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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Seifer reacted faster than ever before. Holy Trinity activated and attached to the hilt of the sword, bringing it back just in time for Seifer to catch it and block the pole. He bounced back several feet from the impact, but he remained unharmed. He swung the sword around and focused for a minute.
"Time to end this." The air about him started to vibrate, and all around Josiah the air began to vibrate. Seifer's eyes were clenched shut. In a flash, he seemed to become a dancing blur all around Josiah. In a few seconds, it appeared there were multiple Seifers, all moving quickly around Josiah in random patterns. Seifer had become an illusion. This was the Sacred Sword Dance, amplified by Seifer's shards to the point it was impenetrable. Seifer knew this was the answer to stopping Josiah. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Alright, sign up is over. The tournament begins today!
EDIT: If you're wondering which thread is yours, here you go! True: Sydney Xeios: NYC FX: San Deigo Xeo: New Orleans Shuyin: Beverly Hills Leon: Myrtle Beach Vulkar: London (Last edited by Cairoi on 12-08-07 10:57 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| In the dark of night, Beverly Hills was almost quiet. The large mansions filling Washington Avenue had lights on, but had yards large enough to never prove a disturbance to the other residents. Celebrities and the insanely rich flocked to the city. And tonight, December 8, a cold-hearted plumber found his way down the streets.
His name was Nikolai Teshinov. He was a Russian immigrant, having just received his citizenship two weeks ago. He had spent his years here as a plumber, supporting himself and his wife through the years. She was dead, now. He had faught tooth and nail to keep her alive through the years she suffered the sickness that claimed her, but Death took her from him. He lived a sad, cold, life. And now, Fate has conspired against him once more. Given the option to kill or die, Nikolai was told to kill the Grammy Award winning singer Eden Parker. Eden made his way from Chicago to Los Angeles and found his way here. He carried his plumbing tools in a cold steel container. In the other, the address of his target on tissue paper, scrawled with black felt pen. He wore denim overalls and a brown work shirt underneath. His pale face was wrinkled from years of stress. His light blond hair was hidden underneath a trucker's hat that said "Gone Fishing" on the front. He turned off Washington ave and saw the mansion he had been seeking. This woman had it all. Nikolai had nothing. Soon, she would join him. He made his way to the gate and looked around, noticing the survelliance cameras. He moved away from it and scoured the fence, keeping a watchful eye for any cameras. He soon made his way to the right side of the building, where he noticed a large window leading into the foyer. He knew the time was now. He smashed the window with his steel box and climbed through, looking around. What room would Eden be in? |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "Spike" was so game for this. Or, as those tool bags he called parents called him, Jeffery Reading was ready for this. But nowadays, his parents didn't like him so much. He was a punk rocker, and he pissed in the eye of everything they believed in.
Spike was thin and gauntly, like a rock star should be, and the myriad of tattoos covering his body, as well as the studded black neck collar and crimson red spiked Mohawk, tended to stress that. He just got finished playing with his underground punk band, The God Slayers, when he got a notice that he was in this big game. He had to kill some police worker, the letter said. He showed his band mates, who jointly decided to name their next tour The Cop Killer Tour to celebrate. With a pistol in hand, Spike made his way through the "quaint' little city Myrtle Beach until he arrived at the MBPD's (Myrtle Beach Police Department) weapons warehouse. The dude was inside. Spike kicked open the door and stepped in. "Yo! Some dude name Trade! Come out and meet your maker, man!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Dear Alex,
It has come to my attention that we are to fight each other to the death. Sadly, I have not had the chance to make your acquaintance beforehand. My birth name is Henry Jackson, but many call me The Satyr. I am a philosopher, and have published several books on my teachings. I will not fight the fate we have both been assigned, but instead meet it stoically, like our Greek teacher Zeno of Athens. I have learned you are a master of the sword, and so propose we make our upcoming match one that appeals to your taste. Thanks to some of my pupils, I have some experience in the ways of swordfighting, and after reading of the Bushido warriors of ancient Japan, have decided there is no more poetic way to die. I will meet you in Kensington Gardens on Friday night, where we shall settle this as two grown men should. Until we may talk next, Sincerely, The Satyr So he sat, waiting on a park bench. The Satyr was a man in his late 30s. His most significant feature was his large goatee and dagger-sharp face, the reason for the namesake of The Satyr. He had long, wavy dark brown hair and calm blue eyes. He wore simple clothes (a white dress shirt, leather jacket over top, and jeans) and a sheathed longsword lay across his lap. He sat and quietly recited The Garden by the poet Ezra Pound under his breath, reveling in the appropriateness of the moment. (Last edited by Cairoi on 12-08-07 07:31 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "No, dear, you have put the microwave on high before putting the macaroni in. How many times do I ha-...No, no, it's ok, I love you-...Alright. Mommy needs to go right now. I love you, baby. Say hello to your sister and daddy, ok? Alright. Bye." Marissa slowly shuts her phone, silent for a minute. She begins to tear up, slowly bringing her lower lip before she lights a cigarette and calms herself with a drag. I'll never be able to do this if I can't control myself, She thinks to herself.
Marissa Smith was a loving mother of two. She'd never had to do something like this before, but that letter that fit so snugly between her Country Home Living and her Star tabloid told her this was the only way. She took a long, hard suck of her cigarette before going over the information again. Caden Nealson, 2312 Dollanger Ct. This was it. To see her babies again, she had to fly from Oregon to Sydney and sit next to an unbearably loud snorer to find this woman. To find her, and to kill her. She drew the kitchen knife from her purse and walked towards the door. She had to kill this woman to protect the life she had worked so hard to build. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Game over! NEW High Score! The screen read as Warren Steele input "AAA" with his controller. Warren cheered ecstatically, dancing to the victory music coming from the television. He walked over to his computer, clicked open an AIM box.
KunaiKing87: yo dude guess who just clared 50 thousand? CloudxTifa1431: no wai KunaiKing87: ya wai CloudxTifa1431: ur insane man KunaiKing87: brb someonez at door Warren walked away from the computer and towards the steps, adjusting his Naruto headband as he did. The 24 year old high school graduate, thin as bones, made his way up out of the basement, where he had been living since his mother told him he couldn't keep his old room. He spent all of his money on Japanese merchandise, so his only choice was to live in the basement. He didn't mind. It wasn't crowded in the least. He looked in the mirror and patted the kunai pouch on his baggy, chained, black jeans before turning to the door. He opened it quickly, proclaiming "Sorry, my mother isn't home." (Last edited by Cairoi on 12-08-07 10:56 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Max was mad. Mad, Mad Max, is what he was. He'd spent years building up his life, kissing ass and working hard to climb the business ladder. And now, some hotshot bastards told him he'd have to kill some nobody if he wanted to stay alive. There was NO chance he was gonna get knocked off on account of anybody. He wasn't letting this pass.
Noah Diamond-Stolzman. You were the sucker Maxwell Dillinger was looking to kill. Max had a Magnum stuffed away inside his Armani suit. His short brown hair and cut features gave away his business shark attitude in seconds. He walked right up to the studio building where Noah worked and put on his ski mask. He whipped the TMPs he had stored in his suitcase and ran in, pointing the guns at the secretary. "WHERE IS NOAH DIAMOND-STOLZMAN!" The secretary screamed in panic, "WHO?!" "NOAH DIAMOND-STOLZMAN!" Max emphasized, thrusting the guns forward every syllable. She said "THIRD FLOOR! EDITING!" "Thank you, ma'am." Max said calmly, much to her surprise. He then pistol-whipped her, knocking her out cold. He stepped into the elevator and went into the third floor. He temporarily took the mask off and hid the guns. He found Noah's office and blocked it shut before forcibly evacuating the floor by pulling the fire alarm, shutting off the elevators. Everything was going according to plan. He then moved the obstruction blocking Noah's office and stood at the end of the room, at the end of a sea of cubicles. "NOAH! COME ON OUT!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| St. Joan of Arc's Royal Apostle Church was awfully quiet. While the church was always quiet on Friday evenings, it was especially quiet tonight. It was the kind of silence that tells you there's something right behind you, breathing down your neck. At the altar stood Reverend Benedict, clad in his priest's garb. His glasses were cracked, and his five o'clock shadow showed he hadn't shaved in days. He sat staring at the huge, red X painted with blood on the wall above the altar.
It all had changed four days ago. The devout Catholic Reverend Benedict had learned he would have to kill to stay alive. He was to fight a man known only as X. He could not comprehend how his God could let him have to face this trial. The stress and paranoia that formed drove him insane. The red X painted on the wall was painted with the blood of his former fellow clergy. He turned as the large wooden doors creaked. X was here. Benedict drew the foot long knives he used to kill the others. "X!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!" He said, laughing maniacally. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| :O You listen to Chingon, Rogue? Once Upon a Time in Mexico is my second favorite movie, and their contribution to Kill Bill=Brilliant. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| The Satyr laughed lightly as he stood up, removing his jacket. He kept the longsword tightly clenched in his left hand as he eyed up his opponent.
"You show your intelligence by the amount of armor you wear, my friend. Have you ever truly thought about your life? About your death? About all that lies between, before, and beyond?" He had the air of extreme peace around him. The threat of an armored sword master seemed not even to pierce the tranquility of his soul. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Warren's posture froze.
"A-A fellow Otaku?! COME IN!!" He exclaimed excitedly, pushing Jack in and shutting the door behind him. "What do you have to offer?! I love Naruto! My favorite character is Kakashi-sensei because even though he's not nessecarily the strongest jounin, he's just got this air about him that I can't comprehend I mean seriously I hate Sasuke for what he did oh do you want a muffin my mother just made some yesterday theyre really good anyway yeah i mean naruto himself isnt that bad but i still keep saying that gaara should have won that big fight they had back when the sand ninja attacked i mean i get WHY naruto won but sometimes you just get the feeling it doesnt add up..." Warren continued to talk as he walked through the house, doing various things. This carried on for a moment or two before he stopped moving in the living room, a few feet from Jack. "...and yeah, I mean, that whole thing was like LOL, you know? ...I'm sorry, did you want to say something?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Warren jumped for joy. "Do I?! Those'll make me the talk of all the conventions! What else do you have?!" Warren said, bumping into Jack as he moved for the suitcase. A ting could be heard as the knife in Jack's left hand hit the hard wood floor. Warren froze once more, backing up several feet.
"Are...you..." His eyes were wide with panic, as the memories of the letter filled his head. "That letter w-wasn't a prank!!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Warren went sailing into the entertainment stand, breaking the TV screen with his left arm and collapsing the whole thing with his body. He rose slowly, his right eye slightly puffed up. He was lightly sobbing, the pain unreal for a kid like him.
"You-YOU BASTARD! THAT HURT! I'M GOING TO HURT YOU SO MUCH!" He said through tears before dashing forward, swinging with his right hand. He wasn't much of a fighter, but the pain and adrenaline made it somewhat a threat. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Two solid punches sent Warren flying backwards, clutching his gut. Through painful cries, he managed to realize he didn't stand a chance in a fist fight against this man. He dashed past Jack and bolted out the backdoor, disappearing into the shed. Whatever he was planning, it had something to do with that shed. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| The shed door burst open, and out of the sawdust cloud that was made by the opening of the doors, came Warren. Warren adjusting the long, silver-haired wig and black trenchcoat. He swung his large katana, brandishing the powerful sword.
"Let's see how you do against Sepiroth, son of Jenova!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| That was most likely a combination of lighting and such.
She HAS a power, we don't know what. It's like somebody elses' power, but she gets what it does done faster. The creators have stressed the importance of the brain in determining powers, and that it's not in the blood. And honestly, what I see happening with Micah is that he's going to be obsessed with stopping crime now. He's wanted to now and with both his parents gone kablooey, it's the only reason for him to live, I suppose. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Warren charged, bringing the sword above his head. He charged forward with a fiery passion, feeling in his bones that he was truly Sepiroth.
"Eat this!" He had to stop momentarily just to get good enough footing, but he soon moved to bring the sword down overhead. He was living his dream, and despite the pain, he felt like a true video game hero. "HYYYAAAAAHH!!!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Seifer timed it just right. He stopped the dance the second the wave launched out, falling into a powerful stab to Josiah's back. There was no time to react. Seifer had made sure of that.
"DIE!!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Seifer backed away slowly from Josiah's body, panting. The shard that stopped time deactivated, restoring everyone. Seifer stared at Josiah for a long time while on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"It's over." |
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