Triple Threat Wild Card: Emil vs. Miumi

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The Triple Threat Tournament:
Wild Card Round

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This preliminary round will feature two teams fighting for entry into the first round of the tournament. Everything is on the line and everyone will give up anything to make it not only into the tournament but into the championship round to prove that they are the best threesome Confused Memories has to offer.

This round features the Unlikely Band taking on the Midnight Shade. A victory in this match counts as one point with two points advancing a team onto the next round. In the event that this match does last until the end date, the staff will decide which team deserves the point for this match based on Damage Dealt, Creativity, and Realism. There is a 4 day time limit between posts.

Posting Order: Miumi, Emil Duramis

This battle ends on December 15, 2012

[ayamu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 12px; color: #FC9098; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] BROKEN BODIES & FALLEN FOES , upon approaching the OLYIMPIAN COLLESEUM one might notice that Miumi’s face lacked it’s normal qualities, which included the childish and cheerful smirk instead it was poised in a calm manner but had an almost stone-like edge to it; ultimately making him more intimidating and stand-offish. However, his eyes on the other hand burned with flames of excitement. Those same eyes would settle upon the towering pristine, alabaster marble pillars which frame of the gargantuan area. The architect was aged and more closely related to the ruins of IVALICE , but the two radiated a different feel, these ones were welcoming and offered merriment to those whom entered while IVALICE’S were foreboding and only offered a slow demise to those whom fell to the fiends and traps within. Once he had begun to ascend the marble stairs his gaze would slide upwards resting upon the various depictions of gladiators and finally the emblem of the god of gods ZEUS . Suddenly, Miumi paused stopping mid-way up the stairs and reached into his leather holster that hung loosely at his hips and allowed his doll-like fingers to close tenderly around a piece of crisp paper. He managed to extract it without catching it upon the razor sharp edges of his beloved scythe OKAMIGA NO ONI , which remained in its collapsed three-pronged with the blade folded inwards. Once he reached the top of the stairs he would take notice of the towering doors and slowly placed his hands upon it and gave a push and to his surprise they would begin to glide inwards with ease; despite their almost comical large size. The low glow of torches lined the walls illuminating the room with a faint reddish hue as well as a few that burned an almost blinding blue. A series of gold trophies lined small slots on the wall and a more of the pillars lined the room. Miumi’s attention drifted to one of the trophies shortly after entering and silently he began to walk towards it, only upon getting close did he realize that it was approximately eight feet off the ground. Within this world Miumi felt almost like a dwarf, no a fairy in comparison and soon he began to feel a cold sweat drip down his neck as fear began to rear its ugly head. The fear stemmed from the question of what would his competition be like, or simply what monsters might trapped within this place. He was so enticed with his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the approach of a certain satyr PHIL . It was only until the gruff voice cut through the silence demanding to know why he was here. Miumi would pause and slowly twisted his neck to glance at the goat-man out of the corner of his eyes. A faint bemused smirk would spread across his features which he quickly pulled back into a blank expression as he turned. His soft voice would cut through the air but its tone held uncertainty “I’m here for the tournament ]

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There was an awkward silence that existed between the two for a moment as the conversation paused, until suddenly PHIL broke out in a haughty, boisterous laugh. Miumi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he didn’t take well to being mocked but Phil seemed unable to voice anything as his laughter continued on. Miumi slowly extended the paper to the goat man having to crouch slightly to be within his reach. It was once the goat looked over the paper that his laughter would stop dead in its track. He asked Miumi if he was sure and he would nod his head. Phil looked down almost gravely, which caused Miumi’s heart to suddenly skip a beat until Phil burst out with a sudden cheerful but still somewhat depressing welcoming. He slowly began to trudge towards another door beckoning for Miumi to follow him which Miumi did soundlessly. His heart filled with dread but to his surprise there was no fearsome beast waiting instead it was an empty arena. He looked around at the rectangular enclosing stands where people could sit. His eyes fell to opposite side of the area.

He assumed that his opponent had not yet arrived and looked towards PHIL and would reach into his holster pulling out a tiny, sable ribbon which he would use to hold his hair in a pony-tail; as his hair coming to his upper thighs would be a hindrance. He would run his fingers once it once or twice as he began to walk closer to the center slowly unzipping his leather jacket as he walked until it hung open revealing his lithe torso. He lacked any sign of muscle, but none the less was mostly just that albeit lean muscle to be precise. His shirt itself was somewhat lustrous and silky and a faint shade of aqua. He had chosen to wear a taunt pair of leather tights which still allowed him to move freely and over that he had a skirt which was checkered black, red, and white. Once he reached the center he would shake his feet once or twice to remove the sand from the front end of his heeled sandals. He ensured that all of the straps were tight enough that he couldn’t slide free and adjusted the last ones around his knees to be looser so he could bend it freely.

Once all that was done he would bring out his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI , which he would extend in front of him squeezing the mid of the shaft releasing its locking mechanism. A spray of sweltering, plush sand would arc through the air as the two outer layers of the shaft flung outwards in opposite directions while the blade remained closed until they fully extended and locked in place. It was at that moment the blade would snap open with a whoosh as it cleaved through the wind. He allowed his dichromatic eyes to close as he would remove his glasses which he only really needed for reading and placed them in his bag. He would take a few calming breathes before he would begin to practice beginning with a simple slash slowly working into a series and into intricate combos. He danced about the field with grace and precision and his movements remained fluent and flowed together effortless. He lost track of how long he had been training but when his eyes opened he felt the thin layer of sweat which lined his brow and took notice of the sheen which covered his body. PHIL whom had been watching simply said nothing, but seemed somewhat surprised that the feminine boy before him was capable of such intricate combos. Little did he know Miumi had been doing this for well over three-hundred years, albeit he could remember no more than a little over a year.

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WORDS 800 + TAGS EMIL NOTES GOODLUCK
CREDIT coded by butters of btn
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[atrb=valign, top][atrb=width, 500px, btable][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #262626; color: #fefefe; padding: 20px;][STYLE=font-family: 'helvetica neue', 'arial', sans-serif; font-weight: 300; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.4em; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 0; border-top: #c7f464 4px solid; border-bottom: #c7f464 4px solid;]What was she doing? Agreeing to team up with strangers, joining a tournament in attempt to get fame? No, possibly Emil hoped a little recognition about herself would spread words and draw her brother near. Or at least a little closer to her goal; finding his kidnapper. It did not help that one of her teammates reminded her of a female she might have encounter within the raids she helped out with her master long ago. However, this was not the time to check and chat just to see and make sure. No, this was the time to fight and fight to win. Letting out a heavy sigh, Emil secured her scarf around her neck before approaching the already opened large doors. It appears her opponent had already made their choice to show up, leaving Emil not much of her own but to battle til the end. There, she spotted someone and a tiny person with horns on their head. As much as Emil wanted to interrupt the one who seemed to be practicing his moves right before a fight, Emil merely stayed quiet and watched. It was a chance to learn their movements as quick as possible, to understand how they would swung their weapon and what weapon they had in the first place. Of course, Emil wondered why such a small person would want to take part in a battle, but she did not question it directly. After her travels, she have met all sorts of people and many of those who would appear innocent, but pack the biggest punch. Harming a child in battle would be the least of Emil's problem in this tournament. After all, this is what they signed up for. It seemed like almost forever had gone by, and Emil wasted too much time watching this male dance about in the battle grounds. She was sure she was clear this younger male had already wasted his energy before the fight just from practicing, assuming by the sweat that seem to stick to his skin. What a waste. She cleared her throat, allowing Phil to finally take notice before walking towards the center of the stage. "W-Well! The other has appeared! Lets stop following around and get this show on the road!" "I have no intention in backing down." Emil drew out her sword, her lips letting out a sigh. Wondering if she was doing the right thing before awaiting for Phil to start the match. The arena hardly contained anyone watching the match, possibly because the two were clearly no names, but there were still some. The very small amount in which were curious to see the newcomers, to see who will raise and who will fall. Emil had no intention in falling, not here, not now. "Ready in position?" Phil spoke, awaiting for the two to get in position before shouting towards the crowd. "Today we have two unlikely fighters! Predicting this fight seems like a tough thing to do now! Without further ado!" Emil's hand gripped tight upon her sword, ready for the words to say go. "Ready....! FIGHT!!" and Emil was off! She sprinted towards her enemy, her sword ready to downward slice her opponent. She would not allow her enemy to relax or even breathe![/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 12px; color: #FC9098; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] OH YE UNHOLY BEAST BEAR THY FANGS , the canvas that was Miumi’s face stretched tautly as his coral-colored lips spread upwards into a gentle smile when he had taken notice of his opponent EMIL . A petite, porcelain hand extended upwards from his left side pushing a stray sable lock from his face. In the few seconds he had taken to do this he had been observing the fair-skinned swordsman that would be his opponent, but at the moment he was unable to discern if EMIL was male or female. It would appear that FATHER TIME wasn’t going to allot Miumi the time to find out as soon the satyr PHIL had begun announcing the fight and rallying the crowd. Miumi’s eyes remained fixed upon EMIL , whom had begun to sprint towards him. Miumi remained unmoving, unwavering much like a GOLEM , whom had not yet been given his command. He was waiting for EMIL to grow closer and make the first move and it would appear his wish was granted as her blade extended towards him in a quick precise, prodigious arc. Miumi’s reaction was well-timed as he would push off the ground using the balls of his feet to propel himself backwards. However, a minor lapse in his judgment allowed the other’s blade to cleave the front of his skirt in twain. His eyes slid downwards as he landed and his muscles would tense as he readied himself for the next blow. However he would return his own as he would allow his lips to move soundlessly in a chant as he was invoking the spell of FIRE , bringing his blade upwards to obscure his lips. He placed a tender kiss upon the tepid surface of his blade and upon doing so a small butterfly formed in the spot he had placed his lips. That butterfly was akin to a golem, except it packed a punch in the form of a concussive explosion akin to that of a grenade. The butterfly would flap its flaming wings which glowed azure, amaranthine with speckles of the colors of the sunset until it flapped its wings and pressed them flat to the surface of the blade. In that brief moment those once colorful and vibrant flames grew dim and turned the shade of a dusky rose. All of these actions had been hidden from EMIL and the butterfly would remain perfectly still before Miumi would slid his hands down his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI’S shaft to ensure that he would extend his reach to the max that he was capable. His plan was to lure the other into trap by ensuring that she would either block his blade which would allow him to detonate the butterfly bomb to deal some light damage and hopefully the sound of the explosion might stun her long enough for him to pull together another combo. However if that didn’t work he would merely lay like a venomous black-window in wait and spring his attack at an ill-opportune moment on his opponents behalf. Abilities used : FIRE : Conjuring fourth a single butterfly that is around two inches in diameter, this will fly towards his opponent with either a straight line or an arc trajectory. Upon contact it will explode in a fiery ball releasing a concussive blast that can knock lighter opponents back an inch or two and deals light damage. [1 post cool down] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; line-height: 10px; color: #FC9098; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] WORDS 500 + TAGS EMIL NOTES nice post CREDIT coded by butters of btn [/style]

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Emil has been disqualified for missing the 4 day post limit.

One point goes to the Midnight Shade for this contest.