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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 75
(6/6/02 5:18:54 pm)

Laguna Loire: 3-5
Laguna Loire: 3-5

Laguna turned away from Scarlett. His heart felt bruised.

I don’t understand what’s gotten into me. Why am I feeling this way about her?

He made his way back towards the building where the contestants had first entered this world, searching for the missing Issac. He came across his compatriot just outside the skyscraper. His body armor was gone and he looked like he’d been through a tough fight.

“You don’t look so good,” Laguna informed him, displaying his mastery of stating the obvious. Issac looked at him like he was an idiot. Laguna blushed.

“Well, you don’t,” he muttered as he went about healing his teammate.

~~~

Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 1

1 R-Vote to Issac

Remaining:
6 A-Votes
0 R-Votes
1 SPECIAL-DOUBLE-R-VOTE
60 SPs

Short but sweet. I need sleep. Laters.



"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor."

Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 48
(6/6/02 5:29:22 pm)
Re: Huh?

Ward rounded the corner just time to see the swift and graceful Ramirez cut down Ryogo with 3 quick swings of his long saber. In response, Ward rushed Ramirez, catching him at the shoulders with his new shiny metal paws and bashing him in the his new shiny metal faceplate. Ramirez stumbled back, stunned long enough for Ward to leave Ryogo with a touch of medical aid.

"Not enough though..."

Then Ward turned back to Ramirez, who had assumed some sort of sword combat stance and lay waiting for his attack.

< Invunerability Shield Fully Charged >

"Great."

< I believe a thank you is in order. >

"Shut Up...


Ward charged Ramirez, ignoring the saber that crashed into his shoulder plate. He snagged his opponent around the waste with his left arm, dragging him 30 yards, charging through two office walls and furniture before shattering a segment of galss pannelling and hurtling out the edge of the building.

Ward watched the stories fly by, all the while tightening his grip around the howling Ramirez's waste.

230.......210.......190........160.....

The pair smashed into a partly destroyed metal crosswalk that sprawlled between two skycraping buildings.

Suprisingly, it didn't collapse.

Ward climbed off of the groaning, broken figure he had landed apon, gaving him one last kick to the ribs. He returned to the first building he had plummeted from, digging his heals into its outer structure, and began his long climb upwards.
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R-vote Ryogo
A-vote Ramirez
Deathblow Ramirez

"Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a tooth"
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Ward is now scaling the building. Think King Kong.

---
"Thats a big question. I'm just a simple person."

Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 113
(6/6/02 5:31:11 pm)

Act 3, Scene 7 - "Rooftops"
The gunman was standing with his back to a wall, checking all directions, as Ivan touched down infront of him. Hooking the rod back on his belt, he sat down cross-legged infront of Gilder, who lowered his gun slightly - but still kept it ready for any attack. "Hey there kid. Good to see you're still around. Uh.. you didn't see a black-suited gunman around, did you?"

Could it be..?

Ivan slowly felt into Gilder's mind, and the image of Kaze, the Black Wind. A wave of humiliation passed over him for a second, then he shut it off.

"Kaze. No... I'm trying to find him myself. Have you seen the Red Mage? Vivi?"

"Nope. Not really seen anyone here. I've been staying out of the way just now."

Ivan grinned. "I wish I could do that. If my team-mate injured you, I'm sorry. Take this - " he tossed Gilder a herb - "it should ease the pain."

With that, he took off again, arcing over the rooftops.

Soon.. the people I can call allies will become my enemies. Until then though.. Ivan reached out with his mind again, seeking Vivi or Kaze. And finally, something happened. A spark, a blink in his mind - there! He spiralled round, and headed for the tower - and the bolt of energy blasted him in the side. Below him, on a rooftop, an old man jumped up and down, cackling slightly. "Hoo, hoo! That got him! That got hi-"

"Spirits of the Air! Come to my side! SPARK PLASMA!" Three bolts of energy shot from Ivan's fingers, slamming into the old man and his two companions. Ducking low over the lip of the next building, Ivan let himself breathe again. I'm so close.. I can't be stopped now. It's just round this corner...

And it was. Sitting dejectedly in a suit of armour, a black cape wrapped around him, hat bobbing slightly, was Vivi. Who the tall guy was, however, he didn't know.

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1 R-vote to Gilder!
1 Absorb to Agrias, healing Vivi!
1 Absorb to Strago, healing Vivi!
1 Absorb to Golbez, healing Kaze!


Nothing personal folks, but I'm runnin' outta people to shoot...

O'er to you, Sylph.


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

Edited by: Baka at: 6/6/02 5:35:37 pm
Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 38
(6/6/02 5:33:42 pm)

Re: Laguna Loire: 3-5
Issac sighed. "I... made a few stupid choices today. Not used to doing that."

Laguna shrugged, and continued patching the youth up. "We all make mistakes sometimes. What makes us better for it is the ability to learn from those mistakes."

Issac looked up, rather suprised. "You think so?"

Laguna laughed, something that came to him more easily than most kids, Issac reflected. "Issac, I can say that I've seen more of life than you have. I can also say that there are some mistakes you can never fix, no matter how hard you try."

The young swordsman looked downcast, but Laguna continued. "That doesn't mean, however, that you stop trying. Doing that only means that you don't have even the smallest chance of making things right, no matter how big or small of a mess you've gotten yourself into."

Issac had that dubious look on his face again. "So you have to keep trying, even if there's no chance? That sucks."

Laguna laughed again. "Now, you're sounding less like an adult and more like a kid. That's good!"

"Oh, good... Hey, wait a second!"

Wow, he fell for that one easily. Poor guy; something must have really rattled his nerves. I guess I need to look after him for now. He doesn't have any armor--and in many ways, he's still a kid at heart.

He finished patching up Issac, keeping him preoccupied with a corny joke or two, and decided to follow him afterwards.

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A situation to use up some of my votes before I turn in...

One A-Vote to Ward
One A-Vote to Cinder
One A-Vote to Ryugo

Deathblow to Ryugo
Deathblow to Ward
Deathblow to Cinder

Defend Ramirez, A-vote to Ward
Defend Scarlet, A-Vote to Ryugo

Edited by: Kyo at: 6/6/02 7:11:46 pm
The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 21
(6/6/02 5:35:39 pm)
Whoo! I finally read it!
Who am I kidding?! I have bad writers block today.

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4.1

(This takes place waaaaaaay back there at the beginning of the round.)

Yoshi was tired. Very tired. Verrrry tired. Valde defessus. (You get the idea.)

It had seemed like the previous round would never end. On top of that, there was his run in with Conker. He still had those lyrics stuck in his head.

Jump Around! Jump Around!

He glanced around and noticed that Bowser's teams' bracers had changed color slightly, he took this to mean that they had been eliminated.

"I'm gonna take it easy this round..." he thought.

He tossed some powerups to his teammate as they left.

---

4.2

Yoshi was one of the last ones in the room.

"I suppose I have to choose one of those contraptions," he thought. "Being that I'm not going to do much, healing would make the most sense." Yoshi realized he ad no clue whick one was which.

He closed his eyes and jumped towards one of the chambers. When he was inside, he heard a voice say, "You have chosen Biotheric First-Aid Tool. You now have additional healing power, including any healing you have done in the 15 minutes."

"Sweet," Yoshi thought.

With that, he jumped out the open window and started gliding down to the street.

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Yoshi chooses healing enhancement.
1 R-Vote to Issac (Kyo).
1 R-Vote to Laguna (Shizuyoko).
1 Doubled R-Vote to Issac (Kyo).
1 Doubled R-Vote to Laguna (Shizuyoko).
Yoshi uses Chakra for 9SP.
-- Yoshi takes 2 damage as a result.
-- Issac (Kyo) recieves 2 healing.
-- Laguna (Shizuyoko) recieves 2 healing.

Yoshi : Level 2 : 8 A-Votes : 2 R-Votes : 1 Doubled R-Vote : 31 Special Points : Writers Block


---

I am .


Yes. I do see the typo. No. I'm not going to change it.

Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 6/6/02 6:11:28 pm
Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 47
(6/6/02 5:49:25 pm)

A simple understanding would suffice
In a zombie-like haze, Scarlett shambled though the city, drawing a different kind of stare than she usually did. Her stillettos dragged on the skyway floors, her eyes seemed permanently half-lidded, and thestill-too-thick and still-drying layers of blood covered the entirety of her back and shoulders and a good portion of everywhere else. She wouldn't have been surprised if a mortician found her and realized he'd forgotten to burn someone today.

Then again, not much was going to surprise her today.

She barely took stock of who she was walking toward. Gilder, her mind regarded as easily as it would "Door" or "Stop Sign". Maybe because he'd be funfilling both of those functions sometime soon.

She didn't even react when he blinked and ran up to her, adjusting his glasses with one hand and reaching for her with the other. "Scarlett! What the hell happened, lady?"

Her voice was soft and still a bit tired, lacking every scrap of its usual bite. "Remember those guys we tried to take out a while back...?"

"Yeah..." Gilder replied, starting to understand. He would have taken off his coat and covered her shoulders had he been wearing it. In the meantime, he just did his best to wipe some of the old blood away.

"Well, one of them appears to have a shot as decent as yours." She sighed into his touch slightly, more out of raw fatigue than anything else.

Gilder cracked a smile. "A lot of people here are 'decent shots'," he mused, his thoughts dwelling on Kaze for a moment.

Scarlett mustered a weak smile of her own. "Guess you've met one too, huh."

Before he could answer, she pulled back from his slightly and pressed hard with two fingers on the area between her breasts. The folds covering them parted like a cabinet, revealing a small arsenal of healing potions and her old alchemical tools.

Her smile got a little stronger. "Take your pick, sailorman. I won't be doing this the hard way today."


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One Doubled-up R-vote to Gilder
One Doubled-up R-vote to Vivi


Scarlett Welles
4 A-votes (Thank you, you adorable little mage!)
6 R-votes
1 Double-R-Vote
47 SP
Come on now won't you ease my mind?
Kya-heh.

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: 6/6/02 5:53:16 pm
Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 49
(6/6/02 5:51:38 pm)

Witness the Return of the Big Spike!

Only after fifty stories of hand of hand climbing the skyscraper did Ward's suit mention that it had built in grappling hooks and motorized climbing equipment. Of coarse, at this point, he was only twelve stories from his goal.

As soon as Ward managed to pull himself through the whole he and Ramirez had left did he spot two contestants, backs turned, in one of the near by office/lab rooms of the building.

Ward recognized the dark figure from earlier, and the old man, despite his plated armor, stood with a bit of a limp. They'd never know he was coming.

"Wait a minute, wheres my harpoon?"

Ward frantically felt at his waste and back, searching for his melee weapon. He found none, then the suit responded.

Sensors detect you are searching yourself. There are no detachable weapons of any kind equiped in this armor.

Ward stomped in frustration, then concidered the three foot spikes sticking out of each of his shoulders. He grabbed the spike on his right shoulder, and began forcing the metal to bend downward.

What are you doing? Those are not detachable. Please do not detach. Those are not detachable.

Wan


The metal spike snapped from Ward's shoulder, then he twirled it in his hands.

Ahhhhhhh! You Dumbass! You've broken me! Stubborn Madman!

Ward ignored the computer, gripping the slender end of the spike and swinging it several times.

Just like an old T-ball bat..."

Ward crept after the two contestants he had spotted earlier.
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A-vote to Strago
A-vote to Golbez

Ward is now armed with a Big Spike .

---
"Thats a big question. I'm just a simple person."

Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 106
(6/6/02 5:54:20 pm)
I am Megaman Ex
Just real quickly, I'll declare my selection of the energy attachment.

Back in a little bit...

Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 859
(6/6/02 6:01:00 pm)

The quiet before the storm
Psst... Virtual Cat... The tournament ends at 10:00. Krizak extended it. I think.

---

There was no place to go.

Billy soared through the sky with Emilia. Despite what he had tried to convince her, she still believed that he was divine. "No human can heal a person like that, Billy," she had said. "It's that simple- you're not human."

Despite this, she wasn't leaving him, and he wasn't leaving her. Both sides were their enemies now. There was little chance of survival.

They touched down on a walkway, and Emilia's wings folded back into her armor. They walked along the path to a large building, and entered. Billy was shocked at what he saw.

The inside of the building streched out incredibly far, but that wasn't what caught his attention. What did was what was in the building. Everything was recreated to look like nature. An artificial brook flowed in front of them, and large trees dotted the scenery. Small buildings- Buildings inside of buildings? -were arranged in a jumbled order. Many of them seemed to be residential.

"What... what is this?" asked Billy. "How can this be here?"

Emilia looked up to him with a smile. "The city may be concrete and steel, but we try to preserve it as best as we can. We've recreated a bit of it here. The rebellion and the government avoid bombing here. We should be safe."

They walked along the grassy slopes, hand in hand. Most of the walls were glass, looking out onto the city skyline. Billy walked up to an open wall and sat down, legs dangling over the side of the structure. Emilia followed, sitting next to him.

They stared forward, looking at the sunset. "That man...," said Emilia, looking sad. "That man... he said that tomorrow, you would be gone forever."

Billy looked forward, faced with the fact that he had been dreading all day. He looked down. "Yes," he replied. "Tonight, I will be taken from here to another world."

"Can you stop this?"

"No."

They stared forward at the city. The sun was barely a sliver now, seeing just a bit of it through the cracks between skyscrapers. Emilia shuddered.

"I... feel something. Something bad is going to happen," said Emilia, looking into Billy's eyes. "A lot of people are going to die soon. And... something terrible..."

Billy looked at her, amazed. "Do you mean that the rebellion and the government are going to fight?"

She shook her head, waving her red hair. "I don't know..." She swallowed. "I've never been this scared before, Billy. I don't know if this will be the last sunset that anyone in this city will see... I just know that whatever happens will be bad. Really bad."

Billy put his arm around her. She buried her face in his chest. Then she looked up.

"Billy? If tomorrow comes, and you're not here..."

"I'm sorry, Emilia. I can't control it."

She shook her head. "You don't have to be sorry. The time we have now is enough."

She kissed him.

And he kissed her back.

---

OK, so I've only given out one A-vote so far. I've been a bit pre-occupied, if you haven't noticed. Anyway, I've positioned myself where I should be in a good place for the big battle between the government and the rebellion. So I'll be ready to dish out some MAJOR votes.

--

Sponsoring Billy Lee Black

Did you notice that the two great angels only have one wing each...?

According to a legend handed down in Nisan...
God could have created humans perfectly...
But then, humans would not have helped each other...
So that is what these great single-winged angels symbolizes...
In order to fly, they are dependent on one another.
~Margie, Xenogears

Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 26
(6/6/02 6:04:20 pm)

Round 3
OOC: This takes place BEFORE Scarlett and Gilder are re-united. Sorry about these uncontrollable chronology problems. :P

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More Human than Human - Part III

The problem with his crimson handgun was more than Kaze had at first thought. To discover at the start of a firefight with pursuing troopers that it was jammed up was only the start. He was no stranger to the workings of his gun; he had repaired and maintained it for as long as it had been his. But even when he had dismantled it, hidden in the shadows of a church graveyard, he found nothing blocking the barrel. He knew it had something to do with Gilder’s lightning shot, but this time, it seemed as though it was beyond his expertise. Thus, the darkly clad man had slipped between the shadows, avoiding any trooper or contestant. It had never happened before – a problem with his gun that he was unable to deal with. But in that moment, he realized for the first time how much he depended on it. That crimson long-muzzle handgun with two vertical barrels; that was his weapon when the Demon Gun did not transform. It was, in reality, the closest thing he had to a reliable partner.

Certainly, in this realm of technological advancement, there would be someone who knew how to fix a gun, wouldn’t there? Or…were all of these soldiers so wrapped up in fighting each other that they wouldn’t know how? It would likely be an odd sight to them; a gun that not only didn’t shoot bright blasts of energy, but also didn’t spray out at least fifty bullets a second. He shook his head in the dark air; there would likely be no one who could help him. Without his gun, he was as good as naked.

Holding it up in front of him prompted a visor to encircle his eyes, green crosshairs moving across his field of vision and centering on the gun.

>> ARMAMENT : Handgun, Unknown Origin, Unknown Type
>> SERIAL LABEL : Unconfirmed
>> INFO : Modified construct, double-barrel
>> STATUS : MALFUNCTIONING
>> . . .
>> ASSESSMENT : seek ENGINEER for repairs |

A glowing cursor flashed at the end of the unprompted readout, a brighter green against the fluorescent visions the peripheral viewshield took in. It told Kaze much less than he himself knew about his gun, and the only useful information given him was to find someone who might as well be a needle in a haystack. Slowly, he slid the silent gun back into its place at his side and rose to his feet, seeking the nearest shadow in which to take refuge.

Alone, I am without power… His mind flashed back to times when his life was on the line and the Demon Gun had not transformed, leaving him to fend for himself. Power, he knew all too well, was only as strong as one’s ability to use it effectively. And as strong a weapon as the Demon Gun was, it had a will all its own. He was its master, but not its ruler.

And then, as if it had been sent to break his train of thought, he caught sight of a lone soldier, blonde hair hanging out of a helmet, dressed in a variable armor as crimson as his gun, walking with a slight limp down the street past the small churchyard. Alone. Ducking behind a tall headstone, he buried his face in the raised neck lining of his cape, concealing his breathing. Then, he glanced out again. The display of his visor, somewhat impared by the brown hair hanging down in his eyes, sprang to life again, this time centering on the soldier.

>> :response to previous querry
>> ENGINEER detected
>> RECOMMENDATION : initiate contact |

Kaze drew slowly upward to his full height, cape falling to just below his knees. Moving his right arm under its protective veil, he moved closer, into a place where he would be seen. The engineer seemed not to notice. He moved closer yet again, this time drawing his attention.

‘He’ was, in fact, a ‘her’. She lifted her arm as she turned to face him, perhaps intent on firing some sort of weapon. He kept his arms at his sides, only giving her a quizzical look over. When she began to lower her arm, he removed his crimson gun from its place at his side, causing her to immediately raise her arm again.

“Okay, talk fast; what’s your game?” she snapped in a commanding voice edged with weariness. Kaze turned the barrel of his gun downward and motioned it to her slowly, never taking his eyes off her form.

“I want you…to fix this.” Even when she did not accept it from him, he still held it out in offering.

“Heh…doesn’t everybody?” She threw him a snide glance, pursing her red lips. “What’s my motivation, little boy black?” She positioned her hands on her hips expectantly, waiting for the sound of something that would make it worth her time to even listen to more of the peon’s rambling.

“I have nothing to offer…nothing to give.” He spoke in a voice only slightly more than monotone, cold words seeming to fit the graveyard in which he stood. “Please…fix this” he repeated, motioning the gun toward her yet again.

Scarlett considered herself a savvy businesswoman (in all aspects of business), and certainly knew a raw deal when she saw one. The guy wasn’t even worth the armor he was wearing. From the looks of it, he was probably a contestant, and that was double the reason not to help him. She turned away, ready to leave, but caught a glance of his eye that, on hindsight, she wished she hadn’t. He looked rough, worn by the elements. His brown hair that hung down his back looked coarse and unkempt. His face bore a long scar from under one eye to under the next one, and even his sunglasses were missing the right lens. But the one eye that she could see clearly said differently. It bore a touch of sorrow, the weight of a burden, and a freedom from falsity. It was the honesty that only those who had nothing could possess. And in that instant, against the very fiber of her nature, against everything she had been raised to do and know, she decided she would help him.

“Well…what do you need?” she hesitated a bit as she walked forward, grasping the blood-red barrel of his gun in her hands. At first glance, it looked rather similar to Gilder’s sleek silver handguns. Gilder… She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and focus on the task before her.

“I cannot fix it. Please…” his voice trailed off as he looked at buildings burning in flames against the horizon of the late-evening sky. She detached a small utility toolkit from her belt and began to take the gun apart as far as it could be disassembled without tools, working with all the professionalism of the weapons expert she was.

Kaze sat on a wide gravestone a few paces away, paying little attention to the woman working on his weapon. He fingered his long tail of hair in his left hand, feeling the strength of the iron band that held it together at waist level. Looking up at the sky, he let go a silent sigh. There might be a light rain later.

What a maroon… thought Scarlett as she examined the parts of his gun individually. I could be planting a bomb in his gun; first time he pulls the trigger, it’d be over for him! Trusting fool…

“I think I’ve found the problem; there was bullet shrapnel caught in the feed mechanism. I don’t blame you for not finding it; I almost overlooked it myself. What the hell am I doing, reassuring this guy? Kaze nodded with the same deliberateness inherent in almost everything he did. Scarlett continued working with the precision only a businesswoman can, while in the distance, the sound of shouting and weapons fire rang out; the sounds of dying.

“So…” Scarlett lead in, attempting a conversation “where’s your team?” Kaze seemed almost not to notice her, staring off into the distance, looking at the outlines of the headstone sculptures against the buildings across the wide street and green graveyard expanse. “I’m looking for mine right now. A supple young guy with hair as silver as his sword, and a man in red…he has glasses kind of like yours, except his at least have both lenses…and he uses guns too….” She shut up as she felt her voice begin to waver, not wanting to sound weak. What am I talking to this fool about it for?

Maybe because I know, somehow, that he won’t tell a soul.

“How’d you know I was an engineer?” She watched as Kaze pointed to his visor with his left hand, nodding. “The stuff they’ve given us this round is pretty convenient. I wouldn’t have left home without them!” Why did she keep talking? Maybe she just found the sound of her own voice reaffirming. “I’m a weapons engineer for Shinra; not that you’d know much about it. Build this kind of stuff for a living, y’know.” She gave the screwdriver handle a deft twist as she carried on.

She looked at him again; he had to be the human equivalent of a statue. His black body armor reflected little light, and the only thing to differentiate him from a statue was the rustling of his midnight-black cape in the humid breeze. It was a look that dawned on her slowly, as she made the necessary repairs to his crimson gun…but he was unlike almost any man she knew. Maybe the closest to Ramirez. But at least Ramirez could carry on a conversation. Would that look mean the same for him? He was a man…at least technically. She decided it wouldn’t hurt her cause to at least ask, and to at least keep a bit of conversation going so that the churchyard wouldn’t be as silent as a….grave.

“Hey…so…” she fumbled over the words, as easy of words as they were. “What was her name?” When men stared off into the distance, forgetting all else around them, somewhere, some part of their thoughts were always on a woman they love…or loved. She gave a smiling sigh as she began putting the gun back together. How different from Laguna…always tripping over words…now look; he’s infected me with his befuddled speech! Turning her head so that she wouldn’t feel like shedding a tear, she closed her eyes, just for a second. It looked horribly unprofessional to have her mascara run.

“Anna.” Kaze whispered softly, his rough, deep voice becoming just a bit more gentle for the duration of one word. He said no more. Scarlett looked up at him; he was now looking right at her, as if his eyes were two Scan materia, trying to read everything they could as payment for his answer. She had an urge arise from seemingly nowhere to ask him more, but had a feeling she’d already pressed the boundary.

Handing his gun back to him, she spoke in a similar tone, so different from the one she’d addressed him with only perhaps fifteen minutes earlier. It was a silly thought, very silly, but it was almost as if by just not talking, it seemed like he really was listening to everything she said. Nah…men weren’t that attuned.

Slowly handing the red firearm back to the man in black, she summoned up the courage for a smile, feeling perhaps as far away from smiling as one could get. A gentle rain had begun to fall, and she felt a drop land atop her forehead.

“There you go; it ought to work perfectly now; in fact, even more perfect than it did before I repaired it!” As if it were his turn at a game, he didn’t take it the first time, electing to receive it back only after she thrust it into his hand. She turned to leave, to find some shelter from the momentary drizzle, and found him standing in the same place, holding the gun and looking at her. His brown hair was beginning to get wet, and yet he did not move.

I…I can’t stick around any longer… She clenched her fist to her breast and ran down the street, leaving the Black Wind where he stood alone in the shadowed graveyard upon the green grass. And I don’t know his name…

It was only after she had run several blocks did she realize that her limp from before was almost completely gone.

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R-votes to come later, with a more appropriate/descriptive post. :)

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Soil! My strength!

Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 6/6/02 6:07:36 pm
Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 114
(6/6/02 6:08:47 pm)

Re: Round 3
(Tenk, GET ON ICQ/AIM!)


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 49
(6/6/02 6:09:55 pm)
Can you believe this took me an hour to write?
It was funny, although Ryogo had never been to this place, it reminded him very much of home. From the heights of the walkway and skyscrapers amidst which he stood it was almost possible to forget that somewhere far, far below them was actual ground. The city seemed to hover in the air, completely detached from any sort of physical anchor. This in particular called to mind Okinawa Ocean City, but even that man-made island had a stronger physical presence than the open, airy spires of Treliam. However there was something that served as an even greater reminder.

As he and Cinder waited for Ward to finish his climb back up to them Ryogo was able to get a good look at the city. It wasn't always readily noticeable, but the signs of war covered the city like a blanket. In some cases it was as small as a broken window, while at other times it was blatantly obvious, such as the sound of distant explosions and the walkway in the distance that was even now collapsing before Ryogo's eyes. This was war, and Ryogo's time spent chasing after MIDAS and Lukav had long-since acclimated him to these feelings.

"It's a nice place," he whispered, mostly to himself despite Cinder's presence, "Pity it has to go through all this."

"Funny sentiment," a gruff voice called out from over to Ryogo's left, "Because the way we see it this is all your fault." Ryogo and Cinder turned to see a squadron of red and black armored soldiers facing them. "Time to die, rebels," the lead soldier growled.


Herbology activated (11 SP)
Herbologized R-Votes to:
Ward
Cinder

Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 27
(6/6/02 6:13:55 pm)

R3
Sorry Baka; this day has been a weird scheduling for me; I've come online only to post my stuff and refresh the pages in order to read offline. Carry on, teammate! I'll be around...

Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 37
(6/6/02 6:15:30 pm)

3-4
"Wait... Ivan...?" the mage sensed his familiar presence. Looking over his plated shoulder revealed a figure soaring over the skies towards them.

Ivan. Level 2.
Wpn. Ability low. Armour Def. Average. Mag. Ability High.
Danger! Significant threat detected.


Yep! That's Ivan alright. Well, maybe not the 'significant threat' tag... at least, not to him.

With a graceful landing, the Wind Adept stepped onto the catwalk next to the mage and the green warrior, Link.

"Good to see you again, Vivi!" Ivan smiled.

"H-Hi!" the mage chuckled, happy to see his teammate, then noticing some damage to his armour. "Hey... a-are you okay...?"

"It's... from a little encounter I got in," said Ivan.

"Oh, okay..." Focusing his power into a recovery spell, the mage shouted "Curaga!" as he raised his staff to the air. The swirling ethereal energy enveloped the two of them as both flesh and metal were repaired and restored.

"Thanks... so where do we go?" the adept asked.

"Well... w-we're looking for Link's friends..." the mage replied, pointing to the green armoured man who had remained silent this whole time.

"I see," said Ivan. "So, where to look?"

"Well..." Link spoke up. "I believe they may be somewhere over there." He pointed down the twisting catwalk, which led down a few stories to the lower floors. "I thought I recognized one of those robots."

"Alright, let's take a look." Ivan took the lead.

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Many votes here.

An R-Vote to Scarlett
A power R-Vote to Ivan, Kaze, and Ramirez.

Absorb (12 SP):
1 damage to Ward, 1 recovery to Aeris.
1 damage to Shadow, 1 recovery to Gilder.
1 damage to Cinder, 1 recovery to Ivan.
1 damage to Ryo, 1 recovery to Kaze.

AP.04 RP.00/00! SP.09


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.

Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 56
(6/6/02 6:25:10 pm)

Two on One: Reunited
"Scarlett?"

"Mmmm?"

"You're sure you're okay?" the gunman asked curiously. Something had been unusual about the woman ever since he'd met up with her again - not with her body. Something in the eyes, a crack in the usual mask of sensuality that clouded whatever she was thinking.

"Well, I've been better for certain," she replied with a disarming, seemingly vacuous smile. "Being repeatedly shot in the back does that to a girl."

The gunman shook his head, visions of Ryogo's head on a bloody pole being extremely appealing at the moment. "Well, I'm watching it now. I won't let that happen to you again," he growled, almost drawing his revolver to prove the point and then thinking better of such a pointless, showy gesture.

"I'm sure I can take care of myself - you and Ramirez too - but it certainly wouldn't hurt to look out for each other, too." Her eyes were still unsettling, focused on something far away, and Gilder turned away before she could see him looking into them.

He walked slowly, chewing on the herb that the blond-haired boy - Ivan? - had been kind enough to give him. He hadn't taken any injuries when he'd fought the black-clothed gunman, and the damage was more to his pride and his self-confidence than anything else, but the herb's bitter taste gave him something to concentrate on besides his strangely-behaving teammate.

Why had he done that, anyway?

The air pirate was a gunman, true, but that was because he had first used a gun at an early age and had continued to train his skills with that kind of weaponry. The gun was possibly the one weapon with which the weak, the young could protect themselves from those more powerful. It didn't have the finesse or the power of the blade, not the flexibility of other melee weapons, but its ability to even a fight made it his choice back then and his choice now.

As a Blue Rogue he'd preyed on the airships of the Valuan armada, both to strike back at his former oppressors and use his gains to help out others. Maybe he'd thought that by taking the black gunman's weapon for himself, he could use its powers to put an end to this competition. It seemed foolish now - power alone wasn't going to do anything for them all, since the thrice-bedamned dragonman had power and he was the one hosting it in the first place.

Maybe he was just -

"Ramirez!"

Just around the corner of the next building, the silver swordsman lay in a crumpled heap, unmoving, his body broken by some unimaginable force. Gilder's stomach turned at the thought of someone out there who could do this to one of, if not the best fighter he had ever seen. Glancing at Scarlett, they both quickly scanned the area for danger and then pelted it over the ground to their teammate.

"Dammit... dammit... this isn't working," Scarlett hissed, taking one of her few remaining potions and applying it to his body. Some of the physical damage was healing, but Ramirez's breath was still unnoticable and his eyes were in shock under the tightly clenched eyelids. "No fucking Phoenix Downs in this getup, didn't think I'd need one..."

"Phoenix Downs?"

She started slamming her fists down on the swordsman's chest, trying to force air into his lungs, then bending over his body to kiss him. For once it didn't look like her usual flirtations, that she was attempting something to try and bring him back to the land of the living. "They bring people back, people too badle hurt for potions or healing magic to work. But without them, I can't..."

"Let me try," Gilder said quietly. A section of his chest armour opened up and a selection of healing crystals lay in a rack, but most of them would have as little use as Scarlett's potions. Finally locating one of his few Riselem crystals, he broke it on Ramirez's armour and held the sphere up to the swordsman's nose. Eventually, just before Gilder lost hope, he began to cough and splutter as the worst of his injuries healed and breath entered his lungs again.

"Hey, man, good to have you back, "Gilder grinned, helping the swordsman to his feet. Ramirez was almost knocked down again as Scarlett threw herself around his neck, but this time he didn't try to push her away and accepted the embrace - maybe he was still too weak to object.

"I take it... you ran into... some trouble too?" Ramirez asked, looking distastefully at Gilder's weapon for some reason, as if he was beginning to piece something together in his mind.

"Just a little," Scarlett admitted, releasing him from her embrace and appraising him for injuries. "We're all getting to the point where it's risky being alone - maybe we should stay together from this point on."

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Special Ability: Herbology.
Herbology enhanced R-Votes to Scarlett and Ramirez.

Special Ability: Cover Fire on Scarlett and Ramirez. The next person to attack those two gets four points in automatic retaliation, people.


~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~

Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 108
(6/6/02 6:26:50 pm)

Re: R3
From the highest part of the city he had managed to get to thus far, Delita surveyed the multitude of battles progressing below, searching for Link, Aeris, Agrias, and anyone else he knew who might be willing to back him up against the scores of government soldiers that were patrolling all through the city.

Funny, that I should be considered a rebel, he thought wryly, recalling all the time he spent climbing his way through the ranks of the 'government' in Ivalice.

Peering down over the edge of the government building, Delita considered attempting another jump, but his armor had apparently come across complications during his flight from the last group of soldiers to reach the building upon which he stood now.

Too bad I don't have a gun of some kind...just this sword.

Though he could still use his Holy Knight techniques, a long-range weapon would have been greatly superior in the situations he had been finding himself in. The guards all seemed to have guns.

Between that and me not being at all familiar with this technology, it's making out to be an interesting day...

This thought seemed all the more true when Delita caught sight of the mass of guards approaching a smaller group far below on one of the expansive walkways.

Without bothering to consider the consequences, Delita made his decision.

Well, here's hoping I can get this thing to glide like before...

"Yeehaw!"

With that, he leapt off the roof of the building and to the walkway countless stories below, where Cinder and Ryogo had already begun fighting the soldiers.

Just as he was about to hit, the boosters on either side of the armor's crimson and gold back kicked in, and he slowly descended the rest of the way.

"Might I be of assistance, good sir?" Delita asked Ryogo as he drew his beam saber.

Edited by: Exeter at: 6/6/02 6:30:24 pm
Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 45
(6/6/02 6:27:36 pm)

Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
*Garai steps out of the church, and begins wandering the streets of the city, cheerfully incapacitating any guards who attempt to get in his way with a nice stun shot from his Buster. He steps around a corner...and sees Ward about to brain two contestants behind with a baseball bat. Garai is about to leap in and defend them...when he suddenly recognizes one of them as the screaming old man from earlier who floored him in the first round. So instead, Garai simply leans against the wall and listens to the satisfying smash of the Big Spike hitting armor plating. Garai grins, and silently claps...Ward spots him. Garai continues silently applauding, then with a grin, steps around the corner...and is gone.*

~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999

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Other teams may have snazzy quotes...but actions speak louder than words.
*Falls down.*

Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 862
(6/6/02 6:34:47 pm)

What's going on?
Was Krizak going to come in now and narrate the battle between the rebellion and the government? Or are we supposed to do it by ourselves? It's past 6:00, and Krizak said that the battle would begin at six...

--

Sponsoring Billy Lee Black

Did you notice that the two great angels only have one wing each...?

According to a legend handed down in Nisan...
God could have created humans perfectly...
But then, humans would not have helped each other...
So that is what these great single-winged angels symbolizes...
In order to fly, they are dependent on one another.
~Margie, Xenogears

The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 22
(6/6/02 6:35:57 pm)
Eggs as Bulletts!
4.3

(OOC: As I promised waaay back in the drafting thread, I'll have Yoshi snipe some people.)

As Yoshi was gliding towards the street, he thought, "I'm just going into the chaos." He changed plans, and started going up. He landed on top of a building. And half-heartedly threw some eggs at random characters.

(OOC: On the way up (or down) lets just say he saw/encountered Scarlett and Ward and tossed them some power-ups.)

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1 A-Vote to Link (Cirrus Velious).
1 A-Vote to Golbez (allenhill2002).
1 A-Vote to Ryo (Daigohji).
1 R-Vote to Ward (Simplistic Hero).
1 R-Vote to Scarlett (Mithrigil).
1 Doubled R-Vote to Scarlett (Mithrigil).

OOC:

To those I A-Voted, nothing personal. I just have bad writer's block due to the fact that school's almost over, finals, etc. I'm trying, though. I really am. If someone wants to write Yoshi into their story, go ahead. I might "respond" if I don't like it though. ;)

I know Krizak said 10 AM MDT for the minigame. BUT THATS UNFAIR! I'VE BEEN AT SCHOOL! So I will say Rebels, Assault Force. Do what you will with that.

Yoshi : Level 2 : 5 A-Votes : 2 R-Votes : 0 Doubled R-Votes : 31 Special Points : Writer's Block


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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: 6/6/02 6:49:57 pm
Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 110
(6/6/02 6:36:36 pm)

Re: What's going on?
Ack! In that case, I'm joining the rebels as an assault trooper-type guy... :D

While we're at it, better heal my teammates:

R-votes:
Aeris
Link

Edited by: Exeter at: 6/6/02 6:44:01 pm
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