Anybody up for a quick match with me? As I mentioned before, I've been out of this whole Gunjin thing for at least two years now (aside from the events I've hosted to keep the place breathing.) Rereading my old posts tells me that I had some goddamn great times here, and I want to relive that. So, if you're willing, lesdoothisthang.
The rules are the usual Gunjin stuff. I'm not going to add any gimmicks or anything.
As to the battlefield, I'm going to get into that in my intro post, which I will piece together after somebody has accepted.
You Know What? I'mma **** Some **** Up.
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The first open challenge I've accepted
Wassup, Galefore? I hope you're pleased to hear that I'm having so much fun with the siege on Oceansford that I want to become a permanent VGF member.
I don't know if I'll be good for a one-on-one, but I might as well give it a try.
I don't know who your character is, but I'll use Zaidon.
He's not a human and can't be killed by any shortcuts, like stabbin'im in the heart.
His energy comes from absorbing atoms around him. He uses the energy to regenerate lost or damaged parts and to recharge. If he suffers enough attacks, his power will drain and he'll die like a used battery. That's how you beat him. (Most of my other characters are normal humans.)
So basically trash him and pound him and if you rough him up bad enough I'll say that he's dead.
I only felt inclined to tell you this because he's not a normal human. Don't feel that you're obligated to tell me all your characters secrets and weaknesses.
Wassup, Galefore? I hope you're pleased to hear that I'm having so much fun with the siege on Oceansford that I want to become a permanent VGF member.
I don't know if I'll be good for a one-on-one, but I might as well give it a try.
I don't know who your character is, but I'll use Zaidon.
He's not a human and can't be killed by any shortcuts, like stabbin'im in the heart.
His energy comes from absorbing atoms around him. He uses the energy to regenerate lost or damaged parts and to recharge. If he suffers enough attacks, his power will drain and he'll die like a used battery. That's how you beat him. (Most of my other characters are normal humans.)
So basically trash him and pound him and if you rough him up bad enough I'll say that he's dead.
I only felt inclined to tell you this because he's not a normal human. Don't feel that you're obligated to tell me all your characters secrets and weaknesses.
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Yeayuh.
I don't have any time left tonight because music practice dragged on for an hour more than intended, but expect something tomorrow. I'm still riding off of the inspiration of reading those badass old battles, so expect something relatively cool.
EDIT: Upon remembering the amount of fun I had with the character, I will be using an old one-shot from the 10th NLBFT named Visonef. If you want a preview of his capabilities and "gimmick", if you will, check the link to my battle with repster in NLBFT 10 (which is, naturally, currently in the Hall of Fame topic). It'll be interesting to use a character whose main source of damage is smashing people to unrecognizable puddles with a gravity-manipulating sword against a regenerating character... Gives me more free-reign to abuse that ability. :p
WOOOOOOOO MEMORIES
I don't have any time left tonight because music practice dragged on for an hour more than intended, but expect something tomorrow. I'm still riding off of the inspiration of reading those badass old battles, so expect something relatively cool.
EDIT: Upon remembering the amount of fun I had with the character, I will be using an old one-shot from the 10th NLBFT named Visonef. If you want a preview of his capabilities and "gimmick", if you will, check the link to my battle with repster in NLBFT 10 (which is, naturally, currently in the Hall of Fame topic). It'll be interesting to use a character whose main source of damage is smashing people to unrecognizable puddles with a gravity-manipulating sword against a regenerating character... Gives me more free-reign to abuse that ability. :p
WOOOOOOOO MEMORIES
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In case you looked it over and missed it again.
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When our world is burning.
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
When all run like the cowards they are.
I shall stand in the inferno, and fight until I am consumed
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OoC: Here we are. It should be noted that I've changed a bit about Visonef. No longer is he carrying an 8-foot anime sword, but rather a much shorter four-foot blade with a taper and a rather question-mark-esque curve at the end. He is also now English and moving about London a couple of hundred years ago. I've all but dropped the story he was originally in, so I am trying to find a niche for my mercenary psychopath. Also, apologies for any cumbersome wait this brought on. Note my rustiness.
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It was the late 19th century. The world was rejoicing, and London, England was alive and vibrant. Visonef Stiiv was dead. Or at least, the governing bodies said he was. His life and deeds had been discussed in-depth over the last few days, and the police force had celebrated his departure from his body. Printed sources ran the headline “Amputee Killer Finally Dead”, a completely irreverent way to remember the mercenary and his many doings, but fair. He had been an enemy of the entire world, even turning on those from whom he made money, and now he had no allies, no friends, and most importantly, no source of revenue. He was the man that the world around him hated.
His solution was to 'die', or at least, to 'die' officially. He had managed to retain one select friend who worked in the police force, and with the help of a few shady practitioners of the black arts (who were quickly disposed of), he had produced a corpse identical to his own. Crude tests were run, photographs compared.. And indeed, this man was Visonef, shot dead by the police he so often defied. Now, the real Visonef was busy in his “borrowed” home (the owner of which was now on permanent vacation), admiring the rather grizzly beard he had grown and enjoying his new trench coat. He placed a brown bowler hat on his head and grinned.
“I like the sound of Charles for my new name. Don't you? I've always wanted to be a Chuck. Strong name, that.” Visonef quickly turned to his police-officer mole, his completely eviscerated corpse hanging lifeless from a noose tied to the fan, and then smacked himself in the head. “Ah! Of course! I already killed you an hour ago. Hehe... It's refreshing to know there was at least one more fool out there to take my word on these things. Bloody fool.”
He admired his great blade, an elegant curved Asiatic looking curio that mysteriously created an intense gravitational pull on the inside of whatever it touched or cut, before carefully placing the specially (and equally mysteriously)-made sheath on it to prevent it from consuming another of his fingers. By sheer accident he had already lopped off his right middle finger, and his left hand was naught but a disfigured nub on the end of his arm. He then wrapped the sheathed weapon in cloth and articles of his clothing and placed it in his bag, before exiting the building and slowly walking down the rainy, crowded London street. The fog had rolled in, and the people were slowly moving about. Visonef was tired of this city, and of Europe in general. He wanted something new, and he deserved it. But, under his new identity, “Charles” would have to get a plane ticket to America. Perhaps there the women of the night he disemboweled would be less drab and lifeless, and the jobs would be far more lucrative for him there. Yes...
He saw the police coming and stopped dead in his tracks, at first reaching to open his bag and take his sword out of pure instinct, but catching himself. Standing aside as the constables ran about him, he wondered what they were after. Clearly some great disturbance had come about. Casually, he walked in the direction of the policemen, following them down several streets.
This disturbance would prove to be the last great bit of fun Visonef would have before leaving his European crime-spree behind.
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It was the late 19th century. The world was rejoicing, and London, England was alive and vibrant. Visonef Stiiv was dead. Or at least, the governing bodies said he was. His life and deeds had been discussed in-depth over the last few days, and the police force had celebrated his departure from his body. Printed sources ran the headline “Amputee Killer Finally Dead”, a completely irreverent way to remember the mercenary and his many doings, but fair. He had been an enemy of the entire world, even turning on those from whom he made money, and now he had no allies, no friends, and most importantly, no source of revenue. He was the man that the world around him hated.
His solution was to 'die', or at least, to 'die' officially. He had managed to retain one select friend who worked in the police force, and with the help of a few shady practitioners of the black arts (who were quickly disposed of), he had produced a corpse identical to his own. Crude tests were run, photographs compared.. And indeed, this man was Visonef, shot dead by the police he so often defied. Now, the real Visonef was busy in his “borrowed” home (the owner of which was now on permanent vacation), admiring the rather grizzly beard he had grown and enjoying his new trench coat. He placed a brown bowler hat on his head and grinned.
“I like the sound of Charles for my new name. Don't you? I've always wanted to be a Chuck. Strong name, that.” Visonef quickly turned to his police-officer mole, his completely eviscerated corpse hanging lifeless from a noose tied to the fan, and then smacked himself in the head. “Ah! Of course! I already killed you an hour ago. Hehe... It's refreshing to know there was at least one more fool out there to take my word on these things. Bloody fool.”
He admired his great blade, an elegant curved Asiatic looking curio that mysteriously created an intense gravitational pull on the inside of whatever it touched or cut, before carefully placing the specially (and equally mysteriously)-made sheath on it to prevent it from consuming another of his fingers. By sheer accident he had already lopped off his right middle finger, and his left hand was naught but a disfigured nub on the end of his arm. He then wrapped the sheathed weapon in cloth and articles of his clothing and placed it in his bag, before exiting the building and slowly walking down the rainy, crowded London street. The fog had rolled in, and the people were slowly moving about. Visonef was tired of this city, and of Europe in general. He wanted something new, and he deserved it. But, under his new identity, “Charles” would have to get a plane ticket to America. Perhaps there the women of the night he disemboweled would be less drab and lifeless, and the jobs would be far more lucrative for him there. Yes...
He saw the police coming and stopped dead in his tracks, at first reaching to open his bag and take his sword out of pure instinct, but catching himself. Standing aside as the constables ran about him, he wondered what they were after. Clearly some great disturbance had come about. Casually, he walked in the direction of the policemen, following them down several streets.
This disturbance would prove to be the last great bit of fun Visonef would have before leaving his European crime-spree behind.
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When magicks collide
OOC: Is it just me, or is the second post of a battle really hard?
Visonef walked down the street and saw a police barricade in front of the London museum. He heard an explosion come from inside the building as a man walked out the front door onto the porch. He was dressed like a street magician. In his left hand, he was holding a green rectangular artifact, like a brick made of emerald. The officers pointed guns at him.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air and come down slowly!”
The man held up both hands. In his right hand, he was holding what looked like a stage prop; a simple eight-inch black wand with white tips. He twirled it around his fingers before pointing at a buggy coming down the street.
“Abra cadabra!” He yelled in a Scottish accent.
The back end of the buggy exploded in a fireball, sending the driver flying. The panicked horses ran down the street, trampling the constables who could not dive out of the way fast enough. Those who dove were showered with debris.
“That’s the magic of Todd Merlin!” he yelled running towards a barber shop.
<Todd Merlin?>
Visonef recognized the alias as a man with a price on his head. In fact, no one in Europe had a price on his head without Visonef knowing it. He would have ignored it, being that he does not usually hunt for bounties, but Merlin, he knew, had quite a fortune placed on his capture. Such an amount could possibly buy an aero plane. Best of all, it was his favourite kind of bounty: dead or alive.
“Wit’ the Jade Prism, Ay’ll be nigh unstoppable!” Merlin boasted as he ran to an imported Ford Model T and hopped over the driver’s door onto the front bench.
V pulled his sword out of his bag and took off running.
A well-dressed man with half his hair cut ran out of the barber shop with his fist in the air.
“Help! A thief is stealing my motorcar!”
But as he reached the driver door, Merlin swung it open, smashing it into the rich man’s chest. He fell backwards onto the sidewalk wheezing in pain.
“HA! Me luck ne’er strikes out! An automobile fer me t’ go along wit’ me Jade Prism, too!”
He pushed a button on the dashboard labeled “START” and the engine coughed, sputtered, and turned over. Merlin drove away, steering with his right hand, in which he also held his wand, and with his left hand he held the Jade Prism in front of his face turning it and inspecting it.
“And t’ think a yeer ago, Aye did n’t b’leeve in no magic powers! ‘s soon ‘s Aye figger out what thyis Jade Prism c’n do, I’ll ‘ave another weapon that no one b’leeves is magic!”
Merlin rounded a corner. In the windshield, he saw the reflection of Visonef climbing over the rear of the car onto the back bench. This was alarming enough, but he was even more alarmed when he saw the sword V was holding. He stood up and spun around to face V, trying to hold the Jade Prism in one hand and steer with the other.
“What ‘ya think yare do’n’?!” yelled the Scottish magician before V swung(horizontally) his sword at him. He ducked out of the way and pointed the wand at him.
“Alakazam!”
From a point in the air one inch from the tip of the wand, a stream of pigeon feathers suddenly appeared and sprayed V in the face, sticking to it obstructing his vision. While he wiped them off with the nub that would have been a left hand, Merlin set the Jade Prism down and pulled out a revolver. V kicked the gun out of his hand and swung again, but Merlin yanked the steering wheel and the car swerved, throwing him off balance. The Scotsman twirled the magic wand once around his finger before declaring his victory.
“Yer finished! Hocus Poc—“
The car smashed into a lamppost and the momentum flung Merlin into the windshield before he could pull his little trick. Visonef took this opportunity to swing his sword again. The crash, however, had made the Jade Prism ricochet off the dashboard, then the windshield and back into the car. It flew right into the tip of V’s sword. The artifact twisted and contorted before imploding. Time itself seemed to be interrupted and reality convulsed, twisting all nearby objects and people into a wavy, distorted mess as though it were viewed through a wave of heat.
“What have you done?! You kasfvb eywovb lvbhdfsa…”
Through the distortion, V saw Merlin waving his magic wand and reflexively slashed it as well. As it snapped and crushed itself, everything in Visonef’s vision swirled like a hypnotic tie-dye shirt. Merlin, the car, and England twisted away into the distance.
“Wow.” Zaidon took in the scenery. It was the first time he had ever stepped through a portal, and was shocked that he could one moment be standing in a room in a building on a vegetation-free moon and the next be in a grass field. “Do you have any idea where we are?”
“Are you kidding?” Pythos responded, “I don’t even know when we are! I’m just wondering why there‘re no landmarks or people anywhere… How am I supposed to find out where and when this is if there’s no people or ruins? I don’t see any evidence of life aside from this grass, which is perfectly healthy and the same height everywhere.”
“Uh… Pythos? There’s something coming toward us.”
Pythos looked into the sky at a flaming U.F.O. ripping through the sky towards the ground.
“Looks like a meteoroid. It’s gonna land about 500 yards from us.” Pythos squinted and peered at the falling object until it was no longer ‘unidentified’. “Wait! That’s not a meteoroid, that’s a spaceship! And it’s gonna touch down hard!”
It smashed into the ground causing a light quake.
“Hey, it didn’t explode.” Zaidon observed.
“They might need help!” Pythos took off for the wreckage, zipping across the grass with his magic boots while Zaidon ran behind him. Pythos was much faster, however, and they were soon separated…
Zaidon stopped as he noticed a section of the grass in front of him distorted and twisting. The twisting continued until it churned out a man.
Visonef sat on the ground with his knees bent and his arms slightly behind his back holding his torso up off the ground. He tightened his grip on the handle of his sword to assure himself that it was still there. Standing in front of him was a six-foot-tall man with short brown hair and brown eyes. His face had no outstanding features, but his skin was a nice tanned color. He was slightly muscular and wore a red sleeveless T-shirt and black jeans and tennis shoes. His clothes had absolutely no slack or looseness anywhere. This factor was so prominent that V was convinced that the unarmed man was also not concealing any weapons on him. After all, where would he hide them?
The twisting and distorting eventually stopped and reality and physics became consistent again.
Zaidon held his hands up in front of him with his palms facing Visonef and slid his right foot back a little for balance.
<Did slicing those strange artifacts warp me here? Or did this unknown man bring me here by some means?>
Visonef didn’t care. He was mad. His target got away along with the fortune attached to him, and he was thrown to some weird place. All he wanted to do now is kill something. Fortunately, there was a ‘volunteer’ nearby…
OOC: A’ight. Here we go. I suggest short posts containing single attacks at first. Once we start to get a feel of each other’s characters, then we start the big rippin’.
OOC: Is it just me, or is the second post of a battle really hard?
Visonef walked down the street and saw a police barricade in front of the London museum. He heard an explosion come from inside the building as a man walked out the front door onto the porch. He was dressed like a street magician. In his left hand, he was holding a green rectangular artifact, like a brick made of emerald. The officers pointed guns at him.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air and come down slowly!”
The man held up both hands. In his right hand, he was holding what looked like a stage prop; a simple eight-inch black wand with white tips. He twirled it around his fingers before pointing at a buggy coming down the street.
“Abra cadabra!” He yelled in a Scottish accent.
The back end of the buggy exploded in a fireball, sending the driver flying. The panicked horses ran down the street, trampling the constables who could not dive out of the way fast enough. Those who dove were showered with debris.
“That’s the magic of Todd Merlin!” he yelled running towards a barber shop.
<Todd Merlin?>
Visonef recognized the alias as a man with a price on his head. In fact, no one in Europe had a price on his head without Visonef knowing it. He would have ignored it, being that he does not usually hunt for bounties, but Merlin, he knew, had quite a fortune placed on his capture. Such an amount could possibly buy an aero plane. Best of all, it was his favourite kind of bounty: dead or alive.
“Wit’ the Jade Prism, Ay’ll be nigh unstoppable!” Merlin boasted as he ran to an imported Ford Model T and hopped over the driver’s door onto the front bench.
V pulled his sword out of his bag and took off running.
A well-dressed man with half his hair cut ran out of the barber shop with his fist in the air.
“Help! A thief is stealing my motorcar!”
But as he reached the driver door, Merlin swung it open, smashing it into the rich man’s chest. He fell backwards onto the sidewalk wheezing in pain.
“HA! Me luck ne’er strikes out! An automobile fer me t’ go along wit’ me Jade Prism, too!”
He pushed a button on the dashboard labeled “START” and the engine coughed, sputtered, and turned over. Merlin drove away, steering with his right hand, in which he also held his wand, and with his left hand he held the Jade Prism in front of his face turning it and inspecting it.
“And t’ think a yeer ago, Aye did n’t b’leeve in no magic powers! ‘s soon ‘s Aye figger out what thyis Jade Prism c’n do, I’ll ‘ave another weapon that no one b’leeves is magic!”
Merlin rounded a corner. In the windshield, he saw the reflection of Visonef climbing over the rear of the car onto the back bench. This was alarming enough, but he was even more alarmed when he saw the sword V was holding. He stood up and spun around to face V, trying to hold the Jade Prism in one hand and steer with the other.
“What ‘ya think yare do’n’?!” yelled the Scottish magician before V swung(horizontally) his sword at him. He ducked out of the way and pointed the wand at him.
“Alakazam!”
From a point in the air one inch from the tip of the wand, a stream of pigeon feathers suddenly appeared and sprayed V in the face, sticking to it obstructing his vision. While he wiped them off with the nub that would have been a left hand, Merlin set the Jade Prism down and pulled out a revolver. V kicked the gun out of his hand and swung again, but Merlin yanked the steering wheel and the car swerved, throwing him off balance. The Scotsman twirled the magic wand once around his finger before declaring his victory.
“Yer finished! Hocus Poc—“
The car smashed into a lamppost and the momentum flung Merlin into the windshield before he could pull his little trick. Visonef took this opportunity to swing his sword again. The crash, however, had made the Jade Prism ricochet off the dashboard, then the windshield and back into the car. It flew right into the tip of V’s sword. The artifact twisted and contorted before imploding. Time itself seemed to be interrupted and reality convulsed, twisting all nearby objects and people into a wavy, distorted mess as though it were viewed through a wave of heat.
“What have you done?! You kasfvb eywovb lvbhdfsa…”
Through the distortion, V saw Merlin waving his magic wand and reflexively slashed it as well. As it snapped and crushed itself, everything in Visonef’s vision swirled like a hypnotic tie-dye shirt. Merlin, the car, and England twisted away into the distance.
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Zaidon and Pythos stepped out of the dimensional door onto a field. Pythos pressed a button on his remote, closing the doorway, and put the remote into Cosmos Bag on his hip. Although the remote was actually larger than the pouch, it disappeared into the vast subspace of the bag. Zaidon looked around and found himself on a grass plain that extended past his vision in all directions. It was clearly improbable that a lawn of such size was humanly manageable, yet the grass was consistently one foot high throughout its entirety.“Wow.” Zaidon took in the scenery. It was the first time he had ever stepped through a portal, and was shocked that he could one moment be standing in a room in a building on a vegetation-free moon and the next be in a grass field. “Do you have any idea where we are?”
“Are you kidding?” Pythos responded, “I don’t even know when we are! I’m just wondering why there‘re no landmarks or people anywhere… How am I supposed to find out where and when this is if there’s no people or ruins? I don’t see any evidence of life aside from this grass, which is perfectly healthy and the same height everywhere.”
“Uh… Pythos? There’s something coming toward us.”
Pythos looked into the sky at a flaming U.F.O. ripping through the sky towards the ground.
“Looks like a meteoroid. It’s gonna land about 500 yards from us.” Pythos squinted and peered at the falling object until it was no longer ‘unidentified’. “Wait! That’s not a meteoroid, that’s a spaceship! And it’s gonna touch down hard!”
It smashed into the ground causing a light quake.
“Hey, it didn’t explode.” Zaidon observed.
“They might need help!” Pythos took off for the wreckage, zipping across the grass with his magic boots while Zaidon ran behind him. Pythos was much faster, however, and they were soon separated…
Zaidon stopped as he noticed a section of the grass in front of him distorted and twisting. The twisting continued until it churned out a man.
Visonef sat on the ground with his knees bent and his arms slightly behind his back holding his torso up off the ground. He tightened his grip on the handle of his sword to assure himself that it was still there. Standing in front of him was a six-foot-tall man with short brown hair and brown eyes. His face had no outstanding features, but his skin was a nice tanned color. He was slightly muscular and wore a red sleeveless T-shirt and black jeans and tennis shoes. His clothes had absolutely no slack or looseness anywhere. This factor was so prominent that V was convinced that the unarmed man was also not concealing any weapons on him. After all, where would he hide them?
The twisting and distorting eventually stopped and reality and physics became consistent again.
Zaidon held his hands up in front of him with his palms facing Visonef and slid his right foot back a little for balance.
<Did slicing those strange artifacts warp me here? Or did this unknown man bring me here by some means?>
Visonef didn’t care. He was mad. His target got away along with the fortune attached to him, and he was thrown to some weird place. All he wanted to do now is kill something. Fortunately, there was a ‘volunteer’ nearby…
OOC: A’ight. Here we go. I suggest short posts containing single attacks at first. Once we start to get a feel of each other’s characters, then we start the big rippin’.
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I apologize. A tough run of luck over the last few days has turned my attention away from this, but I have a ****load of free time since I'll be taking a break from school and the like for the next four days. I'm going to try to kick myself in the ass, seek some inspiration, and catch up on all the **** I need to get done, including this.
Seriously, man, I know I must look like a lazy ******* (and to be honest that's probably part of the problem), but I'm not without hope. :p
Seriously, man, I know I must look like a lazy ******* (and to be honest that's probably part of the problem), but I'm not without hope. :p