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Teundusia Red Cheep-cheep                   Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6300 days |
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| Imor sits patiently on a hard metal seat inside the Acmlm Board building, waiting for a challenger to turn up. He has been sitting there still and quiet for over three hours, the woman behind the desk paying him very strange looks, constantly nagging him why he was just sitting there.
"Where the heck is anybody!?" He thinks, "I mean I posted fliers all over the streets, walls and buildings, a guy would've thought some person would have seen it and accepted the challenge..." He stands up and begins striking the air with his spear, practising old and inventing new attack methods with it. Even though it was not like Imor to just randomly want a battle (He likes occasional random spars buthe knew he would not get any of those from any member of the society) yet he was unable to restrain himself much longer. He lets out a huge sigh of relief when he sees someone of obvious power step through the glass double doors... |
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Koneko Plasma Whisp   Since: 11-17-05 From: Tartarus. We get faster internet than you. Last post: 6293 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| ...Through the doors. That is to say, without opening them. The slightly short man covered in light purple fur passes through the glass and metal doors, causing less destruction than the laws of physics would like to dictate. He turns and looks at them for a moment, his silver robes catching the light in a way they probably shouldn't, then frowns. His very large purple cat ears droop slightly, and he twirls his silver staff idly in his right hand. Turning back to Imor, he speaks softly despite the piercing glare delivered by his pitch-black eyes.
"Excuse me, are you the man who was advertising for a battle? You see, I'm new in town, and I was curious how things work around here." |
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Teundusia Red Cheep-cheep Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6300 days |
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| Imor stands, slinging his own spear into the strap on his back. "Yes I am... I believe the battle will commence when we are both ready in the main hall, and I sure as hell am ready." Imor almost glides across the floor through two much larger doors into a room that looked a heck of a lot larger than the building actually was.
The room was very plain, with a metal floor, walls and ceiling. There were no creases where the metal was drilled together, it was like it was made from a huge mould. Very hard to dent, almost impossible to properly break or tear. Imor steps slowly across the room to a small circle, ushering his opponent to go to the circle on the other side. "Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me not to state my name before battle... My name is Imor, et toi?" |
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