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Demi Versus Andrew : Let the Battle Begin

As soon as their starting signal launches into the air, Andrew uses his agility to quickly dash around the already charging cop. He swings his pole with every intent to bash her head in.

Demi swiftly brings her arms up blocking with her arm guards. She pushes and throws Andrew’s weapon back with the shove.

The cop quickly follows up with a fist trying her best not to allow any time for recovery.

Andrew, unable to bring his pole up in time, leans back, avoiding her punch, and kicks her mid body knocking her over.

He continues his counter with a barrage of thrusts and swings with his pole.

After finally getting away from the bombardment, the cop creates a good space between them both. With the injuries obtained by the attack, she starts her internal self repair system. Her endoskeleton does its best to fix her up within the amount of time the battle gave them.

While her inner workings patched her up, she focused all her might and energy into producing her finishing move. Her cheeks and eyes lit up and began to spark.

Without hesitation, Andrew throws himself forward to stop her strobe light attack with a thrust of his pole to her face, the weight of his body thrown in for the knock out.

With the assault, Demi spun until tripping over her own feet and falling to the ground. She groans, the whole world now spinning. Her eyes and cheeks fade and she passes out.

The hosts announce the winner.

CONGRATULATIONS ANDREW!! You will be moving onto the next round!!

#battlepro

#reblogs here super late #battlepro

After a good amount of time spent on cleanup the last battle of the day was about to start. The sky had broken out in warm colors and the sun began to set. Clouds glowed golden accenting the sky. The crowd settled in, long anticipating the next fight.

Pristine stepped up to the stand and the speakers echoed. “In the last battle of the day, we will witness Dark Overlord Arty, aka Tenten, go up against the ex demon hunter, Xanthusss!!!” The crowd hollered and hooted for the two as they stepped out into the open.

A firework flew through the fiery painted sky. BANG!!! 3…

Tenten started giggling to himself and tried his best to brush it off as scoffing. He starts walking back and forth.

BANG!!! 2…

Xanthus mirrors his movement and they both find themselves along parallel lines. She looks at him curiously, maybe a bit irked, for his stifling.

BANG!!! 1-

Instantly as the last firework burst in the air, creating a frenzy of beautiful dripping lights, Tenten fell face first onto the ground. He didn’t move. The hosts peering on inquisitively while the crowd began to fill with mutters.

Xanthus looks on with a confused look. She quickly shakes it off and approaches warily, though he appeared, harmless?? this was not common but neither was it an unheard of strategy to lure in your opponent.

She comes closer, on her toes, making her way much like an agile cat. As she peeks over the boy Tenten shoots his arms out and shoves his upper body up, propping them with his elbows a tool gripped tightly in his hand.

Xanthus shoots up and back, unable to process what possible move Tenten would pull. “SELLLFIIIE BREAAK~” Tenten jests. He captures a blurred shot of himself with Xanthus leaping in the background.

Irritated, Xanthus changes direction and charges forward. She has the greatest potential to come on strong and intimidating. And she does exactly that, as she comes to realize what her opponent was doing;

1) not taking this seriously, 2)poking fun at her whether intentional or not, 3) pulling shit like that.

Angered by Tenten’s repeated impulsive whimsical action Xanthus leaps back into the air coming down onto Tenten. Tenten’s smile disappears as he looks up the what was casting a shadow over him. He barrel rolls away, Xanthus landing a fist on the ground. And with a quick flick pulls out his spells book and summons the pixies.

3 little creatures pop out with a bit of smoke, one yellow, one blue and one pink. The pink one hops onto Xanthus’ shoulder while the other two flutter around her head. Xanthus throws her arms around in attempts to catch them.

"Time to get serious now~!" Tenten whispers, though his voice was still sounding playful. He begins to wave his hand over his spell book and a dark purple aura begins to emit.

Xanthus noticing this tries to quickly get rid of the current pests to move onto whatever the boy had next. The pink pixie rant aournd her shoulders and climb around on her cloack making snide remarks. The yellow and blue we’re pulling at her hair. Finally fed up she agilly grabs ahold of the two fling around her and somehow manages to catch the pink one. She holds them all in her hands irritated and ready to crush them

”*~!!^ (it’s time to get out of here girls!” the pink one glitters and the three poof away from danger and back to where they we’re originally summoned away from. The aura from Tenten’s book was much larger and brighter now. Xanthus turns to the tattooed boy then to the dirt ground. She shoves her scarred claws into it before pulling up a large clot of earth. She uses her powers of levitation to lift it and throw the solid mounds of earth at her opponent.

With just seconds to spare Tenten manages to summon his whale shark. A large amount of mist surrounds it as it appears. It floats above Tenten and whips the incoming rocks with its tail back at Xanthus. To dodge she levitates and swishes around the air. The whale shark moves through the air with Xanthus and appears almost to be swimming.

It goes after her with its large open mouth. Xanthus, quite done with the charade, draws out her hands, claws ready to slice .The ground within the arena starts to shake and begins to break into multiple smaller pieces. To keep his footing, Tenten hops around from rock to rock, avoiding the shattered earth and its sharp edges. Maybe he should have worn more clothing, he thinks to himself, suddenly aware of his one true weakness.

Angered the woman rushes at the whale while preparing a floating bombardment of earth above them. She claws, slashes and stabs at the massive creature with as much strength and speed as she can muster. In addition she hurdles the pieces of earth down, preparing to cause as much damage as possible to end it all quickly.

Guilht, one of the hosts, had to manage a magical barrier over the audience to keep the attack contained, as shards of rock flew everywhere. Xanthus keeps at it until the whale shark poofs away like the pixies had earlier.

Dust clouded the arena making it impossible to view the battle from under the magical shield that protected the audience. As it cleared, Xanthus was seen still hovering in the air, breathing heavily from the excitement. Tenten lay on the broken ground, parts of him under the mass destruction but not crushed. He did though have enough cuts and bruises to appear down for the count.

Pristine analyses the scene, mic held up to her face in preparation. Though Tenten was conscious, but something looked off. Each of his tattoos we’re sliced and cut in some way shape or form along with the rest of his flesh and skin. Though not deadly, they appeared to be causing a disturbance with him.

Tenten with blank eyes throws his head back to face the sunset sky. He breaths, a weak chuckle coming from his mouth, “Its like death all over again…” not that he could hear himself. “I guess I can’t fight like this…” All his senses we’re severed. Tears he could not control or even be aware of dripped down his face. He should not have played around..

"The winner is Xanthus!!!" Pristine declares over the speakers. The barrier disappears and the crowd cheers! Xanthus’ rage settles itself as the applause grows and the medics struggle to make their way to Tenten with the ground’s uneven new layout.

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That’s it, that’s the end of the reblogs. Thanks for bearing through that, those of you followed so quickly! QvQ’ Just another reminder that the new blog has the same url as the original blog did, and here is a link to the askthisone (Lumie’s) blog. I’m going to go post a last thing or two on the old blog but it’d really help if you guys could reblog this too to spread the word! Thanks! Hopefully I’ll be able to actually be active again soon too and get back to fanpro. Bluh.

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Lumexie’s blog has MOVED for organizational purposes! You can find the new blog right here though, it’s still askthisone.

Also, if you hadn’t known already, I now have an OOC blog that I update regularly (or at least much more frequently) that’s gingerpro. So you can follow me there to see what I’m doing in my art classes and such or to talk to me plain and simple. This blog will still be up with all of its posts for awhile- but I’ve already gone and reblogged everything to the new blog. So nothing will be lost, and I think in a couple of days I’ll say good-bye to the old blog once I’ve reblogged this a few times to be super obnoxious. (Pro-tip: Unfollow the old blog once you’ve followed the new one to avoid Maddy and her obnoxious reblogging.) It’d also really help me out if you guys could reblog this to help spread it around!

Thanks for putting up with my obnoxious moving and cleaning house (blog?), have a great day/night/morning/evening fanpro!

#BE SURE TO FOLLOW MAD AND HER PRECIOUS MUSE ON THE MOVED BLOG!!!#ooc

Jay: Saw you on the opening ceremony, honey bee. But “somehow” I knew you’d be on the tourney, you cute little ball or rage.

Jay: You know, in the name of good sporting.

Xanthus: By the way, Nice Suspenders. Nerd.

#ask0098 #oop i answered the thing #submission

#battlepro #((reblogs here for events sake))#((but eeeeyyyy check it out #good game luxe good game))

With the announcement of Battlepro starting the crowd surrounding the contestant cheer. Some leaning over the edge, others yelling at the top of their lungs and a few magical creatures flutter around excitedly. All in all, everyone’s anticipation for the battles to start dissipates into eager roars of excitement!

After the Opening Ceremony, the participants file down to their dedicated stands besides the hosts balcony, all but two. A very small and very cute robot accented with yellow, their light bulbs flickering excitedly, and a punk, “rebelliously” dressed, pink haired man with a sly smile. “Day 1, Round 1” Pristine announces when everyone has taken their seats and the crowd’s yelling has died down. , “We will be viewing our first battle, with Andrew versus Luxe. We wish you both the best of luck!” With that the first firework of the countdown launches into the air.

BANG!

Andrew sizes up his opponent, the robot was rather small, but even as he flashed it a confident smile he knew of the dangers of the level cap and what it was like to not know the opponent beforehand.

"3…"

BANG!!

Luxe looked up to find a bright smile on her opponent’s face. He towered over her, though that wasn’t anything new. Luxe knew what they were capable of and planned on showing just how great her inventor was for bringing them into the world.

"2…."

BANGGG!!

"1-" And with that that battle started.

Andrew headed in first, running directly towards Luxe. Though making the first move was generally dangerous, it was both to test out what this curious robot was capable of, and to hopefully, just maybe, end the battle before it even began.

Luxe processes Andrew’s sudden movements, and gears herself down, ready to use the springs within her body to launch herself to make up for the height difference. Andrew takes note and quickly uses his momentum to swing back up and dodge the attack that may have been coming.

It had was too late though, for Luxe’s small body flew into the air and at Andrew. Andrew threw his hands up in a desperate attempt to make up for the his inability to dodge, but Luxe manages to get a firm hard bite, using the mechanisms of her jaw to clamp down onto his arm. Andrew winces as her clamp tightens. He drops his metal pole and notices she is also a lot heavier than she appeared to be. As her jaw continues to tighten Luxe’s bite would eventually crush the bones in his arm.

Luxe takes her chance, being so closed to the opponent, to stun them. She uses her arms and legs to grip onto his other hand disabling him from using either of them. The bulbs on her body begin to flicker before the small glow turns into a blinding light. Even the audience finds themselves squinting.

Pangs of pain shoot down Andrew’s arms as he’s blinded by the sudden light. He struggles to make out what his opponent is doing. Luxe charges her body preparing for an electric shock, small sparks already beginning to shoot from her.

Andrew, blinded and unsure, but still composed, shifts his position to send an aggressive kick towards Luxe. He is successful in loosening their hold on him and it knocks Luxe to the floor of the arena. By now the blinding light has dimmed down and Andrew reaches for the weapon he had dropped earlier.

Once finding it he picks it up and swings to face an already recovered Luxe. Little wheels in her boots pop out and she begins to glide around Andrew, picking up speed with every completed rotation. Andrew holds his pole out defensively in anticipation.

After a few seconds of the scene Andrew relaxes his stance just a bit, dropping the arm holding his weapon to the side of him, leaving himself almost completely defenseless. Luxe continues to pick up speed, keeping him within their grasp.

"What are you even doing. You’re just running around me like a sparkly over-sized firefly. Why don’t you try attacking for real?" Andrew jeers, but Luxe says nothing and continue to hold him at his current disadvantage.

No response. Andrew takes in a breath, his grip tightening on his pole. “You know, if you’re a robot, you must’ve been invented right?? How come I’ve never heard of you’re inventor then?? He just a big no name like you? No real accomplishments to make him known?” Finally she begins to wear down. She was prepared for the fighting and challenging remarks but no one to insult her beloved inventor! It was really grinding her gears.

She breaks her speed and launches herself at Andrew in attempts to prove him wrong. But with that, Andrew swiftly uses his pole to quickly hit, whack and slash at Luxe multiple times before they are sent across the battle arena and crash to the floor. Sparks and small whirring noises emit from inside her metal body.

Andrew takes another defensive stance preparing for any recovering moves Luxe might have. The crowd looks on in quiet anticipation. But after a good minute Pristine announces the end of the first battle and Luxe is then quickly ferried away by the medics to inside the Colosseum. . “And with that! Our winner is Andrew!! Congratulations you will be moving onto the next round!”

Anthony: Good Luck on your big fight tomorrow

#fanpro #battlepro #((a quick drawing that i needed in my life))#((isnt it great how im doing stuff like this before properly updating the blog? i know im amazing))

#aaaaand reblogs here #battlepro

ENTRY NUMBER 12

Andrew (fanpro 0012)

Agility

Pole Barrage!

Kick Down!

Pole Thrust!

Taunt

Punch

Determination

Back Up

ELEMENT: Fire

DESCRIPTION: Andrew has died and died again but has returned to the world of the living with a spark in his eyes. Why would he do this? Because he won’t go down that easy! This now 22 year old man lives his life to the fullest, putting his all into everything! He comes from a dreary background that often made him the lesser man in the situation. He was frowned on, refused, rejected and weak. Because of this he had been quite known to have a bad attitude, quick to take on a challenge if one so presents itself. Although he now lives with a happier and more forgiving outlook, some things just don’t change!

ENTRY NUMBER 11

Xanthus (fanpro 0070)

Aggression

Levitation

The Claw!

Punch Barrage!

Earth Throw

Kick

Glare

Head Butt

ELEMENT: Earth DESCRIPTION: Xanthus has almost always been a person in need of a little anger management. Maybe some fighting will do the trick of getting her to let off all that steam. Of course these days she has plenty to be upset about, what with having been killed in a sudden and pointless way and then becoming a demon just to get herself back to the land of the living- so she really wouldn’t mind taking it out on someones face! It’s nothing personal though, so if anyone is willing enough to approach her before or after a fight, she wouldn’t mind shaking hands or wishing luck.

#reblogs here #battlepro

The hellion’s face was neutral, but he took quick note of her tone. He stayed silent, carefully analyzing her features, puzzled for a moment. A faint smile showed as he realized the meaning behind her red eyes.

"So the small girl escaped a certain death as well?" How ironic.. for you to share a similar outcome as mine, I mean.”

"I guess we can beat death in life…sometimes." he whispered dramatically, just for fun.

"Home? I don’t think I can walk." He said while stretching his burnt hand "I can barely stay awake right now.. I’m starting to see two small girls in front of me, actually… Is that your twin? I like what she did to her unwashed hair.."

#((xanthus aka most useless savior he could have gotten because she has nothing lmao))

Xanthus frowned irritably at him as he made his little jokes. But she realized then that she didn't really know anything about him. They had run into each other a few times, but it wasn't like they were friends who talked about their lives with one another. What exactly was his situation? His outcome? What was he before? She decided not to ask and instead make some lighthearted comment back towards him. "Yeah? She likes what you did with your hair too. People can actually see your face now! Amazing." She gave him a small thumbs up before crossing her arms and leaning back. "And you are welcome to keep sleeping on the cold hard ground I guess. I don't have anything else to give you that would cover you up. I hope you are comfortable with being naked cuz I guess you are stuck that way."

Carefully, he raised his torso, struggling for a moment to sit up. “…just what I need.” The hellion took the bottle and drank almost everything. “Hm. It tastes like.. Like, um…” he lowered the canteen and looked away.

He touched his clammy skin with the burnt hand, ignoring her joke. “…I was tricked into a fight. With all this eyes and still I didn’t see that one coming..” He paused to look at his black hand, grimacing as he touched the skin.

"I thought I was going to die this time.." he looked back at her, carefully planning a joke. When he tried to speak the words wouldn’t come out. He sighed, suddenly aware of how tired his body was, how clumsy his sore voice sounded.

#xanthus continues to give a shit for what seems like no good reason

She seemed mildly concerned for him, but when she spoke her words had a somewhat positive nature. "You seemed like the type to always get into fights anyway. I'm sure that if you did die, you would find a way out of it. I mean, if a small girl like me can do it..." She paused then and changed the subject. "Do you think you know how to get home from here? I'll help you get there. It would probably do you better to rest there than in a cold place like this."

”..En.” he whispered to the figure as he opened his eyes. He squinted and blinked, trying to focus his vision. For a while he looked at her without speaking, puzzled by her presence.

"Oh. Hello." he said with a faint smile. "Looking ace, huh? hehehe.."

#i will give more quality art eventually....//whispers a very sorry julian #have a xanthus poking fun at the sick guy

Xanthus scowled at his comment, trying not to smile. It's been awhile since she had to deal with his humor, she was surprised that she missed it.

"Here, Have some water..." She offered to him a canteen that she had on her. There wasn't much water left and she was slightly bitter to give the rest of it up, but he was in fact the sick one here. "What are you doing naked out here anyway, party too hard?"

His throat was dry and sore. When he tried to open his eyes droplets of sweat and dirt blurred his vision.

Unable to watch his steps he held as tight as he could to the figure, meekly imitating its steps. His right hand throbbed, but the constant pain kept him conscious for a while.

Then, a sudden coldness coated his skin. He shivered. The cold was the last thing he remembered before losing consciousness.

#and so this weird mysterious situation continues as i work on an art project at the same time

She walked on, carrying him like this for a good while. Due to her own circumstances she didn't have her own shelter to keep the two of them safe, and she cursed that fact softly. However she did eventually come across a place, a cave, that she thought would do for now. She took him there.

She took off the fabric that was wrapped around her and laid it on him. She stayed with him and took care of him until he awoke again. She debated a few times if she should go off and find some supplies for a fire or something, but out of worry of him waking up when she were gone, she turned down the thoughts and stayed.

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#video #ooc #and this goes here #its perfect

A young man floated through the darkness. His light shimmering brightly and alone.

"Where am I...?" He wondered softly to himself. Even his thoughts seemed to have this soft echo that exemplified how alone he was.

As he opened his eyes to gaze around him, he saw nothing. He heard nothing. He smelled nothing. He felt nothing. Nothing...

He recalled what had happened to him and wondered, so this is what it's like...beyond death.

He hadn't really thought about it before, what it must be like for a dead man to die a second time. It hadn't occurred to him that something different must happen. But was he now to float through this sensation-less void until the end of time..? Completely, and utterly...alone.

#fanpro #death tw #Update on Shikko's end

As the sun sets you notice a strange shape in the land. You hear a soft hissing sound as you approach a burnt young man lying on the dry ground.

The unburnt skin is pale, you almost think he’s a corpse, but as you watch him you can see his body move, tremble.

He’s alive.

The smell of burnt flesh surrounds you.

#((ohhhh my god what did i just do))

The lass approached from the distance, rugged and worn. She looked down at this man she knew, although it felt like it had been an eternity since she had seen him last.

Way back when, she had held a grudge against this creature. But now was different. She saw no difference between them, no reason to want him to die. And he was the first connection to her old life that she has seen in...she didn't know how long.

She kneeled down to him, getting his arm around her so that she can walk him to some sort of safety. If his skin was burning to the touch, she didn't let it bother her.

Yorick’s life seemed to vanish in a flash from the standpoint of Andrew, who currently was learning how to walk, as if he were a toddler again. His thoughts were a mess, bombarded with the panic and despair that Anthony was feeling, and his vision kept blurring in and out of focus while the bloody room about him seemed to slowly spin. He squeezed his eyes shut- or rather, he squeezed Anthony’s eyes shut, stumbling back in his pathetic attempt at escape. Taking control of a persons body really wasn’t as easy as Andrew thought it would be.

Andrew’s jumbled thoughts were snapped back onto how dangerous the situation was when he found himself being lifted off of the ground by this psychopath’s hand. How dare one individual be this strong, it was ridiculous! Anthony’s eyes were thrown open again as Andrew stared down at xface angrily, almost wishing that looks could kill right about now.

"BACK OFF!!!" Andrew yelled in defiance as he kicked at xface with as much might as he could manage, pulling himself free from her grasp and making a run for it. He knew that this xface was just playing with them and that they wouldn’t get too far, but he wasn’t exactly the guy you asked to give up in situations like this.

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The chase had begun, he thought to herself, smiling under er the helmet. She cracked her knucles and leaped forward to run after him. She quickly caught up with him but left him a step ahead just so she could see him pathetically run for his life -though, she didn’t want him to run too far, she would have to bring him back with the others. Without any second thought, she threw herself forward to catch him, her arm around his neck, while her other hand caught his face. Restraining him that way, she slowly made her way to the house, enjoying every second of his struggle.