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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 10
(6/3/02 1:33:25 am)
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Azure, Silver, Crimson.
Warning: This is extremely bloody. It's not needed to read if you don't want to. You've been warned!
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"Silver hair, black mantle, and a silver sword...it's him! Second Admiral Ramirez of Valua!"
The skies gleamed with red sunlight, the air tepid and humid with no chance of a cool breeze. Upon the isles in the southern part of Arcadia- Middle Ocean, as it was called- the oxygen was particularly foreign. Ramirez's nose wrinkled at such an awful odor. So different from the circulated, pure air of the Great Silver Shrine. In truth, Arcadians didn't need to breathe as much air as he did, so he could see why they put up with it. Still...such a stench. It smelled of sweat and gunpowder and blood, the last of which being the only forgivable aspect of the world.
Well, perhaps it would...unbalance, with this next strike.
"I take it, by that tone, that you've heard of me," Ramirez said, not yet turning to the panting presences behind him. This island wasn't so terrible, despite its lack of appropriate air. Close to the great, white sky rifts that separated it from where the mystical black skies of Valua lay side-by-side with the desert kingdom Nasr, it was lush and green and moist. Around the scorched and bloodied earth Ramirez's shiny black boots were planted upon, there was an endless sea of green, rolling over hills and off to the banks of the island itself. It was small, insignificant, and generally very inconspicuous. It had been perfect for these Blue Rogues to hide themselves in.
They were so utterly, utterly pathetic. The Blue Rogues were the pirates that tortured the skies worse than their more violent adversaries/allies, the Black Pirates. Blue Rogues robbed the richer Valuan empire and kept the wealth for themselves, using it to buy and sell goods for Zelos knew what. To be fair, Ramirez had no problem with them- so long as they shrivelled up and died miserably like all the rest of their kind, he bothered them little of his own accord. But, orders were orders, and Lord Galcian desired only their deaths today.
It was a pity. Some of the children in this husk of a hideout had looked much like Fina and he had, when they were that young. One was her spitting image, of white hair and aqua eyes...
The presence behind him swore at him violently. "You're damn right I've heard of you, you bastard...you and that black ship of yours sent my uncle to Deep Sky. You're a murderer..."
"And now I'm going to murder you, so you get to justify your comment," Ramirez said calmly. He decided he'd dignify the man with a look, and turned slowly to face him with eyes that gleamed with green death. Amidst the flaming wreckage of what had been the hideout of the now departed Captain Ryker's band of Rogues, around the bodies of the hacked dead, there stood four badly wounded men. They were far from muscular, like he was, and roughly his height- the most able of the Rogue band, he was guessing. Two with blonde hair, one with black, one with red. The blondes had a spear and a dagger, the black a dagger, and the red a thin blue cutlass- the only one with a Moonstone, it would seem.
The red held his blade out, his bloodied face speaking for all of his comrades when he looked at Ramirez. Hatred was apparent. "Murder me...? After all this? You monster...we're Blue Rogues. Nothing is impossible for us, not even killing the legendary 'Ginken' of Valua..."
"I'd give you a chance to surrender, but you'd just say another stupid 'hopeful' line and attack me anyway," Ramirez said. He lacked the usual prose with which he spoke, but he was honestly very bored. There was no challenge. No fight, just a slaughter of crippled, roosting birds. His sword had sliced through even the burliest of the young men, the Silver techniques and magic claiming most of them with his first wave. His two Elite soldiers were dead, slain in the third strike, but he'd found that to be the easiest, really. Perhaps a talk with Her Highness, the Queen of Valua, was in order.
The red-headed pirate clutched his cutlass, setting his jaw. "How's this for a hopeful line? I'll send your atoms to meet my uncle so he can kick your ass like he would've in a head-on fight!" The pirate brought his blade closer, nodding to his three compatriots. "For the Blue Rogues...attack! Hardin, Cris, Plask- towards the future! Wevlos!"
Well, now I know what to put on your epitaphs.
The two blondes- Hardin and Cris, as the redhead had referred- charged forward with spear and dagger out, shouting power-up yells at their silver-headed foe. Ramirez kept his face blank, but narrowed his eyes as their feet padded ahead of him. Just as their companion- Plask, he was called- kissed his dagger and came at him, Ramirez's eyes flared with silver light from within their pristine green orbs. His hair blew with an unseen breeze, his glistening fencing blade held down as it began to vibrate of its own accord. All around them, the puddles of blood that lay under the dead and dying suddenly flickered and shook. And as the unholy wind caressed his face, Ramirez closed his eyes.
Then, all at once, Ramirez stepped forward and struck. He gave a short, brief grunt of challenge, and then his fencing saber whipped forward into the air in an open-ended slash, the blade gleaming with silver light. The light intensified, so much under the dying rays of sunlight that for a moment it shone brighter than the West Star, and the charging lancer and knifemen cried out in alarm. The redheaded pirate gave a warning cry, but even Ramirez knew it was too late. As his left leg pounded forward, the blade swung into a repeated arc as he deftly twirled it in his gloved hand, slick with the blood of men and women. The light flared in their eyes, burning their retinas and turning their irises pale. They clutched at their vision as the light finally waned away, howling in pain as Ramirez stepped back.
He let the sword come to a halt in his hand, and slowly let his eyes open again. His opponents looked so surreal, grasping at eyes that would never again see the sun, or the sky, or dewdrops upon leaves in the morning. It was almost beautiful, how they struggled upon the battlefield. It seemed all too natural for Arcadian humans to do so, for they spent most of their time there. Warring. Killing. Spilling blood. Cursing the environment that had nursed them from birth, defiling it with their "technology" and "conquest."
Anger coursed through him. People like these...they were the ones that threatened the existence of the Silvites. They had driven them away. They had called down the Rains of Destruction by themselves. The Silvites...they were just the barrel of the gun that had fired the bullet so many millenia ago. And justly, at that. These foul apes would have ripped him asunder if he had come on good terms to them. They would have shot the elders and spread their bones into the earth. They would have...used Fina. Made her into walking humiliation with their dirty, bloody hands...
You evil, disgusting primates...
"I'll kill you," Ramirez gritted out. "All of you."
The blinded spearsman swiped blindly at him, a horizontal cut that missed by a mile. Ramirez stepped forward and cut him, wipping the deadly fencing blade around in a deep slash that raked over the man's temple, deepening to stab through his cheek and down his jaw. He screamed, and blood gushed over his lower lip like a dam burst from hell. His tongue had probably been sliced in two. Ramirez obliged his suffering and, while the man clutched his cheek and turned away with his spear up, brought the Ginken blade up for a powerful blow. The shaft of the spear snapped into two, and Ramirez's sword won an extra hit in the same swipe. The man now gaped with sightless eyes down at the ensanguined trunk of what had been his forearm. Yet Ramirez was not finished at all with him, and as the slash passed, he swivelled the soft, dark hilt of his blade, then paused it in a firm, traditional grip, and held it over his head at a horizontal level.
"Die."
Hardin did just that. Ramirez spun while bringing the blade down to waist level, and as he came around, he let the blade ride the wind and stab forward. His right foot stomped forward gently just as the kill came. The tip plunged into the man's throat like so much gelatin, and as the man coughed the remnants of his tongue, Ramirez gave the weapon a twist and heard the spine snap like a rusty branch. Still spewing the crimson fluid, Hardin slumped to his knees, and Ramirez pulled his blade out.
"Forgive me, I can't let your blood defile this for too long," Ramirez said casually, turning his gaze from the doomed Hardin to the writhing Cris. He slashed the blade in midair, letting the blood splatter over Plask's injured corneas, and idly wondered the best way to dispose of such an ant. The man was actually smaller in person, more meaningless and dirty. Ramirez stepped forward enough to grab Cris's dagger arm, then pulled him forward and pressed the edge of his Ginken to the boy's throat. He drew blood for a moment, and as Cris raised his other arm to grab at Ramirez's attacking wrist, Ramirez had to snort.
He gave Cris's arm a fast yank down, and saw the elbow bend and puncture through the arm, the bone dangling for one bloody moment before snapping into three beautifully patterned pieces. Ramirez made sure Cris didn't have time to scream, and ran the blade quickly and viciously over the hollow of his throat. Blood rained on Ramirez's forehead. This close, Ramirez could see his enemy's carotid pulsing, even after it was cut in two. Chunks of his esophagus were spit up, and slowly, the man fell from Ramirez's grip, and clawed the ground with his free arm for just a second. Just a second.
"Hardin! Cris! What's going on, where is he?!" came Plask's voice. Ramirez turned blankly to him, staring past silver shocks of ghostly hair and drops of blood that lined his vision. The man had made himself a target with that stupid line. And it was going to...hurt. Immensely. As the man swiped at his bloodied eyelids, Ramirez placed his left leg forward and cocked the right arm up, just to eye level. He inverted the blade as he held it, so that the edge faced up and glinted with crimson against one half-shut eye. His left arm came out to let his gloved fingertip touch the reddened tip, so that he held the blade parallel to it in a stance. He sniped down the thin edge of the blade, lining it up with Plask's head.
Then he bent forward, kicked his right foot hard against the ground, and pulled his left arm away as he lunged to stab the blade forward. Plask's lips parted in a cry as Ramirez grunted ahead of him, and he swiped the dagger out blindly. The move left him totally open, but it wasn't like it would have mattered. Ramirez had him. He was already dead.
The blade slid neatly between those parted lips, and stabbed through Plask's uvula. The hilt guard slammed into his mouth, breaking his jaw and shattering his teeth. The sheer force of the stab cracked Plask's neck, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he bled out. Gurgling, his arms dropped, the dagger falling to the scorched floor, and his limp head slid from Ramirez's blade as the superior fighter pulled his weapon out. Before the black-haired boy could fall, Ramirez brought up his right foot in a vicious kick, snapping back Plask's head to send him falling to the side.
Don't you dare get any of that red sewage water you call 'blood' on me.
"I'll give you one last chance to surrender, since it's clear your comrades won't be joining you any time soon," Ramirez said, referring to the lone bladesman that looked blankly around. He did not look at the pirate as he spoke, but did use the opportunity to wipe the flats of his blade upon the back of the fallen Plask's shirt. "I am sure Lord Galcian would be most generous to you...as a Blue Rogue, interrogating you would prove most useful."
A black lie. Galcian would have him executed in Lower City, as an example of the armada's might. Still, it seemed much better to lead on the poor fool for at least a moment. But the cutlass bearer did not budge, and as Ramirez turned to him, he found the red-headed boy struggling for words, obviously incensed at the unseen murder of his friends. Ramirez knew what that felt like...to be helpless, to be frightened. To know that you were the last hope of nothing, that your friends were already dead and you had nothing to live for anymore.
He'd dreamed about that happening to Fina, long enough.
But never again. Ramirez was going to ensure that there was one less ape that endangered Fina, and the Silvites. There would be one more corpse uprooted by the Rains of Destruction.
"I'll won't give you the satisfaction of seeing me beg," the cutlass boy said, fighting back a blush of anger. "I'm...I'm Sal of the Blue Rogues. And even if it's impossible, I'll kill you...impossible is not a word the Blue Rogues know-"
"That's wonderful," Ramirez said, and brought his blade flickering over in a lazy swipe. <i>Silver Moon, let your light find only his broken body. Eternum.</i>
Ghostly strands of silver light, then, flared from the Ginken, and everything seemed to go dark around the Rogue- Sal. In his mind's eye, Ramirez saw the puddles of blood streaming from his friends dry in cold, felt their lives stream out of their bodies. The small village of diminute huts and shops that had hosted these Blue Rogues burned to the ground, until Ramirez saw only himself facing a blinded Sal. Helpless before him, Sal was then surrounded by six glowing orbs on a platform of black and silver, and the wasps of light from the Ginken surrounded him in the air. Ramirez half-lidded his bloody eyes and whispered something, his hair not even dampened by the touch of Cris's blood as it held itself to Ramirez's creamy, pale skin. The wands of light then began to take shape, and had Sal still the chance to see, he would have gaped in horror. For the strands of light widened, became tangible, and turned into a dozen small spikes of silver magic.
It all darkened again, and the spikes flashed with light. Hopelessly, Sal screamed, raising his cutlass in an unfamiliar stabbing stance- much like the one that had killed Plask, though from the left- and charged Ramirez. He didn't get three steps before the spikes shot forward.
"Unnnhh!" was all Sal could grunt, his body going rigid as the blades stabbed into him. One punched between the joints of his collarbone first, then another stabbed through the back of his shoulder. Another plunged into his left breast, three struck the backs of his thighs as another pair stabbed into his shins. Three landed in his belly with a wet splurt, and two plunged into his elbows with terrifying speed. And then, as he slumped to his knees with his blank eyes widened in testament to the ungodly pain, the last came spiraling down, and punched through the crown of his head, splitting it like an overripe melon.
Ramirez brought the dull edge of the Ginken up to his forehead and closed his eyes. When he heard the boy drop, and the sizzle of the spikes evaporating from his body, he reopened his eyes, and nodded. In a fluid motion, he sheathed the blade back into his sash, and walked over to the fallen, bloody mess that had been Sal of the Blue Rogues. Looking at the oozing body, he kicked its head, feeling the mushy skull yield to his boot. Like squashing a fly...
"Impossible is not a word you understand, as you said," Ramirez said softly, narrowing his eyes as he wiped the blood of Cris from his forehead. "Perhaps 'reality' will fit in there."
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Maybe there was another reason I left you behind, Fina. I didn't want your eyes to be stained with what I was to do to these miserable fools. I didn't want you to see what would happen when I gave my sword to Lord Galcian...when my eyes were opened to the truth. You're much better off up there, anyway. Away from the pain, and grief, and lust and violence...it's better for you.
And better for me.
Sleep, just a little longer...
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End part two.
Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.
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Munkwunk
RTT: Onion Kid Dath
Posts: 1096
(6/3/02 2:22:04 am)
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Re: Azure, Silver, Crimson.
You're late, Dath.
The child shot up in bed in the same way one would when having a nightmare.
D ath. Dath, you're late.
He looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.
Over here, Dath.
He blinked, turn his head toward the voice, and stared. "Dammit, you're still too hard to see! Turn on the lamp! It's still dark in here. Geeze. Stupid mysterious figures. You're all alike. Hiding in the shadows and all that. Hmpf."
The figure seemed mildy amused at the child's outburst. Without further delay, the gas lamp that hung upon the wall was lit, and the room illuminated. The figure was still difficult to see, his features nearly impossible to determine. At least it was less difficult to tell where he stood now. That's all the kid cared about.
"What do you want? Geeze, you're waking me up with all this "you're late" BS. Geeze, you'd think I were in a Chrono game or something... Now if you don't mind my asking, what on earth am I late for?"
Your intro, Dath.
"My intro?"
Yes, Dath, your intro. Others have been submitting them for days, now. You've waited till the last moment again, haven't you?
"My intro to what? Blast it all, man! Stop being so mysterious! You're acting too stereotypical! Out with it already!"
Your intro for the Tournament, Dath. Why have you not yet submitted it?
"What tournament? Dammit, didn't I tell you to stop being so mysterious? You disturb my sleep, make me think I'm having a nightmare or something, and I'm not even going to ASK how you got into my room (although I do suppose it wouldn't be too difficult, seeing as how nobody ever locks their doors, but that's beside the point), and you don't have the decency to just come out with it already!"
Somewhat annoyed, the figure stated flatly: The Tournament which I am taking you to now, Dath, whether you like it or not.
The Onion Kid had no chance to respond. Within moments, he was in an equally mysterious place, unsure of what would happen next.
"Well, what ever this is, it seems exciting," Dath thought to himself. "I'm game!"
Care for a drink? Visit The Moogle Cafe for an ice cold Merton Dew. Edited by: Munkwunk at: 6/3/02 2:23:44 am
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 11
(6/3/02 2:23:14 am)
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Offer from A...Thing
Silver Tundra...end. Very good...that should do it for the day.
It was late noon when Ramirez finished his training for the day. In the darkness of his inner sanctum aboard his flagship, he panted and let himself fall to his knees upon the broad, black tile floor. It was a blank room, drab and gray, lit only by one thrumming light on the ceiling. The room was tremendous, taking up parts of two decks and reinforced by most of the armor on the ship to allow for Ramirez's intense training. Even though he was now allied with the great Lord Galcian, there was no way he would allow his sword to rust and grow weak. His skills had to be in top condition.
He panted hoarsely, digging the tip of his Ginken against the tiles to brace his sweating form. Clothed in only his thigh-high bootlegs and pants, Ramirez's lithe but hard upper body shone under the thrum of the overhead light, his hair hanging over his neck and face as he rested. His supple muscles and stamina had been reinforced by years of concentrated swordsmanship, endless months of honing his skills in the Silvite Sword style, but it still wore on him to keep in touch with his own blade. And this had been a rigorous session, a full five hours nonstop of using Silver Tundras and Silver Eclipses, among other more acrobatic techniques. The Silver Sword relied not only on magic and cutting strength, but on the flexibility and agility of the user.
Now I need a Silver Blessing, he joked mentally.
Ramirez hefted himself up, taking a deep breath and clearing his mind of such thoughts. As the times stood, there was more and more necessity for such techniques; in a few weeks, Lord Galcian would be asking him to hunt down another Blue Rogue band before moving on to find the Red Moon Crystal. They would soon be starting their plan to call down the Rains of Destruction. Then, quite simply put, Galcian would rule a utopian world, and Ramirez would be his enforcer. They would have purpose, and order, and stability, and the leadership that came of union and a common purpose.
Then, maybe, he'd be able to look to Fina and tell her that he had helped create this purified world all for her. It was, after all, for her...
"Nice job! Bravo, bravo..."
Ramirez went rigid at the sound of clapping behind him. He turned, frowning, to find the most curious visitor he'd ever seen in his short life. There was a boy there, looking no older than late teens at least. He dressed in dark, much like Ramirez, but there was no trace of lighter cloth on that black suit. Pale blue skin and ethereal eyes glittered under the lights, and in one hand he held a bowstaff as jet blue hair brushed over his pristine, oceanic forehead. The oddest things about him, though, were the wings of a bat or a dragon that sprouted in blue from his back.
Then again, the oddest thing about him would be that he was hanging upside down from Ramirez's weapon rack.
"...how did you get in here?" Ramirez demanded, taking a cautious step over. Sylvan eyes met upside-down blue irises as the Silvite swordsman stepped to the weapon rack. "You know my orders. No one is to be allowed in here, not even...things...like you."
"Hah, you must surely lighten up, my white haired friend," the boy said, folding his arms over his chest. As he did so, the bow staff bopped Ramirez's sweaty jaw on the tip, and the swordsman's head recoiled in a slight pang. Ramirez scowled at the apologetic-looking dragon boy, who promptly uttered a "sorry." He pulled himself up over the weapon rack, and shifted to sit on it, offering a toothy grin.
"My name's...well, never mind that. Call me the blue wonder. No, really, I'm just kidding on the blue wonder bit," he said, popping up a curious two-fingered "V" gesture. "Good to meet you, Ramirez."
Ramirez cocked a brow, wondering whether or not to turn his blade on the...thing...before him. Still, only a bow staff and wings would be the boy's physical weapon, and if he had wanted to, he probably could have dealt Ramirez a blow from behind earlier. Besides, in a way, the boy wasn't all that different from a Silvite youth in school- relaxed, easygoing, generally rude. He was making optical critical analyses of Ramirez's muscle tone when the Silvite swordsman sidestepped to grab his shirt and mantle. "As long as you're here, maybe you'd care to explain why?" Ramirez proposed.
"Well, certainly! Least I can do for popping up on you when you're half-naked, after all," the blue wonder responded, scratching an itch on his temple with a long-clawed fingernail. "I came here to ask if you want to compete in a tournament I'm hosting. You're pretty good, so it'd be cake for your caliber, I'm sure."
"Sorry. I've no time to waste over something as long as that," Ramirez told him, slipping the shirt on over his glistening muscles. "I'm needed elsewhere."
"This is as elsewhere as elsewhere can get!" the blue wonder piped again, sliding over on the weapon rack. "It's not even hosted in Arcadia. Not even in your Great Silver Shrine, so you won't have to compete against Fina-"
Ramirez's glance cut him off. The white-haired man's fist trembled around the mantle, a low glare streaming over his eyelids. "Don't...ever...mention her name."
The blue wonder only rubbed the back of his head, offering a grin. "Ooh, okay, lover-boy. Ah! Put that mantle on before you stab that big sucker through me, okay? In any case, I'm hosting it in...well...somewhere far away. Fighters from all other universes are invited. I think you'd get along with some of them, if you weren't trying to beat on most of them. You can't really die, so there's no point-"
"In me going, since there's no challenge," Ramirez said, slipping on the mantle. "Go tuck those wings in and depart from me."
"There's challenge, hold on!" The blue wonder held up a finger, tapping his nose. "You'll be partnered with two others, eventually. It's all about teamwork, and tactics, in a way- there's no other way to put it, quite frankly. You'll be fighting to survive, too; I mean, hey, if you let somebody walk up and stab you, any shield put on you probably won't protect you, will it?"
"...it interests me, I suppose," Ramirez said, tucking his shirt over his waistline. "All the same, I cannot leave. Lord Galcian would know-"
The blue wonder shook his head. "Trust me, Whitey, the tournament's so locked into time that it'll take up barely a second of yours. At least, it should, assuming the universe doesn't hiccup and it all comes crashing down and then, well...we'd be in a heap of trouble. But the chances of that are pretty nil, so you'd be running a risk equivalent to a guy I know about getting married- name starts with "Z" or something, I don't know. Hey, what are you looking at me like that, for?"
Ramirez blinked, fumbling for the first time in years as he sheathed his sword. "I followed some of that, I think," he said, narrowing his eyes. "If I win...what would I get?"
"Let's keep that a surprise for now," the blue wonder said with a wink. "Come on, old sport, what do you say? Test your skills, flaunt your prettiness, win the day? It's only a few rounds, anyway, and I'll make sure you're well-rested between each. Maybe slide a girl your way."
Ramirez glared.
"...a man?"
Ramirez had half-drawn his sword before the blue wonder jumped from the weapon rack, holding his hands up with a playful smile. "Kidding, kidding! Really, I'm kidding! I'll rejuvenate your energies after a hard day of beatings, so there's no risk of you running low. Come on, Ramirez- at least for the sake of coming back, ready to fight for the Rains of Destruction and even Zelos...will you fight in this? And, of course, do it for me...the Krizster."
The blade slid back into its sheath, and Ramirez had to sigh. "You know my plans...however you have come to find out, I cannot let you leave by yourself. I will come, but only to make sure you tell no one else about what I and Lord Galcian intend to do. I fight, you keep that mouth shut. Is that clear?"
"Clear as my eyes after seeing Vice Admiral Vigoro naked," the blue wonder cracked, flashing a thumbs-up. A wave of his hand, and everything began to sparkle. "Let's go! You're getting sleeeeepy...sleeeepy..."
"...not really-"
He didn't get a chance to finish, for then, everything went black.
Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One. Edited by: TenshiKain at: 6/3/02 2:27:42 am
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Curley WEAPON
RTT: Cinder
Posts: 24
(6/3/02 3:21:13 am)
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Re: Character Introduction Thread
Okay, here's my intro, the result of waiting until the last minute to start working on it. -_-;;
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He just sat there, staring at the door. The executive had long since left, but the offer he had made still rung in his head.
" Are they just trying to mess with my head again?" He thought. " They said I just had to kill this lab accident of theirs, and I'm out. But why would they go through all this trouble? Can't they just waste the critter themselves?... Why should I care about that?! "
He ran his hand along the wall of his prison. a thin fireproof glass tube that had repelled every kick, punch, and blast he had mustered over the past seven years. He had almost gone crazy being trapped in Ultratech's tiny storage cell. " This is MY chance to get out of this damn tube! Who give's a rat's ass what the company want's, if I have a chance to just walk around instead being in some damn fish bowl, I'm gonna take it!
His form brightened, and rippled softly, a sign that he was estatic over his situation. So much so, that he failed to noticed the figure appearing in front of him." I just have to kill one guy, and I'm free! Nothing is gonna stop me from getting out this hellhole!"
"What make's you say that?"
He stood upright in a flash, revealing his full form. He looked human in shape, but had fire and magma for a body instead of flesh and bone. The source of the voice stood a few feet outside was garbed in formal attire and had pale blue skin.. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Don't worry Cinder, I'm here to bring you to a tournament." The stranger replied.
"A tournament? Can't you bastards at least wait until morning for my answer?!" The flaming man snarled.
"I'm not with Ultratech, Cinder." The blue man stated bluntly. He stepped closer to the glass cell, the light from cinder's flame revealing a pair of large draconic wings behind his back. "And for that matter, I'm not even from your universe."
"What the Hell...?" Cinder muttered to himself. "Whoever you are, you're too late. I'm signing up with Ultratech's tournament, that "Killer Instinct" thing. I just have to kill one guy, and I'm a free man."
"What make's you think it's that simple?" The winged man replied.
"He's some screw up the lab boy's made. Ultratech's cleaning out all their little lab creations to the tournament a success."
"Wrong. He an extraterrestrial. A powerful one. The heads of Ultratech feel they need to prove "Humanity's Superiority" by having you kill him."
Cinder gave the stranger an incredulous stare. "Okay, blue boy, how'd you get out of your cell? Has your testing made you loopy?"
The Draconic lad scowled at burning mass in front of him. "I'm not one of Ultratech's creations, and I'm telling you the truth. Your opponent know's how to defend himself well. And if you fight as you are now, you will die."
"So why are you here? I doubt it's cause yer' worried."
"As I said before, I'm gathering people for my own tournament. There's no prize, but the arenas I have planned are quite spacious, and I know you want out of that giant cookie jar. And I can also assure you that you won't be killed."
"...Keep talking."
"This tournament will also give you a chance to experience combat, and train yourself before your battle here. This might very well be your last chance to enjoy life before you face your opponent. And if you can sharpen your skills well enough, you might be able to defeat him. So do you accept?"
Cinder stared at this man long and hard. There was no way he could trust him, but if he was telling the truth, this was a means of escape for him! A chance get out and DO something! To walk freely and possibly enjoy himself. He couldn't turn him down, but this was only temporary. His battle on this world took priority.
"Answer me one thing." He ordered. "If I go with you, will I get back in time for my fight here?"
"Of course. This tournament will only last a week, and your tournament doesn't begin until almost a month from now."
"...Alright, I'm in."
"Excellent!" The winged man proclaimed, raising his left hand into the air. "Not many people are coming by choice, and it'll good to have some willing combatants."
"Wait a minute. Willing combatants?" Cinder asked. "What the hell is that supposed to mea-" He never got to finish his sentence. For with a snap of the stranger's blue fingers, he and Cinder both vanished.
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Darkken
RTT - Yamazaki Shinnosuke
Posts: 9
(6/3/02 4:55:42 am)
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Prologue - Yamazaki Shinnosuke
Prologue - Yamazaki Shinnosuke - The Dream
Time seems to become endless. I sit in my small room, unable to do nothing but remember times lost long ago. Remember Ayame, her smile on a different age... remember Yoneda, standing by my side, remember Kazuma, practicing his swordsmanship with me...
I have become nothing. I close my eyes, seeking solace in the darkness within, as my senses fade away.
Terrible, colourless eyes, watching me with cold fury. A quiet voice speaking...
"The blue devil is coming tonight to meet you..."
Then those two eyes disappear, and suddenly, I can taste it, the smell of blood in the air - I can feel it, the blood pouring down from my veins. My muscles are sore, I cannot move, I cannot feel the pain.
Where am I?
I open my eyes, only to see the concerned eyes of Ayame.
Ayame... Her hands holding me, trying to stop the flow of my blood, her eyes staring deep into my own, urging me not to die... then, suddenly, her head turning in terror, as she realizes that-
Kazuma. KAZUMA!
Yoneda is there, standing in shock, unable to move, unable to stop Kazuma. Kazuma, raising his sword for his final attack, an attack that would take his own life as well...
KAZUMA!!
A terrible light fills the battlefield, the screams of the dying demons makes my ears hurt. Even in the light, I see Kazuma, being consumed by the light, burning, being consumed away...
KAZUMA!!!
And suddenly, everything is quiet. Everything is dark. Everything is nothing. There is only a man, a man dressed in blue and black. His grey hair moves, as though there were wind, but I know there is none. His eyes are burning, burning with a cold, unending wrath. Now, those eyes were laughing, laughing at me, laughing at my pain.
"Yes, feel that pain. Feel that sorrow. That way, you'll realize that you are nothing. That you're weak. That you're worthless."
His hand touches my cheek, his lips smiling slightly. The movement of his hand is playful, his voice rises slightly, as he speaks again. "What a pathetic, wretched creature you are..."
And then, suddenly, his hand squeezes my face, pulling me up. His lips twist into an inhuman grin, as he jumps, throwing me down, and I fall, I fall into nothingness...
I see another man. A man with blue wings, dressed in black and white, blue hair flowing in his movement.
"Come to me, Yamazaki Shinnosuke."
I see him pointing his hand at me, and suddenly, I no longer see anything, besides darkness.
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Darkken - Yamazaki Shinnosuke - Rurouni Taikai Tactics

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allenhill2002
RTT: Golbez
Posts: 267
(6/3/02 2:15:56 pm)
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Re: Character Introduction Thread
Please excuse the crappiness of the following. It's my first intro, and I didn't know quite how to do it. It is in a dream, so I didn't know quite how to get the effect I wanted. That is why there is no character descriptions.
Somewhere, deep inside the moon, a tortured soul must make a decision that will affect his very destiny.
I keep going over this in my head. Was it a dream, or was it real....
FuSoYa: Are you sure you are prepared to do this?
Golbez: Do I have a choice? I have to pay for this somehow..... I'm sorry. It's just.....this is hard. I knew what I was doing the entire time....I just couldn't stop.
This is the only way. Redemption comes to all. I just have to pay the price.
FuSoYa: You may see what is happening on your planet if you try hard enough. With time, you will be able to pick what and who you see.
Now, it's time. Sweet dreams.
How long ago did that happen? How long have I been sleeping? It seems like only yesterday.
But this, this is the memory in question. It was dark. Totally black. I couldn't see a thing, just hear him.
????: You are quite the villain aren't you? Slaughtering hundreds....thousands....HELL, maybe even millions!!!
Golbez: WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?
????: That doesn't matter now. What matters is that you have been summoned....
Golbez: Have you come only to humiliate me more? Make me suffer?
If you have, you must not be very observant. It's already been done.
If you've come to recruit me, to get me to help you, you're going about this the wrong way.
????: *laughter* You do have Gall. If nothing else you have plenty of gall.
Excuse me. I'm sorry. I came latter than I planned to. You're a different person now.
No matter.
Redemption is what you want now, isn't it. You no longer seek power, now you seek peace.
Golbez: Who are you!? Who are you to say what I seek....?What do you mean by "Me being a different person now."
????: You killed millions, You laughed while they cried. You made children parentless, you made mothers childless.
Golbez: *sobs* IS THERE A POINT TO ALL THIS!!!!!!
????: And now you wish to make peace with yourself. I have come to give you that chance.
Golbez: .....what do I have to do.
????: Come to this tournament. Compete, and....
Golbez: Wait a second? I can earn Redemption at a tournament. You expect me to believe that!
????: I'm getting tired of these interruptions. I must warn you, try to control yourself.
Golbez: Answer my question. Of all things, I can earn Redemption at a tournament?
????: Would I have come if you couldn't? This is the chance you've been looking for.
Golbez: How? Who competes at this tournament?
????: People who have done more evil than you can even dream of. People who live off the screams and cries of others. People who slaughter families out of nothing less than boredom....
*grin* I see I have your attention.
Have you heard of Scarlett Welles? She builds weapons that serve not other purpose then to kill. And she gets off on it. It would blow your mind if you knew what horrible, unspeakable crimes that she has committed.
And she is one of the lesser evils you will see there.
Come to this Tournament and you could stop these people from hurting anyone ever again. This is the best chance that you could find. There are others there who wish to stop these people also. They need your help.
A mage of your caliber will definitely be a help to them.
Golbez: I just don't know. When does it start, how much time do I have?
????: You are not what I expected when I heard of the "Great Golbez!" You have spent too much time in this slumber. You have become weak, both mentally and physically. I hope you can pull yourself together in time for the tournament.
I will come for you later. Try to decide quickly. Time is running out. Good-Bye.
That was it. Was it a dream? What do I do? Do I take it? Redemption came so simple for Cecil. If only I could talk to him....to FuSoYa....Perhaps they could help me decide.
I guess I have no other choice. I have to go......
And that was the last thought that occurred to him.
 Redemption comes at what cost?
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Thirdtwin a
RTT: Citan Uzuki
Posts: 9
(6/3/02 3:53:14 pm)
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Re: Character Introduction Thread
Smack me for not introducing myself until the tourney actually starts. This is toward the very end of XG, and an apocalyptic event has occured which has wiped out almost all the life on the planet. I'll try not to spoil too much beyond that....
Introduction: A doctor with bloodied hands
Fei had screamed at him once. Over all the time he had followed Fei, over all the time he had to learn the scope of the young man's younger emotions, never had he felt such a depth of rage, never had he known Fei to show such anger. But there was, indeed, a first time for everything.
"Y...you traitor!!"
Strange that he could hear him so clearly after all that time. Even now, at the end the grand journey, after the murder of friends and enemies alike. Even now, when all his other memories were coated in a dusky, frigid fog--that cold, scientific side of him regarded that as another sign of depression. He sometimes hated it, that cold feeling like the steel edge of his katana. Strange that he should think thusly; in the depths of the fog clouding his soul, he was convinced that feeling-- any feeling-- should be treasured. Yet when that other side of him kicked in....it was much like the antithesis of feeling, so objective it was. At times it was good to see things in black and white, at times that cold edge was welcome. But here, in the depths of his soul, where everything was grey....
"Y...you traitor!!"
Yes, yes, back to the matter at hand. This was the time of accounting, after all. Before he was tro dive into the depths of Eden, to end the existence of the ultimate weapon, one had to atone. To face death with a pure soul. Yes, one had to admit one's sins before dying, to whatever god might still exist. And he didn't want to hide any more, hide behind calls of "duty" and "necessity." He didn't have to lie about a "covert order from the Emperor" was willing to admit that he had once betrayed the slayer of god. That he had taken him hostage, and laid bare his soul. That he had submitted to that antiseptic impulse to know--"all in the name of science"--and played God. That he was the lowest among sinners: a traitor.
There.
There. That was fine, then. it was out in the open. Now he was ready to die. And as he sat on his small cot in the small room, oblivious to the familiar clanks and clomps of the Yggdrasil III, surrounded by the steel walls and overhanging pipes, he found that he might well enjoy it. Instead of the monotounous grey, he could embrace a monotonous black... or maybe those other lies were true, maybe he would burn in hellfire forever more. But that would work as well. At least he could feel again.
He grastped his sword. No, this wasn't the sword found in the stomach of the dragon on Sandman Isle, which Fei had rent apart with the raw emnity of his Yamikei. This was his first sword, the weapon he had used as an Element. The weapon he had used during the attack on Solaris.
How fate is truly like a wheel.... he thought.
He slid the blade out of its saya, and looked at its cold gleam. He knew he hated it, just as he hated his logical side, hated the frigid glare of either. But... the sword was inexorably tied to Yui. This was the weapon he had tried to wield against the people of Shevat once... and she had stopped him. And so much later, she gave back the sword...
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"I could not find any other path to choose... If I happened to be overcome by the darkside... At that point, I have already..." Fear in his voice, of using that blade, of finding that pleasure he had in drawing blood, and seeing the the dying thrash and writhe....
And she spoke, her voice lilting slightly, and a light shone within for a few moments: "Don't say anything more. I already know... Now, here. This is your sword... Please... Please come back alive!"
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And now, he was planning to kill himself on the sword his own wife had given him.
And why not?
He could not answer.
And thus, he withdrew the blade fully, preparing to stain the lily sheets with crimson--
"Hyuga Ricdeau."
The voice stopped him, and at once he was afraid, the sword slipping from his hands onto the bed. But was it the voice that caused that twinge of fear, a voice that reminded him of so much--making love to Yui in a room above the clouds as the gleaming sun filtered through a window; the loss of his whole family in a span of days; and, of course, the grand sin, the betrayal of Wong Fei Fong? Could it be the voice, which made him feel so much, that also inspired such fear in him? Or could it be the--the thing to which the voice belonged? Or even that it used his real name--his birth name, which everyone now knew, yet no one ever used?
"Heh.... it seems ironic that I've slain so many of your kind, and yet you are the only one to attend to my suicide...."
"I think... you may have me mistaken for someone else."
"Are you not the angel of death?"
"Far from it," the blue, winged one replied--but, given the somber setting, such a mistake was probably forgivable. The pale blue pallor, rigidly formal clothing, those wings.... "Rather, I've come to make you somthing of a deal."
"Ah, so I'm to be tempted, then? Shown all the pleasures of the world? Well, at this point, I'm quite certain that nothing out there could change the course of my depression."
"...? Oh, the wings. They're draconic, not demonic."
"The devil was always purported to have a sense of humor." He glanced to his left, as did the blue-skinned stranger. "No, I'm not reaching for the sword," he said pre-emptively, as he stretched across the bed for a bottle of liquor. Jessie would be surprised that he had such hard stuff, and Sigurd--ah, Siggy would probably faint at the sight of it. Regardless, he took a swig from the bottle.
"Look, are you gonna evade me by spouting vague philosophy, or can we get serious here?" The man-thing sounded slightly annoyed, but its/his countenance wasn't ruffled in the slightest. "Hyuga?" he added.
"I would prefer Citan, thank you." Now he was annoyed.... but willing to listen to this creature's talk. It couldn't be much worse than listening to the screams of those being converted to Wels.
"Well, I'm heading up something of a tournament. Fighters from across the multiverse--yes, it does exist outside of your conceptualization, good doctor." Citan regarded this with the slightest amount of shock, but some distant part of him was glad for being proven right. "Winners get... well, for some it's enough to simply participate." And not without irony, "The thrill of being alive and all that."
Citan glanced up, a chill entering his eyes as he adjusted his glasses. "The thrill of inflicting pain, you mean. And although I don't know nearly as much as I'd like to pretend, I will say that, if I can only take pleasure in hurting others, I have finally slipped into the darkness." Another swig. "Maybe I'm being a coward, willingly hiding the truth from my eyes, but I'd rather not try and find out whether that's true. So... no thanks." And with that, he tilted his head back, shutting his eyes and feigning sleep. Was he being petulant? Sure. But he also hoped that this interdimensional being would get the hint.
When he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else entirely.
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(There's no real evidence that C was suicidal in-game, but one can be allowed a bit of artistic licence, right?)
TT, "a dichotomy of order and chaos....."
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Merton Dew
RTT: Mog The Main Moogle
Posts: 2559
(6/3/02 5:58:10 pm)
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Re: Character Introduction Thread
Eh, this is just a placeholder for when I finally do my intro.
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 27
(6/4/02 12:38:50 am)
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Re: Character Introduction Thread
*The setting is a forested island, isolated from humanity...the air is peaceful, filled only with the sounds of birdsong. But the peace is soon shattered...by the resounding clash of steel. Two men, one with twin swords, one with a short staff, are fighting, savagely exchanging blows. The first, the one with the huge twin broadswords, is a mountain of a man, a looming thunderhead. He is at least 7' tall, and is clad in ornate white armor. His long white hair flies out behind him as he fights. He possesses a kind of fierce majesty...*
*His opponent, on the other hand, couldn't possibly be less imposing. A short, heavily wrinkled man, he looks more like a kindly old grandfather than a serious combatant...but he moves with the grace of a skilled warrior, and he has such skill that his staff is able to hold its own against his opponent's twin broadswords...or rather, almost. The short man feints with his cane, and then stabs forward with it, intending to hit his opponent in the stomach...but his opponent sees it coming. With an agile movement that wouldn't seem possible for a man his size, the huge man sidesteps and knocks the staff away with one sword...and then spins, bringing the other sword around to his opponent's throat. Everything stops for one tense second...then the huge man moves his broadsword away. The short man speaks...*
????: How did you do it, Garai? I was sure I had it perfect that time...
Garai: That was good, Radius. But you seem to turn your wrist downward as you thrust...
Radius: ...hmph. I'll get you someday...
Garai: Not in this lifetime!
Garai and Radius: GWAHAHAHA!!!
*After a good laugh, Garai takes his leave. On the trip back to the main island of El Nido, in his cabin, Garai ponders morosely...*
Garai: ...ah, it was a good fight. But it seems like there's no one around here left to challenge me. I don't have any equals around here...so how can I improve my skills? *Sigh*
*Garai ponders morosely some more...when suddenly, a strange voice speaks...*
????: What's the matter? Are you having trouble finding worthy adversaries?
Garai: Eh?! Who's that?!
*Garai whirls around...to see a strange being floating in front of him...*
I'll work on this more later.
~dry31~
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