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Post by Deuze on Feb 7, 2006 0:14:07 GMT -5
"Here is my registration form.":He muttered in a low voice. He handed the papers to a well dresed man. His hair up in curls. Obviously he was of Noble Descent. He looked the papers up and down, Then over again before bringing his eyes back up to the towering man who stood before him:" Aaaah....You're....":He glanced at the paper:"Does?":Deuze frowned:"My name is Deuze.":The man blushed slightly because of his mistake. He fixed his glasses and looked back down:"Allright your form checks out. I am happy to say that you are now a registered fighter in the D.G arena":He bowed his head, then walked down a stone corridor. His large weapon slung over his shoulder and wrapped in cloth as to prevent dust and dirt build-up upon it. He looked around, then entered into a door on his right. It was the waiting room for all fighters. He set his sword down next to him and sat down upon the carved, stone seat. His eyes shut almost instantly as he entered into thought of who his opponent would be, how strong they were. Thinking about this brought somewhat of a smile to his face:
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Post by Demon on Feb 7, 2006 11:08:43 GMT -5
Demon dropped from above behind the noble he had a crazed look on his face and a murderous look in his eyes.Suddenly he grabbed the noble by the neck he started to crush the man's neck. Then he suddenly let go, a change had gone over his face, it was now warm and inviting and had an air of sofistication. "Sorry about that...." He helped the man up "Sometimes I'm a bit out of my mind, hope you don't mind" He brought out his papers "Here you go the noble took his papers and barely glanced at them "Ok you're good, welcome to the D.G. arena. Demon smiled "good thanks alot" he started to walk away.
The noble was shaking and trying to recover when a katana pierced his stomach, it ripped through him and he fell to the ground. "Sorry, needed a snack" He grabbed the glowing ball that rose from the man's body that was his soul and devoured it. He then turned and walked into the waiting room and sat down.
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Post by AntonyJC on Feb 12, 2006 15:16:13 GMT -5
::JC comes riding from the western hills on his miniture horse. He notices a line in front of a table. He guesses that this is the table for registering , since he just came off a hard night of drinking  . He sees a noble and a mysterious frak of nature.:: :: JC hands his papers to the offical, then looks back at his opponents, in a wild manner:: |
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Post by YungGun on Feb 12, 2006 20:25:37 GMT -5
Yung Gun walks to the dead noble and looks around. He digs in the dead body's pockets and takes anything of value.
Yung Gun ears wiggles when he hears foot steps running towards him. He quickly gets up and runs away.
He smirks when he hears, "Stop that elf!!!"
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Post by Deuze on Feb 12, 2006 21:34:22 GMT -5
:His ears perked up when the door to the waiting room was opened. In stepped a well builtman who held nothing but the sadistic smile on his face. Deuze opened his eyes, then looked up at the man take his seat. Something seemed wrong. His prescence felt different then that of a normal human. He shook the thought from his mind:"So, Are you to be my opponent?":He questioned with the same voice in which he spoke to the Noble:
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Post by Demon on Feb 12, 2006 21:47:41 GMT -5
he sat down and faced Deuze
"I suppose so, I hope you provide at least a little challenge."
He looked away and took out his katana with the nobles blood on it and began to clean it off
"I hope the match starts soon, I'm getting hungry, and I would hate to waste my stash"
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Post by Deuze on Feb 13, 2006 0:37:36 GMT -5
:He frowned as he looked upon the bloody blade that the man held. He shut his eyes:"So, it seems that blade has allready taken the life of someone, SoulEater.":His eyes remained shut as the scent of blood filled his nostrils.As the man watched him, he noticed his hand moving up a large, cloth object. Deuze wrapped his hand around the wooden shaft of the sword. He lifted it an inch off of the ground, then thrust it into the ground. The tip itself not piercing the ground. The cloth contracted, then expanded. It slid off revealing the weapon that it concealed: "Trust me. I will be more of a challange for you Soul Eater." :He snorted. His eyes opened up in a fury:
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Post by Demon on Feb 13, 2006 7:57:08 GMT -5
He grinned
'This sword has taken more lives than I can count, as have any of my weapons and my bare hands. And please call me Demon."
He slid the katana back in it's sheath
"And I'm sure this will be an entertaining match if you're as good as you seem to think"
His features seemed to shift around and finnaly setteled in place showing strange markings on him
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Post by Deuze on Feb 15, 2006 21:44:10 GMT -5
:His marked eye narrowed:"Demon. Such an interesting name. But, I have no room to say anything.":He shut his eyes, then turned his attention back to the ground. A small gleam of light reflected from his sword. His right hand, seperated as the shaft of the sword rested inbetween his middle and index finger: "Though you may find it unimportant, My name is Deuze." :Like before, His voice was low, Allmost a whisper. But, He was sure that Demon had heard it. His fingers tensed as the sudden atmosphere of the room changed. Something seemed to be pushing him now. Was it bloodlust? Something he had sealed away long ago? No. It was his adrenaline. This was one of the first fights that he was sure would end in a injury or even worse, Mutilation:"I grow oddley tired of waiting. I hope that our match is soon."
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Post by dez7ruc7 on Feb 17, 2006 7:03:14 GMT -5
Slamming the door open, thor grinned as he took in the scenario. Nodding his head to the men inside, he walked over to a corner, grabbed a chair and sat down, loudly. "always good to study one's future opponent", he remarked, smirking.
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Post by mole on Mar 3, 2006 14:49:22 GMT -5
~Mole followed Dez into the room~
"study all you want, because they may be some of the last people you will EVER meet" said mole in his low, deep voice.
~Mole walked over to the corner of the room, sat on the floor and crossed his legs, an dbegan to hover close to the ceiling~
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Post by Demon on Mar 6, 2006 16:30:15 GMT -5
"If he comes up against me I will be the last he meets"
~Demon began sharpening his claws causing a loud scraping soud that all could hear~
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Post by mole on Mar 6, 2006 20:42:36 GMT -5
~Mole simply tunes the noise out~
*Mole starts chanting*
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Post by phantomkiller on May 13, 2008 20:59:18 GMT -5
*walks up the the dead noble, and hands him the registrations forms, the noble's body speaks the words, "First door on your right." then stops* "I love scanning the imprints on dead brains!" *noticing the line of people waiting to fight I take out one of my phantom blades and slash through the first 5 people in line* "Always a helping hand, shortening lines." *Walks into the waiting room, and sees a soul eater somebody who is bound to have a weird name, another levitating in the corner, a chanting mole, and an overly bright person, attempting to study the others* "Hey where is the ld that looted the noble guy that was dead?"
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. He sees a noble and a mysterious frak of nature.::
