Reckage of the Bolt. (anyone)

ooc: I'll be using project 39 (see siggy)

Bic: "This'll take forever to repair!" Surge yelled at himself examining the reckage of his ship again. "The hyperdrive is toasted... it looks like..... Spast! It's no use, where will I find..." His repairs where cut short by a rattle of metel. A chunk fell off the top of his craft, landing at his side. "Show yourself!" He said drawing his sword, ready for combat.

Ooc: Am I allowed to do something here? I'm so confused! Can I? Let me know cause then I will edit my post and put something.

ooc: as far as I know, do you have an aproved character?

OoC:Wait...do we have to go to school first?

ooc: No, the school is to help you get better at Fighting and RPGing.

Ooc: One more problem. You're going tokill me, I know. But my character is LOZ based. Um...can I still use it? Um...gosh, I'm so sorry!

To clear up some things!

First off, all those posts should have been pms, there was no use for the rest of the forum to see it.

Secondly, any approved char can be used against any approved char.

Thirdly, The point is not to kill other chars, which you can never do. Unless you both decide one of your chars can be killed to end the battle.

OoC: THANK YOU SOO much! OK. But one thing, I wasn't talking about killing my character in the story, I was talking about Reborn killing ME because I was being annoying (I think) with all my questions. Well...Here I go. I'm going to stink. (Nayorin)

"Whoa! No need to get so worked up!" A feminine voice said. "I'm just here to...well, I don't know why I'm here." The girl jumped out of nowhere. Surge replaced his sword, wiping a bead of sweat off his head in relief. It was just a girl!

"Who are you?"

"Me? I'm no one! Just a little girl who happened to be wondering around. What? Am I not allowed?" She gave him a large smile, one he couldn't argue with. “Um…and…where am I?”

“You’re here,” Surge replied.

“Do you need help?” She changed the subject, walking over to him. She leaned down next to him, a curtain of black hair falling in her face as she examined the mangled ship. “I’m not that good, but I can offer SOME help.” She looked into his face.

“Wait. Hold on. Who are you?”

She looked shocked. “Oh! Stupid me! There I go…anyway…I’m Nayorin! Pleased to meet you!” She smiled again, standing up and sticking out her hand. He looked from her hand, to her face, smiling so much her eyes were closed. Then back at her hand.She looked younger than himself. At LEAST fifteen years younger than his age of thirty-four.

“Why are you so friendly?” He was used to being shunned away. Most didn’t like the way he looked.

“What?” She drew back her hand, her smile fading. “I just like friends!” She looked at him. He looked mean, ruthless. But she could see that he didn’t mean any harm to her. Nothing fazed her. Not much, anyway.

OoC: Um...so how was that? Too girly? Um...sorry. If anything needs to be changed, just tell me! I mean, anything about Surge.

ooc: You did a good job interacting with my character

bic: "This dosn't scare you!?" He drew his sword high in the air and raised his left hand as well and came down hard slicing his own arm off, spraying blood all over the young girl. She screemed because she was shocked by this sudden action. She looked down at Surg's arm, then at where it once was. Sinues started to extend and his bone grew out and skin began to form, before she knew it his arm had fully re-grown.

ooc: sorry it's so short, I have to go.

OoC: That's OK. I'll write more. I like to write! ^_^ Going on...


“WHOA! That is AWESOME!!" Nayorin said, shaking out her arms, trying to get the blood off. Like I said, nothing much fazed her. "Can I learn to do that?" Surge stared at her in shock.

"You're really not scared?"

"No…" She looked at him like he was stupid for not getting it. "I think it's awesome!"

“What about this?” He turned his back to her. She looked at his back.

“Yeah?” Suddenly, tentacles started coming out of his gray skin. Nayorin squealed, taking a step back. She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “Wow, you are awesome! What the heck are you?” She stepped into a puddle of blood. She stepped to the other side, shaking out her pants. “Yuck.”

“…WHAT?”

“I said, what are you.” He turned around, the tentacles going back into his skin. He stared with his bright, yellow eyes right into her dark, black ones. She didn’t even flinch.

“I’m…I’m a…I’m…Gordothian.”

“Cool. I’m a Hylian. What’s your name?”

“Er…”

“Cool name! I’m Nayorin.”

“You told me that already.”

“So, Er,” she said, ignoring his comment, “do you have anywhere that I can wash off?” She indicated to her blood-covered clothes. “No offense, but it’s disgusting.”

OoC: I'm sorry if I'm taking more of a comical approach with this. If you want it more serious, just tell me. ^_^ It'll be mostly serious, though.

Ignoring her question, Surge stood to his full height and looked her in the eyes. "Are you affraid that I'm working for a warlord who is planning to enslave the universe and rule it as almighty emporor? I have killed thousands of inhoscent men, women and children to bring forth the law and might of Slag! The superior leader of the UNIVERSE! BOW BEFORE HIS POWER!" Surge pulled out his blaster and pointed toward the girl's head.

Nayorin instinctively took a step back. She positioned herself with her left leg back farther than her right, and her right hand’s palm facing him with the left hand over the back of her right.

"Don't even try it," Nayorin said in a voice he didn't recognize as hers. "You would be wise not to move. I , but I will if it's completely necessary. Fur-." She said half a word, and a white ball appeared in her palm, aimed right at him. They were in a lock, a stalemate. If either one fired the other...well, the other would at least get…hurt…possibly.

Nayorin had no idea if Surge could regenerate his head, or other vital organs. She was directing her Fury Blast at his head, but if it would make a difference, she would not know.

Surge, on the other hand, knew that she would be seriously hurt, maybe even killed if he used his blaster on her.

OoC: The plot thickens...good job! ^_^

ooc: Ooh, fun.

bic: Surge stood there looking at the girl with his gun pointed at her head. He searched his mind to find something to end this and have himself be the one standing. He didn't expect a young girl mabey 14 or 15 to be prepaired for an attack. "Well young missy, I think I over reacted. My name is Project 39, what's yours?"

She lowered her hand, still being causious about this large figure. "My name is---" She was cut off by a quick movement by Surge, he had apparently whiped out a couple of his tenticles from his back and hit her in the legs, knocking her to the floor.

"Nobody threatens me!" Project 39 said pulling out his sword spinning arround in his hand and back to its regular attacking possition.

"Errrr...you didn't have to trip me!" She yelled as she rolled over. The ball had disappeared from her hand, but she quickly brought it back. "Fury..." it was even larger than when she just said the "Fur" part. "And I didn't threaten you! And you don't, by the way, AND in case you haven't realized, threatened me, or made me feel threatened..." She stood, using only her legs, still facing her palm towards him.

She stepped back as he spun his sword again.

"Oh, you wanna have a sword fight? 'K!" The ballsucked back into her hand, and she reached behind her to get her sword. She too flipped it around her hand. "And I don't care how ruthless you seem, or how much you hate to have a friend! 'Cause you know deep down, that you want me as a friend, and I'm not giving up!" Nayorin smiled. "Now, you can have me as a friend the hard way, or the easy way!" Her expression turned fierce.

"Pick the easy way."

Surge put away his sword and got to his knees before the girl, "You're right! I need a friend. I should just forget my evil ways." He paused for a moment, "What do you think I am, a Plutonian?" He whiped his fist foward thrusting a beam of energy toward the young girl.

ooc: Sorry it's short, bed time.

"Ah! You dork!" She jumped to the side, kicking him in the face. "I don't care what you do! You're my friend!"

Surge made a growling noise, like he was mad. He stood up. Nayorin had her sword in a ready position. "Yo dork, you seem mad. A friend is good when you're mad."

"No."

"Yes. Now since you refuse to take the easy way out, I'll just have no knock some sense into you."

When will this girl learn that I could snap her in half with two fingers? Surge thought to himself. He wiped his face from the girl's kick and spoke, "I'm not going to kill you little missy. But please, Just your voice itself hurts my ears! I did overreact, But have YOU ever had the presure of a thousand innosent women and children's deaths on your sholders? Believe me kid, you don't want a friend like me."

"Maybe I don't know what it's like. But, come on! We all have sadness, we've all been lonely, we've all had our share of trouble. But from the moment I stepped here, I knew you were in trouble. Not only because of this," she pointed to the ship,
"But because YOU are in trouble. I can help you lessen that load on your shoulders. I want to...my fate in cruel. All fate is cruel. I don't know what's going to happen to me...it's so vague. That's why I want to learn about people...make friends with as many people as I can. I may never get the chance again.
But if you won't be my friend for me...be at least for yourself. I can help you."

"..."

"So, what is your desicion? Will you be my friend, or not?"

OoC: Today is Nayorin's b-day! Happy sixteenth b-day, Nayorin! ^_^

ooc: This is gunna be hard to start a fight. Oh, Happy birthday Nayorin!

bic: Surge looked down at the girl, evidence of a slight smile at the ends of his cheeks showed, "I appreciate your kind thoughts, but you don't understand what it's like to be me. Just leave me be." He said picking up his welder and continued his work.

The young lady stayed there watching him work on his ship, "What happened anyway?" she asked keeping a close eye on his movements.

"Leave me little girl." He said again raising his voice higher than before. She began to leave, but Surge spoke up again, "Wait!" He said rising to his feet. "You seem like you can put up a good fight. Tell ya what, I chalenge you to a friendly duel. If you beat me, you can stay and watch. But if I beat you. Leave me and let me work alone. Do we have an accord?"

OoC: Yeah...Oh well. Oh, and thanks. Now Nayorin is sixteen. I like your bunny in your sig. It took me a while to see it, but now I do!! ^_^ Am I supposed to put it in my sig if I want??

BiC:

"Hm. Finally! OK, I'll except your challenge! I'm not the best fighter in the world, but I'll take you on! Friendship always wins. And I represent that!"

"Are you going to stop talking about friendship before we're ?"

"Ah ah ah, this is a friendly duel. Which means that no one can die, and no one can try to kill. Which means no ly attacks, even if it misses. OK?" She stepped a few paces back from him, and drew her sword. The stone on her forehead glinted, and he noticed it for the first time. Still, he paid no attention to it.
"Ready?" she asked.