Crystal
Sword FFO Survivor:
Ghaleon
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The Legend of Drunken Emperor
OOC: Darn food. Because of dinner I've
only been able to play SO2 for about 20 minutes or so. However
they were a VERY impressive 20 minutes. The opening video
rocks, Claude's voice is not *quite* as awful as I was led to
expect (yes, I've chosen Claude's scenario, out of simple
logic and time efficiency; I'd explain, but it'd take a while)
and the story is intriguing thus far. I *LOVE* the visual
style, the one battle I've fought has me waiting impatiently
for more (though it was easy; and I've selected Full Active -
was this a good idea?). And the translation, while not
Lunar-level by any stretch, at least seems to be Grandia-level
at this point. I was expecting a Wild ARMS 2-level
translation, which would really suck, though I guess I could
still end up with one, given how little I've
played.
For reference: Lunar-level means it sounds like
real Americans; Grandia-level means it sounds like really
naive Americans (correct English with recognizable
Americanisms - but highly, highly sanitized); WA2-level means
that people frequently talk to each other, face-to-face, in
the third person - among other flat-out mistakes - and that's
just inexcusable.
Hey, Kyo! This is my first Survivor,
so I'm not familiar with the role you've played in earlier
ones. But everyone seems really glad you're here, so
hey!
Oh, and TL, I have DSL. And parents who have been
unprecedentedly willing to allow me to do this. I thought I
was going to have to argue until the cows came
home.
Anyway, enough talk. More punching! Try and catch
the movie reference!
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"LAAAAADIEEES AND GENTLEMEN! And the rest of
you! THIS - IS - THE - MAIN - EVENT!"
A member of the
crowd responded to the announcer's enthusiasm with that
immortal phrase of appreciation, "Shut the @#$%
up!"
But Ghaleon noticed none of this. He was dead
drunk, blasted beyond belief, and ready to rumble! He looked
up and rakishly blew a kiss somewhere in Lucia's direction;
she began trying every memory charm she knew in order to
forget.
"WHOOO WILL BE OUR FIRST
CHALLENGER?"
The crowd again responded: "He's already
fought three of 'em, ya moron! Wake up!"
"Oh. Crap.
WHOOO WILL BE OUR FOURTH CHALLENGER?"
Sydney Losstarot,
similar in personality to Ghaleon when they were both sober,
was also quite sick of having nothing to do, and he was
curious to meet this strange mage in combat. So he decided to
take the challenge - confident, of course, that he would
easily win, particularly given his knifelike iron
claws.
"IIIIIN THE OTHER CORNER, IT'S SYDNEY THE...
er... KIDNEY! Yeah, that works!"
By this point, the
crowd had stopped listening to the announcer, but Losstarot
quietly raised the middle claw on his right hand in the
direction of the announcer, never once taking his steely eyes
off his plastered opponent.
Ghaleon charged! He let out
a flurry of punches, the longest and most awe-inspiring yet!
And then he realized that Sydney wasn't there!
The
prophet of the Apocalypse had vanished, and now reappeared
behind him. Ghaleon, seeing this, collapsed in a drunken
stupor.
Sydney strolled casually over to Ghaleon, bent
down and smiled snidely - the Drunken Emperor was down to the
count.
But his fist shot up! And then Sydney was on the
floor. Ghaleon jumped awkwardly to his feet and pressed the
advantage, pummeling Sydney before he could regain enough
mental presence to teleport.
Tatsuya, seeing this, ran
over to help his new friend, approaching the mage from behind
to get the element of surprise. Ghaleon, in the process of
turning around to see who was coming, idly swung an
alcohol-infused limb around and, purely by accident, clocked
the approaching man in the head. He seized the advantage and
followed with another combination.
Then Randi, now
quite sick of the senseless violence, came over to help the
others. He brandished the Mana Sword
threateningly.
"Ghaleon, stop. I know you aren't
thinking straight right now, but I'm sick of all this
meaningless combat. I have a sword. You're unarmed. Think
carefully, now..."
Ghaleon, starting to lose the sheer
intensity of the alcoholic buzz, contemplated for a moment.
Then decided that Randi would punch real good, too. He charged
forward, and Randi, knowing the strength of the revived Mana
Sword, hesitated to use it, because in Ghaleon's vulnerable
state it could be fatal.
That moment of hesitation was
all Ghaleon needed. He closed in tightly enough that Randi,
like Cloud before him, was incapable of using his sword. He
tossed it aside and hoped that the proficiency he had obtained
with glove-based weaponry would be enough to win this fight.
But as Ghaleon became more sober, he became a stronger,
fiercer and more accurate fighter. Randi tried to defend
himself but soon fell under the onslaught. Ghaleon was still
loopy enough to whip out a victory dance for the
crowd.
But the three fighters he had decked all started
to get up and approach menacingly from three different
directions. And while he fought better one-on-one with no
alcohol, he needed a stiff drink to be crazy enough to take on
three at once with no auxiliary weaponry.
But looking
up, he saw ZombieRonfar standing against the railing in the
stands. He threw a jaunty salute to his good friend as he
prepared to go down. But unbeknownst to the approaching three,
ZombieRonfar had a can of beer in his hand, which he flung
with all his might. At the last second, Boxing Ghaleon
launched into a huge, somersaulting leap, caught the can in
midair, popped it open and drained it before he hit the
ground!
"WHAT A MOVE, LADIES AND... you just don't
care, do you?"
Thus fortified, Ghaleon crushed the can
on his head, then waded into the approaching trio. Arms and
legs flailed as he railed on his opponents, but after a long
and ridiculous bout, the three managed to grab all of the
flailing limbs and, with a heave, chucked the amateur boxer
into the sphere of water.
The
water was a shock to all his senses and allowed his rational
mind to regain control.
Oh, no. What did I do this
time? Judging from the angry looks of the other contestants,
probably quite a lot
He shrugged, then
swam/levitated back to the stands (where ZombieRonfar was
still cheering wildly) and strapped back on his sword, knowing
that retaliations would probably be on their way.
At
least, it seems I did not attack either of the females. That
is something, in any
event.
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OOC: Yeah, I
sobered him up, but as fun as BG is to write, the amount of
material I have to work with is quite limited. I could
probably squeeze out another episode or two, but I'd rather
have him sober up when he's still somewhat fresh,
y'know?
No hard feelings, guys.
Attack votes
to Sydney, Tatsuya and Randi.
quote:
And it's so much better to read than Othello!
My God! I would hope so!
Last edited by Crystal Sword on
08-12-2001 at 04:48 AM |