NytefallAh... okay. So you're ending the conversation, does that mean you just don't want me in your RP? Fair enough I suppose, I'll remove my posts and move on, that's a couple hours of my life researching the setting and creating a character I'm not getting back but nevermind.
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Higan’s Mech might have been in trouble if its hands were made of flesh and bone and connected to a nervous system, but so long as it were operable it had no reason to stop its grab. The blade slashed into the heavy metallic plating surrounding its ‘fingers’ and cut deep, but it was a futile effort as the Mech wasn’t going to jerk back and stop its grab just because it had been injured, that wasn’t what machines do. Instead it continued to force its way through, easily overpowering the smaller man and taking advantage of his precarious position clinging to the Mech with one free hand. It was just going to grab him across his left side now though as his arm was up in the air and unavailable, and because he had attempted a haphazard attack there was no time to jump off like he should have done in the first place.
When the Mech caught him it would crunch down and grip hard, easily lifting his weight with a single hand, prepared for the coup de grace.
When the Mech caught him it would crunch down and grip hard, easily lifting his weight with a single hand, prepared for the coup de grace.
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Ironic how most of Britain is inhabited by foreign blood lines. :K
Neh, I'd disagree really, most British people have been here for a very long time now, for at least a thousand years there hasn't been a significant take-over of any kind, save for immigration in recent years.
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Interested, I like how it doesn't seem to be a completely sandbox Superhuman RP. Sandbox literally never works.
Kind of, my ancestors probably killed the Britons, but nevermind.
Yeah opening is up, feel free to dance around the Colosseum and enjoy your entrance, we'll end up in the middle about twenty feet apart at the start.
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"After his short absence, re-welcome Brennus the mighty hero of the Iceni, The Prince of Britannia!" Septimus played up to the crowd with practised ease.
The crowd roared in welcome, always ready to accept back into their arms a valiant winner, so different to their response to one who had lost their last fight, how fickle the crowd could be. Brennus loved them for it.
The Briton charged into the Arena, spraying sand up into the air as he raised both spear and shield, the Celtic longsword at his hip as was his habit. His visage was very cultural on this particular day, his hair spiked up and dyed white-blonde as per usual, with blue-woad paint adorning his body in spirals and natural patterns with only his normal trousers for clothing. His still relatively pale body at odds with that of his opponent, by all accounts they were from the far extremes of the known world, all the better for the crowd as it was one of those special fights, an encounter that would never exist in the outside world. Such was the majesty of Rome! It could bring two nations together and have them fight for the mob's amusement! Such glory was to be had in the arena this day.
"And a warm welcome to his unusual opponent, a dark woman from the sandy shores of Afrika! Kathleen the Black Lioness!" At the announcement that he would be facing a woman, Brennus frowned, though he hadn't understood much else that was said woman was a word that came up often in the Ludi Gladiatorium. The crowd however were excited and confused in equal measure, and let that nervous energy loose in a mighty roar at the entrance of his opponent.
"After his short absence, re-welcome Brennus the mighty hero of the Iceni, The Prince of Britannia!" Septimus played up to the crowd with practised ease.
The crowd roared in welcome, always ready to accept back into their arms a valiant winner, so different to their response to one who had lost their last fight, how fickle the crowd could be. Brennus loved them for it.
The Briton charged into the Arena, spraying sand up into the air as he raised both spear and shield, the Celtic longsword at his hip as was his habit. His visage was very cultural on this particular day, his hair spiked up and dyed white-blonde as per usual, with blue-woad paint adorning his body in spirals and natural patterns with only his normal trousers for clothing. His still relatively pale body at odds with that of his opponent, by all accounts they were from the far extremes of the known world, all the better for the crowd as it was one of those special fights, an encounter that would never exist in the outside world. Such was the majesty of Rome! It could bring two nations together and have them fight for the mob's amusement! Such glory was to be had in the arena this day.
"And a warm welcome to his unusual opponent, a dark woman from the sandy shores of Afrika! Kathleen the Black Lioness!" At the announcement that he would be facing a woman, Brennus frowned, though he hadn't understood much else that was said woman was a word that came up often in the Ludi Gladiatorium. The crowd however were excited and confused in equal measure, and let that nervous energy loose in a mighty roar at the entrance of his opponent.
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