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"An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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I'm back. I'll see what I can do soon. If I don't have a post up in a few then I will later today. I'm still interested.
I'll post later today, just woke and the bones is achy ^^
Nel - PL: 250/300
The walk back to his seat in the stands was long, drawn out, and filled with struggle. Since his decision to stray from his heritage, he found his impulses thumping outwardly, encouraging his buried desires to rip away his youthful cloak. Beyond all the confusion though, he found a certain pride in himself. Holding back the urges had brought him some semblance of confidence. A thread of hope to hold on to in his endeavor.
“Psst, yo Nel a fights about to break out!” shouted Cade over the anxious crowd. Many had seen the red-skinned man levitate off the ground, many had been amazed but even more frightened. They held tight to their impressionable children and to each other.
Nel raised a brow, at first surprised at how quick he had reached the bleachers while lost in thought, and then at the commotion started by a skillfully dressed monk and a crimson-skinned being who appeared more monster than man. He heard the squeal of his gloves in his pockets, the urge returning in full force. The chance was just too good to miss out on. He held out a hand towards Cade and briskly jogged over to meet them. He came from the left of the monk, stopping three feet from him and the red being. A curious and barely contained excitement in his brown eyes.
“What's going on here? Surely you both know that fighting outside the ring is prohibited,” he said, though he wished so desperately, if only in secret, that one of them would mix him up in their brawl. He looked up at the being that dwarfed them both, he towered over them like a symbolic tower, and yet, all he felt was the need to over come him.
“Why don't we all go take a seat and enjoy the matches. I'm sure they'll be starting soon,” he told them, smiling between the both of them.
The walk back to his seat in the stands was long, drawn out, and filled with struggle. Since his decision to stray from his heritage, he found his impulses thumping outwardly, encouraging his buried desires to rip away his youthful cloak. Beyond all the confusion though, he found a certain pride in himself. Holding back the urges had brought him some semblance of confidence. A thread of hope to hold on to in his endeavor.
“Psst, yo Nel a fights about to break out!” shouted Cade over the anxious crowd. Many had seen the red-skinned man levitate off the ground, many had been amazed but even more frightened. They held tight to their impressionable children and to each other.
Nel raised a brow, at first surprised at how quick he had reached the bleachers while lost in thought, and then at the commotion started by a skillfully dressed monk and a crimson-skinned being who appeared more monster than man. He heard the squeal of his gloves in his pockets, the urge returning in full force. The chance was just too good to miss out on. He held out a hand towards Cade and briskly jogged over to meet them. He came from the left of the monk, stopping three feet from him and the red being. A curious and barely contained excitement in his brown eyes.
“What's going on here? Surely you both know that fighting outside the ring is prohibited,” he said, though he wished so desperately, if only in secret, that one of them would mix him up in their brawl. He looked up at the being that dwarfed them both, he towered over them like a symbolic tower, and yet, all he felt was the need to over come him.
“Why don't we all go take a seat and enjoy the matches. I'm sure they'll be starting soon,” he told them, smiling between the both of them.
Lol, its okay. It looks like you have some inspiration. Anyway, I caught a small bug and isn't feeling to well. I'm estimating a day or two tops.
Sorry guys, It might be awhile before I end up posting. I guessing a day, two days at the most. I'm come down with a small cold I think or flu.
I like that idea J8cob, if only that was in place a couple of years ago when I was RP'n on a high-combat site. It would had made everything a lot easier. lol.
I don't think it should be mandatory, some people just aren't good with collabs.
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Merry Christmas Everyone & Happy Holidays.
Ditto, everyone!!!!
You're so awesome for that Silver Fox :) Happy Holidays everyone!!!!
Nel Lilac - PL: 250/300
“Why the hell wouldn't I? I mean-” A keen whistle interrupted Cade and the boisterous noise of the crowd all at the same time. A few stragglers left faint whispers but soon even they had quieted down.
Unlike the rest of them, Nel stood up from his seat and looked over towards the blocking summit of the amphitheater. The keen whistle only grew louder and louder, creating a tension in the air that as thick as gel. He narrowed his eyes, thinking that it'd give him a better chance of spotting whatever it was.
Then a flash of metallic zoomed by, Nel's head turned with its path until it sent hay from rest area and out onto the grassy area in front of it. It stuck out from the roof, the flames coming to a smoky stop. The crowd seemed to be hysterical over the missile, that was until another crashed down and revealed a cache of Zenni.
Then comical expressions of dropped mouths and bulging eyes were pointed towards it. Whoever dropped it off was sure rich but also very reckless, Nel had decided. He felt a tug on his orange vest. He looked down, smirked, and rubbed the back of his head and disbelief.
“Yo, is it over yet?” cried Cade, literal tears falling from his eyes.
“Yea man, it wasn't that bad. I think someone in the fighters area did it.”
Cade wiped his tears hastily before rising up and feigning bravery. “Uhh... yea, not bad at all.” He straightened out his black shirt and sat down quickly. “So what happened?”
“I don't know but I wanna find out,” Nel said, starting off from the seats and heading down the bleachers. The feeling was overwhelming now, all he wanted to do was get a peek inside, just see what it was like in the fighters area.
It'll only be a peek, he promised himself.
He walked around to the side of the building and lifted himself up so could see the inside. Fighters of different heights, shades, builds, and forms were inside. They all looked formidable and exciting. He grasped his heart as it sped from the anticipation.
“I wonder who's the strongest tho,” he asked aloud, knowing his small voice wouldn't travel through their own. All of them seemed strong but only one caught his eye. A green, giant man who was next to Jack, the current champ.
He chuckled lightly. “Oh man, if only I could compe-” Will of soul stopped him from completing that sentence. He fell to his bottom and brought his knees to his face, his jaw tense as he shook. “Dammit, try to be normal, Nel. You can do this! Fighting isn't everything!”
“Why the hell wouldn't I? I mean-” A keen whistle interrupted Cade and the boisterous noise of the crowd all at the same time. A few stragglers left faint whispers but soon even they had quieted down.
Unlike the rest of them, Nel stood up from his seat and looked over towards the blocking summit of the amphitheater. The keen whistle only grew louder and louder, creating a tension in the air that as thick as gel. He narrowed his eyes, thinking that it'd give him a better chance of spotting whatever it was.
Then a flash of metallic zoomed by, Nel's head turned with its path until it sent hay from rest area and out onto the grassy area in front of it. It stuck out from the roof, the flames coming to a smoky stop. The crowd seemed to be hysterical over the missile, that was until another crashed down and revealed a cache of Zenni.
Then comical expressions of dropped mouths and bulging eyes were pointed towards it. Whoever dropped it off was sure rich but also very reckless, Nel had decided. He felt a tug on his orange vest. He looked down, smirked, and rubbed the back of his head and disbelief.
“Yo, is it over yet?” cried Cade, literal tears falling from his eyes.
“Yea man, it wasn't that bad. I think someone in the fighters area did it.”
Cade wiped his tears hastily before rising up and feigning bravery. “Uhh... yea, not bad at all.” He straightened out his black shirt and sat down quickly. “So what happened?”
“I don't know but I wanna find out,” Nel said, starting off from the seats and heading down the bleachers. The feeling was overwhelming now, all he wanted to do was get a peek inside, just see what it was like in the fighters area.
It'll only be a peek, he promised himself.
He walked around to the side of the building and lifted himself up so could see the inside. Fighters of different heights, shades, builds, and forms were inside. They all looked formidable and exciting. He grasped his heart as it sped from the anticipation.
“I wonder who's the strongest tho,” he asked aloud, knowing his small voice wouldn't travel through their own. All of them seemed strong but only one caught his eye. A green, giant man who was next to Jack, the current champ.
He chuckled lightly. “Oh man, if only I could compe-” Will of soul stopped him from completing that sentence. He fell to his bottom and brought his knees to his face, his jaw tense as he shook. “Dammit, try to be normal, Nel. You can do this! Fighting isn't everything!”
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