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AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 35
(6/3/02 5:11:43 pm)
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Koopa Conker Kamikaze Crazy Train
And so, the three contestants, three ODD contestants, walked through the hall keeping an eye out for the enemy.
"Why did you two take me away from my sweet, sweet death?"
Conker looked at the samurai funny. "It's because we love ya man. You're really cool, and this team would just be an emotional mess without you. Oh yeah, and plus if you died WE'D BE F#$#ING DEAD TOO!"
Bowser mumbled something about a stupid squirrel.
"You say something lunchbox?" he snapped.
Bowser fumbled. "Lu-lunchbox? What the heck is a lunchbox?"
"A lunch box is a small container used to contain food, I.E. Lunches." Conker said with a voice that would rival the nerdiness of any other scientist voice. "On the other hand, lunch box can also refer to someone if they are a large ass who manages to take up half the hallway. Muh-hey!"
"I AM NOT FAT! YOU WILL RETRACT YOUR COMMENT!"
"Well, you are a bit pudgy there king." Said Yamazaki, taking light of the situation.
"You guys are lame! I am not fat! It's the shell, okay? It's OVERSIZED!"
"Heh, an oversized shell, think he's-- The f@#% was that?" Conker was interupted. Right down the end of the corridor was the team Two on One.
"Hey, hey, that chick in the pink number is a hottiiieeeee!" Conker mused, poking Yamazaki.
Bowser stared the other team down. "They are in our way. Shall we 'Cut' ourselves a path?"
Conker laughed, and pulled out his Rocket launcher. "Hahaha, leave this to me!"
The rocket flew down the corridor, it's launch alerting the opposing team. They all tried to dodge, but were still caught in the blast. Scarlett flew into a room on the left, while the other two went down the hall to the right.
"Now THAT is how you clear a room!" conker put away the rocket launcher and calmly walked towards the downed team.
"Da-amn..." Conker said while passing the wreckage. "Oh? They're still alive? No matter."
"I've got to get me one of those!" Bowser commented.
---LIST OF PAIN---
Vital Blow on Scarlett! (2 damage points!)
Vital Blow on Ramirez!
Vital Blow on Gilder!
Used 33 SP Total!
=== Lvl 1 Adept. 5 Attack Votes, 4 Reversal Votes, 27 Special Points ===
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!"
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Munkwunk
RTT: Onion Kid Dath
Posts: 1099
(6/3/02 5:25:33 pm)
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Re: Round One
"Kid? Kid? Hmpf! That's ONION Kid to you, chirp-face!"
"Just how the hell did you come to be called an Onion Kid anyway, kid?" Falco snapped. "Some childhood game of fantasy?"
"No, dummy, it's FATE! I was oen fo the four warriors destined to save the world, and that's exactly what I did! Hmpf. What have YOU done for the universe lately?"
The boy was obviously unaware of who he was talking to. Before the avian could respond with a characteristically caustic remark, Dath found himself dragged to the ground, being told to shut his trap, one of Falco's hands clasped over his mouth.
"Quiet, kid. Look," Falco pointed down the hall. Two small eyes followed his finger, and at the end he saw a grotesque creature tearing the limbs off of a marine. "Don't make a noise, kid, I'll take care of this."
"DAMMIT! STOP CALLING ME A KID! I'LL SHOW YOU!"
The monster's head snapped around, focusing its single eye on the pair, a mangled arm dangling from its maw. It opened its mouth and released a blood-curdling yell, the marine's arm dropping to the floor in a pool of blood and ooze.
"Great, just great! Now it's seen us!" Falco shouted as he opened fire with his gun, landing blow after blow against the alien, but its tough skin absorbed the brunt of the impact with each shot.
In a wink, Dath dashed down the hall toward the creature, forcing Falco to cease fire in fear of shooting his own team mate in the back -- something he was undoubtedly tempted to do. The alien charged Dath, swinging a clawed arm at the boy, but was too slow for his young reflexes. A quick dodge and downward slash of the Onion Kid's sword found the clawed arm laying on the ground beside the marine's.
The creature howled in pain, stunned for just enough time for Dath to thrust his sword into the alien's single eye, instantly blinding it. By then, Falco had the time to reposition himself and fire off the finishing shot; the alien fell to the ground, lifeless.
"NOW do you believe me?" Dath puffed out his chest, trying his best to look important.
Falco huffed, refusing to give a response. "Let's go, kid. We've another teammate to find."
"Argh! Don't call me KID!"
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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 20
(6/3/02 5:49:58 pm)
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Re: Round One
Crap...very, very...very late...stupid school....
******
Link took in his surroundings. "Navi...what've you gotten us into this time? Would you listen to me for once next time?"
"Nope!"
"Great...thanks...well, lets find this 'team' of ours...." Link pulled the Master Sword out of its sheath, and readied his shield. "We must protect ourselves...if you sense anything, be sure to let me know...we can't have anything sneaking up on....AUUUGH, WHAT IN HYRULE IS THAT?!?!" Link jumped out of the way of something that could only be described as a monster. It was a human in a white lab coat from the head down...but its head was replaced by some kind of beast...and its hands malformed into tentacles.
"This is bad..." Link strafed to the sideof the beast. As strong as it seemed to be, it was slow. Link took advantage of this fact as he rushed around back and swiftly lopped one of its arms off....but the swing left him unprepared for its other arm. Link was thrown across the room, slamming hard into a wall. He looked up, only to see the spot he had just been standing completely sprayed with some sort of projectile...which made a loud "bang"
"Out of the frying pan...." Link jumped to his feet, hoping the oddly dressed man who had just so easily destroyed the beast he was fighting wouldn't notice him....
"Back off Link you guys!!! He'll beat you all!!!"
"What the hell....is that....?" one of the military guys looked in Navi's direction, and she flew right toward Link.
"Yeah! He's the hero of time! You don't stand a chance!!!"
"Navi...learn to shut...EEP!!" Link dove at the ground as the wall behind him was sprayed with bullets. I know...I'll hold my shield in front of me to block them...
Link jumped up, holding his shield in front of him and making his way toward the heavily armed men in front of him.
*CRACK*
A bullet slammed into Link's shield, going straight through it and barely missing the green-clad swordsman as he dove at the ground. By Din...what are those things? Link rolled on the ground, trying to move as quickly as he could, before jumping behind a large console and readying his bow.
Lets see how my arrows fare against those weapons...
The Hero of Time rolled out to the side of the console, landing clean on one knee and with an arrow already aiming straight at one of the three men. He released it, and it flew straight at one of them. The man jumped almost out of the way, the arrow only serving to knock a small metallic object off a round green thing attached to his vest.
"Oh Shi...." The man didn't even have time to finish his sentance. All three men were engulfed in a large explosion, completely incinerating the three men, and slamming Link against a wall, knocking him completely unconcious for the second time that day...
 Edited by: Cirrus Velious at: 6/3/02 6:06:58 pm
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Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 30
(6/3/02 6:04:46 pm)
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scene-o four-o
Ryogo walked down yet another corridor, although in all fairness this one was much nicer than the first. Alright, so no it wasn't, but Ryogo was in much higher spirits. Okay, so not really, but he wasn't wetting his pants in fear and that was a start.
Ryogo was starting to get very sick of this place. So far all he'd seen was soldiers, aliens, and a dead scientist. If there really was a tournament he had no idea where it was. These were Ryogo's thoughts when he finally found another one of the contestants, a kid of all things.
He was obviously another stranger to this place, dressed not like a scientist or a soldier, but like a knight from the medieval EC. Ryogo still had no idea who'd brought him here, but if he was recruiting kids for his little game he was either nuts or just plain sadistic. "Hey, kid," Ryogo called out, walking towards the boy. The kid turned to face him with a petulant look on his face, but before he could speak a movement behind him diverted Ryogo's attention.
Behind the kid another figure was emerging from the shadows, a weird man-bird thing carrying a gun. Ryogo didn't know much about his new settings, but he still knew what an alien looked like. "Duck kid!" he yelled, raising both machine guns and firing. The gun in his right hand fired normally, but the one in his left activated his newly acquired ZoomI battle skill, firing a precise shot which nailed the monster in the leg.
The alien fell over in pain and Ryogo rushed over to the kid. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, kneeling to see eye to eye with the boy.
"What do you think you're doing?" the boy yelled with surprising anger. Before Ryogo could react he ran over to the wounded alien and helped it back to its feet.
"Huh?" Ryogo replied, completely confused, "But I just saved you from that alien."
"This isn't an alien, you idiot!" the boy yelled, "This is my teammate!"
This information took a second to sink in, but once it did Ryogo's confused look was replaced by a sheepish one. "Oops," he said, "Sorry. You see I saw him and thought that he… I mean you were all… and he… he's a big bird, for God's sake! That's not normal!"
"The only thing 'not normal' here is you," the bird growled as he slowly stood up.
"Sorry," Ryogo repeated. He also stood up and turned to leave, but a sudden thought prompted him to stay. "Hey, you guys are on a team, right?"
"Yeah," the kid answered, "I'm Dath and this is Falco."
"Do you guys have a third?" Ryogo asked.
"Not yet," Falco replied, his eyes still angry.
"You wanna check these things?" Ryogo continued, pointing to his bracer. Dath shrugged and walked over to Ryogo. The two compared their new jewelry, but it turned out that they didn't match. "Huh," Ryogo shrugged, "Too bad. Guess I still have to keep looking."
"Good," Falco growled, "Because I want nothing more to do with you, fool."
"Okay," Ryogo said, holding his hands in front of him and backing off, "My bad. Look I'll see you around, okay?" Dath and Falco just stared at him angrily as the wanzer pilot slowly backed away and around the nearest corner. Quickly pushing the incident out of his mind Ryogo continued on his way, suddenly very keen on finding his teammates.
1 A-Vote against Falco
Leg Shot against Falco (9 SP)
Edit: Because Ryogo only has one right arm
Edited by: Switchblade at: 6/3/02 6:09:57 pm
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Darkken
RTT - Yamazaki Shinnosuke
Posts: 15
(6/3/02 6:18:16 pm)
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Samurai Meets an Elvish Boy
As the strange trio walked onwards, bickering about unimportant matters, the ground suddenly shook, and a loud, muffled sound came from one of the side corridors.
"Another explosion?" Yamazaki mused, his eyes sharpening. He turned to the direction where the sound came. "You go onwards", he said. "I'll go take a look. I'll catch up with you later."
Without waiting for an answer, only giving the two animals an icy stare, he ran towards the direction of the sound of the explosion. It didn't take him long to reach his destination.
As he studied the room with his calculating eyes, among the first thing he noticed was the body of a young man.
"Is he still alive?" he wondered aloud, looking at the body for signs of life. Closer study showed that he was clearly breathing, and that his wounds were not major. His strange, forest-green clothing, as well as the pointy ears, showed his foreign origin, and the bracer was a sign that he was a competitor.
Slowly, he pulled his katana from his sheath. He wouldn't get another chance to kill him so easily. One stab through the heart, and it would be all over. His sword loomed over the boy, but he didn't strike.
Why won't I kill him?
The man was nothing but an obstacle. Not killing him would only cause trouble to Yamazaki and his team. Why, then, could he not just kill him where he lay?
Because it would be unfair.
Yamazaki chuckled to himself. He had killed a lot of people... why was this one any special? Perhaps it was the nature of this contest. Maybe he felt that each of the contestants should have a fair chance, that killing someone like this, when he didn't even have an adequate chance to defend himself, was wrong.
How weak of me.
Yamazaki drew backwards, still looking at the boy intensely. Suddenly, he started moving. He opened his eyes, and with applaudable speed, he jumped up, drawing his sword.
"Who are you?" he asked in a cold voice.
"Do you want to fight?" Yamazaki asked, his eyes cold and resolute. "I, Yamazaki Shinnosuke, stand ready to fight you."
"Any time." Link said. Suddenly, he let out a groan, as he felt his left knee failing. He fell on his knees, still holding the sword.
"Forget it", Yamazaki said simply, turning around and sheathing his sword.
"What?" Link asked, his eyes sharpening. Was this a trick?
Yamazaki looked at him. In rapid succession, he was handed a second perfect chance. He doubted the boy was a match for him even in full health, but now, immobile, his victory would be certain. So why...
Damn it.
"Go find your team", Yamazaki said. "I don't fight with the wounded and helpless - that would be boring." And with that, he walked away, leaving the young man stare after him, perplexed.
I won't fight him until I've found the willpower to kill him while he's helpless.
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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 6:25:32 pm
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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 37
(6/3/02 6:20:11 pm)
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Re: Round One
Gilder swore as the rocket slammed into the far wall, pulverising it instantly and blasting fragments of rock and metal throughout the corridor. He lurched as he felt a small sheet rip through his coat and slice his arm, and vaguely saw Ramirez's form tumbling behind him as they both flew through the air and crashed to the ground in a graceless heap. He could vaguely hear the chirrupy voice of the oversized squirrel as they passed, but was too stunned to move as they did so.
"Gilder," Ramirez's voice asked softly, "do you see Scarlett anywhere?"
"Hmmm... aaaahhh... yeah, there she is," the gunman eventually replied with a low moan, seeing the blonde-haired figure who'd apparently been blasted in the other direction. "Damn, I think she's knocked out cold and it looks like she's bleeding."
Ramirez slowly stood, dust and mortar flowing off his rising form and creating a surreal halo. "You're the gunman, give me covering fire while I tend to her injuries. Again."
Gilder shook his head to clear his ears of the explosion's effect, then nodded. Rising himself, he drew the elemental pistol once more and pressed his back against the corner of the next corridor in preparation for the strike. "Ready?" he whispered.
The swordsman nodded.
As the Silvite rose and charged across the gap to get to Scarlett, Gilder span and turned into the corridor and aimed at the two figures in front of him - the swordsman seemed to have gone on alone to somewhere else. The big squirrel noticed him first and turned to attack with the rocket launcher again, obscenely shouting "You want some more, huh? You want some mooooore?", but Gilder fired before he got a chance to.
The ice water leapt from the moonstone pistol in a long arc, splashing against the barrel and freezing it solid before Conker could fire the thing again. Colourful swearing turned the air blue. The other, something that resembled a giant turtle began to rush him but it was a physical fighter and Gilder didn't plan on giving him the chance to get close enough.
Aiming downwards, he held in the trigger and braced the pistol against his body as the entire floor of the corridor filled with icy water which rapidly set. The squirrel and the turtle were held solidly in place by the clinging ice, although Gilder could tell by the slowly developing cracks that it wouldn't take them long to break free.
"Ramirez!" he shouted back into the other room. "How is she?"
"Better, but in no condition for fighting just yet," the swordsman replied walking behind him and supporting the groggy engineer with an arm over her shoulders. "I'd advise you get her out of this place - you're no close combat fighter, and I am more than capable of handling this situation."
"A-alright, pal," Gilder replied, glancing back at the immobilised figures and taking Scarlett's weight onto his own shoulders, as he moved her away from the destruction zone as quickly as possible. "Stay alive, yeah?"
"I have never intended anything else," Ramirez stated simply, turning to face the immobilised pair and readying his blade. "This is my fight, Gilder. I never lose my battles."
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EDIT: I realise my post and TenshiKain's don't exactly fit together, but since you have to describe your votes this round I'm going to let this stand. Consider TK's version of events the true ones for future continuity, okay?
A-Votes and Leg Shots to Conker and Bowser.
1 A-Vote, 4 R-Votes, 2 SP remaining.

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/3/02 6:49:15 pm
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 74
(6/3/02 6:26:17 pm)
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Word...
Delita Hyral studied the hilt of his sword indifferently, hitting the flat of the blade against his armored shoulder as his foot tapped an identical rhythm.
Well, this is certainly exciting…
A sudden explosion at the far end of the corridor in which he stood shook him out of his thoughts, but did little more to damage the Holy Knight’s cool façade. Unconcernedly, he slowly pushed himself up away from the wall and raised his shield.
Almost instantly, a pair of men backed through the fiery hole that had been created by the blast, and a bizarre-looking monster followed. The men fired their high-powered guns at the green-scaled, one-eyed beast as it charged them, claws flailing, and seemed to have gained the upper hand against their lone adversary, but failed to notice Delita’s approach.
“Lightning Stab,” the knight muttered disinterestedly, raising his sword and swinging it down in a sharp curve.
Bolts of magic shot up through the floor, frying the men and their ferocious enemy where they stood.
Delita had learned some time ago that none of the individuals, monster, soldier or otherwise, were to be reasoned with, as evident from the attacks he had witnessed.
He actually preferred it that way.
Stepping over the smoking corpses, Delita continued his search for his so-called ‘team.’
If they’re out there getting hurt, and draining my energy, I’ll beat the hell out of them.
The irony of this thought brought a sour chuckle from the knight, who decided that if they were being hurt, it was probably best to hurry and help them.
Force me to rely on other people…stupid draconic bastard.
Obviously annoyed at the whole situation, Delita hopped through the gaping hole in the wall.
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 13
(6/3/02 6:34:29 pm)
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Ginken Bloodlust
Yes, you get a little closer...
As the wreckage smoldered in the hall, Ramirez wiped a thin stream of blood from above his left eyebrow, grunting a little. That explosion- whatever it had been- had been rather powerful, enough to punch against his Silvite aura and send him slamming into a niche in the hall where he and his two teammates had been a moment prior. And whoever had done the deed- whether by spell or some technological terror- had very much done a fine job of doing so. His arm was burned, and to such a degree that it stung to hold it. Abrasions from the rocks had thinly sliced his forehead and cheek, and part of his shirt was torn to reveal a reddened section of chest. But even that wouldn't protect them from the ghastliness he was about to inflict.
Ramirez was...angry.
The smoke began to clear, and he heard Scarlett groan from where she lay up the hall. A cough came from Gilder, who lay struggling to rise as the attackers came up the hall. From where he limped in the shadows and ash, Ramirez could see them. One was small, holding something heavy and smoking- and that was enough to set Ramirez off. He seethed as the thing- a red squirrel, of all bloody existence- walked ahead of a larger beast. A spiked...turtle, or dragon? The little twerps...they had the gall to use such a weapon on him? Such a bastardization of Silvite technology? He set his jaw as they spoke, spotting them overseeing the wreckage where Gilder and Scarlett lay.
"Oh? They're still alive? No matter," the first one said, walking through.
"I've got to get me one of those!" the turtle commented, his massive frame moving ahead. Behind them, Ramirez could see someone else coming; his aura was different, sending a much more varied wave against Ramirez's Silvite innate. But he didn't care for that one at the moment- the anger of the swordsman was directed at the two unfortunate creatures- nonhumans, at that, nonhumans!- and his rage was justified by another grunt as Gilder attempted to rise.
Ramirez bit back the pain with a gnash of his lower lip, and grabbed the jagged part of his Ginken with his free hand. He stepped from the shadows upon a ghostly breeze, whipping silver-white hair out of his face to reveal murderously shining eyes. The squirrel skidded to a halt, yelling something foul as the more tremendous beast bellowed in surprise. Ramirez half-closed his eyes, swinging the blade forward viciously in a straight-down vertical cut. The squirrel leapt frantically from the warpath, the closure too great for him to use the rocket launcher, and as a result, the Ginken nipped a deep bite into his fluffy red tail.
"Yeeeeaaaaii! Son of a-" the squirrel yowled, clutching his tail as he hopped aside. The Ginken was not yet sated, Ramirez knew, and darkly acknowledged its bloodlust. As the squirrel rolled off to the side, struggling to get in range of a blast, Ramirez took a lunging left step forward and thrust with the blade in his left hand, yelling in red-visioned fury to stab it to the giant lizard's soft yellow underbelly. But his target swung around, suddenly, and the Ginken ringed dully against a spiked shell more powerful than a Hunter's Shield. The impact did not even phase the creature, though the tip of the Ginken succeeded in cracking a spike, and Ramirez stumbled back a pace, baring his teeth in a tight, feral and mirthless grin.
Monsters. Creatures of Deep Sky...
Ramirez heard Scarlett groan behind him, and summarily took two paces back to stumble in front of her slowly rising form. He waved away the ashen mist of the wreckage with a flurry of his hand, and saw the squirrel and his bestial comrade reunite as the third moved tentatively from the debris-filled hallway. The Silvite's eyes moved towards Gilder, who now stood up, holding his side. He didn't look as bad, but Ramirez had to wonder what condition Scarlett fared in. Ramirez decided on something, swiftly, and looked to Gilder out of the corner of his eye.
"Take Scarlett and nurse your injuries. I will handle this." Ramirez lifted up the Silver blade once more, narrowing his eyes to let the golden light of the small rocket fires glint off of it. He tightened his grip on the blue-silver fencing saber, his eyes lined over it to snipe against his two readied combatants.
"Surrender, or you all die," he told them in a voice no heavier than a whisper.
The turtle snickered, a deep and merciless sound bellowing from his husky throat as his claws glistened in the darkness. "Hah! Somebody fill this guy in already- you can't kill anyone in this tournament. We're immortal, pal- though I'm really gonna push it with you for cracking my spike."
"Unlike you," Ramirez continued, his eyes glittering with foresty light, "I am not bound by the petty ideals of this tournament. I answer to a higher law."
The squirrel's eyes shifted from side to side, and he suddenly cocked an eyebrow. "Er, right. Which is? The Grand Almighty Poo?"
"No."
Where there is light, there is darkness...
Ramirez ran his free, burned glove over his face, drinking in the heat as though it were the fires of Deep Sky. "My own."
Silver Eclipse.
The Silvite's hair began to ripple with the unseen breeze of the Six Moons. So many images flashed through him as his aura flared once, as though someone had turned a light on and off within the cove, and then there was darkness again as his mind's eye widened. The squirrel and the turtle-beast looked around, surprised, as the mist encroached around them like a blanket of night. It embraced them, just as it fell over Ramirez- a starless midnight, with the moon banished to the recesses of space. To Ramirez, though, they simply faded within the cold black, and as he stepped forward, there was total silence. His footsteps made no sound, the squirrel's curses did not fall on his ears. There was only his whisper as a great puddle of black formed in a dark, watery gate before him, inviting him to its purgatoric recesses. And then there was only his whisper, as the Six Moons flared and swelled to bright strengths within the powers of his mind.
Then he slipped into the puddle, his head arching back as it took him in, and he spread out his arms to let the sword glisten into a deadly fencing blade. Silver magic crackled over it, the innate powers of all the Elders there ever were lighting up the blade from its jagged form into a straighter, wider fencing saber. The power tightened the muscles in his right arm, sending a lance of intense strength through his supple acrobat's body, and from his lips purred a whisper.
"Sword of the dark moon... cut."
The squirrel and his ally stood before him, locked in the split second that the void had frozen for him. Ramirez knew now what to perform, the sacrifices all but laid out for his lovely Ginken. As he stood there, in a perfect sphere of spreading gray mist that encompassed the area and bared the squirrel and the turtle-dragon to him, Ramirez let his gleaming blade loom high above his head, his eyes lined up with the two inhuman creatures who were to be his prey. He twisted his body, and dealt a kick to the back of his left heel, and as the magic of his blade lit up his form into a blur of hauntingly beautiful silver, he darted forward and swung the blade down with his right hand for a diagonal cut. It was a traditional slash, right foot forward and upper body bent for a deadly blow. It was almost cliche in its simplicity.
At least, it would have been, had Ramirez not performed it in a nanosecond.
He was a silver blur, the speed of his blow so tremendous that the light of his aura literally left a wide silver trail behind him, where the squirrel was. The magic had helped immensely, and coupled with the time frozen in the murky Silver Void, the speed was to be expected. But most beneficial was his own sense of how to ameliorate the handicaps of his injured frame- by running at normal speed into the swipe, then hitting top speed, it was a relatively simple and old secret of the Silvite swordsmen. Very effective for such a technique as the Silver Eclipse.
Silver magic, time locked by the Six Moons, and his own Silver Sword style. That was the nature of Silver Eclipse.
Now, retribution.
He turned swiftly, twisting his upper body back a bit to bring the blade over his left shoulder, tightening his right fist around it. Ramirez sped forward again; he kicked his heel, swung the blade up enough to cock his right arm back again from the sheer force of the blow, and did not once stumble as his cut carried him all the way across the Void again. Again there was the silvery cape of light as he connected. He turned again, darkening his eyes as he turned the blade over in his hand, gripping it upside-down by the hilt but with the edge facing out. He shot at them again, swiping his right arm forward to deal a scything cut to one of them- the dragon turtle, he supposed. He slid neatly across the void again, diving forward into the cut for an added bit of slashing power.
Ramirez flipped the blade over again, holding it over his left shoulder as he had in the second strike- but this time, he leaned forward, as he had in the previous attack. He lashed himself forward again, ever so quietly falling into a diving horizontal slash that rocked against the shell of the dragon turtle. As he glided by, he straightened up again and clapped his left fist to the blade's hilt, stopping the overcharged momentum. Then he turned and knelt forward on his left leg again, bringing back the Ginken in his right arm, and widely. His heels kicked, his thighs pumped, and he tore a line through their frozen forms yet again at incomprehensible speed, a straight horizontal attack once more. The Ginken shuddered as it hit flesh locked between time and space.
Endgame...
Ramirez turned again, and this time he ran forward for a normal cut again, the flash of light unseen within this eternal void of nothingness that was the home of forbidden Silver magic. He cocked his arm back to waist level and cut a diagonal swipe from left to right once more, the blade gleaming as though it had a soul of its own. However, when he turned again, he did not slash. Instead, he raised the Ginken up to eye level in his right arm, cocking it so that the edge faced up and the tip pointed out parallel to his outstretched left arm. As his left hand closed into a fist, so too did his eyes close over, and his blade glistened in unholy silver light as the magic within it climaxed. From the start of the hilt, a bead of light flashed slowly down its deadly, magic-sharpened edge, and Ramirez straightened his left fist to face the "frozen" pair of enemies with the mid-knuckle pointing to them. The bead of magic suddenly flared at the tip of the Ginken, and as the light washed over all of them, Ramirez kicked his heels with so powerful a blow that he almost felt it bruise through the boot.
The speed was mind-boggling as Ramirez stabbed forward, feeling shudders again from the enemies as his blade claimed solidity in a blinding glare of white light. As he struck the other side of the Voide, however, the streams of light he had left behind him suddenly hardened and shattered into a million bits, the Eternis magic trails dissipating among the two inhuman foes. Then there was darkness, and silence, as Ramirez's attack prepared to finish. His steps were quiet, not even hollow, as he stepped again towards the void's puddly entrances. One took him in, and he kept his arms at his sides, walking casually through the cold, tingly pool of nothingness. He left the void, his eyes still shut tightly.
Then, as the darkness began to alleviate, he raised the Ginken, turned, and locked his fingers tightly around its hilt. He brought it over his back, tensing the muscles strengthened by the ethereal Silver magic, and gave the strongest slash he could afford, falling to a knee to complete the strength and fluidity of it.
But rather than striking his two enemies, he struck the Void, and it shattered into a billion fragments of nothingness.
Everything lit up again, relatively, the sounds of monsters rampaging down the halls again filling the cavern. Time had restarted for him, the moons evaporating from his mind's eye, and Ramirez drew himself up with a slow breath, his arm muscles panging in a sudden wave of aches. Looking over where his two wounded opponents were, he surveyed with slightly hooded eyes the damage his Ginken had done. There were scars ripped into the stone of the cavern floor, the flaming debris uprooted in the nanosecond in which he had performed the Silver Eclipse. In one particular area, probably from the last stab, he had struck a hole in the floor so deep that part of the ceiling had been fractured by the mere vibration of the magical attack.
Ramirez did not see the third opponent anywhere, the presence gone for now. He had come and gone like the wind, mysteriously...
As Gilder and Scarlett have. Wise. I must find them again. Ramirez did not give the two bestial fighters a second glance, sliding the jagged blue-silver Ginken into his belt once more. Without any other bidding, he backstepped and fell into the shadow, his footsteps hollow and empty as he took off down the hall. The ash and mist spiraled in his wake, forming a pillar of murky dust behind him, and in seconds, the Silvite was gone.
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1 Deathblow on Conker
1 A-Vote on Conker
1 A-Vote on Bowser
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 75
(6/3/02 6:38:17 pm)
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Re: Ginken Bloodlust
Edit: Actually, I think I'll skip the minigame this time. Bad memories of losing experience last time...
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They're all swept up in the same flow. I'm just going against it. Edited by: Exeter at: 6/3/02 9:12:23 pm
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Kellios
RTT: Aeris Gainsborough
Posts: 27
(6/3/02 6:48:38 pm)
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Re: scene-o four-o
Aeris scanned the area around her, and found it very similar to the large warehouses that were inside the Sinhra buildings, where she had been shipped through when she had been caputred by the Turks. She brought her hand up to her mouth and thought of her postion high on a metal staircase.
Her wrist made an unusual clank.
Her eyes followe down to her wrist, and then smiled vaguely at the site of her bracer. I shall then find whom I'm with... after all, I may find someone I know.
Carefully with the Princess Guard held out in front of her for caution reasons, Aeris slowly made her way down the stairs, only to watch in horror as a scientist.... with a human head or hands, was attacking a young boy, only of maybe Yuffie's age, with a faerie that was scrambling around buzzing in front of the monsters head, narrowing avoiding the gnawing teeth as it did so. The young boy in green made a dashing move and removed one of the monsters limbs, with screamed in agony, and thrashed the boy with it's other limb into a wall.
The monster then again rithed in agony, and fell over when a man in a military uniform blasted the creature away with his gun. Aeris carefully made her way behind the steps to watch closely.
"What... the HELL is that...?" The man said, swatting at the faerie which danced in front of him. The faerie must have said something back, for then the man gunned after the boy in green, who tried to protect himself with his shield, but to no avail. Two other men in uniform came after the boy, who Aeris then noticed had a quiver and arrows with him.
In a flash, the boy made a daring move, shot to his side, and as quick as lightening, fired an arrow and hit one of the men, who yelled something incoherrently, and then a large blast that even sent Aeris, who was a good 100 yards away, sprawlings to her back.
She quickly stood up, and say the boy limp and covered in blood where he was when he fired the shot. The faerie was fluttering above him, nervous about her companion. Aeris rushed over to the boy, much to the faerie's shock.
Both the bracers on Aeris' wrist and the boy's wrist glowed, and came up with a hologram image of "TEAM MATE CONFIRMED. ONE LEFT UNKNOWN."
"Help Link!! Please, help Link!!" The faerie cried as she fluttered between Aeris, and the boy named Link.
"Shh, hold on... I'll help him..." She concentrated a moment, and soon the biys wounds were healed. She sat up slowy, grimacing as he did, and his wide eyes stared back up at Aeris, who was smiling kindly over him.
"Hello, my name is Aeris. From the comfirmation on our wrists, it looks like we are team mates." She said, pointing down ath her wrist. Link still looked mystified.
"Why.... um... thank you..." He said quietly, and turned a shade of pink, which only caused Aeris to giggle. The faerie was ecstatic.
"Oh, wow!! Thank you so much!! My name's navi, I'm pleased to meetcha!!" The faeire spat out with quick speed, and Aeris nodded.
"Can you get up?" Link nodded, and stood up.
"Thank you.... Aeris.... my name is Link." She nodded, and stood up as well to face him.
"C'mon now, Link, we have one more team mate to meet up with, and maybe then we can figure out why we are here..." Link nodded, and the two of them set off running, as they heard the screams of something not human in the echo....
This boy seems so familiar to me....
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One R-Vote to Link
*****
Sorry for being so incrediably late. I was heldback at school working on something late >< Ex, up to you
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"I'll come back when it's all over"~~Aeris GainsboroughEdited by: Kellios at: 6/3/02 6:50:17 pm
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AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 36
(6/3/02 6:51:07 pm)
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Cold as Ice.
"Oww." Conker stood there, eyes dilated as if he had seen a ghost.
"I don't know... What happened... But it hurt... Badly..." Conker looked around his body.
"Let's see... Tail is halfway lopped off, that's not good. Hmm... Alright, I should be fine and set, other than ALL OF THESE F@%^ING SLASHMARKS AND PROFUSE BLEEDING! GOD DAMNIT!" Conker shook off the last of the ice, and started removing bandages and a sewing kit from his back.
Conker saw Yamazaki and Ramirez fighting.
"Go Kung-fu! Kill that son of a bitch!" Conker turned to see Bowser still struggling, whimpering as he fights off the cold.
"You baby." Conker pulled out a Flame Thrower, melting the ice.
"Why didn't you just do that in the first place Conker?" asked Bowser.
"Oh yeah, like I had PLENTY to do that with Mr. Hack'n Slash raping me with his sword! Ow!" Conker pulled the needle and thread through his skin.
"Kamikaze will be fine, but we better get the hell out of here!" Bowser said while looking off in the other direction.
"Not so fast." Gilder had a gun aimed at the two. "We still have plans for you."
"Whoa whoa whoa! Now just relax! I'm sure there are more civilized ways of handling this!"
"You mean other than randomly shooting a rocket at us?"
"Of course! You know you and I are much the same!" Conker put his hands in his pockets.
"Drop you weapons." commanded Gilder.
"Hey, as you wish chief!" Conker reach towards his back, pulling out weapons one after the other, creating a large pile to his left.
"Anyways, as I was saying, we are much the same, I'm sure all we want it peace right? Here, let's have a 'Peace' drink to settle the score!" Conker pulled out two mugs of brew.
"I don't drink beer." replied Gilder.
"You don't?! Well! How about a mixed drink? One of my own design!"
"Alright!" said Gilder enthusiastically "What's it called?"
"The Kabong!"
"The Kabong?" Gilder lifted an hand to scratch his head, but Conker's frying pan beat him to it.
"KABONG! Let's get the f@#$ out of here Bowser!" the two scurried off leaving Yamazaki to fight Ramirez.
"Hey Kung-Fu! Catch!" Conker threw half a bar of chocolate to Yamazaki, giving the other half to Bowser while running away.
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One A-vote to Gilder (The first to suffer the frying pan!)
Used 13 SP for the skill POTIONS, healing both Yamazaki and Bowser.
=== Lvl 1 Adept. 4 Attack Votes, 4 Reversal Votes, 14 Special Points
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!" Edited by: AsylumXKP at: 6/3/02 7:20:52 pm
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 27
(6/3/02 6:52:49 pm)
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Laguna Loire: 1-4 "Babe-a-licious Baybee!"
Laguna Loire: 1-4
Babe-a-licious Baybee!
Laguna scratched the back of his neck as he waited for his teammates to say something. The silence stretched out and Laguna started to get a little self-conscious. So he'd been acting the fool, but shit, did it mean he had to be ostracized? These guys must have NO sense of humor at all! Laguna contemplated doing some card tricks for them, but ditched the idea as ineffective.
"So, um," he began hesitantly, wondering what to say exactly. Suddenly a shout came from behind him, interrupting his train of thought.
"Hey, Dancing Fool!"
What the...
Laguna whirled around while raising the machine gun to chest height. He saw a downright luscious babe of a woman beckoning to him. She hauled back and threw something at him. He had just enough time to think, Damn, she's got an arm on her! before catching the package deftly in his left hand. He had trouble focusing at first - he knew he should be looking at what had been thrown, but he didn't want to lose sight of that slinky red dress and especially what was inside of it.
A quick glance confirmed that it wasn't going to explode and then Laguna went back to watching the woman as she turned to leave.
"Hey, um, THANKS!" he shouted after her as she beckoned to her two male companions and sashayed down the hall. Laguna gave a heartfelt sigh as the group disappeared down the corridor and resisted the urge to follow. He reluctantly turned back to his two teammates. For all he knew they were nice enough, but they wouldn’t look very good in tight red dresses, he was positive. However, being open-minded to a fault, he made a little mental exercise of imagining them in slinky red numbers of their own.
“OW!” Laguna grasped his head in both hands and resisted spewing chunks randomly. “Red is NOT your color,” he said to no one in particular as he caught his breath.
Done with the red dress experiment he gave the package in his hand his full attention. “Hey, sweet!” he exclaimed as he recognized the healing items. “This’ll come in handy given the current situation, right guys?” He held out the items for his cohorts to look at before tucking it away in a convenient pocket.
“So, shall we go kick some monster ass, my compadres?”
 "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor."
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Darkken
RTT - Yamazaki Shinnosuke
Posts: 16
(6/3/02 6:52:58 pm)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round One
EDIT - Eh, this is what happens when someone else posts before you. I'll give it an edit to make it fit better.
Yamazaki looked from the shadows as the young, silver-haired swordsman skilfully defeated his teammates with his amazing technique. As the body of the koopa hit the ground next to him, Yamazaki walked past him.
"Stay where you are, turtle", Yamazaki said coldly. "You'd only get in my way." Then he turned towards his aggressor.
"Impressive. You plan on fighting me by yourself?", Ramirez asked, holding his blade in a combat pose.
"You're very brave, to go against three on your own", Yamazaki returned the compliment. "As it is, it would appear that both of our teammates are preoccupied. Would you like to fight me now?"
"One on one is better than three on one", Ramirez said dryly. Yamazaki continued to walk towards him, until there was a space of about thirty feet between them.
"Yamazaki Shinnosuke, Koutou Mukei ryu." Yamazaki said formally, assuming an iaijutsu stance.
"Ramirez of the Silvites, Ginken ryu." he was unmoving, holding his sword pointed slightly towards the ground in his right hand - a fast and responsive stance.
The two silverhaired swordsman stared at each other. There was no open hostility between them, and yet, both were quite clearly ready to kill the other if the opportunity should arose.
Yamazaki's hand above the hilt was like it had been when it was encased in ice - unmoving and cold. Now, however, its warmth was drawn out by a coldness within the swordsman.
Ramirez's eyes were only pointed at Yamazaki's eyes. Yamazaki could sense that his opponent was an expert swordsman - otherwise his eyes would linger towards his hands. A slight smile came to his lips. Now he wouldn't have to hold back.
Suddenly, Yamazaki charged. "Ikuzo!" he shouted, skilfully drawing his blade in a smooth and lethal iaijutsu strike. Ramirez reacted perfectly, blocking the strike, moving in for a strike of his own. Yamazaki dodged backwards, evading the blow. Ramirez wouldn't stop, however, striking again and again, forcing Yamazaki to move backwards as he fended the strikes off with skillful moves of his sword.
A slash from the left, a slash from the right, a stab to the breast, a stab to the throat... Yamazaki could only marvel at the speed and skill of his opponent. It had been years since he had last met someone like him. Yamazaki's katana rang with each successive block, as he danced backwards, looking for a chance to begin his counterattack.
Then, suddenly Yamazaki changed direction. As his opponent slashed from the left, Yamazaki moved far to the left himself, intercepting his opponent's sword, and pushed it towards him. The two swordsmen were locked in a combat of strength, both pushing each other. Yamazaki had the advantage of a better foothold, however, and so, with great effort, he broke his opponent's stance, forcing his grip to hit his face, making him stumble backwards.
Yamazaki held his sword in a low stance with his right hand. His left hand found its way to the scabbard of the wakizashi, a move making it clear that he was only using a part of his strength yet.
Ramirez only smiled coldly. "This is only the beginning. Prepare yourself to witness the power of the Magic Sword..."
Yamazaki was unaffected. "I have seen your technique once, if not from the receiving end. Do not think that you will best me so easily."
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1 R-Vote to Conker
1 R-Vote to Bowser
1 A-Vote to Ramirez. I'm afraid I won't have the time to finish the duel, because I need some sleep, too, you know... but you go and write it to the end, Tenshi Kain!
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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 7:13:52 pm
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 18
(6/3/02 6:55:04 pm)
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1-4
"Vivi...! Help!" Ivan shouted, squirming in futility to escape from the green tentacle creature.
Thoughts raced through the mage's mind. He had to do something! But... Thunder wouldn't work, that'd just fry the creature and his friend both. Fire was too dangerous to use... but... hey! That might work.
Focusing on the base of the large creature, the mage chanted the spell of frozen death. "Blizzaga!" he shouted, aiming the staff at the fiend, sending a blast of sub-zero energy spiraling towards it. The beam of ice hit its mark, causing the scaly skin of the creature to become stiff and fragile at the same time, causing a few layers to flake and shatter off. The tentacle writhed in agony, sprawling sporradically in random directions, and ultimately releasing its hold on the mage's friend.
Ivan slipped to the ground, and Vivi quickly trotted over to aid his friend. "Thanks..." the robed Adept managed to get out. "Come on! We need to destroy this thing!"
"Um... target some type of m-magic on it... I'll do the s-same..." shouted Vivi over the cries of the tentacled creature, flailing against the wall which it had burst from.
"All right!" Ivan shouted, focusing his power into the Shaman's Rod. "Tornado!!"
Echoing at the same time came Vivi's spell, the arcane power gathering within his staff. "Flare!!"
The twin magics enveloped the source of the tentacled creature within the steel walls. Through the gaping hole in the surface, the two sorcerers cound sense the powers of Wind and Fire merging together to utterly decimate the creature within. The entire laboratory began to shake with the tremors of the spell's magnitude as the whipping winds combined with the purest essence of flame, sending the monster into a rage as it slammed against the interior walls...
Elsewhere, several other contestants felt the tremors, stumbling and collapsing from their effect.
The magic died out, and the two spellcasters began to ease their thoughts as silence enveloped them. "Well, I'll say we handled that pretty well!" Ivan chuckled.
The immediate wall to their left burst open from the force of the tentacled creature blasting through it, enraged. Another creature burst through the wall slightly to the right of the first hole... and the one that had pinned Ivan... well, it wasn't too thrilled about being exposed to the equivalent of a small nuclear explosion.
Now there weren't one or two tentacles... oh no... now there were three!
"Uh... I... I..." Vivi stammered... "I th-think we made it a *little* b-bit upset..."
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NOTICE: The Shockwave attack and A-Vote have been nulled, due to insufficient A-Votes from future events. Have a nice day!
Ap.00 Rp.03 Sp.80
 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: 6/3/02 11:20:01 pm
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Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 779
(6/3/02 6:58:49 pm)
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The baddest of the bad
Racing through the hallways, Billy searched franticly for his team. They had gone off in different directions, looking for the missing member of Dath and Falco's team... stupid, really. They were vulnerable alone. Another explosion rocked the complex; this one was much closer. In fact, it was only a couple of yards away, around the corner. Billy raced to the hallway, fearing that it had been either Black Mage or Kuja who had been attacked.
Instead, he found himself staring at Scarlett, the man named Gilder, and another person he had never met before. Also, they were beating the crap out of a tall man, a huge turtle, and a cute squirrel.
Man... these guys never stop.
Billy watched in horror as the members of Scarlett's team made quick work of the unlucky trio. To attack unprovoked...! Billy assumed that one of the two men had set off the explosive. One thing was for certain, he wasn't going to walk away. These innocent people needed him.
"Why don't you pick on someone else?" asked Billy. Scarlett, Gilder, and the third man turned to meet him, surprised. A look of rage flashed over both Gilder and Scarlett's face. The third man looked almost amused. Billy still shone from the effects of the Goddess Eyes spell, but it was fading quickly. "Attacking these poor people? Will you never learn?"
And with that, Billy squeezed the trigger of his new machine gun, hitting all three with a shower of bullets. They went down fast, hurt but not dead. Billy raised his gun in salute at the other three, and raced off in search of his teammates.
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A-vote to Gilder, Ramirez, and Scarlett.
1 A
4 R's
20 SP's
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Sponsoring Billy Lee Black
Edited by: Bugenhagen at: 6/3/02 7:05:23 pm
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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 38
(6/3/02 7:03:37 pm)
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Re: The baddest of the bad
Ye gods, I've managed to conflict a lot of posts here. o_O I'm trying to think of a solution, really! Does this sound any good?
* Conker blasts the Two on One team with his rocket launcher.
* Ramirez catches the two with a surprise attack. He tends to Scarlett while Gilder covers him and freezes Conker and Bowser to the floor
* Gilder gets Scarlett out of the destruction zone while Ramirez does the Silver Eclipse move on the two of them
* Billy blasts all three of them with machine gun fire for light injuries and leave again
* Darkken's character turns up just after the Silver Eclipse and challenges Ramirez to a duel
EDIT: Thanks, Darkken, that takes out one of the major plot conflicts.
Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/3/02 7:14:23 pm
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Nova Quinn
RTT: Black Mage
Posts: 200
(6/3/02 7:16:16 pm)
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Urge to Destroy World Rising...
"OUCH!!!" said BM as he pulled himself off the floor. He stood up and glowered at the boy who had blown him through the door without provocation.
Urge to destroy world rising...
"EAT ELECTRIC DEATH, KID!!!"
Black Mage charges Bolt-2...
"BOLT-2 MUTHA FUGGA!!!"
BM zaps Ivan with a Bolt-2. Ivan shakes uncontrollably and falls to the ground sizzling.
BM turns and sees a lookalike staring at him.
"What are you staring at?"
"I was just wondering why you look like me..." says Vivi.
"You mean you look like me."
"Ummm..."
"You his friend?"
"Uh, no, we're just on the same team."
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"EAT ELECTRIC DEATH, LOOKALIKE!!! "
BM charges another Bolt-2
"BOLT-2 MUTHA FUGGA!!!"
Vivi falls to the ground shaking and sizzling like Ivan.
They look just like Fighter when he's sleeping, except for the shaking, no he does that, the sizzling then... but Fighter isn't around, but now I have an idea...
IT'S STAB TIME
"IT'S STAB TIME!!!!"
Takes out his trusty Mage dagger and stabs both of them repeatedly while they can't move.
Ummm....time to run!!!!
BM takes off in the direction of his team, Falco, and the Onion Kid...
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Casualty List
Element on Ivan
Element on Vivi
1 A-Vote on Ivan
1 A-Vote on Vivi
4 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, 56 SP remaining


Nova Quinn/ Black Mage/ Ragnarok
Edited by: Nova Quinn at: 6/3/02 7:19:25 pm
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allenhill2002
RTT: Golbez
Posts: 270
(6/3/02 7:18:37 pm)
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Re: What has he been doing all this time?
F-3; O-8; P-3 all have Aliens on them.....I hope
In a small room sat a scientist working at a computer with a tall man in dark armor, no different from that of a Dark Knight guarding over him. The man a curved sword in his sheath and was running his hands through his long, midnight blue hair. Both were looking at the images flashing across the computer screen. Switching between the many different cameras and surveillance equipment, Golbez saw many people, but one person caught his attention. A Miss Scarlett Welles.
"She definitely has to pay for her crimes!" Golbez said.
"I don't know of any crimes being committed besides you holding me hostage, now please, can't I go now?" muttered the scientist.
"Sorry, I still need your help, I'm not very good with this equipment. I learned a lot during my slumber, seeing the advance that Cid and his descendents made, but this is still more advanced than that. Explain it again, and slower this time." commanded Golbez.
The truth is, he could do this himself now, but he didn't want to let the scientist go. Not with so many monsters around. Regardless, he had to find his team-mates.
It was a good thing he saw that 'Conker' exit this room after his drunken outbursts. The wonders of technology. He has already placed others in their appropriate teams. He had his Bracer looked at by this scientist, and found that it contained pictures and names of all the contestants, and their teams. Now the problem was to locate them.
A Miss Agrias Oaks and a Mr. Strago Magus. Where are they?
 Redemption comes at what cost?
Edited by: allenhill2002 at: 6/3/02 7:35:35 pm
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 76
(6/3/02 7:18:58 pm)
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Friends and foes...
Delita strolled down what seemed like the thousandth corridor he had seen today, though fortunately such dull travel was occasionally interrupted by another group of gun-toting soldiers, or savage creatures. He had to admit, it did feel good to fight again, even if it was against such incompetent enemies.
If that blue-skinned dragon boy doesn't provide a decent reason for me being here soon, I'm going to hunt him down and make him apologize for cutting my beauty sleep short.
The gleaming metal walls of the corridor created near-perfect reflections of their surroundings, and were particularly useful when attempting to look around a corner or down the perpendicular path at a T junction, and also made blood easy to discern.
Unfortunately, the hallways also carried echoes far too well. Before he realized the footsteps he heard were not his own, the thing was upon him.
Delita only had time to get a sense of the creature's size and shape before he was picked up in a single massive claw and slammed into the metallic ceiling.
His sword and shield dropped from the force of the blow, and Delita, dazed, realized the creature still had a grip on him.
Damn long-armed freak...
Grunting as he endured a second impact, Delita tried to escape the monster's clutches, but to no avail. As he was twisted around by the repeated blows, he became able to see the creature more clearly.
Multiple rows of massive, crimson-stained fangs and a long, forked tongue made up the bulk of a mottled gray face, which was mostly featureless but for the odd location.
It was in the creature's torso.
Bulky arms and four small legs completed the design of the beast. Delita had to admit that it was an effective one.
Just as it seemed he was going to end up seeing what was through the ceiling, the monter slowly pulled him down, and Delita watched in disgust as he was brought closer and closer to the snapping fangs...
And just within reach of his sword.
Sliding it gracefully up off the cold ground, Delita swung it one-handed up between the creature's legs, invoking a blood-curdling scream and Delita's release.
His landing, unfortunately, was not so graceful. Pain and vertigo clouded his vision as his head impacted with the ground, but he could see well enough to know that the creature was only stunned. After but an instant, it advanced on him again.
Well, this is certainly a pitiful way to die...
Just as he noticed his crystal bracelet had begun to glow, an arrow sped across his field of vision and struck the monster in it's gaping maw, silencing it permanently.
The next thing Delita knew, a green-clad, blonde-haired boy and a girl in pink and red were standing over him.
...and something small was flying between their heads.
It landed on the boy's shoulder and looked at him.
Vision still blurred, Delita muttered, "You do realize that you have some kind of insect on your shoulder, I trust?"
Link laughed, and the flying thing gasped. "Hey!" it exclaimed, obviously offended.
Taking a pair of proffered hands, Delita smiled at the brown-haired girl, who introduced herself as Aeris.
"Looks like we're teammates," she added.
"And I'm Link," the boy said. At an angry mutter from the flying creature, he added, "and she's Navi."
"Nice to meet you," the faerie said sweetly.
Laughing slightly, Delita replied, "Likewise, my dear. Thanks for the help with that thing," he added to Link, who still held his bow at ready.
Link nodded. "You weren't doing too badly," he said, grinning.
"Heh, thanks...uh, I'm Delita. Delita Hyral."
"Hyrule?" Link asked, surprised.
"Hy ral. You heard of me?"
Both shook their heads, and after a moment he nodded. "Yeah, well, I sort of figured you must not be from Ivalice."
Ignoring their questioning looks, he reclaimed his shield and pointed toward the south. "Seeing as how there's not much else we can do, I suggest we keep going..."
*****
Over to Kellios or Cirrus.
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They're all swept up in the same flow. I'm just going against it. Edited by: Exeter at: 6/3/02 7:22:14 pm
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 72
(6/3/02 7:24:27 pm)
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Act 1, Scene 7 - "Tentacle"
The two mages retreated to the back wall, as the three-headed beast lunged towards them. "This doesn't look good, Vivi..."
"Y-you're telling me!"
The red mage dove for cover, as one of the beast's heads crashed into the wall where he had been. A second one lunged at Ivan, who cried out "Bind!", throwing a stream of Psynergy into the creature. Streams of wind blew from nowhere, surrounding the tentacle, holding it back - it slammed to a halt about a foot from Ivan's head. The blonde Adept ducked carefully out of the way, then jumped as the third head smashed into the ground beneath him.
"Vivi, have you got anything more there?" The red mage mumbled something, but it was lost in a crash as the ceiling fell, obscuring him from view. Dust rolled out, billowing around Ivan, choking him.
(This is bad...)
Using the Psynergy power of his mind, he blew the dust clear, and screamed, as a beaked head speared through his side, tearing his robes and spraying blood across the wall.
(God.. this is.. really.. bad..)
Gasping, he lifted the Shaman's Rod and uttered one word - "Zephyr!" Again, a blue Djinn materialised, let out a squeak, and dissolved into a gust of wind, swirling around him. His muscles loosened, and.. no, the beast didn't slow down, he just.. knew where not to be.
Dodging the head more easily this time, he turned, in time to see the rubble explode away from the little Red Mage. "Vivi! You're okay!" he gasped, clutching at his side. Vivi adjusted his hat and looked over at Ivan. "Yes, b-but you're not.. Cure!"
Ivan grinned as his wounds closed. "Thanks. Now, to deal with this guy..."
Reaching deep into his mental resources, he pooled his power into one last blast, and looked at the creature - and everything went crazy.
HATE
The thought was single-minded, invasive, and above all, powerful. So powerful, he didn't need to read its mind to feel it - he just knew. This creature detested everything living. It wanted to destroy everything.
It could not be allowed to live.
Summoning every inch of power from the depths of his soul, he held out the Shaman's rod, aimed at the creature's red, baleful eye.
"Die."
- and another head knocked him off his feet, smashing him into the wall. The bolt of lightning flew off target, crashing into the ceiling and spreading out. The wall exploded. The ceiling began to buckle. And the bolt spread out through the complex, leaving a trail of destruction as it passed.
Ivan and Vivi were left facing three VERY irate Tentacle beasts...
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Woo. Please no-one interfere, we got stuff planned. That spell shouldn't affect the universe too much, things were kinda aiming that way anyway in the game Lots of explosions and electricity...
Oh, and...
Shockwave - using two A-votes, dealing 1 point of damage to Black Mage, Billy Lee Black, Kuja and Cinder.
1 A-vote to Kuja.
Absorb on Black Mage, healing Vivi
Absorb on Billy, healing Kaze
Absorb on Kuja, healing Gilder
1 R-vote to Kaze
Heh. Boom?

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos Edited by: Baka at: 6/3/02 7:32:57 pm
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