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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Jul 21, 2005 17:11:44 GMT -5
Note: I had Vennessa's and the admin's permission to post this.
The tall grass blows swiftly in the brisk wind. With it's slowly advancing height, it was bound to reach Wengotha's knees in a few inches. A few of the sun's rays peek through the cloudy, gray sky causing the green of the grass to stick out even more, for what little of it was actually present. The grass's brown features take over the green and casts out an eerie, dying feeling. It feels as is life is absent. Death doesn't scare her, but she sure doesn't wish to die at this point in her life.
Wengotha shivers as chill bumps appear on her arms. She brings her cloak around her body and clutches it tightly. With slow, difficult steps, she pushes her way across the field carrying her book on her back. As she walks, she hears the silver clasp on her book pop open. The open cover nudges her body and pokes at it, as a little kid would pester a kitten during a long day's nap. She stops on an area of semi-flattened grass, flattened due to her steadily pushing through the lifeless field. Wengotha struggles to get the clasp re-closed due to massive size of the book.
Distantly, she thinks she hears someone struggling to walk through the area. She stands quickly looking in the endless horizon, with nothing in sight but sky and grass. Then, she notices a person, so far away they weren't but the size of Wengotha's thumbnail. She draws her sunglasses out and rests them on her gray-skinned face. They help magnify her vision enough to realize that the person was indeed a woman of young age. Wengotha stands and awaits the person's arrival....
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Post by Vennessa on Jul 22, 2005 22:00:51 GMT -5
Vennessa slowly swayed her way through the tall grass that seemed to go out for miles with out end. Her eyes showing no emotions as she waded through the grass and with every step it seemed to grow heavier. Violet eyes low in a content state as if the grass wasn’t a problem after a while. She soon came to a halt as A small chill seemed to run up her spin as she sensed the presence of someone else near by. She then quickly scanned the area but her eyes soon stopped when she saw a figure off in the distance. Her eyes soon focused hard on the figure upon the hill seeing that it was a woman.
Vennessa’s eyes narrowed as she quickly picked up her pace and ran towards the woman. When she finally reached the woman she stopped and stared at her scanning her to see what she was up against. Her arms slowly crossing as she looked at Wengotha. “Who are you? And what may I ask are you doing way out here?” she asked in a quite, yet low voice her head slightly tilted as she stared down Wengotha.
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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Jul 23, 2005 19:48:07 GMT -5
Wengotha laughs silently as the young woman finally stops her attempts to run towards the area where Wengotha was waiting. She skims her eyes up and down, examining the woman's choice of attire. The chest piece seems to be an odd sense of style, but the more protection that she is accompanied by, the better. Wengotha definately doesn't come off as a fighter, but that will soon change.
"Who am I?" Wengotha pauses when she speaks. He voice is cold, not like her nice, thoughtful voice she normally possesses. "I'm THE last person you will have wished to ran into. And if I am not mistaken, I am here to meet you. If I am wrong, I would find it quite pleasurable if you would tell me now so I need not waste any more time in this disarray of pathetic, old farmland."
Wengotha removes her sunglasses and lets Vennessa see her brilliant, gray facial features for the first time. She then stares into Vennessa's violet eyes with an analytical, but yet blank stare. Wengotha changes her gaze towards the whip this woman is carrying. Wengotha seems impressed, but no fear is displayed upon her face.
"So, are you going to answer me, or are you going to stand there like a complete ignoramus? If you're going to start something, let's go. I shall even be considerate by allowing you have the first move."
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Post by Vennessa on Jul 23, 2005 20:20:18 GMT -5
Vennessa’s eyes seemed to narrow as she smirked at Wengotha’s comment. "hmm. for a girl to carry such a huge book I’ve should have known you would have a big mouth as well.” She said in a darker voice that seemed to have a hiss to it. Vennesa’s hand slightly moved to her whip gracefully curling each finger around the handle. “Well then let’s begin; I hate to keep you waiting!”
With that said Vennessa quickly pulled the whip out making a loud crack that seemed to sound almost like thunder. Her feet shifting into attack mode as she quickly slung her whip out once more this time towards Wengotha. the three blades at the end slashing out making a whoosh sound as it went forward towards its victim .
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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Jul 24, 2005 19:15:27 GMT -5
Wengotha is prepared for the oncoming blades. She moves backwards quite quickly, avoiding the first two. The third hits the top of her lower, left arm, slicing through her gray skin. Her blood, gray and cold, slowly pours out of the cut, almost unnoticed. Wengotha grabs the edge of her black cloak and applies pressure to the injured skin. The cut stops the bleeding within seconds.
"Well, at least my brain is larger than the size of my mouth and since you suggest that mine is quite abnormally sized, I assume that puts me in better fortunes than yourself. Honestly, this isn't proving as much of a challenge to me. One little blade doesn't do much damage, as that was seen and hopefully understood. If not, I shall show you again."
Wengotha walks to Vennessa and reaches over to grab the end of the whip. She slices her own arm with the one of the blades, with her face showing no sign of pain. She removes the blade from her flesh and throws the end towards Vennessa's feet. She walks back where her book lies, stepping backwards in the grass, never taking her eyes from Vennessa's eyes. Her blood is left, glistening upon the blade of the whip. Wengotha then applies pressure to her self-caused blemish. She lifts her book onto her back and grasps the clasp with her hand. Her feet start moving toward Vennessa, causing Wengotha to travel towards her at a slow rate. Wengotha paces in circles around Vennessa as her military boot slowly crunch the dead grass beneath her feet.
"Do you feel intimidated? Oh, right...you are too busy thinking I am a deranged lunatic. Since I am normally nice, I will give you one extra try at 'taking me down'." She stops walking and stands square in front of Vennessa. "All my luck, since you are going to need it...."
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Post by Vennessa on Jul 24, 2005 20:51:16 GMT -5
Vanessa stared in amusement as she looked at wengotha a small smile appearing on her face. ” so your brain is larger than your mouth huh? So that explains your fat head...And here I thought you where just deformed.” Her eyes trailing towards her wound, but soon her eyes stared directly into Wengotha’s. “Well this game appears to be worthy of my time... And here I thought you where nothing but a push over book worm.”
A small chuckle soon emerged as she started to sway the whip back and forth. “ No. I don’t think you’re a lunatic….I’m to busy thinking of how I’m going to cut off that fat head of yours. And I don’t need your luck…so are you going to just keep talking or are you even going to fight.” Her words where cold as ice as her eyes narrowed In a intense hatred. Her hand now tight upon the whip as it started swaying back and forth in a wave like motion making loud pops threatening to strike at Wengotha. “Well what are you waiting for? I don’t have all day ma’am”
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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Jul 25, 2005 18:59:45 GMT -5
Wengotha smirks at Vennessa's diminutive vocabulary.
"You speak like a three year old. I'm finding it quite hard to understand your words. Please speak like you are you of your age, not your IQ. Also, if I am not mistaken, I think it is quite noticable that I do not possess a fat head, seeing as I am only 105 pounds. Now you my friend are quite a different story...."
Wengotha laughs at her own offensive slander. She even surprises herself with her insults.
"I actually cherish being called a bookworm. It's a very nice compliment. It seems that even you are incapable of caring out a proper insult, but I would expect that from someone who was dumb enough to challenge me."
She pauses and starts to think. Wengotha's face slowly starts to support a sly smile.
"In reference to your question, yes, I would like to stand here all day and converse instead of fight. Don't get your hopes up. I am definitely NOT frightened of you. I just don't want to 'flail your posterior'. In your terms, that means kick your butt. I think it would be quite embarrasing for you, and plus I find it quite amusing you can't even hold a civilized conversation without cracking that unimpressive whip. As if I would be intimidated." She halts her speech. "If you do not want to stand and talk all day, I suggest you make the next move. I have already given you the opportunity, but you chose to continue talking. See, I am already having an effect on you. Don't worry you'll get used to it."
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Post by Vennessa on Jul 26, 2005 15:11:57 GMT -5
Vennessa just smirked at her rival’s comments and statements; for she wasn’t Intimidated or afraid now that she heard her foes lame speeches. “I should of known you only had talk than fight…for this arena isn’t for talking ma’am. . .its for fighting and now you have wasted precious time.” her words where silent and calm like the genital breeze that came over the land making the grass around her sway like ripples on top of water. Her violet eyes closing as she listened to the sounds of the grass and the earth that seemed to sing quietly.
Her Deep violet eyes began to open, a glint of blood red covering them, creating a glow for a moment, then slowly fading off into the background color that was now a darker purple. Her hand that was holding her whip slowly let go letting the crimson color whip fall to the ground making a thud. Her eyes still focused on Wengotha as she reached behind her back in a smooth and quick motion pulling out her long sword. The crisp silver blade shined brightly as the suns rays beamed down upon it. The clean blade soon reflected the area around her as she brought the sword to her side letting the tip of the blade touch the ground her body moving in an attack position. Both her hands now griping the leather handle as if it was her life and passion. Her fingers gripped even harder as she narrowed her eyes at Wengotha. “You talk too much…” When she said this her sword swung forward right at Wengotha hoping to strike hard towards her admin.
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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Aug 1, 2005 19:10:30 GMT -5
Wengotha grabs the sword with her bare hands stopping it millimeters away from her body, where a bad incision would have been made. Her hands are cut deeply and are slowly seeping gray blood. As before, no painful expresssion crosses her face.
"'Tis not my problem that your brain is so petite that it does not distinguish your own veneration. But, since you do pronounce I talk too much, let me continue...Your quaint ways tend to annoy one after so long. It's quite extraordinary that one of your manner couldn't even develop a proper encounter that would place me in anguish. Quite pitiful if you ask me, even though I wasn't asked."
She places pressure upon her hands, attempting to make the bleeding stop. Seeing as these cuts are longer and deeper than any other, it proves to be a great challenge. The winds slow, rippling movements caused the dripping blood to fall at angle from where Wengotha was standing. It landed upon the enormous book's cover. And surprisingly it disappeared. Wengotha shows no stupefaction towards this event. She acts as if this is a normal occurence, which is quite a disturbing thought.
"My book holds many stories miss. Many that you wouldn't understand. I act as if I know nothing of my past, and that seemed quite fortunate for you. I choose to end these games. I know who I once was and I am going to reveal that to others. I am back for the better. Pain nor death faze me. With my life that was long lost, I am sure I could stand to die once more."
With that, she grabs the end of Vennessa's sword and stabs it through her body causing her to fall into a big heap of what used to be a living person. Her body disintergrates and her remains lay beside the book. The wind spins fast, forming a funnel around her pile of clothing.The sun disappears and lightning strikes. From within the cloud, a body is shown. It isn't any body, but one that consists of pink and gray. With striking pink hair and blazing pink eyes, she walks from within the clouds.
"Some from my past have known me as Electra. I am back to gather revenge."
Her clothing has changed. She is now wearing a combination of Wengotha's and Electra's old ensembles. She owns pink eyes and hair, but her skin is still gray. She also still possess the pink attire. The only parts of Wengotha's appearence that are left are the gray skin and the over-sized book.
"One more life was worth losing. I cannot wait to have encounters with people of my past."
She smiles. Her hand thrusts out towards Vennessa. Within it she holds a pink ball.
"Gumball?"
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Post by Vennessa on Aug 1, 2005 21:42:14 GMT -5
Vennessa’s eyes widen when Wengotha stabbed herself. Her hands pulling the heavy blade back, letting the sword rest upon the ground as she took a step backwards seeing wengotha fall to the ground. Her body quickly moving into a attack position as she saw a girl emerge from the clouds. “El-Electra? Huh? Well things just got interesting” her voice was quite as if above a whisper as she stared at the girl dressed in pink. hmm.. now I’ve seen everything . she thought as she stared hard at the girl who called herself Electra. But as she stood there her eyes narrowed once more as she gripped the handle of her sword tighter.
“Hmm.. Well if you don’t fear death or pain then…I guess we have something in common...” When she spoke as a small chuckle emerged fallowed by a grin. “You say my ways annoy you... but the thing is, you judge to quickly and that is your fault and you will pay dearly for that …You should of attacked me when you had the chance. And now I am tired of playing your pathetic games, one of us has to win and I worked and suffered to much just to loose.. so ‘Electra’ lets finish this once and for all! “
Vennessa straitened her back as she lifted her sword from the ground to where the tip of the blade pointed at Electra or who ever she was. “ Her voice deep as she brought the sword in front of her . “ And No, I don’t want a gumball…” Her eyes narrowed as she brought her sword out once more this time in defense. “It your move…”
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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Aug 2, 2005 19:44:19 GMT -5
Electra snickers. She steps forward rolling a lovebead back and forth in her hand, while holding her controller in the other.
"Well, seems I am getting to you. You say you have suffered enough, so that must mean I am having an effect upon you, whether it be good or bad. I am glad you finally see things on my standards. And no, I am not quick to judge, you just simply annoy one by your presence. It's obvious that you judge me by saying I judge. Irony, I love it! Kind of like a girl clothed in pink that is about to prevail in this altercation."
She stops and thinks, which is a rare action for one of Electra's type.
"Wait, you say that you are tired of playing these pathetic games. Didn't I just say before you that I was ending the 'games'? So, I don't think it was totally neccessary to repeat my speeches. Well, with yourself being a total imbecile, I wouldn't except anything else."
Her pace slows as she is now clutching her lovebead tightly in her hand.
"I shall make my first move whenever you prove one of your turns to be satisfactory enough for me to try to even respond. But, then I may have mistakenly 'judged' you and what you have shown is all you got. Very unsurprising."
While the outcome of this fight still hangs in the air, I will go ahead and make it doubly clear that good role-playing skills certainly impact the result of arena matches, perhaps even as much so as outright physical prowess. And in that light I would like to compliment Wengotha for her outstanding, vivid characterization, capturing a sheer verbal ferocity I have yet to see on any role-playing board.
Keep up the great battle!
-Thanatos
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Post by Vennessa on Aug 6, 2005 19:10:34 GMT -5
Vennessa’s violet eyes narrowed with an intense hatred within them, her heart beating seemed to slow down as a flash of lightning danced across the sky. “Is that all? You have to say? I thought you would have said more. Since that’s all you do so far, It’s typical to think a girl like you only could talk than fight.. An since you enjoy making a mockery of me and calling me ignorant I” Her voice cold like ice as a faint sigh emerged.
Her fingers that once held her heavy sword now loose to were she was barley holding the leather handle. Small and silent breaths emerged as a slightly cold breeze passed by ruffling her hair. Her eyes soon shutting as if disappointed and so she loosened her once tense muscles letting her body relax.
“Hmp...I might not be good at verbal comments and I might not be as smart as you hoped. But I know one thing and that is I didn’t come all this way to talk …I came here to fight, that’s what a arena is, If you didn’t know. An I plan on fighting and doing my best even if it means death…”
When she said this her eyes shot open as if something inside of her just awoke, Violet eyes filled with rage now glared down upon Electra. Her hand slowly moving her bloody sword to her side to where the tip of the blade touched the ground, an as she let the sword touch the ground the fine blade seemed to cut a few peaces of grass as a smile appeared across her face. A huge gust of wind blew across the field making the grass around them dance and sway like waves on a angry ocean.
Vennessa took her first step towards Electra and with each step she took her sword’s blade cut into the earth leaving a small gash upon it. The sound of grass crushing underneath her leather boots could be heard as she slowly let her head lower to where her eyes left her appoint which was a change.
“Satisfactory you say? Fine, I’ll give you something that you can respond too.” Her head slowly lifting up few peaces of hair falling in front of her face showing her eyes that seemed to have no life with in them as she smiled almost wickedly.
Vennessa’s arm’s quickly lifting her heavy sword off the ground tilting it in a right angel away from her body. A huge bolt of rage and energy mixed together seemed to flow threw her vain as she bent down quickly pushing off of one foot jumping into the air. Her arms thrusting the sword above her head as she angled the blade so that it would slash according on her position . An as soon as Vennessa was so close to Electra she thrusts the sword forth with a huge amount of rage and energy fallowing it.
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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Aug 7, 2005 13:48:40 GMT -5
Electra began to spin rapidly, like an ice skater would during a performance. Pink smoke flew out in every direction, forming a funnel. She disappeared, leaving no trace behind. It seemed as if she knew the blade would be coming towards her before Vennessa even started her attempt to attack. It seemed as if Electra had been scared and fled, but Electra is always unpredictable. A few moments later, smoke began to arise from the other side of the hill. It travelled slowly in the grass, like an eager mouse in a maze looking for a bright, delicious piece of cheese. It's travelling pace quickened and started to swirl around Vennessa. From the distance a voice is heard...
"My, um, wonderful fighting companion, do you not reliaze the meaning of satisfactory? 'Tis when one gives satisfaction sufficiently to meet a demand or requirement. This you continually have not done. I do not wish to kill you, because that would be a horrible disaster for the afterlife. I wouldn't want to put those poor souls in that agony. Plus, it is a great waste of the whole second it would take to murder you."
She presses a button on her controller and the smoke disappears in an instant.
"It is a shame that I keep ALLOWING you free attempts to attack me and you are constantly failing. I find it quite humorous that you consider shoving a sword at someone is satisfactory. I would absolutely despise knowing what you consider UNsatisfactory. I am beginning to wonder if everything is that way in your life."
She laughs loudly. When she stops, an evil grin is supported by a cold, dark stare. (A dark stare with pink eyes too, so that makes it even worse.)
"I do enjoy making a mockery of you because you ARE ignorant. It is no surprise that you didn't come all this way to talk. I suppose that everywhere you go is simply followed by the fact you are incredibly annoying. But what more could you expect from something so into purple? Such a nuisance. One day you will learn pink is the color of satisfaction."
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Post by Vennessa on Aug 18, 2005 17:30:21 GMT -5
Vennessa quickly twirled back around letting the ball of her foot twist so her sword would hit the ground in a angle. When the sword hit the ground with the amount of force she put behind it only a 4 foot gash remained. Vennessa’s head quickly jerked back around seeing Electra stand only a few feet away from her. “ Oh, I know what Satisfactory is …..An Its not my fault you keep Allowing me to get free attempts as you call it. An speaking of Unsatisfactory, I’m disappointed my self…” Her voice was dark almost a hissing sound as she tilted her neck to one side letting the joints in her neck pop and crack.
Vennessa’s blood seemed to pump through her Veins as if all her rage and anger was taking a hold of her. Her mouth lightly opening as a small dark, cold grin appeared. “You know if you where a bit taller and stronger I would be scared by now... but since you say I like purple so much than I guess I wouldn’t know if you where being serious since you haven’t ‘really’ attacked me .. ...but the pink out fit seems to take the fear right out of me. In fact Its almost makes me want to laugh..” Vennessa seemed to chuckle as she brought her sword back to her body straitening as a cold smile appeared. In that moment Vennessa quickly moved into a defense position putting her sword in front of her. “Your move….”
(sorry for not posting >< )
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Post by The Pink Tyrant on Aug 21, 2005 19:28:36 GMT -5
"Vennessa, Vennessa, Vennessa....When will you learn. I am not offering these attacks freely. You are just simply not worth the time and energy. I didn't want you to know the truth, but I am afraid I had to tell you. Don't worry, its OK. I don't like half the people on the earth. You are just another to add to my exceedingly long list."
She sighs and hesitates as she begins her next insult.
"I don't even know why I bother. I am glad to know that you had fear before you saw the pink outfit, since you say it took the fear from you. It just more of a way to be sure I will overcome this incredibly simple task. You should after all that I am a distraction. Your fear is just simply disguised to give you what you THINK is courage. But, it is ACTUALLY your excitement of me being in your presence."
She laughs.
"Again, I say, when you prove a move to be satisfactory, I shall go. Otherwise, I would like to continue had verbal combat."
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