Post by Nothingness on Dec 29, 2010 22:40:11 GMT -5
Username: Nothingness
Canons you own: Squall, Luxord
Link to RP thread: Here
Audition:
Bending at the waist, the red-clothed man planted the hands of his two bottom arms on his hips while he stretched backwards, extending the other four arms back, clasping their respective hands. Cracking his neck, and shaking his legs out a bit, he felt amazingly loose. Traveling through dimensions always built up so much tension; he wished that it could be slightly more comfortable. Heck, his three right arms were still a little funny feeling after having been wood cut-outs for that brief stint in that one dimension--not to mention having only two real arms was very strange. Still, that dimension gave him Zantetsuken! One of the Legendary Swords! It was a shame that Odin had to perish, but there were many other dimensions, which meant many other Odins, so no real harm was done...right?
Just now it hit him: where was he? Looking around, he saw...trees. And more trees. And grass. And a pond. And a knightly-man and princessey-woman staring at him strangely. "Maybe I should say something." He thought quickly and with absolute certainty. Walking up to the couple, he crossed his arms, puffed out his chest, and asked in a manly, determined voice, "Hello, mortals! May I ask what dimension I have arrived in!?" Just as the man was about to respond (though, at the moment, he looked like he was a fish gasping for air), the red-clothed man saw a sword hanging at the man's side. Excitement coursed through his body! Could he have found a Legendary Sword so soon?
"Is that a sword of legend!? Allow me to see it!" Rather than wait for the man to recover from the shock of meeting a six-armed man who just appeared out of thin air, the red-clothed man quickly tore the sword off of the knight's side and began inspecting it with a true connoisseur's eye. "Yes, yes" he mumbled, turning the sword over in his hands. "Worthless." Tossing the sword aside like a piece of trash, the red-clothed man jumped backwards and raised his highest left arm, shouting jovially at the still-in-shock man. "Fear not! Your sword is not of legend, so we shall not engage in combat! Consider yourself lucky that you did not have to face the swords of I, Gilgamesh! The Hunter of Legendary Swords!" As he laughed wildly, the air around him distorted, and he vanished from their world, his laughter still echoing among the trees.
"Phillip," the woman said timidly, "What just happened?" The man shook his head in utter disbelief. "I haven't the faintest idea."
Canons you own: Squall, Luxord
Link to RP thread: Here
Audition:
Bending at the waist, the red-clothed man planted the hands of his two bottom arms on his hips while he stretched backwards, extending the other four arms back, clasping their respective hands. Cracking his neck, and shaking his legs out a bit, he felt amazingly loose. Traveling through dimensions always built up so much tension; he wished that it could be slightly more comfortable. Heck, his three right arms were still a little funny feeling after having been wood cut-outs for that brief stint in that one dimension--not to mention having only two real arms was very strange. Still, that dimension gave him Zantetsuken! One of the Legendary Swords! It was a shame that Odin had to perish, but there were many other dimensions, which meant many other Odins, so no real harm was done...right?
Just now it hit him: where was he? Looking around, he saw...trees. And more trees. And grass. And a pond. And a knightly-man and princessey-woman staring at him strangely. "Maybe I should say something." He thought quickly and with absolute certainty. Walking up to the couple, he crossed his arms, puffed out his chest, and asked in a manly, determined voice, "Hello, mortals! May I ask what dimension I have arrived in!?" Just as the man was about to respond (though, at the moment, he looked like he was a fish gasping for air), the red-clothed man saw a sword hanging at the man's side. Excitement coursed through his body! Could he have found a Legendary Sword so soon?
"Is that a sword of legend!? Allow me to see it!" Rather than wait for the man to recover from the shock of meeting a six-armed man who just appeared out of thin air, the red-clothed man quickly tore the sword off of the knight's side and began inspecting it with a true connoisseur's eye. "Yes, yes" he mumbled, turning the sword over in his hands. "Worthless." Tossing the sword aside like a piece of trash, the red-clothed man jumped backwards and raised his highest left arm, shouting jovially at the still-in-shock man. "Fear not! Your sword is not of legend, so we shall not engage in combat! Consider yourself lucky that you did not have to face the swords of I, Gilgamesh! The Hunter of Legendary Swords!" As he laughed wildly, the air around him distorted, and he vanished from their world, his laughter still echoing among the trees.
"Phillip," the woman said timidly, "What just happened?" The man shook his head in utter disbelief. "I haven't the faintest idea."
