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Call me Doc. I'm open to just about every form of roleplay at any time, so if you want to have some fun just toss a P.M my way.

I do prefer RM, URM, or low tier fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand and swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match just any old time!

Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991

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@Metal Tortoise

Tom's spells can't be redirected or otherwise influenced by energy. It's one of their specified capabilities.
@Metal Tortoise

The problem was that Steer had to say what he was going to do before he did it. If he wanted to change his mind and do something else, he also had to say so. If Steer wanted to avoid Tom's next spell, he had to narrate it, but he had already begun narrating a chi thrust. It seemed that Steer was opting to try and beat Tom to the punch, so to speak, trying to ignore whatever else came his way. The narration spell had entirely changed the flow of the fight though, and Steer's previous strategy wasn't going to be as effective now. Even if he could talk as fast as Tom, that didn't make the curse a positive by any means. It was still very bad news. By the time Steer had gotten past the word 'movements', Tom's first spell would have been fired and its speed was incomparable to anything Tom had used before. As a general rule, the stronger one of Tom's spells was, the slower it traveled. Weak spells were crazy fast. Thing was, sometimes weak spells worked with strong spells to produce dramatically enhanced effects. 'Dirtlingus Shoutloudius' was as fast as a bullet, and for good reason. It forced the opponent to bellow out their dirtiest secret immediately, and again every two minutes.

Of course, with all this yelling and narrating, Tom's mouth was bound to be loaded with Mr. Horse's bloody poop. The spells all stacked in their little ways. One wasn't so bad, but the effects all benefited from each other in one way or another. Even large animals can fall if enough mosquitos bite.

If Steer was hit by the wickedly fast spell, he'd suddenly be interrupted from his narrated action and be forced to yell his deepest, darkest secret at the top of his voice. During that brief fiasco he'd be unable to narrate, and as such would have no way to defend himself from the next two spells in line or to try and hit Tom in the jaw, which also wasn't very likely. After all, Tom would wind up knowing Steer's attack before it came, and could almost certainly inflict yet another status effect before it touched him.

'Nudesweeta Bareassium', as fast as an arrow, would dissipate all of Steer's clothing and envelope him in a sticky mist of honey. 'Sexchangium Laughardiculum', the speed of a small thrown object, would transmute Steer into the opposite gender. The result in total? A naked, sticky, shit-stained girl blurting out horrible things as a floating cartoon horse voided its bowels over her head.


@Metal Tortoise

Ah, the number one way to deal with wizards. Smack away their staves and hands, and by proxy their spells. A tried and true technique, no doubt about it. It didn't work on Tom like Steer had expected, though. Steer succeeded in smacking away the retreating Tom's hand, but the spell didn't follow. Instead the white ball of light remained where it had materialized, Tom freezing the spell in place between them so that Steer's momentum would carry his sizable mass into it as he gave close chase. The effect of this spell was simple but diabolical. Steer had to narrate every thing he did before he did it, in a booming voice that appealed to the audience. He'd be given the instinctive knowledge that he had to do this. If this forced Steer to pause and declare how he'd continue to approach and attack Tom, then a split second later Tom, who had bumped into the edge of the stable, finally let loose with all he had. He chambered his elbows and began spawning spells from his fingers at Steer, dual shooting from the hips. He could talk at least two and a half times faster than Steer..

"Dirtlingusshoutloudiunudesweetabareassumssacechangiumlaughardiculum!"

@Metal Tortoise

Mr. Horse would keep perfect pace with Steer, though the tile would be avoided just in the nick of time. Mr. Horse was in a magically set position in relation to Steer, a companion that couldn't be escaped. Lots of that poopy would likely run into Steer's eyes as well, adding to his already near-sighted vision.

Steer had made the right kind of choice. Tom's magic was nasty, but for the most part if you had guts, you could wade on through and keep pounding. Most of the threat was psychological, a magic meant to tear down self esteem. If you didn't give a crap about crap, you stood a much better chance. Tom hadn't been expecting Steer's speed boost, a feat from outside his realm of experience. He could only dip down and tuck in his right elbow to try and absorb the brunt of the punch with his arm, no thought in his head telling him to try and throw a punch back. It hurt too bad. The moment it hit him, he knew on the spot that he couldn't keep this up for long. This fat kid was better trained and much stronger. That punch was the kind you'd expect to leave a welt the size of a golfball behind, and no doubt it would. The pain came fast and hard, and Tom staggered towards the nearby fenced out crowd, agony casting white sparks in his brain as he rapidly whispered out yet another spell, unable to loudly enunciate from the radiating pain in his various wounds. It pelted out from his right hand towards the encroaching Steer's gut.


"Narratium Expositorium..."
@Metal Tortoise

Tom patiently watched Steer edge closer, still vibing harsh. He remained unmoving until Steer threw his light hook, whereupon the spell flashed towards Steer's torso from less than two feet away with with instant acceleration, reaching the immediate velocity of an arrow fired from a longbow. As this occurred Tom kicked backwards, sliding out of Steer's reach and hurling forth another spell from his left hand, aiming again at Steer's chest.

"Slipsoapia Faceplantium!"

Were 'Charactero Dangledoodius' to hit, Mr. Horse from the Ren & Stimpy Show would materialize with his hairy animal ass only a foot above Steer's head, suspended in the air as if free from gravity. Wherever Steer moved, Mr. Horse would remain overhead.



"No sir! I don't like it-AAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!"

Provided the initial spell resolved as intended, Mr. Horse would be interrupted as blood and shit began gushing out of his anus in great steaming quantities. There was literally no end to the vile dysentery, an endless flow of watery crimson-flecked feces threatening to wash Steer's face and drench his clothes with in spicy spurts of grundle juice. He'd be more than likely to take some in the mouth if he opened it.

As for the second spell, it only flew as fast as a small object thrown by a child. Steer might have been too distracted by Mr. Horse though, and if it touched him he'd find himself standing atop a 5x5 foot marble tile slick with lube. The result? Steer potentially slipping. Worst case scenario, he'd be wallowing in liters of horse crap, continually scrambling to try and get back to his feet without slipping again. Were this the case, Tom would only stand a safe distance away, soberly offering Steer as much time as he needed to gather himself.
@Metal Tortoise

Vunterful.
Steer will probably be Flaxen Level, unless you reckon he can stand up to guns.

@Xavier Bloodbayne

Accepted!
@Xavier Bloodbayne

Ah, I'm such a dumbass. Here's the permalink.

discord.gg/rUR8pe5
@Xavier Bloodbayne

Sure thing man. And again, I'd highly suggest joining our Discord.
@Metal Tortoise

Tom nodded slowly, his expression grave. He looked like an Arkansas father who had no choice but to shoot and bury his son's rabid dog. He opened his extended left hand, palm facing the sky.

"I'll try not to stray from that show, but don't hold me to it. I wind up with Scrooge Mcduck more often than I'd like to admit. As for the win condition... Submission seems proper. I reckon you'll understand why, seein' as you're a quick learner. Kindly make the first move. I prefer using this in the heat of the moment. Charactero Dangledoodius."

A white light spanned the breadth of Tom's caged fingers, congealing into a faintly humming orb, its reflection glittering coldly in his sunglasses. Something about the presentation of this particular spell seemed to single it out as something particularly nasty, even compared to Tom's threat to turn the crowd into transvestites. It likely wasn't even remotely lethal, taking into account the indirect nature of Tom's magic, but that didn't mean it would be fun to experience this so-called 'Charactero Dangledoodius'.


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