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Post by OBERON MALUS on Feb 18, 2012 23:36:20 GMT -5
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BORN IN A WAR OF OPPOSITE ATTRACTION
TORN BY THE ARMS OF OPPOSITE DIRECTION
▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪[style=width: 320px; font-face: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;] Fair enough. That isn't how I intended the question to be interpreted but whatever. What I meant to ask was what do you do for a living that it brought you to karate island. Obeorn's smile turned into a slight frown. It wasn't an outright frown but more of a still face. The man had asked a dangerous question and posed a great threat between him and Oberon. The moment of truth was finally about to come out. If this man was truly a pirate then it would simply mean a battle would have to begin. Of course Oberon would not instigate the battle. He had no care for random violence at the moment. But he could not say for certain what the man would do if he was a pirate. If he was a marine the situation could go the same way but of course there would be a chance that he wouldn't care. Still Oberon could feel his sword throbbing like it was hungry. He shifted his face so that it would lighten up and not seem so dark before he would casually say "Well then, if you must know. I capture pirates. I am a bounty hunter Mr.NoahThere he said it. Worst comes to worst the man would instigate some sort of attack towards him but he would hope not. Though he only met this man just now he quite enjoyed his company. Oberon's intuitions of course were always right. His first impressions were always right but of course..... there is a first for everything. He would lighten up his face into a care free smirk still gazing at the man waiting for his move, hoping it wouldn't be hostile. His hands grew restless waiting for the chance to grab his sword and prepare to draw. Oberon could only hope for the best.
ooc: omg stop saying that your posts are too short -___- they make me feel so bad that mine are shorter xD [/style] MADE BY LOVE SOLFEGE OF OTE ! |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 11:48:03 GMT -5
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[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454;]Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe[/style]
[style=font-family: ConcursoModerne BTN Lt; font-weight: bold; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 14pt; color: #545454; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px;]So give me the drug[/style][style=overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial-Narrow; font-size: 8.6pt; color: #545454; width: 300px; height: 300px; float: right; background-color: D6D6D6; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154; padding: 5px;]A bounty hunter. Noah made sure to keep his expression blank when Oberon spoke. He found it interesting that this new acquaintance was in the same line of work as him. It made sense that Oberon hadn't been so quick to speak up considering that most people would start a fight over that piece of information. An idea crossed through his mind and he wondered whether or not he should go through with it. Oberon had no idea what it is Noah did so if the latter decided to attack the former for a bit of fun who would question it? Noah was still a bit hungover so his movements wouldn't be as precise and effective as before but then again it wouldn't be a fight to the death. Noah could merely confess later if things got heated and say he was just screwing around.
It didn't take much more than to convince Noah that he should go ahead and test out the other bounty hunter. What was the worst that could happen? The white haired bounty hunter could get a little upset but besides that there was nothing to really worry about. It wasn't like Noah had come to the island to make friends anyway. Reaching for the staff hidden by his shirt, he made sure to keep his eyes on those of Oberon. After grabbing a firm hold of the staff, he jerked his foot up and sent the table flying up in the air. As the table went into the air he rolled backwards sending the chair toppling over and rolled on the ground for a bit. Rolling to a crouch he jumped to his feet and pulled the staff out so that it was at its full length. “Ready to play bounty hunter?”[/style]
[style=background-color: #D6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; width: 110px; margin-top: -30px;] [/style][style=background-color: #d6d6d6; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #545454; margin-left: 5px; font-family: Arial-narrow; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: undercase; width: 110px; height: 200px; font-size: 7.6pt; color: #545454; text-transform: lowercase;] words!? 297
notes!? Quick and to the point
tags!? Obe
music!? Hopsin
lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style]
[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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Post by OBERON MALUS on Feb 19, 2012 12:58:02 GMT -5
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BORN IN A WAR OF OPPOSITE ATTRACTION
TORN BY THE ARMS OF OPPOSITE DIRECTION
▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪ ▫ ▪[style=width: 320px; font-face: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;] Everything happened fast but it wasn't fast enough for Oberon to be disoriented. He had expected a fight after all. The second that he heard the thump of the mans foot on bottom of table his left hand had swung to the hilt while he pushed himself backwards rolling off the chair. While his rolling maneuver was played his right hand flung to the hilt of his blade and as he came standing from his position he would draw his blade so that it was in full light of the situation. It would seem that the man had performed the same pushing back maneuver that Oberon attempted and he would be at least 5 meters away from Oberon which was quite strange. Him landing there could possibly mean that he landed in his vomit earlier but of course that wasn't Oberon's main focus right now. He could see his enemies staff standing there as he held a firm tight grip on it. "Ready to play bounty hunter?" A smile smirked over his own face. People seemed to flee from the spot as the commotion began. The people in the cafe would seem to cower in fear as the two men had drawn weapons towards each other but it couldn't be helped after all. The man had challenged him and the challenge would be accepted. The man had just performed a tuck and roll and a jump while hungover. He couldn't be too much in a stable position but Oberon would soon see. "Not really. But of course I am guessing I will have no choice. As the young ones would say..... Come at me bro. 5 meters. A staff vs a sword. This could get pretty fun. [/style] MADE BY LOVE SOLFEGE OF OTE ! |
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Post by Noah Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 15:22:38 GMT -5
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[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454;]Knees are weak, hands are shaking, I can't breathe[/style]
[style=font-family: ConcursoModerne BTN Lt; font-weight: bold; font-size: 30pt; line-height: 14pt; color: #545454; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px;]So give me the drug[/style][style=overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial-Narrow; font-size: 8.6pt; color: #545454; width: 300px; height: 300px; float: right; background-color: D6D6D6; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; border-top: 10px groove #547154; border-bottom: 10px groove #547154; padding: 5px;]Dizziness. That was what Noah felt from the slight bit of physical activity he had just done but he fought it down and took control of himself. The hungover was going to make this a hassle but he could use a little excitement and sweat, perhaps that would even help him work past the after effects of alcohol. He glanced for a brief moment at Oberon's weapon of choice. It was a sword which meant that any misplaced fingers on the part of Bristow would mean loss fingers and lots of blood. He would have to be careful considering that if he went all out it wasn't like he would make Oberon lose and arm or a leg but the other could certainly do so to him. He doubted that Oberon would have enough skill to do so but one could never really judge someone based merely off of appearances.
Oberon spoke and Noah complied. Twirling his staff around his body, he took a few slow steps forward before pushing off with his left leg. Jumping into the air, he gripped the end of his staff as if it were a baseball bat and swung it as hard as he could at Oberon. No doubt the other bounty hunter would block it but it would also make it seem like Noah was now open. However, he could break his staff down into separate pieces and get off a successful surprise attack if need be. On top of that it would make Oberon think he was reckless and thus make the white haired act more reckless. The only real downside he could see to this would be if Oberon somehow managed to slice through the staff which would lead to some rather big problems on Noah's part considering it was the only weapon that he had.[/style]
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notes!? Quick and to the point
tags!? Oberon
music!? The Weeknd
lyrics!? Injection by Rise Against[/style]
[style=font-family: Arial-narrow; font-size: 7.6pt; line-height: 10pt; color: #334433; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #D6D6D6; height: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed #545454; border-bottom: 1px dashed #545454; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;] credits to LIKEABOSS at ON THE EDGE[/style]
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