Vs. Battle #20 Ziggy Stardust vs. SleepingOrange

[SpriteMeister]

"Allez!"

[Ziggy Stardust]

(Wait, what?)
Tori regards Cap. Bibiliography from her great height. "Why, hello there, little fella!"
She jumps on the ceiling. "You know, from this perspective, you look almost threatening."

[Pieman]

"Allez!"

"Vite!"

[Orangey]

Bibliography cracked his knuckles; he grimaced as the left pinky snapped and jutted out oddly. Being newly-dead was always inconvenient: he was going to have to get back to life soon. With a flick of his wrist, Bibliography popped the errant digit back into place.

"Pardon me if I don't quiver; it's just that I tend not to heed the words of the worthless." Bibliography fingered the handles of a few wands at his belt. "Tell me; how flammable are you?"

[Ziggy Stardust]

Tori paled visibly, but, tart that she is, she answers, "No, not really. There are those who describe me as cold." She flips her hair. "Or, at least, they did."

[Orangey]

"I see. Possibly acid then." Bibliography idly traces a spiraling shape in the air with a finger; a thin line of something green and liquid appears as he does. "I've always liked acid; effective, but not showy." He snaps, and the spirally line disappears.

[Ziggy Stardust]

"That makes sense. You're not much to look at yourself." Tori glanced sidelong, which, due to her current position on the ceiling, turns into a downward ogle. "I do love that hat though. I've always had ambitions to become a gay clown, myself."

[Orangey]

(The taunt period is over; you need to do something. It's still your turn.)

[Ziggy Stardust]

(Damn, I counted wrong.) Tori flicks a throwing knife almost lazily toward the Cpt., putting extreme force behind the throw while combining it in an extravagant gesture ending with a left-handed salute. "Love you to pieces. Literally."

[Orangey]

Bibliography makes no effort to dodge. The knife thuds into his shoulder; he plucks it out daintily and tosses it from hand to hand. There were some advantages to being dead...

"You may have to be a bit more literal than that, my dear. Like so:"

Bibliography grips the knife tightly, then tosses it towards Tori; in midair, it splits into a number of knives, all lazily spinning towards her.

[Ziggy Stardust]

Tori makes a running jump to the wall behind Bibiliography. "I'm not your dear." The knives stab into the ceiling and stay there. "Pretty cool trick, though. You might be a lot cooler than I thought." Tori lunges with her sword at Bibiliography's head, quipping, "You can still go straight to hell though."

[Orangey]

Bibliography's lenses flash, and he takes a tiny sidestep, allowing Tori to fly by, her passage ruffling his hair. As she moves past him, he pulls a wand off his belt with his left hand, and a grey-glowing knife in his right.

"Been there, done that, bought the doublet, I'm afraid. There's no amount of Hells you can visit with a simple Gate spell. I picked up this little trinket from Demogorgon, actually; I believe he won't need it any more."

With a flick of his left wrist, Bibliography launches a screaming ghostly face at Tori from the bone-colored wand in his hand.

[Ziggy Stardust]

"What the duck!" screams Tori in terror. She turns a cartwheel and slams her lean back into the adjacent wall, narrowly missing a pillar along the way. "You wear doublets?"

[Orangey]

Bibliography sighs. "I lived in medieval times for centuries; some of the mannerisms stick."

Bibligraphy walks, nearly gliding, with deceptive speed towards his opponent. He raises his knife and slashes it towards her chest; it emits a low hum as it slices through the air.

[Ziggy Stardust]

Tori jogs toward the knife and Bibiliography in a burst of speed, then reaches down and does an easy front flip off the floor, skimming the ceiling as she sails over the dead man's head and knife and touching down lightly behind him. "That's no excuse. There's a world of fashion out there, you know." Tori takes her favorite boomerang out of the back pocket of her jeans. "Take me for example," she continues, flexing the light wood. "Jeans by Forever 21. Jacket by American Eagle." She faintly giggles as she pulls her arm back and lets fly the boomerang with liberal force towards her adversary. "Death by Boomerang."
(*Bonks head on desk* Ohmigod I just used that.)

[Orangey]

As Tori speaks, Bibliography pivots, just in time to see the boomerang crash into his nose; there's a faint crunch as the bridge of his nose caves in, the skin splitting across his face. The boomerang falls to the ground, and Bibliography puts a foot down on it decisively. "I do so try to avoid cliches, but if you're going to make me look dead, I'm going to look dead." Bibliography reaches up to his face with his left hand and peels the skin off, tossing the crumpled wad of flesh on the ground. As Tori watches this, Bibliography's other hand sends the knife pinwheeling towards her midriff.

[Ziggy Stardust]

Tori quickly jumps to the left, getting a shallow 4-inch slash down the side of her hip, then takes a step to the right behind a pillar."Ow! The reference! It stings!" She angles a compact mirror to check the Captain's position in the room and reflects the horror of his mangled visage in the glass. "Aaahh.." she says in awe, and sinks to her knees. "I will never be able to apply mascara again."

[Orangey]

"Probably true, but not for the reason you think." Bibliography raises his hand and the knife zips back to it. He spreads the blood on it evenly across the point, then plunges the knife into his own left wrist; Tori feels a stabbing pain in her own arm and a warm, wet trickle from her wrist. Bibliography looks upset for a moment, insofar as his expression was still readable without skin, and says "This is one of the problems with being a lich... You always want to do it the slow way."

[Ziggy Stardust]

"Ah-ah-owww... was that even necessary?" Tori asks, getting to her feet painfully without the aid of her left hand. "You know what, don't answer that, no it wasn't." She draws her sword with her right hand slowly and holds it tightly in her hand. She then advances upon Bibiliography with normal walking speed, holding the sword clasped in both hands as best as she is able. "What a badass," she mutters, and slashes her sword downward at the evil undead being before her.

[Orangey]

Bibliography gracelessly collapses at the knees and falls over backwards to avoid the blow. From the floor, he kicks out at Tori's spindly ankles and scrambles backwards. "Damn metal floors; Whatever happened to good old stone?" Bibliography slithers backwards until he reaches a wall, then up it; he's laying on his back on the wall, so appears to be standing straight up. With an odd thrust, he pulls away from the wall and is again vertical on the floor. "Then again, there are some interesting uses to this place."

[Ziggy Stardust]

"Imagine- what must raves be like?" Tori takes another of her knives from her belt and examines it thoughtfully. "One would think that this would get old after a while." She grasps her short weapon like a dart and extends it toward Bibiliography, taking careful aim toward his belt. "Never does," she observes, then rears back and lets fly her knife.

[Orangey]

Bibliography inhales sharply and becomes transparent, the dagger passing right through him; he then exhales, becoming solid again. "You have a nasty habit of being competent; we may have to curtail that." Bibliography sweeps his arm in front of him, sending a wave of flame to wide to sidestep hurtling across the room.

[Ziggy Stardust]

Tori huddles at the base of the wall, her knees tucked up to her chin with her back to the flame, trying to shield herself from the blast; naturally this accomplishes nothing, and as her clothes smoulder away from what skin she has left, she unfurls and collapses unmoving onto the cold steel floor.

[Orangey]

Bibliography strides across the floor, knife in hand, intent on perfunctorily ending Tori's life; as he approaches, he slows down cautiously, and looks for signs of breath.

[Ziggy Stardust]

Tori's eyes flutter open, and she attempts a cough, but cannot gather breath enough. She looks up at the Captain and takes in the weapon in his hand. "Quite a thorough bastard, aren't you?" she whispers hoarsely. "But very hardcore."

[Orangey]

Bibliography advances grimly; he lobs a burst of electricity at Tori before getting within reach of her, then swoops in, knife swinging for her throat.

[Ziggy Stardust]

Tori makes what might have been a counter-move, but is unable to move further. She lay still and feels the cold steel against her charred skin and sighs shallowly. "Leastways I made that Rocky Horror reference," she rasps, and closes her eyes for the last time.

[Orangey]

Bibliography crouches down and drags the knife across Tori's throat, quickly and painlessly ending her life. He stands up, brushing off his robes, and looking contemplatively at the fresh corpse. "Wraith or morg, I wonder..."

(Aaand that's twenty. Adjudication: GO!)

[Ziggy Stardust]

That was badass! High five! 

[Torg]

That was, indeed, a nifty battle. However, I recommend you try harder to not die in the future: you never know when MP might start pushing Junkyard again.