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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2002 3:14 am
by TheReaper
(OOC: Shadowrun, gonna play that at the weekend with my mates... Love that game :D )

*BD sets down in front of a hospital and Reaper uses his magic to teleport Fenris where he can get help. RD sets down and lets Blarg off before collapsing to the floor.

"That was tiring, way too fast."

"Young dragons these days, can't fly anywhere."

"Young? I'm only 250 years younger than you!"

Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2002 5:33 am
by Gizmo
OOC:Sigh. I've only played the SNES version. Yay Norbert! Tee hee ho har!

Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2002 6:13 am
by TheReaper
(OOC: I'm stuck on the SNES version. I can't get anywhere at all!! :( )

Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2002 9:48 am
by Gizmo
Where? I've beaten it soooooo many times it's not funny any more.

Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2002 10:16 pm
by TheReaper
(OOC: Hm, I have gotten the tickets to the club, gone in the club. Found nothing, hired the Jamacan guy from the bar. Done a lot of stuff, nothing more to do now.)

Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2002 1:20 am
by Blarg
Are we back to the Arena? If so:

*Loads "Air Supply's Greatest Hits" into the Directional Sonic Amplifier, beams "Lost in Love" directly into Reaper's eardrums*

"HAHAHAHA! Your Dark Side powers are no match for the syrupy forces of Relentlessly Happy 80's Light Rock!"

Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2002 2:28 am
by TheReaper
*Reaper turns to Blarg and punches him in the face.

"I'm not on the dark side anymore, just an evil black mage. Count yourself lucky we weren't in the air on the dragons when you did that, otherwise you would go splat on the floor."

Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2002 3:01 am
by Blarg
Hmm.. You are still immune to the horror that is Air Supply.

*bows*

My apologies for irritating you.

Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2002 3:09 am
by TheReaper
"Just walk away and be glad I'm not feeling aggresive. Come back later and I'll rend you to pieces with my magic."

Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2002 8:14 am
by Gizmo
OOC: Use the cred-stick from the morgue on the phone and call your girl-friend(the number is in your room) Ask her about calls(or something like that) and she'll tell you Glutman's number. Hang up, call Glutman. The secretary will tell you he isn't in, he's at the club. Hang up, find Glutman and talk to him. You'll wind up in a new area.

Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2002 8:05 pm
by Kain
*Suddently a portal opens through the floor an a scream is heard:"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!""MAN THAT FUCKING HURT!!!"..."WHere the hell am I???" :?

Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2002 11:50 pm
by TheReaper
Gizmo wrote:OOC: Use the cred-stick from the morgue on the phone and call your girl-friend(the number is in your room) Ask her about calls(or something like that) and she'll tell you Glutman's number. Hang up, call Glutman. The secretary will tell you he isn't in, he's at the club. Hang up, find Glutman and talk to him. You'll wind up in a new area.
(OOC: Cred-stick? Never saw one. I presume you mean the place where you first wake up?)

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 10:49 am
by bloodbathmaster2
The sky still filled with the flames of the floating fortress, a dull rumble shakes the area as a thunderstorm rolls in. The ancient and charred door of the arena lounge swings open with a creak. Footfall fills the air, and the fine leather boots of a man hit the dust into the air. The man is cloaked almost entirely by his faded green leather cape, pulled across his face to protect it from the dust. His white hair flutters in the winds.

"It seems that much has changed," the murmour is almost unhearable. As the cloak is cast to the ruined stone tile, his rustic 16th century clothing is revealed. The only sign that points to a life other than poverty is the glistning sword hilt dangling from his sash. It shines silver in the hazy sunlight.

There is a satisfying *shing* as the the alloyed bladed unsheathes itself in his right hand. The scabbards hits the ground with a crash, landing in a small patch of brown weeds growing in the cracks. The man wields the massive broadsword effortlessly in one hand. Runes glow deep blue and the blade slices through the air and into the earth.

"Those who have survived so far, I challenge you. it is me, your champoin, Janus, the mighty Bloodbath!"

From the hazy mist of dust, bright currents of electricity join together to strike the ground, sending sparks of energy everywhere. The dispersed mana drifts for a moment before absorbed by the powerfull warrior mage.

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 4:29 pm
by TheReaper
*Reaper hear the familiar footsteps entering the arena, he knew what it meant. He turned to see a warrior holding a runesword much like his own standing by the door. He knew the face, it was Bloodbath, his old opponent. Reaper made no move to challenge him and leant on his runesword, he always waited for personal challenges before fighting.

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 8:38 pm
by Haplo
*Another warrior appears from the east side of the Arena...the rising sun illuminates a man, dressed in a tunic and pants, and a black cloak. The hilt of his sword catches the day's first light with a bright glare. A glare reflected in the eyes of the wolf by his side.

He and the wolf stride into the arena, and they look at the swords of the two other fighters. Remembering days long past and forgotten, Haplo leans against the wall and waits for the fight to commence.

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 10:47 pm
by First Force
well well well, it seems that some old foes have returned.....
nice...

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 11:05 pm
by Blarg
Blarg loads "Wayne Newton's Greatest Hits" into the Directional Sonic Amplifier... and puts it away.

Drawing his sword, he strides to BloodBathMaster2.

"I would be honored to accept your challenge, sir."

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 11:07 pm
by First Force
ok well then ill fight whoever lives tru the battle....

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 11:26 pm
by TheReaper
"Be careful you two, they don't call him the master of powerplaying for nothing you know."

*Reaper leans back against BD while RD looks at Fenris through the hospital window.

Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2002 11:51 pm
by bloodbathmaster2
The is a slight whistle before his form blurrs, and the silver in his blade catches the hazy sun with a twinkle. Blarg looks to his left. Nothing. To his right? Nothing. Behind him? No... Above? A bolt of lightning arcs from the sky, leaving a wake of blue light. It touches with bloodbath's blade, held a few feet above blarg. The lightning seems hardly contained in the sword as it comes down upon its opponent. A mad grin fills bloodbath's face.