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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 64
(6/12/02 9:22:43 pm)
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Entropy
Link sat in his seat, "By Din....They're going to take him on..." The realization hit him like a brick being thrown from a truck. "He's been playing us the entire time....trying to become a god....its all he's wanted, with us simply being expendable pawns....we're fools..."
Aeris looked at Link. "You're right.....I wish there was something we could do..."
"So do I..."
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Errm, can I cast V-Votes on EVERYONE this round? its all so good...can't choose....*explodes*
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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 86
(6/12/02 9:35:11 pm)
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Resolutions
Gilder stared as Scarlett spoke the words he'd been thinking, that maybe they'd all been thinking since this penultimate round began. The damaged crystal was bathing the pyramidal chamber in fractured light, escaping from the crack in its side like blood from a wound. And slumped on the floor below it was Vivi's body, the selfless red mage who had done what the rest of them hadn't been able to, and make the first strike against their host at the cost of his own energy. Maybe they could continue that legacy, to take back their strength from the thrice-damned dragon who had brought them all here for his apparently selfish motivations.
The fighting, such as it was for the remaining competitors who for the most part had no wish to fight each other, had ceased abruptly as the red mage had drawn the magics towards him and unloaded their potential into the crystal. Now each of them stood and considered her words, the vocalisation of a feeling they might all have known.
"I'm with you."
Scarlett turned from her focused stare at the window, locking eyes with the host who stood pale-skinned behind his protective window. Gilder was balancing the moonstone pistol in one hand, slamming it into the other with a heavy sound.
"We've probably been lied to from the start of this whole thing," the gunman continued, looking sorrowfully down at the fallen red mage then up to the display window. "This dragon, or construct or whatever the hell he is has put us through a lot in this tournament. We've had old fears brought back to the surface, pasts we thought we'd dealt with thrown back in our faces, and forced to attack people we might have called friend in order to survive."
Slowly, Gilder reached up and pushed the spectacles that rode the bridge of his nose up onto his face, obscuring the darkened eyes and losing him his usual jaunty appearance.
"And for what? So he can become a god? I'm not going to let that happen - back home, I tried to stop men from gaining that kind of power because they would never use it right. I don't see him doing that should he gain it, either."
Gloved hands slammed a red moonstone cartridge into the pistol.
"And..." Gilder said slowly, aiming his weapon at the host's whitened face, "I've had enough. This ends now."
The trigger squeezed, the firebolt shot through the air and detonated explosively against the viewscreen which separated them. It held up to the low-lever elemental attack, but the faint scorching told them all that it wasn't indestructible, that the host wasn't protected from them entirely.
The third strike had been made.

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/12/02 9:45:06 pm
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 176
(6/12/02 9:59:03 pm)
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Stuck on the sidelines...
Delita watched in amazement. The last few days had gone by in a blur, his own reasons for wanting to continue in the tournament long since forgotten, thanks to the host's startling realization, and now this.
I know what it's like...how it feels to be used...he was using us all along...but...
"Fight, damn you! I..." His voice faltered, but Link and Aeris looked at him with understanding.
He wanted to go home, and those damn fools were going to keep him from it.
Ovelia...
In these recent moments of peace, Delita had learned what he wanted to know. Agrias had told him everything, and now he could tell his wife. Perhaps, when he got home, she would look at him as she had that day in the ruins of Zeltennia's old church. Adoration, maybe even love.
"If they don't fight, I might have to do some fighting for them..." Delita said softly, studying the sword at his hip...
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Part 1:
Ramirez
Gilder
Vivi
Part 2:
Ivan
Scarlett
Kaze
Good luck, everyone...
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 56
(6/12/02 10:45:36 pm)
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Re: Resolutions
I suppose I had better ask the question everyone's been thinking...
"Why in the seven layers of the hell that is Deep Sky did I accept this?" Ramirez muttered to himself. It was enough that he now knew the one person he gave a damn about in this tournament had no such care for himself, but now to face this blue-skinned, godlike figure? Well...quite a long way from where Gilgamesh had been, but nonetheless still much more powerful. Looking at the crystalline room, Ramirez did feel as though he had been trapped within a box, used and stared at like a gladiator in the Valuan arena. More than anything, the thought of his skills being seen as some cheap parlor trick...
Well. He didn't much mind, truthfully. But looking at Scarlett, whose eyes glistened with a fierce determination, what more could he do? He could not look her fully in the face, and yet had to honor what she desired. It was simply in him. Disobeying or evading someone you respected was difficult to do, and there was no one in this tournament, save Gilgamesh, that Ramirez had met to respect as deeply as Scarlett Welles.
I have no choice. She, in a way, is correct. I have been used by this dragon boy, somewhat- after all, I have been fighting for no other purpose than to save his life. Shall I now curtail it, with one fell swoop of the Ginken? Do I have that power? Certainly. Had I wanted to use it? No...
...but for her.
Ramirez clutched the spot on his shoulder where the blood still streamed, grimacing slightly. In his madness, he had punctured a tendon, which would require a potion or curative tonic. He wouldn't be able to hold both swords in his grip if it was bleeding this badly, so clutching the Muramasa was out. As he took a position by Scarlett and Gilder, though, he held the Ginken in his solid right hand, glancing to where they stared. "My place...is with my comrades...not because of any such tournament, but...because of their loyalty to me...and mine to them. Perhaps we were...deemed...Two On One, at the beginning of this, but I would rather use another...ter...terminology," he managed, panting past the severity of his wounds. He still bled and was pained, ached and was anguished. Yet he drew himself up a little more, and improvised on his lack of a useable left arm.
He put the Muramasa hilt on his lower lip, bit down, and held it unwaveringly, gritting out a vow.
"For the sake of Scarlett...and Gilder...I will stand with them," he said, locking his Ginken against the quivering bloody blade of the Muramasa. "I challenge you, dragon child, to help you retain such godhood. Ikuzo!"
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 97
(6/13/02 12:30:40 am)
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*drops dead*
Good god... *dies from reading overload*
*blinks* Ok...
Round 1
Scarlett
Ramirez
Vivi
Round 2
Glider
Ivan
Kaze
The final...
Two on One
(The hardest call I've ever had to make. I think. S4 final round was just as bad.)
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Lise closed her eyes, her mind awash in thoughts both light and dark. And foremost was the fact she had, in fact, never escaped her world in some respects. No matter where you go, where you hide, fight, live, or die... things always seem the same.
"Many seek the powers of gods, but many intentions are for ill! Trust only goes so far. But... we were forced to trust people who we did not know. I... have had to do that before. EVen to trust someone who once was among the enemy.
"However... its hard to sit still and watch, when you feel betrayal. I trusted. I lived, I lost. But I do feel the sting of betrayal now, as someone used us for their gain. Its sickening in a way, no matter the intent...
"Though, have I been any better?"
She blinked, looking at the blonde woman, and her two male companions.
"Hope is resolute. Ambitions, dreams, hopes, desires, wishes...
"Every being must have them, for good or ill.
"But together... everything seems to come out all right in the end. I only hope my trust in others isn't misplaced and that I may see my brother again."
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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 75
(6/13/02 12:50:08 am)
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Re: *drops dead*
Thusly is my die cast!
The gods smile upon team Two on One!
But, for oustanding devotion to their craft, and all-around kickassness,
1 Part One V-vote to Kaze
1 Part Two V-vote for Vivi
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 117
(6/13/02 1:04:42 am)
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Re: *drops dead*
One Victoly Vote to:
Ramirez
Gilder
Kaze
One Daravon Vote to:
Everyone else. May you be having of the Engrish until time's perpituity!
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 51
(6/13/02 1:07:14 am)
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Unlimited
EDIT: Having been rushed for time when I wrote this (for various reasons), I have now changed and added to it to be more in the spirit of what I intended.
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The Final Advent - II
Kaze looked down at where the red mage lay, lifeless on the floor of the cold chamber. He had been one for whom the purpose had meant everything...enough to give anything. In his mind, he saw the figures of Ai and Yuu overlap the body of the fallen mage; the children he had protected in the Inner World. No...it could have been any child who believed enough to know what was right.
And now, Ramirez had thrown down the gauntlet. It was to be war between them, between six bickering humanoids and one construct on the verge of self-made godhood.
The host's pale face was illuminated by the erratic glow emanating from the crystal. All traces of his former confidence and poise were now gone, his cool mask now replaced by one of utter irateness as he slammed the end of his pole staff into the metal floor.
"I honestly don't understand you people, really. It's a give and take thing - You give me your expended energy and in return, you hone your intelligence and fighting skills in ways you never thought possible. Is that not a fair trade?"
"I am sick and tired of this fucking game, dragon boy!" Scarlett shouted as she tramped across the chamber to meet him. Drawing back her hand, she slapped him across the face with such a rage that Ivan cringed. But aside from reflexive blinking, he did not flinch.
"Tell me, darling, do you think about the future much?" the dragon-winged youth asked, his face seemingly replaced in that moment by the candid expression he once wore. "Because at the rate you're going, you seem to have set upon a precarious perch." He waved his hand through the air and Scarlett felt herself picked up, as if on a cushion of air, and summarily set back down near her team. Amazingly enough, she maintained her balance, even with the stiletto heels she wore. "Just tell me, where do you think you get the authority to address me like that? I have not wronged you."
"Just where the hell do you get the authority to have done any of this?" Gilder retorted incredulously, stepping to Scarlett and Ramirez's side. “We’ve been on the edge of death for a week now, a new warzone every day.”
"But you were never in real danger of dying! Such is the purpose of my bracers!” The host held out his arms, his face in earnest. “Is it really a challenge you want so badly, so close to the end? I don’t want to do this. Why can’t we just shake hands and leave as friends, yourselves knowing that you have brought a saving boon to the dying?” His voice trembled in the room center’s low gravity. “Is it so hard to understand, to want to live? I think you’ve misinterpreted me, believing that my goal is to become a god, to amass great power. That isn’t so. My goal is to simply live, to have that basic right that all beings should have! The way I am designed, it takes that much energy to sustain me…”
Gilder eyed him curiously, hand upon his hip. “Even so, how do we know that you won’t hold more of these tournaments when you run out of steam again?”
“Such is the nature of my physiology; once I have reached fullness, I will be a self-perpetuating being forever. In a sense, it’s all or nothing. You must believe me! I bear you no malice!” He touched one of the crystal’s smaller cracks with his hand, fusing the fissure as if smoothing a sheet. “I just….don’t want to die. Please…help me fill that last two percent, the margin between my death and life…fight once more, one last time…” The five remained silent, pondering the call of charity that had been thrust so suddenly upon them, each weighing the tournament in their own mind; what the harrowing experience had meant to them.
Only with our blood and ether can he lay hold on that which we take for granted by its very nature. Ivan’s mind swam with the duality of both pity and anger, not knowing whether to raise a hand in hate or slit his own wrists for the sake of giving that man life. That’s it…it’s Vivi’s dilemma. A created being with a heart and soul, fighting the bindings of its own making, the act of living its own reward. The room remained soundless and motionless except for the hum of the crystal, but one stirred in the back, almost unnoticeable. Slowly, with certainty, he stepped into the area of the crystal's cast light, an inky blot with a straight face that surpassed peace or anger.
Ivan was the first to notice, then Gilder, and finally Scarlett and Ramirez saw him walk forward, black cape whipping in the wind released from the cracked crystal. He stopped several meters in front of where the pallid boy stood, raising his wings intimidatingly. The atmosphere could have been sliced with a slash from the Ginken in those minutes.
"Now what? Oh, you...the nameless one. What, do you have a lecture for me too? At least you have good reason; I spirited you away against your will. But everything I told you at that time was truth. Like yourself, I have no name; I am unfinished, much as your tasks remain unfinished. I’ve waited so long for this day, for my name – a name is so much more than just a word; it’s your identity, the way by which all others come to identify you. We’re more kindred than you think. As I said to you then, ’You ensure your survival regardless of the cost to things and people around you.’ Your worst accusation against me would be our shared folly. So, what'll it be? Have any choice comments for me, Kuroki Kaze?" The host stood solid as a fortress, eyeing the taciturn gunman.
"Just one." Kaze raised his head and for the first time Ivan could remember, gave a hint of a smile. The host waited, observing the five conscious warriors suspiciously.
"I've chosen the appropriate soil for the likes of you!!!" From underneath his cape, Kaze produced the Demon Gun once again, fully transformed. Ivan's face lit up as he realized what was happening. Gilder smiled as he scratched his chin.
Bastard's gonna hog all the credit, too..
"A memory of strife and judgement! Tempest Grey!" Pulling a bulllet from his belt, he slapped it into the first chamber as the host's hands danced with a sparkling energy.
"The cry that destroys the heavens! Horizon Gold!" He threw back his mantle in a sweeping gesture as he raised the shining bullet to the gun. It may be the last time...
"And finally, the will of the gods, before which all must bow! Angel White!" The final bullet was accepted as the gun whirred to life once again. The room dimmed and a black energy seemed to crackle around the gun, jumping from the mellow golden surface to the walls and ceiling.
We are both nameless, you and I...and to us, survival is paramount. So I will fight one last time...against you. For you. That is my answer.
Kaze...his mind is in turmoil! Ivan reached out with his mind to touch the thoughts of the Black Wind once more. He wanted to help, but the lightning nipped at him and scarred the floor around the gunman. In the darkness of the room, Scarlett could see for the first time the black heart with iridescent veins that beat within a crystal orb on the Demon Gun. It was beating faster and faster, as if on an adrenaline rush, and she heard the pumping sound, felt it in the darkest reaches of her soul.
I never wanted to be a hero. I never meant to be one, to do good, to protect people. But along the way, some of that just so happened to come to pass. You looked at me, stranger that I am, and counted me a friend; a comrade, even though I made no such gesture. You learned from my Eidolons, your actions spoke volumes about you. Perhaps if none of my past had ever happened, I could be your friends too.
To have the honor of defending you as my final duty...it makes me proud. I...
He pulled the trigger.
"Triumph! Lord of Eidolons...Bahamut!!!"
A harsh roar shook the room to the foundations as the demon gun erupted, not in smoke this time, but scintillating white flame. The room was lit by a scorching light, and Ivan thought he could see swirling beams of white, gold, and grey within the fire cloud as he squinted.
As the flames died away, Ramirez marveled to see a mighty dragon rear back its massive head, charging a ball of energy in the space between its fang-lined jaws. It looked down in judgement upon the host and crystal, its flickering eyes burning with the wisdom of the ages.
"So that's how it is..." The host nodded his head in resignment. "That's how it is..." Tightening his fists, the energy he had been gathering in his hands flared to the room's high ceiling, ripping the coat and shirt from his white body and consuming them instantly.
Kaze's visible eye softened as Bahamut's roar shook the station to its foundations. "It ends here." As if on cue, the Mega Flare burst from the Dragon King's mouth, heading straight toward the young construct and his life-saving crystal.
The draconian man raised his hands on high, body bristling with soul energy. The Mega Flare seemed to hold at the bidding of his fingertips, illuminating the chamber like a dread and terrible sun, the offspring of the gargantuan dragon god in their midst. Now two dragon gods.
"Pain!" Ivan shut his mind and fell backward in recoil as the light expanded to cover the entire room. The heat was intense, so much that the yound adept shivered as he watched his robes burn in the purity of the light. Ramirez bowed, raising his Ginken's blade to his forehead.
"It is finished!!!" The host cried out in a loud voice, piercing the blinding flare's light, and from that moment, all faded away into the obscurity of infinite space.
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Soil! My strength! Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 6/13/02 5:49:13 pm
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 154
(6/13/02 1:13:31 am)
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Final Round Has Ended
Well, I'm going to have to take a while for the final post, due to *glares at competitors* unforeseen circumstances.
Oh, and Soujiro? GET ON AN IM NOW!
 ~ 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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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 53
(6/13/02 1:18:40 am)
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Re: Unlimited
Wow. x_x I completely missed this and the other day's tournament. I'm so sorry guys... I was busy caught up translating some information from my character's game. It was really interesting. o___o holy crap. I didn't know Maria suffered from NIDS. Evil.
Anyways. I know Krizak just said the round is over, but, I thought I'd post something about my character watching, at least. :P No votes, sorry.
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Shadow (From LONG time before, on page one) was still confused as to what Ryo meant about having a Capsule Doll of Super Sonic. (Why wasn't there a Super Shadow? :p Heh.) He guessed the blue furball was indeed as popular as he was for being confused with Sonic. Pah, like it mattered anymore.
Shadow looked up at the screens, watching intently throughout the entire ordeal. Not once needing any refreshments, as he was more concerned if he would actually make it 'back home' or not. He didn't wish to leave such a beautiful place, but this entire tournament opened his eyes, making him feel he wanted to continue his life back where he lived... And, perhaps, find someone to be with, who cared, like Maria did.
His cheeks flushed slightly at the thought. [i]'I never realised how much I could want to stay on the planet, but all I want is a place to call 'Home'...[/i]
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(Thanks to thissideupxl for images!)
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AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 75
(6/13/02 1:24:54 am)
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SQUIRRELS GONE WILD!
"Man this sucks." said Conker.
Amethyst turned back to Conker. "What, being sucked dry from the bracelet to create a new god?"
"No! The acting! I mean come ON! Why'd they pick HER to play as Scarlett?"
"Conker. It's supposed to be them. This is live." remarked the Koopa King, eating a Hot Dog.
"Whatever. HEY BEER MAN! WHERE'S MY F@%&ING BOOZE!" Conker yelled out, causing others to shush him. A ring of a cell phone interupted the movie.
"Hold on, it's me! Hello? Heeeeeeey, what's up Frank? Yeah? No shit! No f@%ing way! I can't believe it. Yeah. Uh huh. Hey Frank could you hold on ONE second? I'm about to receive an ass whooping." Conker did indeed receive an ass whooping, in which caused his mouth to be duct taped shut.
"Well, you won't be needing this popcorn anymore since your mouth is shut! Yoink!" Bowser took Conker's popcorn.
"Muff Mew." mumbled Conker. "Muff miff, Merr mowing maway." Conker walked out of theater room. He glanced to his right noticing another room. Conker ripped off the duct tape, feeling pain all over his face.
"I wonder what else is playing?" Conker stepped in the room, noticing a few other people there. The squirrel looked up at the screen, realizing it's him.
"What the?" his voice echoed throughout the room in surround sound. He waved his hand, and oddly so did his reflection on the screen.
"I'm watching myself, watch himself, watch himself, watch myself. Weird." Conker left from the room, noticing the name on the door.
"RUROUNI TAIKAI TACTICS. I'm being filmed. I feel so... Manipulated. I know what this means though... ROYALTIES!" Conker's eyes turned to dollar signs at the thought. "But first to see what else they are playing." Conker sat down into another room, soft music playing. After a few minutes the previews came.
Bright yellow words appeared "ONE MAN. ONE GOAL. TOO MANY FUCKING MINES." Powerful orchestra played in the background.
A narrator voice sounded off. "Stuck, in a world of deceit..."
"But these mines must be swept! It's for the good of the future!" yelled a yellow smiley face. A face with a beard and an angry expression answered back.
"I don't give a damn about the future!"
"Only one person can change the future..."
"Don't trust the numbers." added a smiley in sunglasses.
"And he plans to change it..."
"Who are you!? Who are you!?" screamed a smiley with a pink bow and lipstick.
"One level at a time."
"Yo! Cheese dick!" said a normal looking smiley in Bruce Cambell's voice. Loud music started to play as scenes rapidly changed.
"MINESWEEPER. This time, the mines won't know what them. Rated R." JUNE 30TH flashed on the screen.
"Now THAT movie is going to suck." Conker yelled as the next preview appeared.
"Touchmyself Pictures presents..." The preview was nothing but insanely loud rap music, cars crashing, stuff blowing up, and hot looking girls in bikinis.
"HELLO KITTY. Rated G."
Hello Kitty appeared in the screen for a second, only to say "Meow!".
"I don't know what the f#$% just happened, but if it has cars, shit blowing up, and chicks, then it's MY kind of movie!" The next preview showed.
"Four Warriors of light. United to save a world. Armed with wits, ability, skill, and most importantly, swords."
"I LIKE SWORDS!" screamed out a man in red armor.
The scene shifted into Garland's dungeon.
"LIT1 MUTHA FUGGA!" yelled Black mage.
"Hey! I know that guy!" yelled out Conker from the back.
"The world has never been in such peril. And this was AFTER these guys showed up."
"You GP or your HP!"
"8-bit: The movie. It has pie. Rated PG-13."
The preview closed out with "SQUISHIES!" reverberating in the room.
"That movie is going to be the f@#%ing bomb!" Conker exclaimed. Suddenly the lights went back on. The other people in the room started to leave.
"What the? They ONLY play previews? Where's the movie? This place is weird!" Conker left and went back into the original screening room.
"Hey, what did I miss?"
"Mostly just shouting and screaming. The usual." Bowser sipped a nearly empty "KING" size soda.
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And my v-vote goes to...
TWO ON ONE!
While Kaze did a hell of a good job last round, I felt that Scarlett and Ramirez really did well. You be winnin like a mofo.
EDIT: Great, I take forever and a day to think of some funny parodies, and this is what I get. HUMOR TAKES TIME!
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!" Edited by: AsylumXKP at: 6/13/02 1:36:35 am
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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 76
(6/13/02 1:33:52 am)
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Re: Final Round Has Ended
In the theater, the six screens flared white. Murmurs and grumbles ran through the crowd. Amethyst leaned back and lifted a small glass of champagne towards one screen.
"Humanity - no, intelligence - is marvelous. Underestimate it at your peril, for it has means to surprise even the most prepared."
He smiled, and downed the glass.
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I can't honestly say I saw the twist coming, but surely you can't have been at least a little prepared for such an occurance? Remember what happened in the final round of RT1?
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 118
(6/13/02 1:58:18 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
*Garai grins and eats more candy.*
Garai: I was worried there for a bit...at first I thought that he might just flush all of us out into an interdimensional void or something just out of sheer pique. Or maybe just starve and torture us, and then flush us out into the interdimensional void right before we died...
*A most unwelcome image of 33 bodies floating in space appears before his eyes, looks of horror on their emancipated faces. All of them are as thin as skeletons, and blood vessels have exploded all throughout their bodies due to explosive decompression. They are horrors to behold, even in the mind's eye...*
Garai: Ugh...but, he hasn't done that, so I guess he's a better being than that. But it annoys me that he has been draining us this entire time without telling us...sucking our very essence out of us like someone juicing an orange!
*Another unwelcome image floats before Garai's eyes...that of a tiny Garai being thrown into a gigantic blender by an oversized host and sealed in. The host grins and presses the puree button...a tinny scream echoes for an instant, and then there is nothing but reddish paste. Again, the oversized host grins...then drinks it from the container. The host licks his lips and his grin becomes even wider...then grabs the next person and throws them in...*
Garai: Ugh...another disturbing image. Damn, I've got to stop doing that!
*Garai eats more candy and begins grinning again about this whole round...*
~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: 6/13/02 1:59:47 am
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 155
(6/13/02 2:06:13 am)
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Damn it all!
Alright, people, I'm sorry, but it's going to be a while before I can create my final post for this round. You see, before I can continue, I must speak to Soujiro about his post, where the host is, for some reason, completely and totally evil. And since he appears to have gone offline for the night, I have to wait for him to return... I'm sorry about this final delay, but I really have no choice...
 ~ 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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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 171
(6/13/02 3:41:50 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
*wakes up*
*looks at votes*
Well, bar private voting, I've lost.
Can't say I didn't see it coming. Maybe if myself and Sylph had been able to stay on for more of the last round, we could have pulled it back... but shit happens. Sucks a bit to lose to sleep - feels a little like I'll be losing to myself, but hey.
Feh.

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 62
(6/13/02 5:11:28 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
Well, final round V-Votes go to Disciples of Wind.
Edited by: Kyo at: 6/13/02 7:55:37 am
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Curley WEAPON
RTT: Cinder
Posts: 44
(6/13/02 6:03:06 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
Blarg. Redux of Round One. I didn't catch up until the round ended. Oh well(I've said that a lot this tournament haven't I?).
Good luck to team Two on One. I didn't keep track of all the votes, but I feel you three did the best this round, as well as most of the tournament.
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Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 963
(6/13/02 6:15:41 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
Baka.
You said that my votes were based on a grudge? No, no. Although my character may not have liked certain other characters, and it may have influenced some A-votes, the V-votes were completely my doing, and I have no grudge against 2 on 1.
The decision was incredibly tough, especially because I couldn't go on later in the night to see how the third round came out. It was really hard to decide. Everybody's writing was so good, it took a while. Finally, I came up with Disciples of Wind.
Please understand that there is no grudge against anybody in the tournament. I can't understand how somebody can think that. I just thought that although both teams had written exceedingly well, yours was just a tiny bit better. That's why I voted for you guys.
That is why we're supposed to vote for people, right?
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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
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(6/13/02 6:32:24 am)
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You're right. No one reads these things.
Bugen: Baka tends to sell himself a bit short at times. As do many of us. While others will swear up and down that the writing was fantastic, we know, or at least think we know, that it was crap, unfit to grace a forgotten personal website.
*EDIT* Yup, yup, whee! *poof*
Edited by: Dareon at: 6/13/02 8:19:59 am
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
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(6/13/02 6:52:47 am)
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*shrug*
(EDITED, because I have some severe inability to read.)
Edited by: Kyo at: 6/13/02 6:56:17 am
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