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JC
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YAY!!!!

You guys probably don't care but turns out they put off my operation!

So I'm back in business...

I take back that vote for Maiji...damn everyone's a sidekick.

and i take those ones i gave to the others back and now im going on a rampage.

attack votes to: Luna, Ashton and Rena oh and don't forget Lenneth...(I'm innocent!!!!!)

that leaves me with two

I'll write it up in a bit but I just wanna get my votes on the table before it ends or something...

DAMN, server is busy...oh yeah sylphid...gotta agree with that! It sux having a family that wants to use it!!!

Last edited by JC on 08-07-2001 at 06:15 AM

08-07-2001 03:20 AM
 
 
Crystal Sword
FFO Survivor: Ghaleon

Storming the gates! Or not...

A drunken machine. I almost feel as though I must be drunk myself to be seeing such utter nonsense. But still, he seems to know the key, as it were, to relieving Ronfar and Izlude of their crisis of the day.

So, the military complex. The machine seems to know where he is going, but I am not sure if he is actually leading us in the right direction, given the large, official-looking establishment behind us and the shopping district at the end of the glass tunnel we currently traverse.

"Pardon me for being so... dense, sir, ah, Marshall, but it seems to me that we are heading in entirely the wrong direction. Are you quite certain we are on our way to the military complex?"

"Sha... shackut."

Shock it? Or short-cut? Hopefully, the latter.

But this is indeed a shopping district, and quite a run-down one at that. Machine parts strewn everywhere, blood on the walls, magical screens displaying "The server is too busy" and stores with no vendors.

And why is our robotic friend approaching one of these stores now...?

"I wunt shem bat... batareezh..."

Batteries! Not again...

"I'll take those, thank you. No more acid for you until you lead us to the military complex."

"Hey, Nash, it ain't cool to deprive a man of his drink like that!"

"Izzy's right, Nash. Give him a break, man!"

Ah, yes, the drunkards. I should have known they would have taken offense at that. Time for another confident smirk.

"I am not depriving 'him' of anything, friends. Merely providing an... incentive... to take us to our destination more speedily. Come along, then."

Look at their dejected expressions. What a group of soaks.

"Worry not, you will receive your 'fix' in due course. But I am not about to wait around for my companions to be attacked while chained together thus. Once you get us into the complex, the batteries are yours."

And thus we set out again, going in precisely the opposite direction. Naturally.

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OOC: Thunder Blossom! TERRANIGMA! That's great!

Oh, and thanks a lot, Feanor! I may just need it...

08-07-2001 03:27 AM
 
 
Daigohji
Ronfar - FFO Survivor

OOC: I must be mad staying up until 4am like this. Anyway, in the absence of a danger list this is going on gut instinct *nods*

1 vote against Alundra.
1 vote against Katsuya.

My r-vote goes to Zynk.

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I'm a boozer with a mission

Team: Arts Of War is
Ronfar -- Ghaleon -- Izlude

08-07-2001 03:28 AM
 
 
Saint7
Eternal Student of Gaming

quote:
Saint, that Café Soufflé thing was hilarious. Seriously. You are awesome.


oh hey tanks , bud. altough i don't think i was ver y successful, i got daigohji confused ^_^ i really really x 100 like your posts\\ u r very creative..

sorry i f my posting right now is awkward.. i'm powering up Ashley in VS byusing my left
thumb to repeatedly hit the attak buttun on a suit of armour in da game...it gives my higher affinity to hit humans)...so I'm my right fingers to typew right now... (btw, this is all MakubeX's idea via our ICQ conversation, she told me to do...


DAMMIT!!!!!


Makube!!!!!!!!!! you didn't tell me the suit of armour could break!! I thought it was invincible!! How am I supposed to gain affinity for humans now???????

*sigh*

Now I have to find other means of powering up my weapons...poo..

*grabs magic spatula and hits chibi-Zidane* poo you too...

1 vote to Zidane

-s7, grumble grumble


Last edited by Saint7 on 08-07-2001 at 03:36 AM

08-07-2001 03:29 AM
 
 
Angelalex242
Vampire with a soul

Lucia and Celes, after giving the drunken streaker another reason to get drunk, continued their search for Marle. Lucia's tracking spell, keyed to Marle's pendant, would find her eventually. Of course, they wouldn't find her before yet more cyborgs found them.

The first cyborg that came along entered Lucia's energy field, and malfunctioned. It then started singing...well, chanting really, the worst rendition of Eyes on Me imaginable. Celes looked askance at her friend, who just shook her head.

"I have no clue."

The next robot that malfunctioned then asked for 5 gil. As luck would have it, somebody left 5 gil on the causeway. Celes picked it up and gave it to the cyborg, who then proceeded to cut his own throat and jump in a crappy rendition of a ninja flip. Of course, it screwed it up and landed on its head. Celes and Lucia couldn't help chuckling at it.

The next robot manged to shock Celes out of her skin when it malfunctioned, as it broke into a surprisingly good rendition of Aria de Mezzo Catterre. Apparently, it still had to good sense to access an mp3 of it. Celes went into a trance. She couldn't move. She was too shocked and amazed.

10 minutes later...

"Celes? Are you okay? Celes?"

"Was it me, or did that robot just sing an opera?"

"Err, yes it did. Why?"

"Because that was the opera I performed in."

Lucia blinked. "I wonder why it did that?"

Celes stated, "The robots seem to do strange things whenever they come close to you. It must be your magic. It doesn't seem to mix well with robots."

Lucia shrugged. She couldn't help it, whatever it was.

"Let's just try to find Marle before a robot starts trying to sing one of MY songs."

Celes, sobered by that possibility, quickly hurried along beside Lucia.

08-07-2001 03:44 AM
 
 
Crystal Sword
FFO Survivor: Ghaleon

Storming the gates - for real!

OOC: Thanks, Saint! I really appreciate the positive feedback. BTW the suit of armor will regenerate if you leave the room.

And Angelalex, that is too classic! I'm glad everyone is having fun with the tournament!

Now for more of the story:

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Ah, the military complex. Positively huge, but rundown. No lack of guards at the entrance, though.

And no lack of impulsiveness on the part of my teammates, either.

"Wait! Ronfar! We should..."

And there it goes; the Black Dragon, soaring through the sky like a bird of prey. If only he had waited, there must have been a better way to attack than a head-on collision.

And yet, the dragon has destroyed them all. I suppose one learns something new every day.

"Never mind, Ronfar. *Sigh.* Nicely executed."

"Damn straight!"

I cannot believe I am actually going through with this ludicrous scheme...

*Switching to third-person for action sequence*

The three sprinted up to the door, after Ghaleon hastily conferred the batteries to the robot, whose face, if such were possible, lit up with bliss.

As they approached the doors, though, they saw that more guards were pouring out of the facility. Izlude vaulted and plunged, spearing them like so many kabobs, as Ronfar called the Black Dragon around for another pass. Ghaleon briefly considered using his magic but instead, being in such close proximity already, opted to utilize his momentum to send his amethyst blade slicing through multiple robots. Soon, the fight was over, though flying sparks and rising smoke did little to improve the motley group's appearance.

But just then, the Marshall approached from behind.

"Why are you coming back? I gave you your batteries, did I not?"

"No, itsh jusht... I need tah come... tah redeem mahshelf for loshing teh keysh."

"Er... alright, then, be quick about it."

Ronfar brought down the door with the Dragon's help before Ghaleon could stop him, and the three went inside, Ghaleon shaking his head in resignation.

"Thish ellllllllllll... er, ellivater leadsh to the cuntrol room. Thatsh where the keysh iz."

Stepping onto the glass plate inside the great glass tube, the four travelers shot up into the vast ceiling of the military establishment...

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Arts of War Team: Ghaleon (Crystal Sword), Daigohji (Ronfar), Izlude (Izlude)

Last edited by Crystal Sword on 08-07-2001 at 03:52 AM

08-07-2001 03:46 AM
 
 
Shinji
EVA Pilot

Saint - Was that a Breakfast at Tiffany's reference??
Angel, I like how the cyborgs have internal mp3 players! ^^
And one more thing...love the hamsters.
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Celes was hot, tired, and confused. "Lucia, mind if we break for a bit?" she inquired, taking a seat on the road.

"Well, alright." Lucia relented. "But only for a short while, okay?"

-Snoooore-....Celes was already propped up against a building, sleeping soundly. And as she slept, she had a dream. A chibi-dream!!!
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**cue in FF8's "Odeka de Chocobo**

Chibi-Celes was riding her chocobo in a happy green field when suddenly Chibi-Zidane came running towards her. "WHEEE!" he cried, sticking out his tongue. "Celes-chan is ugly! And a stinky-poo!!"

"Hey!" Chibi-Celes turned bright red! "Who do you think you are?" Chibi-Celes picked up a large turtle and hurled it at Chibi-Zidane, but he dodged it.

"Missed me! Missed Me! Now you gotta kiss me!!" So Chibi-Zidane climbed on Chibi-Celes' chocobo a placed a fat wet one on her lips.

"EWWW!" screeched Chibi-Celes. "Now you're gonna get it!!" Chibi-Celes then whipped out the magical tuba of dreams and repeatedly pounded Chibi-Zidane's head with it. The tuba made silly-willy sounds like a hippo passing gas! "Haha! How's that for 'layers of harmony'!" Celes squealed.
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"C'mon Celes, WAKE UP!" Lucia was tapping her foot impatiently.

"Oh..." Celes began groggily. "Sorry, I was just having a bizarre dream..."


One vote to Zidane, and one vote to Ryo!

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Last edited by Shinji on 08-07-2001 at 04:24 AM

08-07-2001 03:51 AM
 
 
Crystal Sword
FFO Survivor: Ghaleon

OOC: Shinji, I think "inspired brilliance" is the only term to describe that chibi-rrific post!

08-07-2001 03:55 AM
 
 
Shinji
EVA Pilot

Aww, thanks CS!

**continues reading the many pages of posts he missed** o_O

08-07-2001 03:57 AM
 
 
Cloud Stryfe
Holy Knight

Cloud wandered the strange city, mumbling to himself, "Tif...I'm so sorry....you've gotta be okay....." Suddenly, two little people came running up to him, talking in chipmunk. "What the hell are you? OW!! That HURT!!!" Cloud yelled, as one of them bit him. "I'm NOT IN THE MOOD!!!" Cloud yelled, as he lifted one of his feet up, and stepped on them both. "Don't..mess..with me...right now..." Cloud said, as he walked onward.

"What is wrong with me? Why can't I control my own strength....or even my actions?....And why can't I even protect the one I love?"

Cloud walked onward. before he noticed someone...no...two someones. "Vincent...and.....Tseng?" he asked himself. "What the hell..?" Cloud walked towards them, hoping he could talk to Vincent about his problems...at the moment, Vincent may be the only one who could possibly understand...




My Votes go to Ryo and Zidane. BAD NO SHOWS
My R-Vote goes to Tatsuya

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I am the master of my own illusionary world...

Read my Live Journal

08-07-2001 04:03 AM
 
 
Slipstream
I Like Swords

Impressive though the city of Esthar was, Arngrim had to admit it was getting pretty monotonous. A man can only take so much of the same glass and steel background without becoming bored, careless, or both. Zynk was still interested in their surroundings, admittedly, but Arngrim and Beowulf had long since stopped looking around and were now talking.

Talking being the loosely operative word, of course. 'Arguing' wouldn't have been too inaccurate either, although 'full-throated flaming row' was perhaps just a bit over the top as a description.

"Look, this is a tournament to the death! We've been fairly lucky so far, but you have to accept that there are people out there trying to kill us! That fire demon almost took your hand off! What possible reason is there not to attack them first?"

Beowulf sighed, wondering if he would ever get through to the hard-headed mercenary. "Arngrim, ever person here was unwittingly dragged from their home world - what makes you think that most of them want to even be here?" Including myself...

"They probably don't... but..."

"But nothing. Some of them don't want to fight, either, but are being forced to in order just to stay alive. All I'm saying is that we have to try and take down any opponents without killing them," the temple knight argued, "and no man deserves to die in a foreign land in a conflict that has no purpose."

Arngrim fell silent, reflecting on the knight's words. It wasn't that he enjoyed killing - what he cherished in combat was the challenges offered by skilled opponents, the chance to set body, mind and soul against others in the ultimate test of life. It was an unfortunate fact that the death of the loser was too often the price paid for those challenges. A man much like Beowulf had once told him that "in war, only one can survive," and that was the creed this tournament was based on.

But that didn't mean that to lose was to die. The strange couple from the temple had said something about warriors returning to their own worlds if they were in danger of dying, didn't they? And although it would not be easy, Arngrim knew that he and his two allies were capable of disabling an opponent without killing them outright.

"I still don't think this is the best idea, Beowulf," the mercenary finally said. "But you're right - there are some people, at least, that haven't brought death upon themselves by their actions. I'll try and avoid the killing blow."

The temple knight relaxed a little, but still didn't look entirely convinced. "I want your word on that, Arngrim. I mean this."

Bemused, Arngrim held up his right hand and solemnly intoned, "I swear I will not kill anyone." Dropping it again, he said "Is that good enough for you?"

Beowulf nodded; the three set off walking again, as the team had ground to a halt at some point during the interchance.

So intense. I might have been a divine warrior, but I never really believed in the path of the gods - it was just a way to further my need for challenge which the mortal world could no longer provide. But you, Beowulf... you believe in what you say, and your cause, and you are a better man than I could ever be.

Is that what I was truly searching for? Was the reason I only found myself to be alive in battle because I never believed in anything or anyone?


Arngrim shook his head to try and clear such murky thoughts, only to find that there were three figures not far from them, as yet not having seen them in return because they were facing in a different direction. A knight much like Beowulf in appearance, a man with metallic claws covering the entirety of his arms and a deep tattoo on his back, and the third with loose clothing and wild hair. The latter one, at the least, looked eager and ready for a fight.

Beowulf frowned. "We have not chosen the easiest of paths to walk, it seems - all of these men seem capable in battle. Is there any way we can put them at the disadvantage?"

There was, but it wasn't something he was overly proud of. "I have a skill I can use to get behind them without their noticing, we could use that to catch them in a pincer move. Normally I would distain to use it, but..."

"But we're trying not to kill, and taking them by surprise is the best way to do so. I understand," the knight replied. "Do what you must, Zynk and I will be ready."

Arngrim concentrated for a moment, bringing the attack skill 'Dark' into his memory and aligning it with his soul. Immediately he seemed to waver in appearance, still visible but somehow just not that noticable by the opponent. He unsheathed his broadsword and moved to jump to a balcony just below this walkway, to try and get round more easily. "And if they resist too strongly, and the only alternative is to kill them anyway?" he asked Beowulf.

"Hey! You swore!"

Arngrim smiled wryly. "Trust me," he said sardonically, and leapt off the walkway.


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OOC: Aaaah, too tired, I just wanted to get a post in before going to bed. I'm casting three votes in this battle against Gohan, Sydney and Delita, and also two votes on Katsuya and Ryo not mentioned here, forgoing the last two votes as before. My Reversal Vote goes to Ronfar.

G'night, all, hope to be with you tomorrow!

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"Are you just a blade of grass, to be blown in the wind?"

Last edited by Slipstream on 08-07-2001 at 04:09 AM

08-07-2001 04:03 AM
 
 
Saint7
Eternal Student of Gaming

quote:
Was that a Breakfast at Tiffany's reference??


You are so smart, Shinji.

BTW, thanks Crystal Sword for the tip...I was about to go cuckoo for cocoa puffs!

08-07-2001 04:04 AM
 
 
Daigohji
Ronfar - FFO Survivor

The marshall swayed gently to the torturous muzak in the lift. As a tinny pan pipe rendition of Melodies Of Life came on with over 400 floors still to go, Ronfar wished they had just taken the stairs instead.

Finally the lift stopped and the doors opened into a large square room with black marble tiles and rows of blank monitors. The Marshall staggered forward, still mumbling, “Keesh … zzt … keesh”. The warriors followed as it approached one of the computer banks, stared blankly at it for several moments then drifted over to another. This continued seemingly at random for several minutes until it stopped by one particularly large machine and pointed at it. “Keeeesh” it said with satisfaction.

A thin probe extended from it’s index finger and interfaced with the console. The screen lit up and displayed the following;

Thank you for choosing Esthar General Self-Destruct (Version 2.0.4) This is a shareware application, for full access to such advanced features as Planetary Armageddom ™ and Biochemical Saturation (pat. pend.) please send 30,000G to Dr. Odine.

“Er, Marshall? Are you sure these are the keys?” Izlude asked shakily.

“Keesh” the plastered android insisted as the readout continued:

M.A.R.S.H.A.L.L. level access or higher required to initiate city-wide destruct…
Access granted 05.
Initiating destruct…. … …
Server is busy. Please wait.


The three warriors sighed as one in relief. It was shortlived, however.

Initiating destruct…
Initialised.
Esthar self-destruct witll commence sequentially from programmed epicentre in ten seconds. Subsequent blocks will destruct every 15 minutes that follow.”


“And where the £#@% is the epicentre?!” Ronfar screamed at the robot as it began to drool machine oil.”

Ghaleon sighed, “Do you really need to ask?”

Izlude turned and thrust his spear through a nearby window. The whole pane of glass shattered. It sailed on for several metres before becoming embedded in the side of a road that ran alongside. The dragoon, cleric and magician were not far behind. They flung themselves out the window but only Izlude had the momentum to reach the road. Ghaleon and Ronfar both felt gravity begin to reassert itself when the entire complex shuddered and glass poured outward with flame at its heels. The shockwave thrust the warriors forward and they almost overshot the road. Taking only the briefest moment to catch their breath they exchanged glances the meaning of which was clear to all… it was time to get out of there.

___

OOC: Over to you Izlude.

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I'm a boozer with a mission

Team: Arts Of War is
Ronfar -- Ghaleon -- Izlude

08-07-2001 04:08 AM
 
 
Crystal Sword
FFO Survivor: Ghaleon

OOC: Given that our teams are swapping R-votes, I give my R-vote to Arngrim.

And Saint, I'm glad I could prevent such a terrible fate!

08-07-2001 04:08 AM
 
 
Maniac Ranma
FFO Survivor : Dias Flac

And there she was....
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Dias had almost passed her until he noticed the blue hair, the smile, the beautiful ears....it was Rena.

He stopped running and stood stock still. As always he couldn't think of anything to say to her...the only person who was genuinely nice to him...the only person in the entire world he cared about.

"Hi!" She said, blushing like crazy. Dias didn't realize it but he had just lost his cool-guy exterior and was blushing like a schoolboy. "Um...I'll catch up, Tseng." He said to the Turk who shrugged and ran off in search of people to beat up.

Rena smiled somemore and looked him over. The handsome face, the strong arms, the bloodstains all down his side....the bloodstains!

"Oh, Dias! What happened!?" She said and turned him around so she could see his wounds better. "Cure Light!" She said and sent her Nedian Healing powers over his wounds. Dias felt her warmth and could smell her...and realized he needed to control himself. Claude was probably here.

"I...uhgh...I found the sword of Light....In mars..." He said.

Rena didn't look up from her healing him. "How? Claude had the sword of light with him when he came to Expel."

Dias bit his lip. Damn Claude. "No, he had that wierd box, remember. I found the real sword." He pulled it from his scabbard when she had finished healing him and she scrutinized it. "This...this is the real sword of light!" She exclaimed.

Dias felt his chest swell slightly with pride...that and air now that he could finally breathe more easily. "Yeah, but that sword hasn't been anything but trouble..." And with that he relayed his story about how he had found the sword, been kiddnapped and beaten up by a beam of light and dropped over a forest. How he'd spent a day healing himself, exhausted his magical powers, met Tseng, and how the sword could inflict incredible damage but it reflected it all back on him.

"Dias...I'm sorry." Rena said.

Dias nodded. Then he noticed Leon sitting on the ground behind them, working on a plan or something. "How's it going, Kid?" Leon looked up and glared at him, then went back to work. Dias looked around. "Is Claude here?" He asked hesitantly.

Rena gulped. Apparently she'd avoided this subject as well. "Ugh...no...he isn't...he's back on Expel..."

There was a silence and then Dias finally said. "I love you, Rena."

Leon started choking and Rena's eyes widened. "You... I..." she stammered. This wasn't what she'd expected.

Dias bit his lip. What was he doing!?!?!? "I...Love you, Rena Lanford....I have since we were little....and if it weren't for Claude....I...." He paused. How do you say that if it weren't for the man a woman loves that you would be with her right now. "I...am happy that you are with Claude...If anyone can take care of you, It's Claude....I just wish...I wish that things had gone differently back on Expel and Nede....I wish that..."

There was silence. A tear went down Rena's face. "You...you wish what?" She whispered.

Dias got down on his knee. "Rena...I know you'll tell me no...I just know it...but I can't ever forgive myself if I didn't ask you this...Please, Rena....will..."

Silence.

"Rena." Dias continued. "When this is over, and we get home...will...Will you marry me?"
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Summary: Yeah, I know I've put Terra Lockheart in a bind, but now she gets to decide how Star Ocean ends!

So what is it, Terra? Does Dias get the girl? Or does Rena stay loyal to Claude?

1 un-vote for Rena(Terra Lockheart)

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Representing the home of the infamous Loin, Final Fantasy Apocalypse

What I've learned in Survivor Today:

1)Zidane wears 'Whitey-Tighties'
2)That warm feeling you have isn't nostalgia...it's bloodloss.
3)Everyone loves nekkid, streaking, and violent alchoholics. (Lucky for Ronfar)

08-07-2001 04:08 AM
 
 
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