[Doomed1]

~Brankist looks up at the drunken, Asian man. His scent was covered with a strong, deep wine. Perhaps... a 79. Good year. he thought.

"I have no wish to do combat unless in self defense..." Brankist replies.

And returns to the second chapter of the book, How to Prevent Doom with Spoons~

This post has been edited by Doomed1: 25 September 2004 - 01:36 AM

[Ruckus Fox]

Lucien smirked under his breath, that smirk moved to a snicker, the snicker moved to a chuckle, from that it moved to a laugh to a roaring cackle erupting deep within his gut. After drying his eyes from this short period he looked almost shocked, "You won't even fight for honor much less cash?...You only fight in self defense?...Hrrm...Fine then...Don't think of it as fighting, think of it as sparring..." He used the word since the old man wielded a quarter staff. Lucien rose from his chair and unsheathed the Wave Sword for the very first time, it was very fine, it had a new black alloy type of paint on the sides and the sides shone brightly. It was curved so it was rounded to a point at the end with a depression half way in the middle, a few smaller spikes on the edges for decoration of the depression. The depression grew back up to a normal blade at the ending of the hilt. He cleaved it through the air, swinging it to the side, "Come....Let us dance then, I shall not draw blood." He meant it too....He would use nothing but the blunt edge of his sword. As he stood there his fox tail swung back and forth quietly like a pendulem once more. Fox ears pricked slightly as he was not intending to morph into a full fox lycan. All this Rogue wanted was the cash and a bit of fighting experience with this new blade. "And I promise you on my sword, that if he touches one thing on your belt after demise, if that is what occurs, that he shall not have the hand to do it again." Oooh... o.o; promising. Once more, he didn't intend to harm him to the point where he needed a major healing (meaning I'm not gonna lower HP to 0 Just to make a point until one of us surrenders, I hope you feel the same...If not, strike the bad boy down with the mighty staff XD)

[Doomed1]

~The old mage sits in silence, staring at the dark red book without blinking. He appears to be thinking if he should trust the Lycanthrope...~

[Ruckus Fox]

Lucien, the Roguish Lycan heaved the sword (though it didn't exactly take too much strength to do it) up onto his shoulder, the long 2 1/2 foot blade's sharp ends shone in the light. Sure he was a Rogue, but he figured magic users didn't acquire much money to hang onto...Always spending it on useless magicks... He was more interested in the 50 UC's and another shot of the brandy. A sneer grin creeped up on his mouth as he too pondered how he would go about this.

[Doomed1]

Sure he was a Rogue, but he figured magic users didn't acquire much money to hang onto...Always spending it on useless magicks... 

OOC: Wrong, we learn our magic from post count...

[Ruckus Fox]

OOC: It was IC mate...no worries but I was Roleplaying.....

---Ruckus the Rogue

[Doomed1]

~Brankist rises up, a feeling of years of burning suffering and pain emitting from him. He twirls his rod in the air, slashing it with a sharp wind. He catches the staff and holds it in front of him in a defensive position. The chandeliers of the bar shake and the liquors ripple at the same moment.

"I suppose it is time to spar." the old man slurs, replacing his wrinkled voice with a bold, hard one.~

OoC: Oh... And what does IC mean?

[Ruckus Fox]

OOC: In Character Used by all RPers...Just like OOC means Out Of Character. IC refrains to in the Role Play.

Lucien nodded gruffly, seeing as how he thought the old chap wouldn't strike first, he decided to strike first blow by charging forward and hammering down in the elderly gent's position with the flat end of his sword for 88 DP of damage. Hence releasing the blow in a quick forceful manner, he would pause soon after his scream of the swing to observe damage.

[Doomed1]

OoC: ... Fool! You have to state your HP and EP after every attack. And preferrably your stats, so I don't have to look down to calcuclate.

[ticktockclok]

"Hey, yoooo homies! Wat's a hapenin'. Can i jjjoooooooing in 'da fun, dudes? Wats that book about?!?! Hahahaha, bookworms, bookworms, nye, nya, nya, nye, nya, nye. Wats yous fighting' abou'. Kin I fight tooo?!"

Ooc: Lol. Lets just say I'm drunk.

Looogs out. lol

This post has been edited by ticktockclok: 25 September 2004 - 02:43 AM

[Ruckus Fox]

OOC: x.x EESCH!...Hold your horses, this is my first Fight RP on DS...The stats are as follows,

HP: 240
EP: not sure...around 100 or 120.. x.x need to talk to obi YM: 245
Str: 7 (plus 5 in lycan form, plus 5 for the brandy)
Intel: 3 (plus 5 for half human form....which it is)
Wave Sword: 10+ str bonus -75 DP barrier.

[Doomed1]

OOC: Ah, so the damage is correct then...

~Brankist grunts, but he knew how to conceal himself from looking hurt.~

HP: 242//240 (
EP: 250
Strength: 10 (15 x 2 = 30 DP [+5 brandy] )
Intelligence: 10 (10 x 12 = 120 EP)

Brankist brings his rod downward, and leaps up into the air. With a backlashing strike, he deals a lightning blow to Lucien for 30 DP!

OOC (again): I can't hit you with that Wave Sword. It won't work... Does the -75 DP only last for one battle? Please...

[Ruckus Fox]

OOC: I know....Honestly I don't know how long it lasts or if it is permanent...I should ask Obi or Hyper that...'cause Hyper made it and Obi gave it to me. but how about this...Once he wares down the -75, as in now it's -45. then he'll be vulnerable Just for you.
YM: Again, I made it, and it doesn't deflect -75 DP for more then one turn. So now it only deflects -42DP, and so on. It regenerates it's defense capability after every round.

Lucien raises his wave Sword in a defensive position and slides back some as he blocks the blow, "HMPH!...Not bad...Not bad at all..." He swung around and attemptedly smacked at the old man's right side with the blunt edge of the blade for 68 DP
(Sorry for the bad detail...Forgot the effects of Brandy wore off )
240//240

"Don't overwork yourself....I don't necissarily expect you to win any way." He said, not so cockily, but more so as a helping life line.

This post has been edited by yeah man: 25 September 2004 - 02:39 PM

[Doomed1]

~Brankist recoils back into a chair, but rushes to stand up.~

HP: 174//240 (Um... the brandy only lasts one turn.)
EP: 250
Strength: 10 (10 x 2 = 30 DP )
Intelligence: 10 (10 x 12 = 120 EP)

The old man starts chanting a foreign tounge, and his rod turns a light navy blue, while green jolts of lightning streak across it. He casts:

- Illusion (0): EC=0; Effect = Invisibility to all who enter the region after the spell's use: Turns the enchanter into a nearby object; will be removed if you move or take another action. Cannot be casted on another character.

...And turns into something...

[Ruckus Fox]

Lucien, not being follied by the trick (You forgot, it said people whom walk into the region AFTER the spell casted will not know of their prescense...However...Lucien just saw you morph sorry to say....bit of a waste of a turn there mate...) He flails his sword at the 'object' once again, causing 68 DP

240//240

OOC: (I won't post right away, gotta reboot the computer)