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The American Dr Pan Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 7:43 pm
The thread for Dr Hans vs Julin Kristor vs The Lord of Metal! The arena is clear for the entrance of the three Horrors scheduled to do combat. All individuals will teleport into the arena for a one on one on one match. Because this is not a standard one on one match special rules apply! This is a free for all match between THREE HORRORS. The first Horror so score ONE KILL wins the match!
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 12:03 am
 {[Julin Kristor]}
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
The entrance was covered in a large fog as an entertainer moved to stand before it. He was a type of horror and served to make the Knight's entrance entertaining.. As he got close to the thick fog, a large blade shot out, impaling the immortal being as he was writhing in pain. The blade pushed further through the being as he was already replaced by a new man while the entertainer was lifted off of the ground. Through the fog, a warrior arrived, sounds of metals grinding against another lightly could be heard as the foe of Corrupt arrived. He kept the man on his blade a tad bit longer, letting his blood coat it as he siphoned the soul of the man. In the next moment, he slashed his sword, flinging the body away as he slammed into the barrier, causing the audience to cheer from an early show of blood now.
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
'You will not get in my way again... the curse will live on.'
[Impalement's Master]
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 7:49 pm
═════════════ ≡ Dr. Hans ≡ ═════════════  Mood: Anxious Thoughts: -Senseless babble- Attire: Bandages covering half the face. One sleeve of his shirt is ripped short, bandages wrapping most of the exposed arm. As the audience's cheers began to die down, the lights dim. A spotlight shines on a lone figure, as remnants of the smoke swirled around him. Overhead, the sound system begins playing the CanCan. As the music begins to pick up its pace, the figure strikes a pose, his metal hand poised upward, and his bandaged one behind him. He begins swaying to the song, his movements gracefully matching the rhythm. As the song reaches its crescendo, his movements become more erratic, his speed become inhuman, and at the end, he strikes an aggressive pose, the light gleaming in his eyes.
The audience goes into a round of applause as Dr. Hans looks down at the armored man. He smiles eagerly, and offers a friendly wave, though his eyes betray a sick curiosity that should not dwell in the minds of man.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 8:23 pm
 1 ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Well, a tardy arrival was better than none what so ever. The three combattants were probably tired of- wait a moment, three? Yes, three. The armored knight with the blood dyed blade. The doctor with the massive screw impaled through his lobes. However, for those that knew him, the massive undead rock god was nowhere in sight. In its stead, was a skull-faced figure donning a fur coat. "Apologies, audience. Amends, Good Doctor. Concessions, Sir Knight. Mea culpa." The figure opened its arms, as if to bring the entire arena under its embrace. "But I regret to inform you that the Lord of Metal is otherwise disposed of, and will not be able to take part in this night's festivities." Its voice was both resonant and hollow, like faraway brass. It then gestured to the two combatants. "Thus, if it pleases you, Good Doctor, Sir Knight, please begin whatever ceremonies and pleasantries you planned to revel yourselves in within this arena." After speaking its piece, the orator then folded both hands behind his back, standing straight and dignified. "By the power vested in me, I pronounce this show..." To signify, the skeletal figure reached up, drawing its mask, before dropping it to the ground. "Begun." ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 12:22 am
{[Julin Kristor]}
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Julin looked to see the Doctor to finally arrive first, but as they were waiting for a metal being, he saw a skull-faced figure arriving as he spoke about how the Lord of Metal would not be joining them, causing the crowd to boo. The boos soon turned into cheers as the match was underway, with Julin turning to the doctor, slashing at him quickly.
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
'You will not get in my way again... the curse will live on.'
[Impalement's Master]
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:31 am
═════════════ ≡ Dr. Hans ≡ ═════════════ Mood: Anxious Thoughts: -Senseless babble- Attire: Bandages covering half the face. One sleeve of his shirt is ripped short, bandages wrapping most of the exposed arm. Hans jumped back as the knight slashed at him. His smile was gone, and instead he looked almost calm. He pulled out a small syringe, and injected it right over his heart."Like an oyster, you hide behind your shell. Why don't I pry it open for you?"It seemed at that moment that his legs became a blur. He dashed forward, side-stepping closer toward the knight until he was just close enough. Reaching forward with his metal hand, he swiped at the knight.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 12:26 pm
2 ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Sasha opened his eyes, taking in what he could of the dark field before him. Dark, that's all it was; it took him moments for his eyes to adjust to the sudden sable that pervaded him. But even temporarily robbed of his sight, he could tell that there were things before him. Things within the darkness. The scraping sound of metal on metal rung out, as the Knight' and Doctor clashed. Flinching, the young man stepped backwards, the thankfully smooth floor denying most possibilities of him falling on his frail footing.
And there, upon the ground before him, it smiled back.
"Welcome back to the nightmare." And again, he saw darkness. The mask goes on again.
Thespis stood solemnly, present yet unassuming, as it folded its hands behind its back, like a servant in waiting. Its dark pits of an excuse for eyes surveyed the tussle between metal and flesh idly, much like the audience, upon the edge of their seats. The masses have payed for blood, and it seemed most of the participants were willing to deliver. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 12:07 am
{[Julin Kristor]}
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Hans managed to hit the armor, but the blow merely glanced off of the armor as he was quick to spin around to follow the miss with a full spin slash to catch him off guard. He kept silent, only wanting to focus and keep himself from faltering so he could keep going strong for his promised rematch. Corrupt robbed him of his well-deserved victory, and that pissed him off immediately.
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
'You will not get in my way again... the curse will live on.'
[Impalement's Master]
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 10:25 am
═════════════ ≡ Dr. Hans ≡ ═════════════ Mood: Anxious Thoughts: -Senseless babble- Attire: Bandages covering half the face. One sleeve of his shirt is ripped short, bandages wrapping most of the exposed arm. His hand glancing off the armor, Hans made a retreating leap as the blade slashed toward him. Upon landing he saw the thin red line that appeared on half his chest. A close call for sure. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small syringe, palming it in his left hand. He ran forward once more, getting close to sword-range, and leaped into the air in order to land right behind the armored man. Without a moment's hesitation, he swung his left arm around, aiming to sink the tiny needle between a gap in the armor.Fallen_Shinku You assholes better quote me so I know when it's my turn to post! -Skinny KnightsRoyal You assholes better quote me so I know when it's my turn to post! -Skinny
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 5:49 pm
(Due to inactivity this match has been called, however, since only one of you is inactive and this is a 3 way match... we will need to decide which one of you wins this match.)
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The American Dr Pan Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:20 am
{[Julin Kristor]}
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Hans was fast, too fast as he managed to get behind Julin, but as he went for the stab, the needle would come in contact with alot more reinforcement than one would think. The armor was built for protecting the body, even though Julin himself felt pain, his armor did not. He turned around and attempted to back-hand the man away from the being.
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
'You will not get in my way again... the curse will live on.'
[Impalement's Master]
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 11:14 am
═════════════ ≡ Dr. Hans ≡ ═════════════ Mood: Anxious Thoughts: -Senseless babble- Attire: Bandages covering half the face. One sleeve of his shirt is ripped short, bandages wrapping most of the exposed arm. Hans took to the air as the armored hand made contact with his chest. Horrible sounds could be heard coming from within his chest, sounds that would make an experienced surgeon cringe. When he finally made contact with the ground a few feet away, he sat up facing his foe. The audience might as well have not been there. The look in Hans' eyes was nothing natural, the partially covered right eye seeming to become incredibly bloodshot-- no, that's not it. It was actually just red with a tiny black dot. He reached into another pocket, pulling out another syringe, and injected himself.
The world went dark for Hans. The audience and walls disappeared. The ground only seemed to exist where he and his foe stood. His senses became stronger, his focus becoming precise. He stood then, his back making clack-clacking noises as he reached his full height.
Standing there, he seemed to be a statue. The audience sat on the edge of their seats, waiting to see the squishy doctor do something. When someone in the distance coughed, Hans sprinted forward, his legs a blur, and the edges around him seeming to fade off into nothing. Just as he was about to reach Julin, he changed course. Now running circles around the armored knight, he became a faded ring. Once his full momentum was reached, Hans turned right into Julin, striking with his metal hand on the armor, and bounding off to continue his circular dash. This was repeated over and over, dozens, nearly hundreds of strikes happening in quick succession. One blow hit the legs, right behind the knee, while another landed around the waist near the groin. The blows rained down on the knight, coming from all directions.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 11:29 am
{[Julin Kristor]}
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Julin watched the doctor's transformation before he was quickly over-powered by the speed. He was hit left and right as he was soon forced to his knees as the blows had alot of weight to it. He continued being assailed left and right as he was trying his best to block it, which only served to make his host body feel more pain. Grunts could be heard before he soon stuck his hand out in a form of a swing, aiming for the doctor's legs as he was too busy with going to fast. Julin was durable, he was strong, he lacked running speed but made up for it with counter techniques. His current plan.... trip the doctor up and follow him.
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
'You will not get in my way again... the curse will live on.'
[Impalement's Master]
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 1:04 pm
═════════════ ≡ Dr. Hans ≡ ═════════════ Mood: Anxious Thoughts: -Senseless babble- Attire: Bandages covering half the face. One sleeve of his shirt is ripped short, bandages wrapping most of the exposed arm. The relentless assault continued to hammer down on the knight. Hans' speed increased ever so slightly with each passing minute. The world seemed to be one solid shade of grey to Hans, and as such he did not notice the outstretched arm aiming for his legs. Upon tripping, he was flung across to the other end of the big room, hitting the far wall with enough impact to create a small crater. Here Hans lay, upside down, and the world spinning around him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 12:07 am
{[Julin Kristor]}
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Julin's armor was not anywhere close to being damaged or dented, but the host body on the inside was badly bruised and slightly bleeding. But through determination, he willed the Armor to move as he was quick to try and put an end to the match with the dazed Hans. His running speed was about human, but he thrusted his sword out, releasing a blast of wind at the doctor for impalement-ish damage.
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
'You will not get in my way again... the curse will live on.'
[Impalement's Master]
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