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Post by The Master on Oct 18, 2011 19:35:50 GMT -5
Koschei, your mind doesn't scare me. If that's why you were worried. She said in a smooth and calming voice. Her voice was like a balm, hopefully. If he entered her mind, he would find that he held just as high of a place in her mind as Thete did. Not as high, but nearly there. Then there was the fact that her mind was literally nothing but rows and rows of information carefully organized. Sometimes beams of light could be seen snapping between information, filling the mental air with a sort of electrical feel.
A thin smile. That's not what I'm worried about, he responded. It's just, you know, kind of intimate. Feels a little weird, what with you and Thete...
The organization of her mind was interesting, though. Something to think about, later.
The Guitarist steadied himself, took up the traditional boxing stance and waited. "I'm up for it. We playing for money?"
"Nah," Kos answered. "That's boring. Bragging rights."
"All right," Thete announced, raising his hand. "Begin."
Kos fell into his stance, slowing his breathing and trying to open up his perceptions. It was rare that the match went to the first to strike, after all.
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Post by Seren Ash on Oct 18, 2011 20:18:41 GMT -5
Libby was ready and waiting, she calmly slipped into a complimentary pose, a series of sequences running through her mind. She never let the opponent push her into the first move. Not in spars like this, in fights in school? She'd get in as quick as she could. Then out as quick as she could. She was not keen on fights lasting very long, when it came to school. Here though? That was another matter.
She made sure that Koschei had the option of looking at everything filtering through her mind. She was dead set on making sure that they worked as a flawless unit. She knew that it was the step towards Victory. She was very interested in this dubbed "Warchive" though, and would likely sit down with him later and learn what he had to say. To Archive it and catalog it. To make a guide of sorts in the future, or a novelization of her mentality that would be able to be reminded to her, in the future.
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Post by Flynn Delta on Oct 20, 2011 12:53:11 GMT -5
Flynn closed his eyes, and made psychic contact with The Guitarist.
"Listen, for some reason, you don't like me, if I did something to you in the past that I don't remember, I'm sorry, but if we want to win, we have to work together, Alright?" He takes a deep breath and exhales, then takes a stance and slows his hearts beats. He clenches his his fists and ignores the world outside the ring for the time being.
"Let's make sure that no one gets seriously hurt alright?" He offers with a smile.
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The Guitarist
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Never regret something that once made you smile.[A1i:6]
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Post by The Guitarist on Nov 11, 2011 20:28:25 GMT -5
Scowling to himself, he watched his two opponents take their stances. They seemed synchronized, he could only guess a psychic link had been made between the two. He wondered if that was really the best of moves...
Pausing in contemplation, Flynn's thought was placed in his head. He smirked. This was all they could think up? Seriously? He gave a 'tch' and blocked Flynn out, passing only a few words back to him.
"I don't need your help."
He gave a little laugh at Flynn's comment, spoken to everyone. He replied aloud, his ego bigger than a hot-air balloon.
"Shame, I planned on wasting you all. Ah well."
He gave the freelance, who now looked ashamed, a nod and grin. The freelance sighed, walking over to the side of the ring. He muttered, half-heartedly,
"Begin."
Whoever made the first move had the odds in their favor, so the Guitarist was sure to lunge first. At an unexpected foe, Flynn. He went straight for Flynn's head, screaming,
"I HATE TAG TEAMS ANYWAY!"
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