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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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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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| Darian laughed, clicking his com link off as he patted Morrighan on the shoulder. "Thank you, Miss Morrighan. Over." He walked off, laughing and stepping towards the compound. In a few minutes, they'd be heading in, and each member would be getting objectives they're surely not expecting. | |||
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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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| Cairoi, after many, many years of strenuous combat, could easily detect when an opponent thought he had the upper hand. As Alex boasted and gloated about not using magic, Cairoi counted his error and prepared to make a leap. The second Alex's hand grew blue, Cairoi lept into the air, far beyond human limits, grabbing a hold of the two orbs he had thrown earlier. He crushed them in his hands, and stayed in mid-air, focusing his now re-released energy. He called upon his rage and from his hand flew a torrential flow of green fire, encomposing the entire alleyway and the buildings beside it. Alex would be burned by the eternal fire that could not be quenched by water or any normal means, and it burned through magic barriers like fire through wood. With the amount launched upon him, there was no hope. | |||
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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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| Name: Clash
Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: Medium length, dirty blonde hair, facial hair growing in. Shining blue eyes, a nice smile, and for the tournament is wearing a, tied snugly under a tight gi belt which also restrains black gi pants. Basic Abilities: To be fair, Clash has deactivated his magic skills. That means he's only going to rely on his strength and speed, which are almost equivalent to an elite soldier's. I plan to give you a hard time, Vulkar!  (Last edited by Cairoi on 03-19-07 06:32 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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| OOC: Okay, big post guys. I'm sorry if you feel rushed or anything, but it's time to move the story along. Please read the entire post before responding. BTW, two edits on the races: Terrans, a bit of history for those who hail from the native lands, if you live in a city it doesn't really affect you, Check the race thread. Also, Animus, I changed it to stress that heat awakens and strengthens you, while when it gets cold, you grow tired, and in your native lands you burrow underground.
BIC: Ken looked around, taking into account what everyone had said. He pointed at a dirt road, leading towards the Badlands. "Let's go find a more suitable shelter, as Avendia suggested." Ken lead the group, walking solemnly, his eyes closed. He knew he had been odd to the others, and he felt like they probably didn't trust him. He was secretive, he knew. But it's not like he wasn't aware of it. He felt forced to lie to himself sometimes. Since the day of his birth, he hadn't been what he had been cracked up to be, so he tried so hard to make himself larger than life, to fill the gap he always felt. He'd never be content with love or fame or money until he calmed the demons of his own soul. As the road winded around a plateau, a strange alcove lit by the presence of fire could be seen, and Ken motioned for everyone to follow him this way. He walked over and noted the campsite. A relatively large buggy, harnessed to a sleeping beast with large horns and a sturdy frame could be seen. Ken had never seen anything like it. Mystified by the beast, he was caught thoroughly off guard as a figure, robed and laughing. "Oh, don't mind Koko." A deep voice, laced with a deep and foreign accent proclaimed. "She hails from the same lands as I, and she is as gentle as the morning dew, unless you harm her." Ken focused intently on this figure, slowly lowering his raised fists. "You, you're an Animus, but not of the Sand People. Are you...?" The large man laughed heartily, stepping closer to Ken. He lowered his hood, revealing his dark and kind face, marked with scars. "Yes, my boy, I am of the Rainlands. My name is Bo'tk, and by the look in your eyes I believe I recognize you. You carry yourself as though you do not wish to reveal what your eyes speak, so I shall not do their task, but we may discuss this later." Bo'tk looked around, scanning the group. He saw two Animus, and this did his heart good. They seemed to mingle well with the Terrans and Oridians. He motioned to his camp, with a large grin appearing on his face. "Come, my new friends, make yourself at home. You will find water and food and warmth here with me." Several hours later, the group had made themselves comfortable. Some were sleeping, some were eating, some were busy staring at the stars. Bo'tk and Ken were off, talking together about many things. They sat on a log far from the group and Bo'tk seemed to be imparting wisdom to Ken, who was deep in thought. After their talk, Ken walked over to the group, looking around. Most had begun to settle down, and he began to feel his eyes close. He took off his shirt and rolled it up into a pillow, laying down. He wasn't cold, as a Fire Totem he never could be, but he liked to wear shirts for humility. For on his muscled torso there lied hundreds of varied scars, especially on his back. Too tired to care, he felt the softness of his shirt lull sweet lullabies into his ears, and he was soon asleep. The next morning at first went quickly. Everyone rose to the smell of Bo'tk cooking a feast of exotic foods, never before seen to almost all present. But the food was delicious and nutritious, and it was quickly gone. Stomachs full, the group felt content and awake. Bo'tk stood up and addressed the group. "I am pleased to know you all enjoy my cooking, but is time we plan our route. I cannot go with you to Ha Even, as Ken has informed me you are headed to, but I will take you to the mouth of the Badlands. I would ride you through, but I have a destination in the opposite direction, and it would be far too time-costly. From our departure you may continue, with my blessing." Bo'tk walked over and awoke his beast of burden, Koko. As the beast awoke, it hissed and grunted, steam raising from its nostrils. It trotted about in the alcove, waking up. During this time, Bo'tk cleaned up the cooking utensils, readied the buggy, and hooked Koko up to it. "Climb in, friends!" Everyone followed his order, crammed into a wagon full of assorted nick-nacks and strange furniture. Ken went and sat next to Bo'tk, feeling the cool wind on his face and looking out at their destination. He owed a lot to this 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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| Cairoi was thankful for the preliminary dust cloud. Cairoi fiercely used the dirt and dust and stone beneath them and called up a wall of stone. With each kick, it cracked and the 3rd kick broke it entirely. Cairoi blocked with his left hand, but he felt the force. He forcefully spun himself after the kick to continue the momentum of the kick without losing ground, and began to throw a hard right punch, but the energy he stored up in his fist was now active. As the punch grew closer the energy was released out, and a cone of energy flew from his fist. It would hit Leon at the same time as the punch, but would knock him back for a good 3 seconds after the punch and inflict damage. | |||
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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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| Bo'tk listened carefully as the passengers each spoke in turn, thinking carefully. At Avendia's comment he had looked back at Rei, who sat quietly pondering. They had discussed this earlier, as the others were soon to learn. After Vincent spoke his mind, Bo'tk laughed a moment and began to speak in his old, deep, wise voice that seemed to be truly from the heart. The sunlight showed Bo'tk for what he really was: A very large and strong man, humbled by age with memories and knowledge far spanning any pool of knowledge the people here held.
"Miss Alexis, I am a negotiator for the people of the Rainlands. Every so often, I leave the pleasures of home with my brethren and travel the world, keeping tabs on the leaders and keeping my people safe from intruders and safe from harm. My current duty is that of a visit to the capital of the Terran kingdom. It might seem hard to believe for most of you, but the Oridian Senate is not the only kingdom here on Terra. The Terran and Animus kingdoms each have seats in the Senate here on Terra, as well as representatives in the Oridian Senate. While this system is in place, everyone is equal. In my years, I am happy to say that for once, we of the Rain and Sand are on equal political grounds as the Comet Children and the Terrans." Bo'tk flashed his peaceful smile before moving on to the next subject. While Bo'tk had spoken of the kingdom of Terra, Ken had closed his eyes and his mind to everything but the cool breeze. He had thought too much of the past lately. "Miss Avendia, you ask for a small teaching in Rainland magick, hmm? Well, by traditional means it would take years to teach you how to use it at the level of a warrior, but with my age has come wisdom, and such a way to teach you the theory and vague method of practice of my people's magick." He reached into his bag with one hand while keeping a gentle hold on Koko's rein with the other. His hand dug fervently until he pulled out a medium length shaft of wood, with a single strange marking on it. He placed it in her hands and then turned back to the road. "Rainland magick starts from a belief that all things have souls. This piece of wood that I have handed you has a soul, and thus has power. Now, Sand-cousin, listen carefully. Your magic prays to the gods for power. As we are blood-cousins and we hail from an ancient, greater people, our magick is also kin. Pray to something that you would normally think lesser of you, and beseech assistance from all, and thus you will find strength. Ponder this, and soon enough you shall know our magick. Avendia, once this ordeal is over, come seek the Rain-people. I believe that with time, that passion I sense within you, and your openness to learn may reunite our people." Bo'tk took a swig from his gourd, drinking down the sparkling clear water of the Rainlands. He handed the bottle to Ken with a smile, and Ken took a swig as he addressed Vincent. "Ah, young brother Vincent, may I offer you this suggestion: Do not sleep. If it all possible, do not stop. The faster you leave the Badlands, the less risk you carry." |
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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 most artistic self-portrait of me out there. (Last edited by Cairoi on 03-20-07 06:47 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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 I miss the days of Dragonball Z. |
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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 a massively ferocious rampage.
Truly. |
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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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| Dude, you hair fucking grew!!!
I remember when you shaved it bald not too long ago! |
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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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| Fuck yeah, man. Facial fuzz is the most hardcore thing in the world, and even though I only have a spare helping of it right now, I'm very proud of it. | |||
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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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| Cairoi was rather inconvenienced by the psychic barriers, but the fire was still charged in his hands. Now, the only thing that remained was to enact a skill that always surprised those who never studied his martial arts. Cairoi lept in mid-air to a wall, and bounced off it, landing on the opposing roof. He did not face
"A simple misconception, friend. Terramorphus is not magic, but rather a connection to the earth. It may heed my thought, but it is not I who moves it. A simple reason why Terramorphus is far less strenuous than psychic abilities." Cairoi threw his left hand out, and suddenly spikes of stone and steel morphed out of the ground and walls surrounding Alex, giving him almost two seconds to react. Spikes, large, small, and odd-shaped flew out haphazardly as fast as possible. If they didn't kill Alex, they'd at least keep him trapped. "You seriously are never fun to play with. Always calculating and plotting, it's why you've managed to survive this long. " Cairoi then turned around and used the phosphorus contained in the magic orb to destroy it without contact. However, the anti-electric orb now flowed with the endless loop the magic orb had added to the mixture. He raised his hand at the myriad of spikes, calling up the flames he had attempted to use last turn, fueled even more powerfully with additional fire from this round to make an attack so fierce the density of the flames made it into pure energy, and it would burn through essentially everything in its path. The spikes, the street, Alex, they were all doomed to burn. "So burn." He released the attack with vigor, and it began to dissintigrate everything it's large (15ft radius cone attack) reach. Considering he was trapped by spikes and in an alleyway, Alex would truly be hard pressed to dodge the fire that hailed at him at speeds rivaling a missile. |
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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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| Dude, that movie made me feel like a man.
If there had been a helicopter waiting outside the movie theater offering to take anyone straight to Iraq, I would've hopped in and gone crazy on people because I felt so pumped. Jesus, amazing ass movie. |
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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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| Ken sat quietly in the front, summoning electricity in his hand. Bo'tk had a few electronic devices from Oridians he was able to drain, so he would now be able to fight again. He recalled the conversation from the previous evening. Bo'tk had spoken of a mystical fountain Ametsuchi himself had created. The waters there may give Ken the spark required to tap his dormant Fire Totem powers. He had seen doctors and shamans and no one could ever discover why he could not conjure flames. But maybe, this was it.
Bo'tk sat quietly, watching the road wind beneath them, but suddenly let out a loud order to his beast, and Koko swerved to the left and stopped her run. Bo'tk looked back at the others. "My friends, this is where I must drop you off. We are at the Axemouth, the winding and challenging opening into the Badlands. Heed my words, young ones. In time you will be tempted to stop, to sleep, or to turn around. Do not! These lands are harsher than any in the city. And the beasts inside are fiercer still." As everyone climbed out, Bo'tk stepped off the carriage and addressed them. "I suppose this is where our paths split. I hope that your winds carry you well and you find your way safely to Ha Even. But, before you make your way in, I believe your friend Rei has some words for you all." Rei, quiet all the time, finally spoke up, looking at the others. "Guys...I've decided to go with Bo'tk. He will teach me the ways of my people, and I believe my destiny is on his path." Ken looked at him sternly, eying up his resolve. "Alright then, friend. May you find what you search for. I'm sure Bo'tk will take good care of you." Ken then looked at Bo'tk. "Thank you very much for your wise words, and your shelter, old friend." Bo'tk looked at him and laughed. "Anything to help the little boy I once knew you to be." Ken stared at him with the look of good memories about his face. He had met this man many times throughout his life, and each time he had helped him overcome the doubts that plagued him. "So, everyone, once you've said your goodbyes, our best choice would be to move quickly through the badlands." Ken turned and looked at the path, covered by two cliffs, with nothing but rocks and dirt ahead of them. He sighed and prepared himself mentally for the trial ahead. |
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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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| Hurt The Politician
Hurt The Politician |
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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 double healing, Kyoku. 
Hurt The Politician Hurt Sparda |
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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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| This is how I see it:
Honorary award to White for having Biggest Balls. And oh yeah, wow, I won???? |
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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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| Frankly, I'm with Seticus on this. I think it is one of the most overrated, over worshiped peace of gaming ever forged. It's not like I hate the game, it's a really good one, but the devotion it gets from people makes me sick.
I love listening to people trying to make WoW hardcore. The only games I consider hardcore are fighting games, and like R-Type games. Because the players who get really, really good at games like those don't brag on and on about it, at least from what I've seen. |
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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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| Shuyin, you rock.
Well, I'm good at writing, I'm pretty good at volleyball, I like to walk, and I'm good at making up stories. I'm also good at coming up with ideas, that's my main talent. I can also defend myself well when I need to. My buddy and I occasinally beat each other with PVC pipes when we get bored, and I used to fight fist fights with my neighbor all the time before he moved, so I can kick someone's ass. Oh, yeah, what I can't do. I can't play sports at too high of a quality, I can't dance, I can't focus for too long, and I cannot care enough to keep my grades in the A region everyone else in my grade level does. |
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