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Arwon Zora Level: 35  Posts: 406/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| -If I have a pen in my hand I compulsively doodle and draw random lines and patterns. I cannot stop myself, every page in every lecture notebook I have is packed with them. -I am terrible at ending conversations, I am fairly certain I'm frequently perceived as quite rude for this. -Can't sleep if I am even moderately warm, and related to this I don't ever sleep in a neatly made bed. -I have an extremely good memory for trivia, pop culture quotes and song lyrics. -I'm a compulsive joint-cracker... back, shoulders, neck, wrists, fingers, ankles, the works. It seriously worries me, it feels often like everything in my body is slightly out of alignment. -I rarely write short and simple sentences, or sentences without subclauses. -No musical training, don't play an instrument or anything, but I'm pretty sure I actualy have a decent voice and a good sense of pitch and tone and melody and so forth. When I sing along to songs I affect their accent and intonation wherever possible and it bugs me when people don't. |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 407/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| If I'm drinking wine mostly I go for a good Shiraz. Or a bad Shiraz. (edited by Arwon on 08-15-05 10:22 PM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 408/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Militarised suburbia is a scary and weird thing, these settlements are colonialism that was designed to create Facts On The Ground and make compromise impossible. That's why they're all populated mostly by nationalist psychos and religious zealots. Hopefully Sharon's doing this as a dry run for the main event - a West Bank withdrawal. |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 409/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Anyone with a memory or historical background that stretches back to Meir Kahane, the Kach Party, the plot to blow up the Dome of the Rock, the Hebron Massacre and Yigal Shamir killing Yitzakh Rabin shouldn't be surprised by that. | |||
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 410/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| There's no reason it *can't* happen but it probably won't, nor should. | |||
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 411/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Going to see Architecture in Helsinki tomorrow and Mountain Goats next month. Huzzah! | |||
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 412/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| I'm gonna do separate lists: ARTY, POIGNANT DELICATE LITTLE MOVIES 5. Being John Malkovich - Just bumps Amelie 4. Americn Beauty - Gotta love Spacey dying with a smile on his face 3. Magnolia - A little long, but the movie made my draw drop and left me speechless on three separate occasions. 2. High Fidelity - Cusack's ability as a sort of awkward, dorky, self-aware everyman, coupled with music geekery. 1. the Royal Tenenbaums. Sublime, subtle, beautiful, perfect. MINDFUCKERY 5. Requiem for a Dream - great, powerful, but just a little *too* harrowing to just thrown on any old time. 4. Fight Club - probably one of the defining movies of our generation 3. Momento - so clever 2. Se7en 1. Silence of the Lambs - Respect, ok? One of the true classics, best villain ever (fuck you, Vader) FUNNYNESS 5. Life of Brian 4. Battle Royale - YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? Maybe it's not intended to be funny, but I read it is a very black comedy. 3. the Big Lebowski - perfectly orchestrated comedy 2. Mean Girls 1. Holy Grail GEEKERY 5. Kill Bill taken as a single entity 4. Empire Strikes Back 3. Pirates of the Carribean - a little too G-rated but what can you do? 2. Sin City - New but brilliant 1. The Indiana Jones trilogy. Can't top it, sorry Star Wars geeks, but Indie had the better strikerate and lumping them together is the only way other movies even get a look-in. And overall, I'd have to say the Royal Tenenbaums. (edited by Arwon on 08-20-05 10:05 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-20-05 10:06 AM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 413/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Intrvenously. | |||
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 414/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| You should bomb them. | |||
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 415/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Think I might give this a shot. Name - Arwon. Race - Avarian Lylatian. (Falco Lombardi's people... Bird-like humanoids of the Lylat System.) Birthplace - The planet MacBeth, in the Lylat system. Height - 175cm Weight - 55kg Appearance - Dark blue feathers, (darker than Falco's) a large beak, a slim, wirey frame, and wing-like hands that enable him a measure of flying ability. Feathered tail. Bears a large scar across the left side of his face. Wears a light jacket, black in colour, with grey pants. Boots made of a light, durable metal alloy. Bio - Arwon is a bounty hunter, like many of his race, he travels the universe in search of... well, bounty. And adventure. And plunder. He is a seasoned veteran, having spent time fighting with a Lylat System Army Special Forces unit, as well as with several other, less legitimate organisations. It is rumoured that he fought on the side of Andross during the Lylat Wars, either by choice or not, depending on who you listen to... and darker rumours of strange powers owed to Andross's genetic experiments also circulate. Arwon grew up in a small, rather rustic town on the fringes of civilisation, deep in the southern regions of MacBeth. Due to this, he was raised the constant presence of both unspoilt nature and high-technology. This makes him a rather well-rounded sort of fighter, just as much at home in a space-borne dog-fight as duking it out in a forest, elemental mage style. He is a rather durable member of his race, having whethered many a battle, but this is by no means impressive overall, giving him what would be considered merely average endurance in a human. Weapons, fighting style, etc Arwon's fighting style centres around his natural agility and martial arts skills and innumerable bounty-hunting related gadgets. He always carries his blaster, usually wields a staff, and has two extremely durable devices on his wrists that perfom a wide variety of functions such as the trademark hexagonal reflector shield, magnetic manipulation, grappling hooks, controlling his ship on autopilot, and so forth. He is also adept at various forms of magic. Some elemental techniques were honed in the wilderness of MacBeth, and as a result he has a natural sensitivity to magic forces and innate ability to use them to some extent. Other, more advanced methods, he performs with the aid of Technomage technology. (Think Materia crossed with modern science) Foremost among these devices is his staff, which is built to amplify and focus mana attacks, but there are other tools which are considerably harder to use... (edited by Arwon on 08-21-05 07:08 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-21-05 07:08 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-21-05 07:09 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 09:19 PM) (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 09:22 PM) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 12:58 AM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 416/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| (OOC: Your character *is* inside the statue, right?) A small, angular craft entered low orbit of the planet. Inside, Arwon poked at buttons and eased the craft down. The target was the southern continent, largest city. The planet was lush, rich, prosperous, a centre of civilisation. It reminded him of Corneria. For most of his people, Avarians of icy and struggling Macbeth, Corneria was a byword for heavyhanded repression, centuries of imperialist rule. Arwon was once like them, but his bitter experiences during the Lylat Wars had cured him of such anger. When Andross had come promising a free and independent Macbeth and then unleashed horrors on the world that shattered his world, ravaged the very genetic code of his people, Arwon had fought alongside the forces of Andross in the final assault on Corneria... the enemy of my enemy. Hah. Stupidity. When he returned home after the war and after the prison camps... he found devestation that dwarfed the casual callousness of Cornerian imperialism. The experience had freed him of any political fervor and left him bitter. Arwon regarded the planet before him. It was known for one thing. They call it a "Sim Battle" arena. People fighting for honour, to train, for the sheer blinking hell of it. Madness. Violence and combat to Arwon were tools of his trade. He'd seen dozens of systems, hundreds of battles, learned many necessary skills, and he'd honed them well - techniques martial, magical, technological... that made him a highly prized bounty hunter. But he didn't seek fights. They were things to be avoided. He'd seen enough to know glory and pride were dangerous illusions, liable to get one killed. They got the blood rushing, made one liable to relish the violence, led to lapses of judgement. Blood, bruises, mental drain... stupidity. To create an arena and a spectator sport of such brutal, nasty business? Unfathomable. The ship arced gracefully through the atmosphere and made for the busy spaceport of the Sim Battle City. He landed, made his way into the gleaming, utopian city centre. Set against the skyline was the towering mass of the Arena, and near it was the memorial park that was his goal. No-one watched Arwon, no-one stopped him and asked for papers. his childhood on Macbeth and experiences during the war made him unused to this freedom. He relished the fresh air in the park, and spotted his goal. It was a statue. There was no-one around now, and the air held a static chill which spoke of powerful magic at work. This place was a locus of power - unusual to feel such power concentrated in an urban area. This wasn't just a vein of elemental magic... something was bound here. Something powerful. And the binding centred on the statue. Arwon shivered. His client had sent him with vague instructions. Something was hidden in the statue, his client wanted it. Something dark and menacing seemed to be squeezing Arwon's guts. He considered leaving and abandoning the mission... but that could be just as dangerous. His client had huge resources backed by a vague and menacing organisation that Arwon knew wouldn't let him just walk away. They had specifically picked Arwon, saying "I need someone powerful". Then there was the reward. It dwarfed anything Arwon had ever worked for before. If he scored this, he could retire in splendour. He shrugged... couldn't be that bad, probably just nervous at the idea of so muich money. He dug out a silvery gadget, small and sleek, a sort of scanning device, and he inspected it as it analysed the area. There was definitely a powerful binding magic in the air. Whoever protected that statue really didn't want anyone stealing whatever was inside. No matter. Arwon didn't have the reputation he did among bounty hunters without having to break down a few magical binding spells. He could pull this one down easily. Most worlds hadn't really explored the scientific aspects of magic... they were superstitious and foolish, they assumed it was beyond such analysis and control. They were amateurs, two-bit mystics and mages wowing primitave dullards with fireworks displays. Arwon had, over the years, had dealings with various Technomages... and, well, he knew better. Magic was a force of the universe, same as any other, analysable, controllable. His staff, a technomage implement of deceptive simplicty, was a powerful conduit engineered for this purpose, and he had others. He pressed a couple of buttons on his scanning device and put it away. He knelt down, holding the staff vertically with both hands. He closed his eyes and felt elemental power surging within him... between him, the the staff, the statue. Powerful arcs of invisible energy arced, Arwon grimaced. Magic was draining, technologically channeled or not. It was working, though... the bind was loosening. Arwon saw in his mind, a thousand chains around a glowing orb, slipping away, falling limp. He clenched his teeth and tensed as the power peaked.... then fell back. He opened his eyes... the spell was broken. Whatever was in the statue could now be easily taken. As Arwon stood, the ground began to shake. (edited by Arwon on 08-21-05 08:00 AM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 417/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| "Aw shit." The ground stopped shaking, the statue had dissolved revealing not a bounty to be had, but the rather psychotic and messianic figure brimming with malevolent energy. "I don't suppose you're going to come with me back to my client's homeworld? I've got a lot of money riding on this." No response. "Didn't think so." It was clear now that Arwon had been set up, used. Pah. His client had needed someone expendable to release this... for what purposes he shuddered to think. Did the bloodyminded idiots think they could control this Sephiroth, use him in some way? Doubtful. It knows my name, he thought. I released it. There must be some connection... does it think it owes me loyalty? How powerful *is* it? It just crushed a building, I shouldn't be anywhere near it. Arwon fingered the autopilot controls on his wrist, but thought better of it. His hand instead found its way to his laser blaster. It still just stood there, fixing its eyes on him. "Are you gonna do something, or what?" It didn't move, instead regarding the Avarian quietly. "So I assume you're evil and twisted and stuff, planning to destroy this planet, or whatever?" No response. Something sounding like latin began to stir up, a chant eminating from parts unknown. Background music, same as earlier. Sephiroth's theme? Swelling background music could only mean one thing, and it was never good. Arwon drew the laser blaster he'd be nervously fingering. The music built, Arwon's brow furrowed. The Latin chanting began to build to a crescendo. Something was about to happen. (edited by Arwon on 08-21-05 09:44 PM) (edited by Arwon on 08-21-05 09:45 PM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 418/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Shit! In an instant, there was a cloud of blades converging on Arwon from all directions. They arced through the air with lightning pace. In an instant, Arwon's mind ticked through a half dozen defensive options, in the way in which a well-trained mind makes precise calculations in an instant, weighing the pros and cons, picking the optimum response, instinctive process at a level below conscious thought. There were too many blades to reliably dodge, agile as Arwon was, and certainly too many too shoot out of the sky with his blaster. They were obviously controlled by Sephiroth and would likely follow him if he simply moved with blinding speed in an effort to avoid them that way. Not enough time to pull any fancy magic defences... In an instant, Arwon brought his hands together, sparked the two wrist-plates, and with a bright pulse of energy, a hexagonal blue reflector shield went up around him in an instant. The device was simple, light and reliable, and, more or less indestructable - Lylatian technology at its best. The principle was simple... anything moving above a certain speed was reflected back in the direction it had come from, all kinetic energy reversed. There were limitations of course... but knives were well within the specs, even hundreds. The hexagonal shield surrounding Arwon pulsated with energy as the innumerable projectiles were sent back exactly the same direction from which they'd come. They embedded in trees, clanged against cement, fell to the ground, and so forth. Arwon held his staff in a combat position and eyed Sephiroth. What was this? It seemed to be insane. Clearly it wanted Arwon dead. Survival instincts took over... Arwon realised he must fight this messianic abomination or be killed. He was glad he wasn't the religous sort or the chanting and angelic/demonic symbolism might have gotten to him. Staff in one hand, Arwon took a running start and lept into the air as though to jump over Sephiroth. Once there he seemed to hang for an unnaturally long time - logically enough, being Avian and all that. He spun laterally in mid air, drawing, taking aim, and firing the blaster in one fluid motion... a volley of shots that arced directly down at Sephiroth as the Avian passed over head, before landing gracefully just behind him. He spun around, blaster now back in holster, and brought the staff to bear, swinging several rapid blows at his opponent. (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 10:52 AM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 419/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Alright, this is a pretty open sort of thing, could be fun. The basic idea is of about a half dozen demi-gods playing an elaborate board game, each picking an ordinary human in the modern world, and messing with their fate, and by association, the fate of the world. Thus we need both Gods and Mortals to play. ---- There are two kinds of beings in the universe. There are mortals and there are Gods. The former live short, brutal, pointless lives, the vast majority of them linger in drudgery and misery, the rest either die young or are mostly insane. The latter, through aeons of ennui, through sadism, through misguided idealistic meddling, but mostly because they can, spend most of their time causing the former's lives to be short, brutal and pointless. To them, the fate of mortals is a plaything. Literally. The room was impossibly bright and impossibly white. It seems to be constructed at odd angles... the eye cannot find a right-angle anywhere. The strangest thing, though, is that there are no shadows. In the middle of the room sits a round table, surrounded by couches. Ineffable couches of mindshattering splendour, naturally. On the table sat a board game, some dice, some cards. Everything was set. Acan waited. He always did like a game of chance... and the stakes, oh my, the stakes would be high. It was going to be a delightful evening... or aeon. Much the same thing, really. Suddenly there is a door in the room. It opens. ---- OOC: Enter and introduce yourself! (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 11:48 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 11:48 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 12:10 PM) |
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| Acan: "Hey, do I march into your house and start criticising the decor? I *like* the simple yet Escheresque look!" Zerodius looks unimpressed. Acan: "Gah. Very well." *mumbles* The room shifts and transforms. Suddenly it is dark, the walls have become stone, and there are inscriptions on the walls. Acan: "My old digs back in Chichen Itza. I never got off on the whole animal-worship thing, a jaguar's just a jaguar, but to each their own. Drink? I *am* the god of wine, after all." A bottle of Mount Olympus Shiraz appears in Arwon's hands, and he pours two ineffable glasses. The glasses appear to be gossamer thin upon close analysis, constructed out of nothingness. But they hold wine. Acan: "Ah, bottled right after the Titan war. A very good aeon." (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 08:52 PM) (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 08:53 PM) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 01:53 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 01:55 AM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 421/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| The demon wind left innumerable tiny cuts on Arwon. They were unimportant. The bigger problem was the building sphere of high gravity that was forming and englufing him. Arwon was an avian, and a space pilot... he was used to heavy G's, but this was getting pretty close to intolerable. He found himself trapped within the growing orb. Thinking quickly, Arwon aimed his wrist at Sephiroth and fired a grappling dart connected to a high-tensile and very strong wire. It escaped the vortex of high gravity and ensnared the Navi, lodging into his armour. Arwon grinned... well, grimaced... through the slowly building gravitational field, then retracted the line. Sephiroth, still ensnared, was yanked within the bounds of the high gravity field. As Sephiroth was pulled in, his momentum increased. He ended up hurtling past Arwon, and was halted at the very core of the sphere, where gravity was heaviest and overcame his momentum... Arwon then used the momentum of Sephiroth being pulled past him, into the sphere, deeper on the gravitational incline, to slingshot himself around the core of the vortex and launch himself free of its grip, like a tennis ball on a string, suddenly released. Arwon lay on the ground, gasping, bleeding a little, and rolled onto his back to see what had become of the Navi. (edited by Arwon on 08-22-05 10:31 PM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 422/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| The grip was firm, crushing... this thing was a good measure stronger than Arwon and those hands were glowing with energy of a force (and pain-dealing capacity) Arwon didn't care to contemplate.. But Arwon was quicker, and his arms were free. And they were airborne. Arwon had a split second to act... he dropped the staff he was still holding and slipped a pair of throwing knives out from his sleeves. Sephiroth was revelling in the moment and didn't notice the subtle movement - Arwon was obviously held firm and had no chance of escaping, and was about to endure serious pain. No doubt the mad bastard would enjoy it, too. At the same moment that the now glowing hands began to discharge into him with hideous force, Arwon threw his knives. The Avian pulsated and screamed as the energy discharged into his face and stomach... but Sephiroth too was hurt, he reeled back after a moment as the knives plunged into his two wings. Both having been stunned, the two fell the short distance to the ground. Arwon recovered surprisingly quickly... the blast had hurt like hell but didn't seem to rattle him mentally as much as he'd expected. He was still in Sephiroth's grip but the attack had abated for the moment. Right then. He'd been reactive for too long and he couldn't keep avoiding the brunt of these attacks forever, it was time for Arwon to deal some damage of his own. First he needed his staff, the primary (and certainly the easiest to use) conduit of many of his more mystical skills. It'd fallen near him, within reach. Arwon closed his eyes for a split second, in order to call up the energy that the more spiritual and superstitious called 'mana'. Really, it was another force of the universe, nothing more, nothing less. The trick to channeling these energies is to realise that the raw energy is just raw material to be shaped and manipulated. The staff was a focal point, engineered to hone and intensify these conjurings, but the initial formation of such energy came from the mind. Arwon's mind quickly filled with images of electrical storms, thunder, torrential rain over vast plains. These were easy images to draw on - his childhood on Macbeth had given him ample memories and they came easily. Arwon's staff glowed an etheral blue, and bolts of intense lightning arced from the end of it in a continuous blast, pumping into the Navi. (editted for continuity with the post below - the blood thing, and also Sephiroth not falling and maintaining the grapple with Arwon) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 12:46 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 12:49 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 12:53 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 01:05 AM) |
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| What was this thing that didn't bleed and seemed able to neutralise lightning at its whim? Arwon was dazed and could barely move. He felt the ground shake... Sephiroth had fractured the battlefield with seismic magic. This didn't particularly bother the lithe Avian, he was still more agile than the fallen Angel and was quite at home in the air. Of more immediate concern was the array of small warheads that would momentarily bear down on him. He could barely move, dodging was not an option. Most of his gadgets, the ones not secured on his person, had fallen loose. However, they didn't appear to be smart missiles, and they mostly rained down in the same direction. Arwon, lying on his back, poked at his wrist, remotely activating a precisely calibrated electromagnent in his blaster, attuned to the frequency of his wrist plates. He held up his hand and a moment later the blaster flipped through the air and back into his hands. With so many tools to keep track of, and so few hands, this electromagnetic tracking system was invaluable. It just didn't quite work so well with knives... Arwon began to fire desperately at the missiles. There were many of them, but their numbers worked against them... one exploded, and the explosion destroyed nearby missiles. Moreover, the fact that they all rained in the same direction gave Arwon a workably small cone of fire to concentrate on. And he was a very good shot. Arwon kept firing, missiles fell all around him, the blasts screaming in his eardrum, the ground shaking, dust getting in his eyes, his mouth, the gritty taste mixing with the blood he already tasted. Still he kept firing. The missile barrage slowed, and then subsided. Arwon had avoided any direct hits, and his hearing would return momentarily. As for the taste of blood and dust... meh. Not the first time. Arwon's senses gradually returned and he gingerly got up. He regarded Sephiroth, now flying quite a distance above him, for the moment doing nothing. Arwon's problem was that flight meant that he couldn't use his arms for anything else. He had to find a way to counter Sephiroth's flight advantage. He removed his jacket to enable him to fly more easily. He executed a small jump to escape the crater pit and glanced around. Some of the swords Sephiroth had conjured earlier still laid around the arena, as did some of Arwon's things which were shaken loose. He grabbed the sword closest to hand, it was a Katana of all things. Sephiroth was well armoured but Arwon banked on him having conjured very strong and absurdly sharp swords capable of slicing this armour to ribbons. He looked up, and grinned. There was a *ding* noise and then a blue blur towards Sephiroth. Before Sephiroth knew what had happened, there was a slicing sensation across his chest, clean through the golden armour and deep into whatever it was this thing had instead of flesh. There should have been foundains of blood. Arwon was in the air above him, feathered arms keeping him aloft for the moment, allowing him to reposition himself. There was another *ding*, and another blue blur back past Sephiroth and towards the ground, and a second slicing sensation, this time across the angelic wing. Arwon was on the ground again, still holding the Katana. (OOC: That'd be my take on the Illusion move from Smash Brothers Melee) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 01:47 AM) (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 01:50 AM) |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 424/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| (OOC: Starting to get into the elemental territory now, something dark, powerful and hated within him... I haven't really used this side of the character before, but it seems to fit) The landscape was now quite flooded. After a moment, water erupted upwards like Moses parting the red sea, then flowed outwards, leaving an empty space within the torrent. It was as though an invisible barrier was holding the water out of a circle surrounding Arwon. He also had his staff once more, which he was holding horizontally above his head. Arwon's eyes now pulsated with some previously unseen power. The sudden onslaught of elemental magical energies - first fire, then water - and an ever mounting raw animal rage, had built up an intense, elementally-based power within him. No longer was Arwon judiciously drawing on, controlling and channeling these energies precisely, but they were simply roaring and seething through him - he couldn't have repressed them if he tried. Access to this realm of the physical universe was a legacy of Andross's ghastly genetic experiments with his people's natural sensitivity to them, but these skills Arwon only drew on sparingly. He hated the fact that the thing he dispised the most was what made him strong, and he hated the cost at which it had come. The waters that were being held at bay now flowed inwards, converging at Arwon's feet, before seeming to flow upwards, lifting Arwon into the air on a geyser of spiralling water until he was at Sephiroth's height. The Avian sat nonchalantly and cross-legged on the unnatural geyser, staff held casually at his side. His eyes flared, and locked with Sephiroth's. Arwon: "I asked for no help. I assume that's the local defence force you just wiped out.... with the mess we've been making it is ahrdly surprising that they'd have come. I work alone, I always have. Well, since Andross, at least. I've fought armies before, I led the invasion and the purging of Katina... and I'm still here, don't think you can cast me off so lightly, and don't think you can intimidate me by destroying a few tanks." Sephiroth: "I had wondered what powers laid within you that allowed you to release me. A mere bounty hunter couldn't have been worthy!" Arwon: "What I do with my life, and why I do it, is of no consequence." The air around Arwon began to heat up. The water column receeded, seemingly released from whatever was holding it up. Arwon dropped back smoothly into the waters, obscured from view, but only for a moment. Soon, the water all around where he had dropped was seething and steaming. A moment later, the waters surged once more. Arwon came hurtling out of the water in a flying leap, now enshrouded in a pocket of searingly heated air (think of this as an über-variation on the Firey up+B move in Smash Brothers) and beyond that, a torrent of boiling water that turned him into a kind of sentient geyser. Arwon now flew rapidly towards Sephiroth, more or less tackling him. For a moment, they hung there in mid-air, Arwon at Sephiroth's back, using the staff to choke Sephiroth in a headlock. The searing, scalding torrent that surrounded Arwon now surrounded Sephiroth too, and surged all around him. Arwon then proceeded to drag Sephiroth back down into the tempestuous water, and as the two splashed into it and below the surface, Arwon moved through the water as though it wasn't there, it offered no more resistance than an atmosphere might. He held the fallen angel (now literally!) below the water's surface, aiming to both scald and drown him. The heat rippled around the now seemingly possessed Avian's body, continuing to boil the water more and more intensely. Arwon pulled the staff tighter, pressing the choke-hold harder as the water continued to seethe. |
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Arwon Zora Level: 35 Posts: 425/506 EXP: 278115 For next: 1821 Since: 03-15-04 From: Terra Australis Incognita Since last post: 5 hours Last activity: 10 min. |
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| Broken bones: I broke my collarbone when I was about 5, trying to climb some shelves to reach a toy that was placed out of reach. Insects etc: I got infested with mites after sleeping in the grass in Newcastle earlier in the year. Killed them all pretty quickly with a cream though... "scabies" sounds much worse than it is. It sounds like something a pirate would die of (arrr! the dreaded scabies? I'm sorry matey) but actually it's just a rash caused by allergy to the little buggers. I don't remember precisely but I've been bitten by various ants various times - including once by those huge red bullants. Ow. Mosquitos of course. I think that's it. No spiders or jellyfish, thank god. This is Australia, that shit ain't pretty. Scars: A kid threw scissors at me when I was six, I blocked them with my right hand, and the resulting scar (and deformed black hair sprouting from it) is how I learned left from right. I've had a couple of other injuries that I was amazed didn't scar... guess I heal well. (edited by Arwon on 08-23-05 05:56 AM) |
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