I will be more than happy to get the next post, though when I'll post it is another matter as I am currently having internet issues (the router is not allowing any computer to have internet access at all throughout the day).
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Ixion was still pain-ridden from the fall. He knew that him being pinned down was not going to help out much. If it wasn't for the fact the vampire was in the middle of an attack, he would have thought about teleporting shortly after the attack. He thought about it. If the knife got to the Fixer before the man had, he would probably roll away from the danger. He was definitely done with this fight as his body, nevermind the armour that covered it, was spent due to the damage. Fighting up close was something that he needed to work on. The only thing he knew was taking out easy targets quickly, especially people who are unable to keep up with his mental agility and speed. He never expected to be outclassed by someone who was similar in every way like the Fixer. The assassin had the idea that his thought process was the only thing that stripped The Fixer of his only advantage, but that wasn't going to help if the Fixer was vastly superior in one on one combat than he was.
Just as his lack of ability to fighting was apparent beforehand, he felt the pressure increase on his right wrist as the Fixer kicked off to avoid his attack. He felt the tremor on the ground, though whether that was from the Fixer balancing there or something else. He also heard the crack, causing him to flinch. And just like that, the Fixer disappeared. The assassin felt the weight of his opponent disappear completely. That meant only one thing: The Fixer had teleported away from the fight. This was confirmed when the vampire crashed into the ground the other side of him, followed by a clatter of some sort of weapon. Was his opponent's objective done? Absolutely. The penin would likely suspect him as the killer, not the assassin. As that objective was completed, teleporting away would be a logical idea to get away from the area without killing everyone involved, revealing that the Fixer also asked the Grand Master for teleportation.
It was then that Ixion decided to get himself off of the ground. His arms trembled from the weakness that he was experiencing, the damage to his body apparent to the other two. He looked to the right and noticed the hole in the ground. It was then he realized that if it wasn't for the fact that the Grand Master made him untouchable to the Fixer, he would be another casualty on these streets. There was more anger than fear that was inside of him as a result. The Fixer may have signed a contract with the Ancient One, he thought, both of his hands clenching at the thought. I need to get better. He may have gotten the best of me, but he will not escape me the next time. Unconsciously, he muttered under his breath. “And that is a promise I will keep.”
Once he tentatively gotten onto his knees, he examined the area. He first saw the vampire was still in his combative stance. And why not? The trio's main focus is now gone. Would this temporary alliance crumble? Somehow, inside of the assassin's gut, he thought that this was only the beginning of this small group. Despite every opportunity that there was, the vampire still hadn't launched an attack against him yet, despite Ixion acting against him at some parts of the two fights that had occurred. No, he was someone that he could trust, especially as they are capable of the feats that he had seen before. As for the penin? The assassin definitely had to admit now that he was antagonistic in the past towards him, while he was still under someone else's contract, still needs to be concluded and to determine who had poisoned him earlier. At least he needed to make amends to that rocky first introduction to make sure that the penin had decided to not attack him.
”So assassin, what's this all about?”
The assassin looked up at the penin, clearly seeing the annoyance on his face. He clearly was annoyed at the circumstances that he was in now, also considering the events that happened before Ixion was brought to the Church of Reina. Well, what was the assassin going to say to answer that question: Would he blow the entire cover that The Fixer had made to make sure that they were innocent? Would he lie and keep it? He thought about it for the seconds he took to get up. He was in agony for the duration on getting back onto his feet. Once he was up, he finally got the chance to remove the breastplate, damaged from the fight. He looked down at it, seeing that it was beyond useless now and discarded it, throwing it down an alleyway. “The Blue tool of the duke,” he rasped, his eyes now trained onto the penin while pointing at her body. “She confronted me about the possibility of me being the Fixer. I had tried to clear my name, but then real The Fixer, the person who we were fighting, appeared. We both fought him to the best of our abilities, but it wasn't enough. My... friend here, appeared just as The Fixer had struck her down and started to help me out. That was when you came. He did manage to get a hold of one of Blue's weapons, but I guess it was something that he is unable to bring with him.” Technically, he was bending the truth that it almost was a lie. Yes, Blue had confronted him and was killed by the Fixer himself, but he had to cover the vampire's inclusion in all of this. It would, hopefully, show to the vampire that he wasn't going to be hostile towards them. He then limped towards the dirge that was left behind and gingerly picked it up. “If it wasn't for you two, I would have fell to that fiend. And for that, you have my gratitude.” He examined the weapon, looking for anything that would give to the reason why the Fixer wanted it in the first place. Regardless of that, he would need to keep possession of this. If the Fixer is hunting for weapons similar to this, he would need to keep a hold of it to make sure the Fixer returns to him. And the next time they met, he'll make sure he is more ready than he is now.
Just as his lack of ability to fighting was apparent beforehand, he felt the pressure increase on his right wrist as the Fixer kicked off to avoid his attack. He felt the tremor on the ground, though whether that was from the Fixer balancing there or something else. He also heard the crack, causing him to flinch. And just like that, the Fixer disappeared. The assassin felt the weight of his opponent disappear completely. That meant only one thing: The Fixer had teleported away from the fight. This was confirmed when the vampire crashed into the ground the other side of him, followed by a clatter of some sort of weapon. Was his opponent's objective done? Absolutely. The penin would likely suspect him as the killer, not the assassin. As that objective was completed, teleporting away would be a logical idea to get away from the area without killing everyone involved, revealing that the Fixer also asked the Grand Master for teleportation.
It was then that Ixion decided to get himself off of the ground. His arms trembled from the weakness that he was experiencing, the damage to his body apparent to the other two. He looked to the right and noticed the hole in the ground. It was then he realized that if it wasn't for the fact that the Grand Master made him untouchable to the Fixer, he would be another casualty on these streets. There was more anger than fear that was inside of him as a result. The Fixer may have signed a contract with the Ancient One, he thought, both of his hands clenching at the thought. I need to get better. He may have gotten the best of me, but he will not escape me the next time. Unconsciously, he muttered under his breath. “And that is a promise I will keep.”
Once he tentatively gotten onto his knees, he examined the area. He first saw the vampire was still in his combative stance. And why not? The trio's main focus is now gone. Would this temporary alliance crumble? Somehow, inside of the assassin's gut, he thought that this was only the beginning of this small group. Despite every opportunity that there was, the vampire still hadn't launched an attack against him yet, despite Ixion acting against him at some parts of the two fights that had occurred. No, he was someone that he could trust, especially as they are capable of the feats that he had seen before. As for the penin? The assassin definitely had to admit now that he was antagonistic in the past towards him, while he was still under someone else's contract, still needs to be concluded and to determine who had poisoned him earlier. At least he needed to make amends to that rocky first introduction to make sure that the penin had decided to not attack him.
”So assassin, what's this all about?”
The assassin looked up at the penin, clearly seeing the annoyance on his face. He clearly was annoyed at the circumstances that he was in now, also considering the events that happened before Ixion was brought to the Church of Reina. Well, what was the assassin going to say to answer that question: Would he blow the entire cover that The Fixer had made to make sure that they were innocent? Would he lie and keep it? He thought about it for the seconds he took to get up. He was in agony for the duration on getting back onto his feet. Once he was up, he finally got the chance to remove the breastplate, damaged from the fight. He looked down at it, seeing that it was beyond useless now and discarded it, throwing it down an alleyway. “The Blue tool of the duke,” he rasped, his eyes now trained onto the penin while pointing at her body. “She confronted me about the possibility of me being the Fixer. I had tried to clear my name, but then real The Fixer, the person who we were fighting, appeared. We both fought him to the best of our abilities, but it wasn't enough. My... friend here, appeared just as The Fixer had struck her down and started to help me out. That was when you came. He did manage to get a hold of one of Blue's weapons, but I guess it was something that he is unable to bring with him.” Technically, he was bending the truth that it almost was a lie. Yes, Blue had confronted him and was killed by the Fixer himself, but he had to cover the vampire's inclusion in all of this. It would, hopefully, show to the vampire that he wasn't going to be hostile towards them. He then limped towards the dirge that was left behind and gingerly picked it up. “If it wasn't for you two, I would have fell to that fiend. And for that, you have my gratitude.” He examined the weapon, looking for anything that would give to the reason why the Fixer wanted it in the first place. Regardless of that, he would need to keep possession of this. If the Fixer is hunting for weapons similar to this, he would need to keep a hold of it to make sure the Fixer returns to him. And the next time they met, he'll make sure he is more ready than he is now.
Ok, that sounds good to me, guys :)
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I started a post, though my job has made me busy. I could do with some more input, but I can finish it off and post it.
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After some consideration, a standalone journalist wouldn't fit into story itself. As mentioned, if the journalist is a player as well and works for a magazine for an exclusive, then I wouldn't mind that.
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I'm interested. And I am most interested in being a journalist. Is this possible?
If the character is a player, then I wouldn't mind that at all. If it is just a standalone journalist, then I'll need to think about it.
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Cool, guys. Just need to wait for more interests before I can think about posting the RP :)
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You can be an organizer or a participant in the RP.
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In the year 2030, the idea of virtual reality, once started by Oculus with the Oculus Rift, exploded into life. While the immersion that the Rift had on people was breath-taking, the limitations of just using the sight as a form of immersion became apparent. It was a limitation that was removed by the company Virtueye. It was through crowd-funding websites that they were able to produce the Obsidian Glass, a virtual reality suite that places the game into the neurones in a human body with the use of electrical notes placed onto the skin. The ability to breath in the game had skyrocketed the then-unknown gaming company into the forefront of the gaming companies. While this fame reached a peak after initial release, due to the technology being innovative, it wasn't until Activision had created the next Call of Duty game for the suite that propelled the suite and Virtueye as the only games 'console' to have in the home.
One year after the release of Tzvelhevo Calling, a group of tournament organisers had decided to form an official tournament based on the multi-award winning game. 200 players who have at one point played the game are invited to the tournament, hosted in Tokyo, Japan. All the invites have been accepted and all players are willing to play in the tournament. The prize for winning the tournament? $1 million that is shared with individual prizes that the invite has said 'only mentioned in the tournament'.
Outside forces, however, are bent on disrupting the tournament. The tournament, players and organisers in tow, will turn from a tournament of riches to a fight for their survivals.
So, are you ready?
Will you face the Virtual Calamity?
This is an old RP of mine. I had originally created it as a Science Fantasy, though it had a plot that was made up as I went along. Fast forward it 5 years, with the improvement in my writing and GMing capabilities, I had decided to revisit some of my old RPs, destroying some of them and rebuilt them into a completely new RP. Now, this RP is a Modern/Slightly Futuristic RP where gaming is centered on the virtual reality concept. There will be horror and suspense elements in it.
Anyway, same as always. If you guys are interested or would like to know more, feel free to post them on this thread.
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One year after the release of Tzvelhevo Calling, a group of tournament organisers had decided to form an official tournament based on the multi-award winning game. 200 players who have at one point played the game are invited to the tournament, hosted in Tokyo, Japan. All the invites have been accepted and all players are willing to play in the tournament. The prize for winning the tournament? $1 million that is shared with individual prizes that the invite has said 'only mentioned in the tournament'.
Outside forces, however, are bent on disrupting the tournament. The tournament, players and organisers in tow, will turn from a tournament of riches to a fight for their survivals.
So, are you ready?
Will you face the Virtual Calamity?
This is an old RP of mine. I had originally created it as a Science Fantasy, though it had a plot that was made up as I went along. Fast forward it 5 years, with the improvement in my writing and GMing capabilities, I had decided to revisit some of my old RPs, destroying some of them and rebuilt them into a completely new RP. Now, this RP is a Modern/Slightly Futuristic RP where gaming is centered on the virtual reality concept. There will be horror and suspense elements in it.
Anyway, same as always. If you guys are interested or would like to know more, feel free to post them on this thread.
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Throughout the entire sequence of moves that got him to the advantage that he now currently has, Ixion was already thinking on the next set of attacks. With the current kick aiming for his back, that would have been close enough for the assassin to have gained another footing on the Fixer himself and push himself off from him, finally removing the grip he had placed on the legend's wrist and forcefully removed the grip the other had on him. This would have then allowed him to grab his kusarigama or knife and followed up the attack, depending on the Fixer's actions afterwards. He didn't hide the fact that the manoeuvre had shocked the legend, probably down to the core, smirking throughout. If there was one thing that the assassin had analytically concluded, it was the truth that the Fixer had finally met someone whose thought process and reflexes were quicker than his own. If that was to be the case, then the Fixer had certainly underestimated him and he would pay the price for that.
However, in another instant, he realized that he had once again underestimated his opponent, though it was probably due to his own lack of knowledge that the Fixer was real to begin with, let alone know of his fighting style. The Fixer had stopped all of the momentum that he obtained from the push off the beam. The kick, the one he wanted to avoid in the first place, landed on his right side. The pain, similar in intensity as the one before, rushed through his body, causing another dent in his armour. Despite this, the assassin noticed one thing during the freefall. The vampire had finally acted upon the commotion that he was a participant of, charging in their direction. However, it looked like they had overestimated something and shot towards a wall. Another thing that he noticed was that the penin was also walking towards them, his staff drawn ready for combat. Finally! he thought, bearing through the pain. My chances of survival have improved.
This thought was short-lived as Ixion felt the Fixer move through the air, placing himself right behind his back, locking his right arm back. And at the rate they were falling, there wasn't enough time for him to do another teleport. Both fighters reached the ground, Ixion hitting the stone ground with the weight of both himself and the Fixer. Whatever pain he had felt from the kick before was replaced with an excruciating one as he felt some a lot of his ribs break upon impact, causing him to yell out in the pain. If there was any consolation in his mind, if the beam he pushed off from was another storey higher, he would have been killed on impact.
Despite gritting his bloodied teeth from the pain, his eyes had noticed that the vampire had pushed off from the wall and was lunging towards the pair of them. While this had meant that the vampire was ready to do whatever they were planning on doing to get the Fixer's attention and, therefore, off of him, his mind thought that the Fixer would probably notice this. Ixion had to think of a distraction long enough for his ally to help him out. The one thing he had realized that his left arm, free from any restraint, was by his side, close enough to his knives. Its do or die, he thought, feeling that his arm hadn't been too badly damaged from the fall and had recovered from the fight earlier. Without any thinking, he spat out two words to the Fixer: “Dodge this!” With fluid motion, he grabbed the knife. Then, his arm acting like a whip, he unsheathed the blade and whipped it back towards his side. The tip of the blade, hopefully, would reach its mark: the legend's left leg.
However, in another instant, he realized that he had once again underestimated his opponent, though it was probably due to his own lack of knowledge that the Fixer was real to begin with, let alone know of his fighting style. The Fixer had stopped all of the momentum that he obtained from the push off the beam. The kick, the one he wanted to avoid in the first place, landed on his right side. The pain, similar in intensity as the one before, rushed through his body, causing another dent in his armour. Despite this, the assassin noticed one thing during the freefall. The vampire had finally acted upon the commotion that he was a participant of, charging in their direction. However, it looked like they had overestimated something and shot towards a wall. Another thing that he noticed was that the penin was also walking towards them, his staff drawn ready for combat. Finally! he thought, bearing through the pain. My chances of survival have improved.
This thought was short-lived as Ixion felt the Fixer move through the air, placing himself right behind his back, locking his right arm back. And at the rate they were falling, there wasn't enough time for him to do another teleport. Both fighters reached the ground, Ixion hitting the stone ground with the weight of both himself and the Fixer. Whatever pain he had felt from the kick before was replaced with an excruciating one as he felt some a lot of his ribs break upon impact, causing him to yell out in the pain. If there was any consolation in his mind, if the beam he pushed off from was another storey higher, he would have been killed on impact.
Despite gritting his bloodied teeth from the pain, his eyes had noticed that the vampire had pushed off from the wall and was lunging towards the pair of them. While this had meant that the vampire was ready to do whatever they were planning on doing to get the Fixer's attention and, therefore, off of him, his mind thought that the Fixer would probably notice this. Ixion had to think of a distraction long enough for his ally to help him out. The one thing he had realized that his left arm, free from any restraint, was by his side, close enough to his knives. Its do or die, he thought, feeling that his arm hadn't been too badly damaged from the fall and had recovered from the fight earlier. Without any thinking, he spat out two words to the Fixer: “Dodge this!” With fluid motion, he grabbed the knife. Then, his arm acting like a whip, he unsheathed the blade and whipped it back towards his side. The tip of the blade, hopefully, would reach its mark: the legend's left leg.
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