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Anoat
RTT: Bowser
Posts: 106
(6/8/02 8:50:06 pm)
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Re: She Has Cometh!
*reads Krizak's post*
Ya know, I'm suddenly glad I'm not a sponsor anymore...that sorceress sounds like bad news dudes!
"Fungah, foiled again..."
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 70
(6/8/02 8:59:12 pm)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Four - Sponsors Only
Indeed. That's a pretty neat mini-game you've got set up there.
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999
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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 65
(6/8/02 9:39:10 pm)
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Re: She Has Cometh!
It's half four in the morning now, and we counted the votes up every way we could with everyone that was online, but there's no way we're going to get 100 points in total. So I'll cast my unexplained votes (since Gilder is currently tied up in the Ramirez/Gilgamesh fight, there's little I can do) and head off for some sleep since it's impossible to beat the sorceress.
A-Votes to Link, Delita, Aeris, Ryo, Shadow and Lise.
Special Ability: Herbology.
Enhanced R-Votes to Laguna and Ivan.

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
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The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 26
(6/8/02 9:57:53 pm)
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I'm back!
Yay! Extension!
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Yoshi uses Counter against Ryo Hazuki (daigohji). (I saw that A-Vote... )
Yoshi : Brawler : Level 3 : 10 A-Votes : 1 R-Vote : 0 Special Points
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I am .

Yes. I do see the typo. No. I'm not going to change it.
 Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 6/8/02 11:26:55 pm
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 64
(6/8/02 10:00:16 pm)
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Lady: 3. Bitch: 0.
"Wait..." Scarlett managed to cry out, trying to pull herself out of Gilder's arms. "Wait!"
Neither swordsman moved.
Her stillettos clattered wildly on the floor as she tried to get a sort of stance, and Gilder's grasp on her weakened a bit with surprise. "...Wait...Gilder, let GO!" With that shout, she pried herself away, and collapsed in a heap between Gilgamesh and Ramirez.
Laguna and Gilder lunged forward, ready to help her again, but she waved them off, turning her eyes toward the four-armed eidolon.
Scarlett clutched at her stomach with one hand and held herlsef up with the other, mascara running down one ckeek with a mix of blood and sweat--no tears just yet. "Before you start..." she pleaded, finding his eyes and meeting them as strongly as she could, "...let me..." she winced and was unable to finish. God damn... She pressed the scraps of Gilder's coat closer to her body, ignoring how wet they were becoming. Gilder was right...it DOES smell like motor oil, even now...
To everyone's surprise, Gilgamesh took a step back. "Do what you must, Milady." He was unsmiling but regarded her kindly.
The instant that the swordsman had informalized his stance, Scarlett turned to face her teammate. "Rami..." she moved her bloody hand away from the protective cloth and toward her anklet for the potions.
Rami quickly sheathed the Ginken and, almost instinctively, came to a kneel beside her to help.
As soon as she could, she met his eyes, and tried to lift her supporting hand to open the bottle of elixir. She failed, and sunk even more into the floor, drawing in sharp breaths and creaking.
Tentatively, Ramirez reached a hand to cover hers, the one she was carrying the bottle and the pills in. She tried to move her head and meet his eyes, but could barely concentrate on breathing as it was. A twinge of anger let itself into her voice. "Rami...let me...let me, damn you!...Please..."
His expression softened, just a little, and he uncovered her hand in favor of resting his on her shoulder. He lifted the other to do the same and got her into a supportable position that left her hands free.
Before anyone said anything more, she started to pull the dropper out of the bottle, laboriously. Her hands were sweating profusely, and one was slick with the blood from her back. But everyone present knew that if they interrupted her, even to help, they'd be lashed out at relentlessly. All were frozen to the spot. Laguna gripped the hilt of his machine gun until his knuckles turned white, eyebrows narrowing painfully and feet longing to shuffle. Yoshi rolled his tongue around inside his mouth uneasily. Gilder, Isaac, and Gilgamesh simply stared.
But Scarlett choked back the pain and prepared the restorative with trembling, battle-slick hands, and only Ramirez's grip to keep her from falling over. And Ramirez's coal-toned eyes didn't leave her for a single second.
She tried to laugh through the pain, but found she couldn't laugh and work at the same time. We've got to make it...you've got to make it, Rami...for the good of the team... "...Done."
With a slight, weak smirk, she pawed the concotion into her hands, and Ramirez turned her shoulders so that she could face him. She met his eyes, and hers had a spark of the passion he'd loathed at the start...but now almost welcomed.
Before he could protest, she lifted her fingers to his lips, and let them hover there with the potions pressed between. Her eyes actually asked permission.
And his eyes, after a moment, granted it.
Slowly and weakly, she drew her fingers closer to his lips, and they parted for her to slip the potion in. Though her eyes were fluttering with the fatigue and effort, his didn't blink and wouldn't leave hers. There was nothing sexual about ther light press of her fingertips to his tongue, or the slight droplet of her blood that mixed with the elixir, but there was an overwhelming sensuality and camraderie in the gesture. They both knew that she couldn't die, but that was the feeling--quiet desperation and a little dash of trust.
He kissed her fingertips as the pulled away, and let his lips gain the semblance of a smile. "See you at the top," he whispered, by way of thanking her.
She nodded, but after that nod her head stayed down. "Laguna?" She managed to call. "Laguna...go...to the Sorceress. Gilder and I...will meet you there." She shuddered, and clasped a hand to her side again. "Soon as I get...patched up..."
With a slight groan, she let her hands drag to the floor to support her, and Gilder and Laguna both broke out of their half-trance and rushed to her. Laguna got there first, and helped her to her feet while Gilder gathered the alchemical tools from the floor. The men locked eyes as soon as both were standing, but by then, Scarlett was already out cold.
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"This your first time?"
"No."
"Liar."
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Thus that previous Chemistry to Ramirez is explained.
Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?

Isn't the irony lovely?
Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)
...Edited by: Mithrigil at: 6/8/02 10:08:57 pm
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 38
(6/8/02 10:11:35 pm)
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Re: Lady: 3. Bitch: 0.
Just as a head's up...
Assist on Link.
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Kellios
RTT: Aeris Gainsborough
Posts: 57
(6/8/02 10:55:56 pm)
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What does fate have to do with it?
Aeris blocked another shot that her clone have given her, spun around, and managed to strike her opponent in the leg, who moved back, and herself as well. She breathed hard, and glared at her opponent in front of her.
"Why are you attacking me? What wrong have I done to you?" Aeris yelled back, running and avoiding a fire spell as her clone casted it.
"Do you not know your fate? You are supposed to die! What did you think Scarlett meant when she said 'considering'? You're going to die! And nothing can stop it from happening~" The clone snickered, and Aeris attacked with an ice spell, but it merely caught part of the clone. The two of them ran to different sides.
"How are you to know what happens to my fate? It all has changed! I am here, in this tournament! Does this not change what I was going to do back on the Planet?"
The clone merely laughed, and pointed at Aeris, "That is not fate, you fool! Scarlett does know! Can you not see it when she looks at you? And you know it too! Why try and hide yourself behind a veil? It's no use!"
Aeris struck her clone with a thunder spell, not wanting to hear anymore.
"Stop it! Stop it, dammit!" Aeris shook her head, and ran up to attack with her Princess guard, but was blocked. But, her opponent was thrown and off balance. She recovered, but not in time for a blow to come into her shoulder. She cried out, and swung her own Princess Guard, hitting Aeris on her calf, sending tears to her eyes from the sting. The two of them recovered away for a moment, looking at each other.
"Aww, you don't want to hear of what's going to happen to you? You're not strong enough to win this tournament. You'll either die in the process, or die when you go back. No matter what happens to you, the fate is all one. Damned if you do, Damned if you don't."
Aeris screamed out and attacked her opponenet with fury, but each blow was blocked, and her clone then hit Aeris in her own shoulder, sending her back. Aeris amanged to cast a fire in retaliation to the attack.
"And what of Link, Aeris? Do you think you can protect him? You obviously have feelings for him. He's so much like him... Cloud would be jealous, wouldn't he? Afterall, he needs you, Aeris. He needs your death to become stronger and destroy Sephiroth... but without that, and your feelings for Link, what is going to happen to the Planet?"
Aeris tighten her jaw, and bent her head down, concentrating hard. The clone continued her harsh insults.
"You'll have to leave Link, eventually. No matter what you do, you cannot hold onto anything for more than a short period of time. You lost your mother young, your father when you were just born, your 'mother's' husband. And now, you'll soon be leaving Cloud, Tifa, and all the rest of them. Tell me, what has been one thing you've kept all your life, besides that white materia in your hair?"
The clone laughed, but Aeris did not move from her concentration.
Be strong upon one's self... and conquer all in your path...
A sudden flash came forth from Aeris, sending the clone back and slamming into the wall, a sickening crack of human bones hitting a stone wall. The clone promptly fell over, onto old corpses, and did not move.
Aeris started at the clone which had attacked her, and felt extremely dizzy. She tried walking forward, but fell down onto the floor. She tried to get back up, but a wave of nausea came over her. Aeriswas pale, sweating, and breathing really hard. She thought she heard footsteps, but couldn't be sure.
My fate is for certain....
Aeris lurched, but nothing happened. A pain in her was growing and heating her up. She curled into a fetal position on the floor, breathing hard, wishing for the pain to go away.
... not matter what I do, I cannot avoid it. So I must accept it.
Then all went black.
*****
Whee, I'm back!!
chibi Aeris: and she's had 2 cups of wine, too! Expect a perky Kellios tonight!!
Shh!! Anyways, over to you, Cirrus, Ex
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 85
(6/8/02 11:04:31 pm)
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At the least for now.
R-vote: Shadow, Ryo
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 100
(6/8/02 11:13:09 pm)
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Laguna Loire: 4-6
Laguna Loire: 4-6
Actions Speak Louder than Words
Laguna watched as Scarlett touched Ramirez’s lips with her fingers. The healing fluid sparked through the man’s body. The look the two shared was something completely intimate, utterly private. Laguna turned his eyes away to allow them that time. The beautiful engineer had become very important to him, but this was no longer about just him. Dust filled the air thickly from the collapsed masonry; Laguna watched it swirl as he waited.
He turned back when he heard her weak voice calling him. "Laguna...go...to the Sorceress. Gilder and I...will meet you there.” She started to collapse. Laguna raced to her side and lifted her up. Gilder was there to assist, and the eyes of the two men met for a long moment.
“Take care of her,” was all Laguna said. The pirate nodded in acknowledgment, and Laguna turned away from them both. In a way he felt freer. Nothing mattered but the sorceress, and yet everything mattered. It was a dichotomy that Laguna would have been hard-pressed to explain to anyone else, but it brought him a certain limited peace as he raced towards the top floor of the castle.
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The sorceress sat on her throne and smiled her cold smile. Laguna pushed open the massive doors fronting her throne room and stood there between them, looking at the woman at the other end of the room. She was less… flamboyant… than he was accustomed to when it came to women of the sorceress type, but the glow in her red eyes assured him that this was someone of which to be wary.
She looked up at his entrance, her pale lips smiling coldly. “So, one of you actually made it this far,” she commented. She rose from her throne and stepped down the dais. Her white robes flowed about her slender perfect body and the wings of black hair framing her face ruffled slightly with an unexplained wind.
She was very beautiful.
Laguna swallowed hard, and entered the room fully. The doors shut quietly behind him but he didn’t spare them a glance. He had eyes only for the woman in front of him.
She smiled at him again and tapped one long-nailed finger against her cheek as she considered him. “Laguna Loire. You have quite a history with sorceresses, I understand. Am I to become your next victim?” Her voice was lightly teasing.
Laguna refused to answer. He advanced steadily until he was facing the woman directly. The finger tapped her face a little more quickly as she observed his single-minded determination.
She laughed in his face. The laughter was a little shocked at his apparent stupidity.
“You can’t kill me, you fool! Who will you leave behind this time? Who will you abandon to death and bitterness?”
This finally made Laguna stop moving towards her. He met her eyes boldly, without fear.
“There’s no one left to be hurt,” he told her steadily, “I’ve already lost what there is to lose. You can’t hurt me… not in any meaningful way.” He thought of the aspen leaf placed on Raine’s grave and smiled gently, his blue eyes soft with the memory. The memory of Squall was less sweet, but no less comforting. You can’t touch them, and it angers you.
Laguna’s smile infuriated the sorceress. “Fool!” she spat, and turned her back on him. Laguna took the opportunity that was offered. He released the machine gun and entered the low-level trance required for spell casting.
“BLIZZAGA!” A huge block of ice came down from the empty air, slamming down onto the woman in the white robes and encasing her in ice. The block of glittering crystals began to crack slowly. The noise was incredible and he winced. Laguna swung his machinegun back up into position and opened fire on the frozen woman, assisting the shards of ice in falling away.
She came free of the last of the spell and turned around, her red eyes glowing with rage. She winced with pain and there was blood on her immaculate white robes, but her movements were still strong as she faced Laguna.
“That’s quite enough from you, my little man. You can join your lost ones.” One pale hand raised as she began chanting in a low voice. She twisted the hand and Laguna found himself dragged into the air. His machinegun was broken from its strap and clattered to the floor. The chanting slowed down and stopped. She held Laguna in the air and smiled at him tenderly.
“So, little man, would you like to learn how to fly?” The pale hand drew back and then made a thrusting motion. Laguna hurtled through the air to slam into one of the oversized doors. His head cracked against the stone and he fell twenty feet to the floor below, landing in a twisted heap.
Raine… Squall… Ellone… I’m… I’m sorry…
The sorceress eyed his unconscious body and sighed a little.
“What a waste of my time.” With graceful movements she returned to her throne and sat once again, to await the next person foolish enough to face her.
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EDIT1: typos
Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2
1 A-Vote to the Sorceress
5 Vital Blows (55 SP) to the Sorceress
Remaining:
0 A-Votes
0 R-Votes
5 SPs

 "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor."Edited by: Shizuyoko at: 6/8/02 11:17:11 pm
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Thirdtwin a
RTT: Citan Uzuki
Posts: 19
(6/8/02 11:24:57 pm)
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Re: Laguna Loire: 4-6
((OOC: Not meaning to interfere, but... you did the number-picking thing, too? Maybe there'll be some A-Vote or SP boosting if anyone's lucky, so that the sorceress may become beatable? Sorry it took me so long to think that up, since you're all resolved; moreover, I don't precisely have an email address (long story) so I had to post it. Glad I could "help..."))
TT, "a dichotomy of order and chaos....."
"MISSILEDOKEN!" -Black Mage, the 8-Bit Theater "...It's nice to know I'll be paying lots of nice, shiny money to go to hell..." Dry31, Luna admin, on college
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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 54
(6/8/02 11:46:41 pm)
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Seeing Red
Link ran. he ran far and fast, through the corridors. passing tortured bodies, getting away from horrible mockeries of life, ignoring it all. But then it ended...he slammed directly into thin air.
Dark Link appeared right next to him, clapping slowly. "What're you trying to pull Link? This is our world....You can't get away...where would you run? way from your friends? away from life? away from everything? Well that is not happening..If I can't have your body...You won't either..."
Dark Link drew his sword, and Link did the same. They rushed each other, swords flailing, shields clashing, screams running rampant. Link slammed his sword forward, pulling back at the last instant to hit Dark link with the back end of the sword. Dark Link went down with the blow, but immediately kicked back up and resumed the fight. Dark Link played against what he knew Link wouldn't expect...he slammed his shield into Link's face, forcing him to the ground.
"I could kill you where you lay Link....I could destroy all that was once your life...all that was once ours...Would be mine alone. "
"I...Think...NOT" Link brought an arrow up, and gripping it with his hands, rammed it straight into Dark Link's leg, startling him and giving Link a chance to jump to his feet once more.
"Nice trick boy....I'm amazed I didn't see it coming..." Dark Link pulled out his bow and fired one off at Link, hitting him square in the leg. "And its a fair fight once more...en guarde...brother..."
Link ran at Dark Link, ignoring the pain coursing through his leg, ignoring the fact that his vision was being obscured by blood dripping into his eyes. Ignoring it all. Link kicked Dark Link square in the stomach, and followed it up by plunging his sword toward Dark Link's exposed back, but he fell to the ground, turning around and the sword blow fell harmlessly off the shield. "Nice try fool...but that isnt' going to be enough to save those you love...to save that whore...to save Delita....none of them will see it coming when I walk out of that mirror...I will kill them in thier sleep...that is, if thier own visages haven't already..."
"Don't...you...EVER call Aeris a whore again...." Link slammed into Dark Link's chest with his shoulder, ramming him into the invisible wall, making his head spin. Slamming him against the wall, and then held his sword to the other Link's throat.
I'll kill you for what you did to me...threatened to do to my friends...to everyone.... And with those words, Link ran his sword clean through Dark Link'ss stomach. The dark visage of himself fell to the ground, laughing, blood gurgling up in its throat. You can't kill me Link I'm always part of you....Hah...Hah...HAH...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Dark Link closed his eyes and disappeared, only his voice lingering. "With that single sword stroke Link, You become me...I simply return to your mind.You on the other hand, remember killing me.Were willing to kill me...You killed yourself back there Link Now, you will become me...You killed one Link...and don't even tell me you didn't like the power you felt...taking another life...You got a high on it. This is just the beginning Link...I'll be seeing you...whenever you make a choice...just remember...I'm always here......."
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Protect to Aeris vs. Issac
A - Vote vs. Issac
A - Vote vs. Shadow
A - Vote vs. Laguna
A - Vote vs. Ryo
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More to come
 Edited by: Cirrus Velious at: 6/9/02 12:49:30 am
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 86
(6/8/02 11:54:09 pm)
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Let the reader beware: This goes SOMEWHERE. I am not going to fuss with chronology right now. :d And well... to the fates.
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She was tired, sore, and beyond all else, terribly angry. All day some unbridled rage had consumed her, and anything she crossed summarily had paid the price. Part of her thought it odd, but she welcomed the darkness all the same. Somewhere in her heart, perhaps at the center of it, she knew that failure was going to overcome her. All this time, through the days of combat, she ahd witnessed failings of humans, and often had long moments where she thought about her home.
She was seen as strong, independent, and determined. But her purpose...
Her reason.
She only craved one thing, a rather selfish thing in many respects. She had reclaimed Rolante, yet sought her brother. Rolante was left behind in that persuit. She sought the Sword not for the world, but for herself. She craved the power to get him back, more than to save a world filled with hatred, cold ambition, and retribution.
And she hated anything which stood in her path.
She stood before the doors. She heard something. She didn't care what. She didn't know where her team was, but could tell things were happening. She was powerless to save anyone, even her brother. She was a helpless child, a lone wolf, and a cold user who teamed with Duran and Hawk only to get ot the sword.
Miss Lise~...
Lise growled, a low sound that would have startled anyone, including herself if she wasn't so angry. Her grip tightened on her spear, her anger finding only one thing to unleash on as the two sides of her heart warred; she didn't want to unleash on those others who were here, who had reason. She was bitter about not being so good to her team. She ran away fro truth; she wasn't good enough. There was nothing less than chaos reigning.
And the source of her pain, anguish, and torture that was this round lay beyond the doors. She fingered the chain she had found. With a solemn nod, she affirmed her intent. She kicked the doors hard dead center, knocking them in and drawing the attention of the Sorceress.
"Another..."
Lise wordlessly charged, doding the first spell cleanly and landing a slice to her side as she skid past. She turned, eyes cold and took the blast of lighting head-on, shddering form the intensity and shaking it off as she struck again, striking her left arm and breaking off another imminent spell. No time for words... pain has no time...
Lise and the Sorceress took shots at each other, Lise accepting the brunt of quite a few spells as she struck again and again, trying her hardest to drop the thing which no doubt had caused terror not only to her, but the countless corpses and others who were brought here by the one who had brought them. Lise hissed and drew back, putting her entire effort into one last strike.
Falling.... Star...
As she opened her eys fro the rush of power she knew, she could hear that her efforts had been in vain, and that she stood yet. Lise finally could know defeat, and know that indeed she would fail at all things, despite her best. Perhaps fate might decide otherwise, but Lise could only hope for the best. She turned, looking at the Sorceress one last time as the spell struck her full on, throwing her back against a wall and into the dark reaches of unconsciousness.
Wether this was better than before was unknown to many, but Lise herself had osme reservations about the whole thing. She hoped fervently at least someone would end the misery.
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10 A-votes to Sorceress
3 Deathblows to Sorceress
Bleh. :P
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 78
(6/8/02 11:59:15 pm)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Four - Sponsors Only
(OOC: A Deathblow consumes one A-Vote when used.)
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 39
(6/9/02 12:03:35 am)
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Ballads of Legend - Ramirez VS. Gilgamesh
The Ginken readily twinkled in the dismal light of the "chapel room", the mist of gray and red breezing against Ramirez's bleeding chest. His sylvan stare did not waver, however, as he matched it with the fathomless pupils of the immense, red-cloaked swordsman that stood before him. A sword held in each of four muscled arms- a great katana, a scimitar, a longsword, and a broadsword. Combining three excellently schooled swords in one enigmatic, divine figure; Ramirez felt as though he were obliged to retract his earlier estimation of what a true rival would be like. Perhaps fighting Yamazaki Shinnosuke was to battle a champion swordsman of humanity.
But to fight this Gilgamesh would be to battle a god.
"You are the Man of Silver," Gilgamesh said in a deep, booming voice, rising from where he crouched upon the chapelroom's altar to tower before Ramirez. The Silvite could swear he saw the cowl twist in an amused smile, though not condescending. "You are but a man in a boy's body, however. For your youth, your aura is respectably high. Higher than many, if not most, that I have encountered in my travels."
Ramirez held his stare evenly, taking one step forward to stand directly before the other. "It is my goal to become the best of all swordsmen. Perhaps by defeating you, that title will be given to me."
Gilgamesh's head shook with a deep chuckle. "The best swordsman in the world, is that right? Impressive. This you must show to me. I must see your hunger..." One scarred eye flickered to the stairway which Gilder had carried Scarlett out of harm's way. "Just as I must see your passion."
The memory of Scarlett's fingertips pressed to his lips gnawed at him. Ramirez summarily turned his head aside, his eyes again assuming their usual sharp, holier-than-thou stare. "Tch. I care nothing for the touch of that woman," he said quietly. "Nothing she could do could ever change the way I feel."
"If you can now feel, then she has already won your heart."
Ramirez looked at him dangerously, his eyes curved into a dark glare. "You said...what? Won my heart? Hah...perhaps your mind is more fogged by that mist than I had thought."
Gilgamesh only shook his head. "The greatest of swordsman must comprehend the emotions that bind all universes together. Camaraderie. Odium. Fury. Grief. Longing. These are all feelings that surge within your spirit, like a calming tempest. Yet there is one black cloud masking that final sentiment, as surely as these red cloaks hide old scarred flesh. Perhaps she is the ray of moonlight needed to slice through that shadow, and allow you to feel that last emotion that makes all great swordsmen."
Silver shocks of hair hid Ramirez's eyes as he spoke. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I will allow myself to die before feeling such...let the darkness cover the light forever."
"Death is not turning out the light," Gilgamesh said calmly. "It is putting out the lantern because dawn has come."
Ramirez bit his lower lip, closing his eyes, and thought. I know not of what he speaks. I know what he speaks of. But I don't feel it. I am starting to feel it. I never have felt it. It's not the first time I have. Especially not for her! Especially for her. My loyalty remains to Galcian. My loyalty goes to whom it pleases. Unswerving, undaunted...there is no other but Galcian for whom my blade stands ready to kill. I have sworn to defend her at all costs. Not even her...her beauty means nothing to me. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever encountered, for a human. Her care is fruitless. Her care is priceless. I would let her die before stepping in to save her. I would face the entire army of this crypt if it meant seeing her sultry smile once more.
"Damn you, 'Gilgamesh'," Ramirez gritted out, clutching his head. "Is this your tactic? You cloud your enemies' minds before you fight them?"
"Your mind is clouded enough," Gilgamesh told him. "I merely shine a light to clear it, but you are not used to feeling such light."
Where there is light, there is darkness.
Ramirez whipped his sword down, straightening up once again. "Then show me that light, and I will show you my hunger and my passion to become the best in the history of all the universes there ever were. I, Ramirez, swordsman of the Silvites, will challenge you, Gilgamesh, and the winner shall truly be the uncontested Blademaster."
Gilgamesh stretched out his arms with another crease to his crimson mask, his eyes dark as he brought his blades up to glisten in the pale lanternlight. "It is decided, then!" he boomed, his right leg raising up for him to balance perfectly upon his left. With his swords held out in a perfect square set and his immense figure blocking most of the light in the chapelroom, Gilgamesh was a fear-invoking figure. "Look upon me now as a Destroyer of Worlds, Silvite Ramirez! Should you falter, I shall be your final enemy! Should you prevail, may you go into history as the Greatest!"
Ramirez set his left leg out and his right leg back, holding the Ginken katana in both hands in the most traditional of sword stances to face this Destroyer. They locked gazes for all of a moment, the challenger and the champion. Seconds ticked away like minutes as they faced one another; the eyes of Kaze, hidden in the darkness, watched in silence as the two measured each other as warriors. The quiet was almost unbearable to him- if his eidolon could last for a good ten minutes or so on the field, maybe there was still hope of beating this silver-crowned attacker.
No sooner had he pondered this, than they begun.
The Zantetzuken scythed in from the side as the Excalibur came down, and Ramirez ducked the scimitar to shove his blade roughly against the great longsword. As the Ultima Weapon and Masamune cleaved in for a scissors-cut, Ramirez backed away, tucked the Ginken in, and thrust out to catch the blades as they did so. Gilgamesh twisted those blades out to thrust his Excalibur in, taking advantage of the longsword's length. Ramirez weaved his head out of the way, earning a slow nick across his already-scarred cheek as the holy blade went by, and leaned further as the Zantetzuken's return swipe lined for it. The move carried him from his feet into a sideways somersault, and Ramirez adapted accordingly. As he twirled to his side, his Ginken stabbed forward in a slow circle, and managed to score a hit on the hilt of the Ultima Weapon.
Ramirez bounced on his feet as he came to them, twirling the Ginken in a feint-and-blur. Gilgamesh did not fall for it, and spun in a sharp ninety-degree turn to deliver a rapid four-sword cleave at such a level that it would be impossible for Ramirez's Ginken to block in a vertical line. Ramirez compensated, however; his heels clicked as Gilgamesh turned in, and without much duress his feet tucked in for a jump that just missed the foremost Excalibur by a millimeter, and as he came down, he executed his favorite aerial strike. With his left arm out and the Ginken behind his back in an overhand stance, he slashed forward with a loud yell.
Gilgamesh tilted his head to the right, and the Ginken clanged against the armor beneath the cloak.
Ramirez grit his teeth, but was not yet defeated; being in the air, he had an advantage. His heels came down as the Excalibur and the lower three swords began to draw back, and he let his feet clack against its long, dark surface. The propulsion sent him up again, and he stabbed his sword in the roof to kill the momentum. Dangling there was precarious, and Gilgamesh knew it. The red-cloaked swordsman cut up again, and Ramirez could only tuck his legs in. He winced as the tip of the Ultima Weapon raked his shins, but again he struck. He swung himself from the ceiling as the sword slid out of the tower, and the motion brought him to the near wall of the large room. His feet met it, his legs pulsed, and he shot from the wall to spring like a spear towards Gilgamesh, swinging the Ginken out in a fierce copy of an iaijutsu attack.
Gilgamesh drew back all swords behind his large frame, began to spin them, and shot them forward in a blender attack. Ramirez chewed his lower lip and twisted the blade, killing the slash to form a block. His blade stopped the blender strike, the four swords locking around it, but Gilgamesh moved forward to slam his heavy shoulders against Ramirez's midair form. Ramirez grunted and was brought down to a crash at the other's feet, rolling out of the way before four blades stabbed into the ground where he had been. Ramirez turned his grounded spin into an awkward roll, tucking in his shoulder to come up to his feet, and then spun to block the cross-shaped cut that came down at him, locking the Ginken diagonally against the horizontal Zantetzuken and Masamune. The Excalibur and Ultima Weapon stabbed in from the side, and Ramirez pulled back his blade to again lock them together. That, however, left it open for the other two curved blades to uncross and perform a scissors-cut that reopened the wound on Ramirez's chest.
"Uuunhh!" Ramirez grunted, backing away as the tattered chest of his shirt was torn open. He grunted again as Gilgamesh then slashed forward with the Excalibur and Ultima Weapon, and felt the shirt almost completely ripped asunder as their tips cleaved shallow red wounds under his pectoral muscles. Ramirez grimaced at the touch, finding his pale upper body left bare and bloodied. Even with one sword, he was faring better than most people would, but he was also beginning to take welts and cuts that he could do without. He had to disable one of his opponent's swords, or else nab another one-
" Shi'nei!"
The voice from behind Gilgamesh caught both of their attentions, and it wasn't Kaze. Behind Gilgamesh were two dark knights of fiercely forged obsidian armor, obviously undead. They wore the armor of black paladins, and swords to match- both curved, more or less. One was like a model of the Slasher that Ramirez had seen on display in Arcadian weapon shops; the other was an Eastern blade, very Yafutoman. The one he had seen had been named Murasame, or some such. And they were both on a direct line for Gilgamesh.
The red-caped figure straightened up again, his swords glistening as he turned only his head to the dark knights. "You suffer unduly, I see. There is power here that binds you; I shall send you back to your graves. Fear not."
They needed no second bidding, and charged with swords upraised to deliver criss-crossing cuts to Gilgamesh's chest. They never got two steps in.
Ramirez himself had to cringe as they burst into little slices of corpse, their putrid flesh exploding through the dark creases of their armor as Gilgamesh used two swords upon each one to cleave them in three. Their arms went flying high as his return cuts literally disarmed them, and Ramirez found himself having to duck as their arms crashed bloodily into the floor in front of him. But, even before their dead bodies hit the ground, Ramirez's eyes widened at the sparkling objects held in those arms.
The Slasher- and the Murasame-like swords were held in them.
"...did that on purpose, I see," Ramirez muttered, breathing a little harder. "You think so little of me that I cannot fare with one sword?"
Gilgamesh chuckled, swinging his blades out to flick the blood from them. "No. I simply wish to prove to you that no matter what type of blade you wield, whether it be one or two, that I cannot be beaten by a man who does not know the meaning of love. It would be best for you to yield and let me cut off your head."
Ramirez glanced at the swords laid in front of him, in the smoldering dismembered arms. Perhaps the other was right; even with two swords, he'd never be able to touch Gilgamesh. The other was simply too fast for his size, wielding all four swords as though they were twigs. And when they connected, it hurt, like a cold knife stabbing into you. Ramirez's eyes, however, narrowed on the sight of both swords. One sword couldn't beat Gilgamesh. Two couldn't, either.
He smiled, suddenly, and bent to pick up the swords.
"You are correct," Ramirez said, prying the handles from the dead fingers. "What type of blade I wield doesn't matter so much as the number does. I must seek a way to compensate. For if one sword cannot beat you, or if you shall even shrug off two..."
He threw the Ginken up, and shifted both the other two swords to his arms, shouting as the blade came down again. "Then I will best you with three!"
The Ginken twirled once in the air, sparkled like an angel falling from heaven, and then fell still as Ramirez's mouth shut to bite into its hilt. Kaze marvelled as the Silvite now held three blades in attack position- the Murasame in his left, the Slasher in his right, and the Ginken Silvatana pointing out to the right with its edge facing towards Gilgamesh, held unwavering in Ramirez's strong jaw. Ramirez did not once let his mouth fall, clutching the blade tightly in his sheath. His eyes glistened lethally over his bloodied cheek as he faced down Gilgamesh with all three swords readied, staring at him challengingly from the side.
Gilgamesh readied his own blades, shaking his head as a master to a misunderstanding pupil. "You do not understand, Ramirez," he said. "Even the poorest of swordsmen feels love. Failing to realize this is a fruitless error, and you would do well to remedy it. Even with three swords, I shall defeat you, for you do not allow yourself to feel even the basis of human emotion."
"I'm not human," Ramirez gritted out over the white hilt of his blade, a slow tear of red gleaming from his eye. "And I do understand what it feels to love someone. I have learned to. That is why I must fight until I die."
Gilgamesh bowed his head slightly. "You love someone, you say?"
"Yes," Ramirez gritted again. "And even if the dawn must come for me, I will show you the passion and hunger that has helped me realize it."
Watch this duel, Yamazaki Shinnosuke. Ramirez grinned tightly at the memory of his previous- and possibly, second-to-last- duel. "Ikuzo," he said, and through his eyes Gilgamesh could see the irises of Yamazaki Shinnosuke, and Laguna Loire, and Gilder, and above all, Scarlett Welles.
And now he faced Ramirez as an emotional equal.
They charged again, wordlessly, and clashed. The Ultima Weapon swept in horizontally, blocked by the Slasher, and the Murasame rang dully against the Masamune as Ramirez struck. Then the scissors cut came again, from the Zantetzuken and the Excalibur, and Ramirez twisted his head sharply to the left to clash the Ginken against them with astonishing power. Gilgamesh's head cocked back- had he truly failed to knock the blade from Ramirez's teeth? The strain must have been incredible, and yet the Silvite was pushing like a madman, his eyes flared with foresty rage. Ramirez pushed forward still, using the twist of his head to spin forward again. His blades danced from Gilgamesh's to spin in a blur, and he swept up diagonally with the Murasame while slashing downward with the Slasher for Gilgamesh's stomach. Gilgamesh succeeded in blocking both, swiping the Zantetzuken for a choreographed block to the Murasame while the Excalibur caught the Slasher low.
Then he actually grunted as the Ginken actually slid past the crossed Masamune and Ultima Weapon to cut into his chest.
What!? Gilgamesh's mind raced, and then locked onto the answer- the Ginken, a Silvatana when Ramirez had first spinned, had now turned into a Silva...tachi? Gilgamesh swore as he realized what had happened- Ramirez was using his magic to change the length, structure, and thinness of his blade. He had narrowed it to almost a paper-thick edge, easily catching Gilgamesh off guard to deal a slash.
"Hah! You're doing even better than any of my previous duels, to be fighting with three swords!" Gilgamesh boomed, and whipped the Masamune and Zantetzuken up as Ramirez's spin began again.
Ramirez only grinned tightly, twirling his blades behind his back to deal a two-sword block to Gilgamesh's upward swipe as he blocked. "Can't you tell? I've been using four swords, just like you."
Gilgamesh frowned at that, unable to see how this little, silver-crowned boy was using four swords. As Ramirez twisted his body forward again, Gilgamesh saw his chance, and with his Excalibur and Ultima Weapon, he stabbed forward at Ramirez's bare stomach. Gilgamesh almost sighed as Ramirez forgot to bring his swords down for a block- he supposed the duel had been premature. Such a pity, that the Silvite had to die like this. Gilgamesh gave his arms a little extra push and waited for Ramirez to double over as the blades punched through his vulnerable stomach, ending his life-
-and then Gilgamesh recoiled as something hard and solid struck him in his side, and he watched Ramirez's spin complete as he staggered back from the shot.
It clicked then, in Gilgamesh's mind, as he caught the dark sheen twinkling at Ramirez's side as the Silvite stepped away. The scabbard. By Enkidu, he IS using four swords! He never forgot, he just played me like a fool...
Gilgamesh refused to let himself be taken in like that again, and charged his towering figure to Ramirez once more. They clashed viciously, and Kaze marvelled in silence at their fight. Ramirez's somersaults took him over Gilgamesh's astonishingly tall form to let him cut at the summon's cape and cowl, and Gilgamesh's spins countered the three blades with anti-air stabs and thrusts. Ramirez's Murasame rang with the Masamune in a vicious cleave as his Slasher's wide scimitar flat disposed of the Excalibur/Ultima stabs, and he slashed in to cut against the Zantetzuken. Gilgamesh whirled it down only to be blocked in turn, and he brought the Ultima Weapon up as Ramirez pushed it back down with his Slasher. Ramirez slowly pushed from it to somersault to the side again, and spun as he did so to slash the Ginken up and down along Gilgamesh's blocking figure. He twisted in the spin and landed on his feet, then locked the Murasame and Slasher over the protruding Ginken in a stance. He rushed forward and slashed the two swords in an X with the Ginken locked horizontally against their conjoined points, and it took all the points of Gilgamesh's blades to lock with the blades' hinges to push the Silvite back.
Yet for every block given, there was a counter. Ramirez grunted as the Zantetzuken slit his right shoulder, and his Ginken cut through the mask of Gilgamesh to split the summon's lips. The Ultima Weapon stabbed into his thigh, and Ramirez twisted his arms to deal a fierce cross-slash over Gilgamesh's hip. Blades flashed and locked, blocked and parried, riposte'd and counter-attacked. A wind-up slash straight out of Ramirez's Ginken Ryu almost surgically opened Gilgamesh's left thigh, and a riposte painfully brought the Excalibur's tip through Ramirez's side, away from any vital organs but straight through the flesh. Cuts and lacerations adorned Ramirez's chest to the point where his shirt was no longer intact, and soon Gilgamesh's cloak and mask were riddled with a different scarlet as Ramirez's Ginken four-sword style took its toll.
Then the Ginken stabbed into Gilgamesh's chest, and the Zantetzuken ripped the most terrible wound of all on Ramirez's chest.
Kaze watched in horror as blood and ichor erupted from the combatants' chests, and each fell to his knees, sagging breathlessly as the toll of the fight wore on them. Ramirez snorted blood and air through his nose, the Ginken still fiercely bitten between his teeth. Gilgamesh did not pant as heavily, but did wheeze somewhat, the ichor seeping from behind his mask. Both their eyes closed, and for a moment Kaze feared they were both about to go over and die, but they did not.
"Your skill...is incredible, boy," Gilgamesh said. "As far as duels come...you are the most challenging I have had..."
Ramirez's hair was peppered with scarlet horror, but he managed a feral grin of his own. "I was correct...if I defeat you, I shall be the strongest...you are, indeed, the Master..."
They both straightened up at the same time, hauling themselves by use of their swords to face each other again. "Let this be the end of it, then," Gilgamesh boomed. "I must see your hunger, your passion in this next strike... I desire to see how you shall live, and how you may choose to die, even if you do not fall..."
Ramirez's wound seeped with blood, and Kaze could see he was badly wounded. How he was still breathing was beyond him- the man simply wouldn't die. There was something bringing him back up, each time he scored a hit or went down. All the while he had jumped the ceiling and the wall only to be put down again, he had rolled out of the way, or brought up a sword to block. Something had him risen up, ready to fight, to defend once again. To survive...
"I will show you...what it is I desire. With this next pass, I will prove the battle is mine..." Ramirez almost purred, wincing only a little as his wound sparked with blood. Kaze winced; his chest was slashed in three cuts over the same area...
Gilgamesh and Ramirez now faced each other in the darkness of the chapel. The floor was raked white with cuts from their near-hits, with Gilgamesh's footsteps imprinted where he had stomped and Ramirez's burn where his Silvite aura had most flared. Everything was silent, as though the orcs and demons had agreed to let these men fight and die, lest they end up like the dismembered dark knights whose armor lay contentless upon the ravaged floor. And still, as the mist from their odious armor rose and the blood from wounds dripped, Ramirez and Gilgamesh did not once tear their gazes from one another.
Four swords on four swords. Silvite aura against Eidolon aura. Sylvan eyes on golden-dark sockets. Remnants of red cloak against tattered black cloth. Black ichor mixed with deep red blood on the floor. Champion against challenger. The legend against the urban myth.
They charged for the last time. Ramirez held his Murasame by the hilt with the edge down and facing out, and locked the pommel against the hilt of the Slasher as he upraised it vertically in front of him. With the Ginken held tight in his teeth, and he quickly began to twirl his blades into a clockwise spin, biting into his Ginken's hilt as firmly as he could, and gave his most powerful spin to swing the scabbard out horizontally. Likewise, Gilgamesh executed his final attack, twirling the Zantetzuken and the Masamune in a counterclockwise motion, rivalling their curved equals held in Ramirez's hands. At the same time, he spun his immense, crimson-clothed figure around to slash out his Excalibur and Ultima Weapon, both tremendous blades screaming in the air as he mirrored Ramirez's final attack. They shot forward for the final time as their spins carried them around in red and silver blurs, and there was the sound of multiple clangs, grunts, and rips as their attacks hit home.
Kaze's vision lit up as their auras flared, and when it settled again, he saw each on one knee, lunged forward, with bloody swords held out.
Then he winced as Ramirez straightened up with a gasp, coughing blood as a line of blood ripped over his back, and fell forward on his knees. "Unnhh..." he rasped, the Ginken falling from his mouth to clatter bloodily against the dark floor. "Damn...nnngh..." he moaned again, clutching his sternum. Kaze's brow furrowed sympathetically at the blood, deep wound there, and the cuts that adorned Ramirez's forehead. The attack had left him in bad condition.
Kaze gave an expressionless look to Gilgamesh, who likewise knelt down, ready to congratulate his holy summon as the victor- and then he watched in shock as the summon sagged forward with a brutal-sounding cough, his three arms clutching a spot on his side- where his fourth arm, holding the Masamune, was soaked in blood. Kaze gaped at the terrible wound there, and even more so at the kanji pattern carved against Gilgamesh's chest armor. Ichor seeped through it, enough to tell Kaze that the wound had been deep. A glance to the Slasher and Murasame, cracked and broken, told him further that Ramirez's succession technique had been performed with so much power that it had torn through even the solid mythril of Gilgamesh's armor. Only the Ginken remained intact.
Ramirez's head sagged, and he weakly brought his head up, spitting blood. "That...that is my pass...ion," he managed feebly. "I'm more...much more than willing...to break steel or bone, if it means defeating you...is that, in the end, what it means to protect...to die, for love, holy master?"
To Kaze's surprise, Gilgamesh chuckled and stood up effortlessly. He could almost taste Ramirez's shock as the summon spoke with ease. "You understand, Ramirez. Just as your scabbard's impact on my side, during that pass, protected you from death, so too did the memory of the 'sheathe' that controls your anger save you from dying." Gilgamesh's head turned over his shoulder to look at the downed Silvite. "Had you spun any slower, I would have cleaved you asunder. Yet I saw the Ginken gleaming with pride as you neared me; it is a truly excellent sword, to respond so well to the spirit of its master."
Before Ramirez could respond- or perhaps, to spare him from the effort of responding- Gilgamesh turned and walked easily, ichor and all, to the Silvite. He bent down and scooped up the Murasame at Ramirez's side in the same hand with which he held the Masamune. There was a quiet between them, then, as Gilgamesh waved the blades through the air, and as a sparkle of aquamarine light washed over the both of them, Ramirez and Kaze saw the Murasame revive itself. The blade gleamed to full strength again, as though freshly forged, and now the hilt was red with a platinum hilt, as the blade took on the appearance of blood. Energy from the Masamune crackled over it, as though in rebirth.
Gilgamesh brought the sword down, and presented it at Ramirez's kneeling feet. "This is the Muramasa, Blood Sword of legend. It was my friend, Enkidu's. I entrust you to it, Man of Silver; as long as you can understand the nature of love, so too will this, a tool of blood, carve a legacy for you. My heart swells with pride to give the title of 'strongest sword' to a boy like you. Nevertheless, know this; there are none stronger than I."
Ramirez looked at him with accusing bitterness, which Gilgamesh returned with a twist of his lips into a wide smirk. Surprising Kaze, Ramirez returned it with a bloody grin. Gilgamesh gave him a nod, and Ramirez's aura seemed to crackle even brighter, as though that simple gesture of respect- that acknowledgement of skill- had given him new power all on his own. Gilgamesh turned to Kaze, then, and brought all four mystical blades into the sheathes within his cloak. "My time here has passed, dark warrior," Gilgamesh said deeply, his cowl rippling back into a seemless blanket of crimson. "I again go to a world of shadow. My sword shall cut down any opponent you desire to best! Call on the name of the Holy Warrior when next you have need of me!"
Gilgamesh's presence was cloaked by mist again, and Ramirez covered his eyes as the other's tangibility vanished into the darkness. A brief flicker of smoke, and it was over, and Ramirez saw Kaze salute with his gun and seem to dissipate into the shadow. It happened so quickly in his surreal, bloody vision that Ramirez almost thought it his imagination- but the blood red blade at his knees, alongside the gleaming Ginken, proved it was not so. He weakly gripped the both of them, using them to stagger upright as the blood squeezed further from his cut. He felt like fainting, and he almost had when the deep, shadowy voice of Gilgamesh boomed down upon him.
"That name is Gilgamesh..."
Ramirez feebly sheathed both swords in his tattered belt, hugging the remains of his shirt to his chest as he walked for the stairwell again. And yet, as he staggered forward, the smirk on his pale, glowing face, was replaced seemingly forever by a proud, undaunted smile.
The honor is mine, Gilgamesh. Thank you...and thank you, 'sheathe'...
Scarlett...
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Just posting this to get a few A-Votes out. Randomly assorted- I'll edit the fight later.
1 A-Vote to Ryo
1 A-Vote to Delita
1 A-Vote to Shadow
Protect on Scarlett from Shadow
Really, this is randomly assorted. You guys can crotch-punt me later. XD
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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.Edited by: TenshiKain at: 6/9/02 2:27:28 am
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 65
(6/9/02 12:08:53 am)
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Bye bye, visage of old...
Scarlett had realized by now how much she hated her shoes.
She was panting and limping, drained by her own medicine, raked with four differnt kinds of aches and cramps. Coagulated blood mixed with the sweat on her skin and fell to the floor in awkward, purposeful gobbets.
Gilder was less tired but running slower. "Lady, please. You'll only hurt yourself!"
Scarlett coughed and leaned a hand on the wall for support. "I promised him we'd meet him up there. I'm meeting him up there."
Gilder had long lost count of how many flights they climbed, but bit his lip and kept on running, arms ready to catch Scarlett if she ran out of energy and fell.
Suddenly, she stopped. "That's IT!" she spat, and fumbled to pry off her shoes. One, when she kicked it, ricocheted off the brick wall and stabbed into a bat that had been hiding in the rafters. The other simply rolled. And Scarlett, as soon as she was done, took off up the stairs again.
Gilder managed to laugh and quicken his pace a bit. "If you'd done that the first round you wouldn'tve gotten shot."
"If I'd done that the first round we'd never have tracked down Rami or Laguna," she stated easily, still running on empty but feeling freer.
They barely realized when they'd made it to the last door.
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"Is it ready to be tested?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then go."
[/b]Crack. Fizzle. Thud.
"Status?"
"Mortally wounded."
"Up the voltage."
"Ma'am?"
"You heard me. Up it. I want whoever touches that bottle to be braindead on contact."
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"Oh, Fuck! Laguna!"
Sliding along the floor in her bare feet, she practically fell beside his broken body, already fumbling with the potions on her anklet. I'm not letting you go, Laguna...
She wiped strands of long, black hair off his face and parted his lips, and, for a moment, considered.
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Thus explains the previous Alchemy on Laguna.
Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?

Isn't the irony lovely?
Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 134
(6/9/02 12:19:15 am)
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248 Damage.
That's how much damage you guys were capable of dealing all together. That Sorceress was easily defeatable...
Anyway, the round is over, and since I have no work tomorrow, and thus, no need for sleep, the tallies and next round will be up sometime tonight.
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The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 27
(6/9/02 12:29:10 am)
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248 Damage my arse.
If I had to venture a guess, (a very educated one, I might add,) I would guess Thrill Seekers and Snow Falling Quickly Down A Hill have been eliminated, with The Reluctant Ones following closely.
This of course doesn't take into account private votes or that someone may have overvoted or misused an ability.
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I am .

Yes. I do see the typo. No. I'm not going to change it.
 Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 6/9/02 12:31:10 am
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allenhill2002
RTT: Golbez
Posts: 380
(6/9/02 12:36:52 am)
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Re: 248 Damage my arse.
And without taking into accout the fact that the numbers you picked at the begining of the round might carry hidden A-Votes or R-Votes.
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The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 28
(6/9/02 12:41:49 am)
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Re: 248 Damage my arse.
That too...
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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 47
(6/9/02 12:47:51 am)
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Re: 248 Damage my arse.
*groans at the carnage* XD Holy cows, I don't think we'll make it out of this one... Nobody likes the apathetic hedgehog... ;_; Still surprised I managed to make it this far, still.. ^_^; *Goes to see who got more A-votes, him or Ryo. c.c*
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