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Post by Zeed on Feb 28, 2018 17:14:25 GMT
Afro was sickened not only was the boys "Valiant" challenge to Afro a blatant insult Afro himself felt appalled at the act of bravery and weakness as it went against everything he stood for. "What is this? you think your some type of hero poking out your chest to defend the weak or prove some idiotic point? it only takes one slice from my blade to take your life and your throwing what little of it you have left for only god knows what... fine i have no sympathy for you but remember you wanted this". With ought saying another word Afro raised his blade high in the air before bringing it down quickly in a diagnol slash starting from the right and ending to the left, immediately as the cut finished blood erupted from the wound to splash Afros face and the surrounding scenery of the beach. As the boy fell to the ground afro quickly wiped the blood off of his blade before sheathing it "Fool, your lucky i only cut down to the muscle and not down to the bone, its up to your own luck now whether you live or die" Afro began moving away from the boy and the carnage around him in an attempt to dodge the law when they inevitably come snooping around.
Word count: 220
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Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 28, 2018 17:29:43 GMT
End of Flashback
The man’s sword cleanly cleaved through Arthur’s chest, drawing drastic levels of blood in one swoop. The prince’s body would begin to cave due to the injury he just received, falling backwards into the sand beneath him. Blood began to seep into the grains, leaving the teenage with in his spill. Going in and out of conscious, Arthur doubted that the mystics would be on his side – he just could not give the creature any satisfaction in the cut down. Why did he go through with such a dare? This meeting, should he live, would be a vital lesson for the prince. Just what?
That was for Arthur to figure out another time. The priority was to live, survive this ordeal. It was nightfall; the moon had glossed over the sandy area as the waves invaded the shore. The sirens of police squad cards could be heard approaching the scene. Unbeknownst to the prince, the guard that met an untimely death had radioed in for background before succumbing to his wounds. As the seconds carried on, there was no will of his father – nor any other ancestor. It was darkness with a shimmer of light off in the distance. Arthur was deciding if he had the will to live on or not…
Word Count: 212
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Post by Zeed on Feb 28, 2018 17:45:44 GMT
End of Flashback
It seams today was an interesting day to say the least, what started off as simple killings turned into a talk on different philosophy's and ideologies Afro had gotten a first hand experience to how heroes think and why they do the things that they do, it made no sense to Afro how someone weaker than yourself can preach peace and defending the weak when they cant even defend themselves from harm. Afro pondered on this new perspective as well as the fate of the boy he left back at the beach, the boy was interesting to say the least and opposite to current heroes it seemed he generally cared for the well being of people and how things should be in the world. The boy is a rare breed of people not often seen in today's society hopefully whatever god brings good fortune may smile upon him on this day and save his life, if the boy survives theres no telling what he could accomplish within the hero society he just needs a bit of luck. "Hmm i may have won this time but with a sword and some practice that kid could be destined to become the symbol of peace... im regretting not making sure the boy died i guess this is just fate"
word count: 212
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Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 28, 2018 18:39:12 GMT
Critically injured, the paramedics performed some dire medical work to minimize the blood lost. Arthur, for the most part, remained unconscious. Within his dream like world, the prince was back in Camelot – looking off in the distance that which New York stand. His council behind him, concern of his decision.
“Why go to New York? Western societies are nothing but savage, cruel versions of humanity”
“My highness, you are too royal for all that trash. Its beneath you. That school is beneath you.”
“Enough!"
Arthur hated how they and every other elite citizen of Camelot spoke about those less fortunate than them. Everybody is human. Everybody has feelings. Everybody deserved to be treated equal. Be treated fair and with love.
“You guys shall not talk like that ever. If you cannot abide, then do not speak like that in front of me. That type of talk is beneath all of us.”
Arthur would look them all in the eyes, one by one, with a stern look. Only to return to the direction of New York.
“I am going for my own reasons. I cannot travel the same path as my ancestors before me, it does not fit me..who I am."
Silence went on for a few moments.
“Besides, it isn’t like I will be alone”
Arthur would look at the Holy Sword, Excalibur. Now of doing that, that memory would fade, the light the prince previous saw had increased in size. The distance to it was shorter. He simply walked towards it with arm outstretched. Arthur wanted to live.
Word Count: 259
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Post by Zeed on Feb 28, 2018 21:57:08 GMT
Afro never did get the challenge he was looking for even if the boy did provide some amusement despite his own weakness, Afro was still robbed of his chance to actually test himself in real combat. As afro walked farther away from the beach now inside of a nearby forest, jumping off trees to better hide his tracks he pondered on whether or not he should continue his rampage at a different town preferably spread out from the last one he had just been at this thought only lasted a few moments before he realized that do to his actions it wouldn't be a stretch to say any do gooder who's caught wind of this incident would be on the lookout for me if i should start more trouble. Deciding to lay low Afro located a secluded cave near a waterfall, setting up what meager shelter he could provide in preparation for tonight before doing a bit more of his exercises, a twist there a sword slash here and within an hour he had completed his nightly routines just in time for the sun to completely set in the horizon. Having had enough of the days fatigue and anticipating the events that will happen in the future Afro covered himself in a blanket and slept with the thoughts of the boys words in his mind, for some reason he just couldnt get them out of his mind.
Word Count:236
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Post by Rhaemyx on Mar 1, 2018 18:26:53 GMT
Ok, After reading this Plot Battle I can say, Well done. The battle as a whole was a very good read. Good Job to the both of you. Each post was consistent with its word count. However I would like to ask that next time, you should space out your posts like Whoa did. Now for the rewards.
Whoa, you receive 4 trait points
2 Trait Points + 2(x1) = 4 TP
"Each Post Must Contain 200 Descriptive Words of Mental Thoughts, Action, and/or Dialogue = x1 Modifier"
Zeed, You also receive 4 trait points
2 Trait Points + 2(x1) = 4 TP
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