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Post by Damian on Jun 23, 2006 10:51:23 GMT -5
(OOC: Bleh.. Terrible description of the battlefield, but I believe the general feel and image has been given. Zhuge, you may have the next post. My character hasn't arrived yet.)
*A day best described as "normal", for there was nothing extraordinary about it. The suns rays weren't as hot as most days, mainly due to the simple breeze that seemed to be in constant flow through this... jungle. A jungle. It would seem that this battle will be taking place in a dense forest, so dense that one could easily refer to it as a jungle and not be wrong. The canopy of the tree's prevents the rays of light from penetrating far into this lush ocean of green, thus making it rather dark for being midday. The ground is cluttered with fallen leaves of a variety of colors - brown, red, yellow, orange, green, everything. Strangely enough, despite the leaves abundant on the ground to cause noise with, the forest was eerily quiet. Instincts must of warned the animals of the area to move away, for something was coming. Soon, this quiet forest will be the setting for the first round of a tournament, that will decide who is the supreme warrior. Just like in most battles, there is a victor... and a loser... Glory for one... Humiliation for the other...*
*A gust of wind bursts through the forest... The time has come for the battle to begin...*
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jun 29, 2006 12:40:57 GMT -5
Zhuge Flea stood ready as the gust of wind blew through his hair. A small smile was his face as he held one of his swords in the air. This was his tribute to the people he fights for. Being quite dark, he couldnt quite pick out where his opponent was most likely to come from. He stood there waiting as the bustling of small animals in the forest was making him think.
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Post by Damian on Jul 6, 2006 22:30:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Remember, you have 48 hours. This is the only time I’ll make an exception. There is no reason I should be dueling you.)
*As Zhuge Flea arrived at the battlefield, a shadow moved within the forest. A sound, like footsteps, bounced off one tree and too another, making it sound as though many people were running through the forest as the sound echoed and reverberated outwards. As the sound, or sounds as it would sound, reached the ears of Zhuge Flea, a voice also made its presence known. It was icy, and held such venom it almost burned the eardrums just hearing it.*
”Death awaits you Zhuge Flea… Embrace it…”
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jul 7, 2006 3:47:44 GMT -5
Zhuge Flea heard this pathetic taunt and turned to where it came from.
Zhuge Flea: Come on out! There is no need to hide your face. I promise I won't laugh if you are ugly.
With this said, Zhuge Flea stood ready with his right sword slightly higer than his left sword.
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Post by Damian on Jul 7, 2006 9:08:36 GMT -5
*A chuckle. Apparently, the figure in the forest found something about Zhuge Flea’s comment amusing. More rustling was heard, yet nothing could be seen. The canopy was acting as a veil, hiding the sun from the forest, and essential masking Zhuge Flea’s opponent visibly. The voice was once again heard, coming from inside the forest.*
”Into the forest Zhuge Flea… I don’t like to be kept waiting…”
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jul 7, 2006 9:22:05 GMT -5
Zhuge Flea: I am many things but not a fool. You come out into the open and fight me. I too do not like being kept waiting.
With this said Zhuge Flea pointed the sword towards where he heard the voice.
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Post by Damian on Jul 7, 2006 10:10:12 GMT -5
*Another chuckle - this one, however, was far more sinister and held deep contempt for the man who was now getting on Damian’s every last nerve.*
”Afraid of the dark… I understand… It brings out the insecurities in most weak minded people.”
*After several moments of rustling, a figure finally emerged from the darkness that consumed the forest. It was none other than Damian, the Prime Minister of Wei. His silver hair blew carelessly in his face as he walked, however he ignored the strands that constantly blew in front of his eyes. His black leather suit, which was his trademark, was spotless as ever. It hugged his body like a second layer of skin, however, hindered his movement in no form. At his sides were the two scabbards to his katana’s – Retribution & Salvation. The blades themselves were a home in the hands of their wielder, being held in tradition shinobi style.*
*As Damian emerged from the forest, he stopped at the boundary of the forest. His shadow was not visible as it was still in the dark forest, yet the sun brightly shown on his figure from the front. Retribution & Salvation were at his sides. He looked straight into Zhuge Flea’s eyes, before speaking to him, in an icy and impassive tone.*
”Whether you see me or not, it changes nothing. You can not win. The only difference now, is you will get to watch as I dismember you.”
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jul 7, 2006 11:29:23 GMT -5
"How exciting"
After saying this Zhuge Flea tightened his fighting stance. He looked as though he was ready for anything.
"I'll let you make the first move seeing as though you are a lady"
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Post by Damian on Jul 7, 2006 12:31:46 GMT -5
(OOC: I won't be able to post in this until Sunday. I have to go to work now, and I have a wedding tomorrow.)
*Damian laughed, then slowly began backing into the forest once again, his black outfit blending in perfectly as he once again vanished. After several moments, no more sounds were heard, apparently, one would think he stopped moving.*
[white]"Peons do not give orders... I'll be waiting in the forest for you, when you finally get the courage to fight me. Until then, you best treasure that tongue of yours, because I'll enjoy cutting it out."[/white]
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jul 8, 2006 15:38:40 GMT -5
"i am going in no forest and i am no peon! i am a Yellow Turban!"
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Post by Damian on Jul 9, 2006 22:05:13 GMT -5
(OOC: Advance, I'm done with this. I will never duel again.)
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Post by General Pang on Jul 10, 2006 20:04:24 GMT -5
(OOC: Advance, I'm done with this. I will never duel again.) Ah Matt don't let newbs get to you. You're the mighty Matt! I suggest dueling, just looking for opponents more at your level. Al's good obviously but there are some other good roleplayers out there too. In fact there's many that I've seen recently on this site and on others. o_0 |
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Post by Sun Ce on Jul 11, 2006 3:53:10 GMT -5
If anything, Matt, you're advancing. He backed away, refusing to enter the forest seeing how he was too royal to, being the lowest ranked officer on the Yellow Turbans. Either Zhuge Flea fights or Damian goes to round 2.
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Post by Zhuge Flea on Jul 11, 2006 3:56:08 GMT -5
I am fighting. Only in the open.
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Post by Huang Zhong on Jul 11, 2006 5:15:38 GMT -5
:/ What the hell does it matter where you duel?
If you had to fight me, I could also chose ti fight in a hot vulcano! And you don't evend are to go into a forest where fairies and dwarfs live? And you're a Yellow Turban? You don't deserve that name... Now, you two dudes, FIGHT!
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