 New link in the top of page "IRC Chat". |
| Register | Login | |||||
 |
Main
| Memberlist
| Active users
| Calendar
| Last Posts
| IRC Chat
| Online users Ranks | FAQ | XPW | Stats | Color Chart | Photo album |
|
| | ||
New link in the top of page "IRC Chat". |
| Register | Login | |||||
|
Main
| Memberlist
| Active users
| Calendar
| Last Posts
| IRC Chat
| Online users Ranks | FAQ | XPW | Stats | Color Chart | Photo album |
|
| | ||
| 0 users currently in Sim-Battle Arena. |
| Xeogaming Forums - Sim-Battle Arena - Deception |
 |  |  |
| Next newer thread | Next older thread |
| User | Post | ||
Xeios You WANKER!         Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
| ||
| ooc- Sparda, this's for you. Lets make this a good one.
In a white, endless existance. Nothing, anywhere. But wait. A door opens, and a man steps through. The shuts, and fades into white once again. The man is in astounding contrast to this brilliant white. He wore about his legs tight, black leather pants. And he wore heavy bucked boots on his feet. There were bandages wrapped around his chest and all the way down his arms, though not all of them were visable. He had a red leather coat on. Dyed a very deep and rich red.His coat reached to below his waist, actually just below his buttocks. There was a thin strap along the waist of the coat, also blood red and unbuckled.The collar of the jacket reached midway down his chest. And the long sleeves of the jacket were unbuttoned and hung loosely around his hands. The man was Xeios, and his foe was Sparda. A long stated rivalry, to some extent, but now they thought of each other more as brothers, brothers...or friends. He had long white hair on his head, hair that reached his chin on all sides. A few strands breached the part and leaned over his left eye, sending crosses of white through the amazing yellow. His features were feminine, and seemed soft. Almost like he had not felt age, or aging. His eyes, held the intesity of so many years walking the earth, and killing for it. Xeios now waited. In this place, no one would get hurt, and their power will be at it's best. Of course, should they find a way to destroy this place, they would be back on Earth. But this right now, was their exponential quandry. ooc-- So, yea, think Matrix Loading Area. That's this place. No Ceiling, no walls, a floor, just basically an infinite floor... |
|||
BBQMissile ChaoticDeath  Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
| ||
| In a few ways, Sparda was like and yet unlike his opponent, Xeios. As another door opened in the midst of the infinite world, this soon became apparent. A figure stepped through, becoming the negative of the brilliant white that would be their arena. He was a tall, straight figure with light skin tone. He possessed sharp features and dark brown eyes that pierced the brightness of the room, unlike the feminine features of his opponent Xeios, with his yellow eyes.
His black boots tapped against the white floor as he stepped forward, the door closing by itself. It was hard to tell what else he was wearing due to the large, yet magnificent black cloak that he wore over his attire, the color matching his long, spikey hair. Strapped to his back was an instrument of pure death and destruction, a massive sword, extending to nearly the size of its master. Even amongst the bright whiteness of the room, the blade of the sword managed to give off an eerie glow. His was the face of indifference when Sparda walked through that door and entered infinity. But of course, infinity really didn't mean much to him. After all, he was the ChaoticDeath. To him, infinity was quite limited. |
|||
|
Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
| ||
| Xeios looked into the brown eye of his foe...friend...His face seemed to cheer up, but his eyes never left their intense stare. Watching the cloak, watching the man behind the cloak. It was almost like a scene in a thriller movie, the hero stands his ground against an unshakable foe. The odds, tilted in the opposites favor. But nevertheless, The hero has only a 50% chance of emerging victorious, Though most movies make him out to win. In this scenario, neither was the hero. Neither was the villan. The unshakable force, was not judgable, and the degree of power, was truly infinite. No one could, or would know what the outcome would be. They only saw two enter, and they may not even see one leave.
Xeios too held weapons of great destruction, though his were considerably less feared. The Deathsword, Sparda's trusty right hand. And Shinfu, Xeios' right. But, Xeios was set up with a left hand, Soulsteel, a weapon which men didn't dare speak of. The weapon itself, forged evil, and Xeios' bearing upon it, was only possible for his lack of a soul. If he had a soul, he would be bound to the blade, and kept alive by the blade, until one stronger was sent to retrieve it, then their sould would be it's and Xeios would be a smear in the page of the names of the souls who bore the ancient artifact. "So, you've come. I welcome you, to my humble home. This place, is practically a weath of energy. Any energy you find on earth can be amplified beyond physics. And here, physics takes a side seat to the imagination." Xeios grinned and held his arms outward, he took a deep breath of the pure air. |
|||
|
BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
| ||
| Sparda simply stared ahead at Xeios, but no longer focused upon his eyes. Instead, he seemed to be staring at his opponent as a whole, not concentrating on a certain part of his figure. His expression was still very indifferent, as if he really didn't care who was standing in front of him, friend or foe. All that was around him, he did not care for, for to him, it was always the same. Infinity meant nothing if it could not be understood. It just so happened that he was one of the few immortals that could understand it...and beyond it.
His slender right hand slowly reached for the handle of his great sword and grasped it tightly, steadily drawing it from its bindings. For a weapon of its great size, he seemed hardly affected by its weight...if it had any. All that time, he did not make a single sound as he relaxed his arm, lowering his weapon so that the tip of the blade pointed to the white nothingness of the ground. What was in his mind? What could he be possibly thinking? It was hard to tell...especially since the expressions of his face never betrayed him. |
|||
|
Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
| ||
| Xeios' body became enveloped in energy, with alchemical signs showing through the bandages. Their meanings were archaic, and their intent was concealed. Whether they were defensive or offensive, was left to the imagination. Xeios' face was onl;y able to show pure joy, his hands twitched slightly with a wealth of energy flowing towards them. His swords, rested gently in their sheaths. Held back, Xeios would have some fun first. The features on his face calmed, he was in battle-mode. Intensity at its purest, he was prepared to destroy Sparda, or at least try to.
"Come now, Guests first." |
|||
|
BBQMissile ChaoticDeath Since: 08-16-04 From: New York Since last post: 4937 days Last activity: 925 days |
| ||
| The most menacing grin grew on Sparda's face as he simply took a step back with his left leg so that his right side was now facing his opponent. As Xeios' body became enveloped in energy, nothing seemed to happen with Sparda. In fact, all he did was stand there very still, with that grin on his face. He either wasn't very interested in attacking first or was beginning to plan his moves. Whatever he was doing, he seemed extremely relaxed about it. His left hand twitched only once before he spoke.
"I have already made my move." |
|||
|
Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5073 days Last activity: 1383 days |
| ||
| Xeios smiled peacefully. And slowly began he walk to Sparda. A ghostly image of something unknown seemed to follow him, and move with him. He would reach Sparda very shortly, even though he moved at a mere walking pace. He was in no rush to get into things. This battle would unfold in it's own peaceful way. Some of the energy Xeios was releasing seemed to have no purpose, at least, no purpose that Sparda would know of. Xeios' hands seemed to be the focus of the blunt amount of energy being channelled through his body. But then again, he was energy. Energy in flesh and blood. He reached Sparda and a huge usurption of energy launched from Xeios' chest. The energy was invisible, and shot forth like a massive spike leaving the center of Xeios' chest. The Spike would do major damage to the physical and would most likely tear through most physical items. The Energy is made of an alchemical energy, so an anomolic change in matter could occur, for the good or bad. (There is about a .01% chance that the energy I'm outputting will change the physical makeup of whatever it touches.) A sign glew on Xeios' chest, with a meaning known to few at this point. |
| Next newer thread | Next older thread |
| Xeogaming Forums - Sim-Battle Arena - Deception |
| |
