HoH season 11. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
Sun Feb 20, 2011 5:21 pm · id 297929453 · page 1
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. A tall armored figure finishes pounding the last tack into the bulletin board to hold up the match postings; using a fist instead of a hammer. Among the other items posted on the board are couches for sale, lost dogs, and one instance of "have you seen my jar of leeches?".
The bulletin board is fixed onto the side of a hallway 7 feet wide with waxed linoleum floors and incandescent lighting. Windows? Windows are for outside.
General - A hallway much like you would find in any public school.
Natural Element Resource - Drywall and rusty water from a knee-high drinking fountain.
Weapons - An industrial-sized floor waxer against the wall near the end of the hallway, a wheeled rack full of steel folding chairs, and a janitor's closet conveniently located.
Bonus Effects - Don't forget your Hall Pass.
Sun Feb 20, 2011 5:46 pm · id 297933731 · page 1
Okay, so round one was a bit of a blowout to say the least. The gap from here to now was all a bit of a blur to the changeling, who decided to grab a bit of medical attention before raiding the local lockers on the way back. He wasn't all that banged up really and the loot wasn't all that promising for such a stagnant place, but a couple of pairs of underwear and a few waves of the wand later and he was good as new, if not better for expanding on his underwear collection. But at least he was going to be set on materials for a while. The chain of supply was starting to run low ever since Ed and Soak hooked up and the sly b*****d's been getting all pissy over the ogre's late night pantie raids as of late. It was almost like he was showing an ounce or two of respect for the chick, but Wigi had his hopes up on it just being a phase.
s**t gets weird when women get in the mix.
But personal s**t aside, the changeling was tromping back to the billboard with bat in hand, whistling nonchalantly in a high pitched, happy tune as he glanced around for signs of more leaches, spinning his bat merrily all the while. It seemed like it was going to be a bit of a wait for the next guy to come by, so he figured he might luck out on another jar of snacks lingering around here.
Mon Feb 21, 2011 3:09 pm · id 298066597 · page 1
You remember the announcement board. The preliminary match-ups were posted upon that board; well, one fighter is waiting for a match after his last opponent left abruptly in the middle of their bout. Go on, don your old armor and provide for him what he wishes.
And so it had been done. The massive man had gone back to his room at the very top of the hotel, retrieved his original spiked plate armor, and he'd made his way back to the schoolhouse with the announcement board. Originally, Vince had figured this was just a joke, but after he pushed open the wide double doors and his eyes came to gaze upon the massive thing that wielded a bat skulking around infront of the board. Vince's emerald eyes gazed intently at the creature's weapon of choice before shrugging carelessly and walking forward, his hands drawing the twin axes from their appropriate sides.
"It seems, good sir, that I was willed here to be your opponent. Let us get it done with as soon as possible so that I may return to guarding everyone's best interests." Vince finished his line with a quiet sigh, a sign that his usual interest and lust for battle was not the same as it had been in previous times. The dragon's life had been rather quiet since last year's Heaven or Hell, and this year, he was not supposed to have been a competitor. It didn't matter, he figured once the fight started he'd start to regain his fury and push to defeat his opponent.
For the time being, however, he stood there, watching his opponent with lack of interest, noticing that dust particles began to rise up from the floor and float around his ankles.
Charge = .5
Draconic Transformation: Not ready .5/2.5
Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:35 pm · id 298115913 · page 1
Wigi stopped his pacing for a moment, the rhythmic strumming of his heavy footsteps disrupted rather abruptly by the entrance of some heavily armor-clad mother ******. The ogre would turn to face him, swishing his crossed-over eyes through those spikes n' axes like they were some sort of decorative ornaments. His expressions must not have registered what sort of st he was getting himself into, cause the changeling would only give the man a shrug and interrupt him mid-sentence.
Striker Nightmare Wrote:
"It seems, good sir, tha.."
"Good sir?! The ****** I look like?" He'd say in a bitter tone as he promptly hocked a loogie to the side. Bits of blood and leach still congealed to the spit, giving the mucus a nice, course texture. "I'm a leach eating, b*h beating, pantie snatching machine. I don't got room for your high society bullshit."
And like that the ogre would quickly close the distance in a dead sprint, gathering up a good chunk of mucus for another loogie as he edged himself into distance for a swing, about five feet away or so, though he would slow down a bit to get some more control on his footing towards the end. The small details like dust particles or whatever didn't really register to the guy. He only knew one thing, at that was some big ugly armored up b*****d was spitting out some bullshit chivalrous lingo and if he didn't get this round rolling he was only going to hear more and more. It was here two things would happen.
First, the loogie he was storing up would come gushing out straight for the armored guy's face. Granted 5 feet was a good distance to cover, but Wigi had lots of practice with that sorta thing. It wouldn't be hard to dodge or anything, but the sentiment of what the ogre thought of the guy was going to be pretty damn clear. Second was the swing of the bat. Wigi was going to use the momentum and force to plant himself down and take a nice, big horizontal swing towards the forward-most exposed portion of the dragon's left side, really whatever stuck out the most. As this was happening the ogre was keeping an eye on any sort of movement that looked like a lunge or attack of any kind, and was prepared to adjust the arch of his swing to compensate and intercept as needed.
Loogies, lingo, and lots of love. What a way to start the round.
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