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Post by Draxas on Jan 1, 2004 15:23:53 GMT -5
OOC: Good idea, considering this is a BATTLE ARENA board! If you guys can't settle your differences, take this somewhere else.
On to other matters, I think SyxPac has been granted a far lengthier stay of execution than he deserves. He's had nearly a week AFTER the deadline, and I have a funny feeling I'll never see him again anyway, so...
Draxas had been patiently waiting for SyxPac's response for what seemed like an eternity, though in truth it was only a few short minutes. The other fighter kept shuffling about, seemingly embroiled in some sort of fierce internal debate. Draxas tracked the man with his weapon as he paced back and forth, and wondered to himself why this was such a difficult decision. This really is a simple yes or no question, it shouldn't require so much thought...
Draxas continued to watch the man pace, and noted that his hand began to very slowly draw ever closer to the golden revolver holstered at his hip. Does he think I don't notice? Does he expect to really get the jump on me? If so he is not only honorless, but a fool as well.
Draxas began to speak, "You really shouldn't --" but was cut short as SyxPac dove to his left, drawing the golden Magnum and snap-firing. The shot would likely have pierced Draxas's shoulder, had he not seen the move coming from a mile away. By the time the golden bullet was in the air, Draxas had already hit the dirt and begun firing at the other man. A dozen rounds from the two DMCs turned Syxpac into a bloody mess, and he fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.
Draxas rose from the sand, brushing it from his coat and clothes. He reloaded his weapons, and advanced on the body of the other fighter. Reaching it, he kicked the corpse in the ribs.
"You are honorless, and a fool!" Draxas shouted at the body. "I gave you a chance for a fair fight, and you not only refuse me, but also assume I am inept! You deserve your bloody fate!"
"Know this, SyxPac," Draxas continued, to the slain man who could not hear, "You, like your cohort, have been marked. Neither of you has honor. When next we meet, you will receive neither honorable conduct nor mercy from me. For now, die in obscurity." Draxas spat, turning from the corpse.
He left the atrium then, angry, but hoping to find a more worthy foe.
OOC: Hopefully this should remind people that some of us still want to battle in the arenas (as opposed to arguing, or flaming). So do you think maybe we could see some renewed activity here, and maybe get rid of all the junk posts at the same time?
Niffuberedit: I think I'd make a good janitor. Not that I want to be, of course.
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Post by Merlin 2592 on Jan 4, 2004 12:45:14 GMT -5
OOC: SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! I can carry out my plan now, thanks Garrant! BTW since I've been pondering how to do this post, it probaly will be super-uber! IC: Merlin and Lament were walking and chatting while looking for combatents and SyxPac, just then a shadowy figure emerged from it's hands and knees, Lament had his shotgun aimed at the figures head, "Hold your fire!" Merlin yelled, Lament kept from pulling the trigger and blowing the figure to kingdom come, but didn't loosen his aim, the figure turned around, it was SyxPac, "SyxPac!" Merlin yelled happily, "Hello Merlin, good to see you" he said said smiling "SyxPac this is Lament, Lament this is SyxPac" the two shook hands, "Welcome to the Undead Lament" he said hppily "Thanks" said Lament, "So where were you?" Merlin asked, then SyxPac told him the truth, merlin hung his head in shame, he hated this kind of news, he hated it when people said he was un-honarble, this was just as bad, "S***" Merlin said to himself, then Merlin felt two hand on his sholder, this comforted him, "Syxpac, these are yours" he handed him a slice of the sandwhich and his badge which read "Founder and Commando of the Undead" "Thanks" SyxPac said then they left. *10 minutes later* "Lament, what are the standings on your R-Tracker?" Merlin asked "Right now the closest signal is a group of three" Merlin grinned, "Paybacks a b***" Merlin said to himself, he knew to well it was the Slayers, "Let's go get them" said Merlin, they reached them and turned around the corner, SyxPac had out his Gold Magnum, and Lament hadn't changed wepons, "Merlin!?!?" Raven said, "How the h*** did you get an allaince!?" "All we did was meet, anyways I declare an honarble battle" " Well that'll be the first time you do somthing honarble" Raven said icly, "Shut up Raven, I also came to talk to you in private" "Could you excuse us?" Merlin asked, they went behind a wall, "Life is very odd, Raven" I am older, yet I can still die to you, it irks me" Raven smiled at the plesure of annoying Merlin, " It means evryone in this arena is very talented, and we are all even in terms of skill" Raven thought He dose have a point "Now we shall go battle" said Merlin they joined there group, "The battle will begin on three" Merlin yelled, "1.....2.....3!" Merlin fired a quick round from his Pheonix at Raven, it connected and he dived behind a pillar and took out the other one,he pooped out and fired at Raven who dodged them with a roll and returned fire, it pegged Merlins leg,SyxPac fired a round at Dr.Jackson, which he dodged, and peakked out and took aim with his K7 Avenger, "BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!" four round fired at SyxPac only two hit and those were to his chest and leg, he swiched to his Callisto's and returned fire, Lament was firing bursts of AR34 bullets at Garrant, who recovered and unatached his Reaper firing back, "Time to die Raven" Merlin said he ripped out his Combat Knife and threw it at Raven sholder, it conneted, Merlin ran up to Raven and bashed him in the face with his sholder then stowed his Pheonix's and took out his RCP-120 aimed at Raven and fired puting him on the brink of life, SyxPac fired his plasma bolts at Jackson scohrching him but not killing him, Garrant fired his Reaper into Lament it filled his treanchcoat with holes and nearly killed him, Raven dug out that Combat knife and dug it into Merlins leg then kicked him in the face, fired his Falcon 2 bullet into Merlins chest and then the poison killed him, Jackson took out his Magnum and fired a round into SyxPac then antoher, but a then a plasma bolt was fired into his head, Garrant kept firing and Lament dodged and swiched to a shotgun poped out and took 2 rounds to the leg and then blew a hole in Garrants chest taking him out, the Undead made there way back to Merlins Blade to heal. OOC: What do you think?
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Post by niff on Jan 4, 2004 18:38:43 GMT -5
As I have told you, the name "The Undead" is taken, Ranger's ship is named that. Find another name.
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Post by N3B on Jan 4, 2004 18:46:45 GMT -5
OOC: I have some stuff to clear up on... [glow=green,2,300]Incoming transmisson to Slayers[/glow] I think it's good idea so that this is before the CIOSD,so please modify some of your posts. Just my 2 cents. . just for future relevance, all side-arenas (such as CC, Ultimate, Unlimited, War, etc) are non-linear to the CISOD (or any other on-going arena). gets too confusing. so, this is something totally different, no relation to what's happening in CISOD. just FYI.
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Post by Captain Tribal on Jan 4, 2004 21:46:03 GMT -5
If he wants a fight, then let's give him one.
Kaine adjusts his tie, and checks his DY357's
Check...
He then moves on to his Combat Knives.
2... 4... 6... Check.
Finally, he moves on to his modified Sniper Rifle, and begins to check over the bullets, the zoom, the accuracy, etc.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION!!
Oh dear, I'm threatened now.
He gets up, and pulls on his gloves.
Time to move out...
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Post by Garrant on Jan 5, 2004 7:35:40 GMT -5
(OOC: Please disregard my last post. Daxas spoke with me and I agreed with him. Garrant is back in the game.)
IC: Garrant quickly respawned, his eyes burned with hate and malice as he allowed the Dark Power to control his body.
[glow=red,4,300]Well, this is a first, any particular reason?[/glow]
Merlin has killed me for the last time, he will pay! And I want you to be the one that collects the bill, go it!
[glow=red,4,300]Revenge, eh? This is gonna be fun. What about the Slayers?[/glow]
Wait for them to respawn, it's stupid to attack Merlin's group on our own.
(OOC: Oh, merlin if you do that again I would... well... I would like a trip to California or maybe Hawaii, the Bahamas sound nice too. *Walks away think about nice places to take a vaction at.* Hmmm, maybe I should spend my money on video games...)
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Post by Merlin 2592 on Jan 10, 2004 15:31:51 GMT -5
OOC: LMAO at Garrants post! Thats funny, still LMAO!
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Post by StormX on Jan 13, 2004 17:46:44 GMT -5
Tyler awoke lying face down on a cold, hard stone floor. He wasn't really sure what was going on. The last thing he remembered....
So this is a PDBA arena....
He stood up, dusted himself off, and checked his weapons. He chose the double Falcon 2's he had holstered on his legs, and drew them out. He carefully walked out of the stone door to the room he was in. Making his way through the corridor, he heard a noise behind him. He was a tall figure standing in the shadows. Tyler leveled his pistols at the figures head, ready to fire at the first sign of agression.
I wouldn't do that if i were you, the figure said with a slight laugh.
And why not?
You'll regret it later, I will prove to be a valuable ally if you chose to join with me...
How can I trust you? How you I know you wont blow my head off the first chance you get?
Just then, someone ran into the hallway and grabed Tyler. He held a knife up to his throat, and told the figure, who Tylers computer in his helmet had identified as Locke that if he moved, Tylers head would be cut off. The person, now known to Tyler as Draxus, pressed the knife up to his throat, ready to cut at the first sign of Locke moving. However, Draxus made the mistake of holding Tyler a little of to one side, and Tyler back kicked him right where it counted. Moving with his lightning speed before the knife sliced through his neck, Tyler side stepped as Draxus threw the knife at him. Tyler turned to Locke, just as Locke put a bullet in Draxus' head. The two then walked up to each other.
Allies?, Locke said extending his hand.
Tyler took Locke's hand and shook it. Allies
(OOC: this key goes for this, as well as all my posts: Italics: Tylers thoughts Bold: other characters speach Underline: Tylers speach)
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Post by Notesurfer on Jan 13, 2004 18:48:02 GMT -5
1.You don't need to start a rebellion *looks at sig* to get Evolution back, just ask. 2.Draxas will be kind of mad that you kept calling him draxus.
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Post by Draxas on Jan 13, 2004 18:50:36 GMT -5
Eh, that must have been a Draxas clone someone named Draxus, because EVERYONE *coughcough* knows I always fight with honor, and would never slit a newcomer's throat from behind...
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Post by StormX on Jan 13, 2004 19:00:49 GMT -5
hmmm....oops...oh well..Draxas, you had an evil clone for a little bit
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Post by Draxas on Jan 13, 2004 20:17:55 GMT -5
Ha!
Surprisingly, this very well might segue nicely into something entirely unrelated I had planned. All in good time though...
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Post by Raven on Jan 13, 2004 21:56:00 GMT -5
Raven respawned lying face-up in the dirt. The suns were in a perfect triangle above him, and the light shining in Raven's eyes, his glasses intensifying the light. Raven shielded his eyes with his hand as he stood up and dusted himself off. As he checked his equipment, Raven cursed himself for being killed so easily by the likes of Merlin and his allies. Raven took out his Laptop Gun, prefering to use an SMG to his usual Falcon 2s. Maybe his Skedar instincts were acting up again, or maybe Raven was feeling particularly vengeful at the time. Whatever it was, he felt invincible, like nothing could hurt him. Raven traversed the hallways, his gun ready to fire at any sign of movement. As he passed by a hallway, a shadow passed across the sunny hall. Curious, Raven turned the corner and followed the source of the shadow. Raven looked around the corner to see two men conversing above a slowly fading figure on the floor. The partial cybernetic frame of the corpse immediately revealed that Draxas (OOC: not Draxus ) was the victim of the two mens' efforts. Raven immediately swore revenge, but the figures looked strangely familiar... Raven activated his cloaking device and carefully walked towards the men, making sure not to make a sound. "Allies?" said one man, extending his hand. The other embraced the first man's hand, and smiled. Raven kneeled on the floor and pointed his gun towards the left side of the men. In one fell swoop across the hall, Raven shot his gun at the men, shooting each of them in their legs at least once and bringing them both to the floor. As he turned his cloak off, Raven said, "What have we here, men?" The second man squinted up at his attacker and held his hand over his eyes to get a better view. "R-aven?" he said. Raven pointed his gun at the second man. "How do you know me?" he said menacingly. "It's me...Tyler. Well, you know me as Storm...how are you?" the second man said cheerfully. Raven relaxed, but only slightly. "Where in the blue hell have you been?" Raven said. He helped the two men up, trying to repent for his previous violence. "Sorry about shooting you guys, but I sorta look out for that guy, Draxas. Not like I'm any better than him, though...he and I go back a bit, though. We had some great battles, both as allies and rivals. I hold the utmost respect for him, mainly because he is one of the most honorable people in the arena. Anyway...do I know you?" Raven said, turning his attention to the other man. "I'm Locke. We've met a couple times before, but not formally," he said, shaking Raven's outstretched hand. "Raven, Locke and I have decided to form an alliance with each other. Would you like to join us?" Storm said. "Well, I'd be happy to, but I'm currently in an alliance with two other people: Garrant and Jackson. We form a group called the Slayers," Raven said, smirking. "However, if you want, our two groups can work together at times during the arenas...I'll have to check with the other guys, though." "Sure," Locke said. Turning to Storm, he said, "Come on, man. Let's go. I need some cannon fodder," he joked. The two turned and walked towards the hallway, leaving a trail of blood behind due to their leg injuries. "Hold on," Raven said. "You're easy targets with those injuries, and I feel obliged to help you. Let me take you back to my buddy Jackson's ship, he has good accomodations. He's a doctor, too." Placing himself between Storm and Locke for support, Raven helped them through the hallways. Storm and Locke both had their guns out, ready to strike at anyone who was unlucky enough to attack them. OOC: Welcome back to the both of you. Anyway, this raises a point...is there a way that we could form a mega-alliance of sorts, with both of ours combined? Or can we just have a non-agression pact sort of thing, where we don't attack each other. Not to say that us and them are like the Nazis and Commies, of course...uh, yeah. This is all pending that Locke and Storm agree to this, of course. So what's the final word on this, oh-mighty-powers-that-be?
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Post by StormX on Jan 13, 2004 22:40:23 GMT -5
OOC: Fine with me Raven, your one of my old buddies!
oh and just a note, Tyler and storm arent the same person, but they are connected (which will be revealed in my Evo story, as soon as i remember Storms actual name)
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Post by Draxas on Jan 13, 2004 23:16:49 GMT -5
OOC: Hopefully this confuses people, because that's the idea. Draxas moved down the hallways of the shrine, being cautious not to make any noise. He was closing on a lone R-Tracker signal, and wanted to take whomever it was by surprise. Small clouds of sand kicked up as he shuffled quietly to a corner. His DMCs were in hand, and his target was just around the bend. NOW!Draxas spun around the corner, DMCs pointed at his target, and nearly lost his balance he was so shocked by what he saw. He was staring wide-eyed into his own face. The other Draxas walked emotionlessly down the corridor a couple of steps before it spotted him. Immediately the other Draxas snapped its bionic arm up into firing position, revealing an exposed weapon on the forearm of unknown type. Draxas was stunned into inactivity, until the other Draxas spoke loudly in an unnatural, robotic-like voice: [glow=red,2,300] TARGET ACQUIRED. APPREHENDING.[/glow] Before Draxas could react, the Draxas who was not Draxas made an exaggerated firing motion with its weapon, but the only result was a loud CLICK. It stared at the weapon, and simply said: [glow=red,2,300] ERROR.[/glow] Draxas wasted no more time, and riddled its body, limbs, and head with the entire contents of both of his DMCs. Most of the bullets pinged harmlessly off of its chest and parts of its limbs, but several shells tore deep wounds into joints, its abdomen, and its head. The Draxas who was not Draxas was blasted backwards several feet by the force of the submachine guns, and collapsed in a ragged, bloody heap. Draxas reloaded his DMCs, and cautiosly approached the corpse, pointing his weapons warily toward it incase it showed any signs of movement. The thing lay entirely still, however, and was very obviously dead. Draxas unfolded the corpse to get a better look, and was sickened by the sight of one bionic eye and one cold, dead organic eye staring blindly into space. Despite several bulletholes in the face, he was very obviously staring at what appeared to be a perfect copy of himself. On much closer inspection, however, he was starting to notice slight differences. The bionics had a much cruder look than the ones he possessed. The weapon on his forearm was a heavy submachine gun, of a design he didn't recognize. More significant than that was the fact that the weapon was held in place by a mounting bracket on the back of the forearm, rather than a mechadendrite system. A belt feed supplied the weapon with shells, and disappeared inside a rectangular nozzle implanted in the corpse's upper arm. Also striking was the wounds to the copy's chest. They bled slightly, but they were very shallow. Where bullets had struck the chest, titanium steel shone through, and was only slightly dented. As Draxas tried to examine the body further, however, it began to fade into the respawn cycle. Draxas stood, and brushed the sand off of his clothes. "What the f**k was THAT all about?" he asked to the unanswering walls of the fortress. OOC: This was something I was hoping to introduce MUCH later, but Storm opened up the opportunity so well that I couldn't resist. If anyone wants to use a " Draxas who is not Draxas" in a post, do feel free. Their instructions are to apprehend me, and exterminate anyone else in their way. Also, please do not introduce copies of other PDBAers, these guys will have significance. If you want to know the story behind these guys, just sit tight. At the conclusion of this arena (or at the next locale change), they will stop bothering us, and I'll post the whole point of this exercize in Evolution. Until then, happy hunting. And remember, I'M the one who fights with honor (and doesn't talk like a robot). Ha, I seem to do something wacky like this in EVERY arena.
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