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Post by Chloro on Oct 8, 2013 8:47:31 GMT -8
Chloro reappeared, gasping for air and a little more than disoriented. The cold air condensed with each ragged breath. She swallowed hard. Where was her gear? She had been stripped to the skin, revealing the bare metal parts of her mechanical hands and wearing nothing more than the jumpsuit that was painfully clean. As usual, it was a few sizes too big and too small around the wrists. Her face started to pale as the cold set in.
She stood up and looked around, a bit more than bewildered at what had happened.
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Shaman Chill
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Post by Shaman Chill on Oct 9, 2013 21:16:07 GMT -8
By some great twist of physics, or perhaps the simple usage of a device akin to a wormhole, Chill had conjured his Icehouse so that it could exist in multiple places at once: within the Palace of the Whills, and deep beneath either one of Tython's polar ice caps. Since the planet's southern hemisphere was currently in winter, today he found himself at the South Pole.
And so it was that deep beneath the ice cap at Tython's South Pole, the offending being Chloro would find herself quite suddenly trapped in a room carved from bare ice, 10 meters square and 3 meters high, surrounded on all sides by more than 2 kilometers of ice. A disembodied blue face formed in the wall to her left, and grinned silently at her, one eyebrow raised quizzically.
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Chloro
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Post by Chloro on Oct 10, 2013 2:21:30 GMT -8
It hurt to breathe. Chloro grimaced and hugged herself to keep what little warmth she had from disappearing into the dark, solid ice prison cell. Tentatively, she touched the wall, trying to gauge the depth and thickness of the ice. It only added to her bewilderment when a face appeared in the ice, smirking at her. The blue face reminded her of Trask. It had the same aloof and haughty look as the Chiss. The look of authority. The right to dictate to others what was right or wrong.
Chloro lavished no respect for authority. Ironically, society naturally gravitated toward order, whereas nature seemed to lie in a swirling yet functional chaos. It was an artificial thing, that had only done more damage than good. It collected power, that no one deserved to hold. She prided herself in being one of the few courageous individuals that dared to fight against it, defiantly and carry the fight against it. She had sold herself to this cause. And now looking into the eyes of the being enclosed in ice, she knew that she had found the apex of the collection of power in the galaxy.
The mechanical hands brushed away the layer of frost from the ice. Was this it? A man encased in cold? Silently staring at her? Furious, she smashed her fist into the ice, trying to shake the being on the otherside into action. She splayed out her fingers on the ice wall, trying to touch the blue face.
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Post by Shaman Chill on Nov 6, 2013 21:57:31 GMT -8
The face was literally formed from solid ice, the same as the walls of the prison. It was literally a part of the wall, protruding slightly from it, and the violent punch shattered the solid ice into a million fragments, with spidery cracks spreading throughout the face, and, oddly, stopping at it's edges, not continuing into the walls. However, instead of being smashed to powder as an ice sculpture should have been, the face retained it's form. The lips parted slightly, silently laughing at Chloro, and after a second, the cracks filled in once more, until the face was once again a solid whole. He was bemused, but she hadn't done enough yet to provoke a significant reaction.
As she splayed her hands across his face, the slight warmth from her hands was enough to cause the molecular surface to begin a cycle of melting and refreezing, and almost immediately, she would feel her hands begin to stick to the face like they would to a metal pole on a winter day. The adhesion wasn't tight enough to bind the fingers in place, but it ought to be noticeable nevertheless.
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 13, 2016 16:55:15 GMT -8
*Drawn by the Force... and many a year on the pond in Canada eh the terrifying starting lineup of the 1976 Philadelphia Flyers skate around just looking for trouble... & maybe a Timmies*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 17:31:59 GMT -8
*The face of big ugly appears*
::Could you monsters please try & remember that this is somebodies home?:: |
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 13, 2016 17:38:40 GMT -8
*The normally calm collected, if to be sure easily agitated, monstrously violent goons wonder why the ugly ape above is calling their moves. The Hammer, enforcer for the club shakes a fist yelling*
-Dave the Hammer Scultz-
"Listen apeface we may work for you but back off our game or I paste you...."
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 13, 2016 18:30:28 GMT -8
*Shamelessly double posting, because they can the apes skate around looking for a fight but none is to be found*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 18:36:54 GMT -8
*An Tiarna's gastly image scowls before disappearing from sight & Moose Dupont is suddenly tripped to the ice*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 13, 2016 19:45:32 GMT -8
*Now farting in the general direction of all that is holy, save Big Uglies crude useless interruption (did we just write that? Ach this is gonna cost us) the bullies triple post and start figure skating with Clarke leading the way*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 14, 2016 3:53:02 GMT -8
*The Broad Street Bullies are spinning out of control. Clarke and Barber are slapping pucks through the north wall while Moose Dupont and Dave the Hammer Schutz pummel each other at the center of the majestic pond*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 14, 2016 16:44:11 GMT -8
*Schultz and Moose Dupont bored stiff of just skating drop the gloves & start bobbing & weaving ready to get it on.... But the author being too tired to write goes to Utube*
youtu.be/qEPEy7B1STU
youtu.be/nBfdCSeI-64
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Post by Shaman Chill on Jan 14, 2016 21:51:39 GMT -8
*A massive Zamboni droid, four times natural size and several tons in weight, materializes from the thin, cold, air, and begins to polish the ice surface within Chill's palatial home. All who stand in the way, whether they be warriors or hockey players (or both) find themselves in imminent danger of a crushing death.*
*Clarke is first, as the massive machine sets upon him with superspeed, and begins to crush him flat into the surface of the ice.*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 15, 2016 3:19:15 GMT -8
*Schultz, doing his job as enforcer stops the Zamboni, looking at Dupont*
-Schultz-
"This must be made in Australia"
*& the sticks come down raining blows on said soon to be piece of trash* |
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 15, 2016 3:50:18 GMT -8
*Clarke, (unless of course the mighty Whill abilities can strike down even a hall of famer....) dodging the efficient but weak foreign vehicle skates over and takes a piss in the north corner which ain't an easy thing for a man wearing hockey equipment. Ouch! Smell the goodness*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 15, 2016 4:07:20 GMT -8
*Dupont & Schultz continue to dodge & weave. They lock left hands on shoulders then the punches start. 1 by Schultz, 2 by Schultz, 3 by Schultz, 4 by Schultz. Schultz is pummelling Dupont. Wait Dupont is tossing now. 3 fast hard shots. Tired for the moment they wrestle.
Across the pond Watson & Holmgren exchange words. Holmgren catches Watson with a left, the gloves drop & this could be a donnybrook* |
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 15, 2016 15:14:04 GMT -8
*Mórrígan slips into the igloo just as the boys are smacking each others lights out. With a smile she sits cross-legged and silently watches*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 15, 2016 15:44:09 GMT -8
*Dupont & Schultz explode trading blows, punch for punch. Schultz the bigger man is set off balance by the shorter stalky DuPont. Moose slips a few punches returning two hard rights, buckling the Hammer but not taking him down. Schultz counters catching Dupont with a right in the mouth splitting his lip and the blood starts to fly.
Watson, a hardened veteran is getting quite a lesson from young Holmgren, a very hard fast hitter. Watson takes a right on the nose then a second to the eye. As they struggle Watson, the shorter of the two tosses Holmgren to the left and right trying to flip him to the ice. Holmgren however keeps his feet and indeed keeps tossing with three hard punches but Watson taking them with a slip of the head keeps his feet. Holmgren is not showing signs of tiring and continues to use his reach to hold off Watson and toss at the same time*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 15, 2016 17:11:12 GMT -8
*Clarke and Parent talking as the watch the fight start pushing. The gloves come off & they tangle up failing to hit one another.
DuPont now being pasted by the Hammer ducks a shot gabbing Schultz by the right leg flips him to the ice. Schultz is fast enough to catch DuPont's shirt pulling it over the big defenceman's head. The continue to struggle until both hit the ice. Pretty even fight with no clear winner.
Holmgren meanwhile opens up on Watson bearing down on him with a burst of fast long rights. Watson's height and hard head leave him standing*
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