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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 123
(6/8/02 2:11:52 pm)
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Act 4, Scene 3 - "Tears"
Squeezing himself through a narrow gap, Ivan gave out a yelp as he tripped over a prone form on the floor. Picking himself up, he looked back to see what he'd stumbled on, and his eyes opened wide in surprise. Behind him on the floor was a mangled corpse - in a battered brown hat? Blood leaked from great rends in the dark-red robe, and one hand lay outstretched... pointing. Ivan dropped down, grabbing the hand. "Vivi! Vivi pal! Don't die on me! You'll make it!"
Then he noticed the other body. The golden arm was crushed and split, and Kaze's other arm lay at a crooked angle, his entire lower body crushed by a fallen pillar. Unwittingly, tears welled up in Ivan's eyes.
"This wasn't supposed to happen.. we were supposed to be safe here... how could something like this happen?" he sobbed, sniffing as tears began to run down and stain his robe.
It's because you weren't there, Ivan.
He looked up and craned his head round frantically, trying to spot the source of the voice, but nothing could be seen.
This is what happens when you leave your friends... to die...
"No!" he screamed, sitting back - on another body. This one had golden hair, matter with blood from a gaping head wound... nearby, Isaac's Gaia sword lay in several pieces. Ivan shrieked and grabbed at his old companion in horror.
He died... because you didn't care. They all did.
Around him, he noticed more bodies. "Master Hammett... Garet, Mia... Laguna, Gilder... Jenna... no..."
Their deaths are all on your soul, Ivan.
"No!"
You left them. One by one you left them all.
"NO!"
Yes, Ivan. You are.. a monster.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" He brought his hands up and let out a burst of energy, blasting Isaac's body to cinders.
And now.. all you can do is lash out. You are truly a monster, Ivan. No-one human would do that.
"NO! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
Another blast incinerated Mia.
"GO AWAY! I DIDN'T KILL THEM! I'M NOT A MONSTER! I'M NOT! I'M NOT!"
But you are, Ivan. You are truly one of us now.
"NO! NO! NO!"
Then something clicked.
"One of... you?"
Join us, Ivan. Join us. Let your anger take you, and you will be one of us.
He lowered his hands, and looked around - THERE!
"SPARK PLASMA!"
Three bolts of energy arced from his hands, striking the shadows. A scream of pain burst from them, and a pitch-black creature flopped out, landing on the floor, where it began to dissolve.
Ivan sagged. The bodies were gone now... but the scars in his head remained...

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 28
(6/8/02 2:27:44 pm)
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Smells like Tolkein spirit
****** There is no spoon ******
Though her clothes were unlike those of the crowds around her, nobody paid any attention to The Namer. She strode like a phantom past the endless hordes of shocked civilians whose homes had just been destroyed by the nameless wing'd man.
Carefully she crouched down and picked up a handful of the fine white dust that covered the ground. The dust poured through her fingers, and as the last of it blew away on the wind she rose once more.
“Yes” her eyes snapped open, “Round 3 I name thee; Doomed Megamanopolis”
Suddenly the crowds stopped and uttered a collective cry of, "Huh?" but The Namer had already vanished.
****** The are only cake-forks ******
I choose the number nine.
r-vote to Lise
r-vote to Shadow
Soujiro, I'll keep checking back in case you choose to start the duel this round. Probably the latest I'll be on is 3am GMT, so bear in mind that's when I'd have to finish, not start.
Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?"
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 43
(6/8/02 2:57:23 pm)
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4-1
Pandemonium...? No... not that. But... it seems so familiar...
The fetid air stank of corpses - filling the mage's lungs as he slowly tiptoed down the hall, staff in hand.
All was quiet, except for a faint howling sound. The wind blowing across the ancient windowpanes, perhaps... The torches on the wall flickered with an eerie green glow, casting their luminescense on the walls and making shapes and shadows dance, as if they were alive...
Layers of dust covered every corner of the premises. Rotting flesh and bone lay piled in nearly every corner.
And, once again, the mage was alone.
"H-Hello...?" he stammered, slowly peering around the corner of a hallway.
The echo of his voice was the only reply.
A door beckoned on the left side. Vivi's gaze turned to it. The knob was... brand new... yet still looked as ornate as the rest of the castle.
Putting his gloved hand upon the knob, the mage slowly turned it in his hands, and pressed forward. A blue glow emanated from inside, and the mage cautiosly stepped in, the door creaking slowly open.
"Ivan...? K-Kaze...?"
A hall stretched ahead of him, bearing a faint blue light in the distance... no, two of them. The remainder of the corridor was quite dark. The air was cold and stale - no living creature had walked these corridors for centuries...
Vivi stepped forward, his boots echoing off the marble walkway. Holding his staff in front of him, the mage tiptoed forward with care.
*click*
The door had closed behind him without notice. Vivi turned around and tried the door again...
Locked...
A shiver went down the mage's spine as he turned down the hall... and gasped.
The blue aura had become red.
Holding the Zephyr Staff in his shaking hands, the mage tiptoed forward, down the hall. The scarlet auras became the only thing the mage saw as he proceeded into the darkness... and ran into something.
A sticky, silky substance, that clung to the walls, guarding the passageway from intruders.
Webs.
As suddenly as he had touched the silken barrier, as if armed to go off, the entire room before him went awash with a crimson glow...
...and the mage screamed as three of the largest arachnids he'd ever seen scurried towards him.
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Of course, the pre-emptive R-Votes to Ivan and Kaze.
I'd also like to request that nobody assist Vivi at the moment. He'll do the spider-squishing on his own... well, almost.
 Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics. Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~ Sponsored by Sylphid
Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change. Edited by: Sylphid at: 6/8/02 3:28:12 pm
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 161
(6/8/02 3:09:38 pm)
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Re: Smells like Tolkein spirit
Delita only had time to utter a shocked "What the...?" before the man that looked exactly like him unleashed a Lightning Stab, burning him and Link painfully, but thankfully missing Aeris, who immediately started to cast a Cure spell despite her confusion at the situation.
Unfortunately, her own duplicate was as fast as she, assaulting her with a blast of ice as her spell allowed Delita and Link to recover from the initial strike.
Furiously, Link aimed an arrow at Aeris's attacker, thankfully already convinced that, though she looked like Aeris, she wasn't at all the same person, only to be hit in the arm by his own doppelganger's arrow. With a cry, he involuntarily loosed the arrow, which sped off into the far wall, just missing its intended target.
Navi had begun shrieking, and flittered above the battle, trying to make sense of it, but Delita was more preoccupied with the red-and-crimson-clad knight charging at him from the other side of the room.
My own worst enemy indeed...
Steel clashed against steel as their twin Rune Blades met, but the real Delita's assault had less power behind it, thanks to the interference from the other doppelgangers.
Aeris had rushed to Link's side as he fell, intending to heal him, but Link's duplicate had already nocked another arrow. Before he could fire, however, Navi descended, furiously flittering about the clone and disrupting his concentration.
Delita, fighting for his life, summoned all his energy into a Split Punch, throwing his adversary across the room, but the woman masquerading as Aeris took advantage of the situation and assailed him with flames, scorching him severely.
This is not good...
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Cirrus, feel free to continue, otherwise, I'll jump back in in a little bit. Got some stuff to do first.
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They're all swept up in the same flow. I'm just going against it. Edited by: Exeter at: 6/8/02 3:23:48 pm
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 96
(6/8/02 3:10:54 pm)
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Laguna Loire: 4-3
Laguna Loire: 4-3
Laguna watched Isaac dispatch the last of the dead-thingies with a modicum of effort. The boy’s movements were fluid and very effective. He rubbed his chin and gave a low whistle.
"Well, he won't be getting up for a while!" he exclaimed.
Isaac scratched his head and then realized what he was doing. Shit, am I picking up habits from Laguna?!
"Uh... let's move on before some zombie buddies of theirs find out.” he told the freedom fighter.
“That’s the spirit!” Laguna clapped one hand on Isaac’s shoulder and winked at the dinosaur just behind the blonde boy. “Nowhere to go but up!” He pointed with one finger and gave a smirk.
Looks like the old guy is feeling better, Isaac thought to himself.
“Yo-yo-shiii!” You mean old fart, right?
Isaac made a shushing motion at the dinosaur. Good thing he can’t hear us.
Laguna looked at the two of them. He had an idea that something was going on, something he wasn’t privy to, but Isaac wasn’t talking and the green guy just kept saying “Yoshi!”
“Um, yeah. So let’s go and all.” Laguna hoisted his machinegun and led the way up the rest of the stairs.
At the top of the landing was large statue made of what looked to be black volcanic glass. The figures within it were alive with movement. They writhed and twisted, confusing the eye and horrifying the brain. The journalist stared at it. What were they doing? He peered closer. His mouth twisted and he felt the figures calling to him.
Join us. Laguna, join us.
“Uhhh!” Laguna shouted hoarsely and forced his eyes to turn away. It was painful to look at the floor and he could still hear the voices calling him, luring him with empty promises. He shook his head and spat to the side, wiping his mouth.
I hate sorceresses. Hate ‘em, hate ‘em, hate ‘em.
His two teammates came up behind them. Laguna said without looking at them, “Avoid looking at that statue. It’ll suck you in if you look for too long. Suck you in and kill you.” His voice was flat, emotionless. His shoulders sagged for a moment before straightening again.
“You all right, Laguna?” Isaac asked.
“Yeah, kid, I’m fine. I just frickn’ hate sorceresses. C’mon, we have to find the entrance to the next level.”
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Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2
Remaining:
8 A-Votes (thanks, Yoshi!)
2 R-Votes
60 SPs

 "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor." |
Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 162
(6/8/02 3:43:57 pm)
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Through the mirror...
Delita looked up from his crouched position at their opponents. He was still smoldering from the Aeris look-alike's last attack. His own duplicate was already back on his feet, and the imposter Link had swatted Navi to the ground, and was now making his best effort to stomp on her.
There was also something odd about the mirror in the corner of the room, but Delita was obviously more concerned with his opponents.
Aeris, furious, swung her staff in a full circle and struck the fake Link in the jaw, sending him flying. Navi, relieved, flew up and landed on her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Link stopped the doppelganger of Aeris as she attempted to blast Delita with another spell with a well placed arrow, wincing from the only halfway-healed injury to his arm. The arrow found home, hitting the woman in the stomache.
Delita got back on his feet and glanced at the mirror for an instant. He still couldn't place his finger on it. Shaking his head, he quickly charged his own duplicate, who was just beginning to stand himself.
Unfortunately, it seemed the imposter knew all the techniques Delita did, even those that he had only just learned.
A Holy Explosion shot forth from the sneering doppelganger and threw Delita across the room.
Link and Aeris watched in horror as the Holy Knight flew toward a large mirror in the corner of the room headfirst, knowing all too well that the impact would likely shatter the man's skull.
Or would have, had he not gone through it instead.
Apparently, what had seemed like a solid mirror was not. Delita sailed through the empty frame of the mirror and slid to a stop somewhere on the other side of the wall.
Immediately, he turned and tried to rejoin his allies, who were already fighting off attacks from the three doppelgangers.
However, though it had seemed like he could pass through the mirror frame, he perplexedly discovered that it was indeed a regular mirror, at least on this side.
He had passed through the mirror somehow, and was now cut off from his companions.
Shuddering involuntarily, he turned and realized the room he now stood in, though an exactly-mirrored copy of the one he had been in a moment before, was completely devoid of light but for the dull, silvery glow of the mirror behind him. Where torch flames had flickered, only an...inverted...light remained, a blackness that seemed to absorb everything around it.
Dumbly, he stumbled toward the room's stairway in a vain effort to find a way to aid his friends...
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 33
(6/8/02 3:44:25 pm)
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Re: Laguna Loire: 4-3
The black-skinned imp gurgled only a little as Ramirez pulled his Ginken from its throat. The bat-winged little demon sported the typical devilish look, an insignificant little biped clutching a half-rusted axe in its tiny mittens of hands. Barely a fourth of Ramirez's height, the creature struck him as less a threat than a nuisance. Even with its shrill, piercing shriek and flaring golden eyes, it had been a relatively easy kill. A sidestep in the shadows, a simple thrust to the neck, and it was over. Yet one more creature that would not harm his teammates.
That makes this the fourteenth floor, then...Zelos, this is maddening.
Ramirez flicked the blood from his Ginken, casting a glance over his shoulder to the distantly approaching figures of Scarlett and Gilder. So far they'd been relatively unnoticed, dodging these most peculiar creatures on their ascent to the Sorceress's lair. Bumbling dark green things the size of Admiral Vigoro, hairy and rotund, bald trolls that moaned in the middle of the floor levels, these bat-winged imps that plagued the sky so- they had seen them all on their way. And, in truth, it was getting to disturb Ramirez.
The things were getting more and more frequent as they ascended. This imp was only one of six he'd had to dispatch on this floor alone, and one had come dangerously close to scarring Ramirez's perfect chest on a pass.
I'll just have to watch myself, then, Ramirez told himself, slinging the Ginken- now formed into its Silvatana shape- into safeguard. He looked back to his teammates and nodded. "All clear," he said quietly, just loud enough for them to hear. "Stay in the shadows."
They proceeded on, then, Ramirez's eyes moving like that of a falcon's as he scanned the area. Nothing thus far, though he knew the blackness ahead- the stairwell entrance- held nought but more of this devilish abode. The quiet was heavy, somber as they walked on; occasionally, it was disrupted by moans or ghostly pleas. At one point, Ramirez thought he heard someone whisper into his ear, "we leave the soul down here." But when he looked in its direction, there was only the black wall of the tower. He heard more whispers as he walked on, and the pale silver aura his body naturally exhibited cast light again on only walls and corners.
Ramirez curled his lip. How annoying.
Still, as he walked, he could not help but think that there was something...within those whispers. Something more than just the ghosts of the suffering. Another spirit, another aura; a kingly spirit, but hellish at the same time. Like a rival swordsman, on Ramirez's level or testing the tier on which he stood, eager to pounce as it watched him proceed. Ramirez could imagine a few- a select few- who were on that level with him, honed with the same caliber of swordsman schooling as he.
But he could think only of one.
Are you watching me, Yamazaki Shinnosuke? Ramirez mused, a dark look passing over his shadowed eyes. And yet, he could only smirk as he thought of it. I still owe you the finale pass...I trust you haven't died already. It would be such a shame for the blade champion of humanity to pass away in such a dismal tournament. But I trust you have stayed alive long enough. You haven't been slain, surely.
Ramirez cast one more look over his shoulder to his teammates, and kept his pace just a little ahead of theirs.
Only I will give you that honor.
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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One. |
Darkken
RTT - Yamazaki Shinnosuke
Posts: 30
(6/8/02 4:15:00 pm)
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Ginken vs. Moutou - The Battle Begins
As Ramirez looked, he could distinctly hear footsteps. They were loud, careless, almost egoistical. There weren't many who would have the gall to disturb the tomb-like silence of the castle.
Is it-
It was, indeed, Yamazaki, walking down the hallway towards him.
But the rival swordsman had changed. He was dressed differently, and he looked older. Much older. But the aura of confidence and strength that he radiated had not changed. If anything, it had grown stronger.
"Ramirez", he said, his voice no more than a whisper.
Ramirez's face remained calm and emotionless, but inside, he was smiling. However had this man gotten here? His team, Ramirez remembered, had been disqualified earlier, no doubt due to those meddling animals he had been forced to put up with. And yet, here he was, standing right before him.
Well, I should expect nothing less from this man.
Yamazaki smiled his cold, cruel smile. Ramirez looked into his eyes, trying to discern his feelings as he had been taught. Even he, however, was shocked by the fiery passion in them. It was as though this man was burning from the inside. But Ramirez shook that feeling aside. This man was, after all, only human. And like all humans, he, too, would die under his blade.
"Perfect", Ramirez said. "Would you like to finish our duel?" he said, drawing the Ginken.
Yamazaki raised his right hand, and instantly, Ramirez realized that the bracer they had been given was missing. Somehow, this man had been capable of breaking it. Ramirez could hardly even imagine the power required to go against their draconic host. Something more than just the face had changed about his opponent.
"A battle to the death", Yamazaki said, meaning every word. He had waited for this battle. The only battle that could ever spark him again. With the one man who deserved to be his opponent... Crouching slightly, gripping the sheath with his left hand and moving his right hand over the hilt, Yamazaki prepared once more for his iaijutsu strike.
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Darkken - Yamazaki Shinnosuke - Rurouni Taikai Tactics

"Hear me... If you hate that which is evil, the greater that hatred may be... the more your own evil inside you will awaken!" Edited by: Darkken at: 6/8/02 4:19:43 pm
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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 45
(6/8/02 4:17:28 pm)
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Hah! Too easy for me! *Gloat gloat*Fried*Crispy Hedgehog*
(Wow. o.o; It really seems as if everyone is off on their own, sort of deal. ^_^;; Really spooky place. Let's see if I can throw in some mayhem, now.)
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Very little seemed to surprise anyone on this team. If there was the moan of a once-thought-dead corpse, as it dragged its arm reaching out for assistance; to be killed, it would soon be decapitated, it's wish being granted.
The darkened area seemed to fit fine for hiding in the shadows, for surprise attacks on some creatures that growled in the area, however most of them could already see quite clearly into the darkness, as they had adapted so well. Unlike these three contestants.
What seemed like a row of mini fire-chickens (KFC! XD) cobbled down a hallway infront of Lise, Ryo, and Shadow. They chirped to themselves, as they pecked at the ground and walls. A few of them were pecking away, making strange messages on the walls, ' Save me...Help me...' It was these little peckers that were making this trip unpleasant, scratching away messages to scare everyone.
Lise and Ryo readied themselves in an easy stance, so they could strike the creatures down swiftly, as Shadow gazed on. There were too many to take on. 5 against 3. There was some doubt, but Shadow had another plan to take them all down at once, "I'll handle this..." the hedgehog stated cooly. Not showing off, or anything, he just wanted to find a way to quickly take them all down at once.
As the Pugs began to wander off, Shadow broke into a dash toward them, his shoes kicking in to let him glide through the corridor with barely a sound. Before the fire-chickens heard the rustling of wind behind them, Shadow leapt into the air and spun into a tight ball, with a golden aura surrounding him.
A squak from the far end, notified the Pugs that there was an attacker about, allerting the others to get ready to take on the threat.
The yellow ball collided with the floor, and skirtted forward with blazing speed and golden tail, Spin-Dashing along the floor. The peculiar arrangement the Pugs had set themselves in, left them open to this attack. The golden ball collided with the head of the group, whom smacked back into the two Pugs behind him, who then smacked into the two beside theirselves. A domino effect, if you will.
The 'Bowling' ball kept rolling down the hallway, and the Pugs bounced around on the walls, bouncing down the way and colliding with many other things down the way.
Shadow wasn't seen as he buzzed off, a few screams as the Pugs smacked around and dissapeared. Moments later, the golden halo covered Hedgehog rolled back in, and stopped infront of his two teammates before uncurling. He looked a little dizzy, but, grinned as he commented about the destruction of the Fire-chickens, "Strike."
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OOC:
NOW, because of the dwindling number of people here, in this section, forces EVERYONE to attack randomly/whomever/each person. No offense was intended for this random act of .. uhh... destruction.
I don't know if I'll be on later today, because my mom mentioned something about going out for supper, and I never turn down free food, I'm dumping most of my stuff now. x_X;; Forgive me for all this, guys... So, I'm dividing it up evenly, as best as possible. There's enough for a vote a person, so don't take offense, and know that you're all special!
Slash-All goes to, Ivan, Isaac, Link, Scarlett.
(We'll say Shadow spun out of control slightly, buzzed down the hall, and accidentally ran into a few people, and on the way back, accidentally buzzed over a few people, again. o.o
The Pugs hit random people as they bounced around!
1 A-Vote for Kaze,
1 A-Vote for Laguna,
1 A-Vote for Delita,
1 A-Vote for Gilder,
... Hey, what am I worried for, I forgot there was no Vote-burn. o_O;
(Damn damn damn damn! I thought APATHY read as EMPATHY. x_x; I got that screwed up entirely... Although, Shadow is rather APATHETIC towards others, he has EMPATHY for his own Teammates. XD With that, I'm replacing my weird-aft Apathy curse into Potions for my Teammates. @_@
Specials:
1 POTION on Lise
1 POTION on Ryo
x_x;
(And, I should be sitting at 2 A-vote left, 2 R-Votes, and 0 SP)
The rest of my R-Votes go to the first two people who can state what game my Pugs are from! ^_^;;;
*Runs away, knowing she's goign to get all this thrown back at her later. x_X;*
Edited by: KojiChao at: 6/8/02 5:28:12 pm
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 163
(6/8/02 4:21:38 pm)
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The realm of the dead...
As the light from the mirror grew dim, and ultimately faded, Delita discovered what fear really was. He tried to keep himself focused on the urgency of what was happening behind him, but such determination was marred by the realization that he had turned his back on his friends.
There's nothing you can do back there, and it won't help them to stand there and wait for them to die! Wake up, you moron! They need you!
"Since when have you cared about anyone else, Delita?" a voice whispered.
He spun around, terrified, but could still see nothing. Shadow had consumed everything, and the darkness was complete.
"Who's there?" he demanded. The only reply was the frantic beating of his own heart, a sound that made him prefer silence, no matter how unnerving that might have been.
Breathing heavily, the Holy Knight looked for some kind of light, but found nothing.
This is insane. Without light, how am I supposed to know where I'm going? I'm certainly not going to find anything in here that'll help...
"Now so eager to give up on them, Hyral? Make up your mind, boy."
More angry than afraid, Delita drew his sword and swung it at the source of the voice with all his might, earning him a sore arm and a cloud of dust from the wall.
"Damn!" he yelled.
Suddenly, the stairway's torches sprung to life, illuminating the area in a bright, blood-like light.
Delita wished they hadn't.
The young woman hung upside down from a pair of chains attached to her ankles, swinging back and forth slightly. Her face was bloated and pale, her eyes wide open in terror. Countless scars covered her body, and a particularly long, jagged gash went from navel to neck, leaving her entrails to wrap themselves around her throat. Whatever clothes she had worn originally were shredded rags, and her hair was matted down by long-dried blood.
This sight was further complemented by a sudden, steady dripping noise. Delita's eyes involuntarily scanned down the length of the woman's arms.
Oh, God...
Her hands had been chopped off by an axe.
Wh...why?
It looked like it had taken several tries.
Damn you! WHY!
Both mangled stubs were still bleeding.
Not even aware of his own existence at the moment, Delita's eyes continued to move of their own accord.
At the base of the stairway, not ten paces from him and the hanging woman, a pair of men were locked in an eternal embrace, each with his hands around the other man's neck. Both were grinning maniacally, as though their one goal in life had been to cause the death of the other, even at the expense of their own life. A pool of blood had dried at their feet.
Each was shackled to the wall, and countless rows of rusted iron spikes had nailed them to it permanently.
The entire stairway was covered in blood, some long dried, and some apparently fresh. Human skulls littered the ground, various bloody limbs hung from the walls, and a pair of mismatched eyes looked up at him from the step just below.
"Welcome to the realm of the dead, Delita Hyral. Please enjoy your stay, I know they have..."
Screaming, Delita fled back up the stairs.
Edited by: Exeter at: 6/8/02 5:22:40 pm
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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 52
(6/8/02 4:53:08 pm)
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Dopplegangland
Sorry Ex, my comp doesn't like me...killed the post multiple times and then my parents called me out to help moving some stuff...I'll continute writing stuff now though *sheepish smile*
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Link continued fending off the dopplegangers. The Delita clone jumped out at him, sword outstretched, and link barely fended it off with his shield.
Arrows aren't going to do the trick here... he thought to himself as he pulled out the Master Sword. Swords clashed as he tried to fight off both his own Doppleganger and Delita's. "Aeris, What happened to Delita?" he yelled over the sounds of battle. "I don't know, He just kinda dissappeared...." Aeris said as she blocked a blow from her own copy.
Link went on the offensive, Slamming the butt of his sword into the Delita Doppleganger's face and taking a swipe at his Doppleganger's torso, but missing pitifully.
"You can't defeat us...We are you...We know all your moves...all your techniques....Nothing you can do can...OUCH!! LET GO OF MY HAIR!!!!"
Navi floated above the dopplegangers, holding on to the fake Delita and fake Link's hair. "Link, Delita headed for the mirror...he went...Through it!! Follow him! Quickly!!!"
"I'm not leaving without Aeris!" Link ran to where Aeris was standing and slammed the flat of his blade into her copy's face, knocking it out cold. "Come on, To the mirror!!!"
Link and Aeris ran at the mirror, jumping through it, and being followed soon after by Navi.
Link emerged on the other side with only Navi. It was an exact copy of the room they had just been fighting in, but there was no one else there. "If Delita came this way, he's not here anymore...And what happened to Aeris? She was right with me..." Link ran back at the mirror, slamming headfirst into it, and falling at the ground. "Ouch....its...ouch...solid.........ouch.."
The mirror fluctuated for a moment of a second, and his own doppleganger came through, playing a dark tune on a black ocarina, and followed by a red Fairy.
"Hello brother...I have been waiting to talk with you..." The clone looked exactly like him, with one glaring difference...The eyes. They were cold, hard, red....
"Where are my friends? Aeris? Delita?" Link spat out, readying his sword and shield. "Oh, they're around....the others are taking care of those two..."
Navi interrupted the two Links talking by rushing at the other Fairy, slamming her in the stomach and knocking her out of the air. the two proceeded to fly around the room having, what looked like...A fairy Catfight....
"Will they be alright? If you hurt Aeris...I'll kill you..."
The dark Link laughed and pulled out his sword. "No, I think you'll find that's quite impossible...." he said, rushing Link.
Link blocked the blow from the sword with his shield, pulling out of the deadlock with a backflip. He rolled to the side and took a slice at the other one's foot, missing completely. "I can go at this just as long as you can...I AM you in a sense brother...."
Link hopped to his feed and took a step backwards, occasionally having Navi and the other Navi fly in front of him, screaming insults at eachother. "Stop calling me brother..." Link said menacingly. "Oh, but we are brothers in a sense...I'm your dark half, the side of you inclined toward evil...whatever you call it. I am you Link...We are one..."
"I'm nothing like you..." Link was talking through his teeth now, he hated listening to this perversion of himself.
"Oh, come on...Tell me you've never had the urge to use the power you have to take over....to destroy....Tell me that you've never felt just a little hint of evil tugging at you...That was me...I've always been there Link, always..."
"No...That's impossible...."
"Link...look into the mirror...look at your friends...." The mirror's view shifted to a reflection of the room...but Aeris and her clone were there, locked in combat, throwing everything they had at eachother.
"Aeris!" Link yelled, rushing his clone once more, thrusting at him with full intention of stabbing his sword right through the doppleganger's torso, but had his sword blocked. "Its pointless fighting me Link...I'll block every time..."
Link looked at the carbon copy of himself. "How are you here...Why are you here?" The dark Link laughed. "This place always brings out the worst in people...sometimes literally..."
"What do you want..."
"I want what I've always wanted...control...."
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More coming later...
and its VOTE TIME!!!
Protect on Delita vs. Shadow
 Edited by: Cirrus Velious at: 6/8/02 5:34:24 pm
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 32
(6/8/02 4:58:33 pm)
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Round 4
The story, which will be long and aruduous, will come later. This is just to throw in a safety zone.
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Lay down COVER FIRE for Ivan
Lay down COVER FIRE for Vivi
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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 63
(6/8/02 5:03:39 pm)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Four - Sponsors Only
Twelve... thirteen... fourteen... if the dragon man was to be believed, then they were barely a sixth or seventh of the way up as they ascended the tower. Gilder could still see the black-clothed shape of Ramirez up ahead, clearing the path for them with a stabbing tongue of silver as bodies rained from the room above. His sheer resolution was enough that the gunman and the engineer barely had to raise their weaponry, and then only to blast a demon or imp from the air before it got too close.
Gilder's eyes narrowed in thought as he watched the swordsman, wondering what had brought such a change in the man. They were allies, true, but until recently Ramirez had only fought for himself and for his own personal gain or satisfaction. If they hadn't been brought together to fight as a team, the gunman imagined that he would have no hesitation in cutting them down, and as this dawned on Gilder he faced a truth that brought a bitter chill to his heart.
"Scarlett?"
"Mmmm?"
The gunman looked into the distance, his eyes fixed upon the distant figure who was gradually increasing the distance between them. "I can't explain... but can you watch Ramirez's back for a while?"
The engineer looked at him like he'd grown another head. "Aren't we supposed to work together, Gilder? Are you abandoning the team?"
Gilder shook his head. "It's not like that... I just need some time to figure things out. I'll be back, I promise."
"I know you're not one to break your word, Gilder," Scarlett replied with some confusion. "It's just I don't understand what you're doing. Why - "
He silenced her words with his lips, pressing into her with a smooth motion that lacked any kind of romance. "I'm sorry," he whispered when he broke it, stepping away and moving into a different room on their level, "but I can't explain it to you. Just trust me."
Scarlett watched the red-coated gunman as he walked away, holding a hand to her lips and staring at the back of his head until he disappeared from sight. She moved to follow, but the sounds of battle suddenly drew her attention from the room above and she remember Ramirez. Glancing between the two locations and her two teammates, the engineer sighed and moved on.
Men are such idiots.
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Ramirez was his enemy.
From the moment they had met, back in that labyrinth of futuristic technology and alien monstricities, Gilder had recognised Valuan badges of rank and accomplishment on his cowled black uniform, most notably the winged stripe on his left arm that marked the swordsman as an admiral of the Armada.
He had attempted to cling to the belief that it was just coincidence, that the man came from another world where the decorations of rank were the same. But in the light of a healing green glow from a Sacrulen crystal, identical in every respect to the ones he carried, he knew it was no longer a hope he could bear.
Ramirez was his enemy.
The silver swordsman was an admiral of the Valuan Armada, who Gilder had only heard rumours of which ghosted upon the winds because nobody could know the truth for certain. His allegiance was to Valua, if not to Galcian in particular, and he was unwavering in his resolution to his duty. Gilder, on the other hand, was a known traitor and air pirate who not only preyed upon their flagships, but was responsible for Vyse's escape in the stolen Delphinus and the 'kidnapping' of the Valuan prince.
Ramirez was his enemy.
On their own world, the two would be bitter enemies if not personal ones, each holding to their own beliefs and opposing the other's. How could he even attempt to work with the man again, knowing that they should be on opposing sides? It was true that they had managed to work together before, even gaining each other's respect and trust, but now something as minor and petty as a healing crystal had driven something between them.
Gilder's musings were interrupted by a sudden flapping noise, and he looked up to see several flaming shaped homing in on him - looking ludicrously like chickens, but apparently much more deadly. As he drew his moonstone pistol and blasted away at the oncoming shape with bolts of ice, he was struck from behind and thrown forward with a cry. Snarling in anger, the trigger was squeezed again and again and the strange things exploded in bolts of elemental energy. Panting, the gunman lay on the ground.
Damn, I needed that, to help me wind down. There has to be a solution to this problem - there's always the chance that he isn't responsible for what I've heard of him. Maybe by working with him I can find a way to end the conflict between our kind and his, some kind of peace. Isn't that worth fighting for?
Slowly standing and looking around, Gilder looked back towards the direction he had come from and started walking back to his teammates. He had apologies to make to Scarlett, peace to make with Ramirez if that was at all possible. And maybe, if he could do both and do his best to hold the team together, they would all make it through this as better people.

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 46
(6/8/02 5:06:40 pm)
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Round Four, Scene Four: 'Oops'
The steps seemed to go on forever, or at least it seemed that way to Isaac. He and his team hadn't run into any obstacles or random encounters at all since they'd dispatched that group of zombies, and the Vale youth was beginning to wonder if that battle had scared all the other creatures away. Laguna looked a bit haunted at the prospect of having to deal with another 'sorceress', as he put it, but his change in resolve had suprised Isaac from the start. What happened to him in the past, that forced this sudden change in manner within him, he wondered. Will I become like that, making small wisecracks and being lighthearted to ease the sorrow of a troubled heart?
He wasn't being fair to Laguna, he surmised. But the notion was scary, nonetheless.
The proceeded on, further and further, opting silence over conversation-- after all, their appearance's conspiciousity wouldn't count for anything if they were silent within this dismal-lit setting. Isaac thought he could feel those emotions whispering at him again; those of despair, of horror. The cries of those who were already dead, and yet in a sense, still dying...
He shook his head, shoving the thoughts away from his mind gently. Whatever that broadcast of negative emotion was, it was a subconcious gesture. He didn't want to awake some undead horror by roughing its mental state up.
I could never sense the emotions of other people before this tournament, now that I think of it. Much less tell the difference between an active and passive mind. I'll bet Ivan and the others will be suprised at all these new talents that I've obtained.
But enough about the others, he chided himself. I should try to put these abilities to use for us.
"...Laguna. If we run into something, shove me gently. I'm going to try something."
"Huh? ...Oh, okay."
With that, he regulated his steps to match his partners', and sent his thoughts outward. This castle was a rather complicated place from an interior view, and he sensed many life-forms with hostile intent. In other cases, he sensed creatures that reflected a lack of life energy.
A bit further... and he could sense three contestants on the next floor. Two he couldn't truly tell anything about, but one had a decidedly feminine aura...one that had a certain malice about it, but was hiding something.
Even *he* could guess who that was.
"Laguna...Scarlett and her team are on the next floor."
"Wha?! Really?"
The ex-Galbadian soilder made a move to sprint up the stairs when Issac fell to his kness, groaning in mental anguish. Ugh... so much indirect hatred!
Laguna ended up rushing up to Issac instead. "Hey bud, you don't look so good. Again. What happened? Did something happen to Scarlett's team?"
Issac shook his head, more out of necessity than expressing his emotions. "No, but something will. Something's coming down from the higher floor... and it's bad news for anyone it runs into. Its mind... reflected unrestrained hatred...." He had to force out the next sentence, to spur Laguna into action.
"And Scarlett is about to walk right into it."
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 126
(6/8/02 5:09:45 pm)
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Act 4, Scene 4 - "Buzz"
A buzzing noise...
There was a buzzing noise.
Not a friendly 'I'm happy' buzzing noise, either.
More of a nasty, menacing, throbbing, and above all, loud buzzing noise.
The kind of buzzing noise an insect makes. Ivan mused, only magnified a thousand times.
Kinda like.. a swarm of insects.
Or...
...one big one...
Ivan turned round slowly.
Gulp...
(to be continued!)

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 29
(6/8/02 5:17:05 pm)
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Re: Act 4, Scene 4 - "Buzz"
OOC: It's funny you should say that, Baka. My monitor is making a really loud buzzing noise at the moment. I'll be less than pleased if the screen explodes in my face. Damn Final Destination for putting these thoughts in my head.
Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?"
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 46
(6/8/02 5:18:59 pm)
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4-2
The shrill shout of the mage didn't stop the arachnids. To them, the mage looked like a tasty treat. Especially that hat... everyone and everything seemed to want the hat.
They could have it for all Vivi cared. He just wanted to be somewhere safe... ANYWHERE but here!
Shouting a quick "Protect!" as he raised his hand before him, the mage darted to one side of the room as the magical energies encased him in a protective aura of pure light. A touch of a green aura surrounded him, fighting against the crimson of the room.
The spiders scurried towards their prey, baring many legs and many large fangs. They were the size of a large bear - perhaps bigger. Their long legs scurried across the floor rather quickly - the mage could outrun them, but there were little places to run in this cramped, web-bound room.
Hurriedly gazing left and right, the mage suddenly thought of an idea, and rapidly cast a Float spell to execute it. The wretched things couldn't get him if he was above them!
The mage floated over the three creatures, sending them into a state of confusion. They scurried about on the ground, but at least the mage was safe for now.
At least, until one of them decided to climb up the wall after him.
"Aaagh!" Vivi shouted in frustration. There was no running from these things...!
Knowing the only way to escape was to destroy these monsters, Vivi charged up a Scan spell and targeted the nearest arachnid with it.
Spider. Level 3.
Resists Poison, Fire, Ice, Darkness...
Vivi grumbled in anger. Come on... give me something I can work with!!
Weak against Wind.
Wind...!?
Distracted by the spell, Vivi hadn't noticed one of the spiders had by now scurried across the ceiling to where he floated, swiping a clawed leg across the mage's chest. Fortunately, the barrier of protection helped faze out much of the blow, but it still sent the mage reeling off, levitating into the wall behind him.
The mage gathered his senses and pushed himself off the wall, hurtling across the room as the Float magic carried his light weight around. As long as the mage was moving, he'd be okay. Now to cast some type of spell to destroy these hellspawned beings...
As if beckoning for his focus, the mage sensed something within the staff of his. Some type of magic within it...
The gem encrusted upon the Zephyr Staff gave off a gentle blue glow. There was... magic power within it...
That's it! the mage realized. Slowly, he began chanting... the spell of Aeraga.
A cold chill swept across the room as the air began to move - the first time in possibly centuries. What started as a gentle breeze became a stronger one... then a gale... the winds began to whip around the room. The arachnid upon the ceiling lost its footing and tumbled to the ground, its hide being cut and sliced by the magical winds, which slashed the creatures like a broadsword through hot wax.
It's... it's working!
And indeed it was! Mounds of web, bone, and rotten flesh began to swirl about the room as the mighty torrent reached its climax. The powerful gusts and gales buffeted the three arachnids about, drawing putrid green ooze from their wounds.
The spell died down as the air began to grow fetid again.
One arachnid ceased movement, crumpled in a pile of muck and gore in the corner of the chamber. But the spell hadn't been enough to slay the other two. In fact, it only seemed to make them more angry...
That, and the fact that the Float spell had worn off long ago, gently setting the mage in a corner, isolated from the exit, with the two creatures before him.
The remaining two arachnids began to crawl ever so slowly towards the mage, knowing there was no escape for the drained child.
Vivi huddled against the wall, panting. There was nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
And that was when the staff and pendant began to shimmer in the crimson light.
The mage clutched the pendant tightly in his hand... and prayed.
 Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics. Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~ Sponsored by Sylphid
Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change.
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 167
(6/8/02 5:24:31 pm)
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Re: 4-2
All right, I'll continue to participate, but only because I want to see Cirrus and Kellios win, and my quitting now wouldn't help at all.
I'll try to think of where I was going with Delita's story and post something in a bit. Oh, and Cirrus, Lise hasn't voted for me (at least not publicly), I think you meant to defend Delita from Shadow.
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 36
(6/8/02 5:25:01 pm)
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Ginken vs. Moutou - Lights Clash in a Haunted Hell
"Likewise, it will end with one seen dead," Ramirez replied crisply. His smirk turned to a half-grin- he could scarcely believe his luck. The one human, the one normal human being, capable of matching his sword, standing before him with possibly the most clever school of swordplay Ramirez had seen in his years...incredible. His Ginken flashed in the shadow, and then he realized that his hand was...clear. Almost transparent, glowing completely with the Silvite aura innately blooming within him.
Silvite magic. The moonlight and silver light...life, death. Was he now hovering between them? If so, was his body still walking, unseen, in this unholy place?
I don't care. Let's just finish this.
Ramirez's Ginken flashed again in the quiet light, and he placed his left foot forward and his right back as he cocked back the right hand in which he held the Ginken. Stretching his left arm out ahead of him to parallel the blade, he sniped down its pristine edge to the other's demonic vision. There was passion in those eyes that he could not rival, Ramirez admitted; the only way he would ever be able to match that red haze over the other's irises was if Lord Galcian were to fall. Which of course would never happen. All the same, Ramirez set his stare blank but stern at the same time, as though this man's death were the only goal in his yet-so-short life.
"You are the only man who has ever blocked my Ginken Ryu in so many passes as prior," Ramirez acknowledged, nodding his head somewhat in a little respect. A little. "As such, I cannot allow you to leave this place in fighting strength. I trust you will fight at full potential- I shall not hold back."
Yamazaki's eyes did not flicker from their lethal line, his hand slowly moving until the fingertips touched the hilt of his dread katana. "My school of fighting seals death in but a second, Ramirez," he said, spitting the name. "Yours will be no different. Only in your death can my soul find respite."
"As I will meditate in repose over your cooling parts," Ramirez said with a feral flash of his teeth. "We have an old saying on Arcadia. Damned be him that first cries 'yield'. This is a battle to the death- no running. I am Ramirez of the Silvites, and I will see you dead, Shinnosuke Yamazaki."
"Shut up and fight," Yamazaki snapped. "Ikuzo!"
He leaned forward on his right leg in a sudden lunge, and Ramirez was quick to answer. He darted forward on his left leg, his feet pulsing in two fluid strides. Yamazaki's mouth parted to deliver a loud "kiai" as Ramirez mirrored it, and then the Ginken was stabbed forward, and Yamazaki's katana whipped from its sheath in a blinding iaijutsu strike. The blades clashed against each other, and the hilts locked as they pressed against each other's blades.
All around them, ghouls and orcs were heard to wail in response to their contesting spirits, as for the final time, the silver-crowned swordsmen dueled.
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 127
(6/8/02 5:31:47 pm)
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Act 4, Scene 5 - "Hurt"
It's a giant... wasp.
And I think it wants to hurt me.
OW! YESITWANTSTOHURTME!!!
Ivan retreated quickly down the corridor, summoning a Djinn to create a barrier between him and the wasp. The sting had gone in deep, leaving a worrying green stain around the wound.
Ye gods, it's ugly!
"Plasma!"
Dead wasp. Maybe the more powerful monsters are higher up?
...and I don't feel well. I guess that sting was poisoned...
...crap...
And Ivan slumped to the floor, as the poison burned into his bloodstream...

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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