- Joined
- Oct 10, 2015
- Messages
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Setting:
Dusk
Wind and Rain, Thunder and Lightning
Top of a Skyscraper (30 yards square, flat)
Rules:
Get killed, you lose.
Get thrown off the roof, you lose.
No autohits, no godmodding, no puppeteering, no metagaming. The usual.
Use PM for OOC questions
72hr Time Limit.
Posting Order:
@Kibagami
@The Prophet
@AchillesHell
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The deluge was finally start to thin but only barely, violent wind whipped his loose hair and clothing and spat the water from the brim of the chonin-gasa atop his head. The chilled air bit sharply at his face. A flash of lightning lit the scene in white with a glistening sheen, the rumble that followed echoed like an angry god, as if to herald the events to come.
So he stood in wait, hands folded into the sleeve of the opposite, calm yet bursting. Peering out from beneath the brim, he silently contemplated a strategy to make the best use of the surroundings, or rather, use of the weather. The cold rain made everything slippery, the bitter chill in the air would numb exposed flesh, powerful bellows of wind came from no predictable direction, lightning strikes were, however, a concern as there were no rods on the roof to attract it. His enviro-armor shielded him from the elements and it's structure acted like a modest Faraday Cage, but lightning was Mother Nature's game and she played for keeps.
Sensing the impending arrival of his cohorts, he pulled the suit's mask from under it's collar over his mouth and nose, a brief suction hermetically sealed the enviro-armor. "It's time to play." his voice muffled by the mask and diffused by the sounds of high winds and pounding rain. His right hand crossed his waist, his fingers curled gently around the grip of his trusted katana resting in it's magnetized scabbard at his left hip. Eyes wide with child-like anticipation for battle.
@The Prophet
Dusk
Wind and Rain, Thunder and Lightning
Top of a Skyscraper (30 yards square, flat)
Rules:
Get killed, you lose.
Get thrown off the roof, you lose.
No autohits, no godmodding, no puppeteering, no metagaming. The usual.
Use PM for OOC questions
72hr Time Limit.
Posting Order:
@Kibagami
@The Prophet
@AchillesHell
--------------------------
The deluge was finally start to thin but only barely, violent wind whipped his loose hair and clothing and spat the water from the brim of the chonin-gasa atop his head. The chilled air bit sharply at his face. A flash of lightning lit the scene in white with a glistening sheen, the rumble that followed echoed like an angry god, as if to herald the events to come.
So he stood in wait, hands folded into the sleeve of the opposite, calm yet bursting. Peering out from beneath the brim, he silently contemplated a strategy to make the best use of the surroundings, or rather, use of the weather. The cold rain made everything slippery, the bitter chill in the air would numb exposed flesh, powerful bellows of wind came from no predictable direction, lightning strikes were, however, a concern as there were no rods on the roof to attract it. His enviro-armor shielded him from the elements and it's structure acted like a modest Faraday Cage, but lightning was Mother Nature's game and she played for keeps.
Sensing the impending arrival of his cohorts, he pulled the suit's mask from under it's collar over his mouth and nose, a brief suction hermetically sealed the enviro-armor. "It's time to play." his voice muffled by the mask and diffused by the sounds of high winds and pounding rain. His right hand crossed his waist, his fingers curled gently around the grip of his trusted katana resting in it's magnetized scabbard at his left hip. Eyes wide with child-like anticipation for battle.
@The Prophet