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Jack Skellington Bit                   Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| "You're getting ti - urd..."
Jack made a backward leap to escape Grey's initial swipe, but stumbled when he landed. Something had been bugging him for the past few minutes, and he was sure he had just heard it, even if Grey showed no signs of acknowledgement. "Gyeh hee hee hee hee hee!" Ignoring the voice until it was the proper time to confront it, Jack nimbly hopped over the yo-yo, and before reaching land he had sliced the air beneath him with his knife in an attempt to sever the connecting string. He was going to follow this with a mad combo pointed at Grey, but he slipped on some strange black goo when he touched the floor and fell forcefully to the ground. He wasn't kept wondering about what had happened for very long. When he lifted his slime-covered hands, he noted that the skin had been shrunk down to the thin bone. They could have easily belonged to someone over one hundred years old. But the tar substance evaporated quickly, and his hands returned to their full, sleek shape momentarily. He knew the effect of pure decay when he saw it. Jack: "Atrats. What are doing?" The puddle he lay in, which was eating his beautiful coat to shreds, pulled itself into the disgustingly lumpy shape of a death sprite. Atrats: "Oh, you do reckanize me! I t'ought I wasn't making myself clear enough before. . ." Jack: "I know what you're up to, you hateful little wretch. I learned when I was placed in Grey's mind - you set me up for this." Atrats blinked silently, and suppressed a snicker. Atrats: "Maybe I did play the Jack card in my game, but it was only out of considie-ration for yoouuu. Hey, if you were a card, wouldjah be a heart or a spade? A little hearty Jack? Tee hyeh - " Jack made to reach at Atrats with a strangling grip, but the sprite smartened up and got to the point. "You're very determined, Jacky, and you have to be senselessly beaten to bloody bits before you finally realize that... you don't belong with the LIVING!!!" At this harsh note, Atrats violently exploded and showered Jack with more of the aging goo. Yet when he wiped it out of his eyes, Jack saw that little or no time had passed in the court at all - Grey had yet to react from Jack's evasion. Minding his wounds, Jack staggered up and prepared for the next attack, not displeased that he couldn't seem to get his own strike in. As soon as Jack was up, a haunting voice passed by the ears of Grey, only audible to he. "You were right with the fire attack... just make it hit!" |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain    Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6292 days Last view: 6291 days |
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| Grey saw the knife and scoffed as it sparked against his yo-yo's string...
Grey: "An adaptation of the Fuchoin String Style... Not gonna--huh?" He noticed Jack's aging body, a result of the decaying goo, and flinched as he head the ghostly voice pass by his ears. Not the best time to be hearing voices. He closed his eyes and turned on his second sight, only to see Atrats, the little bugger, floating around Jack's head and spraying him with the decaying goo. 'I thought...' "I thought I said..." He scowled angrily, that same green glow surrounding him again, this time even more intense. Fueled by rage, a less pure kind of focus, it was unrefined and nigh-uncontrolled. This damn demon was really screwing around with the two battlers. There was a quick flash, and Grey appeared next to Jack, Atrats' spectral form enclosed in his fist. His glare was akin to that of a man scorned, his pride hurt and his eyes full of fury. Grey squeezed the aging goo that poured out onto his fist, but its touch had no effect on him at all. The power of the imagination is, after all, timeless. "....To stop ruining my floor..." A cold wind swirled around Grey's body, and the black goo began to get cooler and cooler, eventually freezing into a hard shell around his hand. "...And to stop messing with Jack! PK Freeze Omega!!!" The simple, cold wind quickly turned into a raging manifestation of psychic cold with Grey's echoing cry, a maelstrom that flowed around Grey's body, freezing him, with the gooey Atrats in his psionic grip, inside of a massive, solid block of pure frost. The goo that surrounded Jack quickly froze and cracked, breaking off of him and stopping up at the source. Indeed, Grey looked almost statuesque inside of the icy block, Atrats clutched in his hand for only Jack and him to see. At the urging of the use of fire, Grey instead used ice to turn Atrats' power against him. The question is, of course, one of whether or not his logic, and indeed what seems like his sacrifice, worked. |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| Atrats, petrified in Grey's freezing grip, stared with what could have been indifference at his captor. His thoughts were not blocked with his mobility.
Atrats: "Why you focusing on me? I'm irrelevant. Jack wants to stab you." Jack had brushed the last clinging bits of frozen tar from his skin, and reluctantly approached the ice block. This was a rather bizarre situation, one that greatly vexed him for some reason. But, most things did anyway. "What you doing? You gonna finish him now, Jackins? Jackins peered silently into the fogged ice, hardly considering his options. Jack: "No, I'm not. Not while he's like this. ...You know, you say you're here to help me, Atrats, but it's obvious that you only mind yourself. I'm not sure what you see in me that's worth exploiting, but I've had enough of it." Jack pressed his pale hand against the glacial wall. Deep inside it, Atrats would have been quaking furiously if he were capable. "Jack, you braindeaded ghoulie, you must still have worms in your skull. Exploiting you? I do no such thing. You need me!" "You helped me once down there. But I can't go back to the Netherworld, and you know that. Sure, I could last for a while, but I would be caught by the Council in the end. You'll have to put your prejudice aside, because I can only stick with the living for now. Besides... I suppose they're not all that bad. This Grey, for instance. He always sees right. He's an excellent leader... quite fit to be boss of the arenas. I could play under his rule. ...Hmph, I wish some others were as just as him." "Grrgh... you're softening, Jack. That can't do! The rest won't like you, they'll try to exorcise you at sight!" "Damn you, Atrats, get lost. Grey and I would like to finish our spar. And I would be contented if I never saw your repulsive figure again." "Huh! Gads! Gasp and sob! Oh, the damned, damning me? There'll be no finishy this time, Jack. Know why? Know why? ...I'm tellin'." Some smoke clouded Atrats' space in the ice, and he was gone when it dissipated. Jack stepped back and looked frantically about the court, knowing he was looking in vain if Atrats was headed where he thought. "Oh Coun - cil ... ! I think I found your rogue... Cummaget'um!" Jack stepped quickly across the court, scanning all around. The match would have to be cut short. "Grey, if you can hear me... I gotta run. Sorry about the messy floor, I know you like a pristine complex. Maybe we could have a rematch sometime, sans interference?" Black smoke sprouted from the ground and wrapped around Jack like grasping tentacles. "Hey, thanks for being one of few with good judgment. Someone else might have been goaded by Atrats - know I was. Hell, I AM going soft." Nearly his whole body was painted black by the smoke. "Pfft, if you want to get one last shot at me, now's your chance. I'd take it." |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6292 days Last view: 6291 days |
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| The block of ice exploded outward violently, with shards of ice swirling to and fro about the destroyed arena. The black smoke meshed with frosty dust as Grey appeared, unharmed by his own freezing power, walking towards Jack with a small package in his hands. The sack of marbles?
The explosive kind, one could only wonder... One of Grey's favorite weapons, the dynamite marbles struck fear into the hearts of all who saw them drawn out of Grey's vest. A clattering of glass and plastic on the ground and a violent explosion would be all that his foes saw and heard before the blackness took them for one final masquerade. He advanced on Jack's rapidly fading form, drawing from the pouch a single small, round orb. Grey: "Not my style, Jack... If you're going where I think you're going, I'll wish you luck instead. Take this. If you do, it'll be much more likely that we meet again." It wasn't a normal marble, to be sure. Instead, it seemed to be a small, completely clear glass ball with a small "G" engraved on it in dark green, the same color as Grey's vest and psychic aura. A tendril of black smoke enclosed itself around Grey's hand, which glowed green for a second and dispelled the dark forces around it. Grey pressed the orb into Jack's rapidly fading hand, and nodded. "It's a Call Bead. Throw it on the ground whenever you need me to fight alongside you. You'll know when the time is right. Trust me, and good luck." He stepped away from Jack, and the green glow surrounded him as he spun rapidly around in a circle, and promptly teleported away. |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| There was an excited gleam in Jack's eye as he carefully held the bead between his fingers.
Jack: "Call Bead, eh? I likes it. Thanks. Now, ta-ta!" He was a complete shadow when Grey was spinning away, and was gone a moment later. In the midst of all the teleporting, four clouds of smoke similar to Jack's shot out of the air and formed a ring around his previous position, promptly followed by a smaller puff that floated above the ground. A quick, irritating chatter followed the last apparition. "...and he real ugly and mean, he hadta be Jack, I know he's right there - " The black fog cleared from the court, revealing that these four figures and Atrats were the only beings present. Seeing this, the four looked about and glanced at each other in silent communication. They were all clothed in black robes that seemed to somehow stretch their height to unreal proportions, and at their feet, their robes created an endless flow of noxious gas, which stretched into tentacle-like forms that waved about idly. Most notable of all, the four each wielded a wispy scythe that exceeded their tall statures. The group of reapers turned their hoods toward Atrats, who made a feeble squeak of fear. Atrats: "Uhhhhhh... y'know, he was here jus' a secun ago, fightin' this nasty psychic kid. Wow, he musta left reeaaal fast. He'll probably be back!!!" Three of the reapers faded away in clouds of smoke, the fourth delaying a little longer to shake its head disapprovingly at Atrats. He'd be punished for further lies. Now left alone, Atrats grumbled angrily to himself, and then flew out of the arena. So, Jackface would be staying with the steenkening living, and he couldn't change it. With his first mature thought he ever devised, he supposed that he should just accept it and apologize. "...Nah." --- OOC: Pleasure battling with you, Grey. I loved your mind trick near the beginning of the match >=D |
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