Kirby's Rainbow Resort

The Coliseum's THIRD iteration...

*NOTE*

The Grand Coliseum is built upon the edge of a gargantuan volcanic crater. The mountain itself has been dormant for hundreds of years, but even so, the building is structurally sound as far as earthquakes are concerned. Thousands of feet below lay the foothills and plains, and further still is a forest that surrounds the rather isolated volcano. Far in the distance, the tops of sky scrapers can be seen rising up from a city.

*END NOTE*


COLISEUM STATISTICS


NOTE THE CURRENT WEATHER IN THE COLISEUM : Clear


CURRENT CHARACTERS IN BATTLE:

Jacob(Doctor Egghead)
Pandora(Doctor Egghead)

RECENT BATTLES:

M1 vs. Sharon - Victory to M1.

Durock vs. Adrian - Victory to Durock.

Mari vs. Chrono - Victory to Chrono

Zetsara vs. M1 - Victory to M1


CHARACTERS IN LOBBY:
Tsebar Sebantine (Fighter Kirby)
Kitahn Remfell (Fighter Kirby)
Rayd (Fighter Kirby)
Zetsara (Fighter Kirby)
Degauss (Monobear)
Kairus (Kairus)
Dusk (Kairus)
Cappy (Kupo)
Chrono (Kupo)
Theo (FrancisYorkMorgan)
Alexander (FrancisYorkMorgan)
Kaz (FrancisYorkMorgan)
Pandora (Doctor Egghead)
Spindow (Spindowl)
Acheron (Spindowl)
Poyura (Rat)
Mari Zulu (Mari)
Torvus (Plas)
Placia (Palmer)
Pontius (Fighter Kirby)
Gene Varias (Fighter Kirby)
Percy (Fighter Kirby)
INCOMING GUEST CHALLENGER. Who will it be?


(Dark red names mean that that character is a support character. They cannot be challenged to a fight, but they can still be interacted with and possess many skills outside of fighting. An NPC-type character if you will. Green names signify guest challengers.)

Introducing GUEST CHALLENGERS

Every so often I'll be bringing in guest challengers from known, popular, or possibly obscure series to engage in battle. Test your skills against fighters from other universes!

CURRENT MATCHES:

Dark Arena: Pandora (Doctor Egghead) VS Jacob (Spindowl)

OPEN MATCHES:



RULES FOR THE ARENA:

-You can challenge any other characters in the lobby to a fight via PM. Lable your message as "Arena" or "Challenge", or something along those lines to let them know that you want to challenge them.

-If your opponent accepted your challenge, you may come to the arena to fight each other.

-During a match, you may surrender at anytime (Counts as a loss).

-If your opponent does not reply during a match for 5 days, they automatically forfeit (This prevents lingering fights). There are additional stipulations for this, however:
- The rule can be overruled by a vote from the opposing party.
- If you continually wait for the last minute to post, you will also be on grounds for forfeit.

-Sorry, kiddies, no healing spells/skills/items.

- No possession-esque abilities. (Psychic abilities teeter on the line of this rule. Anything involving mind-control is a no-go unless OK'd by the opponent.)

-Remember, NO GODMODDING!

This includes, but is not limited to : Tanking damage repeatedly, constantly insta-dodging, nigh-impervious anything (IE shields, barriers, unstoppable attacks, etc.) as anything can be stopped / broken if someone is clever enough.


FACILITIES:

Room of Spirit and Time - The newly relocated (and temporal-spell altered) gravity room. Opening the door brings you into a room of infinite size where one can train; fight against gravity, simulations, or both!

Weapon Rentals - Yes, the coliseum has a little shop where you can rent weapons for free.
They only rent out conventional weapons such as swords, axes, lances, halberds, etc. They also rent out shields, too. While these are for rent, keep in mind that they are standard-issue weapons made of regular steel (In other words, they have no special abilities or anything).

Diner - A restaurant. I think that's enough description.

Infirmary - Heal your wounds here. Medical restoration pods, doctors, and nurses can be found here. Also the location of Pontius' Man Cave. Enter at own risk.

Should be noted here that there's also a large city in the distance that you can travel to if you so desire!

ARENA TYPES:

STANDARD - Just your basic arena with a dirt ground. Has an open ceiling and is effected by the outside weather.

STONE - Large ring with numerous boulders and rocks everywhere. Use the terrain to your advantage. Has an open ceiling and is effected by the outside weather.

WATER - Large circular ring with a ring of water around the outside. Water and ice users will like this. Be mindful of your footwork, as the stone is wet and slippery kids. Has an open ceiling and is effected by the outside weather.

FIRE - Large ring with a gurgling moat of lava around the edges. Occasionally, fire and molten rock belch forth upon the actual arena! Keep an eye on your surroundings! Utilizing the walls may prove useful. Has an open ceiling and is effected by the outside weather.

DARK - This pitch black arena makes it hard to see, and there are four lanterns dimly lighting the corners. Dark users will enjoy the large amount of shadows to manipulate, and stealth fighters can also gain an advantage. Regardless, one must rely on other senses than sight. This is a closed-ceiling arena.

ELECTRIC - Surges of lighting can be felt through this hexagonal-shaped arena. The Tesla Coils in the corners of the arena are adorned with lighting orbs, which store massive amounts of electric power. Lightning users can draw power from the orbs, or smash their opponents into them for heavy damage. This is a closed-ceiling arena.

GRAVITY - Gravity can be set before the match, being lowered or increased to change the difficulty of battle substantially! It could also be switched around by an outside force at random, if requested, to make things...interesting. This is a closed-ceiling arena.

JUNGLE - Modeled after nature, and secured in a bio-dome of sorts. This arena features thick foliage and fauna in a rain forest-like setting. Sunlight comes in through the thick, glass-like enclosure. This arena is a bit larger than the others to make better use of the setting. The stream running through the center of the arena, coupled by the humidity and steady patter of rain can be distracting. The tall grass and thick trees are perfect for the sneaky types who prefer guerrilla tactics. This is a closed-ceiling arena.

ARCTIC - A large, cold arena. The stone floor is frigid to the touch, and is kept so by the arctic wind that blasts through the arena. Snow gathers in drifts across the surface, hiding dangerous pit falls beneath. The outer moat is frozen over, as is the large pool of water in the center of the ring. Be careful not to break the ice and fall in, or slip for that matter! Even the stone floor has patches of black ice. This is a closed-ceiling arena.

MATCH TYPES:

DUEL - A match between two characters. Two go in, one comes out.

BATTLE ROYAL - A match between three or four characters. Last one standing wins.

TAG TEAM - A two-on-two battle. Last team with a character(s) standing wins.

DOUBLE/TRIPLE TEAM - A two-on-one or three-on-one fight. The solo fighter had better be powerful...

FORMAT:

Once you and your opponent(s) have agreed to fight, the first poster of the match needs to post the specs of the match in this format:

Match Type:
Characters Participating:
Ring Type:

TIPS

-Try not to post your attack and say that it hits in the same post. Because in a real fight, no attack is guaranteed to hit.

-Avoid posting just the name of your attack or skill. I don't think that everybody knows what "Burning Phoenix Rage" looks like, do you?

-In tag team battles, there's more to it than just both of you attacking at the same time. Perhaps you could combine skills for devastating attacks... (Put those PM's to good use!)

Just follow these rules, and have fun killing RPing with each other! Remember, you can't spell "slaughter" without "laughter"!

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At the front of the Coliseum, a long, red ribbon extended from one side of the main entrance to the other. Someone had tied a bow into the ribbon in the center, making the barricade seem elegant.

A large pair of scissors leaned against the wall, prepared for this moment. Glod went over and picked them up. He opened and closed the scissors a few times, just to make sure everything was in working order. He felt the edge of each blade. Nice and sharp.

He took the scissors, which were slightly larger than he was, and carried them over to the bow in the center of the ribbon. Lifting the scissors over his head, he cut the ribbon into two sections, thus opening the Grand Coliseum!

"Let the games begin!" Glod shouted.

All of the Coliseum participants, workers, and fans stampeded in, tripping Glod over and trampling his small metal frame. When the dust cleared, all that was left was his battered body and a dull, slightly bent-up pair of scissors.

There was were two new arena's nearing the completion of their construction within the coliseum and Plas had offered to help out with both of them. They were the "gravity chamber" and "jungle arena." The gravity chamber was technologically advanced, and the schematics of it left the tiger dumbfounded and confused. He didn't understand how gravity could be increased, lowered, or even completely nullified, it hurt his head to even try to think about it.

The forest arena simulated your standard jungle, plant life and trees were everywhere and would give fighters plenty of cover or places to hide if they needed. It also had weather machines to simulate the different conditions you'd find in the jungle. Such as heavy rain, or great heat and humidity. The plants and trees were real, but had amazing regenerative abilities, so if they were destroyed, they'd regrow rapidly after battles were finished. This was a spot somebody like Plas would feel right at home in.

Plas was currently in the gravity chamber, he stood in the middle and turned around slowly as he took in the view. The room itself was pretty massive. He felt dwarfed by it's sheer size. The walls, ceilings and floors were layered with materials that absorbed shock and were damage resistant.

Appearance wise it was modeled to look like the insides of a derelict futuristic space station. It was dimly lit, and the everything was gritty and metallic looking. The room had the facade of having gone through a hellish space battle. Plas thought it was a nice touch.

Unlike the other zones, the spectator stands were separated from the arena by forcefields, so during low-G or null gravity conflicts they wouldn't end up floating into the battlefield. It would certainly keeps things interesting for those watching, if they got bored they could fool around and imagine they were astronauts, or floating in space.

The tiger was in a bit of a daze as he began to imagine himself in space, exploring some kind of ship. Maybe it was a vessel for space pirates. He pictured himself floating through corridors equipped in a battle suit or power armor that had a plasma cannon in his hand. "Pew pew" he whispered as he closed his eyes and imagined himself shooting aliens.

A Waddle Dee whistled to him to snap him out of his day dream. He laughed at the silly expression on the tiger's face. Plas shook his head as he came back to reality. He looked at the Waddle Dee and smiled. The Waddle Dee was wearing a Samus helmet. Apparently the new copy ability vendor had finally set up shop, and even had "Smash Bros." abilities in supplies. He'd definitely would have to check it out later.

"Hey there! What's up" the tiger cheerfully shouted out to the waddle dee." "We're about to begiin testing and calibrating the gravity systems, get ready tiger!" the Dee responded. The waddle dee closed the door and returned to the control panel. A random Plasma wisp teleported into the room and floated next to Plas. "Hey there!, Get ready! First up is strong gravity!" The sentient cloud of plasma said to the tiger.

Plas didn't even get a chance to brace himself as the genators created a massive gravitation field. He collapsed and slammed hard into the floor, it was so intense he felt like his body was crushed. He yelled with labored breath to the plasma wisp, who was seemingly unaffected. "You could have done it in increments ya know!

He used his powerful arms to push himself up and onto his knees, and then into a standing position. "Now what?" He asked the wisp. "Try running and jumping!" it responded. Plas made a dash around the arena, his feet stomped heavily as he ran. He must have been more than twice his normal weight in this gravity, and he could feel his muscles tiring out more quickly. Not thinking of how the gravity would effect his jumps, he made a leap a wall and attempted to perform a triangle jump. Unfortunately he jumped from too great a distance and ended up slamming into the ground and skidding into the wall. "........." He didn't have anything to say on how foolish he felt.

"Okay! next up, Low gravity!" the green glowing gas shouted. All the force bearing down on the tiger suddenly lifted, and he felt light as a feather. He bounced around the room, his running lookked more like hopping as every step the took lifted him a couple feet into the air and then decended slowly and floaty. When he landed he looked around and smile "Now this is fun!" he exclaimed. He bent his knees, and then propelling himself like a spring, he jumped into the air. In Normal gravity he had a high jump as it was, but this time he shot right up into the air and found himself up about a hundred feet or so in moments.

The low gravity was TOO low for his liking. He screamed in horror and he looked down "GET ME DOWN FROM HERE". When he began slowly descending, his intelligence overcame his instincts and he immediately calmed down. He realized he wasn't in any real danger. When he landed, he repeated the jump over again, this time having more fun as he rose high into the air and floated down like a feather. He could do this for hours if given the chance.

When eh was finished and landed slowly, the plasma wisp called out to him again. "Okay, get ready, this time we're going into null gravity!" The green cat looked on with a bit of sadness, he was having so much fun with low gravity he didn't want to change modes.

Suddenly all the gravity in the room ceased, and Plas found himself floating helplessly in the air, His sad expression faded, and a huge toothy smile crossed his muzzle as he realized just how much more fun he could have in null gravity.

He was literally flying, something he always dreamed of doing despite his horrible acrophobia. He spun and flailed around wildly in the air as he tried to figure out how to stabilize himself. He grew a bit dizzy and a bit motion sick from all the spinning. When he finally stabilized, he found it hard to determine what direction was which. In gravity there was a definite up and own, but in zero G, none of that applied. It didn't take him long to realize this, and he decided that the walls would be his 'down" and the east his up, so the floors and ceilings were his sides.

Next he had to figure out how to propel himself. He didn't have psionics or any form of levitation so he couldn't use those to push himself. The plasma wisp flew in an orbit around the tiger, chuckling and teasing him, it was a bit annoying, but it did give Plas an idea. Maybe he could use his own plasma abilities to propel himself through the air.

He smiled happily at his so-called "witty idea" and then tossed off his clothes until he was bare. He wasn't about to ruin them for the sake of fun or experimentation. His vest and jeans floated around the chamber and he built up his aura. He was able to draw from the plasma wisp who was orbiting nearby, so process was nearly instantaneous. His aura glowed with a green light as it sparked and crackled around his body. The plasma wisp frowned as it put him to shame.

The plasma wisp laughed and grabbed Plas by the feet, then playfully pushed him, causing him to somersault through the air. "Whoooooaa! The tiger shouted as he spun rapidly through the air. He still hadn't figured out how to move around himself and he was heading right for a wall. He curled up and used his feet to brace himself for impact. When he 'landed" he used his to spring himself off the wall and flew towards the plasma wisp in an attempt to tackle it. "This is one way I could move myself around" he thought, as he quickly approached the helper with his arms stretched out. The plasma wisp was too busy laughing to notice the tiger and try to move out of the way. It didn't matter though, when Plas tried tackling it, but he simply passed right through like a ghost, and then floated towards the next wall.

His aura turned blue as it grew stronger when it absorbed some of the plasma the wisp was composed of. He was worried but fortunately when he looked back the creature seemed unharmed as well.

This time when Plas came close to the wall, he fired off a bunch of weak plasma bolts. and this slowed his momentum until he came to a complete stop. This was just what he had hoped would happen. He could use his aura to propel himself at various velocities using small burst of plasma, and could likewise stabilize himself when things went out of control.

"This is going to be fun!" he said with a grin as he turned around and positioned himself towards the opposite wall and let of small sparks of plasma from his back to push himself forward like a jet pack. After a bit of experimentation he was flying around effortlessly, just like the plasma wisp.

He noticed that somebody was floating around in the spectators stands watching him fool around, but he couldn't make out who.

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"Do not shower with your napalm, do not yell at it, do not taunt it, do not call it names, do not sacrifice animals/people to your napalm." -Napalm.net

RP Character Profiles

Darky, a small black kirby with a shiny new cutter hat scratched himself and wandered into the gravity stadium, where he realized he was not alone.

"Oh. Hi. are you going to be here long?" He said looking up. "It's just that i reserved this stadium for a match against a mister" He looked at a piece of paper in his hand "Plas? Oh, by the way, do you know this ki-, this per-, this... being?"

Above him, a voice replied "That would be me!" it belonged to a green tiger floating around the room.

Well, here goes nothing thought Darky, mustering up the courage.

It just wasn't in his nature to lie
"Welll" he said, rolling his "ll"s
"it appeares that we're going to fight. This letter turned up in my letterbox last week! and somehow, this colisiseum wasn't here two minutes ago! Either there's a time paradox going on or it's unexplainable!"

He waited for an explanation. his head had started smoking slightly.

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these are rpg charecters. they could be said to be mine.
My current RP: The Indomitable Great Cave Offensive

Rayd wiped the sweat from his brow. The weather outside today was rather hot, and the sun was mercilessly bearing down on his bare back. He had his shirt wrapped around his waist; it fell upon his legs much like a set of faulds. Adella's necklace glistened in the light as it was jaunted around while dangling from his neck. He was finishing up the rest of the construction of the Gravity Arena for Ben. He had just wrapped up the last of the checklist as he clapped his dirty, wet hands together. He was actually way atop the Coliseum structure, on the roof. The view from there was amazing, and Rayd was drinking it in almost as fast as the water he was chugging down. It had been roughly six months since the former Coliseum was destroyed by an ill-fated battle between the competitors and a group of newcomers who felt it necessary to haphazardly show off their strength. The foolish duo escaped through a portal of their own creation, much to the confusion of the Coliseum-goers.

This new Coliseum was built in a bizarre tundra environment. There was a large city visible in the distance, far past the winding, wooded valleys. The Coliseum itself stood a top an enormous bluff jutting out of an ancient volcano. The altitude was low, since the volcano had all but destroyed itself hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Now, by normal means, six months would be an incredibly short time to build such a monolithic structure. However, Zetsara and Cade ordered a special favor from their Atlantian comrades for the aid they had provided in the past. The country provided them with a few workers, but, most importantly, Zetsara brought back nanites. The microscopic machines sped the construction process to unprecedented levels.

Rayd sat down on the ledge of the great archway above the Coliseum entrance, letting his legs dangle off the side of the building while he watched Glod cut the ribbon.

"Well...here we go," He said, smiling.

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"A battle here? Now?" Plas grunted in dismay. "What is administration on, we're not even finished rebuilding" he thought to himself, as he rolled his eyes.

The plasma wisp assistant teleported out of the gravity chamber, likely to the control room to assist with resetting the gravity to normal. Plas, who had gotten used to the feeling of being weightless suddenly found himself falling to the ground. He shifted his body and landed with a roll to break his fall.

He was about to dissipate his aura when he noticed a cleaning bot carting away his clothing. "HEY! Get back here with that! he shouted at the dumb machine, it didn't listen so he fired bolt of plasma. The robot exploded violently and another bot came swiftly to clean up the mess. Plas grumbled, shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the Kirby.

The plasma coated tiger towered over the puff, and he looked like he could crush him with just his foot. "I'm sorry, where were we?" He said with a toothy grin before noticing the smoke rising from the tiny Kirby's head... He didn't have an explanation for why the Coliseum couldn't be found.

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"Do not shower with your napalm, do not yell at it, do not taunt it, do not call it names, do not sacrifice animals/people to your napalm." -Napalm.net

RP Character Profiles

Suddenly Darky realized something that had not crossed his mind before:
His head was smoking.

"OH GOD! FIRE! IT BURNS!"He shouted while doing a jig in the air

Impossibly enough, a vortex opened up, swallowed the piece of paper he held in his hands, upon which it was delivered to Darky's front door.

At this point. the universe had had enough paradoxes that it had decided to solve all of them more or less at once, using vortexes.

Yeah.

After his head had stopped smoking he waited for the reply.
And then he realized that he hadn't given the question.

"Well?" he said, trying to keep the scared out of his voice.

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these are rpg charecters. they could be said to be mine.
My current RP: The Indomitable Great Cave Offensive

Plas stared at the space where the vortex had appeared and then disappeared " .... I hope more of those don't show up" he mumbled. he shook his head and looked back at the Kirby "Well?" the puff said, his voice filled with intimidation.

Plas thought about it for a moment, the gravity chamber hadn't been finished yet, and still needed testing. He grinned "Sure" he said, "A battle would be great for testing the arena!"

He walked away and then turned his head, "I'll just be a moment." He said and then summoned the plasma wisp from earlier. The two of them exchanged words before it gave a thumbs up and teleported off again.

The dark Kirby tapped his feet on the ground as he waited patiently. Plas came back with a grin on on his face. "Well everything is all set, we'll fight here, and gravity will low.

"Come at me!" He got into a defensive stance, bared his razor sharp claws and gave a terrifying battle roar. His aura flared, it gave off an intense heat and wildy shot off sparks of plasma and electricity.

The arena's gravity shifted and both fighters felt lighter, music even began to play over the speakers. It was Marx's Battle theme from Kirby Super Star.

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"Do not shower with your napalm, do not yell at it, do not taunt it, do not call it names, do not sacrifice animals/people to your napalm." -Napalm.net

RP Character Profiles

((Understood))

Darky watched the tiger as he prepared himself, then he rolled his eyes and looked inside of himself, wherin: a Jet ability bubble and two Radioactive Lollies. He then started preparing himself.

He did so by stretching his claws in front of himself and casting a blush glow around the area.

By this, he could get the ritual underway.

"The necromancy begins now!" He cried.

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these are rpg charecters. they could be said to be mine.
My current RP: The Indomitable Great Cave Offensive

"Necromancy?" Plas cringed when hearing the word. If there was one thing that terrified him and caused him nightmares, it was zombies. They were not something he ever wanted to have to deal with, and just thinking about them sent shivers down his spine. If there was anything that was on, it would certainly be nightmares.

The tiger held his stance, figuring he'd at least be protected by his aura and the intense heat it radiated. Anything getting in proximity of him would be incinerated.

He looked at Darkly, and then to the ground in front of the Kirby as he performed his dark ritual. Decayed hands began rising out of the metallic floor some how. Still, Plas refused to make a first move.

He remained calm and waited; planning ahead to what he'd do when the summoning was over. This was going to be a match he'd want to end quickly afterwards.

He shivered and grimaced as he thought about the undead army and what he decided he'd do whenever the summoning was finished.

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"Do not shower with your napalm, do not yell at it, do not taunt it, do not call it names, do not sacrifice animals/people to your napalm." -Napalm.net

RP Character Profiles

Alexander and Kaz had gotten there a few minutes slash hours ago. They were staring at the ceiling, shock and awe.

"I'm bored, Kaz." Kaz said nothing.

"Any ideas?" Kaz still said nothing.

"Fine." Alexander just stared at the blank TV screen in the hopes that something would eventually appear.

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Meet the Magical Murder Crew, I suppose. There's also some other guys there, don't know what's up with him. You know anything about that, Zach?

As Darky watched the reactions of his foe, he noticed two things. First, he squirmed whenever someone mentioned zombies. Second he relied on his green aura thing quite a lot.


Green usually means electricity.

Nervous ticks, could mean everything here, and so could a weapons triangle.

What beats electrics?

,it's transmitted by metals, so...

All these processes went through Darky's head so quickly that it did not make much impact and then he realized that, against all reason, his hands had grown white.

"Oh bug-" he swore before all motor functions shut down for a moment.


In his mind, Darky saw the endless plains of the desert of death, watched over by the shadowy form of a cougar chained to a form of human, if you could tell by the cloak.

The effect was spoit by the badge:"Hi, my name is DEATH !"

"Umm... Sir?"

The shadowy figure turned his hood towards him. "Yes" it said in a voice that sounded like the closing of a coffin lid.

"Er.. it's me sir, Darky, sir. I need a few zombies."
The figure gestured to a group of graduate students who had died and had passed all eternity playing D&D.
"Right. Thank you, sir.
He nodded and set off towards the tundra.


Back in the real world, Darky realized that he was at the head of an impromptu army, or rugby scrum sqaud.
"All right men! Forwards march! He said in a suitable voice.
He then saw the plasma.
"Halt. Wait for my signal!"
In a surprisingly sudden move, he threw his cutter blade (now with magnet lock!) across the field, in a bid that the magnet inside the cutter hat would attract all of the shield, leaving the shield useless and the tiger open to attack.
Just to be sure, he clambered up the nearest nerd, and with a squelch he climbed his head,
"Attack!" he yelled and the undead hoard charged.

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these are rpg charecters. they could be said to be mine.
My current RP: The Indomitable Great Cave Offensive

Unfortunately for Plas, the cutter had worked as Darkly planned, the coat of Plasma was completely stripped away from tiger's body and he stared at the blade in dismay and utter disbelief. Then smile crossed his muzzle when he noticed the plasma wrapped around the cutter while it was returning to Darkly like a boomerang. The rows of rushing of zombies bursted into flames and burned to dust, as the blade flew through the crowd.

Plas was simply going to do somersault into the crowd and turn himself into a blazing buzzsaw to destroy the army, but this made things so much easier. Plas may have been aura-less, but plasma powers weren't the only thing he had. Certainly they weren't a crutch, he still had access to blinding speed, agility and great physical strength and even though the zombies may have been numerous, they were weak, clumsy and slow.

He quickly darted after the plasma powered cutter and followed as it cleared out a path, leaving a wake of ashes and flames behind it.

Thanks to the low gravity, his sprint became more like flying and he was able to catch up to it and catch it in his paws before Darkly could attempt reclaim it or it disintegrated. The giant cat landed with a slide against the slick metal floor, the razor sharp claws on his feet caused sparks as they scraped against he metallic floor bringing him to a halt.

Zombies had somehow quickly surrounded him and he shivered again as he gazed upon their grotesque forms. He was afraid, and he wasn't going to hide it, but he wasn't about to let his fear get the best of him.

He looked around for the puffball but couldn't spot him in the group. "This isn't good, I have to think of a way to clear them out." he said to himself as the zombies drew close.

The group went to tackle him to the ground, but he sprung into the air and over their heads at the last second. As he rose high into the air he looked around to find Darkly.

Spotting him he waited until he reached the apex of his jump. He could have used the weapon to reconstitute his barrier, but he knew it would probably just get ripped off again, so he threw the super heated cutter into the group. The remaining zombies erupted into flames as it passed by and headed right for the tiny puff.

He grunted and cringed as he landed gently from a slow decent as realized that his aura was at it's safe limit when it was stripped away. This meant that if the cutter hit darkly, he'd feel the full force of all that energy, and If it missed, there would still be splash damage from an explosion.

Plas extended all of his claws and for prepared to rush in for another strike as he watched the blade fly.

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"Do not shower with your napalm, do not yell at it, do not taunt it, do not call it names, do not sacrifice animals/people to your napalm." -Napalm.net

RP Character Profiles

Rayd turned, startled by the sudden whir-hum of the gravity drives kicking into gear a ways behind him on the roof. He had a confused look, wondering why they were already starting up.

"Are they using the new stadium already?" He thought to himself as a cumulus cloud slowly covered the coliseum grounds in a blanket of shade. Rayd pushed off the roof with a sigh, falling the few hundred feet that separated the roof from the ground below. He landed, dropping to one knee and bracing the impact by touching down on his right hand as well. He noticed some of the guards tending to Glod, who seemed to be laying under one of the archways. Judging from the footprints covering him, he had to have been trampled. Rayd walked slowly behind the guards as they whisked his old friend towards the infirmary.

Deciding he should probably wash up before doing anything else, he headed towards his quarters. His skin was a bit darker due to the days spent outside helping to build this Goliath-sized structure. The cool air on the innards of the corridors was a refreshing pick-me-up compared to the blistering heat outside. Rayd welcomed the cold shower in his room with open arms.

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Cade walked down the hall just outside Rayd's room. Zetsara was slightly ahead of him, acting...strange. She moved close to Rayd's door, against the wall to the side. Cade was wearing his "common" clothes, dressed in dark brown pants and a green t-shirt. A black strung necklace hung tightly on his throat, tied to it a silver cross. On his right wrist was a black leather bracer with a sparkling diamond engraved in the center.

He stood off to the side, Zetsara waving him to keep back with a big grin on her face. She looked half-annoyed that Cade was even there, or maybe that was Cade's imagination. He stood back further, leaning against the wall with his wings folded closely to his back. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

He thought to himself "God help that poor man...", then immediately realized that fallen angels didn't really get that priveledge in the first place. He chuckled slightly under his breath.

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Character Profile:Cade Artimis

((What are radioactive lollipops? Could you please explain them and what they do?))

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((The super candy from the kirby games. ))

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these are rpg charecters. they could be said to be mine.
My current RP: The Indomitable Great Cave Offensive

(Oh okay! Well, I don't think invincibility items are allowed Ask Rayd!))

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"Do not shower with your napalm, do not yell at it, do not taunt it, do not call it names, do not sacrifice animals/people to your napalm." -Napalm.net

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((Yeah, healing skills/magic/items aren't allowed. That would include something that grants invulnerability, as that's rather unfair.))

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((Really? I thought that rule meant Healing Items. And I only meant to use it as a sort of rush attack, or full body tackle. Oh well, easy come, easy go.

From this point forth, instead of some candy, Darky has the copy abilities wheel and... yo-yo, because they both involve baseball caps.))

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these are rpg charecters. they could be said to be mine.
My current RP: The Indomitable Great Cave Offensive