Exodus (Yazoo, Open)
Apr 1, 2011 2:18:32 GMT
Post by Leon Walter Deltova on Apr 1, 2011 2:18:32 GMT
Howdy y'all. Here's an RP that open to everyone ^_^ Yay! Personally, I hope y'all enjoy this one because I'd like to mix in elements from all over the spectrum, comedy, suspense, horror, action, sadness, romance, and all that jazz. Hopefully, this will be something that everyone can sink their teeth into and enjoy it.
My only real request is that there arn't any one paragraphers. Thats just no where near enough information to work with, so unless writer's block has you in a death grip, then please strive to post something that explains what is going on for your character(s) at the moment. Follow the general rules of the site also, obviously, and I hope y'all have fun! (like previously mentioned lol)
[/size]My only real request is that there arn't any one paragraphers. Thats just no where near enough information to work with, so unless writer's block has you in a death grip, then please strive to post something that explains what is going on for your character(s) at the moment. Follow the general rules of the site also, obviously, and I hope y'all have fun! (like previously mentioned lol)
Lightning struck a tower in the small city of Edge. The brilliant sparks and shower shone for only an instant before faiding into the stormy night. If it were a camera shot, the lens would pan to the left, revealing the tops of buildings, some still alight from inside. Zooming into a central spot, a long flat expanse of a roof would show two figures, duking it out in the rain. Sparks from weapons collideing again and again shone like stars, drifting down to the soaked concrete at the combatants feet.
The would seperate and then charge at each other again and again, an endless dance of body and steel. The notes from the collisions was distorted, a scream of metal against metal as they struck, the ring shooting out in every direction. A fierce fight with the natural elements only enhancing the seriousness of it.
Once more the fighters broke appart, but stood there, looking at each other. Another bolt of lighting lit the scene, illuminating the two fighters. On one side, stood a tall and youthful looking man, long brown hair hanging loose, drops of water streaming from the lenghts. A strange looking weapon was held tight in his fists, a combination of both gun and sword. Though strange in looks, it was a fearsome weapon.
The other man, also standing tall, hid his face fairly well benieth the confies of a wide brimmed hat, a trench coat open in the front revealing only a slight bit of his form. In his hand, a traditional-looking Katana. But, it was not as it seemed. A nightmareish black aura emmenated from around the sword, a constant haze over the blade. The man's hair was also wetted, but not to the extend of the other's. Though both faced with skilled opponent, both men held smiles on their lips, not mocking, but playful, as if a game were afoot.
Once again, the two moved towards each other, attacking and defending in turn, the dance moving quicker and more frightfully. The fighters seemed to blur as the storm instensified, the rain falling harder and faster, the lightning coming more and more frequiently, the booms of the thunder shaking windows and cars, drowning out all other sounds, all except the horrible shreak of metal against metal.
The head of the storm arrived, the strongest winds came, and all the worlds seemed to be in tourmoil as the fighters went on with their dance. But, as all things, it ended. A stalemate was reached, both fighters with weapons against one another's throats. They seperated and laughed, shaking hands and stowing their weapons. Then, with the man in the trench-coat placing a hand on the other's shoulder, the vanished from sight, simply... gone. Nothing stood there, no trace of the two's fight. And still the storm advanced, the heaviest and most powerful portion of it moving away on the high winds, the remaints of the storm a revenant who would sit vigil over the city for only a few hours longer, before it too, vanished.
~
Calm once again resided over the city as the sun rose. The glisten of the soaked city shone in the early rays, and those who got up early came out to the torrents of water which still moved through the streets, small streams of water flowing into the sewers. Life continued, another fight gone unnoticed but the general populace, and two friends had spent the night drinking and laughing.
The two fighters, now dry and in the comfort of the starship Ragnarok, were kicking back, talking and drinking. Leon Walter Deltova and Squall Leonhart, two friends who had scarcly begun to know eachother, already forming a tight bond of friendship. They laughed and joked into the early afternoon before returning to the city. Once there, they moved to a local bar and brought up conversations with friends there. Nothing out of the ordinary to them.
[/center][/size]The would seperate and then charge at each other again and again, an endless dance of body and steel. The notes from the collisions was distorted, a scream of metal against metal as they struck, the ring shooting out in every direction. A fierce fight with the natural elements only enhancing the seriousness of it.
Once more the fighters broke appart, but stood there, looking at each other. Another bolt of lighting lit the scene, illuminating the two fighters. On one side, stood a tall and youthful looking man, long brown hair hanging loose, drops of water streaming from the lenghts. A strange looking weapon was held tight in his fists, a combination of both gun and sword. Though strange in looks, it was a fearsome weapon.
The other man, also standing tall, hid his face fairly well benieth the confies of a wide brimmed hat, a trench coat open in the front revealing only a slight bit of his form. In his hand, a traditional-looking Katana. But, it was not as it seemed. A nightmareish black aura emmenated from around the sword, a constant haze over the blade. The man's hair was also wetted, but not to the extend of the other's. Though both faced with skilled opponent, both men held smiles on their lips, not mocking, but playful, as if a game were afoot.
Once again, the two moved towards each other, attacking and defending in turn, the dance moving quicker and more frightfully. The fighters seemed to blur as the storm instensified, the rain falling harder and faster, the lightning coming more and more frequiently, the booms of the thunder shaking windows and cars, drowning out all other sounds, all except the horrible shreak of metal against metal.
The head of the storm arrived, the strongest winds came, and all the worlds seemed to be in tourmoil as the fighters went on with their dance. But, as all things, it ended. A stalemate was reached, both fighters with weapons against one another's throats. They seperated and laughed, shaking hands and stowing their weapons. Then, with the man in the trench-coat placing a hand on the other's shoulder, the vanished from sight, simply... gone. Nothing stood there, no trace of the two's fight. And still the storm advanced, the heaviest and most powerful portion of it moving away on the high winds, the remaints of the storm a revenant who would sit vigil over the city for only a few hours longer, before it too, vanished.
~
Calm once again resided over the city as the sun rose. The glisten of the soaked city shone in the early rays, and those who got up early came out to the torrents of water which still moved through the streets, small streams of water flowing into the sewers. Life continued, another fight gone unnoticed but the general populace, and two friends had spent the night drinking and laughing.
The two fighters, now dry and in the comfort of the starship Ragnarok, were kicking back, talking and drinking. Leon Walter Deltova and Squall Leonhart, two friends who had scarcly begun to know eachother, already forming a tight bond of friendship. They laughed and joked into the early afternoon before returning to the city. Once there, they moved to a local bar and brought up conversations with friends there. Nothing out of the ordinary to them.
