I challenge Neo.

[give me food]

OoC:

Since I have no idea what your character actually looks like, I'm going to improvise and take it easy; you post an introduction and I will post an attack shortly after. By the way guys; thanks for the support. XD

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The sky could barely be seen from deep inside the volcanic area; more or less, from the depths of the mount, the opening appeared nothing but a speck of light, illuminating the area as its reach danced. Neo B. Genesis walked along the rocky rims on the outer edge (the very rims that left little room for her feet to go side by side--instead, she inched along it, foot in front of foot) in soundless steps, gingerly toeing along and avoiding the various robotic creatures that fluttered about in an erotic matter, ready to strike at any given moment. There is always a fine line between bravery and stupidity, she had been taught by the deceased Hojo; and taking chances (IE wearing herself even by the slightest) was not an option. A single grain of rice can tip the scale.

What the hell was this? Neo had been lured by nothing more then the thrill of the fight; her own mindlessness and carelessness, and the will to become stronger. Or maybe fighting this person would hardly be an improvement. More or less a cinch. But the will to practice against something new had forced her to take the bait and run with it...Yet seeing the soft but powerful fighters that were much more experienced, more mature, had made her in her own right a coarse and savage warrior.

Of course, she wouldn't have it any other way.

As she drew her weapon, gleaming onto the hard dirt walls taking upon the form of a metal kendo stick (more or less baton) endorsed by her own skill, she took another few steps forward, allowing the feel of holding the hard metal blade to drift through her palm and give her a new sense of encourangement. The steam had forced some foggy condensation onto the steel, which she wiped off neatly with the sleeve of her gi. Moving it slowly to the left, she glanced at her own reflection in the mirror-like metal, tilting it from side to side to glance at her face up and down, and then set it to her side, loathing the wait. As if reacting to the movement, the metal made a content ringing sound. As if to suit her own form, the ledges appeared to grow somewhat thicker; some pieces of dirt falling into the lava.

Neo could finally put her feet together, but instead, she chose to sit in a splay-legged manner, setting the baton a little ways away from her own form. Her right hand rested on the ground face-up, fingers crooked and sometimes twitching against the hot air yet barely sweating, creating small nets of wind where they wound; her left hand was spread across the volcano wall and creating a gloved imprint. She smiled slightly, her emerald eyes twitching and half-closed almost as if they were tired (yet probably nothing more), and the few bits of dirt overshadowed by their larger, upper counterpart ledges and creating ominous shadows even felt like a pink fluffy bunny. Because she wasn't afraid of the darkness.

Be cool, be calm--the very basis upon she had trained her stony, dull eyes held no plus or minus for her opponents; of course they could be confused, or puzzled by this mirthless Poker Face. Outside of combat, she was quiet, somewhat insane, aggressive, and calm. And in the heat of battle, she was altogether collected--like a fire, burning quietly in preparation for harm. Fire was at home in this volcanic tube, holding the metal of the robots shining like platinum under the sun unaffected by the heat. Fire, and darkness: both wielded no surprise or ambush for the warrior.

The silence whisked itself past her ears, boring her and deafening her with every moment. Yet for some reason, her patience was more then little at this point, and her slightly handicapped vision blurred the sight of the ash and giving her a headache. The fumes. Damn fumes. She inhaled deeply, allowing her quick-working system to befit the situation. She couldn't compensate for her poor eyesight; only with condensed hearing could she keep moving. Keep moving; that's how she solved problems.

Her grace was liquified, yet roughened with years of turmoil; the linear movements of the Kenjutsu or Kendo's periodic swordplay movements were much too monotonous, and she invented her own style: one with no basic background, no rules. It was basically her--searching for a movement, dodging with style...and with this style, even without basic movements, no pattern...she was nearly unbeatable. Well, most of the time. Neo thrust her hand out slowly and towards the stick, grasping it gently and softly into her palm, her nails digging slightly ino the soil. She lifted her palm up vertically, allowing the dry earth to fall off her fingers and back to the terrain from whence it came...

Neo's thin, pressed lips slowly curled upwards into a soft smile, holding the stick at arm's length and staring at it as she still sat. Well, whaddaya say? she mouthed and thought silently, as if the baton was an old friend. Almost as it it really could speak, and exist, it hummed quietly; yet, she was rather attached to it, and stared at it with a gentle beam. ...old friend... She placed her other hand on the ground and began to stand up slowly. She tied her hair loosely and placed her hand on the wall for suppport. ...yeah.

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OoC: x_X DAMN THAT WAS SHORT AS HELL. Only 9 paragraphs? I'm gonna cry .__.;...

[ April 19, 2003, 02:49 PM: Message edited by: Neo B. Genesis ]

[Dee Emm]

OMFG LOL USE TEH LIAN BSD!!!1'2q

[give me food]

...

[Greatluigi]

BSD talks big but can't deliver.

[give me food]

GL speaks the truth.

[give me food]

[ April 20, 2003, 09:21 PM: Message edited by: Joker : The Vampire Lord ]

[give me food]

o_O Hey, if you can take 5 months SO CAN I...wait...er. >>;

o_o Is it so wrong...to show a person who he's dealing with.

[give me food]

He asked for it. o-o And so far, with the statue, and the "a lot of column 4&Y@$^#^" thing, he has proved to me more then incompetent in so many ways~

[SuperMarioBro#1]

*Runs to see* Oh by the way, that rules to the Gujin (Battlefield) how to, is dead, can someone explain to me?

[Dee Emm]

Originally posted by Tain:
*prepares BSD's grave*

: repares a short Eulogy::

"BSD was a man. If he wasn't, he'd have boobs. To some he was very brave, but to most he was very foolish. I'm willing to bet on the latter. The undertaker will sadly (or gladly) take care of the remains of the service for us. If anyone has a reason these two should not be wed, speak now or forev-- oh, wrong occasion. Sorry. Now, who wants pizza?"

Whatcha' think?

[give me food]

^XD DAMN MY SHORT MINDED WAYS

[Greatluigi]

*taps fingers impatiently*