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Post by Trey on Feb 27, 2007 22:22:10 GMT -5
Trey stepped to the edge of her cloud-like abode, it's soft cottony surface floating peacefully high above the ground like so many clouds around it. Looking down at the puny mortals, the spleen god shifts her feet, alowing the over-one-shoulder-Greek-Goddess-type toga to settle better around her legs. Bare toes wrapped around the edge of the soft pillow, creating a hinge, in case she were to loose her never-lost balance. Her long ivory wings fluttered restlessly, causing the short burnt-orange hair adorning the god's head to dance about wildly before settling back to it's perch.
And Trey smiled.
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Post by redsky on Feb 28, 2007 10:58:15 GMT -5
Redsky looked up at Trey from his cool home beneath the waves. His loyal hyena-chimps bustling about him, making sure that all was well in his presence. He knew from her smiling face that the Spleen God was plotting, scheming or otherwise behavin in a nefarious manner, but he could not tell how. His many, diamond-hard claws clicked restlessly, and he called to Trey in a voice like the roar of ten thousand thundering typhoons.
"What's this thread about?"
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Post by bubbles on Feb 28, 2007 19:39:18 GMT -5
Poppy/Bubbles/Pat threw popcorn at everyone, then ran off giggling.
Giggling like a schoolgirl.
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Post by The Star Fox on Feb 28, 2007 20:53:43 GMT -5
*sends a large ball of water at Trey's cloud to make it condense and rain ^^* Watch Falling goddess.
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Post by wilderbean on Mar 1, 2007 9:02:35 GMT -5
Wilderbean grabs some popcorn off Poppy/Bubbles/Pat, settling herself down on the ground. The rich red dirt leaves a mark on her dusty denim overalls, like rust on metal; somehow instantly coating her boots and resting on the tips of her hair.
She stays perfectly still (not something she does often)....the Gods and earth creatures are stirring. There's gonna be a war.
She pulls the long barrelled gun off her back holster. It's copper-coloured plating gleams the same colour as the dirt; in fact, she's no longer sure whether the gun was always like that, or the dirt stained it just as had been done with everything else out here.
The weapon was loaded with disks, and enough darts to take down a hyena-chimp, resistant little sh*ts. She frowned. Would it be enough of a defence against the Gods?
Wilderbean stood, patting her jacket pocket with an impish smile. "Something tells me those incriminating pictures are gonna come in handy..."
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Post by The Star Fox on Mar 2, 2007 16:11:02 GMT -5
It all depends on what Trey intended the Thread for.
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Post by wilderbean on Mar 4, 2007 4:17:12 GMT -5
Wilderbean spun to face Fox, outraged. "Do you doubt the all knowing evilness of the Spleen God!?!"
She hit out with the barrel of her gun. It connected on the back of his head, and with a swinging kick she whipped his legs out from under him. Fox growled.
"I demand you fight!" she hissed, her auburn hair catching the sun and making it red. "Fight for your HONOUR, you cowardly dog!!"
[Over to you mate, time to fight! *battle cry* One condition though: No matter how tempting it is, don't make me die just because you feel like it. Actually kill me properly, kay thanks.]
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Post by The Star Fox on Mar 4, 2007 12:51:40 GMT -5
[as long as minimal bunnying occurs... I DON'T wanna be controlled]
Fox caught the ground with a thud and glared Widlerbean. "Only if you demand it so." He said as he stood up with and dusted off his knees. "And the nature of this battle will be??? Blades? Guns? Hands? I don't particularly like guns." He said pulling a katana out its sheath while living the other in.
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Post by wilderbean on Mar 5, 2007 2:20:57 GMT -5
Wilderbean watched him warily for a moment. The katana made a rasping sound as it unsheathed, the metal gleaming darkly....It almost made her shiver.
She tapped her chin reflectively, pointing the guns nose at Fox's chest. "I suppose gun vs katana's is tipping the odds in my favour, ain't it?"
Suddenly, she grinned. She spun the gun back around and slid the handle out of it's place, letting the gun fall to the earth with a thump and a cloud of dust. With a sharp twist, she tugged the handle on both ends. In seconds, it had been transformed into long metal staff.
Wilderbean gave her Jo an experimental spin, testing the balance. "Doesn't matter what I use, Dog. I can defeat you, gun or not."
Slowly, she spun her Jo on one side then the other, over and over. It was hypnotic, the staff blurring like a heat haze.
Then, without warning, she drove the staff towards his head.
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Post by Trey on Mar 5, 2007 22:37:48 GMT -5
The waterball made contact with Trey's perch right as she spread her arms, tucked in her wings, and let herself fall. The wind flew past her covered eyes and in seconds the cloud released the rain. Sheets of the hard pellets fell to the earth and seas, pummeling a destruction of watery spite in it's path. The Spleen God's bare feet arched to follow the straight line of her legs, and she became almost hypnotized by the rhythmic splattering of the rain on her. Then all at once, when she was almost to the two fighters, the winged being twisted her body, letting her feet bare the roughness of impact as she spread her wings to slow her descent.
Trey landed on Wilderbean's staff, slamming it to the ground moments before it hit Fox's head. Angry eyes turned to look into Wilder's, and as the rain began to slow and stop with the dissapearance of the cloud, the God's chanting could finally be heard. The sun's rays split the sky, shining defiantly onto the battle, and with the sun's direct light came Trey's swords, glinting with the power of the sun. Tips dragging in the mud, the goddess stood to her bare and muddy feet.
Her hair danced before her face, eyes piercing Wilder. "You have angered the gods. And the penalty is death."
Using the slippery earth to her advantage, Trey let her left leg slip across the mud, bringing her down below any swings and brought both swords towards the two fighters surrounding her.
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Post by wilderbean on Mar 6, 2007 2:44:43 GMT -5
[WTF, why is it me who's the focus of your anger???]
Wilderbean barely restrained the string of curses on her lips. The rain had left her feeling battered, and now she was to fight a God on mud.
Lightning fast, Trey's sword sliced at her. A startled buzz went over Wilder's skin and she jumped out of the way like a frightened animal, sliding on the mud.
Good grief, Trey was fast.
Wilder dug her boots into the slick dirt to keep her steady. "I don't see what has warranted your wrath, Trey," she shook her head, feigning concern. She was playing with her own death here, and for some reason it was elating. Wilder smiled, baring her teeth. "Maybe you should see someone about your temper!"
On that word, Wilder cracked her Jo in half, revealing two shining silver blades, and swiftly stabbed one towards the God's chest.
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Post by The Star Fox on Mar 6, 2007 11:36:44 GMT -5
"Excuse me?!?! I can damn well handle myself, but thanks anyway Trey." He said not caring if they heard him or not. He then took his katana and slammed it toward the Earth. A huge wave of water then rushed at the god and Wilderbean. This surge had either washed away one or both, he wasn't sure, but a stream now ran where the two were fighting.
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Post by Spammich on Mar 7, 2007 1:40:10 GMT -5
As the watery attack settled around where Trey, God of Spleens, was standing a forcefield of stemcells could be seen surround two figures one being Trey and the other being Spammich the God of Embryos.
With a loud bang the forcefield dispersed shooting sharp needles in all directions.
A cackle escaped Spammich's lungs and with a swift movement pulled a pair of stainless steel war fans from a rip in time. With a flick of her wrist she opened the fans were and a stream of electricity glistened across the metal. With a glance and a smirk she looked over her shoulder at the other God, remarking at a piece of popcorn that was stuck in her hair... "Eh?"
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Post by Trey on Mar 7, 2007 3:47:45 GMT -5
Trey smirked, the Embryo God had appeared just in time. Things were about to become interesting.
sliding her right leg back into a battle stance, the Spleen God crossed her swords like scissors, eyeing Wilder's head between them.
"I was bored, wrath seemed fun." She smiled, a wicked curve twisting towards her ears. "And as for my temper, you have yet to see it."
She flung her body towards Wilder, great white wings pressing against her bare back. Scissored swords jutted out on either side of the target as the god etched closer. All of her focus was on one thing, and it wasn't wilder.
Trey had one advantage, she hadn't removed Fox's spleen yet. The incredible persuasion she had over bodily organs, for she did have it over all(though she preferred the spleen), aloud her to make his wretch. It was only a hope that he could not stand the pain. But she would see in a moment, for now she turned her attention back to Wilder, a small corner of her brain latching onto the hold over Fox's innards.
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Post by redsky on Mar 9, 2007 5:21:21 GMT -5
Redsky leaped out of the water towards the rapidly-growing battle. One of his eyes had been damaged by the icy barrage, and now he sported a particularly piratical eyepatch, made for him by his trusty Hyena-Chimp medic. He moved fast for his size, easily clearing the ground between the coast and the fighters.
"How's everybody doin?"
He jumped high in the air, briefly sillhouetted under the bright sun and landed, catlike in the middle of the fray, his huge lobster-claws ready and waiting to disembowel somebody.
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