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Post by NARRATOR on Oct 31, 2016 0:39:59 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"] Isn't it how time that we're born the clock has begun to spun, our candle stick has been lit, and the hourglass filled with sand has been turned over. We spend every waking minute piecing the puzzle of our lives together, striving so hard to become something so that we stray from the path of nothing. Have you ever read the poem, "Elegy versus Tragedy" by Ovid.
"There’s an old wood untouched for many years:
you’d believe a god lives in the place."
The Trophaeum Tower, supposedly the woods within the poem, was told to have been a tower that was, as a cover up, a research facility. But we, both Tuners and Storm Riders, had known exactly what that tower had been. Rumor had spread that up there, in the top, you would truly be set free from the shackles that bounded us to this forsaken world. Yet deep down I knew that it would be the place of my grave; the place that was once the end of a beginning toward a new world, only to become-–yet again–– the beginning of an end. Peace now broken, it was no more within the world of Air Treck; although, there were those who remained in the shadow with hidden agendas and even the law enforcement themselves were still trying to thwart the usage of Air Treck's occasionally. This was a new era, a time to start over. And it all begins with the Trophaeum Tower. The tower that stood within the center of Otsu-Shi would only grow to become the start of the Parts War once again. But you must be wondering as to exactly how did it begin, how did one death start all of this? Well, for starters, my name is Tsukiko, Saya and this is the start of a story I'd like to call, RIDE THE WAVE. [attr="class","sumcreds"]MADE FOR RIDE THE WAVE [newclass=.ownpost]font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost b]font-family:Lato;font-size:13px;color:#aee55a;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost a]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7.5pt;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [GoogleFont=Raleway|Ubuntu|Lato] |
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Storm Rider
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POSTS : 14
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : FLAME
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Post by Chancelor Moore on Nov 2, 2016 2:54:05 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"]
Unbound wings flap freely in the gently howling wind—a bird carried by the embrace of mother nature. From the height in which the little bird flew, every mortal looked ant sized and god himself looked no different from any other fella' hitting the pavement. From the height in which this little jungle crow flew, he saw the true colors of the world and he wanted everyone to witness the very same magnificent sights he saw. It was then from the height in which this unnamed Storm Rider soared, he knew what needed to be done—he sought answers and with each flap of those wings, the jungle crow grew ever so closer to what he truly was after.
"No one ever said it'll be this high, tch." He'd whisper as the same ant sized men below watched as he ascended the tower practically uncontested. Some attempted to thwart the hooded-boy, the fabled Storm Riders of a fabled group of guardians; protectors of a treasure mankind simply isn't ready for. But those foolish enough to stand in the way of this shrouded youth found their wings clipped almost instantly—crashing and burning like the fabled Icarus of Greek Mythology.
He finally managed to reach the top, dusted and warn AirTrek's pushed to their absolute limits from the one of a kind ascent onlookers would simply call "flying". He rolled to the center, tugging on the straps of his drawstring backpack; something heavy within the strong sack. Once in the center he finally lowered his hood, showing an ebon visage with a distinctive scar across the cheek and ashen stylish hair.
"Don't make me call out your taboo ass name. Show yourself and lets handle this like grownups." The Storm Rider announced with a booming; yet charming tone of voice. Upon doing so, a murder of crows appeared from the neighboring vicinity, calling out to one another as the howling wind was overtaken by crow cries. One by one they encased the upper ceiling of the area until nothing but birds overtook the entire venue. "I'm waiting." He added, a yawn to boot.
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 0
PLAYED BY : THORN
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Post by NANA MUGEN on Nov 2, 2016 20:17:42 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"] The scent of strawberries told be the signal for death itself. An aroma all too familiar to those who've met their grave ends here in the tower where their spirits now lay. The sound of a brief hiss matching that of a zipper would be heard as, from above, it was the action of deploying the Thorn Regalia's core. "As above, so below..." spoke the voice of a feminine individual. The woman herself, Death Strawberry, said to have embodied the one known as Elegy from the poem of Ovid. The individual before her would come to embody, or was soon to embody, the part of Tragedy. With beauty coming to stand over the male as she would reside upon a higher platform, she would eye the individual who dared to trespass upon the Garden of Eden. "Just like that woman, you will also come to meet your fate here," the golden-haired woman spoke. Setting foot into the Trophaeum Tower wasn't a taboo; after all, all were welcomed to try their hand of soaring to the top. But they would have to meet the group of behemoths that guarded the tower. Several of the golden maiden's allies stood in the shadows, watching as onlookers to see their queen prep for war. "You have the choice to either state your purpose and face your end, or leave this place at once." Regalia deployed and ready for use, unbeknownst to the little crow before her. She had begun to prep her ability, remaining where she stood. [attr="class","sumcreds"]MADE FOR RIDE THE WAVE [newclass=.ownpost]font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost b]font-family:Lato;font-size:13px;color:#aee55a;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost a]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7.5pt;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [GoogleFont=Raleway|Ubuntu|Lato] |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : FLAME
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Post by Chancelor Moore on Nov 3, 2016 12:48:01 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"]
The scent of succulent strawberries twisted and morphed the air into a more pleasant aroma. The little bird grinned from the words being spoken from above him, the howling wind long since warned him of the unseen enigma. He tugged on the drawstrings of his backpack and rolled forward a few meters, positioning himself better to further handle the unknown threat stalking the shadows. Once the needed distance was reached, he'd spin around on the old and practically totaled AirTreks, chocolate brown eyes leveled skyward on the enigma. But her words struck a chord within the bird, his gaze going from soft and lighthearted to something more serious and foreboding.
"Saya? You talkin' about Saya? Her name is Saya and you will refer to her as such." His tone aggressive, a powerful gust of wind plowing against the side of the tower. Crows cried to reflect the anger of one of their own, wings flapping with gusto and excitement as black feathers floated ever so slowly to the ground below. Though, when the Storm Rider with the distinctive scar upon the cheek continued to speak, the murder of crows ceased their actions—an ill omen upon the fabled protectors in this dormant forest shrouded in mystery.
He chuckled, a big grin plastered across an ebon visage. "If a wicked witch dies in a forest of eternal slumber, do you think anyone will believe the tale?" He inquired, 1)AirTreks roaring from the insane amount of power he applied to the old motors within them—wind rippling and focused primary upon the wheels of the AirTreks in preparation for something grand.
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 0
PLAYED BY : THORN
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Post by NANA MUGEN on Nov 3, 2016 21:44:50 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"] Annoyance. The woman's name, Saya, held quite an impact upon this individual. Could it be that he was a member of the once no more Queen of the Wind Regalia? Could it be that... "Re•Surgence..." Another one. Annoyance after annoyance. The blonde maiden's head would whisk away as her gaze would shift to the side, analyzing the situation before her. "I will no longer tolerate this," the Elegy spoke toward the Tragedy, "That woman is not who you think she is, if I were you I would simply abandon the ideal of seeking vengeance––but, if you still desire to try. This is a declaration of war." Forewarning the individual, this was an opportunity of chance for the golden hhaired individual. Her porcelain skin radianting from above the individual as her crimson hues would come to focus upon him. "If you think you possess the ability to take on Sleeping Forest and discover the answer in which you seek, I assure you it won't be what you desire to hear––and besides," A quick, hissing sound would come to whisk about the still air. The whip that would be seen, already deployed, from her trecks would come to dance within the air as they would emit a bright flare of orange. Back turned. Her shadow, manifesting transparently, would come to possess the design of a valkyrie donning not just her plated helm and armor. But she would possess, in the palm of her left hand, a rapier with the hilt resembling a thorny vine whereas the guard would be but a rose––her shield in the right. "This will be the last time you see the inside of the Trophaeum Tower; as well as the last time you will ever see a Regalia before you." There was subtle meaning behind her words––but if one were smart enough, they would probably be able to decipher what Sleeping Forest's goals were right there. Enough talk. In taking a deep breath, her body would come to be coerced with air bubbles formulating in her joints. Her body become more flexible as she felt every ounce of pain from it. Her mind was silent, along with her maw. Speaking only through her actions, she would high jump into the air––approximately twenty-five feet high––as her body would dance about the air. The whip-like cords upon the back heel of her skates would dance around her body as they would circulate around her creating friction from the lashing sounds of the whips extending themselves all around her within a radius of ten. It was as if her body had become a rapid, mini tornado. And in the midst of her dazzling spin she would release an onslaught of several, give or take fifteen to twenty, energized thorns from the friction crafted out of her whips. The thorns would hurdle at a speed of forty-five miles per hour toward her intended––some of her thorns would scatter around the ebony toned male, but whether they hit or not all mattered on the individual's timing and reaction. Although, this scattering attack would only deal one-twentieth of the damage that landed and the damage that didn't. It wasn't enough to kill a person––if struck in the right area––but it was enough to get a reaction. After all, there was no way with his current level that he didn't have the aid of a Regalia to get him here or perhaps he was just that good? It all depended on what she was about see next. [attr="class","sumcreds"]MADE FOR RIDE THE WAVE [newclass=.ownpost]font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost b]font-family:Lato;font-size:13px;color:#aee55a;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost a]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7.5pt;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [GoogleFont=Raleway|Ubuntu|Lato] |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : FLAME
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Post by Chancelor Moore on Nov 4, 2016 4:21:45 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"]
The Jungle Crow found it pointless to further waste his breath on the enigma speaking complete nonsense—however, a mild hint of anger reflected in a tight fist; fingernails digging into the palm but not a single ounce of pain felt. The male Storm Rider claimed the answers he sought based solely off the little interaction alone, he tugged on the drawstrings of the sports bag yet again; a feeble attempt to hide bubbling animosity. 1)Winds grew stronger and stronger the more he pushed the old treks upon his feet, powerful mini gales constructed and circulating around twin sets of wheels. Sparks from a failing system ensued, but the unknown Storm Rider cared very little.
Her shadow manifested, a fitting sight for one who claimed to be under the emblem of Sleeping Forest. Little Crow merely grinned at the sight of the warrior, blowing a little sarcastic kiss at the mighty huntress as raging winds continued on. The male Storm Rider had no intention on speaking, until the enigma mentioned Regalia; relics of yore and tools of absolute destruction.
"Dunno' what you're going on about, Sugartits. But you talk waaaay too much." He finally replied, playing the part perusal, but clinging on to every word spoken so freely from loose lips. The female Storm Rider leaped into action, her body spinning like a top and Regalia working in perfect synchronization of her movements. 2) At the apex of her jump, the male Storm Rider with ebon skin swiftly kicked his sparking leg upward with blazing speed; a tornado of sharp wind conjured to block and intercept the whip like creations sent in his direction. With the two opposing forces clashing, razor winds reflected off one another and scarred the makeshift arena in a grand display of power and equal mastery over the element of wind. What wasn't blocked, he evaded with agile movements.
The Little Bird showed slight signs of fatigue from the hefty trick, his chest heaving inwards and out. Without missing a single beat, he took a leap of his own, the treks on his feet practically ablaze at this point. The motors within roared like a male lion ruling over his pride. 3) The male Storm Rider with the facial scar rotated his body to the right, taking full advantage of torque and momentum, and released an explosive kick aimed at the right thigh of the supposed Queen.
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
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YEN : 0
PLAYED BY : THORN
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Post by NANA MUGEN on Nov 4, 2016 23:57:16 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"] The blind leading the blind, first the woman and now this individual? As he leapt his way directly toward her after swiftly shielding himself from her sharp thorns. The golden rose would come notice out of the corner her eye that one of her fellow members intended on aiding her within such a fight, but quickly exclaiming, "No!" he would desist. The crow leapt his way toward the phoenix that stood before him. His wings soaring to feats that she thought he could not reach––she was wrong. Using her hips as an axis point, she would maneuver her body within the air as she would come to now be positioned with her head toward the ebony crow and her legs pointing toward the sky. Once more, the sound of a hissing zipper would resonate about. Had he forgotten? Her cords were loose and sharp as a snake, capable of extending beyond their limits. The left, sharp whip would come, maneuvering in a quick manner, from behind while the right would come within peripheral vision. In a quick, snake-like motion the whips would glow in a brilliant, dazzling color of orange. Scattering across the individuals body midway as he hurdled toward the mistress' web of thorns. "Say goodbye to your wings." And with that, it was like an onslaught of omni slashes scattering across the individuals body repetitively in an attempt to clip the ebony crow's wings. Whether he would survive the onslaught of slashes or not relied upon him. But this was a fated end for the ebony male, a fated end to possibly the final member of the team known as... Re•Surgence. Had her attack landed successfully, she would gracefully land where she once stood, deactivating her regalia for––yet again––another charge. She would await to see if the crow had officially lost his ability to fly. But if not...then he would definitely be a worthy opponent capable of meeting her Infinity Atmosphere; after all, the first time she had used it was upon that woman whom had also been a Re•Surgence member. Was such a team opposite of Sleeping Forest also filled with strong members? [attr="class","sumcreds"]MADE FOR RIDE THE WAVE [newclass=.ownpost]font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost b]font-family:Lato;font-size:13px;color:#aee55a;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost a]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7.5pt;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [GoogleFont=Raleway|Ubuntu|Lato] |
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 25,000
PLAYED BY : FLAME
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Post by Chancelor Moore on Nov 5, 2016 21:15:29 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"]
This was the Crow's domain—he ruled the skies and soared to unforeseen lengths with a single bat of the wings. This was the Storm Riders battle—a fight to put his mind to rest and see his good friend off the proper way. He expected the watching figures observing to jump into the fray at any minute; mange ridden mutts tend to fight in packs, after all. But not a single one of them took one important fact into consideration despite the odds being greatly in their favor. This fact, you ask? It's the simple fact the Little Black Crow with eyes burning with determination gave not even the smallest ounce of fucks. May it be a one on one bout, or a one of five brawl; the Jungle Crow with batting wings would reign supreme.
He was a just ruler of the skies; he allowed his domain to be used by all those with unbound wings. But the treasonous wench preparing for another attack could soar no longer; she too would crash and burn like those before her—perhaps she should have taken the helping hand?
1)Howling wind synchronized with the Ebon Bird, the roar of the motors within the AirTreks carrying the same pitch of the call of the wind. It was called Catching Moon Drops, creating a surface of pressured air one could practically walk upon. It took perfect harmonization between body, mind, and AirTrek. Now, this sleeping Maiden would learn why she should have remained in her eternal slumber. 2) The wind spoke to him, telling The Storm Rider where her attack would begin and end, such insight made his retaliation that much more easier. 3) Standing upon the now created platform of wind, The Storm Rider propelled himself forward with speeds more than likely unforeseen; seeming like a powerful gust of wind pushing him forward. With his kick still on course, The Jungle Crow unleashed the aforementioned kick which was originally aimed for the thigh but now aimed at the head due to the opposing Storm Riders overzealous and flashy maneuvers—such an accelerated and fast attack would more than likely hit the mark before the full movements of the orange tinted whips. If the hit connected, The fabled Guardswomen would find herself taking a rather nasty hit to the skull; from a leg with a foot practically on fire.
He'd then touch back upon solid foundation, preforming a full 360 degree spin while kicking off both AirTreks into the distance before they exploded while still latched on to his feet. But doing such actions left him completely and utter defenselessly, he could only hope such a clean hit returned her back to her slumbering ways.
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 14
YEN : 0
PLAYED BY : THORN
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Post by NANA MUGEN on Nov 6, 2016 0:51:22 GMT -5
| Under my eyelids still resides. Vestiges of summer and those too-distant skies––it was warm. Holding hands, as we picked the flowers––we sang. Memories of that evening, I wasn't there. For three months from August the clouds fall under the sway of the moon and I awaken to the fact that you'll never come back. I realize I'm alone, I'll go on a journey to find you. |
PROLOGUE [attr="class","ownpost"] Herald with grace. It would seem the crow found his way toward her as he maneuvered upon what looked to be platforms crafted out of mere wind. A stupendous technique, her trick had already been sent into full effect as her whips chased after the male from two different angles––due to having assumed her whip would reach the intended target––she had not counted on his speed being on such an even, or possibly even better, playing field. The Queen was endanger. At least, 1.)she would have been if not for one of her fellow members from the shadow's coming to immerse her body within a bundle of metal wires. Shifting her position as she would now become a marionette who would be pulled away from the individual's attempt to crush her skull within. Without thought, she was careless as well as embarrassed! She would be taken from the skies only to land upon one of the metal surfaces; her gaze shifting toward the ally who had done so. 2.)Quickly her head would direct itself upon the sudden explosion of what looked to be the skates belonging to the intruder. He was falling, and without so much as a chance for her to get back at him. The supposed Elegy would come to be stopped midway by a fellow member who would hold her wrist––assuming she was about to head off to chase after him. Instead, a member from the shadows would jump high, higher then she had in the beginning, only to release from his skates a solid pressure of steam from the bottom of his AirTrecks that would come to collide into the ebony crow's stomach. Sending him flying further down to make sure that he would never be able to fly again. But without so much as a way for him to survive the fall, she would––no, they would, assume the rider met his fate after the attack another member would launch. But upon the side of her head she would feel the sudden drip of something wet, a light gash having crossed the right side of her forehead a bit. Marked. The individual had gotten her as the gash had been not too deep, but definitely a possible scar. She would turn her attention away from the ebony crow that began to plummet to his death. Turning away as she would begin to make her way toward another room, and said, "Begin the transmission; we've failed the mission." the golden maiden uttered. "I thought he would be the one to have it––to have the Wind Regalia. That woman, she is the true Tragedy who continues to stand in our way even from her peaceful slumber." Punching the metal wall out of anger, she would shake her head. With the sudden appearance of a man who looked to have been wearing a lab coat, he would lower his body only to bow, and say, "My fair lady, there is no need to be within such a displeased state. Even though we were unsuccessful in finding the Wind Regalia and disposing of it, we'll just have to find the other Regalia's and take care of those first; along with that, we will also to do what they've asked of us. If we don't hurry they will surely get angry with us...so I'll go make the preparations." As the man in white would leave. The maiden would be left alone to tend to her duties. As she would make her way inside of an elevator, she would be taken to the highest level of the entire tower. There a room. This room would come to resemble that of a throne-like room, large and spacious. Inside there was a large screen hanging from the computer screen as there was nothing but blue upon it. With the blue remaining there for three more seconds, it would come to show a man adorning a suit and mask upon the top of a high tower. This tower was none other then the famous Tokyo Tower itself. As the individual stood there, they would come to be fixing their bow tie while adorning a smiling, white mask. Almost dropping their microphone, they would pick it up with the realization that they were now live and rolling. "Oh, howdy-do, didn't see you there! My name's Jest and you're watching D––wait, wrong thing? Oh, right, hoho! Silly me! Hi there! You may think something's wrong with your computer screen or television, but nope! It's good old, Jest! The happy-go-lucky magician that everyone loves here to tell you all, Storm Riders & Tuners alike, that the annual Parts War is underway! Yes, yes, I know, I know. It's been over twenty years since we've had such an entertaining event that, sadly, turned catastrophic in the end. But I'm here to tell YOU, the viewer, that you have nothing to fear. For there are special people who will be handling this event this time around, and there won't be any––well, not too much––catastrophe occurring.
The Parts War is coming my friends and to kick it off there will be a gathering of riders of all kind from all over the world meeting right here in Japan! Details on the location will be sent to your Skylink, which some of you whom are fairly new and may not know, but the Skylink is a special server only accessible through the memory card implemented within all AirTrecks' read functions and can be accessed only by someone such as myself or through the aid of Tool Toul To. Therefore, once you receive a message of where the meeting is to take place it will automatically––once you place on your AirTrecks––emit a sonar which will be sent toward your brain wave and your brain wave only. Granting you the knowledge of where the meeting is to take place and where you must go. Ahh, don't you just love science? So don't be alarmed when you suddenly feel a bit strange!
I don't have much time left and I've probably used up all of yours, but for those who desire to learn more about the Parts War. Visit your local library or, better yet, come to the meeting area once the information is sent. I promise you it'll be worth it and a very educational lesson!
Jest, singing out, tralala~♪♪♪" The transmission would end. And so it begins, the declaration of war games has begun. "Some people may think this is all for fun and games, but this is far more serious." The Elegy woman spoke. Turning her gaze toward a smiling face, it was none other than the jesting magician. "Oh but m'lady, the fun has yet to begun! Will you and Sleeping Forest be partaking within the games?" Jest would ask. "I have no choice, I can't afford to draw attention to myself––now can I? Sleeping Forest has a goal, and that goal must be met. So you can go tell them will continue to do our part...and we'll make sure that the final stage is set." Jest would remain silent, but a muffling laughter would come to be exhibited––mimicking a madman of sorts. "How magnetic this has become, this should be fun.
I suppose it's time to––oh what did that inferior woman say? Ah, yes!" Getting his laughter out. "RIDE THE WAVE!" Releasing a loud laughter of joy. Jest would fall upon his back as the golden haired maiden would walk past, uttering underneath her breath, "Urusai, Jest..."[attr="class","sumcreds"]MADE FOR RIDE THE WAVE [newclass=.ownpost]font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost b]font-family:Lato;font-size:13px;color:#aee55a;[/newclass] [newclass=.ownpost a]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7.5pt;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [GoogleFont=Raleway|Ubuntu|Lato] |
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