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Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 67
(6/9/02 10:38:30 pm)
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Remember kids: Seatbelts are for wussies
Moving with almost reckless speed the jeep sped through the ruined city, traversing shattered roads as if they were perfectly intact. As they drove along the soldiers explained to Ryogo the history of this shattered city once called Zanerth, of the destruction brought by the dragons and the small cadre of survivors who lived just beyond the city limits. They told him how Spartan their living conditions had become, but that once back they would be able to take care of him. First, however, they needed to see if they could find any of the others.
They had been searching for nearly ten minutes, however, and had failed to find anyone. The driver was starting to panic, saying that it was hopeless and they should just go back home already. The other man simply called him a rookie and told him to keep searching. Ryogo didn't speak to either of them, but they were probably relieved. Shortly after they'd told their story Ryogo had started talking to Pham again. Ever since then they'd tried their best to ignore him, obviously thinking him a raging lunatic. Pham, of course, found this absolutely hilarious. Five minutes later she was still laughing.
"Wait!" the man riding shotgun suddenly yelled. Flying high above them was a dragon. Not a small, weak, slow one like Ryogo had met earlier, but a massive full-grown one, its icy blue scales shimmering in the sunlight.
"Wow," Pham said, "Look at that. It's beautiful."
Ryogo turned to face his companion, ready to question her aesthetic senses, but he quickly remembered that only he could see her and he didn't want the others to think he was any crazier than they already did.
"Good call," Pham smiled, "They'd probably figure you were better off dragon chow and toss you out of the jeep." Ryogo frowned at the girl but remained silent.
"Shit!" the driver cried out, bringing Ryogo back to the present situation. The wanzer pilot looked up to see the blue dragon diving at the jeep. The man in the passenger's seat pulled out a shotgun and fired both barrels at the dragon. The shots hit, but caused no damage. The dragon continued its dive.
The driver started to panic and began swerving. With a horrifying lurch one of the wheels struck a large piece of rubble and the jeep flew into the air and began to flip over. With his seatbelt off Ryogo flew out of the vehicle and landed roughly on the ground. Although he considered it a disaster as it happened a few seconds later he was extremely relieved. The jeep's short flight abruptly ended as it smashed into an abandoned building, exploding violently upon impact.
"Damn," Ryogo whispered, shocked by what had just happened.
"I've got to hand it to you," Pham said, walking over to where Ryogo lay sprawled on the ground, "You're one lucky bastard. I guess it's true what they say about God favoring the stupid."
Ryogo decided not to deign her with an answer as he stood up and started walking away from the flaming wreck of the jeep. The dragon had flown off, obviously disappointed that it had lost its prey. Ryogo had only taken a couple of steps when two new figures appeared, running towards the wreck. One was a brunette girl in a pink dress and the other was a platinum-haired boy with a machine gun.
Dareon, that gun sounds exactly like one from Perfect Dark.
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 78
(6/9/02 10:41:07 pm)
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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...and I'm Jewish
She couldn't stop laughing, so many things making her feel new and excited. Quite literally caught up in his arms, being carried...and god, his breath on her neck...it was a tenderness she almost wouldn't mind getting used to.
The door to the mattress store was long gone, and she was still laughing as he carried her though it, her chest throbbing with the laughter and his eager, romantic, honey-sweet grin.
"So," she managed to joke through her laughter, "are we going to pick one or try them all?"
It was his turn to laugh, but it didn't last long. "Your wish is my command!" he shouted, spinning around once, quicker than he had when he danced, smiling incredibly.
Scarlett gripped him tighter and gave a little yelp as he turned her, and almost giggled at the locks of his hair tickling her neck. God...this is what my first time should have been like... The innuendo made it back into her voice as he slowed down and held her closer, kissing the hollow between her collarbone and neck.
She moaned, and it was a bit closer to a sigh. "We've got time....but one is good for now..."
His lips curled from a smile into a kiss, then back to a smile again. "I'll take care of you...Hyne, Scarlett, let me..."
Her breathing slowed, and she kissed him in response. I could let you...
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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)
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 50
(6/9/02 11:12:04 pm)
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5-1
Struggling to stand, and using the makeshift staff for support, the mage weakly gazed around.
Gloom surrounded the mage. An empty landscape stretched as far as the eye could see, save for an abandoned structure here and there, dotting the vacant expanse. It was all... desert... sand dunes rose and fell in the distance, like waves in the ocean frozen in time...
The thought of water was unnerving, however. There wasn't any.
Before discovering Gilder, the mage had tried to create some with his spells, finding a pail to hold it in so he could drink. But his power was met with only one response.
Insufficient MP.
Without any magical power, the mage was as defenseless in this environment as a child... which, ironically, he was.
The pendant hung from his chest as a memento of his friend's courage and power. If only the mage hadn't lost the sword he'd been given...
No. No time to think about that now. If anything, the priority should be survival.
Gilder struck the grand, wooden door again with his fist. The sound echoed within the hollow, stone corridors... but the gunman's efforts were in vain. If there were survivors within that castle, they were either deaf or unwilling to offer their assistance...
"Damn!" he shouted in disgust. "Nobody home." He dusted his hand off on his outfit. "Well, when the front door ain't open, go around back. We'll find another entrance."
The pirate turned to cross the ancient drawbridge once more, the mage tagging along just behind him. Stopping in the center, Vivi looked back at the towering castle once more. Stone spires extended up into the sky on both sides, with parts of the rock eroded away over time by the strong winds. Chunks of rock had crumbled and collapsed, revealing weakened areas in the structure. Many of them had been boarded up with planks, pieces of metal, boulders... pretty much anything that could be found around here.
But one such gap hadn't been filled in completely. To the far right side, there appeared to be a small aperture in the wall, wide enough for a human to squeeze through - albeit barely.
"G-Gilder..." the mage spoke to his friend, who turned around. "Th-that... c-can we get into there...?"
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AP.08
 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: 6/10/02 1:32:24 am
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 114
(6/9/02 11:37:19 pm)
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Laguna Loire: 5-5
Laguna Loire: 5-5
Laguna melted into her kiss, struggling to keep his eyes open as he walked slowly through the display beds. The makeshift spears got dropped onto one bed. A few steps and a small struggle with the backpack and then it, too, was lying on a bed. Laguna paused to pay attention to the kiss. His arms trembled slightly as he pulled out of the embrace to smile at her again. Gently he set her down on yet another bed, stretching out next to her.
Scarlett started to speak and Laguna placed a finger against her mouth. One hand traced her body as he smiled at her. Scarlett subsided, never breaking eye contact with Laguna; her body gave her away by shivering wherever his hand made contact.
He bit his lip.
It’s been so long…
In a low voice, a quiet voice, he began singing to her.
“If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to”
Laguna kissed her lips gently, one hand cupping her neck. Scarlett’s eyes closed as she let him touch her.
“And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you”
His lips trailed down her cheek to the join between neck and shoulder. Scarlett sighed and reached for him, but Laguna caught her arms and forced them gently back to her sides.
“If you want a partner
Take my hand”
His hand folded with Scarlett’s, holding her in a firm grasp, but one that was non-threatening, non-restraining.
“Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man”
Scarlett reached again and this time Laguna allowed her. With her help he shrugged his blue jacket off, and then removed his shirt. His lips trailed lower, across collarbone and Scarlett sighed, her hands fisted across his neck, in his hair. She tugged on him and he responded, moving up to kiss her gently again. Her lips opened and she kissed him deeply. Laguna responded in kind, and then broke away. Scarlett made a frustrated noise deep in her throat and tried to hold him, but he didn’t allow it. His lips trailed to her temple as he whispered to her, “Patience.” Her eyes flickered open and she glared at him, panting slightly.
“Patience, dear heart,” he whispered again as his hand stroked her hip. He kissed each eyelid and breathed gently into her ear. Scarlett gasped at the sensation. This wasn’t at all what she was used to, despite her experience with the opposite sex. Everything Laguna felt was transmitted to her in look and touch, and it was all incredibly gentle and loving.
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
She must have spoken the thought aloud, because Laguna looked at her and answered seriously, “Yes, this is how it’s supposed to be.”
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tag to Scarlett
EDIT1: T-t-t-t-typos
Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2
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 "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: 6/9/02 11:41:14 pm
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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 71
(6/9/02 11:42:54 pm)
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Yoink!
"I don't know," the gunman replied, "but if we can't get in the front door then we can only try this way."
"It's p-probably safer in t-there than with all the d-dragons, anyway," Vivi agreed.
Gilder grinned, trying to cheer the red mage up a little while masking his own anxiety. "I'd hope so, anyway, although the way nobody answered the door up front's a bit worrying."
Vivi looked back towards the place where they'd first tried to enter, then back to the fissure in the rock which seemed to be the only other entrance. "D-do you think the p-people inside won't h-help us, if they wouldn't open the d-door?"
"I don't know," Gilder anwered thoughtfully, "but we know for a fact the dragon's aren't on our side. Maybe if we go in, we can find something to help our teams out and protect ourselves.
The red mage looked back at ruined city, noticing the belches of fire and flapping of wings in the distance, then appeared to make his mind up. "O-okay, G-Gilder, let's go."
"Alriiight," the gunman replied with a smile, worried for a moment that the little guy would say no and they'd have to risk the dragons again with their current weak weapons and abilities. "Here, let me give you a boost up."
He knelt to the ground, locking his hands and as the mage clambered into them he lifted Vivi up the opening where he'd follow in a minute. Good job Vivi was small and he was thin, otherwise they'd never make it through.
"Huff... hufff... oooof!"
"Sorry!"
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I have to go to work now, will be back a couple of hours before the round's ending time. Since the minigame hasn't started, Vivi and Gilder are breaking into the castle anyway. :p

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/9/02 11:49:46 pm
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 79
(6/10/02 12:26:01 am)
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It certainly felt that this was the way it was supposed to be. She'd never known that passion didn't need force, that softness could communicate as much as desperation. Even with the partners she'd let herself enjoy... It wasn't about enjoyment, anymore...
But it's there, her mind whispered as Laguna's weatherworn hand trailed tenderly down her cheek and neck. The passion is there, the enjoyment is there...but something else that wasn't there before...is.
Her breathing came out now in a beat instead of a rythym, marking the time as he whisper-sang, kissing a trail across her collar, stroking a hand along her side. She felt that she needed to do something, to return the feelings that he sent coursing through her--
--until she realized that feeling was an aspect of doing.
She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes fading shut, half-gasping. "Laguna..."
Through half-lidded eyes, her dreaming gaze met his. Attentive, romantic... "Anything, Scarlett....anything..."
Though the words were forming in her mind, she couldn't get them past her lips. Almost helplessly, she locked her gaze with his, arching a little bit off the bed but unsure where to go. She reached for him with her far hand, tentatively and delicately, unsure of what was holding her back but ready to right it for the answer.
It was Laguna's turn to settle his breathing and stare into her eyes, knowing that some of the enigma of before was making its way in. She looked almost blind as her fingertips finally found his face.
Scarlett almost nervously brushed her fingers against Laguna's cheek, almost otying with the strands of black hair that had been laying there peacefully. The words came to her. "Laguna...would you..." ..teach me...
He knew.
With an understanding smile, he took her by the wrist, more tenderly than she had out in the square. Her fingers limped slightly as he drew them to his now-bare shoulder and guided them, lightly, over his skin.
Scarlett's even breathing gave way to a light gasp and a flutter of her eyelids. The words found their way between her lips as they leaned in to whisper them against his. "...teach me."
His lips caught hers lightly, in a soft, overhwelmingly mutual kiss that had no boundaries to test. She drew her fingers along his skin again, this time on her own, exuding the feeling of subtlty for perhaps the first time in her life. She let her eyes drift shut, and surrendered both to the romantic caress of his hands and to the ideas behind them.
And resolved that she'd never, ever, let something happen any way but this way again.
She hadn't even realized she'd been edging closer to him, or that his arms were around her. She'd been absorbed in the ten-times-magnified softness of his hair in the barely-touched spaces between her fingers, and the slight trails her fingertips were making in the sweat on his skin. And the fact that she'd begun to cry had escaped her until she felt his lips taking the tears away.
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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)
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 92
(6/10/02 12:36:42 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Five - The Return of...
*After a seeming eternity of pain-filled nothingness, Garai finally regains consciousness...*
Garai: Gaaahhh...
*Garai groans and squints...he feels like someone threw him into a barrel full of sharp, pointy rocks, sealed both ends, and rolled him down the biggest mountain they could find. Wincing with every movement, Garai pulls himself to his feet. As he surveys his surroundings, he sees the dragon. His heart nearly leaps out of his body as he is filled with a single thought...namely, "I'm dead." But after a second, Garai calms himself...the dragon isn't breathing. Sighing in relief, Garai strides over to the dragon's corpse and reclaims his chain...then leaves the area as fast as he can, before some of the dead dragon's pals arrive to seek vengeance. Garai runs as fast as he can...*
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 90
(6/10/02 12:49:38 am)
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"Serene."
Well... that was pleasant...
She pulled herself upright to a sitting position in a narrow creavasse in some ruined building, wiping the scratches on her face and rnning a hand through her hair. She had been terribly lucky, and perhaps a bit thankful for the shielding from her bracer, however unwarrior-like it was.
The overgrown lizard had finally given up after beating its head against the wall and sending dust down on her after almost cooking her. She looked down at her ankle, which already was looking worse for wear from her narrow escape. A single touch spoke volumes as it flared in pain, and she rose awkwardly to stand with a twisted ankle. She limped through the shards of the reamining building that defied the beasts and stood yet.
A rain of colorful light spilled down, and she looked up to see that it was light passing through a stained-glass window. As she looked around she felt osmething odd about the whole situation, but her throbbing ankle cut off any other thoughts as she limped forward to the small steps and sat down, wincing from the evident pain.
Was this how it would be? Running in shadows, powerless to do anything at all? Unable to help others, unable to do as I wish... am I to be like the cowards that seek power at home?
She grit her teeth at the thought and sighed then, playing with the chain around her neck as she laid back. I knew somewhere in my it would come to failure. Who was I kidding...? Still, I can say that it hasn't been total loss, though...
She looked up into the darkened depths of the ceiling, through a evident hole in the ceiling.
Heh. I walked away. I gave in, I turned my back, and this happened. Perhaps that was the lesson I was here to learn, to never give in or give up, despite the odds. I know not what the future holds, nor what fate may have for me; but I should live day to day and not think about who it is I work with. Allies come in all forms. And it is that which should matter. Friends, allies, the people you trust.
Perhaps my trust did not go far enough; fair is fair. You only get what you put within...
I only hope I didn't cause too much trouble and pain.
Heh, what a reliable person I am. I think I've learned something far better than any prize that may come out, though I shall always feel the sting of disappointment. A little rest wouldn't be too far fethed, either.
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A-vote: Garai, Yoshi, Ramirez, Citan - something to do, can't let votes go to waste anyway. :P
(Oh look, I might reach level 2 before it's over! O_O ...)
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 93
(6/10/02 1:13:25 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Five - The Return of...
(OOC: Does my team have giant signs that say "Kill Me" mounted on their heads, or something?)
*Garai staggers on relentlessly, the pain at first almost overwhelming. But as he walks, the pain is ground down by Garai's willpower...it is ground down, below the level of conscious perception, to the point where it's nothing more than a dull ache. By the time Garai had gone three blocks, he was feeling good...and then the woman came dashing out of nowhere. Garai knew that she was a combatant - he had seen her before - but he didn't know her name in specific. She ran at Garai...and smashed him with a steel pipe. Garai groaned and staggered as the pipe slammed into his stomach. A few seconds later, he recovered and began to look for her...but she was gone. After several more minutes of fruitless searching, Garai moves on, still in a decent mood...*
~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.*Edited by: Dry31 at: 6/10/02 1:15:15 am
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 115
(6/10/02 1:14:02 am)
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Laguna Loire: 5-6
Laguna Loire: 5-6
Laguna felt her silent tears against his neck and bent down to kiss them away. “Shhh,” he hushed her, ‘Trust me, Scarlett. Don’t cry. “ She took a tight breath and nodded slightly, her hand still moving gently on his shoulder. She trailed the hand over his collarbone and down onto his chest, her fingers lightly tracing the smooth skin. He gasped and arched his back a little, allowing her to touch him. His reaction triggered an answer within her and she mirrored his gasp.
His lips lowered to catch hers and he bit gently at her lip. It wasn’t the violent action she was accustomed to and she stilled all movement as she listened to her body’s reaction. How could it be both aggressive and gentle? How was it possible to combine the two and come out with something infinitely more, infinitely beautiful?
Laguna smiled against her mouth and one hand moved to cup her breast. She moved her hand down his ribs and stopped at a knot of tissue that felt different from the rest. Her pause asked the question and he answered it, “An old scar, love, just an old scar.” He linked her hand with his and moved it down to his hip before returning his attention to her mouth. She stroked his hip and then moved her hand tentatively to his belt buckle, expecting to be stopped as he had stopped her before.
He felt her hesitation and kissed the side of her neck. “It’s your decision, dear heart,” he whispered against her hair. She touched her tongue to his cheek and he gasped again. She began working the belt buckle and Laguna raised himself slightly to give her access. He leaned against her to allow the cloth to slide off his body and then lifted himself over her, his arms on either side of her, bracing her shoulders.
His eyes searched hers, asking the question. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him with the new ferocity he had taught her, the gentle kind. She gave him the answer and he echoed it as their bodies joined.
Yes.
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Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2
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KyleIII
On the Jazz Cook
Posts: 1099
(6/10/02 1:44:28 am)
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Sweet revenge, Hannibal style
After hours of searching, Falco finally found the man he was looking for. Garai the swordsman walked by, obviously searching for someone.
"What brings you to my neck of the woods," Falco said calmly as he lit up a cigar, "Come to pay your respects to your dear departed friends?"
Taking notice of the bird who had caused him so much trouble last round, Garai replied, "You don't know who you're dealing with."
"Oh yeah I do, you're the king cockroach around here," Falco continued, taking a few puffs off his cigar, "Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. In about a minute, I, and my two friends, are gonna unleash on you your worst nightmare. You're gonna wish the Earth opened up underneath your feet and swallowed you whole."
Somewhat taken aback by the pilots calm demeanor, Garai asked, "What's the easy way?"
"Oh that is the easy way."
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1 A-vote to Garai
Leg Shot to Garai
Edited by: KyleIII at: 6/10/02 1:45:36 am
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 38
(6/10/02 1:47:47 am)
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Round 5
Two Hands - II
So...this was what it felt like to be weak. Kaze almost didn't remember; 'way back when' was a long time ago for him - a time full of things that didn't matter and a handful of few things that did. To be weak...it was frightening. It was uncertainty. It was dependence.
But if weakness was dependence, what was summoning then?
It seemed that the more he tried to think about it, the cloudier his mind became. It was the distinct feeling of having memories he knew he had forcefully blocked off. No blissful forgetfulness; there were thoughts struggling to get free, but bound, as if innured in chains of mithril. Kaze was no stranger to foggy memories and bouts of amnesia - all that and more had been commonplace from the day he had made the pact with the....the what? He didn't know, and the more he didn't know, the more his mind grasped at straws, hoping to find answers. He looked down at his right hand - that hand somehow meant uncertainty; to see it as it was meant weakness.
And somehow the world was more harsh and less harsh. A left hand half-covered by an odd, long black glove, and a view of the world through a tinted lens to match. A right arm, noticibly whiter than the left from the elbow down, and a missing lens that saw the world in the bleached shades of sunlight it was meant to be seen in. That was a contrast; it had been in front of him since the day he lost that lens, but he'd never stopped to really consider it until that day - until everything that made him worthwhile and kept him alive was gone.
It was a gut-wrenching feeling to feel danger and know that you could do nothing.
He meandered through the city in silence, hearing distant roars that rattled his nerves to the core. Still, he kept his composure. That was his solace, his strength - the ability to respond in an intelligent manner to any situation. Weak as one was, that skill was always an asset. And besides, in any situation, even if all else was taken away, he knew that everyone always had the power of choice; the power to choose their attitude and mental state.
But the fear of death grew, like it does to those that are not able to look in its eye and then escape.
If he knew anything, it was that wherever he was reminded him very much of the Inner World. Any sort of political or social grouping of people would probably be a minority and live a life hidden from as many dangers as possible. From the sounds of things, monsters owned the landscape, doing what they pleased without any substantial resistance. That was exactly what it was - here, humans had been outclassed. They were no longer number one. The much-flaunted 'sanctity of life' had been thrown in their face. Men had been forced to revert to their primal nature, to kill or be killed.
What was he doing here, and why couldn't he remember things he thought he should have known? Was it part of the draconian man's game? But with the ever-agitated state of his mind, there was no way to know for sure unless he could observe the others.
Now, more than ever, he needed those who technically called him 'team'. For if his suspicions were correct, even if the others had experienced the loss of knowledge as well, they would still remember him, and unlike the camradrie some of the others had developed that surpassed the boundary of teams, he had no such friends.
He never remembered having any anyway.
Without knowing it, he had reached the castle he had seen from afar. But what then? Only to stand at the door and knock. Options were slim; chances of survival were similarly slim. But he'd been through worse, hadn't he? He scratched his dark brown hair thoughtfully; he couldn't remember...
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Baka & Sylph - Kaze's gonna finally meet his team this round! Woohoo! But I'm going to bed for the night, so you're free to have them meet up in your next posts if you want. I'll just start from wherever we are whenever I write my next post.
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Soil! My strength! Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 6/10/02 1:50:11 am
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 80
(6/10/02 1:51:04 am)
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Silence? Never...
Scarlett rested her head against Laguna's chest, her hair tumbling out of the comb in honey-colored curls. The smile on her lips was tired--the fulfilled kind of tired, barely parted lips and slow exhales.
Laguna had a similar smile, and stared at the ceiling of the store, still panting slightly. He lazily ran a hand through her hair, brushing his fingers against her forehead lightly. She nearly purred at the touch.
"Laguna?"
"Mm?"
"I was just...wondering...how old are you?"
"Forty-six."
"Mm..."
"Scarlett...can I--"
"Thirty-seven."
She let out a breath, and he trailed his hand though her hair again. Peaceful, subtle, and even right.
THUDCREEEEEUUUNCH
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SNNE[/b]
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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: 6/10/02 2:27:34 am
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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 53
(6/10/02 1:55:12 am)
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Silence and Screams
((That reminds me. I'm guessing, for some reason, that the EXP from the last round didn't count? Because, not counting minigame bonuses/penalties, I should have 32 XP. If it didn't count because it would be too much trouble to calculate between Sponsor and Fallen, it's understandable, but sucks.))
Amethyst edged carefully out the door at the top of the sewer maintenance shaft, gun aimed. Sighing in relief as no immediate scaly threats presented themselves, he eased the door back into place, watching as carefully applied rubble melded it back into the sloping scree pile. He kicked rubble and dust against the door a little bit, to hide the traces as best he could.
Suddenly, he sank to his knees as the voices of Blue and Rouge surfaced momentarily in his mind. "Gah! Who... am I!?" BlueRougebrotheroneotherboth... Amethyst clutched his head, gun clattering to the concrete. Then, as suddenly as the attack had come, it ceased. Amethyst sighed, picked up the gun, and stood.
He was currently in the below-ground floor of a building that resembled a large multi-story parking garage. Carefully, he headed for the ramp upwards. On the next floor, a few skeletons lay half in, half out of piles of broken stone and rebar. Amethyst harvested a serviceable combat knife from one of them, not knowing what good it would do, since he couldn't throw it with any accuracy and dragons wouldn't let him get close enough to slash or stab.
As he passed a collapsed section of roof, an idea struck him. He clambered around on the pile until he located a pipe about the right size. Prying and flexing managed to net him a three-foot long hunk of pipe, slightly bent and pinched on one end. He studied the uncrimped end for a moment, then dropped the knife handle into it. It fit loosely, but a bit of cloth from his robes managed to remedy the situation. He swung the spear experimentally, and the knife flew out, lodging in a wooden trash bin of some kind. Amethyst frowned, yanked the knife out, and stuffed it back into the pipe. If the tales of knights with lances proves ineffective, I can at least fling the blade at those dragons...
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Amethyst is now equipped with Spear/Atlatl.
Seems a bit silly to get a makeshift spear when I have a perfectly serviceable gun, doesn't it? Don't worry, I think I have an interesting idea. All I'd need is a noble steed...
*EDIT* Kyle, there's no Abilities this round.
Edited by: Dareon at: 6/10/02 2:00:53 am
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 117
(6/10/02 2:34:06 am)
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Laguna Loire: 5-7
Laguna Loire: 5-7
Laguna was enjoying the warmth of Scarlett in his arms. One hand lazily played with her hair as he caught his breath from the exertions of the previous hour.
I can’t say I expected this to happen, but I’m not complaining either.
He smiled lazily at the ceiling and then nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the incredibly loud noise from outside the mattress store.
THUDCREEEEEUUUNCH
“Whoa!” he exclaimed as he pulled his arm from under Scarlett and leapt off the bed. She sat up, too, looking towards the gaping front wall of the store.
SNNERRRL
Laguna began pulling on his clothes as quickly as he could, tripping over himself in his rush to get clothed. He tossed the backpack to Scarlett so that she could get some clothing on and then grabbed the length of wood that he had tied the glass shard onto.
“I think we’re about to meet whatever destroyed this city,” he commented unnecessarily to Scarlett. He leaned down to kiss her and then grabbed her hand to pull her off the bed. He handed the other spear to her and slid the backpack onto his shoulders. The noise came again, causing them both to wince.
SNNERRRL
Scarlett was dressed in her black thongs and an “I (heart) Zanerth” t-shirt. Laguna looked at her feet with a worried expression and shook his head. He looked back towards the front of the store just in time to see a massive shadow move over the street, growing larger. She saw the shadow, too, and looked towards the back of the store for another way out.
She grabbed Laguna’s arm and hissed at him, “There might be a back door. Let’s go check it out.” He nodded his agreement and, making every effort to be silent, they headed for the storeroom area of the store.
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Short and not very good, but DAMN I’m tired!
Be vewy vewy quiet, wehr bein' hunted by DWAGONS!
Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2
Remaining:
8 A-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: 6/10/02 2:38:06 am
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 52
(6/10/02 2:34:14 am)
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5-2
Vivi slid down the narrow hallway, with Gilder not too far behind him.
The corridor was dark, the air was tepid and difficult to breathe. Debris lined the walls, some scattered about in a haphazzard fashion, other pieces and chunks resourcefully integrated into the stone walls in order to mend up the damage caused to them by the elements... no, by something else.
The two rounded a corner into a larger room devoid of all life. Stone walls encompassed the area, and the sun blazed down from above - the lack of ceiling in this room was apparent, for bleached bones lay heaped in corners and piles dotted about. A large pit lay in the center of the room, somewhat oblong in shape, and rather irregular....
"Vivi!" the gunman gasped in surprise. "Take a look at this..."
The mage turned his attention to the wall behind him, where Gilder stood, and gazed in bewilderment.
A large gash had been swiped into the stone wall, nearly slicing through it entirely.
In fact, there were three similar wounds to the castle wall.
Something had resided here... something very big... with very big claws.
But was it still here...?
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The bold word is just an inside joke. ^^
Tenk: Woo! XD But... I'm signing off for the night ><; so we'll have to leave that to Baka. ^^
 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: 6/10/02 2:58:05 am
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 139
(6/10/02 2:41:48 am)
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He's mad, I tell you! MAD!!!
Act Five, Scene Two: A Broken Man
Roland hated to sit around. He wanted to be out there, fighting off the dragons, making the world safer one bloody lizard at a time. But he knew that his people depended on him; there were others who could lead, yes, but they were too reckless. Roland was cautious above all other things, even if it denied him the one pleasure he could find in this world.
He watched as a Jeep pulled away from the castle and drove towards the city. They had a dangerous mission tonight: to try and destroy all of the eggs in the Mother's next. No only was he sending some of his best men, but a few of the newcomers had offered their services. Such an odd bunch... he thought. But we can use all the help we can get...
A moan of pain reminded him to the reason he had been in this room, to monitor the strange winged man that they had found unconscious in the kitchen. He appeared to have no illness, but occassionally he would have violent fits in his sleep, during which he would complain about his pain. Roland looked over him as he settled down again. "What are you, and what the bloody hell is wrong with you? Those are questions I have yet to answer..."
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Mini-Game
The Dragon's Lair: Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to enter the Mother's lair while she is hunting and destroy all of the eggs you can find. Strangely enough, hunting down eggs seems to involve knowing more about your fellow characters... You will recieve a codeword for each clue solved, which corresponds to a certain amount of XP. You may claim your prize by sending it to my email address at krizak@shaw.ca. Note that you may only send in one codeword ever, so make sure the one you send is the one you want to keep.
CLUE #1
Format - http://members.shaw.ca/minddivisions/ 1_ 2_ 3.html
1 - Conker's girlfriend (Conker's Bad Fur Day)
2 - Ability that Delita possesses as a Squire that normal Squires don't (FFT)
3 - Baked dessert that Black Mage is obsessed with (8-Bit Theatre)
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Curley WEAPON
RTT: Cinder
Posts: 42
(6/10/02 3:44:53 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Five - The Return of...
Ack! Crap! I should have gotten on earlier today! I was hoping the "only human" rule would be brought into play. But, like an idiot, I played MGS2 most of the afternoon. *kick's himself*
Oh well, I'll make due. Here I go...
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He groaned slightly. His head was swimming, and his entire body felt strange and different.
" What's wrong with me? Where'd that damn Blueboy bring us now that's making me feel so heavy?"
He opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, but it seemed he was indoors somewhere. Looking down, His skin seemed dull and still instead of it's normal bright flowing look.
"What did "he" do to me?" Cinder asked aloud, not noticing the difference in his voice. Struggling to gain his bearings he turned over onto his stomach, and pushd against the ground to bring himself to his feet. However, this prove to be in vain, as he stumbled and collided into a wall.
"Aargh!" he cried out. Strange pains he couldn't describe ran though his body as his side slammed into the stone surface. "What the hell's wrong with me?!" He placed his hands along the wall to straighten himself, and them suddenly recoiled when he accidently cut one of his hand of a loose nail that once held up a now ruined painting.
" A cut? I'm cut?" He thought, confusing reigning in his minds. His body was almost liquid in state, a molten mass of fire and what used to be human flesh. While he could feel pain and be physically damaged, the wounds never stayed.
But he could still feel the cut.
His senses returned with a rush of adrenaline and fear. He looked at down at his hand, and saw a five fingers and a palm wrapped in white and pinkish skin. A red line started from just belkow his pinky and stretched to the middle of his hand. His other hand was the exact same, except without a cut.
Cinder was shocked, almost frightened. Trailing down past his wrist, he saw a long orange sleeve, the sleeve was part of the old prison jumpsuit he wore long ago, before the experiment that changed his life. He even had the uncomfortable black shoes he had been assigned when he was incarcerated. Now, realization was coming to him.
"haha..."
He set his hands on his chest, feeling the fabric of the prison suit, the flesh underneath, even the ribs with joyous facsination.
"Hahahaha..."
Slowly raising his hands along his chest, he made his way up past his neck, feeling the various features of his restored face. Cheeks, lips, teeth, nose, ears, eyes, they were all there. He felt up even higher, and tugged on the thick, somewhat coarse mass of hair on top of his head. Quickly scanning the room around him, he saw half shattered mirror. And in it...
A dead man. Someone who had vanished off the face of the Earth years ago. Someone he had almost forgotten, and forgotten be, to feel like. Someone he had once been. Someone he was again. Someone who had returned after eight, almost nine years of being a fiery monstrosity.
Sydney Sanders. Himself.
"HahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!! I'M ME AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAAHAAAAHAAAAAA!!!!!" He bellowed. He rushed to the mirror, tears of joy streaming down his face. He looked at himself like a child staring at a candy selection. Gazing into own brown eyes, his thin facial frame, his short, black hair, his smile, everything of him that was visible. " This is too much! I'm not a tiki torch anymore! ! How did this happen anyway?!"
This thought stopped his revelry. " How DID this happen? Was it Blueboy? Is this another event he set up like the armors? Why'd he...Wait. If this IS some event of Blueboy, that mean's I'll be my old self again in a few hours."
Fear crept up his spine. He had no clue how long he was out. Whatever the host had done to change him, it had drained his strength and rendered his unconsious for who know's how long.
" Oh God no..." He thought, new, unwelcome tears shedding from his eyes now. " I can't go back to that! Not now! Not yet! I have to-" He quickly scanned for an exit, seeing a wrecked doorframe, and beyond it, an empty street. He then ran out into the ruined city, not realizing the dangers that exist in this world.
" I got to be out!" Sydney thought to himself. " I've got to enjoy this day! This is my last time to be human, I can't let it slip by me!"
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Because fiery powers are a natural effect of his body, the host has changed him back into his human form "Sydney Sanders" for this round only. Sydney is roaming the town, looking for way's to enjoy his humanity (such as foods to eat and liquids to drink, having contact with other people. or other such activities and pleasures that normal people take for granted). Feel free to interact with him. He act's slightly desperate and rushed, but is in a generally good mood.
If I can't get back before the next round starts"and I probably won't since I have to go to work when I get up", I'll do a flashback.
Now for my votes
1 A-vote to Kaze(Soujiro Seta)!
1 A-vote to Vivi(Syphid)!
1 A-vote to Ivan(Baka)!
1 A-vote to Ramirez(Tenshi Kain)!
Looking back ,this is probably the best work I've done throughout this whole tournament. If I didn't have work in a couple hours, I'd play off of this round's scenario, and try to redeem my performance this tourney. Oh well. Good night all.
Nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk Edited by: Curley WEAPON at: 6/10/02 3:46:07 am
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AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 66
(6/10/02 3:52:40 am)
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Two stories in one post!
They were still sore. Conker woke up, his back still up to the mini.
"She kicked me in the bullocks! Of all the places!". Nearby a human was reeling backwards. "What? You've never seen a f@$#ing squirrel before? You're not a contestant are you?"
The human answered "What kinda of creature are you? Are you with the dragons?" the Englishman was about 6'1", who towered over Conker. His hair has been shaved, revealing only a few spots where there was black hair.
"Dragons? You mean those big lizard things, with the huge wings? No, I'm with the others. Kinda."
"Where exactly did you come from?" He asked.
Conker laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. So uh, what's up with all of these... Dragons?"
The Englishman went on about a sad story involving unleashed dragons with human like inteligence, who wish to wipe out all humanity.
"Right. Okay, that is bad. Hey, got any guns?"
"No, other than this rifle I haven't got f#%^ all! I barely have enough ammo. Just watch out for those bloody flame throwers, and be careful! Sorry mate, but I better be going! Later!"
"He sure was in a rush. I wonder what he had to do?"
RRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOO (Alright, who did NOT see this coming?) OOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRR!
"Bowser, how many times do I have to tell you, say it, don't sp--sp-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-F$%#!" Conker has now learned to turn around fully when talking to someone. The squirrel was frozen with fear, the dragon a mere inches from his face. It was a rather small green dragon, barely the size of an Elephant. A claw grabbed Conker, holding him by the tail, and pulling him towards his mouth.
"Ahhhhh! Noooooo!" Conker screamed. "Put me down! Put me... GENTLEY put me down AWAY from your MOUTH!"
Even the Dragon was confused what the creature was. It sniffed Conker, realizing it was a squirrel. A huge squirrel. It held the squirrel, dangling from it's mouth, dramatizing the entire exectution. The smell of brimstone and decayed flesh was all Conker didn't need. He got a plan and pulled out the cork of the red wine with his teeth. He poured the contents into the dragon's throat. The dragon closed it's jaws, and licked it's lips. He opened his mouth again, shaking Conker. Unfotunately for the dragon, none of delicious beverage poured out. It dropped Conker into a large puddle, then flew off in a slightly drunken manner.
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Meanwhile on another side of town, The Koopa King, Bowser was looking for his team.
"Conker? Yamazaki? Anyone? Fungah." The king walked around, his combat skills and powers useless. He grabbed a metal signpost and swung it around.
"This'll do." Bowser tripped over something. He looked at the object oddly. "Blue... Long... Covered with scales... Attached to a monster with huge teeth. Uh oh." Bowser immediately kicked the sleeping Dragon inyo the ribs waking it up. The Dragon lunged towards the koopa, an inch away from his face.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!" Bowser demanded. The voice gave the dragon a confused look. "YOU, yes YOU JUST TRIPPED THE KING OF THE KOOPAS WITH YOUR TAIL! YOU MAKE ME SICK! WHAT IS YOUR EXCUSE?" The dragon replied with a whimper like growl. The Koopa then used the STOP sign post and smacked the dragon across the face. "GET THE FUNGAH OUT OF MY SIGHT! NOW!" The blue dragon whimpered off, it's head low to the ground. "GOOOO! GOOOO!" Bowser proudly placed his claws on his hips. "It's GOOD to be the king!" A red dragon then nuzzled it's head on Bowser's neck from behind.
"Whoa! WHOA! Don't make me tell you what to do! I... Am... Bow... You're a girl aren't you?" The dragon blew a puff of smoke in the shape of a heart.
"I-i-i-i mean of COURSE you're a girl! I wouldn't deny it, you are one beauty of a creature, now I gottagoI'llseeyoulaterhaveagooglifeCIAO!" Bowser darted off the best he could, only to be lifted up and away by the flying female dragon. "FUNGAAAAAAAAH! WHAT IRONY!"
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!"
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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 51
(6/10/02 4:07:08 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Five - The Return of...
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(OOC: Does my team have giant signs that say "Kill Me" mounted on their heads, or something?)
Now you know how I felt last round. D
(Thanks to thissideupxl for images!)
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