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Post by NPC on Dec 8, 2019 23:04:42 GMT -6
- Show Ring ends December 22nd- - Participation Prizes - Peacock or White Peacock Pachee *winner gets both((Please put ALL tricks, moves, and abilities used by your contestant in an OOC line at the end of your post, even ones not done on command, else they will not be counted toward your score. Please note if you would like a Peacock or White Peacock Pachee in your first post.))
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Post by Nerius on Dec 22, 2019 2:03:01 GMT -6
Varkon Custom Wiurn v1 ----- Level: 38 Loyalty: 29 ----- Stats Stamina: 13 Strength: 10 Resistance: 9 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 3 Abilities: Fly, Shadow Resistance, Uncontrollable Rage (anger), Danger Sense Moves: Ebil Nom, Telekinesis, Wing Buff, Vanish, Ker-zaap Training: Name, Come, Rend, Danger Sense
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Come the day of the show, Varkon had been groomed with scale polish, which thankfully worked decently well for the metallic bits as well. He had been quite grumpy about the whole thing, but he was now very shiny, and hopefully that would make a good impression on the audience. Nerius himself wore his usual dark colors, which happened to match the wiurn. His choice of a long, sweeping coat was even fancier that usual, though the details likely wouldn't be visible to the crowd, and his hair was actually done in a nice style, with no escaping strands. Still, all of that likely would be the easy part, Nerius had to admit his people skills weren't the best, and putting on an act of showmanship would be.. interesting. He was at least able to pull off the confident look as he entered the stage. He was less confident about the next part, <Are you sure you can fly in such a confined space?> he asked the wiurn.
<Yes, but it will be a short flight,> Varkon answered, and that was fine. He only needed to make an entrance.
(Nerius 1/20) (Varkon: Lv: 38, 114/115 | Lyl: 29, 114/115)
(Peacock Pachee Please)
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Post by Nerius on Dec 22, 2019 2:06:43 GMT -6
"Ladies and gentlemen," Nerius addressed the crowd; hopefully he'd gotten that human saying right. "This..." Here he paused, at least in verbal speech, but added though the ribbon, <That's your cue.>The wiurn had been ready for it, and took flight. The beating of wings could be heard before he could be seen, Varkon flew out onto the stage. He landed in the center with a loud clanking thud, rearing up with a snarl, tailblade glowing red as it ignited. "Is Varkon." Nerius finished as soon as the sound of the landing faded. "A prototype to the beasts created by the East Wing," at least, that was his best guess as to the wiurn's history, he'd been created long, long before the East Wing had been open to the public. Accurate or not, it sounded good for a presentation. "He has been designed with both mechanical strength, and elemental power."
<Get ready to move the planter,> again he paused for a moment to coordinate with the wiurn. "He can move objects without touch," <Now!>
[Varkon responds to his name on command] [Fly used, not on command]
(Nerius 2/20) (Varkon: Lv: 39, 115/120 | Lyl: 30, 115/120)
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Post by Nerius on Dec 22, 2019 2:10:11 GMT -6
Varkon raised a claw, there was no real purpose to it, but he was getting into the show as well, gesturing to a large potted plant that had been set to the side of the stage. It levitated, and he moved it to the center of the stage, preparing for the next part of the act.
"And drain the very life from his foes!" Nerius continued, before explaining to the wiurn, <Use that draining bite of yours on the plant.> Varkon had been informed of the planned routine ahead of time, so all he needed was a que for when to act. Which he did, sinking his fangs into the trunk of the plant; immediatly the plant started wither, and within a few seconds, it was completely dead.
<That tasted disgusting,> the wiurn grumbled, his usual prey were animals, not plants. <Sorry, but a live animal would have been upsetting for the audience.> There were always those people that didn't seem to realize carnivores needed to eat too. It did lead on well to the next part, at least.
[Telekinesis and Ebil Nom are used, not on command]
(Nerius 3/20) (Varkon: Lv: 39, 116/120 | Lyl: 30, 116/120)
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Post by Nerius on Dec 22, 2019 2:13:47 GMT -6
"But he's not designed to eat plants, he's a hunter," Here, the stage lights begun to dim, until it mimicked the dim lighting of dusk. "And there's no better ambusher in the dark." Nerius didn't even need to give Varkon a cue this time, the darkening lights meant only one thing it could be time for. He vanished, melting into the dark like a liquid shadow, and even Nerius lost sight of him. <You see the crates, yes?> he asked the wiurn, who gave an affirmative answer, <Use rend on them.> Nerius still couldn't see him, but could hear the footsteps as Varkon walked to the other side of the stage, where crates had been set up, structured to loosely resemble the shape of a murp. That was his target, and the wiurn flickered back into view as his metal claws ripped through the canvas and wood, heavily damaging it. "If claws don't finish the job, well, those cybernetics aren't just for armor." <Shock it with your electricity,> he prompted the wiurn, who then reared back up on his back legs, arcing a small bolt of electricity between his claws. He then turned the full force on the mangled crates, the blue white light flashing dramatically in the low light.
[Vanish and Ker-zaap! are used, not on command] [Rend is used on command]
(Nerius 4/20) (Varkon: Lv: 39, 117/120 | Lyl: 30, 117/120)
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Post by Nerius on Dec 22, 2019 2:15:24 GMT -6
The target was a sad, smouldering pile of scorched wood and canvas by now, but he still wasn't quite done with it. <Move into position for the wing thing we talked out. Make sure it's away from the people.> Nerius prompted the wiurn, who walked around to the other side of the target while he continued, "And if the power of a lightning storm isn't enough, he can always blast his enemies with gale force winds!"That was his cue, and again Varkon reared up, and beat his wings, and the force of the air sent the remains of the target clattering away. Thankfully, in the opposite direction of the audance. <Turn back around, and look intimidating please,> that was the last of their tricks, and Varkon turned back to face the audience, doing his best to loom imposingly. "That was Varkon, a engineered hunter, augmented beyond most ordinary beasts!" Nerius gave a small bow, while Varkon just stood there menacingly. But with that, the pair were done, and the stage lights dimmed to black as the two walked off the stage.
[Wing Buff is used, not on command]
(Nerius 5/20 +Added!) (Varkon: Lv: 39, 118/120 | Lyl: 30, 118/120 +Added!)
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Dec 22, 2019 18:42:06 GMT -6
Desert//Savannah Thundergug//Male The stage was dark, as intended. The crowd was hushed, murmuring in confusion. Also as intended. If Fiera was going to display some awe today, that required a bit of mystery. Then, five cauldrons, filled with fire, pulsed to life. The humanish was dressed in bright red, gauzy fabric, looking like a flame herself. Then, off stage, she hefted herself onto her thundergug, and he gave barely a snort in process. "Ready, Desert?" Another snort. She gently tugged the bridle, urging him onto the stage. The flames danced off of Desert's dappled skin, making him look near ghostly. "Ok ready... up!" She said, and the thundergug reared up, pawing at the air- just as the fires flared, fully lighting his form. The audience ooed loudly, and the flames died down as she urged him forward. "Go Desert, go!" Then, she guided him left and right, whispering the commands into his ear. Then, she lowered her arm forward, pointing at a wooden block she had placed in front of the crowd. "Desert, charge!" She shouted, and he thundered forward, his feet like drum beats on the dirt of the contest floor. Before he reached it, she tugged gently on the reins- "Strike!"- and he slammed his face full force into the block, shattering it into splinters that flew in every direction. The audience murmured loudly, and Desert trundled forward. "Stop." She said quietly, and hopped down. "Ladies and gentlemen, I do hope you enjoyed yourselves." Fiera called to the crowd before stepping into a deep bow. "Desert, bow." She said, and despite his size, he was able to do a deep curtsey as well. "But now, we must take our leave." She said, and waved her hand. "Desert, come!" She chirped, and he obeyed. A flawless performance- nothing unusual for her. (Peacock Pachee please!)
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