-like fingers, its luminous tip a slight break in the alley devoid of light. Caught within the faint glow, the wan flesh of his facial features were tinged in seemingly sanguinary light. Bringing the filter to his lips, Alucard inhaled deeply as a trail of blood ran down the length of his arm, only to be absorbed by the silk of his shirt.

A plume of smoke rose from the corner of his mouth as he began to shiftlessly stride towards the alley's only exit, his motions completely inaudible. As he took his first step, he thrust his right hand into his pocket while the left remained at his side, the smoldering tip of the cigarette swaying slightly as he began to move away.

(( Now you've got an actual source of heat to follow. :D ))

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Sun May 06, 2007 8:02 pm

It's plan was still under preparation, however for now it would merely gather up power for the time being, testing out it's adversary for the time being and assessing the situation before making any arbitrary decisions. Somewhere in the unconscious realm of it's thoughts, an instinctive cognitive gut feeling gave it the eery notion that it's victim indeed knew it was there but was merely playing possom until something else was to occur.

Before long, it had rose it's tail into the air and thrusted it straight down into the stone surface, sending a charged current of electrical energy throughout the general area, creating a brilliant illumination of incandescent sapphiric hues, each one intertwining and wrapping about one another until creating a pseudo fence of sorts, keeping it's charge detecting optic on the energy coursing around, while the thermal detector merely observed the heat being emanated from the cigarette, waiting for a possible sporadic or temperature change around it's general vicinity.

Meanwhile, the heat being emitted eventually started to vaporize a decent portion of the viscous substance in the air, creating a rather thick fog, suitable for the weather conditions outside. What little moister was in the fog, allowed vision to be obscured while the vast amounts of evaporated liquids continued to keep a source for the energy to continue traveling through. In essence it was an electrical fence keeping in and possibly trapping it for the time being.

Concurrently, Alucroas ripped it's tail from the ground and stuck it's left frontal appendage into the foggy substance, before nearly falling to the ground from extra weight being applied.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Mon May 07, 2007 7:15 pm

The incessant crackling of electricity coursing through his immediate surroundings brought a subtle shift in Alucard's countenance, the planes of his face rising slightly so that he no longer bore the mien of some wanton noble who seeked nothing more than to satiate hedonistic tendencies, although that was what he was truly after. No, he now bore an expression that could only come from the combination of a beast, caught in the pleasure of bloodlust and the stoic composure of an intellectual. Within the azure aura's effulgence, he remained with his back turned to the energy's source, his arm rising (and remaining) so that the filter of his cigarette rest gently betwixt his lips.

His shoulders rose and fell serenely as he brought a large amount of smoke into his form, the familiar flame fading within him as abruptly as the wick of a candle being extinguished in a strong wind. The upward curve of his nostrils increased as they flared, forcing the smoke out while turning his neck so that his profile was before the beast that saw fit to brighten his way to entertainment.

The smoke that he had previously exhaled began to take shape, as far as smoke can do so. In a rather clever manipulation of the mist, Alucard had crafted a caricature of the beast impaled by its own tail while various shards protruded from its smoky flesh. A soft chuckle fell on deaf ears beneath the electrical uproar, leaving nothing else to be done but to act.

Using the arm that was suspended in the air, Alucard snapped his fingers which in turn caused the smoke to give way to a torrent of modicum blades, crafted from the smoke he had previously exhaled. Each blade hovered in the air; their temperature cooling so that they appeared to be carved out of the finest marble imaginable; before suddenly shooting forward towards the somewhat fallen beast and the barrier that surrounded it.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Tue May 08, 2007 12:37 pm

It was an odd way to start off the bout between the beast and the vampiric adversary before it, rather bewildered at what was going on until the smoke began to take form and solidify into a dangerous cluster of daggers of sorts. The substance that had fallen on it's arm immediately began to enevelop the rest of it's body, like a whirlpool it dragged the creature through, acting as a shield in order to stop the weapons from piercing flesh and relinquishing it's life.

Absorbing the daggers into the vast wall of viscous substances, they made small inflictions upon the chest region of the beast, cutting open it's middle-artery, letting out a vast amount of acidic enzymes each charged holding an enzyme that was exponentially increased in strength, cutting through the insides and opening up the gateways to the other worlds, which would inevitably unleash a rather dangerous rock creature by the name of Agron, possessing the abilities of temperature control and manipulation, standing inside the wall now along side Alucroas.

Meanwhile it's own natural reptilian traits along with the electrical energy that coursed throughout it's systems increased the rate of regeneration at a pace fast enough for not only blood plateletts to reproduce but for the hole to close shut and heal comlpetely; The process taking a few minutes rather than the hours and possibly days it took to restore flesh and muscle tissue.

Agron meanwhile began acting, heating up it's outer-layer of rock while the internal layer remained rather stoic and lifeless due to the manifested maroon runes that were etched across his body. Of course despite the fact that the creature was helping the abomination, it could care less about a simple beast made of a thousand of the same minerals.. and thus it acted, letting out a burst of electrical energy from it's mouth and into the melting layer, gathering up the minerals along with tar vapor that was brought into it's body and force it to the front where it would explode from the immense pressure that had been built up, contuining this process over and over.

Launching out through the black substance and towards opposition, splattering lava onto the ground doing a repetition, which would inevitably induce spontaneous explosions of magma. In essence his entertainment would soon be granted if one were to have a bit of patience for the attack just unleashed.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Sat May 12, 2007 11:18 am

Alucard could not help but feel his grin widen, the planes of his face rising as he bore the countenance of the Cheshire cat, its cause having been the mirth gleaned from the beast's comical cantrip. Having summoned another creature using one's body as a medium to enter a realm was nothing more than a mere matter of concentration on Alucard's behalf, but it seemed that this abhorrent wretch was required to inflict bodily harm in order to do so. Light fancifully danced along the scarlet surface of his lenses as molten rock flowed forth from the lapidarian lout, creating a rather menacing image of two encrimsoned orbs suspended in mid-air.

Alucard's smile slackened as he shifted his weight, his posture reflecting his recumbent state of mind. If only this fiend were capable of granting him more entertainment, he thought, as he sent the cigarette flying forth from the tips of his fingers, its course meant to meet that of the ever approaching magma. The nearly extinguished stalk burst into flame before coming into contact with the stream, a testament to the hellish heat.

He spun upon his heel, the hem of his redingote whipping through the air with his movements, revealing a void beneath the coat in his body's stead. It was very descriptive, as far as voids go, the atramentous absence of existence tinged with an eerie effulgence. Bestial hands sprung forth from the umbrage as Alucard reached the apex of his revolution, penumbrous ungulae digging themselves into the cobblestone, tearing loose mortar and stone and creating a trench which would prevent the magma from reaching him.

His back was once more turned towards the foul beast as the street gave way to the combination of Alucard's actions and the already damaged portion created by the beast's tail. Chuckling to himself, he slipped his hands into his pockets as he awaited retaliation from his two adversaries who were now covered in the sordid sewage that flowed beneath his feet. Peering over his shoulder, the tip of Alucard's tongue slipped past his lips, a puddle of blood having pooled around him.

"And here I thought you couldn't get any worse."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Sat May 12, 2007 11:22 pm

Alucroas ripped it's tail from the confines of the massive beast, tearing off a few chunks from his back and revealing a small portion of exposed flesh underneath the hardened epidermal layers, unleashing a revelation that showed the creature was not all that it was cracked up to be despite the brute strength it seemed to display, of course not hindering the rage that had been built up inside having been jabbed in the back and muscle punctured, it was only natural and out of instinct that it would attack the first thing it saw, and since the abomination lurked behind and Alucard was infront the only feasible option presented would be the vampiric fiend lingering infront of it as if taunting him.

Muscles heaved and allowed the gargantuan to step out of the amassed wall of that thick viscous substance, staring down his opposition with an utmost ferocity that would be dealt with soon, depending on the implications of the bout. Being the rather brainless beast that it was, Alucroas didn't consider it much of a sacrifice to bother caring what fate Agron might suffer from what it was about to do. Natural tendencies of coursed kicked in in spite of being weary of cognition, it's still heated left hand latched onto one of the cemented buildings and began melting it with the heat emanating from it's hulking frame, allowing it to gently flow over it's body and melt around it's frame, fusing with the microscopic minerals and solidifying it's previous defense once more, slicking out it's body and forming a more smoothed out surface for it's next offensive maneuver.

Hardened vocal chords rubbed together in a baritonic friction, causing a rather annoying screech and raspiness to emit throughout the area, amplifying and rattling the ears of even the one inside the realm to the point of unleashing utter insanity. Charging the man relentlessly, flailing it's arms around widly before taking a brief kick against the ground just barely making it a few feet into the air for enough momentum to fall forwards into a curled up ball, aiming to barrel straight into it's rather stoic adversary, wrapping the magma that had been dispersed on the ground prior to Alucard putting the trench in place that Agron was paying little to no attention to as it continued it's crazed roll-out.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Fri May 18, 2007 6:42 pm

The smirk that Alucard now bore was one of indifference to the charging creature and a nominal amount of contentment, knowing that he would not find the entertainment he had been seeking with such a banal beast. Time seemed to have little relevance when it came to his perception, scrutinizing each of the golem's thunderous steps, the air surrounding his form oscillating from the heat created by the molten rock. His gaze sharpened behind the lenses, the light emanating from the fiend, making them clear.

With celestial celerity and a display of unbridled force, Alucard shot forward to meet the oncoming onslaught, his body contorting with his movements so that his lithe form was now caught between the ravaging ruffian and the bricks of the dilapidated building to his back; As it passed him by, Alucard slammed the side of his hand against the earthen surface with sufficient strength to splinter a nigh adamantine substance.

As he had struck the creature, several tendrils of an atramentous substance (not unlike those used earlier) seemed to wither from the length of his arm, falling in large dollops upon the slivered stone and seeping into the rolling form's very center. An acrid scent filled the air from the flailing foe as it continued to spin past him. With his back to the mass of mucilaginous mist, Alucard began to follow the tellurian travesty's path, the hem of his coat swaying mystically in the absence of oxygen surrounding him.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Sun May 20, 2007 1:42 am

Lowered it's appendage down so it dangled in the substance before beginning to undulate from side to side, pushing it upwards through the substance the towards the top. Electrical currents flowed throughout the body and exited at the end of the ascension, allowing it to use the secreted fluids that had been placed previously in the square and connect into a roof, completely encasing the opposition within the walls of that black tarish viscous liquid.

No strange writings of inscriptions were set in place for the events about to unfold; Before long hundreds of sapphiric and crimson eyes began developing inside, each composing themselves from the thick substance and the emerald marks that had been seared across the front limbs of the creature. It was time to meet the family, erupting draconic serpentine like beasts each extending out an inner-mouth as to taste the air. A few lingering over the corpse of Agron and taking in flesh while others snapped at one another, and few more staring at both Alucroas and his opponent himself.

For the time being, after witnessing the events of Agron's fatal demise, it would simply use a test tactic, making one of the undead gargantuans to the left fire straight at the vampiric target, aiming to consume and savagely devour, having been deprived of any sort of life for the last couple of decades.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Marten on Mon Jun 11, 2007 4:57 pm

Using the pointed tip of his fore finger's nail to form a circle upon the breadth of his chin, a complacent smile crept along his countenance as his shoulders shrugged, his dejected disposition become ever more apparent as the fight continued to trot along at a sloth's pace. Lowering his arm, Alucard slipped the length of his fingers into the depths of his redingote's pockets, which in turn caused his shoulders to stoop even further, all the while grinding the heel of his boots into the cracked cobblestone.

The light that issued forth from the obscenity that was his opponent and its tactless defense doubled as it expanded its cloud, engulfing nearly the entirety of the alleyway as it did so. The faint scuttling of various minuscule limbs passing over stone met his ears, his foe obviously having failed to learn from its previous summoning and its futility. The scrambling steps grew nearer as, for the first time in eons, a sense of disdain so great passed over his persona, causing him to act with the swift severity of a general in the heat of battle.

Pirouetting once more in a manner that appeared to belong more in a ballroom than in an alley, Alucard refrained from removing his hands from within the confines of his coat, knowing full well that, for the time being, his hands would not be required. The seemingly endless stream of blood that flowed from the self-inflicted wounds upon his wrists began to seep at what would have been an alarming rate if he were mortal. Yet, the blood would not release its hold upon the fair flesh, coagulating as it flowed until a crimson crystalline blade protruded from either wrist, curving along its length until tapering off in to a hollow point.

During the act of his revolution, the blades had cut through the air with a shrill whistle, severing soul from body as it traversed its path, leaving nothing more than various limbs and portions of ghastly reptilian hatchlings that convulsed from such fatal strikes. All the while, more blood continued to spurt forth, adding denser layers upon layers to the sanguinary scimitars.

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