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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 23, 2013 16:46:24 GMT -5
“Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we bring you what you’ve all been waiting for! A war of the words! A skirmish of sick rhymes! A battle of the beats! Yes folks, it’s time for… the Spirit World Rap Battle Bonanza!”
The crowd was uproarious – it was indeed what they had been waiting for. The cacophonous whoops and hollers of any number of humans, Hollows, Shinigami and what-have-you rang out throughout the stadium, the soundproofing kidou only just managing to keep them in check, and hidden from the outside world. However, they did not seem to know – or care, and continued their cheering.
The stadium itself was reminiscent of the grand Roman coliseums that had held many a gladiatorial duel, this one housing different kinds of one-on-ones. The stone floor opened up, displaying just how different it was from its inspiration. Such technology was installed, that the two combatants on the platform slowly rising were kept in complete darkness, vague silhouettes being the only things that could be seen of them. A mutual silence befell the crowd, quite unexpectedly, as the announcer spoke once again, this time to introduce the two combatants. The announcer himself was hidden – he was but a silhouette as well, though he wouldn’t be revealed.
“In the red corner, we have a Shinigami from Squad for, with rhymes as sick as his patients, and a tongue as sharp as his blade! Ladies and gentlemen, raise the roof, for the Doctor, Watt Johnson!”
Despite being relatively unknown in this type of thing, Watt still managed to command some degree of respect with his actions alone. Appealing to the crowd, he crossed his arms, and smirked – he was not the kind of person to be normally overconfident, but if he won over the crowd and had the lyrics to match it, then he stood a better chance of taking home the trophy. Though it served no purpose other than giving bragging rights, it was nice to have.
“And, in the blue corner…”
((To introduce your character, just take control of the host, and make your entrance. You can make the first move, or appeal to the crowd verbally. Either way, for all intents and purposes – just for this RP – our characters know everything about each other’s lives, abilities, personalities, basically everything on their signup form.))
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 24, 2013 4:16:32 GMT -5
"EZEKIEL HIBANA!!!"
Up from above a platform lowered which had Ezekiel in a pink tu-tu surrounded by rotten cadavers. He spun around in place elegantly, radiant in the light cast upon him. Tearing off the tu-tu, he stood in place, the cadavers now obviously in sight and melted.
"He is the twist of fate, the bastard of battles, the psycho hyena himself! EZZZZZZZZZZEKIEL HIBANAAAAA!" Ezekiel jumped off the platform before it rose again, and he took the mic and shoo'd the referee.
"Hey you, Watt Johnson, came first but man number two.
You ready for this magic? Something more than your witchcraft that is.
You banana-addicted Banner when afflicted with pressure
And no cure of the sickness of insanity. Because psychosis took away your humanity,
Some witchcraft doctor, Herr Doktor, more like Herr Derr, wasn't that Hawke-ward?
Your mind soon in a wheel chair, except your mind that isn't Hawkeware.
You should be perceptive of one thing, that is failure.
You even failed at having a good tailor."
Ezekiel dropped the mic and waited for Herrderr Doktor to respond, crossing his arms and taking a few steps back.
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 24, 2013 10:25:19 GMT -5
Watt raised his eyebrow at Ezekiel, more in a condescending manner than anything, his eyes displaying something vaguely resembling apathy. Maybe it was pity – either way, deep down, anyone worth their salt in reading people could tell it was a hoax. However, who in the audience was going to know? He spun his own microphone about the tip of his finger, and held it up. Now it ws his turn to spit lyrics enough to make his foe shrivel.
“I’m no green monster, you sadistic witch!
I’m a genius, mate, the best medic for a pinch!
I’m a hellish healer, a man of the mind -
You’re just a kid whose rhymes can’t match mine.
Step into my clinic – go on, I dare ya
Cause you’ll need to after you see the new hole I’m gonna tear ya!
I’ll open up your spleen with my surgical skill –
I’m a doctor, man, because my flows are so ill.”
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 24, 2013 17:32:33 GMT -5
Ezekiel grabbed the microphone immediately and started spitting rhymes.
"It's analogies, can't you see?
You can only sew, not think, why be this idiot you assume you have to be?
Only stitching and snipping, with bewitching flesh flipping.
You'll have your string, going at it knitting while I have your head spinning.
Surgical skill and majorly ill is just folly to mask your dark lord's will.
You mend, I destroy, the healing you employ is not enough to prevent
The equivalent to the fall of Troy. I am no Achilles, you cannot dispatch me skillfully.
For I will Twist your Fate Willfully.
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 24, 2013 18:11:55 GMT -5
Watt, not missing a beat – in both senses of the phrase – followed up with his own lines. Ezekiel was proving stubborn, but he hadn’t been making friends with the more literate Shinigami for no reason. Smug as ever – a standard requirement – he showed his foe his own moves.
“You would know about twisted, you little mummy’s boy.
You may not be Achilles, but she was damn well Helen of Troy.
You’re a stain on the Gotei, a blip in their history.
How you think you can beat their cap’s a bit of a mystery,
It’s like your brain’s all jittery, drunk with misery.
You say I can’t do enough and that my efforts are in vain –
Let’s see you beg for help when you’re on the floor in pain.
I’m a medic – pick the team that I’m not on and you’ll regret it.
Head of the class, educated, medicated - come and get it.”
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 24, 2013 19:15:03 GMT -5
Ezekiel became angry at his opponent, grabbing the mic and ready to spit more flows.
"No path is straight, no path contains...purities nor does the brain.
I revelate, I learn upon receiving in this dark rain.
Death follows me, but you wouldn't understand the pain.
You couldn't comprehend, not like me who has kept sane.
You see, I am no idiot I'll remain, not letting my influence wane.
I cannot kill the beast, but the bravery brings no shame.
You are a doctor, yet you have simple plasticity,
But you wouldn't understand that, because your just part of medical simplicity.
You heal like a one-to-three, no complex steps that allows plasticity to increase.
You heal, you've seen so much blood you cannot feel,
but keep me in that boat, but I still take desire in the bodies I melt,
And when I make throats into moats".
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 24, 2013 20:01:49 GMT -5
Watt seemed to take some small offence to having his profession insulted. Given that it was really the only thing he was good at, this was likely a sore spot, but nothing that would break him enough to interrupt his flow. In the meantime, he got his own flow underway, preparing to strike back.
“Was that a verse, or are you just spouting crap?
Because all I’m seeing is my junior needing a slap!
I’m over five hundred years old, and I’m more able to adapt!
My abilities make yours seem like someone just took a crap!
You’ve got all of this rage and a lust for war,
So tell me, Zekkie – what are you even fighting for?!
You’re pursuing a goal that’ll only get you slaughtered,
Like a spiritual cow in a house of starving paupers!
I heal the men who’ll kill you if I don’t get your arse first.
You turn throats to moats, I’ll cut your guts like bratwurst.
I’m a doctor
Surgeon
Medic and a scholar
You’re just a sadistic little pup that desperately needs a collar!”
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Post by Ezekiel Hibana on Apr 24, 2013 20:27:02 GMT -5
Ezekiel had one final verse left in his inventory. He was ready to make his finale.
"I fight for revenge, the death of my mother and my happiness coming to an end.
They ruined it, they controlled me, there is no amends.
How could I, the Twist of Fate be higher than the power you send?
You're a surgeon, the spiritual equivalent to the mortal men.
They have hundreds of you, you think risk on you they'll spend?
Watt, your as significant as a single Watt, they'd replace you faster than you'd be shot.
Timing is golden, but by the time I'm golden you'd already rot.
I don't bring myself, I bring an army to match your lot.
You're the blue jay, you're no mockingbird, but this isn't something you've just heard.
You cannot heal the dead, you cannot stop these deadly rhymes.
You're five-hundred years old, I'm only two-hundred,
Plasticity is fastest with the younger aged.
You don't know psychology, you only know about medical suffixes of -ology.
I'm the Twist of Fate.
Prodigy.
Murderer and a fellow scholar.
You are the dirt under my fingernails that I'll "Sho" into the soul cycle with my power."
EDIT: We are taking a vote on who won like ERB, right?
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 25, 2013 16:39:10 GMT -5
((Yeah, that's probably best. I'll open it up for people to vote - we'll have the audience decide who won this little skirmish.))
Watt, wanting to end the battle with a bang, decided to drop his slickest rhymes – in his opinion, anyway. Ezekiel had stepped to him, and it was only fair he exact his punishment upon him.
“I’m sorry Ezekiel, your points are moot.
Your speak with angst, and your words are crude.
I’m a man with a scalpel, sword and chain.
I’m a hero for the weak and evil’s bane.
There are loads of surgeons but only one of me.
You look at the forest, but can’t see the tree.
I’m not just a doctor, I’m a soldier too.
I’ll beat you up and run you through.
You don’t stand a chance, I thought you knew.
Bring an armada for all I care -
You’ll never win, not here nor there.
The dead stay dead, you know this well.
You’ll know it even better when I send you to Hell.
I’ll bring down the might of the Court Guards down on your arse,
You’re a petty little lout, where do I even start?
I’ll shatter your bones like they were made of glass,
Sorry about this junior – you’re completely outclassed.”
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF END POINT HISTORY!
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