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Post by hermes on Aug 31, 2008 5:13:27 GMT -5
"It seems your strength is far more monstrous than mine!" Eragon yelled over the sound of the tornado, "But you can't keep up!" Suddenly it seemed as though he was everywhere, and he struck out from anywhere, each attack as strong as his first, though no more than that. The white and black in his blade had been chased away, and each time he struck with the power of ice, attempting to freeze his target, slow him down, and send him into hypothermia. All this, and still I hold not a candle next to Aurora, He thought.
I still can't believe he stopped than Neutronium blade with his aura! He thought, wondering if his attacks were even making it through to the other side of that heavy aura, though on Eragon himself, it felt no more than a few ten pound training weights, something he could easily deal with. He appeared once more behind Scar, a horizontal followed by a cross slash, and two stabs, both going into head bisecting cuts afterwards, then he fell back several hundred feet. Sweat was clearly beading on his forehead now, and his breath was getting shorter. "What do I do to make you die, dammit?" Eragon yelled, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "I don't suppose you'll just leave in peace!"
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Post by Kuroboom on Aug 31, 2008 6:59:50 GMT -5
He moved his sword to block each strike, each strike chipping his blade. He wasn't concerned though, as his blade could take more than that. It was as much a part of him as his soul was, so though it looked ragged, it wouldn't break so easily.
He was slightly concerned with the ice forming on his body though. There was still a bit of it left in his chest wound and it was now forming on his blade and creeping down his right arm. The cross slash shattered the ice on his blade, but his arm was still iced over and the stabs sliced into his arms as he tried to turn and dodge them. The ice formed on his arms where the blade sliced in to and he narrowly dodged the first head cut and was less than able to dodge the last slice as it cut into his forehead spilling blood down his eyes temporarily until the ice covered his head and creeped down his body. The ice on both arms creeped upwards to his torso and then the three groups converged and moved down his legs until he was frozen solid. As Eragon yelled at him in his head he was laughing. The ice began to crack and the Earth rumbled as the the unyielding power of the man spilled forth. The ice exploded off of him his laughing became audible. It was a truly maniacal laugh. "To make me die? You want to know what you have to do to make me die!? YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG!" he bellowed as he pointed Magnum Killer at Eragon. "To make me leave you'll have to defeat me, but to defeat me you have to be STRONG!" As he bellowed that last line at Eragon, Magnum Killer glowed yellow and a massive blast of energy shot from the end. It had sickening speed and it was shooting straight for Eragon's chest.
The ice being shattered, the blood began to flow again in his now exposed wounds. It poured down his arms and face from the cuts there and he was bleeding pretty badly from the chest wound. Spitting some blood on to the ground, he knew that it would take a while to recover but he didn't care. He was having fun and that was all that mattered.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 31, 2008 23:05:07 GMT -5
"Chill out, dude." Natalie briskly backstepped, keeping the distance even between them. She didn't want to let him close in on her... She needed to use charging blows to even the fight, and he was swarming her too much for that to work well. Unless...
She rushed in at him, blocking his first slash with the base of her blade, leaping back to avoid the second, and flipping over his third slash, attempting to land on his shoulders. The tail emerged at that moment, chopping at Natalie. Bringing her blade up before it hit her, it launched her onto her back twenty feet away. Natalie rolled with the force of the blow, righting herself in a kneeling stance as her opponent charged once more. She ducked a high blow, fell clear of a downwards strike, and flickered, letting a tail sweep miss her.
It was then that Eragon conjured up his tornado, the nearest edge roughly ten feet behind her. Natalie only had time to groan briefly about the new predicament before Lucas was on her again, slashing like a man possessed. She blocked three blows by parrying them at the base with her own blade, but the tail caught her off guard again. She jerked out of the way, flickering again. However, Lucas had caught onto her trick, and let his tail linger. Natalie reappeared, the tail nicking her shoulder as it drew back. Natalie jumped back, the tornado's wall at her back and the madman before her. Numerous leeches had gotten her while she had been retreating, and their small wounds dotted her form, bleeding as if they were considerably worse. His next slash came, and the exasperated warrior dodged backwards. Though the blade missed, the sand scoured her back, leaving a trail of bloody scratches where before a t-shirt had covered her back. Natalie gritted her teeth, and then, out of the blue, began smiling.
She rushed at Lucas, dodging a downwards slash, and leaping over his arm. She snapped her blade, the weapon losing ridgity and coiling as if to drop around his neck. However, before the attack could hit, she was gone. Lucas didn't sense her at all for a moment, and then felt a curious sensation. Something incredibly powerful was shoving him, and soon the force grew to be irresistable, shoving him with strength that was beyond strength. Natalie landed on the ground gently, spinning to see if shunting him into the wall with her reentry had succeeded. She raised her sword, once more a straight blade, in case he counterattacked.
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Post by hermes on Sept 1, 2008 2:02:27 GMT -5
With some difficulty, Lucas pulled his upper torso out of the tornado, and turned to look at the young lady. His green and violet bone armor was now slightly pitted, and also very very shiny. He looked at her curiously for a moment, even forgetting about his blood-lust. "What does a sandstorm do to a tank?" He asked himself aloud, as his armor and tail retreated into his body, leaving a single, two handed, over-sized demonic sword in his hands.
It wasn't that the sword was immensely long, just very wide and rather thick, being composed of living tissues as it was. "A sandstorm rips the paint off a tank, and makes the officers angry, because they have to foot the bill for the new paint job." He said, as a thick square bone shield grew out of his blade, and affixed itself on his left arm. The near death shock had brought him closer to his human side than he'd been in a long time, the sword was to nervous to dump chaos into his as it usually did.
He looked at the young lady for a long moment, then said, "My name is Lucas. And this is why I am still alive, despite your persistent kind." A ring of bone began growing out of his back, three long blades growing out of it. Under the surface, one could see the tiny veins pulsing. A heart grew into the center of the blade, then covered itself with bone, connected to the ring by four thick rods of bone. Lucas impaled his sword in the ground, and took the giant throwing weapon from his back.
He twisted around three times, and launched it at her, then picked up his sword and followed, twice as fast as before without the armor. An insect-like buzz blared out of the whirling blade as it headed towards the young lady, and it twisted back and forth smoothly in the air, freely altering its flight path. It was soon apparent that the weapon would home in on its own, and worse, the longer it remained in the air, the faster it spun.
Lucas looked for openings and opportunities while she dealt with the flying blade, and struck when she seemed most unprepared. Dodging and blocking with his shield, slashing madly before retreating as the twisting three point blade made its second run on the woman. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other two enguaged in battle as well. It was apparent that this fight would soon be over. It didn't seem like he could beat this young lady, so he was willing to call it a draw, and the collateral from the attack Eragon was winding up for didn't seem like a fun party.
Eragon had shifted his style, another thing he had learned long ago from an old friend. Hardly moving, waisting a minimum of energy, he parried, dodged, and made short cuts at the scarred man. He aimed for his vital organs, joints, and various arteries. He sought to incapacitate him, instead of hack him into pieces with wide, inefficient motions. His attack strength suffered for it, but his speed was his asset. As he 'danced' with the scarred man, he would occasionally carve a line or curve in the ground with a flourish or a wide motion, attempting to disguise his actions.
Finally, he finished, and quickly retreated from the scarred man. "Time to end this I think, one way or the other." Eragon said, mulling over the pointlessness of the whole fight. A circle, along with strangly glyphs and runes formed on the ground, surrounding Eragon. Standing at the center, the young man's blue sword began to glow white, and it looked as though on the edge of the sight, that whiteness was composed of many other colors doing battle with each other. "The Last Attack! Mangekyo Aetherion!" Eragon screamed, an a white over-sized ball of energy blasted out of Eragons toward his opponent.
Head on, the other man could see it wasn't truly white, that was merely an illusion. The front end was a twisting, writing mass of the elements. Lightning crackled inside it, wind churned up mist and rocks from the water and earth within. The iron bits of rock stirred up a magnetic field, creating a lattus of rotational energy as its core spun up. Fire from the furnace in its core occasionally flared with blinding light. To all others, it merely looked like a streak of blinding white light the size of a car.
Eragon fell to his knee's, then collapsed face first onto the pavement, totally spend from an attack he'd spent far to long collecting. He started mumbling, then pushed himself onto his elbows, to see how Scar reacted, and was his fate was. Hell or high wind, however, the tornado would keep the attack contained, as long as he didn't pass out. A slight smiled spread across Eragons lips, "I'm so uncool."
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Post by Kuroboom on Sept 1, 2008 4:26:26 GMT -5
OOC: You ignored my attack, but I'll forgive you and just pretend it didn't happen.
BIC: The scarred man was cackling the entire time Eragon was piercing at him. He laughed even when his defenses were too slow and Eragon's attack sliced into his knee, his intestines, and nicking his neck.
As Eragon began the call for his final attack, the man once again unleashed his hellish energy. Magnum Killer's damaged blade was changing to one that was intentionally serrated rather than simply being ragged. The scarred man was channeling his power into the blade to make his attack. As Eragon fired his attack, he raised his sword up and with a roar, brought it crashing down on Eragon's elemental blast and sliced it cleanly in two. However, as the attack passed on either side of him the elements exploded inwards. He had made a terrible mistake in that the attack had destabilized the elements. Molten rock burned his flesh and then he was burned again by steam before being sliced open more by the iron and then finally burned one final time by the lightning. The attack was then sucked into the whirling tornado and pelted his back once again with razor sharp debris. He would bleed out at this rate.
Barely able to see straight, he looked in front of him and saw Eragon collapsed on the ground. "That... was fun," he struggled to say. Blood pouring freely from his countless wounds, he looked down at his charred clothes and burnt flesh. It would be some time before he healed. Magnum Killer had returned to its shabby appearance and he sheathed it. Starting towards Ender, he gave a weak chuckle. "Looks like I win," he said before falling face first into the dirt. He was losing consciousness fast as the blood pooled around his body. "I know this can't be the end," he thought. "There are still stronger foes for me to fight... I'll live to see another day and live to kill again." And then everything went black as he faded out of consciousness.
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Post by hermes on Sept 1, 2008 4:39:43 GMT -5
Lucas eye's widened as he saw Eragons attack, and he dived through a nearby shop window as it came into contact with Scar and exploded. The released energy and sudden change in the way the tornado flowed ripped the roof and store out from around him, before fading away like ripples in a pond. He poked his head up over the edge, like a prairie dog from its hole, absently catching the bladed ring as he did. "Uh oh." He said, looking at the two passed out warriors. "Well I don't think this is a good thing." He said, hopping out from behind the wreckage.
He hustled over to Scar, checked him, grinned broadly and almost started drooling at the blood they he'd sprayed everywhere. "Oh, oh I definitely want to see this again." He said, heaving the man over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. "Oi Ravoir my most luscious playmate!" He called to the young lady, "But I'm afraid I must take my leave!" He cried, pulling an odd looking foot wide disk out of his pocket. He tossed it on the ground, and an organic... orifice... opened in the earth. He grinned crazily, and jumped into it with Scar still over his shoulders. Once he was gone, the orifice started eating itself, until it disappeared.
Eragon coughed weakly into the dust and dirt, the tornado around him and the young woman dissolving into mere wisps of peaceful wind.
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Post by Kuroboom on Sept 1, 2008 14:40:11 GMT -5
Everything was dark. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to; he had spent much of his life in darkness. He loved and hated the darkness--it brought both comfort and pain. It was always in the dark that he caught glimpses of who he was. Or rather, who he used to be...
A small child with dark hair smiling with who seemed to be his parents. The next flash was nothing but red as blood was splattered onto his face. The boy's parents' dead faces. The memories he had always appeared as fragments in the dark. Everything after his childhood was crystal clear... The first person he killed. The way their blood flew out of them after he severed their artery. One of their friends in shock looking on at the scene demanding "WHY?" He recalled the wonderful feeling looking at her terrified face as he turned to her and said "Because it's interesting!" before disemboweling her.
A realization of pain snapped him out of his memories. Slowly the darkness lifted as his vision became clear. He saw a grubby looking ceiling above him. There were dark brown splotches everywhere as if blood had been splattered there. He tried to get up but he didn't have the energy yet. Looking down, he had been bandaged. He looked like a mummy but he had to be thankful for whatever medical aid he received. He would have bled out and his fun would have been over too soon otherwise. He couldn't turn his head from the excessive bandaging, but he was certain someone was nearby.
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Post by hermes on Sept 1, 2008 16:17:20 GMT -5
Lucas leaned over Scar, who's frame was taking up the entirety of his couch in the living room. "Hey," He said, "You better heal up at least enough to move, because I ain't hand feeding you." He said, setting a bowl of rice and a bowl of miso soup down on the coffee table. "Sorry about my place." He said, gesturing around at the apartment, which had bloodstains covering practically every surface. "I do like to kill people here occasionally, while taking care of some baser human instincts."
Meandering back and forth between the kitchen, and Scar, Lucas put a bottle of vodka on the table, some orange juice, and a bottle of coke. "You can drink the vodka if you want, but try to get at least some of it on your wounds." Lucas said, "You'll seriously die if they get infected, even if you are superhuman." Lucas he to suppress a nervous twitch of his eyebrow, this man was half again as powerful as himself. He'd never felt so overwhelmed next to anyone in his life, and a need for strength began to eclipse his desire for blood.
He suppressed it, as he'd occasionally suppressed the desire for blood that came before it. He sat down in his soft laziboy chair, pouring himself a glass composed of a quarter vodka, and the remainder orange juice. "I need to get a new place." He muttered, fingering his sword. He'd placed it beside the laziboy, in case they were followed by those other two. Though he doubted one of them would even be able to move for a while.
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Post by Kuroboom on Sept 1, 2008 16:31:23 GMT -5
Scar grunted to acknowledge he had heard Lucas. Several moments passed in silence before Scar could be heard grunting in effort as he rose up to a sitting position. Some of his wounds opened slightly as he moved causing the bandages do grow damp again. Pulling the bandages down off of his mouth asked Lucas, "Why are you helping me?" as he poured some of the vodka on to the most severely wounder areas. The wrappings absorbed it and it spread out to cover more surface area. He then took a swig and put the bottle back on the table. Scar began quietly eating the food his host had given him as he waited for a response.
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Post by hermes on Sept 1, 2008 16:42:17 GMT -5
Lucas shrugged, "I've decided I like you. You showed me a beautiful scene before we had to leave." He took a swig of his orange juice, "Even so called 'evil' people can have friends, or people they like, I suppose." He looked down at his clothing, "Speaking of which, I should probably be a more considerate friend." He said, standing and disappearing into his room for a moment. He came out wearing clean jeans, and a blue button up t-shirt. He walked out of the living room again, jacket in hand, and Scar could hear the washing machine spinning up.
Lucas walked back into the room smelling like detergent, instead of hobo. It was mostly just his clothing that stank, though the rank smell did still cling to him slightly. He flumped back into his seat, his sword whining and and bitching about his change of appearance and the mindset it could sense. He smacked the sword in it's eye, and took another swig of his drink. "Don't think I'll be merciful in combat however, there isn't much I would care to see living. Generally I don't care if it doesn't bleed though." He said, shrugging. "I bloody hate the undead, they stink worse than me and they don't bleed at all."
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Post by Kuroboom on Sept 1, 2008 16:57:22 GMT -5
"Well thank you then, Lucas," Scar said in a surprisingly polite tone. He continued eating as Lucas came back smelling clean, but the smell of death never bothered him. He encountered it everywhere anyway and told Lucas so.
He felt an odd sensation. He had always been considered wicked and he loved killing people but he had never had a friend. "Not really a surprise there, though," he thought. He had never felt the need for friendship, but this feeling interested him. Wanting to take his mind off the thoughts in his head, he asked, "So what's up with your sword?"
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Post by hermes on Sept 1, 2008 17:09:46 GMT -5
"Oh her?" He asked, picking up Orycalthasis. "This is a living demon that bit me when I was younger. It's nature corrupted me, you could say. It made me the way I am. It brings out baser, more chaotic urges. Power, lust, killing." He smiled, stroking the blade, Scar could see the nerves in the thing pulsing wildly as its heart rate went insane. "But sometimes I remember what it's like to be human, and the two conflicting natures drive me totally insane. It was like that when I found her again." He said, slowly squeezing the sword until it shrieked.
"She was tall, proud, and armored. And I, I was feral and raging. I didn't kill her, I didn't want to." He said, his eye's thinning, "Instead of forcibly remade her into this, and mastered her through force and terror. To assist me with the work forced on me." He impaled the floor with the blade, "Though she still likes to play tricks on me. Cause my mind to become increasingly unbalanced in battle. She hasn't yet learned obedience, she is a demon after all." The blade screamed horribly as he snapped it in half, violet blood spraying all over the floor from the end of the blade. It quickly scabbed over, and slowly, a new blade tip began to emerge.
"I suppose you could say I made the demon's skin into my journal." He said, shacking the blood of the new blade tip, and setting it next to the couch again. "What about your sword? It does seem more unusual than most."
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Post by Kuroboom on Sept 1, 2008 17:29:54 GMT -5
Scar looked at Lucas with a bemused expression. "That's a good question. I don't really know where Magnum Killer came from. I was still pretty young at the time and I was all alone. A group of thugs were picking on me and they started getting violent about it. One of them took a knife and carved this one into my face," he said while motioning to the vertical scar over his right eye, "All I remember is wishing I had a weapon, something to defend myself with. Magnum Killer just materialized in my hand. I stabbed the person who had cut me through his carotid artery--the blood spurted out magnificently. His girlfriend was looking on in horror and was in shock. She wanted to know why I had killed him. It was a really stupid question looking back on it. She had seen him cut my face open. I was still fascinated with how easy and fragile people were so I said to her 'Because it's interesting!' and cut her intestines out. It was a magnificent feeling. Everyone there died that day and I haven't stopped killing since..." Scar's mouth was getting dry. He hadn't talked this much in a long time. Taking a swig of the Coke this time, he continued, "Anyway, to answer the question, I think my sword is my soul's desire for carnage in a material form. As far back as I can remember, I was always a bit unstable. That incident is what pushed me off the deep edge."
Scar's eyes grew heavy as the conversation took it's toll on his already low energy. Setting his now empty bowl back on the table, he slumped over dead asleep.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 1, 2008 22:44:25 GMT -5
OOC: Prime. Stop. Superplaying.
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Post by hermes on Sept 1, 2008 23:07:38 GMT -5
OOC - Kuro wanted him to be high level warrior, , I adapted. Eragon isn't exactly a new character either. The aside, I don't like the level or type of power he's displaying at the moment either, though I do like his new personality. I updated my Bio with him, last post of the character bio's topic. Look it over if you like, but there aren't any monstrous final attacks anymore. He's more adaptive, probably a tier below high level warrior, maybe two. I will keep the tornado though, to avoid collateral damage in cities. You gonna post, or do we call Scar crashing end of topic?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 1, 2008 23:12:51 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not referring to power levels (Since Natalie's only lower mid-tier anyways, just high in skill). I'm referring to Auto-KOing Nat with the attack, where you would have been served just as well saying that you used the chaotic aftermath as cover for escaping.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 1, 2008 23:14:59 GMT -5
OOC: Nevermind, misread what was said. Though I'm out after an acknowledgement.
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Post by hermes on Sept 1, 2008 23:15:08 GMT -5
OOC - I didn't auto KO Nat, I just moved very quickly, then teased her, then jumped through a fleshy portal.
[EDIT] - I don't really get whats going on...
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 1, 2008 23:19:53 GMT -5
OOC: I read it as if you already had grabbed Scar when you saw the two fallen warriors, meaning that Natalie was one of them. Such happens when reading it top-down off the recent posts.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 1, 2008 23:41:15 GMT -5
"I'll rip your throat out!" Natalie roared as she watched him retreat, having disappeared during the final attack. She rushed at the portal, bringing her blade to bear and slashing at the toothy maw. Sparks and chips of bone flew, but it continued shrinking until all the was left was a bloody spot in the dust. Natalie growled, and scuffed the mark in the dirt with the heel of her shoe, before turning around to see how her makeshift ally was doing.
"Don't tell me you're out of gas." Natalie growled, and nudged him in the ribs with her foot. She nudged him again, and then flickered, reappearing seated on the ground beside him. "If you don't have it in you to respond, I guess I'll just have to drag you to the morgue. So how about an answer?"
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Post by hermes on Sept 2, 2008 0:26:20 GMT -5
Eragon rolled over, and looked up at the insistent lady. "Oh hello, nice to meet you to." He said, "Nice weather we're having isn't it?" He looked up at the clear sky with a wistful expression, then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a red bull. "Give me a minute would you? I've just been filled with several holes and other such unpleasant things." He said, gulping down the red bull. He felt something inside him change, and then watched in terror as his sword lost its luster, and returned to a foot long combat knife.
"What the-" He started to ask, and then suddenly felt as though a key had been turned in his mind. "Oh, I see." He muttered, the looked at the young woman's face, and shrugged. "I'm Eragon, nice to meet you." He said, dusting off his pants and getting to his feet. He disappeared momentarily, then reappeared a long moment later, his golden, overly large sword over his shoulders. "So who are you?" He asked the young woman.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 4, 2008 22:16:14 GMT -5
"I'm Natalie Ulima. Also known as the girl stuck wiping everybody else's ***es for them." She growled, still clearly irrate from her fight. She turned and lashed out, a vicious kick snapping the metal signpost she hit with a loud screech. As it clattered to the pavement, she spun, bits of cobblestone and metal flying as she struck with her blade faster than the regular eye could follow.
"There. I feel a bit better now. Maybe I won't chew your head off in the walk back to my place." Natalie said, her voice still carrying a wisp of disappointment at her present station. She waved for Eragon to follow her, and without looking towards him, spoke.
"Decent job there. Not quite enough, but then again, neither was I. Wonder if those two are gonna show up again?"
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Post by hermes on Sept 4, 2008 22:54:26 GMT -5
"Not unless one of them is a priest," Eragon said, following Nat. "Which I highly doubt considering their abilities." He tried to pop the kind out of his shoulder, finally getting it frustrated and banging it against a building with a loud 'SNAP'. He let out a long sigh of relief. "Man that really killed, I've been hidden away training until recently. I almost couldn't get back into the groove. My reflexes are shot, but at least my strength and speed have improved." He started to mutter, "To bad about that last attack though, it was a one time deal." He rubbed his thumb across the blade of his neutronium sword.
"Also, for the record, I wasn't trying to kill him. I'm generally against killing unless in the most dire circumstances." He said, "My life wasn't in danger, and I doubt I could kill that monster anyways." He shrugged, "It was a pointless fight." He tripped over a curb, and took two graceless steps to steady himself. The pavement cracked under his feet, the weight of the sword to much for it to handle suddenly. "Eiiiii," Eragon made a strangled noise, "I hope they don't charge my Visa for that."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 5, 2008 0:52:27 GMT -5
"Ah, the wonders of training. I've been doing some, too, but not really that much. Just getting acclimatized to some changes." Natalie pointed to her wrist, where her trademark charm bracelet had been replaced by a sterile looking silver band, half an inch thick. "A bit of a downgrade, really, but it's sturdier."
"Bummer about that one-time thing. How did it work, anyways? Because if you're out of that, then we have nothing big to throw at them. And that means I'm stuck chipping away at tin can for an hour." Natalie clenched her fist.
"And unlike you, I'm all for killing defects like those two. They're wasting their skills on childish games with no point whatsoever." She paused. "What do you mean, you weren't in any danger? He SHREDDED you." Natalie looked at him quizzically, and then lept clear when the pavement cracked beneath him.
"Don't worry about it. The neighborhood watch covers most repair bills for roads and public structures out of gratitude for our services, though they do get fidgety about damage to private property, like houses and stuff. That tends to make them irrate." Nat smiled, forgetting her woes. "And by the way, I'm not sure what we've got in the lab at my place, but I think we should have some decent sized anti-gravity devices. That might help you out a bit with the weapon. Though I'll only trade you one, not give you it."
"You're an aquaintance, not a friend, yet." Natalie reminded him.
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Post by hermes on Sept 5, 2008 11:21:47 GMT -5
"You don't need to worry about this thing." He said, recovering quickly. "I'm quite used to the weight, I'm just tired." He was honestly more worried about the knife at his ankle. "And yes, he did shred me up pretty good." Eragon said, fingering his ruined clothing. He threw his jacket into a trash disposal as they walked by, it'd nearly been severed in half anyways. His shirt was soaked with blood, and it made him itch, so he tossed that to.
"Sorry," He said modestly, blushing slightly. "Anyways, as you can see I did get shredded, but not permanently damaged. I won't tell you why though, and that I apologize for." He said, drawing the knife from his ankle. "As for that attack, it was composed of magical energy that this weapon absorbed. I used it all at once, apparently there wasn't enough left for it to regenerate itself." He fingered the blade, "So not its all gone." Eragon said sadly.
"However I do feel that it has left me something else I can use. It isn't Mangekyo Aetherion, but it is a stable and consistent power a level above my own was. That attack was meant to be sudden, overwhelming, and terribly powerful anyways." He put his knife away, "Not something used under regular circumstances." He coughed, "I could use a new shirt, but I don't know what I could trade for that. All I really have is this Neutronium blade."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 5, 2008 11:22:44 GMT -5
NAIC - Oh god, how was this topic able to get so far in before I realized there was a character named Eragon involved? Prime, buddy, you know I'm all for your return as a full-fledged member, but... Eragon? Really?
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