Avatar of Spin The Wheel

Status

Recent Statuses

1 yr ago
Current There's a big old heat wave spreading out down here. If I'm slow with responses, it'll be because I'm melting.
2 yrs ago
Just finished Soma, and wow, what a bleak ending. Like, jesus.
1 like
2 yrs ago
Does anyone even read these?

Bio


▲ ▲

I can't triforce

Most Recent Posts

The giant crashed to the floor, not quite down for the count, but he was down. Duke could see the adult woman and the club's announcer arguing but he still wasn't able to hear them, whether it was because of the earmuffs he had on or if it was because his hearing had been damaged that badly, it didn't really matter. Now was the time he needed to go on the offensive.

He clutched at his ears with one hand, as if to silence the infernal ringing, and with the other, he pointed out to the contestant. The flames reacted to his will, flickering with renewed vigour. The blaze had grown bigger as it sucked away at the hulking student's stamina. Duke splayed out his fingers and the flame followed, spreading away from the swollen head and attacking the gaping holes that pockmarked their body. The flames grew larger and more vibrant as they sucked away at the abundant blood, feasting on the ample lifeforce within. This was one of the best possible scenarios for him, and yet, Duke kept his guard up.

He ripped the headband off of his head and dropped it to the floor while directing a small ball of flames to come back to him. Duke grimaced in concentration as he directed a wisp of flames to enter his ear. A warm sensation enveloped his inner ear as he repaired the damage done to his eardrums. Slowly, the ringing eased and he was met with the sound of the club in chaos. It was better than nothing, he supposed.

As he directed another wisp to enter his other ear, Duke considered the situation. The other contestants had not been as... helpful as he had hoped, though he could hardly fault them for thinking for themselves. He was doing the same, in a manner of speaking. Michael Angie, the other contestant for this round, would potentially rejoin the fight soon, but he couldn't count on that. The crazy gun lady had ceased her barrage and was currently in a shouting match with the announcer; they could both provide some support, though he wasn't sure how useful it would be. They both had their own priorities, after all. Duke sighed to himself.
"Looks like I'm not making a profit today." He muttered under his breath.

With a thought, half of the flames burning on the mutated student seeped away and gathered above Duke's palm, floating in place and coating the area in a sickly green glow. Unlike the pale green fire he had produced originally, the fireball was a glowing neon ball of vibrant energy. Duke started muttering slowly as a portion of the flames peeled away from the ball, forming a pentagram beneath his feet.
"I summon thee!" He yelled.

The flames suddenly surged upwards and vanished, leaving blackened lines in the carpet below. The smell of sulfur began filling the room as the shadows behind him lengthened, reaching towards the ceiling and growing into the twisted shape of a wicked monster, stretching and distorting into a fearsome devil-horned figure.
"Cut the crap, Mort. I need you to spin the wheel." Duke said.
The shadow disappeared and a red imp-like creature appeared with a puff of smoke. It was a tiny thing, dressed smartly in a tweed suit and a top hat. A cape billowed out behind it as it radiated a mischievous energy.
"Oh come now young master, it's been so long since you've summoned me. What's wrong with a little theatrical flair for the audience?" The imp said, grinning.
Duke glared at the creature.
"Yes, yes, getting to it now."

Mort turned the cape in front of itself, hiding it from sight. The cape soon fell and confetti exploded out, revealing a colourful wheel, divided into several sections with familiar symbols on it. Cheery carnival music played from god-knew-where as the imp held up a microphone.
"Well ladies and gents, it's time for your FREE DAILY SPIN!" Mort said, the sound echoing across the room. "There are many wonderful prizes up for grabs on today's wheel, but there are also many pitfalls on the board. Will our contestant get lucky today? Let's SPIN THE WHEEL!"
The wheel began spinning, rotating so fast that the individual slices of the wheel could no longer be identified. Only the colours could be seen.
"Mort, I'm spending the money. I need a good result." Duke said.
The flames vanished from his hand and the capricious grin on the imp's mouth grew even wider.
"Well well well, looks like we have a big spender here tonight."
The red tiles vanished from the spinning wheel, leaving a board of greens, whites, and blues. The wheel finally began to slow down, decreasing in speed slowly. As the symbols once again became visible it slowed down even more, until it was passing chunks of the board tick by tick, before finally landing on a result.

"15% increased power! WOW! What an amazing outcome!" Mort said as confetti expoded into the air.
As the winning fanfare played, Duke frowned. It was the worst positive result he could get. He didn't expect much better but he couldn't help but be disappointed.
"You can spin again for a small, small payment of $3.99 or 15 Hell gems-"
"That's enough, Mort." The teenager said, interrupting him.
The still grinning imp began to disappear. The wheel, spotlights, and confetti disappeared. The burnt mark on the carpet slowly crumbled away as if it was never there. The flames on the mutated contestant increased in intensity. A small orb of fire floated in his hand. It appeared that he had prepared slightly more than he'd needed. Duke threw it into his mouth. He could feel a warm sensation slide from his throat to his stomach, embuing him with strength and recovering some of his stamina. He stretched his arms and drew his switchblade once more.
"Ok, let's try this again."
He started to run towards the downed student.

@RoflsMazoy@Scarifar@Letter Bee@Crowvette@Dezuel
I'm kind of interested, though I don't know what kind of character to go for. Maybe it's time to bust out the Lizard Wizard...
Duke noticed someone appearing next to him, but as he turned to look, a noise like an explosion burst out without warning. The teenager jumped to the side instinctively, falling to the floor. He looked to the source of the boom and saw a woman holding a large rifle. Duke stared at the woman, dumbfounded, before hastily turning his gaze away as she let loose a barrage of bullets, each shot lighting up the room in flashes of white brilliance.

When the barrage finished, Duke removed his hands from his ears. The impromptu defense had protected him little, and his ears rang loudly as if in protest of the woman's mad shooting. He could see her offer him some earmuffs; her mouth moved but he couldn't hear a single word she had said.
"Are you fucking-" Joking? Stupid? Insane?
His mind had cooked up 3 insults to hurl at the woman, but with the aftermath of the gunshots still causing havoc his ears, it was impossible for him to know which one had come out of his mouth. Duke hastily got to his feet and snatched the earmuffs from her hand, putting them on in a hurry and backing away to a safe distance. If she was going to shoot again (and he was sure she would), he wanted some degree of safety.

@Letter Bee
Duke watched the fight engagedly, sitting with his head in his hands as skill met strength. He could see Michael's glorious skills as paint practically flowed out of his suspiciously shiny paintbrush. The dark horse of the night slowly lost his ground, lost his strength, and lost his control. The arena cracked and the ground rumbled. The tournament was over. Duke got up and sighed. It was truly a shame, he had been looking forward to seeing who would win the fight.

"'Scuse me, 'scuse me. Coming through, calm down everyone."
The lanky teenager weaved through the crowd against the flow, towards the disaster zone. The area around the arena was quickly being vacated, which would make things convenient for him. Duke drew his knife. It was an ornate switchblade patterned with skulls and flame imagery, polished to a mirror's shine. It was a rather ordinary blade, in spite of its appearance. But Duke needed sharpness, and it was certainly sharp enough. Holding out his left palm facing upwards, Duke slowly lowered the knife tip down into his hand. He felt the familiar prick of the blade piercing his skin and dug deeper. He felt a small stabbing pain as blood pooled in his palm. He could feel a small spike of adrenaline shoot through his nervous system. Time seemed to slow down as he assessed the situation.

The other participants of tonight's tournament would hopefully help out, though he wondered how effective they would be. They hadn't fought too much tonight, but their stamina had inevitably been dented. Still, he was sure they would provide some reliable support. Michael the painter, the round's other contestant, was in a bad spot right now. More than likely, the breaking of the arena would have knocked him off balance, and the dark horse was currently aiming to turn him into paste. This wouldn't do, this wouldn't do at all. Duke couldn't let one of the stage's stars get knocked out so early.

The teenager grinned, removing his blade from his palm. The blood in his hand ignited into pale green flames, dyeing the boy's grin with an eery glow. He wound his arm back like a baseball pitcher, yelling "Fire in the hole!" as he threw the palm sized wad of fire at the fleshy student. The flames traced an arc in the air and splashed the back of the hulking contestant's head, setting his hair alight. It acted as both flame and liquid, one portion sticking on the student's head while the rest dribbled onto his back.
"Hey big guy, I know I said I was rooting for you, but you just ended our night of entertainment. I can't let you get away with that." Duke said, taunting the enraged figure.
He walked forward slowly with his hands in his pockets, a deliberate display of fake calmness. The flames burned on, sucking away at the contestant's energy, though in this state he probably had plenty to spare.

"Would anyone else care to join me? If you do, please keep an eye out for my flames. I'm not responsible for what happens if you touch them." Duke declared loudly.

@Crowvette@Scarifar@KillamriX88@Letter Bee@Dezuel
<Snipped quote by Spin The Wheel>

I mean, this setting isn't Earth.


Oh right, whoops. Guess it can be not-Greece or something.
Greece could still exist, but the greek gods wouldn't necessarily be greek gods. Every culture probably has different names for all the gods. Though if the god was in greece then he'd probably refer to himself with a greek name.
Oh, wait a sec

@Aqutanama, is your chara part of one of the 4 schools/vigilantes? Doesn't really say on your sheet

Not that you need to be a part of them or anything, would just make it somewhat awkward to join in I think
Ugh, nevermind, sorry. Too tired. Just keep doing what you're doing I guess. I hope you take some time to flesh out your character because I do like the idea at least.
@Aqutanama sorry to ask this but can you wait for me a bit before editing your sheet further? I have some things to say about it that might help you out, player to player, but i don't have time to type it up right now.
This might be a bad time, but just wanted to slip this in while I remember the idea. Feel free to look it over whenever. Kind of planning to use this guy for the next arc, whatever it ends up being.

© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet