-A Katana Wielding Cowboy opens the western-most door, the first lick of sun hitting his figure; a shadow cast from the rim of his hat casting shade over his eyes, and beneath the shadow a confident smile gleamed. |
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Here we see a large circular arena, perhaps two hundred feet in diameter. The center of the arena consists of a packed-dirt surface surrounded on all sides by a young bamboo forest. Outside the ring of bamboo there are thick walls standing fifty feet high that close off the arena from the outside world. Spread throughout the center area are bamboo platforms of varying height and size, ranging from a mere head-height scaffolding-like platform only a foot wide, to a great twenty-foot wide platform at the very center, standing thirty feet tall. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 05-05-2008 at 04:08 AM.
-A Katana Wielding Cowboy opens the western-most door, the first lick of sun hitting his figure; a shadow cast from the rim of his hat casting shade over his eyes, and beneath the shadow a confident smile gleamed. |
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I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
The door at the eastern entrance to the arena swung lightly open, and a short man of Chinese descent, dressed in a monk's robes, staggered through, followed by a gentle breeze. Grinning happily and somewhat drunkenly, the monk paused to admire the greenery of the bamboo stand before him. Staggering backwards for a moment in an attempt to go forward, the monk's heel seemingly inadvertently nudged the door, causing it to swing sharply shut. A small whorl of leaves rose on the worn path from the sudden movement. Righting himself, the monk started forward, still grinning widely. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 05-04-2008 at 10:31 AM. Reason: Added title.
I'm alright, friend. |
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I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
Still grinning gleefully, the monk tilted his head to one side, as if pondering the question. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 05-05-2008 at 01:00 AM.
-After the Monk was done calling to him, he made his way up the platforms... he did it with ease, but there was nothing superfluous at all about it. He could pull himself upward with his arms and replace his feet with them. |
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Last edited by AspirationRealized; 05-05-2008 at 07:50 AM.
I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
Ah, now the fight had begun. The Monk chuckled to himself at the cleverness of the Cowboy, or rather at how clever the Cowboy thought he was. With surprising ease for one so obviously imbibed, the Monk backflipped from his pose at the edge of the platform, caught the edge with one hand, and swung deftly underneath, clinging to the bamboo with sure fingers. Swinging hand over hand, the Monk quickly navigated the underside of the now unstable platform, and dropped lightly in front of Eriks at the far side just before he could cut the final suport. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 05-06-2008 at 07:29 AM.
-Eriks watched calmly, his last cut delayed now as he watched the Monk slip through the structure with much ease for a drunkard with thin eyes. His snorting laugh gave the outlaw ample time to prepare himself, though just a slight tilt of his katana marked any necessary preparation- |
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I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
Having expected something of the sort, the Monk changed direction in mid-sweep, swiveling on his back so his legs faced Eriks just as he passed within a hair's breadth of the deadly keen katana, then flipping up from his prone slide backwards. Landing on all fours facing Eriks, the Monk quickly and calculatingly assessed his surroundings, though the expression on his face was still as playfully inebriated as ever. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 05-06-2008 at 10:09 AM.
-With the topmost platform about to crush him, he gave as little concern for the Monk as possible. That meant that as soon as he was no longer a threat, getting out of the way was his main motive. As soon as the Monk kicked off the hilt of his katana, Eriks ducked only glancing above him to be sure that the Monk was fully committed in his wild spin, and couldn't possibly change directions in time to be a problem. |
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I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
The Monk had expected Eriks' duck, and was little bothered by it. Stabilizing his roll, his sure feet found the splintered stump of the support beam that Eriks had shattered with his kick, then gracefully pushed back off of it, flipping through the air back the way he had come. He touched the floor of the platform he had formerly occupied only briefly, now gliding effortlessly across its surface, all pretense of drunkenness gone for the moment. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 05-08-2008 at 08:14 AM.
-By the time Eriks had some sense of where the Monk was, he turned his head just enough to see where the foot was coming. He resorted to his natural reaction, which was to follow suit with the blow; as the Monk's foot connected with his arm, his arm rolled with the force, minimizing damage to a heavy bruise instead of a broken arm. Of course, the impact made it impossible for him to keep hold of his katana, but as the rest of his body flowed with this current of motion, he spun as his hand involuntarily let his weapon loose. Buke-zukuri landed in the arena sand, standing erect a few feet away from the platform; it looked as if Eriks had adapted to the situation and merely threw it there. |
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I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
The Monk landed on the platform slightly overbalanced and dropped into a roll to compensate. He popped back up onto his feet perhap six feet from the Cowboy, and looked on curiously as Eriks gulped down the foul-smelling gloop from his clay container. |
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Pfffttttheheheheh... |
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I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
Deciding not to wait any longer, the Monk advanced on Eriks, taking three steps to close the distance, then aiming an almost superhumanly quick loose-fisted strike at the Cowboy's jaw, while at the same time readying the followup strike, an open-palmed slap to the face which would hit with deceiving speed and force. |
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-Eriks' body language showed a drunken stupor, but it was merely deceit. While he mocked the Monk's own style, his mind's eye was wide open, taking in every action of his opponent. When the Monk advanced, Eriks reacted like a sprinter awaiting the starting gunshot. |
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Last edited by AspirationRealized; 05-16-2008 at 06:30 AM.
I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
The Monk's eyes widened in surprise as Eriks turned his head, fire spewing forth from his lips like some mad dragon of lore. His left hand already in motion, he shortened its arc just enough to come between the Cowboy's mouth and his own face, slapping away the majority of the fat-fueled flame. |
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Last edited by Man of Steel; 05-16-2008 at 10:09 AM.
-Naturally, Eriks' actions would accomodate any unforseen movements of the Monk. When the Monk advanced so quickly, Eriks held from splashing just yet, but allowed the Monk to start running up his body. In the back of his mind the cowboy wondered why the Monk insisted on launching himself into the blaze, like a moth to a flame. |
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I am posting on topic elsewhere for the most part.
My DJ here at DVs, Realized Aspiration only contains old dreams. I'll be around for the occasional chat, and some unfinished/unstarted RPs.
And you, yeah you, with the ice cream hands. You, yeah you, are my friend. ~ Still my mentor, and an awesome guy.
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