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Ryan Ptooie Is back!           Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4604 days |
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| The feeling of entering an atmosphere for Sybur was so good after spending roughly 25 earth days travelling through the cold recesses of space. His 'alien' form suddenly turned into the general population of Earth as he entered, which was a human. "I wonder if this place is anything like home..." Syber wonders as he flies downwards to the ground.
At his home planet, there was a lot of fighting and war between the Delumi and the Eremi. Syber was part of the Eremi, and that race was hated by the Delumi because they looked like humans. The Delumi thought humans were the most inferior species in the universe. Sybur had never entered proper combat before, and wanted to see if the Delumi were correct. He lands carefully on the ground, his transformation just finishing. He has the looks of a 16 year old boy, kind of jock like in figure. Hebegins to wander deep into a huge area of rocks and cliff faces. Perfect for his first battle. While he waits for any people to challenge, he keeps three words buzzing around in his mind: "Ikyaper Oxeuwij Arounar". |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath  Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| The rocky area, decorated with grand cliffs stood proudly upon earth, creating large shadows upon the lower grounds. Like great massive stairs that lead only halfway to heaven, they were truly majestic in their own sense. Isolated from human contact, this place was a sacred one.
High upon one of the grander cliffs stood a being who gazed at this majestic beauty in solemn silence. The sun, neither extraordinarily hot or brutal, gave him a truly great shadow...something that reflected his inner self. Certainly, this strange figure seemed greatly out of place in such a place which would soon evolve to become a battlefield. Standing at his full height of about six feet, he watched quietly, with those dark brown eyes of his, a young humanoid make his way into the area. A small gust blew from the sky, blowing at his long black spikey hair and his magnificent black cloak which covered the entirety of his body, with the exception of his head. His attire alone gave one the sense that he was indeed synonymous with the shadows. But he wasn't just a shadow. One could tell that he was much more just by seeing the massive instrument of destruction he strapped to his back: a six feet sword that was nearly as long as he was tall. Truly a dangerous and menacing weapon, its cold seemingly steel blade still fresh with red blood. Staring at the young boy, this dark cloaked figure immediately knew he wasn't human. It wasn't because of his appearance, for his likeness to a human being was nearly flawless, but the presence that he emitted from his inner self. It wasn't anything he had seen or felt before on this planet. But nevertheless, he stood there unmoving, watching the boy, biding his time. |
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Ryan Ptooie Is back! Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4604 days |
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| As Syber wanders through, he senses the presence of another being. Feeling slightly scared, mostly by the air moving quickly around him, he flies upwards in the direction his mind tells him. He had never experienced Earth's wind before.
He lands so softly and quietly on the cliff, he could bearly hear or feel himself touch his foot down. He looks across at the figure infront of him. "Who might you be?" |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| His eyes never left the boy as he took a single step forward, his black boots leaving the safety of the summit. Gravity should have taken effect, its undeniable strength pulling on him like a speeding locomotive, but it did not. Instead, this strange cloaked figure simply 'flew' to the ground with a very graceful and unhuman like manner. As his body slowly advanced down the cliff as if he were gliding, the wind blew at his cloak, causing its tails to flap. The shadows that were created underneath him on the ground below were like foul unpure beasts, struggling to escape hell.
His black boots softly touched the hard, dry summit of another lower cliff, the gap between the two beings approximately twenty feet. His was truly a most unusual yet terrifying persona for though he was no undead or foul beast, only one word could describe the emotion that he instilled into nearly everything around him: chaos. It was as if his mere presence was able to bring about insanity: a horrifying trait. Those dark brown eyes of his glared at the young being as if they were boring into his mind and soul, if there was such a thing present within the humanoid. His thin lips remained unmoving but a single whispered word managed to reach the being's ears: Sparda. It certainly couldn't be sound waves of any sort for he had not moved a single muscle to create noise. Rather, this man who identified himself as Sparda used his mind to send what he wanted to say to this being telepathically. "This is your last chance to go home." Dialogue in italics are telepathic messages sent to the opponent using the mind. |
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Ryan Ptooie Is back! Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4604 days |
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| Sybur is shocked when he recieves the telepathic messages. Knowing his mission, and his scan of his opponent showing that Sparda was considerably stronger than him, he was scared to issue the challenge of battle. Like Sybur would be a challenge to the guy infront of him.
"I was wondering, would you be up for a battle? I would prefer not to go into reasons..." Syburs voice seemed ever so slightly scared as he spoke. He keeps some magical energy flowing through his fingers incase this Sparda was dishonorable. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| His cold dark expression remained frozen as he continued staring at his short opponent. Could he possibly be hearing correctly? This...child...wants to fight him? Look at him...his opponent was scared. Could he be serious in wanting to fight? However, being himself, he didn't refuse. Already, he can feel his opponent warming up his hands with magic. Scared already?
He took a single step back with his right leg so that he was standing with his left side facing his opponent. He slowly raised his right hand and grasped the handle of his massive and menacing sword but did not draw it from its sheath while his left arm was relaxed at his side. His dark brown eyes seemed to be penetrating the outer shell of his opponent, analyzing every weak point that he could find. "Reasons are irrelevant. Go ahead." |
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Ryan Ptooie Is back! Since: 10-01-04 From: Stafford, UK Since last post: 4644 days Last activity: 4604 days |
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| Sybur uses the energy now painfully surging through his fingers to draw a nearby boulder towards him. In mid-air the boulder transforms into a long pole as hard as diamond, yet practically weightless in Sybur's hands. He clasps it from the centre, spinning it in his hands a few times.
On the fifth spin, he swings down at the ground. A deafening cracking sound rumbles through the rocky landscape. The ground on either side of Sparda slides up and crunches together, attempting to crush him. |
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BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
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| A small sly grin appeared on Sparda's face as he continued to stand there, unmoving. Sybur didn't seem to be very capable in the arts of combat. He'd have to teach a painful lesson to this child. He stared calmly with those dark brown eyes of his as Sybur wasted his time showing off his moves with the pole.
At last, his opponent made his movie, swinging the pole down at the ground. The moment it made contact, Sparda could hear the plates underneath him beginning to shudder and break apart as two massive waves of earth on both sides of him seemed to rise up, ready to crush him into oblivion. Unfortunately for Sybur, however, this was easily remedied. Too easily remedied, in fact. Without any apparent reason, the walls suddenly stopped in their tracks before they could crush Sparda and returned back to the earth, as if nothing had happened. The grin on his face grew wider as Sparda took a single step forward, causing the earth to shake a bit. It was quite amazing to see that the simplest thought allowed his psychokinesis to work with extraordinary effectiveness and accuracy. With each powerful mental wave he emitted, he negated the attack completely, hardly wasting any time or energy. He took another step forward. |
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