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Okay, this is kind of like the Ten Towers idea that Tazy made.

Rules to battle and RPing

1) No God-Modding, as usual.
2) Minor healing is allowed, if your character has the ability or item to do it.
3) That's about it.

Story- Heroes, villains, and battlers alike have found themselves suddenly in a strange and small land. But they have found that there are several portals in the area, and it looks like they're the only way out...

Pick your portal, and see where it leads you.

Green Portal

Blue Portal

Black Portal

Red Portal

Yellow Portal

Depending on what portal you picked, you will be teleported to an area...

One of the numerus fights in the crowd stood out abit mostly because he was for the most part so very plain compaired to the more visible people in the crowd. He was a tall man standing at six feet Seven inches tall. He had black hair streaked with gray mostly because the stress he was under was begining to wear on him. the apparel he wore consisted of a blue undershirt covered by a large white leather trenech coat, and a black messenger bag, he also wore olive drab pants and brown runners shoes. His name is Lawrence Williams

Sighing tiredly Will thought over his current prediment. While it was true that he was a bit surprized to be swept away to this odd room with a huge crowd of powerfull fighters, he couldn't say it was one of the weirder things to ever happen to him in his near six hundred and seventy years of life. Will pondered his choices of possible doorways and in the end just picked a portal at random so he took a deep breathe and sprinted forword quickly dashing into the yellow Portal hoping that it was a gateway to a place where he could rest and resupply himself.

PSYCHOKID909 wrote:One of the numerus fights in the crowd stood out abit mostly because he was for the most part so very plain compaired to the more visible people in the crowd. He was a tall man standing at six feet Seven inches tall. He had black hair streaked with gray mostly because the stress he was under was begining to wear on him. the apparel he wore consisted of a blue undershirt covered by a large white leather trenech coat, and a black messenger bag, he also wore olive drab pants and brown runners shoes. His name is Lawrence Williams

Sighing tiredly Will thought over his current prediment. While it was true that he was a bit surprized to be swept away to this odd room with a huge crowd of powerfull fighters, he couldn't say it was one of the weirder things to ever happen to him in his near six hundred and seventy years of life. Will pondered his choices of possible doorways and in the end just picked a portal at random so he took a deep breathe and sprinted forword quickly dashing into the yellow Portal hoping that it was a gateway to a place where he could rest and resupply himself.

Will dashed through the portal. He now found himself standing on hard,
stone tiles. No bones or blood on the floor, as many would expect from a
"dungeon." Will sighed in relief. Here, he could relax and rest until he was up for another Gunjin rumble.

And then he stood up straight, eyes widened. No door ways. No gates. No paths. It was just a room with stone walls and stone floor. No escape. Would he run out of air? He would starve if he was here long enough. How was he going to escape?

Will sat back down and began to concentrate. Think. He breathed in and out, calmly. He wasn't going to go mad. He was just going to sit down and think. If he didn't calm himself down, he would become insane.

"Hey!"

Will looked up after hearing a voice. He stood up, and looked around the room. No one there.

"You!"

Still no one there.

"Over here!"

If Will saw what it was, he would of seen a snow-white face appearing on the walls with strange yellow eyes.

What was he going to do?
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Well, Psychokid? What are you going to do?

Will just rolled he deep red eyes, then took a deep breathe once more. after his breif panic attack was over he carefully searched the room and faced the being that was addressing him after nodding to himself He spoke aloud. "I REALLY hate being immortal, now that I've got that issue out of the way." He mumbled to himself then addressed the ice Being "I don't suppose you could tell me how to get out of here could you?"

As he spoke to the being he subtly slipped his hand into his bag and felt the contents within his sling, 17 rounds, and two bottles Hi Potion. Great no food or water, this was going to be alot of fun. The starvation he could deal with, that didn't become a real issue untill mid way through the second week, it was the dehydration that Will hated most around the second day without water your eye start to play tricks on you. He learned that the hard way after walking off a high cliff that in his state he mistook for a rather dry riverbed.

"HEE HEE! Hello, hello!" The face disappeared.

Will was puzzled. Where was he now? Was this just going to go on, and on..?
The thing was annoying, alright. It's voice would remind you of alarm clocks buzzing in your ear, and tires screeching. It sounded like it came from one of those annoying clowns from the circus. The freakish ones that don't leave you alone.

"Pssst...hey, you..."

There was that voice again. It was quiet, so Will couldn't tell where it was coming from.
He sighed.

"You wanna hear...a..secret?"

Will gritted his teeth. "What....?"

"I AM OVER HERE, STUPID!"

And now it was right in his frickin' ears. Will turned around to see the face again.

Once again will rolled his eyes and voiced his thoughts aloud. "... you'd think after the first 300 year's I'd be used to people like that. The reality being that I'm not just goes to show how many annoying fools I've run into." He reached into his messneger bag and took out a large sphere made of marble it was rought the size of a tennis ball. As he started to absent mindedly toss it from hand to hand he once again tried to address his apperent captore. "So am I to gather that dealing with you in one way or another will grant me freedom from this place. If that's the case then rest assured that you will be delt with." Will deadpanned to the icey being.

He wasn't sure if he'd have time to build up the proper momentom for a shot with his sling so instead he was ready to throw a rather painfull fastball at his artic annoynce, maybe shattering the thing's face would free him. Though if that didn't work atleast he would be free from the rather irritating voice it possesed.

Will bounced the tennis ball on the wall back and forth, until he was ready to take a throw. He threw it at the annoying and ugly white face. The green blur flew across the room and into the wall, into the face.

BAM!....Well, it didn't go exactly the way Will wanted.

"ARHALHFMMFF!!!" said the face, as the tennis ball was in his mouth. He spit the ball out, and said, "You know what that means?....It means.........DIE!!!" The face instantly changed from a plain ugly face to a menacingly ugly one, with red eyes and sharp jagged yellow teeth. The face started moving.... It was coming out of the wall! A body appeared with the head, and now a complete person stood before Will.

The thing held a long knife in his right hand. He wore bright colored clothing, wearing a black and white shirt with wide clown shirts also in the same colors. His shoes were red and pointed at the tips.

OoC Uh I think you missread my last post the "ball" in question was the size of a tennnis ball but it was really made of marbel. sorry I should have been more clean about that.

Will took a deep breath and eyed his foe, he looked like an odd combination of a mime and a clown. Putting aside the fact that its apprence would huant his darker dreams for a while will simplay took a deep breath and got into a defencive postiotion. It was odd because he was swinging his messenger bag like one might see a lasso being swung. his icey foe was abit distracted by this.

Taking the distraction as his cue Will sprinted forword stil swinging his back, what happened next was a bit of a blur to both combatents will maneged to land a rather hard strike with his bag. The rather large and heavy objects inside giving the stirike quite a bit of force to it stunning the recipent momentairly. Luckly for Will the healing potions were in hard pewter bottles. However while his plan worked he didn't get away unharmed. His attack while surprising left him open for a breif moment this weakness, was used and after the two seprated there was a rather large and deep wound in Will's right side from where he had come into contact with the rather large knife.

His Bag back in place and the marble ball in his left hand. Will began to take deep breathes to help get himself ready for the next attack. pausing for a moment he spoke once again to his adversary. " Die? Ha don't I wish! You can try you can batter and break me in any number of wayb but I'm one of the unlucky few who can't die. Still this fight one way or another will get me out of here. Either I win and you free me, or I lose and simply lay on the floor gathering dust untill the portal opens once more."

OOC: Sorry about the tennis ball thing, Psycho./

The thing smiled, but you wouldn't be able to tell if it was happy, insane, or crazily angry. You'd go with the last two. "So you can't die, eh? You know what that makes me?.....It makes me...happy. Now, I'll be able to disturb you until you scream 'til you reach the limit of your loudness, and you can't make the fear and disturbing images in your head go away! It'll last forever!"

The white-faced "man" looked at his opponent, and smiled seeing that there was a bit of anger in his voice.

"Not if I kill you, first...." Will said.

Will's opponent started tossing his knife up in the air, catching it as it came back down. He easily repeated it as he spoke. "Will you? Are you sure? I doen't think sooo..."

OoC Not a problem like I said in part it was my fault. By the way i'm looking forword to your intro for the Two on Two topic.

Will just smirked eyeing the knife as it was thrown into the air then caught, only to be thrown up again. "Hey you Pennywise wannabe catch!" He shouted flinging his right arm forword the blood coating flying across the room. It splashed acrossed the twisted beings face some even getting int his eyes, forcing him to close them. The knife he was toying with was allowed to clatter to the ground noisly.

Taking advantege of this oppertunity Will once again through the marble round at his opponet it struck home in the beings chest winding him and forcing him to bend over at the waist the knife laying abandoned on the cold stone floor. will then flinched horribly his right hand was soon holding his side closed once more as all the suddon movement had aggrovated the wound. While either of his potions could easly repair the wound he held off on using one as he was sure that he would need both after his irksome foe retaliated.

"So," Will started clutching his side and panting abit. "I know the time for plesentries have past. you may call me Will, now do you care to grace me with your name." He finished hoping that talking for a bit would allow him to improvise another plan.

OOC: Wait, what happened to Will? I didn't really understand the post. Oh, and by the way, I'll post my Two on Two intro after more of this fight gets done./

OoC What happened was this.
1 Will thrust his right hand forword, because that hand was the one he was using to hold his stap wound closed it was covered in blood.
2 Some of the blood on his and was flung forword hitting your character in the face including the eyes also causing you to drop your weapon.
3 While your character was distrackted by this will threw the marble sling round he was holding.
4 The round hit you in the chest knocking your wind out but not doing mutch real damge.
5 The rapid movemet made Will's chest wound worse/inflamed the pain it was causing.
6 Because of the extra blood lose and inflaimed wound Will is also out of breath.
7 hoping to stall for time so he can plan another attack Will's trying to get you talking as a delay tactic.

Damn I must have either rushed that post horribly or be horribly of of practice to confuse you some much.