Donovan Siroaki
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The Card-Carrying Misanthrope
Nothing is a gamble is the outcome is clear.
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Post by Donovan Siroaki on May 6, 2009 16:20:03 GMT -5
As the battle between Kouji and Zeke started, Donovan surreptitiously snuck his player pin from his pocket into his hand. Hoping that it would still work in this new world, he concentrated on Kouji in hope he could sense his surface thoughts and get a better idea of what his intentions were now that his attention was focused elsewhere.
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Post by Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami on May 6, 2009 16:57:47 GMT -5
Kouji's mind was filled with thoughts, but on the surface he was completely focused on the battle as he charged the other. He was planning for contingencies, examining Zeke's stance and drawing information from it. Beneath that, though, badly hidden, was the memory from earlier. Through Kouji's eyes, Donovan could watch as the boy entered the shop, talked with the receptionist, recieved the mail that would change his life.
Would you like to find your destiny? Y/N
On the same level as the memory, Kouji's thoughts were ablur with questions. What did the Prophet want? Why had they summoned him again? What could he do now? How could he protect Kouichi, here as well, now that he knew?
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on May 7, 2009 1:52:09 GMT -5
Zeke kept his stance light, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet in case he needed to dodge quickly. He figured that Kouji would fight up close, as opposed to using spells or ranged attacks. Sure enough with staff at the ready he charged in swinging towards Zeke, the moved just missing as Zeke bounced away a couple feet to the right. His brush took the opposite route, rushing forward attempting to land an overhead blow on Kouji's open flank.
As the brush twisted in the air the inky energy flowed out with a quick flick. Using his psyche the shape sprung into life as an arrow with its tip corked. The arrow hung in the air directly behind the brush as it neared its target, waiting for an opening to fly forward.
Calm, remember to be calm. With the battle only starting Zeke was trying his best to take it easy, hoping the sparring session would allow him the chance to work on his concentration.
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Donovan Siroaki
Junior Member
The Card-Carrying Misanthrope
Nothing is a gamble is the outcome is clear.
Posts: 94
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Post by Donovan Siroaki on May 7, 2009 14:23:21 GMT -5
The jumble of question that swam around within Kouji's mind were mostly useless, merely the contemplation of certain aspect of his current state of being. The only things that stood out to Donovan were the passing notion of some prophet and this Kouichi person that he wanted to protect. The prophet that Kouji had thought about was useful, as they could help Donovan and Zeke get a better handle on things in this world, all they had to do was find out where he or she resided. As for Kouji and his connection to this Kouichi person, it kind of hit home for Donovan as he was in a similar situation with Zeke. He could relate to the boy a little bit which made him consider trusting Kouji, but he was still unsure of his connection with everything else here, most importantly, his alignment with either the Sumata or the Heroes.
Having tried his player pin and only got a few tidbits of info, Donovan put it away, pulling a cigarette out of the same pocket he put the pin back into so as to avoid any suspicion on Kouji's part. Lighting the cigarette, his attention now focused on the fight between Zeke and Kouji, once again hoping to glean some information about Kouji and Zeke, though for different reasons respectively.
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Post by Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami on May 7, 2009 14:42:52 GMT -5
As Zeke stepped backward, Kouji found his attention divided between the boy and the brush. He noticed, almost too late, that the brush was doing something off of his unprotected flank, and he turned, barely deflecting the arrow off of his staff. He stepped backward, so he could keep both master and weapon in sight.
"Nice trick," he complimented.
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on May 7, 2009 15:40:30 GMT -5
"Heh he, thanks." Zeke closed his eyes for a moment and let out an embarrassed smile Kouji's way. "Alright, lets see if you like this one!" Retracting his brush back by his side, it once again lashed out in a frenzied dance on three axises as it came towards Kouji. At almost random points in its travels a small point of energy was left behind, hanging in the air for a moment before turning into a rubber ball. As the brush came once more for Kouji in an overhead swing, the 8 balls Zeke brought to life fired forward at his general direction.
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Post by Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami on May 8, 2009 13:57:28 GMT -5
Kouji had faced attacks like that before, and knew that they would be quite deadly if they'd been actual energy as he was sure the armless artist was capable of creating. He raised his staff to block the overhead strike and frolled under the attacking balls, headign straight for Zeke with an attack. At the last moment, he changed his attack's direction, hoping to catch Zeke off-guard.
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on May 9, 2009 1:33:46 GMT -5
Kouji's quick reflexes and movements led him past the guard of Zeke's brush and straight for the undefended artist. Again he kept light on his feet, hoping to dash out of the way long enough for a counter attack from his brush. He saw the way Kouji pulled his staff back ready to swing. Right! Zeke put his weight on his back foot ready to leap left only to get thrown off as Kouji changed direction mid-swing. Zeke bent backwards, managing to barely dodge the swing by a hair's length. Unfortunately the shift of weight, plus the lack of arms to counter-balance his dodge left him to fall backwards, his body prone against the dirt and grass. His mind raced in panic as he found himself at a disadvantage.
Crap crap crap! Think, ummm... distraction! Zeke's brush flew skyward, dancing along as each twist left a splash in the night sky of his psyche's power. A trail of corked arrows formed, each one launching in Kouji and Zeke's general direction. Finishing the last one the brush tried to drop quickly, hoping to get between Zeke and Kouji as the volley of projectiles decended.
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Post by Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami on May 9, 2009 18:21:37 GMT -5
The arrows did what they were intended to and forced Kouji to dodge backward, allowing Zeke's brush to get between him and the artist once again. He smirked - Zeke was skilled and could think on the fly. He wondered how long Zeke had been fighting like this, and whaat his story was.
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on May 12, 2009 1:59:03 GMT -5
Zeke twisted his body, shifting his weight off to one side, then heaving his legs over his head. The process righted him back onto his knees in one fluid motion, thanks to countless practise against the Noise.
His breathing a little stilted, Zeke grunted as he stood on his feet. Zeke regretted not being in better shape before he had been involved in the game. Months of instant ramen and snacks had done little for his endurance and vigor, though the week's worth of intense battle had improved his physical condition. Realizing that Kouji was too fast to handle without going hand to hand, Zeke brought the brush back and let it perform a torrent of movements around his arms. Zeke's epiphony that he could connect his drawings to himself had given him an idea. Letting the sketches snap into reality, a pair of metal cylinders dropped lifelessly beside him, connecting at the shoulder.
Two feet long, the cylinders were connected by valves and hydrolic fuel pipes, enough for one use. Sweet. He grinned for a moment at his newest weapon. Unfortunately for Zeke, he hadn't taken into account the some 200 pounds he had just afixed to his body. The sheer mass caused him to fall to his knees instantly, bracing himself on the ends of the two cylinders.
Uh oh. It was all he could think in that moment.
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Post by Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami on May 12, 2009 15:06:35 GMT -5
"Forgot the laws of physics," Kouji pointed out needlessly, attempting to snap a kick at Zeke's face. "Doesn't matter whether you created them - if you can't hold their weight, down you go."
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on May 12, 2009 15:54:17 GMT -5
Zeke's brain flaired with erratic thoughts as Kouji neared with his attack. The weight would take too long to disipate, and he'd still be left on his knees open to the attack. Without really thinking Zeke released the hydrolic fluid, letting the pistons fire outward. The thousands of pounds of force generated caused Zeke to fire up in the air, narrowly dodging the kick.
Zeke let the cylinders vanish quickly so the weight didn't drop him back to earth like a lead weight. Okay, so now I'm in the air gotta time this just right. Letting his brush fly up to meet him in the air, he waited until he had reached the very appex of his ascent before painting on himself once more. From his back the ink poured out to create a pair of hang glider wings. Letting them form, Zeke kept his body rigid, like he'd seen done on an extreme sports program he saw once. In the brief moment of flight, he forgot the battle waiting for him down below as he became mesmorized by the beauty of the distant lands. Seeing the rolling flames, the majestic forests and the vast mountains that made up some of the other kingdoms relaxed him, taking the mental strain off of him for that one moment.
Right, sparring and stuff. Sightseeing later. Snapping back to the task at hand Zeke began his descent, trying to keep Kouji busy with falling rocks and objects he created till he could land.
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Post by Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami on May 12, 2009 15:58:03 GMT -5
Kouji smirked, then leaped into action as debris starting falling toward him. What he couldn't dodge, he knocked aside.
I'm glad I kept up with my kendo training, even after comign back last time.
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on May 12, 2009 16:45:23 GMT -5
Zeke was able to decently pilot the glider in a spiral pattern down to the ground, though the touchdown caused him to stumble and almost fall. Turning to Kouji, he adopted his stance once more, though his footing was a little weak from the onset of fatique he was feeling.
"Well, don't know about you. You wanna keep going?" Zeke kept his bright smile plastered on his face, trying his best to hide how tired he was feeling from his psyche's power and the physical exertion.
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Post by Kouji - Hikari no Shiro Okami on May 12, 2009 18:51:07 GMT -5
Kouji wasn't fooled by Zeke's attempt to hide his exertion.
"You look tired. You sure you're up for more training?"
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