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Post by Hyoku on Jan 12, 2014 1:36:50 GMT 2
 The arena is open at all times. 24/7. Once battle commences a force field that causes summoning block also leaving the arena is impossible until the force field is down. Ir prevents the guests from being harmed. Theres a betting clerk for battles. Tournaments ar held underground the arena if the weather is bad The Grotto staff will always make sure you survive here in battle. |
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Post by Eddie on Jan 21, 2014 18:46:28 GMT 2
A man entered the gates of this arena, it was Eddie. He looked around, inspecting the technology used here, he was searching for people in the fighters lobby, snooping around the arena. He uncovers a suspicious looking man. He seemed to be alone. The last words Eddie hear were something about king of beasts. He came to the open "This arena is something beyond your comprehension to say it can't hold you down and cage you. I have an arena like this in my origin world. Trust me. If you are powerful and sure you have mastered everything you can. There's no point to take action here. As it'll sustain your existance and the arena itself will devour you." He winked at Foxkage "Anyway. I've heard a lot about you sir. I would like to have the opportunity to best you" he held a sheer and cold smile towards Foxkage. Knowing this would bring out the man of him, Eddie waited for anwser.
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Post by Eddie on Jan 21, 2014 20:21:14 GMT 2
Eddie witnessed Foxkage moving in nano seconds "I see you're fast. Yet still you couldn't control these systems. But arguing with a fool such as yourself. Would prove nothing interesting other than your lack of basic space time equation knowledge." His eyes were still closed, he hasn't seen the true looks of Foxkage. But had a nicely fitting picture of him in his mind. "So care to start your dance, mr. Two left legs?" He dissed Foxkage, it was refering to his uncontrollable powers and brutality "One who cannot sustain his power. Should stop existing, I would say." He firmly said, smiling suspiciously indeed. He took out a tiny dagger, it seemed nothing special, apart the shony red bead in the hilt, it was infused with Eddies skin. His ears got a little sharper, a light case of tattoos could be seen on his face and hands. He was awaiting "do your best..."
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Post by Eddie on Jan 21, 2014 21:11:43 GMT 2
"Do as you please, makes you look like the fool you truly are. Pride cost you your temper and your family. It's amusing that you are allowed to exist here..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 17:05:47 GMT 2
OOC:Well since he cannot have is own home here, I guess he shall make it at the most suitable of places Walking out onto the arena field, vacant and quiet, much like that of a town of ghosts, Exias would step out upon the open field. His body large and masculine, almost entirely exposed except for the ripped slacks he wore upon his chest. His chest ripped and exposed, showing a thick large scar going diagonally along his left breast, and many upon his back, a painting of pain torn through the flesh upon his back. The being's arms were thick, yet held a slender feel to them, his hands large and strong. His nails were sharp and to the point. Scars were carved deep into the man's arms and legs. Thick iron shackles were chained upon his wrists, with chains hanging forth, around three foot each, their ends unable to touch the ground due to the man's massive height of almost seven and a half feet in height. The chains stopped near the bottom of his shredded pants, showing his bare feet, the nails also sharp and curved downwards, slightly to a point. They were large as well, much like his hands and the rest of his body.
Exias face was a stern serious look, his pale skin, robbed of sunlight for so long from the world he used to live in, was matched only by the whiteness of his long, thick, bushy hair, which fell down past the back of his knees, unkempt, unruly. His violet eyes were like amethyst, sharpened through combat with their piercing stare through the vacant arena. His looks gave him that of a stern strict ruler, yet his outward appearance made him seem a prisoner.
Despite the pour demeaning exposure, his body seemed to radiate with a powerful, primal aura. This aura would seem familiar to anyone who saw it due to a sense of familiarity it held in all things upon this world, and all things outside it. This aura, this strength was bathed into his very being and essence due to his "imprisonment" within "The Heart."
Exias would find himself taking a sitting posture upon the center of the arena. His leg's crossed firmly underneath his body and his hands rested upon his thighs. Here he would wait for the first, of hopefully many challengers who would come seeking him to test their strengths and discover the truth of their character. |
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Post by arashi on Feb 5, 2014 19:24:57 GMT 2
*walks into the arena* Well this is the place.
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Post by Shiki, The Obfuscated on Feb 5, 2014 19:55:44 GMT 2
Shiki leaped and hopped through the stands, looking around the arena for the power source she had sensed. She giggled.
"Wow! Looks like I might have been wrong for once, there might be nothing dangerous here after all." She twirled her parasol and began to look around the arena grounds.
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Post by arashi on Feb 5, 2014 20:13:06 GMT 2
Shiki leaped and hopped through the stands, looking around the arena for the power source she had sensed. She giggled. "Wow! Looks like I might have been wrong for once, there might be nothing dangerous here after all." She twirled her parasol and began to look around the arena grounds. *sees the girl with the parasol* Is that who I'm supposed to fight? |
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Post by Shiki, The Obfuscated on Feb 5, 2014 20:42:47 GMT 2
Shiki leaped and hopped through the stands, looking around the arena for the power source she had sensed. She giggled. "Wow! Looks like I might have been wrong for once, there might be nothing dangerous here after all." She twirled her parasol and began to look around the arena grounds. *sees the girl with the parasol* Is that who I'm supposed to fight? She spots him, her eye going wide, and her mouth agape. She quickly trots over to him, and pokes his head. "Yer pretty weird lookin'." |
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Post by arashi on Feb 5, 2014 20:46:24 GMT 2
*sees the girl with the parasol* Is that who I'm supposed to fight? She spots him, her eye going wide, and her mouth agape. She quickly trots over to him, and pokes his head. "Yer pretty weird lookin'." What? *looks down* I'm not wearing my armor right now? |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 22:44:58 GMT 2
Exias would remain unmoving in the center of the arena field, his appearance that of a meditative state |
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Post by arashi on Feb 5, 2014 22:58:54 GMT 2
Exias would remain unmoving in the center of the arena field, his appearance that of a meditative state *turns around and looks at this giant* Oh my god he's huge... |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 23:03:00 GMT 2
Eyes slowly opened, taking notice of the challenger before him. Exias right hand formed a fist, placing it firmly on the ground before him as he pushed himself up to his feet. The chains slowly rattling upwards until they were fully suspended from the ground. |
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Post by arashi on Feb 5, 2014 23:08:50 GMT 2
Eyes slowly opened, taking notice of the challenger before him. Exias right hand formed a fist, placing it firmly on the ground before him as he pushed himself up to his feet. The chains slowly rattling upwards until they were fully suspended from the ground. *looks up and thinks to myself* I have no idea how they convinced me of this....*i say this part out loud* but its too late now! *my armor appears around my body* |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 23:12:24 GMT 2
Acknowledging the challengers will to fight. Exias would grip the shackle of his left hand, giving it a quick strong pull as the thick bindings shattered from his arm, repeating the same for the shackles upon his other wrist.
"What is your name?"
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