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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 110
(6/6/02 12:16:35 am)
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Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Down!
Confessions of a Dragonboy
I'm a bad host. At least, in my opinion I am, and I'm sure at least a few of you must share this opinion.
I have hosted three tournaments so far, and two have them have fallen apart completely. Why? Because I get into these things without a clear concept of what I want to do. Only FFOS5 was remotely good, and even that had some bad writing on my part, particularly in the middle rounds. FFOS6 wasn't turning out bad, but then I had to restart it, and I just lost all drive. And finally, we come to this tournament, where I resolved to write ahead like Daig had done in his phenomenal tournament. But despite sitting in front of an empty word processor for hours at a time, I couldn't think of why my character wanted to host a tournament. So when the time for the tournament came at last, I quickly pumped out a last minute post with the best idea I could think of: that he wanted to become a god in order to have a purpose.
However, I never liked this concept, and thus, I still had trouble writing. I just didn't want to work on the tournament, and I made up lame excuses for my lateness. But then. something happened, something that made it so I believe I can write well once again.
I thought of a better idea.
While trying to figure out why the host would be impatient at the end of Round 2, I stumbled across a far better idea than I had had before. Why I didn't see it sooner, I don't know, but it's far better than wanting to become a god simply to have a purpose, and it even fits with the final sequence of rounds that I decided on.
So now I have a renewed resolve. My purpose now is simple: to make it so that when people look back at this tournament, they don't immediately recall the mediocrity of the first couple of rounds. Instead, what should first spring to mind are the rounds after I gained my resolve: the battles of Trelaim, the terrors of Malorné (the location name which made me memorize Alt-0233), the sheer impossibility of Zanerth, the revelations of Delmest, and the wonder of the Construct.
My first instinct, as always, was to destroy everything and start anew, but I know that would result in 32 people from around the world flying to Calgary to kick my ass. (Kojichan is number 33, but she doesn't have to fly. She can take a bus.) So instead, I'm just going to continue from here, and while I write for the new rounds, I'll also take a page out of the book of Squaresoft (or George Lucas) and go back to my old posts to improve them and make them consistant with where my story is now going.
Originally, I was going to end this with a request to never let me host a tournament again, but I now believe that I want to do just one more. I won't even announce it until I actually get a good idea, but one day, it will come around.
...Thanks for reading all that. (And if you skipped it, screw you.) We now return you to your regularly-scheduled tournament, already in progress.
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Act Three, Scene Three: Bleak Future
The walls of the room were windowless, and the only light was the harsh, bright light of fluorescent bulbs. As their eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room after the relative darkness of the sea, they saw that every surface in the room was covered with sheet metal, slightly bluish in hue. The room had a stark, utilitarian look to it, and the only thing that broke the monotony were the capsules that lined the walls. Each one was eight feet tall, and a holographic image was displayed with in, each one showing a different form of futuristic body armour.
It was upon seeing the suits that the contestants realized that they were wearing their original outfits. “Don’t get used to them, though.” They turned and saw their host, who was now wearing blue body armour similar to that shown within the capsules. One of his hands appeared to have been replaced by a futuristic blaster of some sort, and even his wings had plating over them. “Before you exit that door, you’ll have to get into one of these capsules. Once you enter them, you will receive body armour that will replace your clothing. This type of body armour is standard equipment here in Treliam, although not everyone has weapons. People wear their armour almost constantly, due to…”
He was interrupted as a tremendous explosion occurred outside, causing severe tremors which threw almost everyone in the room off-balance. “What the $@#! was that?” cried the little orange squirrel.
“That, my foul-mouthed friend, was the reason that everyone wears body armour in Treliam. You see, there’s a rebel faction that has taken to actively revolting against the government of this city. The two sides are almost constantly fighting against each other, and innocent bystanders are left to fend for themselves.” He smiled. “Your primary focus, as always, is to fight against each other, but if you wish, you may assist either the government or the rebel forces.” He headed towards the door, which hissed and moved upwards as he approached it. “Myself? I think I’m going to go see who’s stupid enough to attack me on sight.” He walked out the door, then quickly leaned back in. “Oh, and don’t fight in this room. You wouldn’t believe how expensive those capsules are…” He removed himself from the doorway, and the door hissed shut just as a cry of “WHOO-HOO!!!” rang out outside.
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The Reluctant Ones
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The Kupo Kids
KyleIII - Falco Lombardi from StarFox (Ranger) - Level 1 (24 XP)
Merton Dew - Mog from Final Fantasy VI (Adept) - Level 1 (16 XP)
Munkwunk - Onion Kid Dath from Final Fantasy III (Adept) - Level 1 (8 XP)
Magic Blades
Dareon - Blue and Rouge from SaGa Frontier (Enchanter) - Level 1 (13 XP)
Dry31 - Garai from Chrono Cross (Warrior) - Level 1 (2 XP) -
Twirdtwin - Ciran Uzuki from Xenogears (Warrior) - Level 1 (0 XP)
Ragnarok
Bugenhagen - Billy Lee Black from Xenogears (Ranger) - Level 1 (18 XP)
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CPC-MMX-294: Treliam, City of Strife
Starting Time: 12:00AM MDT Thursday Morning
Ending Time: 8:00PM MDT Thursday Evening
Special Rules: The Future of Warfare
Mini-Games: A City Divided
Once you exit the door, you will find yourself in the futuristic city of Treliam. You’ll be starting at about the 255th story of a 275-story building, so there are only a few buildings higher up than you, the tallest of which is the 327-story Government Plaza in the centre of the city. Highways and lesser roads are suspended at various heights between the buildings, and graceful walkways connect one building to another. Inside the buildings, you’ll find all sort of environments typical to a city: offices, apartments, schools, churches (though not of any Earth religion), malls, parks. All of these will have a futuristic slant to them (read: more computers), but they’ll all be recognizable for what they are. Lower down in the city, things get a little older and a little dirtier, but due to some of the government policies, nobody really lives in poverty here in Treliam.
However, this is a city with some major problems, and you’ll often come across the evidence of this in your travels through the city. There are pockmarks and craters in some of the buildings, and some walkways have had large holes blasted into them. The citizens of Treliam have been dealing with this for quite a while now, so most will recognize the signs of a imminent conflict and will quickly leave the area. They’re wary of anyone with visible weapons in their armour that doesn’t have the uniform of the City Guard: red with black highlights.
Special Rule
After you step into a capsule, you will gain a weapon which can be considered The Future of Warfare. Your Aerodyme Mark IV suits are the latest design, and they come with a variety of optional attachments. You must choose one of these options before you start voting. Any votes cast before choosing an attachment will be invalid.
- Offence: The T-17 Buster Cannon is the next step in person weaponry, capable of doing severe amounts of damage in a relatively short amount of time. Choosing this will give you six additional A-Votes.
- Healing: The Biotheric First-Aid Tool is the choice of field medics the world over due to it’s ease of use and efficiency. Choosing this will give you three special Double-R-Votes in addition to your regular amount. These count separately from your normal R-Votes, and you can use both an R-Vote and a Double-R-Vote on the same Sponsor.
- Energy: The Ayla-25 Personal Reactor feeds into the body’s energy supply, allowing the person using it to go without food or sleep for several days. Since the bracers are already eliminating your need for food or sleep, you can instead use this additional energy to add 40 more SP to your total.
Note that these aren't necessarily the exact parts your suit will have; your suit could have beam sabres, arm cannons, little satellite thingies that float around you and shoot at others, etc. As for what these suits look like, use these pictures as examples for designing your own battle armour.
Mini-Game
A City Divided: The Rebels and the Government have been fighting for a long time now, and they are both growing weary of it. Each side is therefore amassing their forces for one last battle, which is guaranteed to be the largest yet. You have three choices in this round: you can choose to join the Government, join the Rebels, or stay neutral. Should you choose to join a side, you will then have to choose your role:
- Main Forces: You will be fighting to maintain your positions within the city, and providing cover fire for the Assault Forces. Choosing this will cause you to receive two points of damage, but you’ll also receive 5 XP for your efforts.
- Assault Forces: You will be the ones constantly pushing the enemy back, striving towards the victory that your side so richly deserves. Choosing this will cause you to receive four points of damage, but you’ll also receive 10 XP for your efforts.
The City Guard wears uniforms of red with black highlights, while the Rebels have no set uniform, but wear whatever body armour they can get their hands on. Don’t start thinking that one side or the other is completely flawless; while the Government is a bit too strict and severe, the Rebels tend to be too violent and anarchistic.
The two sides will amass their forces at 10:00AM MDT Thursday Morning, and the battle will begin an hour later. You must have chosen a side before this time, or you will be ineligible to do so.
Edited by: Alexander Krizak at: 6/6/02 2:54:00 am
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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 29
(6/6/02 12:29:37 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
(Krizak, I never once doubted you on hosting any tournament, especially because you've demonstraited many inspirational, sometimes questionable, ideas when we'd talk about random gaming stuff. Never feel like you've been doing a bad job. Most of the best ideas EVER to come out of any person, were 'On-the-fly', from people who were just 'winging it'. Sometimes, stress can be a good factor, or not. Lame excuses or not, I really liked that Water level, despite my character's hatrid toward it. :D With, or without the Speedo's. Anyways. This setting is a very good one, as well. It reminds me so much of something I had read once. And, I shall make good uses of this situation. I'm sure everyone agrees with me, that you are an excellent host. Being able to write a lot is good, but being able to convey an idea, or a dream, is even better. Keep that in mind.)
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(Thinks up a post. XD)
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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 38
(6/6/02 1:06:18 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
Alrighty then...lets get this party started...
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Link stood in the center of the metallic room and looked at the capsules. All filled with different sets of armor....ooo...A green one!! Link ran into the capsule, with Navi following quickly, and sliding in right before the door closed. The armor materialised around Link, and he looked around the capsule, noticing, to his surprise, Navi was sporting a mini-suit of armor, with an itty-bitty-tiny blaster gun in her hand. This obviously rose her already big ego even more. "Whee! Bring 'em on! I'll take 'em down! yeah!!!"
*Please pick an attachment...*
three attachments and thier descriptions were held out in front of Link. I'll take...errm...this one...I..guess... Link reached out and grabbed the energy attachment and fit it onto his armour.
"Navi..how much damage do you really think something like that can do?" Navi shot off a test fire, and watched as it completely blew the back out of the capsule. "Err...oh...." Link looked sheepishly at Navi. "Navi...stop waving that thing around...please?" Link walked out of the capsule and started heading toward the door, but stopped and turned to the other contestants, "That capsule was that way when I got in there......" Link then made a beeline for the door.
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Link recieved Energy Attachment
Well...there's the opening post....whee!
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 65
(6/6/02 1:11:45 am)
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Laguna Loire: 3-1
Laguna Loire: 3-1
Death! Mayhem! Explosions! W00t!
Laguna listened attentively as the draconian man explained the current scenario. He examined the capsules containing the body armor with interest; it had been quite a while since he had worn anything of the sort and he had fond memories of his stint as a Galbadian soldier. To be brutally honest the idea of wearing a lot of huge clunking armor with expensive cool toys was way more attractive than the purple Speedo had ever been. He was sure his teammates would agree.
Musing on this point he stretched out one leg and gave it a shake, enjoying that no-longer-bound-into-spandex feeling. Some nearby contestants saw him extend the leg and edged away uneasily, wary of another rendition of the Hokey-Pokey. Laguna was sorely tempted to satisfy their collective trepidation, but managed to exercise some (uncharacteristic) restraint. The Hokey-Pokey could wait – there was a government to stabilize, damnit!
Blue boy finished his little speech and stepped out of the windowless room. An enormous cry of “WHOO-HOO!” caught everyone’s attention except for Laguna. He was walking towards the nearest capsule with a covetous look in his eyes. He reached up one hand to caress the outer skin of the capsule before triggering the lock and opening the unit. A low whistle left his lips as he examined the suit inside.
“This is primo stuff, my friends,” he said to absolutely no one, since, as usual, the other contestants were ignoring him. With an expectant look on his face he entered the capsule and turned around as the door whooshed close. The transformation from mild-mannered President to kick-ass body armor dude took a mere nanosecond, and Laguna emerged feeling like a new man.
There was a rack of weapons and other items to one side of the room. Laguna wandered over there to examine the selection, regretting the fact that the Hokey-Pokey was nigh impossible in such comprehensive armor. After a moment of deep thought he picked up a Biothermic First-Aid Tool and attached it to the slot in his armor. The T-17 Buster Cannon was tres cool, but Laguna knew it would be hard for him to attack people he had spent time defending, and the steadily dwindling numbers of non-Fallen contestants ensured that that would be the rule rather than the exception.
Satisfied that he had outfitted himself as well as possible, Laguna moved to the back of the room and watched as the others continued the selection process, exclaiming loudly and throwing things.
Only one thing marred his utter and perfect happiness.
Was the Hokey-Pokey really unobtainable now?
Humming to himself (again), Laguna began testing out the theory as he waited for his teammates.
left foot in, left foot out
turn it all about
doot-doot-dee-doot…
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Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 1
Remaining:
6 A-Votes
4 R-Votes
3 SPECIAL-DOUBLE-R-VOTES
60 SPs
And just to scare you out of your wits, here’s a picture of Laguna in his kick-ass body armor. Looking at it will probably A-Vote you out of existence, so be vewy vewy careful.

Edited by: Shizuyoko at: 6/6/02 1:20:15 am
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 66
(6/6/02 1:21:15 am)
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Re: Laguna Loire: 3-1
Ph33R my 733T Gr4fiX Sk1llZ.
'yoko

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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 31
(6/6/02 1:36:45 am)
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Re: Laguna Loire: 3-1
(LOL! Nice picture of your armor, Laguna! XD)
(Edit: HOLY CRAP this post's huge. x_X;;;;; I must really like this Metal Shadow idea. *New idea for drawing* Hmmm... ))
(Edit 2: Typo...)
(Edit 3: Stupid checkmarks..)
(Edit 4: Silly me, Trix are for KIDS!)
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Steel. Cold, hard, steel. Just what the Ultimate Hedgehog needed to bring back more of his epileptic memories, tearing his mind apart. The smell of the metal room, sent shivers up his spines. His eyes glazed over as he began to see flashbacks to a time when all that surrounded him, was the same enclosures.
The Host finished his own speech, mentioning everyone had a set of armor to wear in this dismol area. The thought wasn't very appealing. He'd prefer the feel of going without, as it would just be very bulky, and cobble up his movement.
'What am I doing?' Shadow took a step back, eyeing the armor he was supposed to 'get in' with a wary eye. While he had no objection to Eggman imprisoning tiny creatures, to be used as an internal fuel-cell, while he had been helping the Doctor, it seemed rather ironic that he be faced with the same situation.
The armor set out for him, though his own size, looked tiny, and cramped. It was eerie, how such a mechanic beast could bear such a resemblance to him, yet still remain different. It's metallic grey exterior with ruby red streaks and platinum colored faceplate, along with it's own features, resembled Shadow's, as if it were built just for him. The dark hedgehog gazed at it's emotionless face, it's dark eyes devoid of all signs of life. Claws extended from it's hands, as well as razor-sharp spines on it's head and back. It was pretty scary looking.
He now knew how those animals felt, when they were inside. Gazing upwards, he hung his mouth in awe, unsure if he rather wanted to get inside, and feel trapped. Trapped, like he was when he was ejected so roughly, long ago. In a tiny capsule, and imprisoned for many a year in another tiny compartment of steel.
Shadow's breath choked up inside his throat, as he found it hard to swallow. Did he seriously have to get inside the contraption? What if he couldn't get out, again? Many questions flooded his head, as a fellow Teammate, stared at the black Hedgehog in disbelief.
Ryo waved a hand in front of Shadow's face, to see if he was still responsive, "Shadow... Snap out of it, we have business to attend to." He then quirked a brow, giving a soft shrug, and advanced off, to try and look for his own armor.
"Maria..." A soft murmur escaped his lips, as he continued to gaze over the armor, an unsure question as if to ask someone he knew for guidance. He walked towards it, placing a paw against its surface before taking it back, as if it were too hot to touch. With a big sigh, he reached out to it again, realizing that it was childish of him to act as this way.
"Hmmm, now I realize why Sonic disliked the treatment of those creatures inside the Doctor's robots. He was preventing them from sharing this same fate, fearing himself from ever falling into one of them as well." Shadow couldn't blame the blue hedgehog, about the way things were in life, as he was still learning, himself. Everything was so new to him, and the only way he had lived, was with hatred until he was shown there was more than just revenge.
With a soft hiss, a front panel on the chest of the armor opened, to what looked like a compartment. Barely big enough for him to squeeze into. Just barely. With a glance upwards, he noticed the helmet piece would fit snugly over his head. This was starting to get a bit weird for Shadow.
Shaking his head, he began pawing at the belt at one of his wrists as he raised it, tugging gently, so the glove would snug up to his fingers; it was time to test this baby out.
Throwing away all of the warnings his head came up with, trying to prevent him from entering the container, Shadow stepped feet-first into the armor, slipping each leg into their respective holes. Sort of like putting on a pair of tight fitting metallic pants. He could barely move his feet inside, and wiggled his toes to see if they were still in check.
Leaning back, he felt the spines on his back fold slightly, as the cool metal made him shiver. Like an oversized jacket, the hedgehog reached his arms through the sleeves, and flexed his fingers. Yep, still there. Finally, he ducked his head inside, and like the spines on his back, his head spines gave way to allow his head to fit inside the helmet piece.
It was dark, perhaps too dark. No light entered the helmet, except from below his chin where the armor was still open. Just as he began to have second thoughts about stepping in, the front panel hissed, signaling it was now closing. Panic set in, and a faint hint of claustrophobia washed over him, the metallic hinges on the armor clanking shut. He was now trapped inside, with no light, and barely any movement. How he wished he could pound on the metal, like the capsule he was locked away in, but his arms couldn't move.
A soft chirping made Shadow blink a few times. His ear couldn't twitch to focus on the sound, but it came from the armor. After the chirp, a light flickered on in front of his eyes. A screen of sort, showed the goings on outside of the armor, in the hall with all the other contestants and their own capsules. At least he could see, now. Odd enough, to signify that Shadow could now see out of the armor, two yellow lights flared on from the black visor on the outside, to simulate it was living, with its eyes.
Almost forgetting he was inside the armor, Shadow thought of folding his arms over his chest, but as he looked down, he realized the armor just did so, as well. In fact, it was easier to move, now that it was online. A quick turn about, testing some reflexes confirmed that it was very responsive, not as bulky as he first imagined. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
Taking a few steps forward, he looked at the same bay door the host flew through, and watched it close again, reminding him that he was still trapped inside this machine.
Shadow saw the others stepping into their armor, obviously enjoying the thought of tromping around destroyign stuff without much thought as to being hurt in the contraptions. They also grabbed out at special attatchments to enhance their battle-suits. Approaching one of the stands with such equipment, along with a quick survey of the choices, he decided upon the Energy enhancing module. The Ayla-25 Personal Reactor.
Hmm, interesting. The thought of going entire days without the need for sleep or food. Another reason a person could either grow to love, or hate the armor. Becomming too dependant on the suit was the first thing Shadow mused about. If he was given the chance to get out of it, he would take it without questioning. At least, it gave him a boost of energy, and he could use that.
Now that he was properly equipped for the battles ahead, the hedgehog looked around for any sign of his teammates' armor. Hey, it's not hard to spot a hedgehog-shaped mini-mech. XD
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Heh. x_x; Oops, forgot to mention. Shadow chose the ENERGY powerup... :P And, until I consult with my teammates, I have no side for the battle.
Edited by: KojiChao at: 6/6/02 2:54:39 am
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Merton Dew
RTT: Mog The Main Moogle
Posts: 2580
(6/6/02 1:40:45 am)
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Kupo
Mog looked down at the crystal bracer wrapped around his wrist. "Eliminated? Pssh, I'm not here to win; I'm here to have fun! Kupo!" Mog hopped into one of the capsules lining the walls. Looking over the choice of arsonal, he naturally went for the one that would cause the biggest commotion. Stepping out a minute later, he was suited up and armed to the teeth. The polished white steel glinted in the artificial light. Red plating covered his wings and even his ultra-fly headbopper was coated in shiny metal. Taking a few practice dance steps, he was happy to find that the suit would allow plenty of mobility. He could put his left foot in, he could put his foot out, he could put his left foot in and shake it all about. Checking his equipment, he flicked the switch on his weapon. With a snap and a hiss, a long energy lance leapt out. Everything was cool. "Let's rock and roll!" the Moogle shouted, stomping out the door.
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Offense for me, thanks. Gimme that T-17 Buster Cannon.
Edited by: Merton Dew at: 6/6/02 1:47:16 am
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 41
(6/6/02 1:41:37 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
*Garai raises a questioning eyebrow at the mechanical capsules in the room. In fact, his face looks rather like he's just been forced to eat a rotten lemon...whole.*
Garai: Ergh...I guess it's for the best...
*Garai sighs like a man who's just ripped his own heart out, then steps into the capsule. It instantly closes. For an instant, Garai feels a moment of panic - he doesn't much care for tight spaces - but he swiftly masters himself. Nonetheless, he is startled when a soft voice suddenly speaks to him...
Voice: Welcome. Please select your armor type...
Garai: ...?!
*A holograms appears before him, showing several different types of armor. He looks them over...*
Garai: Uh...that one.
Voice: Please specify. The name of each armor type is now displayed...
*Small words appear beneath each armor type...*
Garai: Um...okay. I want the EX-KaiserSigma Armor. With Gold Color.
Voice: Specify enhancement...
*A wide range of accessories appear...*
Garai: I want the...T-17 Buster Cannon, with all the extra features.
Voice: Affirmative. Beginning adhesion...please hold still.
Garai: ...?!
*Laser beams start spinning around Garai, measuring him. After a few seconds, this stops...but suddenly, the chamber fills with a cryonic gas. Garai is chilled, and is unable to move...then force fields materialize all around him, about an inch from his body. Some strange gold liquid fills the cavity between the force fields and his body...after a few seconds the fields disable, and the gas comes in contact with the liquid. There is a blinding flash...when Garai looks down again, he sees golden armor covering his body. A small clamp comes out of the side of the capsule, and attaches his new Buster Cannon to the top of his wrist. A small needle shoots directly into his spinal column, and uploads the Operator's Manual into Garai's mind. Then, finally, the capsule opens. Garai steps out...*
Garai: ...kick ass!
*Garai, happy with his new shiny armor, steps outside onto a walkway...and is spotted by four City Guardsmen.*
City Guard 1: HALT!
*Citizens begin clearing the street immediately...*
Garai: Eh? What the...?!
City Guard 2: It's a Rebel! KILL HIM!!!
*The four immediately open fire. Garai curses and lunges away, taking cover behind a wall...*
Garai: Okay Buster Cannon...let's see if you're worth the Host's money.
*Garai places his other hand on the fire button...he's about to leap out and start strafing when he suddenly notices a small button marked "Charge Cannon". The knowledge of how to operate the Buster Cannon drifts up from the depths of his mind...and Garai grins. Garai presses the button...immediately, a small gauge begins rising. When it reaches 100%, Garai leaps out and presses the Fire button. A massive stream of white light roars out of the cannon, incinerating two of the guards where they stand. The remaining two continue firing. Garai eventually guns them both down...but not before one of them hits the wall near Garai, causing a piece of shrapnel to graze him and open a painful cut on his face. Garai snarls and stomps off, getting into a good position to beat some of his fellow combatants senseless...or maybe snipe some of them. Grinning wickedly, he runs off, searching for a good vantage point...*
Garai chooses Offense upgrade.
Garai chooses "Rebel" Side, "Assault" Forces.
Garai is in a BAD mood.[/i]
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999
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 Other teams may have snazzy quotes...but actions speak louder than words. *Falls down.*Edited by: Dry31 at: 6/6/02 2:04:47 am
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 24
(6/6/02 1:45:30 am)
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Tears on my Heart
I choose Healing for Ramirez, so he is now equipped with a Biotheric First-Aid Tool on his suit. His suit of armor is basically Dynamo model with silver in place of white and no helmet. For now, he's neutral, but that may change.
And you're far from a bad host, Krizak. A long, long way from a bad host. A bad host makes somebody else tally for him, wings every cliche in the book into a story, and doesn't bother making a creative job system for everybody to enjoy. Give yourself some credit! We're all controlled by time. ^_^
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Deora ar mo chroi
Rosidi ara moro chramere
Deus na Zelos o godri
E in mastominus nara tamens
Se le culminus na casidimo
O o nee, min da ra mo schwarz
Es deae Finaram moro hoidie
Moro hoidie, Finaram ara Zelosum
ba Girn Kendis fierie eternis...
The choir was all-male, their voices low and solemn and far from countertenor. They were human for the most part, mostly clean-shaven and balding skinny men of about forty. There were a few acolytes drifting about in white robes beside the brown habit-clad choir monks, their song of pain and nostalgia echoing eerily throughout the church. On its small windows of purple and red, its walls of dark beige and its floor of brown, the church provided easy ground for such a hauntingly beautiful echo. There were few gathered, however; the times of the world were restless, weary. Men turned to the blaster rather than the scroll, it was obvious, and so only two young women and a group of older men were gathered, besides the choir that sung in slow, unaccompanied chant.
Aside from the dark-armored man standing in the center of the aisle, however.
Ramirez set his quiet green gaze upon the centerpiece of the church, standing perfectly still with his arms at his sides. Clad in a suit of black and silver that depicted robotic muscle, his pale white locks of hair wavered still as always, kept up by an unseen wind. Occasionally, he heard the younger women whisper of him guiltily, and the group of older men behind him were speaking in hushed tones as he stood there. However, his focus remained on the centerpiece of the church. His expression was blank, but his eyes were half-lidded in that manner he so often reflected of subtlety and almost weariness. And behind the green irises, there was a silver glint in each eye that could only be salt water.
The centerpiece of the establishment was the bronze statue of a beautifully crafted devil, writhing upon the ground on his belly and with his arms outstretched to claw the floor. His expression was one of lovely agony, and where a horn should have been there was a gaping wound in its temple. A sword blow, no less. Its wings were flat, its tail squirming and wrapped around the heel of its attacker, who stood high and majestic, ready to deliver another blow with his sword held high for a kill. The attacker's look was unique, as he wore no armor- only clothes that were incredibly familiar.
Ramirez stared, until his eyes clouded and he had to close them.
"...looks so much...ke him," he heard one of the younger women whisper, her voice almost inaudible over the chant. "I tho...scension had come wh...e walked in."
The weight of the air was so heavy now that Ramirez felt like laying down to sleep. And yet, not once was he able to move. Too many crises- or rather, the branches of one tremendous crisis- lay hidden within his mind. He was entranced by the hymn of the monks, unable to sway from it. The words placed within it were...familiar. The lyrics hit a certain note in his heart that had been touched before, when his home was a hairs-breadth from the stars. Ironic, that here was a rhythm he could not touch, nor fight, and yet not escape. Or rather, could not desire to escape.
I only wish to escape the memory.
Perfect lips with such parched venom. Ramirez almost drew the Ginken from where it lay hooked to his black-armored side, almost finished the job that his soulless, bronze effigy on the centerfold before him had begun. That devil under his foot, trampled down, had its bronze head bathed in a splotch of red, of crimson. Of scarlet.
And yet...he could not draw.
Zelos. Why did its face have to be so beautiful? Evil took many forms, far from foul, but Ramirez had always been able to ignore them. He had cut down the most beautiful of women, the most debonair of men, the most promising of boys and girls, the wisest of old men. Yet now he was faced with a beauty that he could not finish- he could not bring down the sword. This devil had invaded his life, torn at his most private sanctum of the mind, and he wanted to kill it. Even now he had it down, in his sights, unsuspecting, and with a sword raised to hack off the head and send it down to the hell that was Deep Sky. There was nothing stopping him. He could rend the head off, and no one would give even a whisper of protest.
But it was so beautiful. Marred by its corruption, damned for the choice it had made with its existence, weakened by the light of justice and the darkness of revenge. In the edge of the sword, it gleamed with pathetic prettiness, with an aura so intense...so brilliant...that it was like placing a mirror in front of almighty Zelos itself. Whether it took the shape of a red dress of flame, or a sparse line of hellfire caressing its gently crafted body, or a full suit of battle armor to ward off all lights when darkness came, its beauty did not change. And still, he would only be able to cleave from its skull a horn, and no more. It was in his power, but not in his mind.
Not in his heart. Not in his soul.
The urge to draw the Ginken quieted, but the urge to release the salty mist within his sylvan eyes did not. There just...wasn't room in him, to slay the beauty of a demon. Whether it was in his power or not didn't truly matter- he had long since shut out all sentimentality when faced with murder. Now it was too great an emotion to quiet with just the Ginken.
Slowly, gradually, Ramirez let his head fall, as though in prayer. Galcian would be so ashamed of him, if he did not conquer this fear. And that was what Ramirez most feared- to be exiled by the only true human being capable of camaraderie. To be shunned by his second and final friend in such a cold, worthless world like Arcadia. Before he returned to it, he would need to confront this fear. He had to confront the devil that he could not kill. A demoness of ultimate beauty.
Ramirez stayed there a little while longer, and from within his chest, there came the slightly visible silver glow of his heart shedding tears.
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1 R-Vote to Gilder
1 R-Vote to Scarlett
Ramirez's thoughts are this powerful, yep.
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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.Edited by: TenshiKain at: 6/6/02 6:58:51 pm
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 42
(6/6/02 1:46:28 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
OOC: You're doing well, Krizak. I know how hard it is to do something like this from my work on the Vendetta campaign...and this is at least five times as difficult, I'm sure! You're doing well Krizak. Don't worry about[/i]
~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: 53
(6/6/02 1:56:18 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
EDIT: Guess this happens before TK's post, if he's gone off to a church and is already kitted up.
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"So," Gilder asked his mechanically-experienced teammate, "how are you supposed to put these things on?" The armoured suits looked fairly bulky and awkward to handle - Gilder had once tried on a suit of armour back in his world but found his lightly muscled form unable to handle the weight, so now he just has the mailed shirt beneath his coat.
Scarlett shrugged. "Like I know? This isn't my world, sailor boy, although at least I have some idea of how to handle mecha armour."
"Mecha?"
"Mechanical. Which means even you should be able to handle it," she added, smirking at him. Ramirez was staring off into the distance, possibly trying to locate his own battlegear or just lost in memories again. If there was one thing Gilder could say about the silver swordsman, it was that his past held a lot of memories which still continued to shape his life - he'd didn't seem capable of living in the here and now, either looking back into the past or forward to the future.
"Alright, alright," the gunman grumbled, slowly walking over to the capsule marked with his name and opening the door. He gasped in surprise as it closed behind him and the armour flowed around his body to instantly outfit him in thin metallic red, but once past the initial shock Gilder had to admit it was a more convenient way of doing things. He instantly felt a rush of energy revitalising him, the suit constantly energising his body as he moved, and smiled as he experimentally waved an arm and saw how easily it handled.
His left hand had been covered by some kind of personal cannon, apparantly adapted for his own fighting style since the six moonstone cartridges were seated in the metal around his wrist and all glowed with their own colour of light. His right wore a very thin glove past the wrist, barely thicker than his usual leather gauntlets, and as it waved around a section of his suit's thigh opened up and one of his bullet-firing revolvers sprang out on some kind of powered holster.
He experimentally drew it, fired a single shot into the far wall, then as he reholstered it the suit automatically reloaded the revolver and presented it again to be taken. Instead he touched the side of the holster gear and it instantly slid back into his leg armour to prevent restriction on his movement.
"Don't know what a normal revolver can do against these armoured suits," Gilder said with a smile, "but I'm sure I can improvise."
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Gilder has taken the Energy armour.

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/6/02 2:13:35 am
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 34
(6/6/02 1:57:39 am)
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3-1
The mage was left in the steel chamber, standing before a long row of transparent capsules.
I... I have to enter one of these...? he thought. Okay... He stepped into the nearest one as it sealed behind him.
The mage turned around and, noticing a glowing green button marked "START," reluctantly gave it a push.
A pale green beam enveloped the mage's body, sending a tingling, tickling sensation down his spine as steel began to materialize around him... A faint hum began to increase in audacity as the process went underway, and the strange tingling began to turn into a slight numbness... Vivi clinched his eyes shut, trying as best as he could to withstand the uncomfortable feeling as the droning sound grew more intense...
*ding!* A small bell rung just once, and the beam and ticklish sensation died instantly. Vivi opened his eyes to look... and squeaked in surprise...
He'd turned into Steiner! Well, kind of. The mage had been bestowed a suit of plate mail, just the right size for him, and... polished well enough to blind the poor wizard when he looked down at it. To complete the outfit, Vivi's hands were protected with a set of black leather gloves, and his feet guarded with a pair of black leather boots.
And to top it off, a black sable cape hung bound at his neck where Sylf's amulet rested, floating gently behind him and stretching down to just inches over the ground.
But of course, instead of a helmet of any sort, the mage retained his floppy wizard's hat.
Vivi looked like a medieval king garbed in his finest war suit... well, a king that was only about three or four feet tall, of course... and the exception of the hat.
A small panel flipped out of the right wall, accompanied by a whirring noise. It contained three buttons - one red, one green, and one blue - a lapis lazuli blue.
"Please select an attachment," a mechanized voice instructed. Vivi assumed it meant to press one of the three buttons. But which one?
The mage looked intently at his choices, but only found three coloured buttons and no further hints. Wondering what to do, he looked down to his pendant... and noticed its colour.
Well... maybe that's some sort of sign... the mage wondered. Not having any other choice, the mage cautiously pressed the lazuli button, causing the panel to retract instantly.
Another light enveloped the mage again - though this time, it was a beautiful, shimmering blue, and it filled the mage with a sensation of warmth and power.. as well as adding a deep blue trim to the edges of his cape.
Another *ding!* ensued, followed by the opening of the chamber doors. "Thank you!" a voice pleasantly replied. "Have a nice day!"
Er... yeah...
The mage took a few steps forward. Surprisingly, this suit of armour didn't seem to inhibit his movement at all, and was surprisingly light - as if the mage had been wearing just his robes after all. He still had a full range of flexibility he discovered, as he waved his arms around in circles and twirled his Zephyr Staff before him. The cape seemed to get in the way a bit if he stretched too far behind, but other than that, everything seemed okay.
Determined to find Ivan once again, the Magic Knight proceeded to the exit of the steel room and began his search.
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Vivi receives the Healing modifier.
Yes, Vivi is wandering around in a full suit of plate mail with a black and blue cape. He's my character, and I can do what I want with him! XDDD
AP.04 RP.04/03! SP.80
 Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics. Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~ Sponsored by Sylphid
Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change. Edited by: Sylphid at: 6/6/02 2:13:47 am
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 114
(6/6/02 2:11:50 am)
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He's BACK...
Just for the amusement of some of our tournament veterans, I decided to post this private message I recieved at FFO from an old 'friend'.
From: TranceGredge
Subject: Survivor +1
Being a MEGA-FAN of Survivor, when is the next one planned? You ought to do it more often... that wasn't a threat there... heh. But anyway, in a previous FFOS, someone (small blue letters i think) used a female character, from a game that either had the word "element" or "gear" in, any ideas what game it was? it sounds good.
 ~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you
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KyleIII
RTT: Falco Lombardi Cook
Posts: 1074
(6/6/02 2:16:12 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
Falco eagerly began looking through the capsules trying to find a suitable suit (OOC: sorry ). He was incredibly anxious to get out there and start causing havoc. Falco was not happy to learn that he had been eliminated so early in the game, but that didn't mean he couldn't still leave a mark.
Chancing upon a suit which resembled an Eagle, Falco knew he'd found his match. "Perfect," he thought stepping into the capsule. Seconds later, he was completely outfitted. Apparently the suit would respond to his commands as if it were own body, meaning it wouldn't take long to get used to. Testing the wings, Falco realized he could easily soar the air.
"Now time to try the armaments," Falco thought, scanning the contestants. Spying the boy with the fairy who had done a considerable amount of damage to his team last round, Falco powered up the cannon attached above shoulder and let loose a shot. The sheer energy that shot out of the weapon nearly sent the bird flying backwards, but he managed to remain aloft.
Though the boy was already armored himself, the shot hit it's mark. "How'd you like that!" Falco cheered, hoping his attack did some damage.
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Falco is equipped with the offense attachment
1 A-vote to Link
Leg shot to Link
Edit: Hehe, wacky old Trance Gredge. I went back and read Survivor 5, and I must admit his performance was rather amusing.
Edited by: KyleIII at: 6/6/02 2:17:32 am
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 39
(6/6/02 2:23:58 am)
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It's what's INSIDE that counts...
Scarlett eyed Gilder's enhancements with some degree of approval. "That'll do quite nicely," she mused as she stepped into her own capsule. "But not quite as nicely as mine, the way I see it..."
She calmly let the mechanical energy pour over her, knowing damn well what it was going toward. She smiled at the thought of all those men crying, and praying that when she emerged, she wouldn't be covered head to toe in anything impenetrable.
Won't they be surprised...
She could hear a metal foot tapping erratically. Even Gilder was getting in on this...
Laughing, she let the capsule doors part. Nothing had changed from before--in fact, she appeared to be wearing less! Only the skimpy red dress, the stillettos, the jewelery, and her comb. None of her weapons, other than the comb, were anywhere in sight.
"What happened?" Gilder ran up to her and asked. "Something go wrong with the mea--mechi--the machine?"
Though her laughter had paused for a dramatic moment, here it erupted again. She slowly turned her head to face her teammate, and shook it, indicating 'no'.
Calmly, and leaving a bewildered Gilder in her wake, she made her way over to install the support attachments. What happened next surprised a good many people.
Scarlett calmly liifted her arm and flexed her wrist, rotating the internal flamethrower (pet name "Cinderella") and puling out a ring on a chain that activated it. She slipped the ring around the proper finer. On the left wrist, she did the same, only with what she was already calling Shrieker'sRevenge. She looked down at her ankles and realized that her healing supplies had indeed moved...and boy, would the world love to know where...
She looked down at her stillettos and lifted one to test an attack, and yes, it extended into a very tempting-looking dagger. She was sure her comb would do the same for melee in a pinch.
She reached for the new healing enhancements and, "making sure no one was looking", opened the two panels that made the front of her dress. Several eyes bugged out as, instead of skin, a mechanical mecca was revealed. A few tweaks later and the new biological impossibilities were loaded.
She turned to face the shocked and assembled, cyborg creakings and a very human smirk dominating. With a toss of her hair, Fembot-Scarlett sashayed out of the room.
Gilder, impressed and almost gloating, adjusted his own armor and followed doggedly. Rami took a few extra seconds.
And Laguna...well...
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Scarlett has elected the Healing option.
And has a very high caliber. :::wink:::
Scarlett Welles
4 A-votes
12 R- votes, three of which are Double
60 SP
And twin guns have replaced her twin guns
Kya-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?

Isn't the irony lovely?
Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)
...Edited by: Mithrigil at: 6/6/02 2:33:13 am
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Curley WEAPON
RTT: Cinder
Posts: 30
(6/6/02 3:36:23 am)
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New duds
"Well, hope my suit'll be fire proof." Cinder stated, stepping into one of the capsules. As soon as he was fully into the pod, green lights crossed over him from left to right and . Scanning his body to make a precise fit.
" Feel's juuuuust like home. Small, cramped, and nothing to do but wait around." He thought to himself, musing about the confining glass tube he was kept in back on his world.
When the light subsided, he found that only his torso, forearms, and lower legs had armor platings, which were lined with multiple vents to keep his flames breathing. Each piece of the armor was connected by various tubes. And over his head was a small dome with the front part glass, and the back part the same material as the rest of his armor.
"Not bad." The now armored fireball said aloud.
"Please select your armor attachment." A computerized voice proclaimed, listing out three options.
"Alright, let's see here... Ooh! Can't go wrong with a giant, oversized gun!" He stated, gingerly reaching out for the T-17 Buster cannon attachment. But as he was about to press the icon, another explosion from from outside rocked the building. The tremors threw Cinder off balance, landing his finger on the neighboring icon.
"Selection confirmed. Now loading Biotheric First-Aid Tool"
"No-wait! Stop! Don'tdon'tdon'tdon'tdo-"
"Biotheric First-Aid Tool now equiped! Thank you for using Thomas Light brand armor capsules!"
"DAMNIT!"
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Selecting Healing attachment!
(and if I don't post anything else this round...)
Using Chakra skill(11SP) to heal Ryogo(Switchblade) and Ward(Simplistic Hero)!
Using 1 R-vote and 1 Double-R-vote on Ryogo!
Using 1 R-vote and 1 Double-R-vote on Ward!
8 A-votes remaining
2 R-votes remaining
1 Double-R-vote remaining
29 Special Points remaining
I'm off to bed now good night.
EDIT: Hey Switch, SH, just letting you know I'm staying out of the minigame. No sense risking elimination just for some measly exp IMO.
Nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk Edited by: Curley WEAPON at: 6/6/02 3:56:32 am
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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 35
(6/6/02 4:07:22 am)
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Mega-Power Armor, ENGAGE!
Blue sighed. "First Speedos, now mecha-armor? Well, things can't get MUCH worse, can they?" Sighing resignedly, Blue stepped up to the nearest pod and slid inside.
"Welcome. Please select armor."
Blue thought for a moment. "How well would you be able to recreate the current capabilities of my equipment?"
"Current status of equipment cannot be determined with greater than 48.8257 per cent accuracy. Please clarify."
"Water immunity. Protection from flash-type attacks. Hover or flight capability. Magic production and boosting."
"Error. Term 'magic' is not isolatable. Please clarify."
"Brainwave enhancement. And one of my hands must be free."
"Warning. Improper protection of entire body may result in unwanted injury."
"*sigh* All right then, just leave the palm free, so protection is still tight if my hand is in a fist."
"Confirmed. Blade, projectile, and beam weapons detected. Transfer to armor?"
"Yes."
A hum rose in pitch around him, and Blue's vision was obscured by a cloud of mist. When it cleared, Blue looked down at a large cannon on the end of his left arm, and a metal-covered fist with bare palm on his right. His armor was tinted a light blue, with darker blue highlights. Moving his head, he found that his ponytail still stuck out the back of the helmet.
"Fitting complete. Beam, projectile, and blade weapons were consolidated into Z-cannon. Helmet contains brainwave and voice amplifiers and auto-shade lenses. Due to specifications on variable 'Magic', power booster has also been included. Wings on back contain electro-thrust rockets, suitable for low-altitude cruising or high, short hops. Joints and plates are magnetically sealed to prevent water from entering. Is this acceptable?"
Blue nodded. "This will be... just fine."
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Blue has chosen the Energy Attachment
Blue is now armored like THIS:

... Nahh. It's more like or 
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*EDIT* And Kriz, you're doing just fine. Why else would I want to ask you if you'd help me work out a few kinks in my own tourney plan? I haven't really hit any yet, but you'd be one of the first I'd feel like asking about it. That is, if you wouldn't mind a relative newbie pestering you for advice.
Edited by: Dareon at: 6/6/02 4:16:33 am
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 115
(6/6/02 4:28:31 am)
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Power Clarification #732
Note that Herbology only enhances normal R-Votes, not Double-R-Votes.
 ~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 104
(6/6/02 4:42:44 am)
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Act 3, Scene 1 - "Suit"
Kriz - why didn't you just memorise Ctrl + Alt + e?
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See?
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Technology. Ivan still wasn't used to it. And the idea of encasing his body completely in metal? He was no warrior, to tool up in one of those encroaching suits of armour!
Still, after one look from dragonboy, he reluctantly stepped into the portal. Not much choice, really. As he stepped through, he emerged in another room, containing two suits of armour. The one he dismissed instantly - it obviously wasn't set up for him. The other... tall and slender - I've always wanted to be taller! - the metal shone with a matt green finish, except the helmet, which was made from a burnished gold, with a black trim. Beneath the long, flowing green cloak, the armour itself sported occasional gold or black trim, now he looked closer. Strangely enough, the suit's right hand was missing, as was the front of the helmet.
Reluctantly, he climbed inside the suit and attempted to turn it on. As he fastened the last buckle, something activated, and the suit tightened around him. Ivan gagged for a second - is it trying to kill me? - then breathed again, realising what had happened - the suit had simply contracted to fit him snugly. He grinned, and tried to move. It felt strange, being inside this metal shell, but with his face and hand still open to the air - wait a second?
As he watched incredulously, a transparent film rolled down over the front of the helmet, and a similar one exploded from his right wrist, covering his hand and face. He could still breathe... but he was protected completely. Finally, a visor clipped itself around his eyes, obscuring his vision. The screen lit up, and he found he could see perfectly - better than before, in fact!
Then came the surprise. Suddenly, he felt suckers attach themselves to his skin inside his armour, and a flood of warmth flowed through him. Words appeared in the corner of his 'vision' - "Energy upgrade implimented." Ivan smiled. This could be interesting...
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Ivan has chosen Energy

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos Edited by: Baka at: 6/6/02 5:34:55 am
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Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 54
(6/6/02 4:43:41 am)
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Rakuen
Gilder waited, silently, as Ramirez stood within the decorative halls of the church and looked upon the statue adorning the raised platform at its end. His black and silver armour shone in dusted light which shone through the few unshattered windows, and his body was motionless as his eyes closed and turned inwards. There was no mistaking the loose similarity to the man in the statue's posturing, his sword raised high as he prepared to delived the final blow to the fiend below him.
Do you too have demons to slay, Ramirez?
Gilder could never truly know what the silver swordsman must be thinking, must be feeling as he paused for reflection in this house of holiness and memory. The aura that encapsulated the building was alien in nature to him - Arcadia had no religion, the only forms of praise to a higher body being the respect given the six moons that gave life to the civilisations of the world, and allows humans to use their power via magic.
His second life as a sky sailor gave a new perspective on the world, the undeniable sense that there was something greater than any of them beyond the horizon, yet unattainable because you could only travel so far before something turned you back. Wind-barriers, stone reefs, vortexes that tore a ship to pieces should they dare to attempt a crossing. The form did not matter, only the fact that beyond that wall there was something man could never hope to reach.
Perhaps it was folly to assume there was even something out there, or that they could ever know if there was. For half his life he had known nothing of the outside world, his mind emasculated by the fact that Valua had chosen to keep them all in darkness, both figuratively and in reality. The only world he had know for so, so long were the broken buildings of the slums; dead bodies littering the gutters, people forced to exist in ruin and squallor because their rulers wanted them that way.
The gunman angrily shook his head at unpleasant, bitter memories which he constantly tried to put behind him. He lived in the moment, and his current life offered far more to him than the kindless nights of terror, filth and the endless battle to survive. He had never wanted to go through that again, forced to kill or maim others in the name of self-preservation, yet fate had cast him once more down that path.
The churchgoers turned around in shock as Gilder suddenly slammed his fist into the ground, stone breaking beneath the buster cannon that covered his left arm, and cursed under his breath at the unfairness of it all. The only one who deserved this torment, even if some of the contestants had entered voluntarily, was the draconic man who had presumed himself their god and brought them to fight on whim.
Damn you, dragon. Damn you for doing this, for not caring about us poor bastards who fight for their lives while you consider yourself above us. And damn you for holding something that we mere mortals can never hope to reach alone, the chance to return home and live our own lives.
Slowly, imperceptably, he raised his head. Fine. Although his stomach churned with bitterness, Gilder knew what he had to do. He was a survivor. And although most of the other contestants were in the same ship as him, unwillingly forced to fight, he could no longer go easy on any risk to himself or his allies if they were to make it through.
Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/6/02 4:56:06 am
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Kellios
RTT: Aeris Gainsborough
Posts: 43
(6/6/02 5:09:01 am)
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Re: Rakuen
LOL! I remember Trance. He constantly attacked my team and dragged my character around.... my god, was that annoying ~.~
To make this very short...
*****
"Oh, pretty!" Aeris clapped, and picked a red suit that was sitting there. She walked into one of the capsuls, and tried one one.
Perfect fit.
While she was looking at her suit, she heard a voice, " Please pick attachment." She looked over the list, and then smile.
"Okay! Link, Delita, here I come!"
******
I have picked the healing attachment
Good luck to all. Off to school I go now ^^
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