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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 65
(6/11/02 11:34:29 am)

Epiphany 2: "Power is everywhere"
Amethyst stopped in mid-stride as he crossed a large square. What... is... that? The aether thrummed with power, spells of immense proportions were being thrown about as casually as Amethyst himself would throw an EnergyChain. Pausing a moment to whisk a HideRune around himself, Amethyst oriented on the strongest aether fluctuations.

Soon, the ground began to buck under his feet. Placing a hand inside his robes, he contacted his armor and suffused a slight amount of magical energy into it, activating the AngelArmor's ground-repelling enchantment. Wind whipped about him as he progressed, kicking dust into his face. Wind and Earth... Two opposing elements... He retreated and took to the rooftops with a further powerup of the AngelArmor. Eventually, he reached a location whereh e could view the actual combatants.

They're... children! Boys that age have more power than I do... I suppose power is different in other worlds... But such power!

Rouge surfaced suddenly. Takeittakeittakeit PowerGrab!

Amethyst struggled quickly, bringing his mind under control. It is their battle. Draining one would not be fair.

A sudden flare in the aether, followed by an instant cutoff. An aborted spell...

The winds and sand cleared for just a moment, and Amethyst caught a glimpse of a figure in blue atop the building across the square. "Billy!" No good, he can't hear me. Wind's too strong to fly over, either. Amethyst sighed and continued to watch.

---
Amethyst is on the rooftops across from Billy. He's invisible, though. If you look closely, you might catch a glimpse of slightly luminous wings from the AngelArmor.

And I'm going to bed. My writing's dropped in quality, so I'd guess I need sleep. Only constant vigilance and rechecking has kept hundreds of typos from creeping into my work.

Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 42
(6/11/02 11:50:46 am)

Fighting in Libraries
The Pure Land - II

Why? Why would he instigate a fight? Was he losing his mind, losing his cool? No…at some point, Gilder would’ve tried to attack him again. Not because they were enemies, but because he too would want to be the one to survive. He was justified. He was justified! And at the same time, he knew he shouldn’t have. It felt like indulgence in some sort of vice, perhaps just to get the feeling of his gun firing in his hand. Maybe they’d meet yet again in the tourney, but so what if they did? He wasn’t some sort of sage with a wise lesson to teach the red-coated man. He was just a man, Kuroki Kaze, and a worse example of one than most.

What he really wished was that he just would’ve asked Gilder where the library was.

Ryo Hazuki… He thought of his soreness, his wounds; the wounds his black cape had concealed from Gilder. That was an advantage to wearing black; the enemy had a hard time noticing your injuries. But he knew he was bleeding; a bullet had impacted one of his ribs and ricocheted off, opening a wound. But Gilder didn’t know; he couldn’t have known. If he knew that his opponent was weak, he would’ve taken the extra effort to see to it that he never rose up again.

“Library.” He spoke the one word to a fair-skinned young man who passed him on the walkway.

“You want to go to the library?” Kaze nodded firmly. “Well then, I can be of no help, for you are almost there.” He raised a pale hand to point down the street to a large building, marvelous in construct so that it might have been the place of worship for a benevolent deity. “There is our library, honored visitor. Please enjoy our astronomical selection of world literature both past and current, and our impressive multimedia section!” He gave the black gunman a curt nod as he continued his trek down the street. Kaze walked the few hundred meters to the building’s grand façade, sitting down on a flight of crystal stairs to reload his gun’s two clips. Gilder had thought rightly; it was difficult for him to reload in the middle of an intense fight – he needed a minute or so of safety to reload a clip.

Twelve bullets…it was twelve bullets per clip. He was only half out in each clip. But it was quite admirable of Gilder to have the observational skills necessary to know his gun’s capacity when any other person would’ve just worried about trying not to get shot. Slowly, he pushed the shells down into their holding place. Then, coming upon a better idea, he took all the bullets from one clip and filled the other to the top. In the now-empty clip, he placed twelve of his normal silver bullets. There would be explosive, and regular. His choice. He slapped the clips back into the handle of his crimson handgun and returned the firearm to its place at his left side. Rising up, he ascended the stairs and entered the high portal into the library building.

---

Inside, the library was a marvelous place. It contained no books, as Kaze knew them, but identical crystals everywhere on pedestals. It was like a castle of knowledge, gleaming in the sunlight shining down from the translucent dome that crowned the building’s highest point.

“So, you really did come after all, Black Wind…I kinda didn’t think you would, after what some of the others said about you.” A man walked onto a balcony high above the room and looked down onto the floor, where a mystic emblem seemed to pulsate and glow, perhaps a decorative crest. “So you’re the man; the man who doesn’t care about anyone…or anything. Honestly, to look at you, you don’t look that tough. Certainly not the kind of guy who’d destroy a city or gun down his enemies in cold blood. But y’know, looks can be pretty deceiving. Learned that one the hard way.” He fell into a stance, stretching out with his feelings to take in the setting of the library. “But if you don’t mind…why don’t you tell me about yourself with your skills?” He was about to jump over the high balcony’s diamond railing when the crossbar of the railing next to him exploded loudly in a white puff.

Crap! Guess that’s off…if I jumped down, my trajectory would be easily calculable and I’d be a piece of swiss cheese before I hit the floor. No…gotta stay on the ground, at least until I get to him. Another bullet whizzed by Ryo, this time pocking the wall to his back with a small explosion. The staircase to the second level and observation deck, the latter of which he stood upon, was a great path that spiraled twice around the outer wall. He’d thought to take the high ground, a sound strategic move in any situation. Well, except this situation, seemingly.

He heard his own footfalls as he began to run the great descending circle that would take him to the level of his opponent. Ducking and rolling to avoid a shower of three bullets that arced the wall where his outline would’ve been, he sprang to his feet again, giving a little jump as he saw an explosive bullet impact right below his feet.

Damn…what I wouldn’t give to have Billy or that Gilder guy give me some cover fire right now! It wasn’t such a long way down, but it was a marathon when you were dodging bullets every step of the way.

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OOC: The best library I've been to is the US's Library of Congress, so I'm thinking on that scale, with the high ceilings and cool floor mosaic with the signs of the zodiac on it. :)

Your move, Daig!

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Soil! My strength!

Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 6/11/02 12:04:48 pm
Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 76
(6/11/02 11:58:41 am)

Re: Fighting in Libraries
Tenken, I didn't want to mess up your character but it appears I have. If you can tell me what changes to make without needing to remove the duel entirely, I'd be happy to help.


~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~

Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 43
(6/11/02 12:02:18 pm)

Re: Fighting in Libraries
Nothing's wrong at all, Slip. I was glad to see you have Kaze in a fight; he hasn't gotten many of those so far. :) You don't need to change or remove anything - there's nothing that interferes with my setup.

But of course, voters willing, we will meet again, in a Vash vs. Knives-esque way. ;)

Soil! My strength!

Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 128
(6/11/02 12:25:35 pm)

Laguna Loire: 6-1: "Boundaries
Laguna Loire: 6-1
"Boundaries"


We made the SEMIFINALS! Ohmigod!

~~~

Laguna was deeply asleep, his mind alive with dreams.

A child-Ellone wagged her finger at him and said, “You got in twouble!” Raine smiled at him and raised her left hand, showing him the ring he had just placed there. Squall chided him for being a silly Galbadian soldier with a bad attitude, while Ward and Kiros shook their heads at his antics and followed him through thick and thin.

And a beautiful woman in a red dress eluded his every effort to find her.

Scarlett… Where are you, Scarlett?

The thought woke him up as no other could. His eyes snapped open and he looked up at the transparent cover of the machine that held him. With a whisper of mechanics the lid slid open and he sat up, one hand rubbing his eyes as he tried to assess the current situation. Obviously the next round of the tournament had begun. He glanced at the bracer on his left arm; it glowed its accustomed muted yellow, showing Laguna that his team had not been eliminated.

When is this going to end? I’m… tired.

“Hello, everyone! I’m so glad to see that you’ve all fully recovered!” a purple-haired woman chirped at the group of contestants. She keyed a small blue disc and Laguna watched the image of dragon-boy as he talked about energy and sorceresses. There was no real explanation of where they were or why they were here. The disc shut off and everybody began moving and talking, the contestants disappearing out of the room rather quickly.

Laguna rubbed his temples, pushing his long black hair off of his face. He swung his legs over the side of the pod and bent over to pick up his machinegun and supplies. He stayed with his face lowered for a moment, remembering his time with Scarlett. He smiled shyly as he fingered the mechanism of the machinegun, but the smile faded as he thought about his resolve not to push her.

She needs her freedom more than anything. I’ll have to be careful not to cross her boundaries.

Laguna knew what he wanted - he wanted Scarlett, but he also knew that you rarely got what you wanted in life. The thought made him sigh, but then the smile returned.

Regardless of what happens, I know I made her happy for at least a short while. That’s worth any amount of pain, knowing that I reached her, if only once.

The thought, although melancholy, made him feel better and the smile grew. He stood up with a bounce and slung the machinegun over his shoulder by its strap. The pouch of supplies went on his belt and the recalcitrant black hair was brushed back once more. Ready to face the next challenges Laguna looked up, searching for his teammates and Scarlett.

He saw the green dinosaur tussling with an orange squirrel, but Isaac was nowhere to be seen. For that matter, neither was Scarlett. Laguna frowned slightly and scanned the contestants once more, but to no avail.

I guess they headed out right away. He shrugged with resignation and headed for the nearest window to look out at the city. And gasped. It rivaled Esthar for beauty. Its coloring was subtler than Esthar’s, and its crystalline curves and monuments were staggering to look upon. Laguna’s flesh prickled with the sight. He raised one hand and placed it against the window, fingers spread as if he could touch the cityscape in front of him. He took in a deep breath and then smiled again.

So lovely…

Suddenly eager Laguna turned to find the door out of the room. A purple line lit up, leading him to the exit, and Laguna stepped out of the hospital building onto a crystal walkway shot through with random streaks of color.

I hope Scarlett is enjoying this beauty as much as I am.

He bent his head back to examine the towering buildings around him, no two alike, all challenging the mind and eyes with their exquisite shapes. The pale people flowed around him, their robes moving gently with the slight breeze. Laguna felt at home.

With a jaunty step he picked a random direction and went to see what he could see.

~~~



"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor."

Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 81
(6/11/02 1:39:38 pm)

Blue Skies, Smilin' at Me...


Disgusting, isn't it?

Hm?

What you've been reduced to.

What?

Or rather, what you've LET yourself be reduced to. Pathetic.

This is one of those "my mind lashing out at me" things, isn't it?

You always were a smartass.

Thanks.

Anytime, darling.

So you're taking on a vocomorphic extension in order to placate me for something I've done recently and set me back to the way I was?

You know, why I'm even bothering with this has come to mind...

It's about Laguna, isn't it?

I'm here to get you to think realistically.

Well, lay on the statistics. I'm a reasonable human being.

First off, you're here to win. Mind you, you weren't ALWAYS here to win--

Understatement of the year.

--but you are now. And he happens to be your adversary.

Good choice of words, by the way. Adversary.

Thanks.

Anytime.

Right. Now, I know he'll never attack you. He's that smitten. But his teammates will have to. You're going to have to put him out of the tournament, and preferrably BEFORE the next round, when he might change his mind about attacking you.

Wait a minute--

And he knows where to hurt you.

...

Got that one in good.

Shut up.

No. Reason two; now, let's take the tournament for the tournament's sake out of the picture. He happens to be from a completely different world where he has, you've guessed, several people he has feelings for similar to those he exhibits for you. At the tournament's end, whether you are victorious or not, he'll be there and you'll be back on that war-torn Hell of a planet you're trying to save from itself.

...There you're right.

Of course I am. I'm you. When aren't you right?

...You still need to convince me, though.

Oh, I will. I've saved the clinching reason for last.

Then USE it already.

How did he make you feel, carrying you, singing to you, taking control of you?

...

Aside from the pleasure, of course, which WAS there, you'll admit--he was making you feel like shit. Worthless, wasn't that the word you used. Submissive. Disgusting. At least when you'd had sex before, it felt like you were contributing. Yesterday, you were just THERE. An empty husk.

That's what it was before. That's what it's always been.

Exactly. If you're going to be a body, at least be a body with some goddamn control. He'd never let you do that. He's to...fatherly.

...

Make him feel that way, darling. Make him understand what it feels like to submit. You hated it, didn't you? Hated being underneath him, not just physically, but having to put your mind away for him! Having to bury the you you spent years being to feel whatever it was he wanted you to.

..!

If you won't do it for straight practicality, do it for the practicality of revenge. What was it you used to say?

!.!

Ah, now I remember. "Death's a rare treat...

...and Sex is a frequent chore."

Attagirl. You're playing to win?

Yes.

For the good of the team?

Sure, for the good of the team...but I wouldn't mind winning myself, as well.

Shall we, then?

Lets.

..........

Scarlett turned away from the ocean, the flamethrower "Cinderella 2" dangling in her right hand. The sea breeze rustled her loos bangs and thrust the flaps of her red dress like flags in the wind.Her eyes narrowed against the glare of the sea, mirroring the color.

She turned, and tapped the trigger with an immaculate crimson fingernail, and headed back toward the city.

She had her dignity on the line, this time.

No one makes me submit. Never again.


-------

Scarlett Welles, Level 4 Engineer
4 A-votes
6 R-votes
60 SP
...

Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?



Isn't the irony lovely?

Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)

...

AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 70
(6/11/02 1:43:59 pm)

Time for some philosophy.
I got inspired, and here it is, your moment of Zen.

---
And so the dynamic comic duo were walking along the street, looking for trouble.

"Well, were walking along the street, looking trouble. What more can you ask for?" asked the squirrel.

"I just fail to see the point in this whole tournament. Why us? Why here?"

"Well, I have been dwelling on the situation, using ideas I learned from my home universe or such. Basically in my world we go by cartoon law. But that is the scientific way to view it. There are some who also have a theory that we were created for one purpose. You ready? The entertainment of higher beings. That's right. We are created in the minds of the powerful, and then given the ability to act and judge. They watch us. The whooooole entire time! We're actors. Comedians, singers, dancers, performers! We are the fictional characters, we have a script in life known as a "Destiny", or "Fate". If something bad happens to you, it was scripted. If something good happens? That was scripted as well. Even this conversation right now, was probablly written by some being. (Author's Note: HI!) We have a little will of course, but our judgement is predifined and written. I was scripted to be an annoying squirrel with alcohol problems, and a dirty mouth. You were scripted to be a desperate loser of a villian!"

"HEY!"

"No offense. But have you noticed you never beat this Mario once? Ever? It is because that it is written that MARIO will beat you every... single... time."

"That's not possible! I will beat Mario!"

"You might. If they add it to the script." Conker stopped in the park turning towards Bowser. The two continued to walk again, admiring the beauty of the city.

"Now who is 'They' again?"

"Like I said, 'they' are a higher form of beings who direct, write, pull the strings, and animate us. They create us. It starts as an idea, then turns into a story. The story is then shared to the others. To fill the story they need characters. Which is where we come in. Then you have locations, props, and more. All I am is an actor. And these are my props." Conker pulls out a blueberry slurpee, and immediately drinks out of it.

"I still don't know how you do that." Bowser asked.

"Let's just say that I am a somewhat higher form of being. Maybe I'm an actor... Who can edit my own script. Maybe I'm just a being that does away with scripts altogther and improvises."

"What are you talking about squirrel, you're hurting my head."

"I'll put it bluntly. I'm an advanced being who is capable of creating objects from sheer willpower alone. Unforunately it is both a blessing and a curse, as I cannot pull anything out I want. There are certain laws our society has inacted which severely limits what you can and cannot use. I'm sure I've explained the Cartoon Law to you before? As I said, this is both a blessing, as I am able to pull the right item at the right time, but also a curse, which adds obstacles to my life constantly. I'm sure the reason I'm given these obstacles is to humor the beings watching."

"I still think you are just nuts." growled the Koopa.

"Alright, fine, don't believe me. Next thing the people will do more than watch, and start to actively control us like puppets."

"HA! Like that'll happen! What would the point of a person controlling another character to achieve a goal?"

"Entertainment value." said Conker. Bowser rolled his eyes.

"Then what is our purpose? We're no 'dramatic' actors." The Koopa King used an emphasis on Dramatic, making it sound snobbish.

"We would be... Oh what's the word... Comic Relief."

"Comic Relief? Sounds foreign." Bowser shrugged then walked alongside Conker.

Amethyst appeared from behind the tree. "Sounds like an interesting theory to me. Does that squirrel possess a powerful form of magic I am unaware of?"

===Lvl. 2 FALLEN Adept. 3 Attack Votes, 2 Reversal Votes, 30 Special Points===


"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!"

Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 945
(6/11/02 2:03:12 pm)

Pointless filler
Billy walked along the pathways of the city. All around him, people were fighting, trying to kill each other, or at least eliminate them.

It made him sick.

He left Ryogo alone after he knocked Kuja over the edge. Billy had noticed that Kuja went away after the fall, and Ryogo was in a deep conversation with himself. Apparantly, he had forgotten that Billy was there, and he had a small voice in his head.

Billy shook his head. He's not the only one who talks to invisible people.

But then again, at least my voice is real.

Billy couldn't understand why he would want to fight anyone. It didn't make sense anymore. Kuja was the only real danger, but not a threat, because Billy couldn't be seriously hurt...

I might as well enjoy my time here.

He walked into a large building labeled 'Library'. Moments later, he ran out, dodging bullets. "Sorry!" he cried as he ran. He jogged a while, trying to put some distance between him and the duelists.

"Like I said, 'they' are a higher form of beings who direct, write, pull the strings, and animate us. They create us. It starts as an idea, then turns into a story. The story is then shared to the others. To fill the story they need characters. Which is where we come in. Then you have locations, props, and more. All I am is an actor. And these are my props."

"I still don't know how you do that."

Billy looked ahead. A squirrel and a giant turtle were walking along, talking. The squirrel had some sort of blue drink. They passed Billy, not even noticing him. Billy shook his head, amused at their conversation.

"Let's just say that I am a somewhat higher form of being. Maybe I'm an actor... Who can edit my own script. Maybe I'm just a being that does away with scripts altogther and improvises."

"What are you talking about squirrel, you're hurting my head."

Billy walked away. The Yakumi gave him a little wave once in a while, and some smiled. Billy leaned back against a cream-colored wall, relaxing. He could hear Her song in the gentle breeze.

It's so relaxing here.

--

Sponsoring Billy Lee Black

Did you notice that the two great angels only have one wing each...?

According to a legend handed down in Nisan...
God could have created humans perfectly...
But then, humans would not have helped each other...
So that is what these great single-winged angels symbolizes...
In order to fly, they are dependent on one another.
~Margie, Xenogears

Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 75
(6/11/02 2:05:01 pm)
Note to self: Never piss off a lunatic
"Ow!" Ryogo cried out as the impact knocked him to the ground.

"Nice," Pham remarked, "Very graceful."

"Shut up," he told her, "Leave me alone for once." Dusting himself off Ryogo rose to his feet, checking his machine gun to make sure it was okay.

"Forget the damn gun!" Pham snapped, "You're supposed to be finding the guy who's wrecking this place and stopping him!"

Ryogo opened his mouth to retort, but before any words could come forth another voice interrupted him. "William, I was expecting to see you here. I destroy a few buildings, and good old Billy comes in, riding his white horse to save the day." It wasn't a voice that Ryogo could remember having heard before, but the name of the addressee was definitely familiar.

"Billy?" he said, "What's he doing here?"

"Well gee, let me think," Pham sarcastically replied, "He's part of the tournament, everyone in the tournament is in this city, and if you can't piece this together on your own you're the most monumentally stupid person in the universe."

"Thanks, Pham," the wanzer pilot replied with a grin, looking for all the world like she'd just complemented him, "I don't know what I'd do without you." Pushing onwards through the smoke Ryogo came across his friend Billy and another man. This man had hair even redder than Pham's and even Ryogo could sense the strong waves of magic emanating from him. Moving cautiously and without taking his eyes off of the stranger Ryogo reached for his gun.

The strange man laughed suddenly. Ryogo hadn't been listening to their conversation, but he was pretty sure Billy hadn't just told a really good joke. The man kept his eyes locked on Billy as he spoke again. "Well, tell her that I don't accept forgiveness. And you remember that, too." With that said he raised his hand, streams of unnatural light already racing towards his outstretched palm. As he spoke again his voice turned deeper and darker, evidence of the immense power he was about to unleash. Dark Hol - "

Ryogo didn't give him the chance to finish. Moving quickly he tore the machine gun's strap from around his shoulders and quickly spun the weapon in his hand, activating one of his newly restored battle skills. A sudden wellspring of red light leapt up from around his feet as the powerful ROFUP II was unleashed. With a quick pull of the trigger Ryogo's machine gun fired, its bullets firing at one hundred and fifty percent their normal rate. Each one hit true, striking down the menacing magician where he stood.

As the man fell to the ground Ryogo ran over to Billy's side. "Thanks, Ryogo," the young man said, truly grateful for the intervention.

"Hey, no problem," the wanzer pilot replied with a smug grin, "That's what I'm here for." The two then cautiously peaked over the edge of the roof. The stranger had landed hard and so far showed no signs of getting back up again. "Who is that guy?" Ryogo asked.

"His name's Kuja," Billy answered, "And for a while, at least, he was my teammate. Quite frankly it's a very long story, and I really don't want to go over it right now."

"Hey, that's okay," Ryogo replied, "We all have stuff we don't want to talk about." As he said that last part he looked over towards Pham, who had joined the two young men at the roof's edge. Catching his gaze she turned and looked back at him, her best "who, me?" expression on her face. Turning his attention back to Kuja Ryogo made a casual remark, "Looks like he won't be bothering anybody for a while."

As if on cue Kuja's eyes shot open, pure rage smoldering in them. Leaping back to his feet Kuja quickly took to the air, actually hovering several feet off the ground. Ryogo opened his mouth to swear in dismay, but once again Kuja preempted him. "Flarestar!"

Then all hell broke loose.

Edit: Bloody hell. I finish this off and post it at the same time Bugen posts something completely contradictory. Hmm. Okay, let's just say that Kuja didn't realize he'd run out of MP, nothing happened, and Billy just wandered off a la the above post. "Whew. :p

Edited by: Switchblade at: 6/11/02 2:14:20 pm
Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 82
(6/11/02 2:08:41 pm)

Book 3: The Return of the Bitch
Scarlett looked at the contructs as she passed them in the streets, the cranks in her mind already turning. I need to cause damage this round, healing won't be enough, healing won't be enough...

She let the Cinderalla 2 dangle and fondled her necklace idly, wondering how she could manage. Manage ANYTHING.

Stopping short, she let her mind drift back to round three, and the shots she had managed to deal to the boy in orange and the fire-being. She realized that it was almost the only damage she'd dealt.

And how good it felt to have dealt it.

Hey, dragonboy. You promised.

With a smirk, she tugged on her pendant.

And then, the gears REALLY started turning.


----

Scarlett has activated Mecha-armor, for 26 SP.

EDIT: And she looks completely normal. Forgot to specify.

Scarlett Welles, Level 4 Engineer
4 A-votes
6 Special MA A-votes
6 R-votes
34 SP
Loaded.

Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?



Isn't the irony lovely?

Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)

...

Edited by: Mithrigil at: 6/11/02 2:24:27 pm
TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 45
(6/11/02 2:28:11 pm)

Where Darkness Falls
Sitting cross-legged by the courtyard of one of the construct complexes, Ramirez reflected. He was seated on the metallic ring around a lush green tree, its palm branches swaying like the white-silver locks of hair that were kept in the cold, artificial breeze. Ramirez's eyelids wavered, tempted to sleep again as he held both his sheathed blades to his bandaged chest and leaned against the tree trunk; the place smelled like medicine. It tired him. After a long day of struggling around draconic beasts, he supposed it was nice to have a day of rest. Some time alone, by himself.

Time to think.

As blue-skinned "constructs" passed him in the streets, offering blank stares to him, Ramirez decided that they had been created solely in an attempt to disturb him. Placed in this city as ghosts will be placed in a castle, to haunt and wander meaninglessly. Ramirez, though, had to smile blankly back to them, for they were such that only his expressions could deter them from coming closer. And, in wanting to think, them coming closer would inhibit him.

Laguna's face flashed over him. He had seen his and Scarlett's visages when they stepped out of the tanks, saw that tender way with which their hands brushed on the way out. Ramirez had been thankful to have his swords back, for now they were the only objects he felt free to embrace now. There was no other with whom he could take in to a such a hold, no other to display the tenderness that had ached within him for so long. No one to release the side of himself he wanted most to explore to. Only these blades.

Gilgamesh told me to love. I have. I find nothing has been gained from it.

He brushed a hand over the bandage that had taken the place of a shirt, that was caked with blood. The wound had healed a little, but he doubted it ever would heal. The Zantetzuken had been the one to cleave him there, the Masamune the blade that opened his back, and the straight edges of the Excalibur and Ultima Weapon those that had stricken his sternum. Yet all but that diagonal scar over his chest, just barely missing his heart, had fully healed to just that- scars. But this wound, from the blade that had targeted his heart, would never truly heal.

Just as the scar that was within would never heal, as well.

Ramirez closed his eyes, tugging the swords closer. He would move later, and find his teammates, and fight to survive. For now, he just wanted to hold the one things that were permanent in his life.

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Votes later.

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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.

Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 59
(6/11/02 2:46:26 pm)

6-2
The mage stumbled out of the infirmary, the hilt of the Lazuli Blade clutched firmly in his right hand.

He was strengthened with his resolve... to protect those that he had befriended, and those that had befriended him.

And from that moment forth, he had been changed forever... and for the better.

---

Clouds danced over the cerulean skies as the sun shone its luminescence over the crystalline city. Coloured walkways arched and bent throughout the horizon, all leading to different places and structures. Willow trees stood, scattered all over the grand city, their weeping branches swaying gently as the afternoon breeze rustled them.

Vivi walked along an emerald tinted walkway, leading to the central plaza of the crystal metropolis. In the distance, the ocean rippled against the shore, crashing into it with the water's might.

Such a beautiful world... it's almost surreal... as if it was free of all conflict and hatred.

A sudden image flashed in his mind to contradict that. Two warriors fighting in a domed structure... constructs fleeing... crystalline fragments spraying all over.

Another scene of two gunmen rang in his mind, stray bullets striking crystal, or even worse, innocent constructs that had been passing by.

Vivi clutched his head in pain, trying to drive the images away. Were Ivan's powers rubbing off on him...? He focused more and more upon them, driving them out...

And then the mage looked up. A faint scream could be heard now and then as gunfire rang out, breaking the sierenity of the city. The crystalline metropolis did not appear as magnificent now... instead it glew with a tinny, pale gleam.

The willow trees wept with sadness, watching silently as the bloodshed continued... for it had been brought here as well.


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: 6/11/02 2:48:20 pm
Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 129
(6/11/02 2:51:28 pm)

Laguna Loire: 6-2: "Loss"
Laguna Loire: 6-2
"Loss"


Laguna rambled through the city somewhat aimlessly. There didn’t appear to be any special objective for this round and the environment itself seemed calm and even friendly. He took this as an opportunity to do some thinking.

He stopped at a scenic overlook, leaning against the railing as he looked off into the distance. There was a park-like area below him filled with unusually colored vegetation. He gazed down at it with clouded blue eyes, not really seeing the residents who were strolling around peacefully.

I wonder how Kiros is doing without Ward and me. He’s either bored out of his skull or blessing the peace and quiet. Laguna laughed, but the thought made him realize how much he missed his world, missed his friends.

I want to go home. It struck him hard and he bent down over the railing, dangling his hands above the heads of the people below. There’s still so much to do there, not just the day-to-day running of a country, but the plans to stop the Lunar Cry from ever occurring again, the treaty with Galbadia… So much left to do. A sense of guilt struck him. It didn’t matter that he had been brought to this tournament without any choice, he was still being derelict in his duties and duty was very important to Laguna.

That’s why it hurt so much that he hadn’t been there when Raine died bearing their son. It was the ultimate failure and Laguna carried the pain of that failure within his heart at all times.

Raine…

Scarlett…

For the first time Laguna thought about the fact that he and Scarlett were from different worlds. His heart sank and his dangling hands fisted themselves.

When this competition is over, then… then I won’t see her ever again.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. Laguna felt the threat of tears and knuckled his eyes fiercely, refusing to let the emotion out, holding in the sadness the way he had so many times before.

***

”C’mon, guys, I want to see Raine!” Laguna exclaimed excitedly, teetering back and forth on his heels. “She’s not gonna believe what happened in Esthar, not a bit!”

Kiros had just entered the room. He and Ward exchanged glances, their faces serious. At first Laguna didn’t notice, too excited about the prospect of seeing his wife again after so long.

“Yep, she’ll be so surprised! Me, President of Esthar! I’m gonna give her everything she ever wanted, her and Ellone, too. My girls are gonna have only the best, you’ll see!” Laguna flashed his big grin at Ward and Kiros but it slowly faded as he saw the lack of answering smiles.

Ward was silent as usual, and Kiros was biting his lip with uncharacteristic nervousness. A silence fell over the room.

“Uh, guys, what is it?” His friends remained silent and Laguna’s mouth became a thin worried line.

“What’s wrong? Is… is it Raine? Is Ellone all right?”

Kiros sighed as Ward moved to place a large hand on Laguna’s shoulder. Laguna froze as his friend touched him, his blue eyes never leaving Kiros’ face.

“What is it?” he whispered.

Kiros turned away, unable to bear looking at the fear Laguna made so evident. Facing the wall he spoke in a subdued voice.

“Raine’s dead, Laguna. And no one knows where Ellone is.”

Ward grabbed onto Laguna and guided to him a couch as the ex-freedom fighter felt his legs give way.

“No, no, no…” was all he said, the words a broken litany as he buried his face in his hands.


It was the only time Ward and Kiros saw him cry about his loss.

***

Laguna grabbed the railing and pushed away from it violently, his machinegun slapping against his back as he whirled around and began walking away from the peaceful park, trying to run away from the memories.

I don’t know that I can do it again, his mind said conversationally, as if the weather was being discussed. I don’t know that I can face losing someone I love again. I think I’d rather go mad.

Maybe you will go mad. The thought was strangely attractive and Laguna clung to it for a moment as he continued to run through the city streets, oblivious, but then his sense of duty reasserted itself.

No. Giving up is never an option, never. I have to keep going, keep trying, and keep helping. There is no other choice for me, no matter how much it hurts.

“Duty will never fill the hole in my heart,” he said aloud to himself, “but it will give me a purpose.” Somehow the trade-off didn’t seem very fair to Laguna.

His running slowed to a jog, and then to a quick walk. Finally he stopped completely and looked up, wondering where he was.

Scarlett was just a few feet away from him, staring at him.

Laguna was breathing heavily from his run, but it stopped in his chest when he saw her. Everything stopped when he saw her.

“Scarlett,” he whispered, one hand extending to her involuntarily. He approached her with fear in his heart, each step seeming to take an hour as he came near. Scarlett had yet to move, her blue eyes steady on his face. Laguna continued his approach, his heart faltering as he saw the expressionless look on her face. Finally he was standing before her, looking down at her.

“Scarlett,” he whispered, denying himself the touch of her skin, the feel of her body against his. “Scarlett, I’m… I’m really glad to see you. I wanted to see you, to talk to you…” Scarlett continued to give no response and Laguna finally stopped speaking. She didn’t break eye contact, but she made no effort to communicate with him either. Her blue eyes were cold and merciless, the way they had looked in the earliest rounds of the tournament. They were the eyes of someone looking at an enemy.

The realization nearly felled Laguna where he stood.

He shut his eyes, fighting the twin pains of rejection and loneliness. Finally he opened them again and met her sterile gaze. He raised one hand to touch her cheek gently, fleetingly, and he smiled at her as best he could.

“I understand,” he told her, and turned away, leaving her there alone.

~~~
EDIT1: Added Para-Magic

Laguna Loire - Adept - Level 3

Para-Magic (25SP) to give Laguna four more A-Votes and 2 more R-Votes.



"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor."

Edited by: Shizuyoko at: 6/11/02 2:57:08 pm
Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 108
(6/11/02 3:01:29 pm)

Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Six - Home Again, Home Ag
*Garai, as usual, is the last to awaken. Groaning, he steps out, and looks around. He sees his weapons and armor laying beside the pod, as well as a small disc in the center of the room. Quickly strapping his weapons and armor on (and being glad to once again know the proper uses of weapons and armor, as well as having his knowledge restored), Garai strides over to the center of the room and plays the host's message again. He then walks out of the room...and only then does he notice the red script on his bracer.*

Garai: ...I'm Fallen?! Again?! After all of that...I've Fallen again. Someone is going to pay for this...

*Garai leaves the building...but he can't maintain his bad mood, not in a place of beauty such as this. He can't help marvelling at the majestic construction of the city, at the way the entire city seems to have been flawlessly planned, at everything here, in general. Garai has even started to smile...but then he hears a battle going on in the distance. People seem to be heading away from the area where the noise is coming from...*

Garai: ...it must be the Contestants!!! Their fighting will destroy this place!!!

*Garai runs towards the place where the sounds of battle seem to be loudest, unsheathing his swords and preparing to smash some people...*

~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999

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Other teams may have snazzy quotes...but actions speak louder than words.
*Falls down.*

daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 41
(6/11/02 4:15:57 pm)
Ryo vs Kaze (Part II)
(Recommended listening for this post: Vagrant Story – disk 2, track 16)

The Scar and The Swallow: Angel Arm

The gentle spiral of the library staircase seemed immessurably longer on the way down. In the ascent he had counted it in steps but now, feeling the cold eyes of Kaze upon him, Ryo counted it in heartbeats. It took all of his self-restraint to stop from running at a flat sprint. He knew that regardless of how fast he could run it would take only the slightest of arm movements for his opponent to track his weapon. The key was to keep his movements unpredictable, constantly breaking pace and weaving back and forth. As he reached the end of the first spiral another piece of the wall exploded inches from his head, sending glittering rainbow shards of crystal flying past him. So close was it that he had to shield his face from the shrapnel with his arm.

Ryo chanced a brief glance at Kaze. The dark shadow had not moved from his ideal sniping position at the centre of the ground level. Nor should he, the teenager smiled wryly, he knows that even leaving himself in the open I pose no threat to him at this distance. He’s clearly an experienced fighter. An amateur would have emptied an entire clip at me before I’d run ten paces, but this man … his patience in itself is almost unnerving. The barrel of Kaze’s weapon followed the teenager relentlessly, but was silent for the moment. Then suddenly his arm angled up sharply and two reports cracked from the handgun. Ryo looked up just in time to see part of a crystal pedestal fall from the level above him. Fortunately the stairs had ended by this point and the remaining part of the spiral had a smooth floor, so he ducked down and kicked into a slide along it. The crystal pillar crashed down a fraction behind him, in the exact place his head would have been had he not dodged. As he scrambled back to his feet another bullet snapped past, this time just in front of his face. He picked up the pace again and quickly found himself at the end of the downward spiral.

Ryo had reached the ground floor and now stood level against Kaze. However, his adversary had still not moved from his chosen position at the centre. This left him still some fifty long strides away. It may as well have been 100 miles. The two stood completely still, it reminded Ryo of the finale of an old Western movie. Except that only one of them had a gun, which even at that point was trained unwaveringly on the teenager’s heart. But Ryo was not looking at the gun, he focused solely on Kaze’s eyes. Those cold and lifeless eyes that cut straight through him. He had only seen eyes such as those once before. Lan Di had those eyes, Ryo recalled as he thought of the face that had haunted his dreams for months. If there were a soul behind them it must surely have been trapped deep within a cage of ice. Just like this man. ‘Black Wind’. The name of a man from another world, but a name spoken in the tongue of my people, Kuroki Kaze. Perhaps if I can understand this man Kaze, then I will be able to understand the man who shares those eyes. Ryo broke out of his solid Hazuki stance and fell into a far looser and more relaxed one. And it is those eyes that will allow me to reach you, using the Swallow techniques that Master Chen and his son taught me.

Maintaining the Swallow stance Ryo began to walk forward. His steps were slow and deliberate, placing his toes first gently as if walking on ice. He had not advanced more than ten paces when the first shot rang out, one of the standard rounds this time. But even as Kaze’s finger had tightened on the trigger, Ryo had begun moving sideways. The man in black was more curious than surprised as to how the teenager had predicted the shot. Or perhaps it had been simple luck. But sure enough the bullet had missed and Ryo started to approach once more, even his light footsteps causing gentle tones to sing out from the crystal below. Kaze fired again, surely his opponent’s luck would not last. But once again the shot missed as Ryo swept diagonally downwards into a low stance. The gunman was starting to see that there must be some method to the young one’s apparent madness.

Ryo stood once more and continued his painfully slow yet relentless march. It is just as Master Chen said, Ryo thought with satisfaction, his eyes betray his movements even before the muscles in his arms. Experienced as he may be his eyes still flick from mine onto his target for an instant. Kaze’s eyes flicked down to Ryo’s chest for a moment followed by the now familiar report of the barrel. But the young Hazuki was already moving sideways, and this time he kept moving and leapt behind a long crystal case that held dozens of the library’s ‘books’. Kaze saw that he had been caught off guard by the teenager’s strange tactics and had not realised that he had already reached cover. As Ryo broke into a sprint the Black Wind fired two more explosive rounds, each pounding into the clear crystal wall that protected his adversary. The surface exploded and the entire case began to collapse, but it was too late. Ryo had covered the full distance and was now mere heartbeats away. The twin-barrelled gun rose to the teenager’s face, but as the cloaked man’s finger squeezed the trigger Ryo’s open hand swept around from the side and knocked the arm away. The shot rang out as loud as thunder so close to Ryo’s ear, but the bullet itself missed by a long way.

Kaze’s eyes widened, though the rest of his face remained blank. Quickly he back-pedaled away to open up the distance once more. It was no use, the teenager followed his movements relentlessly. The Black Wind had lost his advantage.

- - - - - -

OOC: Back to you, Soujiro :)


Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?"

Edited by: daigohji at: 6/11/02 4:27:38 pm
Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 153
(6/11/02 5:05:00 pm)

Act 6, Scene 5 - "Forward"
This is it.

This next moment will decide what happens between you both.

Why do we use the Djinni? They exist within us.. give us power. And in return, what do we give them?

Maybe we give them power, in a way.

But no matter. However it works... it works.


Ivan looked over at Isaac. "This is the end, you know. Whatever happens in the next minute decides our fight."

"Agreed." Isaac looked back at him, a hardness in his eyes now that hadn't been present before. His brow narrowed as he pulled in his will, and Ivan began to do the same.

Powers of wind... grant me your powers.

"Earth! Lend me your power!" Isaac called out.

Gust.. give me the strength..

"Flint! Be my speed!"

Breeze.. protect me..

"Granite! Be my armour!"

Kite.. speed me on..

"Bane! Be my bite!"

Squall.. still my foes..

"Quartz! Be my life!"

The Djinni floated or stood in a line infront of the two Adepts, and a deathly hust fell across the area, as if they knew something big was coming.

-----

Billy looked up from his reverie. Something was coming.. a cry from the heavens. Slowly, he began to back away...

-----

Amethyst looked up at the two boys. Their power... so strong. Too strong. Too dangerous.

-----

Vivi's head hurt. The glow grew worse... and somehow, he knew something was wrong. Very wrong.

-----

Garai stumbled to a halt.

He was too late.

-----

Ivan looked at Isaac, and Isaac looked him back. Opening their mouths, they spoke three words in unison.

" This ends now."

"THOR!"

"JUDGEMENT!"

-----

In the sky, a stream of Psynergy power traced a multi-colour circle, which was sooned filled in to a pentagram. The clouds rolled together, then parted instantly. One bolt of lightning crashed down, and two figures appeared.

The first was dressed in plate armour, with beautiful eagle wings sprouting from his back, which beat slowly to the rhythm of a soundless, unseen drum. In one hand, it held a long, gleaming sword, and its other hand sported a huge lion's head, which let out a roar of its own free will.

The other was a nordic figure, a long, ornate staff in his hand, and a horned helmet adorning his head. A long grey beard hung down over his chest, down to his blue loincloth, which rippled calmly among the tornado that formed around him.

The two figures looked at each other, and silently nodded.

Then all hell broke loose.

From the lion's mouth shot forth a bolt of white energy, which blasted into the ground where Ivan and Isaac stood.

The end of Thor's staff sparked, and a beam of lightning wider and brighter than any so far shot out, striking the same spot.

And in the middle of the explosion, both bolts hit a raised sword, and a raised staff.

Ivan looked at Isaac and grinned.

"I didn't think you could let the city be destroyed, either."

Ivan grinned back.

"I knew you couldn't change that much, Ivan."

Both adepts were sweating, as the two bolts of heat and destruction pushed down on them. Ivan opened his mouth to say something, but Isaac stopped him.

"You don't have to say it... ..friend."

And the two joined hands.

A surge of joined Psynergy flowed into them, from the ground and the air, blasting the bolts of destruction away, back up into the heavens. The two mystical warriors faded away, and the sky slowly rolled back to normal...

And in the fading epicentre, two friends stood, hands held firmly. Ivan dropped his smoking staff, and grabbed Isaac in a bearhug, which the Venus Adept returned in kind. As the tears rolled down Ivan's face, he whispered something in Isaac's ear. Isaac nodded, and the two of them moved apart.

Picking up his staff, Ivan grinned, and moved to stand next to Isaac.

"Just like old times, eh?"

"Yep."

"Where do we go from here?"

"The only place we can go, Ivan. Forward.."


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 83
(6/11/02 5:10:44 pm)

I've got a hunger, burning inside me, cannot be denied

[OOC--points to anyone who knows what song that line is from, and what musical.]

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As Laguna turned his back on her, Scarlett's mouth curled up into a smirk, though her eyes retained the calculated mercilessness as before. If she could have, she would have mouthed his name.

But silence's asset is intimidation.

She reached out and touched a hand to his shoulder, her stilettos planted firmly to the ground and her dress fluttering slightly in the wind. The touch quickly became a forceful clutch, and she all but yanked him back to face her.

"Scarlett, wha--"

She cut off his words by transferring her grip from his shoulder to his collar and tugging him in for a violent kiss. He lost his footing, fumbled to regain it, and after that shock tried to join the kiss, murmuring with his lips still pressed to hers. "Scarlett" "I'm" "Sorry, I" "Had no i--"

He suddenly choked, and lurched forward, his arms limping and his eyes widening in pain. He tried to let them focus on hers, but twin columns of fire soon blocked his rapidly misting over eyes.

Strong arms held him in places as Stepsisters Aggie and Ex activated, spraying the helpless gunman with gales of liquid flame. He shuddered, some of his hair cindering and his clothes melting to him on impact, the fires eating him away slowly.

For a moment, she couls see his pitiful gaze lock eyes with hers, and she quickly deactivated the Stepsisters, letting Laguna slump to a heap on the floor, leaving some ashes to drift to the ground after him. His eyelids were fluttering as he struggled with consciousness.

Scarlett stared forward, and retracted the Stepsister mechanisms back into her breasts with a mechanical roll of her shoulders. She calmly stepped over Laguna's body and continued into the city. The only indication of humanity she showed at all was the wiping of a touch of spittle from her lower lip in disgust.


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One A-vote to Laguna
Two MA A-votes to Laguna


Scarlett Welles, Level 4 Engineer
3 A-votes
6 R-votes
4 MA A-votes
34 SP
The female of the species is more deadly than the male

Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?



Isn't the irony lovely?

Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)

...

Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 77
(6/11/02 5:44:03 pm)

Bang!
The smell of burning flesh was unmistakable, cutting through the sweet air of the city like a charnel house. No matter who that was, whether friend or enemy, it was a terrible thing to do to someone and Gilder started running in case that person wasn't already dead and needed his help. All thoughts of his recent fight or what it had made him realised vanished from his mind as his boots pounded the floor, turned civilian heads, and squealed as he rounded a corner.

A long distance away in front of him in the street was the smouldering figure of a man, the glow of a contestant's bracelet still visible despite the rancid cloud of smoke that the figure emitted. He had to be alive somehow, or the glow would have faded, but how he was surviving Gilder couldn't imagine.

Who knows how longer he'll survive with those injuries? By the time I reach him he may already be dead!

Thanking the moons that Sacri crystals were so small, he swiftly drew one of his revolvers and cracked the gun open, throwing it backwards as the silver bullets rattled onto the street, then slammed three of the tiny healing crystals into the chambers as fast as he could load them. Slamming the chamber shut again with a flip of his wrist, Gilder dropped to the ground and fired.

The three healing crystals whined through the air on slightly erratic lines, not at all intended for this purpose, but Gilder's aim was good enough to compensate. All three hit the man's smouldering body, the delicate crystal shells breaking open on his jacket and the healing energy spilling out onto him. The man suddenly cried out in pain, although whether physical or emotional he couldn't say - now that the cloud of smoke was rising and the worst injuries were healed he could recognise him.

"Laguna!"

Gilder regained his feet and started running towards, but before he could another man - a vast man carrying a harpoon - saw the figure of Laguna and started to run towards him, then knelt over his body and helped the man to slowly sit upwards. Gilder had clashed with the larger man in the third round, so it probably wasn't a good idea to interfere, but at least he'd been able to help out.

But who did this to you, Laguna? What happened to you since the last time we met?


~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~

Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 145
(6/11/02 5:58:58 pm)

Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Six - Home Again, Home Ag
Act Six, Scene Two: A Reunion of Necessity

"No, no, no! The vestrillic decoupler has to be exactly parallel with the tachyon absorber, or the device will cause massive rips in the space-time continuum!" Dr. Dereli pushed aside the offending student and rearranged the components in the student's project: a personal teleportation device. His frustration showed on his distinguished face, making him look older than he was. "Honestly, I would expect this mistake from some ten-year-old back in Beginner's Quantum Physics, not a third-year university student studying Applied Singularity Mechanics! How do you ever expect to make anything out of yourself?"

He stalked back to the front of the classroom lab, grumbling as he went. Why did I ever take this position? Sure, I failed at the Divinity Project, but they didn't fire me for it! I could have moved on to one of a hundred different projects, in a dozen different scientific disciplines! I could be helping them perfect personal space travel, or seed barren planets with life that could thrive there, or anything I wanted! And yet I'm here teaching university science, and why?

Because it was more than just a failure.


Dereli blinked as the thought passed through his mind. More than a failure...? Suppose that's true. They were all sentient, living beings, not just constructs, and they were all doomed to die. And when the last one left after learning the results of the previous attempts... he was fighting for his life. I had doomed him to die, and he was going to fight against it, despite the lack of hope... He frowned as he sat down at his desk. I don't ever want to do something that heinous ever again. And if by teaching these children, I can prevent future mistakes of a similar nature... so be it.

"Mistakes aren't a crime, Doctor, but refusing to correct them is." Deleri turned towards the door and saw a blue construct standing there, blue wings draped around his shoulders. He was leaning against the doorway, and despite his eerlasting smile, he appeared to be in a great deal of pain.

"You... you've returned..." The old scientist's face had turned white. He had never expected to see his last project again...

The winged construct stepped into the classroom. "Hello... Dr. Delari..." was all he managed to get out before he fell to the floor, unconscious.


~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you

Edited by: Alexander Krizak at: 6/11/02 6:06:02 pm
Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 63
(6/11/02 6:08:31 pm)
Toasty partner, tasty R-vote.
"Bad day bad day bad day...."

Ward turned just in time to see Laguna, his long time war buddy, burst itno the flames thanks to two powerful streams of liquid heat blasting forth from the womanly bust of the rather illustrious female contestant in from of him. She strolled off just as Ward ran forward, backhanding Scarlett aside as if she were mere tinfoil between him and his fallen comrade. He knelt by Laguna, and recognizing he was alive, and alright, he began to chuckle at hsi predicament.

"You see, this is what happens when you fall for every mysterious women in red, you dumbass."

Laguna smiled, responding to Ward's medical aid with a smile.

"Your making fun of me in there, arn't you?" He asked, tapping at Ward's forehead. Ward nodded, but then his smile disapearred as spotted a distant Scarlett and took stride after her, flinging Laguna to the ground.

Scarlett turned to respond to Wards charge, but not in timeto attack as Ward caught Scarlett about the firery breasts just before they ingulfed him in deadly blast of breast flame.

Flames muffled by Wards massive hands, niether breast could manage to fire its stream of flame, and Scarlett could only stand in terror as Ward heaved her upwards, high enough that the plummet downwards left her stunned enough for both Ward and Laguna to escape.
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R-vote to Laguna
Defend Laguna from Scarlett

Chibi-Ward says "....."

---
"Thats a big question. I'm just a simple person."

Edited by: Simplistic Hero at: 6/11/02 6:25:24 pm
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