Acmlm's Board - I2 Archive - Sim-Battle Arena - TR3 Melvin vs. Cappa
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Dracoon
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I'll see you later, can't really judge this one, Melvin wins by default. |
Schwa
Posts: 1256/2214 |
But it was still a nice fight so far. Melvin, of course, gets my vote. Thank you. |
Grey the Stampede
Posts: 2094/3770 |
Alright then, that's fine, Cappa. The fight's over and time's up, but I'm guessing we don't really need to judge this one... |
Cappa
Posts: 118/118 |
OOC:Im sorry to anounce that I am dropping out of the tournment....due to my new obssession and homework I dont have the time or interest for this at the moment.....sorry Melvin i was looking forward to battleing....maybe later |
Grey the Stampede
Posts: 2021/3770 |
Hey guys, just a reminder that all fights will be ending on April 5th, as opposed to March 28th. Due to lack of activity, the fights will last for a month instead of three weeks. Keep on fightin'! |
Mel
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Mel wasn't exactly sure of what to do at the moment. The teenager turned his cap around to it's signature position with a single flick, and licked his lips for a moment, trying to think of what exactly he should be doing. He instinctively reached for one of the Gauss Submachine Guns given to him, drew it, and pointed it at Cappa. He quickly steadied his aim, the three dots lining up over his target, and pulled the trigger, sending a flurry of the tiny projectiles towards his opponent at an incredibly high velocity, while bouncing his arm all over the place. The teen quickly took hold of the grip with his other hand, trying to keep his aim steady.
Mel: He wasn't kidding! The recoil on this is just killer...! |
Cappa
Posts: 117/118 |
OOC:sorry again for the delay ..... I hade a lot of homework.
"Good I would love to see what you can do."
Cappa walks to the center of the arena and stops. Then he continues as if he was thinking about somthing and decided against it. He stops again about half way between the north side of the arena and the center. Cappa pulls two cylenders out of belt and faces his opponent waiting for him to make the first move.
Mel
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Melvin blinked, looking up at his opponent, then meeped, taking Cappa's hand and scrambling to his feet. He sweatdropped, and twisted his cap backwards, allowing a large brown bang to poke out through the hole on the back of the cap.
Melvin: Oh! You're here. ^^; I hope I didn't make you wait long or anything...
The young man smiled, and extended his hand.
Melvin: May the best fighter win! |
Cappa
Posts: 116/118 |
After a while Cappa's breath returned to normal and he regained his strength. Cappa strolled around the arena untill he was standing over the sleeping Melvin. In a swift move Cappa fliped Melvin's cap up, allowing the bright sun to reach his eyes.
"Wake up kid, This is going to be a realy boring match if we sleep the whole time."
Cappa puts him arm out to Melvin and offers him a hand in getting up.
Mel
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The Past, True Universe Melvin (Hereby known as Melvin unless otherwise noted) was sitting on the astroturf field, his cap turned to the front and lowered over his eyes, while a large bubble inflated and deflated from his nose in time with his breathing. Evidently, he had no opposition to Cappa's request.
Melvin: Zzzz. n.n |
Cappa
Posts: 115/118 |
OOC:sorry about the delay....
Cappa enters the stage quite differently from normal. Instead of arriving in the flash of light his telaporter makes he comes running in almost out of breath through the main entrance. As he makes his way into the arena he explains his situation.
"Sorry about the delay. My ship was parked about 5 miles from here when all my systems went dead. When i went out to look around for damages all i could find was an old guy ranting about "magical nazis"or somthing like that. anyway I managed to run all the way here before remembering that I have a jetpack on. I just isn't my day I geuss. If i could just take a minute to rest before the fight I would appreciate it." |
Mel
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At one side of the Coliseum-esque arena's generic astroturf field stood a gaggle of Melvins, in varying shapes, sizes, and styles of dress, from different time periods and realities strewn across the multiverse. They seemed to be deep in collective thought, planning for the upcoming match.
Melvin (Present, True Universe): Let me see the records from Cappa's last two battles...
A Melvin to his right, wearing a suit and not sporting the trademark thick, circular glasses of the others, handed a small pad to him that resembled both a clipboard and a computer at the same time.
Melvin (Future, Parallel Universe): Right here.
The True Universe Melvin quickly went over the details of the challenger's previous fights.
Melvin (True Universe): He uses a lot of technology...
A large, buffed-out Melvin next to him with a goatee and a distinct lack of hair on his head spoke up in a German accent.
Melvin (Future, Alternate Universe): So we cancel it out with better technology, magic, or brute force.
Melvin (Present, True Universe): Which is a definite plus for us, since each one of us posesses one of those qualities.
Melvin (Past, Alternate Universe): We could always try fighting him with a giant robot!
Melvin (Future, True Universe): Giant robots aren't the solution to everything! 
A teenage Melvin, sans glasses and sporting a red cap twisted backwards, as well as a t-shirt and blue jeans, checks his watch.
Melvin (Past, True Universe): Guys, we're running out of time. The match is about to start, and we still haven't made a choice!
An angst-filled Melvin with a ripped and torn labcoat looked at him.
Melvin (Lavos Future, Parallel Universe): Well, why don't you go?
Melvin (Past, True Universe): W... wha?
Melvin (Present, True Universe): Hey, not a bad idea! If a five-year old in a robot could win a fight, you should have no problem.
Melvin (Past, True Universe): I don't even have a weapon...
The Lavos Future Melvin handed the teenager a pair of what appeared to be heavily modified and buffed out MAC 10's. He recieved more equipment on loan from some of his counterparts in the next few minutes, which he quickly stuffed into all of his pockets. He picked up his skateboard, and began to walk off to the center of the field.
Melvin (Past, True Universe): Do you guys really think I can do this...?
Melvin (Present, True Universe): You'll be fine, kid. Knock 'em dead. |
Grey the Stampede
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OOC: Alright guys, I want a good, clean fight. Use the arena how you will, design it to your perfect specifications, and make sure you follow the rules. That said, fire away! |
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