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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 12
(6/3/02 1:57:49 pm)
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Advent Sign
The winged one had been right. This place was...far from Arcadia.
Ramirez's sword glinted with pale blue-silver in the dim light of the cove, only baring itself when he had drawn it from the sheathe to ward off any would-be poachers. He'd seen enough of these things to develop a rather condescending attitude towards their behavior and appearance. Ugly, ugly things, bristling with brown nigh-cancerous flesh and with odd little fangs sharp as an arcwhale's teeth. Still, he doubted the flesh would be tough enough so much that his Ginken would be unable to rend it asunder. Yes, he would do that, if he found another one prowling these dark, musty grounds...he'd merely break open their tumorous tissues and make them scream like so many other beasts had when faced with the prospect of fighting him.
It would be refreshing.
Zelos is with me. Lord Galcian, I will return to you with the spoils of conquest, Ramirez thought. His foresty gaze darted from wall to wall, and then narrowed in a slight frown. The blue man had said there would be "teams" of some sort, but he had no idea where to begin looking. When the contestants (and what a motley array they were) had departed from their distinct gathering points, he'd heard someone mumble about a woman in a red dress and a gunslinger in...well, a red dress. Or had that midriff-baring silver-haired man said "overcoat" in passing? Ramirez couldn't quite remember.
"Aaaah!"
Ah. Given the femininity of that high-pitched scream, Ramirez was probably a little closer to one of the few female contestants that he'd seen. And, by process of elimination, that had a very good chance of coming from the aforementioned woman in the red dress. If all else failed, it'd most likely another female contestant who'd fractured a nail or gotten her nylons in a tangle. Normal women were so predictable.
Ramirez flicked his silver locks from his eyes and fluidly turned in the direction of the scream- west, it was. Or north? Or south...well, it was off to his right in any case, so it didn't really matter. His boots clacked against the ground as he strode quickly up the stone hill to his right, passing sounds of steel clashes, bullets ricocheting, and various howls of pain. Ramirez offered a tight-lipped smile to himself- he was on the battlefield again. He was truly happy.
He ran, glancing to the jagged fencing blade carried in his right hand, he marvelled over it; it was a thing of beauty on the plains of war, more bloodthirsty than the blackest devil and more breathtaking than the purest maiden. Well over three feet long in its Silvite blade form, and of normal length and incredible strength when in its Silvatana shape, Ginken was forged only for him. The hilt was soft to the touch, but of excellent enough quality so that he could hold it as gently as a lover's cheek and yet deal a horrendously powerful deathblow with it. Imbued with Silver magic, it dealt a small fraction of Eternis damage when it struck an enemy, cauterizing the flesh as Silvite power seeped into the cut. It was like breathing a slow amount of carbon dioxide into an enemy, and gradually, over time...
He rounded up over the hill, and his boots locked as he descended into the dark niche in the ground below. He hit the ground on his feet, his skin radiating ever so slightly with the aura of the Silver moon. His eagle-rivalling sight peered into the murky darkness, the sound of a woman's grunts finding his ears. There was, indeed, someone in here- and judging by the loud, raspy salivating gurgle that followed her gasps, she wasn't alone.
A hart and a hound in the same room- but the hunter owns them both. Ramirez gave a slow whip of his Ginken, lighting up the room in a quick flicker. He peered in closer, close enough to where he could just make out a form-
-and nearly groaned in disgust as the boiled back of a monster was bared to him. The thing was humanoid, obviously, bipedal with all resemblance ceasing there. Sick and diseased, it clacked its tentacle-like mouth in a slow slurp, the green abnormalities covering its back pulsing in the movement. Its brown-gray, two-clawed arms had pinioned a woman to the wall of the cove by the sleeves of a very daring red dress, and Ramirez knew he had found his quarry. As the woman whipped her face from side to side, a flurry of gold upon her elegantly crafted head, the creature began to press its claws rabidly against her bare, pearly shoulders. Ramirez was ready to step in for his probable teammate, but there was something odd about her movements. She seemed to lean to her side, nursing her left leg. He squinted, keeping himself within the shadows.
Someone shot her there, under the knee. Must not be able to move. Nothing Sacrulen won't remedy, but that's assuming I don't delay enough to have to use Riselem as well.
Ramirez's Ginken flashed in the light, shedding silver over the thing and its quarry once more. As he stepped from the shadows, he brought the blade out of safeguard position and into an attack hold, the edge facing out to his right as he raised it to eye level. As he approached, the creature went rigid, seeming to smell something in the area. It smelled the swordsman behind it, obviously, and for a moment, its talons released the woman's taut arms, letting her hunch against the crispy rock of the makeshift hall.
"Perish."
No sooner had Ramirez uttered the soft, almost pleading command, than a deep line of black splurted over the rotting spine of the creature. Its bare and green, pulsing artery was splashed with its blood as Ramirez took a step with his right leg and made a slow, slitting cut over it, using a reverse-slash to slam the palm guard of the Ginken into the monster's bristling back. It howled, screeching in testament to cold pain, and began to writhe ravenously, its claws in a flurry to claim whatever life it could. It was an animal now, simply confused and in pain, desperate to cut down the hunter as he beckoned for its life.
Ramirez was not to be such a victim.
His right leg kicked against the back of his left heel, and he hunched down for all of a moment before the creature turned its claws into a wide swipe at him. But its slash did not find Ramirez, as the Silvite swordsman used his kick to jump into the darkened air of the cavern, stretching his arms out at the sides in a slow arc up. He soared high for a moment, the jump sending his lithe form up well over nine feet in the chilled air. As the creature spasmed for a kill beneath him, Ramirez's hands met in a join over the hilt. His ghostly white hair fluttered, his eyes half-closing in almost a seductive manner as he fell again towards the earth, and like an avenging angel, he swung down his "talon" for the kill.
But rather than a wide, overhead slash, the Ginken pointed down, lining up for the creature's greenish, lurching cranium. As Ramirez swept down, his diminute lips curved up into a very slight smile.
Your head is mine.
Black, unearthly blood sprayed into a geyser in the somewhat polar air, the Ginken punching through the creature's brain like wet tissue paper. Ramirez came down upon one knee, the stab pinning the monster's head to the floor. The impact was so tremendous that the victim's head had split, the pulpy skull exploding into a puddle of blood and gore as the Ginken vibrated with silver mist against the dark ground. Ramirez clutched it for all of a moment, his hands resting on the handle as he looked grimly, satisfied, down upon the creature's decapitated frame. It kicked for a moment longer, as most things will do when headless, and then twitched for a moment longer. He did not give it a second look as he stood, hauling himself up with the Ginken.
" Requiescat in pandemonia," he whispered softly, the tongue of the Silvites not yet lost on him. His face blank again, glowing slightly with the light of the Silvites, he whipped the blade against the air and sent the blood off onto a wall nearby. The corpse was all but forgotten as he stepped over its prone malignance.
Ramirez turned his gaze on the woman's, holding the Ginken in safeguard as he fell to one knee in front of her. Callous sylvan irises met adrenalized pearly orbs as he looked at her, and his brows furrowed as he then turned that green gaze to her leg. "I take it you are my teammate. My name is Ramirez. Don't be an idiot and try to move- your wound is fairly serious. Allow me."
The Silvite raised his free hand to brush its fingertips over his face, his mind's eye coming into play again. Within it, he saw the girl laying there before him, prone and panicked and obviously pained by the deep wound in her shapely leg. He saw himself, standing there victorious over a forgotten, mindless beast, and then kneeling beside her. His vision fluttered, darkening; the six moons were around her, accepting her form for healing upon an unseen platform of green and black. The concentration locked, green strands of fae light streamed from his chest, from the aura that defined his soul, and fell to rest like a caress upon her wounded leg.
There was the briefest sound of a splash, like the refreshing, relaxing sound of a waterfall nursing the earth that had spawned it. Green light burst like a bubble over her wound, the blood caking and drying and finally disappearing into the misty air as Ramirez's mind uttered the name of Sacrulen. Tissue rebuilt; the mitosis of cells rejuvenated; the ashen skin sealed up to reveal peach-colored flesh. The course of time was only three seconds, and not a breath more.
Ramirez brought his fingertips from his eyes and placed them on his knee, forcing himself to stand again. Knowing she was human- or looked like an Arcadian, anyway- he doubted he'd have healed her if matters didn't press him so. But they were teammates, as unfamiliar a term to him as that was.
Besides. If she was going to slow him down, she'd at least better have the courtesy to grunt a little less.
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1 R-Vote to Scarlett
Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One. Edited by: TenshiKain at: 6/3/02 2:00:42 pm
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Darkken
RTT - Yamazaki Shinnosuke
Posts: 13
(6/3/02 2:03:40 pm)
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Re: Minigame, eh?
Well, for the minigame, my numbers go: C1: Scientists, D6: Scientists and L6: Scientists.
Kyo - If I understood correctly, the rules state that in case your guess goes wrong, you will be punished accordingly what there really IS there. So, if you don't find aliens, you will either lose experience or get damage, but you won't ever, ever lose attack points, because you're always prepared for aliens.
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Darkken - Yamazaki Shinnosuke - Rurouni Taikai Tactics

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The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 13
(6/3/02 2:17:16 pm)
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Wow. I'm REALLY late...
Part 2.1
Yoshi awoke to find himself in a strange-looking laboratory. It was a bleak contrast to the cutesy-ness of the laboratories on Dinosaur Island. He breathed a sigh of relief that it was this was not taking place on Dinosaur Island. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there, he just wished he had had more time to prepare.
Suddenly, he saw a large monster charging him. Realizing he still had the botttle of Koopanium, He promply got it out and ingested some. He shot a large fireball at the monster, and burned it to a crisp.
"Well... Now that I know that works..." he thought to himself.
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OOC: Now that my non-committal "came to his senses" post is done, I'm off to read the rest of the thread.
EDIT: Hey! I was the first person to take damage! Sweet! Switchblade - none offense taken. Of course, now I must get my revenge.
Note: Yoshi can say more than just "Yoshi!" (Read my intro!) Since I'm so late, I'll play along with it.
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Yoshi was suprised with himself. He had been in so much pain that the only thing that he could think to say to greet his new team member was "Yoshi!"
As they walked away, there was an explosion. It startled Yoshi a little, but he realized that that was probably the least of his worries.
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Part 2.2
As Yoshi and Issac continued walking they came upon a man doing a funny dance.
"Hi there!" he said brightly, "My name's Laguna Loire and I'm looking for my teammates."
Yoshi, who was still in a bit of a shock, replied with, "Yoshi!"
Laguna reached down to shake Yoshi's hand, when the bracelet glowed blue and the word "MATCH" appeared on it momentarily....
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Part 2.3
A short time later, as they were walking, Yoshi notced a figure that he recognised. It was the man who had attacked him earlier.
"Excuse me a moment," Yoshi said. "I have some buisiness to attend to."
"You can say more than 'Yoshi'?!" Issac replied.
"Yeah. I was just in a bit of a shock back there."
"Oh. Right. Go right ahead."
Yoshi stopped and took some more Koopanium. (OOC: No matter what happens, he will never run out.) He flew up as high as he could, not as high as he would have liked, but it was sufficient. He then started gliding down towards the figure, and he braced himself...
WHAM!!!
Yoshi slammed into the ground. Pieces of the floor broke up and flew at very high velocity into Ryogo.
Before Ryogo had realized what had happened, Yoshi had taken flight and returned to his team members.
EDIT: Eh... I must read the thread closer in the future.
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Counter (Deal 2 damage against a sponsor who attacked you previously.) against Ryogo (Switchblade) for 9 SP. (I know Ryogo attacked Yoshi out of fear, but still...)
Yoshi : Brawler : Level 1 : 8 A-Votes : 4 R-Votes : 31 Special Points
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I am .
 Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 6/3/02 4:25:14 pm
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 20
(6/3/02 2:17:17 pm)
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Re: Minigame, eh?
Darkken: You're right, I misinterpreted that. I'll have to withdraw my location guesses for now.
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daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 14
(6/3/02 2:19:15 pm)
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The Brylcream Boys
OOC: C3, G4 and N7 for Aliens. in the mini-game, please. This time it's war! ;D
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*clang*
The sound had been faint at first but with every door that Ryo passed through it steadily became louder.
*Clang*
It was the sound of some enormous object colliding with a metal surface, and Ryo was steadily drawing nearer to whatever was causing it.
*CLANG*
There had been no side doors or off-shoots to the corridor for a long time, so back-tracking seemed a futile exercise. He continued on.
*CLANG*
He had felt the floor vibrate that time. He was getting close. As he approached the next door he could hear something else, a muffled voice. He could not make out the words but they were clearly in a desperate and angry tone. Preparing himself for whatever may lie ahead, Ryo pressed the button on the wall and the door in front of him slid open. His jaw dropped … evidently he had not prepared enough.
The door opened into a control room of some kind. The large window on one side was smashed, and the wall opposite had large dents in it. In the middle of the room crouched a creature of some kind. It was black with flashes of red along the spines on its back and seemed to be focused intently on something beyond the window that Ryo could not yet see.
Suddenly an enormous serpentine head on a long neck swept in through the broken window and struck the dented wall.
*CLANG*
The small black creature had leapt up with incredible speed and landed nimbly on top of the larger beast’s neck and was carried along as it withdrew from the control room. Ryo dashed over to the window and saw that the serpent was in fact one of three identical creatures. The smaller black animal was now darting all around a massive chamber of some kind that stretched both up and down several floors from Ryo’s current position. Occasionally one of the serpent heads would dart out in an attempt to swallow the nimble animal, but it was far too fast for them.
Ryo scanned the room quickly to see if there was any way that he could help, and came across a set of switches that were labelled ‘firing control’. There seemed to be a fairly logical sequence to the switches and as he toggled them one at a time various other pieces of equipment lit up. The final switch had a red plastic safety cover, which he flipped up and prepared to activate. Realising that he still did not know what he was about to initiate Ryo looked out into the main chamber again. The slender bodies of the three serpents sank down into a deep incline at the centre of the room. Bright orange light was flickering up from below them now. So that’s it, Ryo realised.
“Hey you”, he shouted down to the black creature, “get back in here. I’m going to blow those things away.”
The creature glanced up at him as one of the serpent heads crashed into the wall mere inches from him. “One moment”, it called back. The serpent’s head had become stuck in the metal wall, and the black animal ran right down its long neck to the base. Pausing only to retrieve a shiny green object it then leapt toward the wall and sprinted directly up it to the control room. “Now”, it yelled.
Ryo flipped the final switch and both of them ducked for cover as intense flames shot up from the bottom of the main chamber, licked momentarily through the broken control room window and finally burned out. The two of them rose together and looked out of the window to confirm that the serpents had indeed been incinerated.
“That was quite well done, human” the black animal said in a surprisingly charismatic voice. “I might not have been able to retrieve the Chaos Emerald had you not been there to distract that beast.”
It was then that Ryo noticed that the bracer on his forearm was humming. As he rolled up the sleeve of his brown jacket, he could see that the device was also glowing faintly. The black creature was wearing an identical device, which was reacting in the same manner.
“I guess this means you’re in this tournament as well”, Ryo noted. “And from the looks of things we’re on the same team. My name’s Ryo. Ryo Hazuki.”
“And I am Shadow The Hedgehog. Greetings.”
Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?" Edited by: daigohji at: 6/3/02 2:32:58 pm
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Munkwunk
RTT: Onion Kid Dath
Posts: 1098
(6/3/02 2:33:26 pm)
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Re: Minigame, eh?
It wasn't long before the Onion Kid's exploration of the facility had him encountering countless types of aliens, contestants, and military troops. The place had broken out in battle in only a short amount of time. Undaunted by the smell of blood, sweat, and ooze, Dath dashed aimlessly and carelessly around a corner, only to find the barrel of a gun aimed at his chest.
"Don't attack! I'm just a kid, dummy!"
The marine looked confused, remorseful. He was obviously a rookie, unhardened by the ways of battle, and he immediately lowered his gun. "Man, I can't shoot a damn kid... hey, what the hell are you doing in a place like thi--"
The marine didn't have time to finish his sentence. Dath was looking out for his own skin, and he had no problem with dispatching the man when his guard was down. A swift kick to the groin, his sword slashed across the marine's neck as the man doubled over in pain. A helmeted head rolled to the floor, its neck severed at an odd angle.
"Eeww... man, if I wasn't so used to things like that, I'd probably puke! Ick."
Leaning down to search the body, Dath found nothing familiar to use. The weapon that had been poitned at his chest only moments before must have been powerful, but its use was lost on the child. He tossed it aside to the ground, only to hear a rapid succesion of bursts as the gun fired three bullets down the hall. "ARGH!" was all that was heard in reply as someone was hammered by the bullets.
"Oops," thought Dath. "Better not do that again, or the people are going to get pissed!"
Deciding that it would be in his best interests to move as far away as possible from whoever it was the gun had shot, Dath took off down the hall in the opposite direction. He was determined to find these "team mates" of his; the only clue he had was the bracer on his arm, which was coloured in two shades of green. "Perhaps I just need to match up my bracer with theirs?"
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Minigame: Marine at I5
1 A-vote against... hmm... we'll go with Bowser
1 Vital Blow against Bowser (no offense, chum, but there are three bullets in a burst, for three points of damage.)
5 A-votes, 4 R-votes, 49 Special Points remaining.
Edited by: Munkwunk at: 6/3/02 5:26:03 pm
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Darkken
RTT - Yamazaki Shinnosuke
Posts: 14
(6/3/02 2:42:33 pm)
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The Samurai, The Squirrel and the Turtle
It was only moments after Yamazaki and Conker had closed the doors behind them that the soldiers came rushing in. They couldn't have been more surprised as the samurai and the squirrel attacked them with their swords.
Yamazaki killed quickly, mercilessly and remorselessly. These people were his enemies. They may not have been evil, but destiny had placed them against the sword of Yamazaki Shinnosuke. There was no time or warnings, there was no time for questions. There was only the killer, and the one would be killed, and in a savage, chaotic fight like this, the most ruthless warrior would emerge victorious.
I don't like fighting like this. But they aren't giving me a choise. And therefore, I will fight this battle your way.
Against the speed of the expert swordsman, the gunmen were helpless. As their opponents were so close, they couldn't fire without risking hitting their own men, and so, each of them had to make their own decision on how to fight. This escalated the violence further, as the soldiers were unable to hurt their opponents, but more than capable of hurting each other. And they all fell underneath Yamazaki's sword.
Conker was, so it seemed to Yamazaki, surprisingly skilled with his katana. His technique was pathetic, but his speed was applaudable. He ran around the battlefield, swinging his blade here and there. Screams of death surrounded them, as more and more soldiers came, and as streams of aliens begun to assault them, as well.
Suddenly, Yamazaki grabbed the squirrel from his tail, and quickly dragged him through an open door, not caring about his loud protests.
"We could have fought forever, and it would have made no difference", Yamazaki snapped to him. "Right now, I would rather concentrate on finding our next teammate, just in case he has more fight in him than you."
Ignoring the squirrel's angry responses to the samurai's spiteful comment, he continued dragging him along from his tail. They turned down several corridors, until they came into a seemingly empty room.
The two of them sat down for a second, Yamazaki to rest for a moment after the exhaustion of the battle and carrying the squirrel, Conker to patch himself up from having his head hit against the floor several times more than he'd wanted.
Suddenly, Conker raised his head. "Hey, I think I hear somethin' over here Kamikaze..."
Yamazaki's eyebrows twitched, but he shrugged, not bothering to argue with the arrogant squirrel. "I shall forget your impudent remarks for the moment squirrel. Continue your investigation." he said as coldly as his years of experience as a military officer allowed him.
It was wasted on the drunk squirrel, who went towards a locker in the end of the room. Yamazaki closed his eyes in the hope that he could forget his unwanted partner even for a second. He set into a meditative pose, as suddenly, a terrible sound echoed through the room.
"I AM BOWSER, KING OF THE KOOPAS! YOU ARE BOTH MY SERVANTS FROM THIS POINT FORWARD!"
Yamazaki rose, determined to cut down whatever being had uttered those words, as suddenly, he could see his bracelet flashing. The third teammate.
Yamazaki looked. In front of him he saw what was most likely the result of copulation between a dragon and a turtle, followed by several hundreds of years of selective inbreeding. No other words could describe the strange creature in front of him.
Conker responded to the koopa with yet another smart-ass comment, but Yamazaki could not hear him. Instead, he only uttered-
"A turtle."
"I'M NOT A TURTLE, YOU WORTHLESS PEASANT! I'M A KOOPA! A KOO-" he was stopped by a strange sound.
Yamazaki was laughing. It begun as chuckling of sort, but intensified in time, growing higher and louder, until the sound of his laughter was booming. It was mockful, dark laughter, the humor of a person who knew something terrible was about to happen. Slowly, the sound of the laughter died, but Yamazaki's shoulders still moved, as he struggled to stop his outburst.
"My teammates are... an oversized turtle, and a squirrel with an attitude problem."
Yamazaki fell onto his knees, drawing his wakizashi. He pointed it at his own heart, his eyes gleaming with mad fury. Both of his teammates reached to stop him, as the suicidal swordsman continued to laugh.
"NO! LET GO OF ME, YOU PATHETIC ANIMALS! IF I AM INDEED FATED TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE WITH YOU, I WILL RATHER FACE DEATH LIKE A SAMURAI! LET GO OF ME!"
Bowser finally managed to wrestle the sword from his hands, while Conker knocked him out with the hilt of his katana. As Yamazaki fell to the ground, still uttering Japanese curses, the two of them looked at each other.
"What THE HECK ARE you, anyway?" Conker finally uttered.
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Darkken - Yamazaki Shinnosuke - Rurouni Taikai Tactics

"Hear me... If you hate that which is evil, the greater that hatred may be... the more your own evil inside you will awaken!" Edited by: Darkken at: 6/3/02 3:52:10 pm
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Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 28
(6/3/02 3:07:03 pm)
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scene deux
        Ryogo crept silently down the facility's hallways, each step slow and cautious. His gun was drawn, held firmly in his right hand, which was in turn held firmly in his left. He didn't know how long he'd been here, but after his encounter with the small green alien he'd not encountered any other forms of life. Although this made his aimless wanderings very dull it had also served to calm him down greatly.
        "Okay," he said, idly wondering why he'd started talking to himself, "So this place really is overrun by aliens. On the one hand I guess that means I'm in real big trouble, but on the other that means that voice was right. So somewhere out here there should be a couple of guys waiting to team up with me, and maybe, just maybe, they'll have something a little more effective than this little popgun."
        After a few hundred more yards Ryogo again came across a door, and although hesitant after his last experience he decided to open it. Unlike the last door this one opened on a hinge, and the hissing sound was replaced by a rusty squeaking. Inside, thankfully, was no alien. In fact it turned out Ryogo had stumbled upon nothing more than a small janitors closet. The wanzer pilot was about to turn around and leave when something in the closet caught his eye.
        Laying in a heap on the floor was the dead body of a man in a lab coat. Around the corpse's neck was hung the strap of a white plastic case emblazoned with a large red cross, a symbol Ryogo immediately recognized. Cautiously moving into the closet Ryogo bent down by the body and slowly slipped the medical case off him. Once the case was free Ryogo stood up and placed it atop a nearby garbage can. Quickly opening the case Ryogo was relieved to find it fully stocked. Silently thanking whatever cosmic force was in charge of first aid kits Ryogo slung the pack around his shoulders and moved back into the hallway.
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 101
(6/3/02 3:09:01 pm)
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Re: The Samurai, The Squirrel and the Turtle
Darkken: Very well, I will change the banner to say Warrior. Since you've probably been holding out on Abilities until this was sorted out, you now have access to Defend and Deathblow.
 ~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you
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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 23
(6/3/02 3:13:09 pm)
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Re: Minigame, eh?
Well, if the placement of military at least is based on normal military tactics, I'd guess Military at O8.
Since scientists would likely gravitate to easily-defensible areas, I'm guessing Scientists at F3.
And, er... Aliens at F10.
Unless, of course, you just scattered them randomly like leaves before a whirlwind, in which case... you suck. :P

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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 36
(6/3/02 3:13:34 pm)
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Re: The Samurai, The Squirrel and the Turtle
As Gilder tore along the corridor, changing the less dangerous silver cartridge in his pistol for the purple one as he ran, he heard a woman's scream in the distance of rage and fear and hate. He didn't know if it was Scarlett or not and he didn't care - he didn't have it in him to refuse a lady's cry for help - but he suspected the worst. Damn, why'd he been so stupid to leave her along with that alien?
Because she told you to, stupid. Stop beating yourself up over things in the past, it's here and now that matters.
His pace increased to the point where Willy was no longer able to keep his grip on Gilder's shoulder as he ran, and flew overhead like a feathered arrow as he followed the running figure below. There was the last turning - the corridor where she's set the explosives - the door she'd warned him about but given no reason for. There was a disturbing lack of sound from the area ahead, and he didn't like it one bit.
What if it's already killed her? Can I take that thing on by myself if she couldn't? Wha -
There!
Gilder finally spotted the corridor where he'd been ambushed and his boots squealed as he practically slid round the corner and leveled his moonstone pistol down its length. Green eyes locked with his, beneath a mass of silver-white hair, both belonging to an elegant swordfighter in dark clothing who stood with his weapon ready. He'd probably heard Gilder coming from a hundred metres away and didn't look at all the type to be easily surprised.
Scarlett stood at his side, some kind of mechanical device in her hand, and behind them both the gutted body of the alien that Scarlett had proclaimed herself capable of handling. Its head had been cleanly bisected and lay several feet away from the rest of the twitching corpse, trailing a line of ichor in its wake, and was clearly a threat no longer. Either Scarlett had made good on her claim, or the swordman had come to aid her, or possibly both.
"You are Gilder, I believe," the man said in a cold, largely unemotional voice. It was a statement, not a question, and the strange silver blade that he carried was still pointed in his direction.
Lowering his own weapon slightly in a show of faith, he replied, "Yeah, that's me. I take it you've been introduced, Scarlett?"
"Of course, dear boy," she answered. "Gilder, this is Ramirez, who will be our third teammate for the time we're here. Ramirez, this is Gilder. I do expect you boys to get along nicely while we're working together," she finished with a wicked smile.
Returning the pistol to his coat pocket, he breathed out a almost unnoticable sigh of relief as Ramirez sheathed his own weapon. "I shouldn't see that being a problem, my lady, " he replied whimsically. Turning to Ramirez, he took a Sacrulem crystal from his other coat pocket and held it out. "I'm guessing I have you to thank for helping out with that thing. Take any hits?"
Ramirez shook his head scornfully. "Such a beast is practically beneath me, Gilder. I would have been shamed if such a thing were to even scratch me with its clumsy attacks."
Whoa... the guy's confident.
Gilder nodded, turning to Scarlett instead. "How about you? How's that leg holding up on you?"
"See for yourself," she replied languidly. The engineer very intentionally thrust out the aforementioned leg towards him, rotating with a subtle motion of the hips, inviting him to take a look at both the lack of injury and everything else on display. Gilder did.
"W-well, " he said in a partially choked voice, injuries or not, we're probably all tired after everything that's happened today." He broke the delicate crystal between his gloved fingers, watching as the healing energy spread out in a mist and washing over the three of them. "So what happens now?"
"What always happens, Gilder," Ramirez murmured quietly. "We fight. We survive."
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Special Ability: Herbology. R-Votes to Scarlett and Ramirez using the two enhanced R-Votes that the ability creates.
Hey, helping your teammates out is the entire point of teams, yeah?
3 A-Votes, 4 R-Votes, 20 SP left.

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
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KyleIII
RTT: Falco Lombardi Cook
Posts: 1053
(6/3/02 3:23:12 pm)
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Damn kids
As Falco continued searching for his teamates, he suddenly realized someone was charging at him. Drawing his blaster, Falco quickly realized two things, the person wasn't charging at Falco, he seemed to be running from something. Secondly, it was only a kid.
Tackling the boy, Falco quickly had a gun pointed at his head. "Alright Junior, tell me what you're running from. I don't want to hurt you," looking down, he saw that the boy was wearing a bracer, identifying him as a contestant. "They brought kids to this thing? What kind of sick contest are they running here?" Falco thought to himself.
"You're a contestent?" Falco asked, "You'd better go find your partners kid, this place is too dangerous to be running around by yourself."
"Hey Mr. birdman, I am your partner," the kid responded.
"What are you talking about?" Falco asked.
"If you'd stop pointing your weapon at my face, maybe I'd tell you," he responded. Falco complied, slowly lowering his weapon. "Look," the boy continued, "our bracers are the same color, that means we must be together."
Falco stood in shock for a moment, "Oh great, I'm partners with a kid. I'm sure we're going places fast..."
"Hey, I'm more powerful then I look. I even saved the world!" the boy stated proudly, "My names Dath, I'm an Onion Kid!"
"An Onion..." Falco stammered, still in disbelief, "Oh, whatever. So, who else are we teamed up with?"
"I dunno, you're the first one I found," Dath responded.
"Well, as long as our other member isn't a walking teddy bear, we should be fine. Come on, don't fall behind," Falco ordered starting off down the hall, "I don't have time to babysit."
"Wait, you didn't even tell me you're name yet!" Dath yelled.
"Falco," the pilot responded.
"Pleased to meet you Falco!" Dath said excitedly.
"Yeah whatever, come on kid," Falco sighed.
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Nova Quinn
RTT: Black Mage
Posts: 199
(6/3/02 3:25:00 pm)
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Ouch.
Minigame: Aliens at I7 and N3. Military at H4.
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"Ouch. Last thing I knew was a nice bright light. What was that?"
"I don't know." replies Billy
"You guys are hurt." says BM spying Kuja's body on the ground.
"Yeah, a little"
"Well, then here you go. I have 2 potions. One for each of you."
They drink the potions.
"Let's get moving" Kuja interrupts.
"Where to?" asks Black Mage.
"I agree with Kuja." says Billy.
Black Mage, finally hearing the growls from just around the corner chimes in "OK, I'm all for ... STAB TIME!!"
Black Mage starts running to the nearest monster, jumping on it and stabbing it to death.
"Let's go this way! It's clear ... now." And if it isn't all the better...
Team Ragnarok runs toward the exit of the facility at full speed.... and runs right into a little kid in armor as he's walking around a corner.
This reminds me of that kid in Corneria... Time for some fun!!
Black Mage's eyes narrow slightly as he picks up the kid.
Billy, getting what's about to happen, says, "Stop it. He's only a kid."
"Aw, can't I have any fun?" says BM, putting the kid down carefully.
"Not like that, you can't. You'll get us in trouble. Now what are you looking for ..."
"Dath. My name is Onion Kid Dath"
"Dath. What are you looking for?"
"My teammates."
"Team? You're on a team? You're a contestant? You're really young... Tell you what, we'll help you find this team of yours."
"I'm right here." announces Falco stepping around the corner.
"YOU!" says all of Team Ragnarok at once.
"Thanks for before." says Billy.
"You want help finding your third teammate? I mean this kid is a little hyper and help never hurt, especially with the military and these monsters trying to kill each other." says Billy. "Plus we still owe you one."
"Fine. Lets just keep moving though." Replies Falco gruffly.
"Why are we helping them? I wanna Hadoken something." whispers BM in Billy's ear.
"Because," Billy whispers back, "it's the right thing to do. And don't worry, I'm sure that we'll run into more monsters on the way, which is why we're going with them."
"And I can stab them?"
"You can stab the monsters, yes."
"ALL RIGHT!!! STAB TIME!!!" Black Mage announces, as Team Ragnarok accompanies Onion Kid Dath and Falco to find their teammate...
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One R-Vote each to Billy and Kuja.
6 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, and 80 SP left.


Nova Quinn/ Black Mage/ Ragnarok
Edited by: Nova Quinn at: 6/3/02 3:40:31 pm
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 13
(6/3/02 3:37:31 pm)
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Round 1
Prevailing Winds - Part I
Blood. Lifeless misshapen beasts and humans lying all around, their bodily fluids mixing in a biological oil slick that would’ve made most other men vomit. Oh, there was plenty of vomit too. Kaze stepped through a puddle of the noxious bile, paying little to no attention to the hills of corpses all around him. Oh well…corpses meant somebody, somewhere, was getting their work done.
The words of the host came back to him as his empty mind wandered, the information from his senses the only thing to fill his attention. Team partners…working together…linked… He looked down at his right arm. The gold pod shone there, in the filtered light of the high-ceilinged corridor. He’d seen a few people who didn’t appear to be lab staff with the bracelet on their right wrist, but his ‘unique’ situation would not allow it. His eyes crawled up his arm to above the elbow, where the device sat clamped around his bicep and tricep. At least that part remained covered by his cape most of the time, and perhaps people might not notice he was one of those ‘chosen’ for whatever crackpot scheme the dragon-winged man had in store.
Shouts. Near.
Kaze’s eyes narrowed, his one visible eye contorting into an irritated stare. He did not care about the people here. He did not care that there were aliens – he had seen far more odd things living in the inner world – nor did he care for the humans who, as he supposed, had brought all of this upon themselves.
The desire for unlimited power begats ruin.
He began to walk forward again, boots splashing through stagnant pools of gore and organs that had formerly been internal. This was not his fight. He should not be here. It wasn’t a supposition of arrogance; those who had known Kaze (as much as it was possible to know him) had never seen the man betray a hint of overconfidence. He just wasn’t concerned, plain and simple as that. It had nothing to do with him what these people did. He had his own purpose, his own goals, and he was just the slightest bit perturbed that he was now stuck to someone else’s rather than his. He had never asked people to help him; never asked anyone to follow him into the perils from which only he could rise victorious. His was a path of loneliness, a party of one. The Black Wind did not form allegiance; nobody was his friend. But there were no pretenses about him, nor attitudes. That was just the way he was – quiet, mysterious, and a solitary as a lone tree gripping the crags of a mountaintop with its fingery roots.
“Get it! It’s turning right at the intersection!” Kaze heard the sound of many boots hitting the iron grating and an unearthly scream as whatever was coming moved quickly in his direction. He didn’t have to wait long to find out what it was.
A squad of six military men, guns brandished, were chasing down a monster as big as two chocobos put together. Its skin glistened in a pattern of mottled oranges and blues, punctuated by several bullet holes and oozing green lifeblood. Half its body was a mouth, ringed about with impressive fangs and a prehensile tongue that, as Kaze watched, flew behind the monster and tore the head off one of the marines in an instant, bringing it back to its mouth like a frog would catch a fly. He heard the sickening crunch of the skullcap being caved in and could imagine the soft brain leaking out down the creature’s throat, assuaging its thirst for blood. His expression remained unchanged. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before.
But suddenly, he was there. He was standing in the hallway in the path of the raging beast. His left hand drew his sidearm and pointed the business end squarely at the beast. As the creature howled, Kaze could still see pieces of the man’s skin and hair stuck between the creature’s teeth and in its gullet. It was there that he placed his first bullet, right through what looked like the remnants of the man’s ear. The creature howled in pain. Kaze shot again. And again and again, a rapid sequence of shots into the creature’s huge maw, penetrating its brain. With a maddened look in its small eyes and a vomiting of the green blood, its massive bulk skidded to a stop just in front of the black gunman. The two vertical barrels of his crimson handgun wafted a light smoke, and in front of that stood the marines, both in awe and horror stricken. One raised his weapon to Kaze, but he never got his chance to fire it.
He fell to the floor dead instantly, a bullet buried in his forehead. Kaze did not move. Only his outstretched left hand gripping a gun of purest red bespoke his intent. Making a quick sidestep, he felled two more guards. Then one more – it was a sloppy shot; only the side of the man’s face had been taken off. One marine was left standing, looking at the man clad in black.
“Whose side are you on!?” he shouted, beginning to feel the sorrow of his teammates lying dead at his feet. He might as well have been talking to a statue. Kaze moved his gun into position and pulled the trigger one last time. The marine fell face forward, red blood from his head dripping through the small holes in the iron grating of the floor. At last, Kaze holstered his handgun. He had done what he needed to do – protect his life against threats. Maybe he had saved the others from some crueler death that fate may have had in store for them. But he did not think about that, nor did he care. Those who threatened his life would forfeit theirs, and those who just so happened to have made enemies of Kaze’s enemies stood to benefit, though certainly not from any sense of generosity.
Once more, the black boots began their slow, certain walk, through a fresh, new pool of life fluids. It smelled like cinnamon. But he didn’t care.
The Black Wind looked down at his right arm again. The metallic golden pod that seemed to envelop his arm up to the elbow lay motionless, moving only as he moved his arm. He lowered it again into the folds of his dark cape and trained his senses on the paths ahead.
“It didn’t move…” was the only sound audible in the hallway.
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Soil! My strength! Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 6/3/02 3:50:21 pm
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Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 776
(6/3/02 3:49:05 pm)
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We're off to see the Moogle
"O goddess of heaven, grant me thy speed," chanted Billy. A faint red glow appeared around him, and he dashed ahead, running at supernatural speed. See, he was scouting for Falco and Onion Kid's teammate. It was the least he could do after what Falco had done for them.
He passed room after room, passing other contestants, not bothering to stop. Where is he... where is this other member?
Wait a sec... what does he even look like?
Billy stopped in his tracks. He felt like laughing. He had no idea who this mystery person was, and had no way of finding out. A small white, fuzzy creature with wings stared at him, then walked away.
Suddenly...
CLICK! CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK! The sound of guns being cocked were all around him. Billy looked around, fearful. At least five armored guards surrounded him, guns pointed towards him.
"FREEZE!" shouted one, who seemed to be the leader. Another soldier turned to the captain.
"What should we do?"
"What are our orders? We destroy any intruder, civillian or monster."
Billy gulped. He was in bad. Worse of all, Kuja and Black Mage weren't there to bail him out. He stared around him, as the men aimed their guns.
"O goddess of Heaven, guard me from these warriors," chanted Billy. "Goddess Eyes." A bright light surrounded Billy, just when the guns fired. When the smoke cleared, Billy stood there, unharmed.
"Let's get out of here!" shouted one of the men. The rest followed. Only the captain was left.
"Cowards! What are you running for? He's just a kid!" The captain turned to see Billy walking towards him, glowing with a bright blue light. Billy reached forward and took the man's machine gun. The captain shook, then fled from the scene.
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I gots a new weapon! And I'm quite shiny, too!
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Sponsoring Billy Lee Black
Edited by: Bugenhagen at: 6/3/02 3:52:30 pm
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 23
(6/3/02 3:49:11 pm)
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Re: The Samurai, The Squirrel and the Turtle
Minigame stuff;
Scientists; K5
Aliens; M6
Military; A8
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Scarlett looked over both rather dashing men--her rescuer, who eerily resembled a younger version of General Sephiroth, and her avenger, that rather spicy pirate Gilder--and wasn't quite sure what to do next.
By the looks of it, neither were they.
"So..." she started, glancing over her shoulder eitehr way, which also served to stretch her neck, "stick together or split up?"
Ramirez replied quickly. "Stick together. You're in no position to attack."
She regarded him a bit huffily. "I'll get a flamethrower next time, alright? And I've still got a few of these," she indicated, twirling her wrist to show off the remaining Shriekers. "They'll at least distract them."
"Then let's get going," Gilder said with a flourish of his gun.
They did. But among the first things they came upon was an almost middle-aged man in a blue jacket who was nearly finished doing some kind of childish dance. He was flanked by a small dinosaur and a young man, both of whom were gaping as the man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Ok, I think someone's in the deep end..." Scarlett whispered, kneeling to unstrap her shoe. She then thought better of it, and pulled a pair of potions and the green vial from her anklet, then sandwiched a few drops of the elixir between the tablets. "Hey, Dancing Fool!"
He and his apparent teammates quickly looked over at her.
"Save this for later," she said, lobbing the new double-pill over.
He caught it deftly and reflexively, but with a succession of surprised blinks.
She laughed. "Here's to the wonders or mental health!" She looked off at her somewhat surprised comrades. "Don't ask why I do what I do," she said with an unholy smirk. "Just accept it."
Leaving both her teammates and the man with the machine gun's, she took a few steps toward the hallway, then stopped at looked over her shoulder at Gilder and Ramirez. "Coming, boys?"
They exchanged a glance of their own, then followed.
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Alchemy. Four (4) R-votes to Laguna Loire because he's such a sweetie.
Scarlett Welles
0 A-votes to go
3 R-votes to go
36 SP to go
Have a nice day
Kya-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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: 6/3/02 3:50:52 pm
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Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 29
(6/3/02 4:06:07 pm)
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scene tres
Okay, here are my map guesses: Soldier boys in M1, Aliens in K9, and Scientists in D6.       
Only a few minutes after finding the medical kit Ryogo finally reached a change in scenery. The seemingly endless hallway was suddenly replaced by a large open chamber full of overturned tables and smashed vending machines.
"Must be the cafeteria," Ryogo mused as he walked through the demolished room. Suddenly very thirsty he walked over to a destroyed soda machine and picked up one of the dozens of pop cans scattered around it. "Huh, 'Merton Dew?'" Ryogo opened the can and took a sip then promptly decided he wasn't that thirsty after all. Standing up the wanzer pilot threw the can over his shoulder and moved on through the room. He hadn't taken more than a couple of steps when the sharp sound of a gunshot rang out.
        Ryogo spun around to see the can of Merton Dew fall to the ground, a bullet hole ripped through its center. Ryogo then looked above and beyond the can to see a small group of soldiers standing before him with guns raised, a thin trail of smoke rising from one of the gun barrels.
        "Man, am I glad to see you guys," Ryogo smiled, "There is some pretty messed up stuff happening here. There's like a bunch of aliens running around all over the place and… and you're going to shoot at me now, aren't you?" Not even waiting for an answer the wanzer pilot turned and ran, diving for cover behind one of the overturned tables. A second later a hail of bullets flew over his head.
Ryogo quickly drew his own handgun and prepared to return fire. "This so unfair," he moaned, "I want my wanzer." The gunfire died down momentarily and Ryogo quickly rose from his cover and fired off a couple of shots, skillfully managing to take down one of the soldiers before again ducking behind the table. "Okay, I've had enough, I want to go home now."
The remaining soldiers' guns again died down and Ryogo rose to fire again. But this time before he pulled the trigger something strange happened. Although he didn't move at all Ryogo found the soldiers looked like they were directly in front of him. Aiming quickly he fired at one of them. As the bullet hit Ryogo's view snapped back to normal, but his bullet flew exactly where he'd aimed it. "Whoa," he gasped as he quickly took cover, "What the hell was that? I've never done anything like that before. Well, expect for…" he paused as realization sunk in. "In my wanzer! ZoomI, one of my battle skills! But how can I use it by myself? And if it's going to save my ass who cares?"
        Once again the gunfire ceased and Ryogo rose to attack. This time, however, he found nothing to shoot. The soldier had run away, either in fear or in need of backup. Whatever the reason Ryogo didn't particularly care. He quickly ran over to the two downed soldiers and grabbed their machine guns. "Alright," he grinned as he slung a strap over each shoulder, "Now we're talking firepower! Ugly aliens, crazy soldiers, messed-up tournament: take your best shot, cause Ryogo's ready to party!"
        With newfound enthusiasm Ryogo rushed out of the cafeteria.
        A minute later he rushed back through it, this time going out the way he hadn't come in, still greatly enthused but now slightly embarrassed.
OOC: For those who care Ryogo now has a first aid kit and two machine guns       
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Anoat
RTT: Bowser
Posts: 96
(6/3/02 4:44:47 pm)
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Re: Round One
"What THE HECK ARE you, anyway?" Conker finally uttered.
"I told you already, I am Bowser, King of the Koopas!" Bowser howled.
Conker was delighted. "Hey, guess what? I'm a king too! What about you Kazzamonkey? Are you a king too?"
"My name is Yamazki..." he said pulling himself off the floor. "...and I am...not a king."
"Nah nah nah nah nah, we're kings and you aren't!" Bowser and Conker laughed together.
Yamazaki pushed the two animals against the wall and pressed at their throats with his katana. "You two are my teammates, as pitiful as that may sound. Just because of that reason, don't think I would hesitate to kill the both of you."
"Uhhh...sure thing there sir." Conker squeamishly agreed.
Bowser, however, was not so easily intimated. At least not yet. Bowser thrust his arm and gripped Yamazaki by the throat. "Humans do not intimidate me, not plumbers, not samurais! If you EVER raise your weapon to me again, you'll get to know your ancestors FIRST HAND!" Bowser released the samurai.
A sly smile came across Yamakazi. "Your strength is great, even though your intelligence and finesse obviously are not. Perhaps you shall be useful yet." Yamazaki said as he sheathed his katana.
"Hey, what about me?" Conker inquired.
"You...are a squirrel."
"Hey, whats that supposed to mean?" Conker and Yamazaki began arguing, and they didn't notice Bowser sneak into the corner of the room and cry softly for a moment.
I can't believe I just did that! Boy, if Peach could have seen that...man I'm in a cold sweat...
"...ahem! Come on team, we'd better get moving!"
"Fungah, foiled again..."
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 17
(6/3/02 5:09:01 pm)
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Re: Round One
Krizak: Yeah, I guess that does help to specify, eh? Fixed it.
Geez, I'm just the klutz today - I can't seem to figure any of this stuff out! ^^
 Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics. Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~ Sponsored by Sylphid
Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change.
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 71
(6/3/02 5:09:51 pm)
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Act 1, Scene 6 - "Wall"
"Thundaga!"
"Spark Plasma!"
Two streams of lightning flew out from the young mages' fingers, blasting the two creepy aliens into creepy bits. Ivan slapped his hands together and smiled. "Looks like you know what you're doing there, Vivi."
"I-I've had some experience with these things... well, not those things in particular, but these - " he waved a hand, encompassing the entire room - " things."
"The tournaments? Heh. So what should we expect to see?"
"W-well... in my experience, you always end up attacking your friends, you can never expect what's coming next, and things always go wrong..."
"Sounds great. Let's get going!"
The two mages turned a corner, and Ivan stopped dead. Vivi stumbled to a halt and looked at him, the golden eyes taking on an inquisitive air.
"What's wrong?" Ivan waved him silent, and sent his mind probing out. Something was wrong here... Reveal... - THERE. Stretching out his staff, he fired out a stream of wind, connecting him to the black-clad figure hiding behind a crate - and scattering the crate over the wall. Flexing his fingers, he flung the Black Mage down the corridor and through a door. He made to follow up his attack, when the wall beside them began to vibrate. Vivi looked at him. "Uh.. s-should we move?"
"I think that would be a g-" - and the world exploded, as the wall blew outwards, and a spiked head on a long neck smashed into the wall, pinning Ivan where he stood...
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1 A-vote to Black Mage

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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