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Post by blobfish on Jan 10, 2006 18:57:22 GMT -5
The lights dimmed, and barely illuminated the scene. A hush went over the audience, as the announced started speaking. "Welcome, to the infamous Red Square battle arena! Our special fighting ring is liek none other!" He was right. It was more like a large park than a boxing ring - it has soft soil with grass rowing in it, but a few rocks too. there were trees, and a small lake. Over towards one side was an old, ruined castle, little more than a few smal stone walls. Over all, the arena was a sqare, a few Km across. Live action feed cameras brought the action to a set of large screens postioned around the edge, for watchers to veiw. "Here for you today we have fearless warriors, battling it out to proclaim themselves the best in the land! They have traveled through time and space to be here tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Now, let's give a round of applause for the contenders!"
A spotlight suddenly flared into life, pointing at a doorway. For a while, nothing happened. The audience started to get impatient, and started muttering. Still nothing. THen, in an insant, the door flew inwards, landing halfway across he stage, accompnied by a brilliant flash of white light, and a crash of thunder. A young woman, aged about 15 sailed into the arena on blue-white wings. Around her flikered an aura of mini lightning. She soared upwards, and dived back down, to land perfectly in the center of the stage. She had shoulder length blue hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a blue shorts and a blue T-shirt, but over that she had arm guards and leg guards, and a breastplate. All of this was magically enhanched, and, although it was stell, was as light and stringas any specially made alloy. She looked around, and drew a long sword from its sheath. She then walked over to a tree, which she leant against, waiting for the compition to arrive.
(Ok, just have asimilar thing intrducing your character. then, I'll start the fight)
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Post by pomfret on Jan 10, 2006 20:50:03 GMT -5
A high-pitched roar sounded from another doorway, on the other end of the arena, and another spotlight illuminated it. With crackles of cattleprods seeming to herald its coming, a raptorlike creature burst out of the dragonlock, sounding yet another resounding roar as its clawed feet hit the ground of the arena.
Blue feathers formed a crest down its neck, and also decorated the creature's elbows. It swung its head from left to right, regarding the audience with jaundiced, feral eyes. From its appearance, it was small for an arena beast; the same size as the first girl to the shoulder, but nigh on twenty feet from snout to flexible tail. Turning an eye on the audience to the left of its entrance, it gave what appeared to be a smirk, and gave a strangely lupine howl, scaring the crap out of that side.
It swung its head the other way, to see the reaction on the other side. Apparently, the fact that the audience recovered quickly from shock wasn't in its tastes, as it narrowed its eyes and snorted in disgust. It swaggered forward, before leaping onto a high rock, long tail curling around to steady the body, which perched on all fours.
It turned to regard the door through which it had entered. "How many times do I have to tell you not to use those things?" it yelled, in a blatantly feminine voice. "I'm a sentient creature! Sentient! And my name's not 'Dragona,' it's Dexadragoralanas!"
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Post by blobfish on Jan 11, 2006 11:27:11 GMT -5
(lol, OK...odd, but cool. Nice intro. Cattle prods, eh? lol . Now, we just need to wait for everyone else to join) (OH, and since this is my arna, I have a few rules. Any non duel, or OOC messages, can you please type them in rackets to make it easier to read. You can't kill someone in one hit. One hit kills do exist, but, for example, it might leave your character open for attack while you charge it up or something. There is almost always a way out of an attack, and so you shouldn't have too much trouble staying alive for a while. But please come up with halfway descent excuses. I don't care how you write it - first person, third, whatever. Just use grammar and spelling that at least makes sense, OK? Thanks in advance (To those who obay the rules.) (Come on everyone else, join!)
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Post by Inferno05 on Jan 11, 2006 15:45:23 GMT -5
(ok. Not good with boxing. I'll wait for the next duel. PM me when this one is over so I can deal with everything that comes after a duel.))
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Post by viperdrake on Jan 11, 2006 17:53:00 GMT -5
(I was desining a gladiator fight)
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Post by blobfish on Jan 11, 2006 18:03:55 GMT -5
(This isn't boxing. this is basically just have your character fight the way you want. This bit's just so we all know hich characters we're using. If I start my RPG, it'd be like this, but have sign ups and a plot)
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Post by Inferno05 on Jan 11, 2006 18:30:13 GMT -5
(ok. will be back later)
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Post by blobfish on Jan 11, 2006 18:55:31 GMT -5
(Cool. I hope you'll join this fight)
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Post by viperdrake on Jan 14, 2006 0:05:22 GMT -5
Suddonly a giant sword land in the centor of the ring. then a fighter lands on it and says "prepare to die"Ragnarock is here" shouts the announcer
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Post by blobfish on Jan 14, 2006 14:25:30 GMT -5
(Cool. Nice. OK, anyone else who wants to join this, I'll give you until Tuesday, when I might be allowed on the PC for more than 5 mintiues)
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Post by Inferno05 on Jan 16, 2006 17:22:41 GMT -5
(I'm not into this one, but I have another challenge topic for people who challenge me. Apparently this will be a 2 person duel.)
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Post by blobfish on Jan 17, 2006 11:27:20 GMT -5
(3 people, actually. Well, that sucks man...) (OK, I'll start this soon)
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Post by girunit on Jan 18, 2006 1:24:27 GMT -5
(Hope you don't mind me joining in last moment, since it is still tuesday...>.> I'm going to be using a character I have in an RP on gamefaqs if that's alright. From Paradise Lost.)
From the opposite part of the arena where the angelic looking girl came from, the doors calmly swung open to reveal another figure walking into the nature scene that was the fighting space. The figure walked into the light, revealing a handsome young man with long, thickly braided blonde hair. He wore a tight white tanktop with tight blue pants, showing off his muscular physique. He looked at his oppenents and smirked, wondering if this was really going to be worth taking a break from Hell to do.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer yelled over the speakers, excitement etched his every word, "I am pleased to announce that the legendary demon of sins, Damien, has blessed us with an appearance!"
Damien snorted in distaste, yelling back to the crowd, "I am a demon no longer! I have been forgiven! I hold no more demonic blood in my veins! God has forgiven me for my past sins!" He ignored everyone's reactions, focusing on his three adversaries, "And too bad for you, I've returned from Hell a little stronger than before,"
The grass under his feet, and the air around him grew colder as a light aura surrounded his form, obviously getting ready for the battle ahead of him.
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Post by blobfish on Jan 18, 2006 11:47:09 GMT -5
(Hey, sounds cool. No, that's no problem. Sorry it's a bit late starting, BTW) The announcer looked around, hecking everyone was there. "Right, now, ladies and gentelmen! Prepare yourselves for the most spectacular fight of the era!" he suddenly ran through a door. A few seconds later, he appeared in a small floating platform, ready to commentatre without getting hit. "Now then, our contestors are all ready, so, ladies and gentlemen.....LET'S FIGHT!". The lights suddenly flared brighter, and some fireworks set off at intervals along the outside of the arena. ~ Where she stood, sam sighed, and rolled her eyes. This was waaay too dramatic for its own good. She moved away from the tree, brushed a leaf off her shoulder, and drew her sword. She leapt up into the air, and looked down at the other contestors. (Let's fight! lol )
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Post by pomfret on Jan 18, 2006 19:18:59 GMT -5
Dexad, who had been leading the section of audience directly behind her in a rousing chorus of "Beer for my Horses," shook her head, blinking in confusion. "Hunh?" she said stupidly, then seemed to remember what was going on. "Oh, right!"
Sucking in a deep breath, Dexad unleashed a keening roar loud enough to be heard across the arena. "Oho!" the announcer remarked. "And our young Dragona has led off with a typical Dragona tactic: The voiding of all magic! Yes, folks, that roar Miss Dexadragoralanas gave off has the power to prevent all who hear it from--"
"Oh, shut up!" Dexad howled, setting the crowd to laughing. "They know perfectly well what it does!" And then she surprised them all by performing the only bit of magic that could be performed under the circumstances; she transmuted her entire body into a metallic state. "And behold! The Albinist's birthright!"
Giving another keening howl, she leapt from her perch, curled into a ball. As she did so, the feathers on her head spread down her back and turned into metal blades; she collided with the ground, revving like crazy, and then shot off toward Damien....
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