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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
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(6/12/02 9:01:40 am)
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...and you knew that wouldn't be the last of him either...
She ran toward and up the stairs as fast as the stilettos allowed. So he was her challenge for the round. He, of all people. The man who was the initiator of so many aspects of her life. The one who could say and had said that, more or less, he made her.
You dragon-winged sadistic piece of multiversal crap, I hope you realize what you've done!
It would be sixty-nine floors. It was a climb she had done before, and done recently, but still a long one.
And with catboy tailing it it'll be twice as dificult...
She mentally rattled off floors she remembered him on. Seventh. Eighteenth. Twenty-third, Twenty-fourth, Twenty-fifth. Thirtieth...
It was too many to count. Just keep running. You'll see him when you see him and you'll know what to do.
Hopefully.
She cleared the first floor and contemplated running to the elevator, catching it to cover at most fifty-nine, but knew that he'd flat-out prevent the easy way if he could, and the man was as good a technitian as she, if not better. She typically chalked that up to experience and age, but the man had a personal ROBOT, for fuck's sake.
She knew she'd be running into that as well. Cait Sith, the man's tribute to Tux and his own lighter side. The fortune telling, moogle-riding smartass double agent that made Scarlett think Reeve had simply snapped.
Damn, that cat had bite when it came down to it. She'd had a hand in building it herself--the sonic mechanisms by which it fought, and the Materia that controlled the random Desperation mechanisms, Dice and Slot, those were hers. Reeve had never gotten the hang of weapons implementation.
But he knew more than she ever would about robotics.
Just before the seventh floor, she slowed her run to a walk, contemplating this. They'd made a good team, she realized. Almost too good of one, and especially at first.
When had that died?
She lay her hand against the banister, trailing her nails up it slightly. When had that died?
"Mrrow!"
Scarlett looked just in time to see Tux leaping at her, and reflexively caught the cat in her arms. As soon as she'd caught the cat, she caught the eyes of the master.
Slightly older, she noticed. Hair shorter but not by much. Stance prouder. Eyes slightly angrier, but still catlike and focused. His voice had more growl and bite to it. "Has your father told you?"
"Told me what?" she asked, unable to stop herself from walking forward. A hand reflexively matted the fur at Tux's neck, but the cat didn't make any indication of enjoying himself--if his master wasn't, nor could he.
"In that case, he hasn't." His eyebrows piqued once, when he noticed her treatment of the cat, and the slight longing in the cat's eyes to purr, but Reeve quickly turned his own eyes back on Scarlett. "You'd know if he'd told you, and I'm tempted not to ruin the surprise."
Scarlett couldn't help but smirk at that. "You, tempted to do something and not indulging? Has the world gone mad?" she added with a sensual lilt to her voice, turning Tux over in her arms to tickle his white underside. The cat quite literally bit back his sounds of pleasure, and turned pleading eyes to his master.
Reeve locked eyes with the cat, his own painfully angry, telling it to back off.
Tux broke away first, and Scarlett could almost see the pain in the cat's clear black eyes, like the buttons on a raincoat after a storm. Slipping again into the role in her memory, Scarlett smirked, and leaned over to plant a quick kiss on the cat's nose.
It was too much for Reeve. "Your father is getting married again," he snapped quickly, biting back something of his own.
Scarlett laughed. "That's what's got you so hung up?" She realized that the laugh wasn't as boistrous or perverse as it had now become. When...damn, I KNOW when... But, regardless, her body still continued to pleasure the cat, stroking its white somach and teasing it's black eyes. "I wouldn't worry about that at all--"
"To my sister, Marian."
He was thirty-three, she twenty-one. It was October 23rd, MRY 00105.
She suddenly stopped petting Tux, but took time to get the courage to meet his eyes. When she did, they were as unreadable as he could make them. Still staring, she bent her knees and set Tux gingerly onto the floor.
He sat at her feet, looking up expectantly.
And waited.
She knew what was supposed to happen, what had really happened. How she'd brushed by the cat with a smirk in her eyes and told him it didn't matter. That no one who mattered knew anyway. That--"What's wrong with us having a good time?" She found herself doing what was supposed to happen, and her objective mind was horrified. "It's not as if we broadcast ourselves to the world anyway--"
"Marry me, Scarlett."
She tried to pry herself away from the scene she was being forced to enact. But the Scarlett cotrolled was already looking into Cassius' eyes, asking if he was serious.
He was. He commanded it again. Just like before...I can't do this again... "Marry me."
He slid to a kneel on the floor of the stairwell, looking up at her the same way Tux had done, and she could do nothing but wring her hands and hunt for the right words to say.
She knew what had really happened...did she have to go through it again? To put him through it again...
Yes. In this case, yes. The way it ended was the way it had to end. Changing it would only get me in deeper.
"You're asking too much of me."
"I'm not asking, I'm telling. Marry me."
"And what makes you think I'll do it if you don't so much as ask?"
"You'd consider it even less if I flat out asked you. At least this way I've got your attention."
"You know me too well."
"I know you more than anyone ever will. That's among my reasons for wanting this."
"I'm still saying No."
He reached up, lightning quick, and caught her hand between two of his own. His head nodded forward, his eyes closed. A few locks of his oil-black hair sloped nervously forward. "Scarlett Melissa Welles, there is nobody in this world more fit for you than I. There's nobody else that matches you. There's nobody else who can keep up with your fire, Scarlett. Consider me."
She frowned down at him, but the sheer of a smirk peeked from the corners of her eyes. "You're horribly arrogant."
"So are you."
She tried to pry her hand away, but he held it fast. Tux's growl was starting to thrum in the background, echoing in the stairwell. "You know what marriage would do to me?" she asked, eyes starting to narrow histrionically. "It would compromise me. I don't do that."
"Not even for me," he stated, not asking, not asking.
"Especially not for you," she snapped down at him, still being held steady by the hand. "Now let me go, Uncle, or--"
It happened, the same as it always had. Tux's claws dug into her back, so many at the same time, almost before he shrieked with his catlike rage. His yelp rang in her ears with her own painful cry, and, more out of instinct than anything else, she thrashed and shook him away.
The cat only stopped yelling when he hit the floor, several stories down.
But by then, he wasn't doing much of anything.
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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: 6/12/02 12:02:33 pm
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 152
(6/12/02 9:09:20 am)
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Part 2: Face Your Equal
In this second part, you now find yourself in the light purple rooms on the map. These rooms are similar in form to the ones before, with various crystal platforms, but they are longer, with lower ceilings. Like the previous rooms, these rooms will change appearance, but these rooms will not change into the past of your characters; rather, these rooms will shift into a variety of settings that both occupants will see. Deserts, forests, mountains, grasslands, cities... the possibilitiies are endless, and the rooms will not stay in the same enviroment for long.
In this room, you will face your equal, one who, though their abilities may be different that yours, can match every move you make in battle with one of their own. Vivi, one of the most powerful and accomplished mages in the Mulitiverse, will face Scarlett. who's mechanical genius is such that she could understand how the host works, given enough time. Ramirez, master swordsman of the Silver Empire, shall face Ivan, a creative magician who's abilities make him one of the only people ever to block Ramirez's attack. And finally, Gilder, gunslinging pirate from the skies of Arcadia, shall meet his equal in Kaze, the mysterious gunman with strange and powerful abilities.
All Fallen have three new Victory Votes to cast in this part. However, you may only cast a Victory Vote on one of each of the pairs of duelists. In other words, you may only vote for Vivi OR Scarlett, Ivan OR Ramirez, and Kaze OR Gilder. As before, I ask you to please cast your vote on the person with the best contributions, and not to let your friendships or rivalries cloud your judgement...
 ~ 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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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 71
(6/12/02 9:19:24 am)
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VICTOLY!!
I shall now place two of my three Victory Votes for Part One.
One Victory Vote for Vivi
One Victory Vote for Ramirez
My third shall be reserved for extra bonus for outstanding perormance. And now, I'm going to bed.
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 161
(6/12/02 9:29:08 am)
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Act 7, Scene 4 - "Help"
And finally, Ivan stepped through a door into a new room. This room was long, with a lower roof.
And at the end, a figure had stepped through a similar door. Their eyes met.
Ramirez.
Memories flashed through his brain, memories of the fighter throwing Isaac back mercilessly, of his charge, of Ivan's chance escape...
I don't know if I can do that again...
Ramirez's hand went to his sword - and the room shifted.
Where once there were brilliant crystal walls, now expanded as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of water, with the sun hanging low on the horizon. Between Ivan and Ramirez lay one thin path, built out of a black marble. In the centre, a wheel-shaped set of platforms floated, built from the same black marble, with the familiar spoked pattern of the garden from the city.
Isamater. The garden built to show the creation.
Creation.
This is what this room is here for - to create our futures.
I cannot defeat this man on my own.
In the distance, Ramirez began to run.
And a voice - no, fourteen voices, all speaking as one - spoke in Ivan's head.
"Don't worry. We will help you."
Helphelphelp...

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 59
(6/12/02 9:46:19 am)
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Victory toooo...
Part I Victory Votes...
Ramirez
Scarlett
Ivan
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 46
(6/12/02 9:47:42 am)
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Final Round -UNLIMITED-
Under the Sky so Blue – I
It had tormented him, taxed the every fiber of his being. Images of them, images of the one he had to part with forever…Anna. The images of the one he hated, the only one who could twist his gaze into the foulest contortion, the one to whose death he had dedicated himself without caring for person or ideals…White Cloud. The room had been made from memories, and so for that room, he saw the spottiness of the memory in his own mind. The figure of Anna had been faded, like an old black-and-white movie on TV, and the words she said were soft, crackling and popping like an old record. White Cloud, though, appeared in brilliant clarity, twirling his Demon Sword, the sword that was the opponent of the Demon Gun. White Cloud…the Makenshi… Images of the swordsman Ramirez came to him as he had heard the imaginary White Cloud’s taunts – their skill levels were similar, yes indeed.
And so he had been tormented by that which he could not save, and that which he could not kill.
Now, his gun was drawn and rested in his hand. He stood face to face with Gilder…the man with the red coat and the silver revolvers. Somehow, some way, of all the people to have faced him now, it had to be Gilder. One to match his skill in gunplay, one to contradict him in the spirit of ideals. The red against the pitch black. Wireframe spectacles against sunglasses missing the right lens. A life of regret and private longing against a life that was only a foggy memory at best now.
“It had to be you….” Kaze spoke deeply, gently, eyeing the other man across the way.
“Yeah.” Gilder sounded a bit resigned, wiping the sweat from his brow. His first trial had been a bitter one, leaving him mentally drained as all his weaknesses were paraded before his eyes. “But now it’s come down to just us; I don’t see any others around. A bit ironic, I’d say.” He pulled back his lips in a winsome grin, still looking tired. His forehead had a cool dampness to it; it was visible even from where Kaze stood.
It had to be him…
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Soil! My strength!
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AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 74
(6/12/02 10:10:55 am)
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Aww crap.
I won't be active this round, due to work. Maybe I'll stop by to see the end though.
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Conker munches some popcorn. "BOOOOOOO! I've seen better action scenes in 40's B-movies! Come on, you call that special effects? I can see the wires for crying out loud!" Angry eyes soon focused on Conker.
"... I'll be good." Conker sat quietly, occasionally thowing popcorn at the others.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!"
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 114
(6/12/02 10:15:18 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
(Likewise, I shall cast my first three Victoly Votes now, for Part I.)
Garai: Eh? "Sugar-Coated Nuklear Explodies"?! I WANT SOME! And some Jujubes, and a Jumbo Popcorn with Extra Extra EXTRA butter, and an EXTRA LARGE Coke. And some of those Chocolate-Frosted Sugar-Coated Hyper-Caffeinated Humdingers, too.
*The nurse construct hands over the refreshments. Garai grins, thanks the construct, then runs back to his seat. He plops down and begins munching on his candy and popcorn and drinking his Coke. As Garai watches the action, he suddenly notices an odd gizmo on his seat. He frowns, puts the refresments down, and grabs it. It has six buttons on it, one labelled with the name of each Contestant. Garai mashes the buttons for the contestants whose shows have been the most interesting, then puts the gizmo down and resumes eating.*
One Victory Vote to:
Scarlett
Ramirez
Ivan
One Engrish Vote (Runner-Up) to:
Vivi, for the Chrono Cross reference.
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
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(6/12/02 10:20:37 am)
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...and that's the last of him, for now.
Scarlett slammed the door behind her and pressed herself against it, panting wildly. She'd ran from, berated, shoved aside, so many aspects of Cassius Reeve it was disgusting. Now, then, angry, lustful, the day the lab rat died, when he very nearly raped her, but none of these had left more than the mental equivalent of a rope burn. But THIS was different.
She had been chased for five floors by what could be considered, in effect, the offspring of her and Reeve--Cait Sith. The day he was "born", almost fifteen years prior.
The construct had approached her calmly at first, asking to tell her fortune. Like their first meeting, she found him humorous and almost cute, with his high-pitched, modulated voice. The words had been Reeve's, through and through, but the voice was postiviely kittenish.
"Hey, you sexy kitty! Tell your fortune?"
She catered to the memory and rolled her eyes. "Go ahead."
The construct made a show of coughing, clearing his throat, and reading off a little gold card. "You are a passionate, driven individual who's not afraid to line her path to glory with the bodies of those who have been mauled by her stilletto heels. You're amazing in bed but a complete and utter bitch when it comes to pillow-talk. You're difficult to be around but even harder to let alone. And your blood smells--and tastes--like motor oil. Your lucky color for today is red."
She had smirked. "My lucky color every day is red."
He'd broken the memory and frowned at her. "I'm not finished." His voice was deeper, and his eyes no longer black, but--
"You are doomed to a life fluctuating between complete domination and utter submission. You can't take the fact that you're getting older and never really learned to fight. You've spent the last few days corrupting your body, pretending your dream is to become some icon of femenine power, but all you're doing is pegging what little is left pf your humanity."
The...the toy had approached her, death in his eyes, and the modulation faded completely. Reeve's voice half-purred, half-growled through the megaphone.
"And you'll die because of it."
He put down the megaphone and whispered.
"And very, very soon."
She'd turned tail and run, up the last flights, fear giving her speed, her heels never touching the ground. And slammed the door and pressed herself against it.
"Umm..." came a small, boyish voice she'd heard once or twice before. "...hi?"
She stared into the disc-like yellow eyes of Vivi.
The construct.
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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: 6/12/02 10:24:23 am
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Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 64
(6/12/02 10:23:42 am)
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Re: Final Round -UNLIMITED-
Round ones votes will go to --
ViVi (Your just soooo cute.)
Scarlett (Got to see where this ends up.)
Gilder (You don't get somthing written in parenthesis. Wait. *smacks forehead* Damn.)
Oh, and for future reference, Dareon, leave my pants alone.
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 162
(6/12/02 10:30:28 am)
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Act 7, Scene 5 - "Desire"
Edit: Dry - that's more than just a CC reference, it's a reference to the first time Sylph used Vivi, when he faced down Karsh (under the influence of the Masamune) in the semis of Survivor 4. 10 points for guessing who played Karsh
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It's coming.
The silver-haired swordsman sped towards him, an expression of disgust and hatred filling his face as he moved his hand to his sheath.
Muramasa... the blood-red sword.
Ivan closed his eyes, and dropped into a stance, staff held out vertically infront of him. Reaching out with his mind, he probed gently into Ramirez's thoughts - and his mind was blank! He couldn't see the attack coming! Ivan's serenity shattered, as he heard the elongated sound of two swords flying from their scabbards.
Then pain.. oh the pain.
Blessed pain.
Two slices - one across his chest, one across his side, and his right arm hung, limp, at his side. A spurt of blood escaped his mouth, and he stumbled back, breathing heavily.
Ramirez stepped back and looked at him, calm now.
"Ivan."
"Ramire - " he choked slightly.
"You were more of a threat before. Now you are nothing to me."
Nothing...
The silver haired swordsman turned his back and began to walk to the center podium.
"C'mon, Ivan! You're not going to let this poser defeat you so easily, are you?"
Garet's voice.
"This guy's strong, sure, I'll give you that, but it's nothing a good kicking won't cure!" Garet's voice let out a chuckle in Ivan's head.
And Ivan coughed again. Coughed a word.
"Ra-mir-ez."
The silver swordsman stopped and turned slowly.
"What is it, boy? Do you desire another defeat?"
"No.. I.. " he coughed up a splutter of blood again. "I.. want to.. live."
A glow surrounded Ivan, and he slowly stood, as his wounds healed themselves.
Thankyou, Ember.
Straightening up, he span the Shaman's rod slowly in both hands. "Try me again, Ramirez." he said, a note of steel in his voice that hadn't been heard before. "This time I'll be ready."

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos Edited by: Baka at: 6/12/02 11:31:42 am
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 115
(6/12/02 11:16:01 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
(Baka, you have my sympathy. EZboard only eats LONG posts in that particular manner, so you've just lost a lot of work. As I said, you have my sympathy.)
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999
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Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
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(6/12/02 11:38:06 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Final Round
So we vote for people to win? It seems kind of weird. I mean, during the previous rounds, we had fought in deadly combat, but now, we vote?
Strange.
Billy looked at the screen. Coke in hand, he stared at the small buttons which decided the fate of the contestants.
Their fate? What will happen to them? Will the winner gain everything, or lose everything? In fact, when did that man ever talk about the rewards of this sick competition?
Billy couldn't remember ever hearing something about a reward. He was just pulled here without warning. From what he understood from the other contestants, most had each met with their host before they were pulled, even the ones who went unwillingly.
And probably, in each circumstance, he offered them something. Probably something grand, incredible. They each were tempted with something to come willingly.
Why not me?
How do I know what will become of those people? One thing is for certain- they probably won't get what was promised to them. The promises are made by a constructed being, a broken one at that, who is trying desparatly to survive.
Whatever he's trying to do to sustain his life, he probably won't have enough power to grant the winner's wish.
Billy looked at the screen. Then he pressed buttons for the last round, then concentrated on the next.
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Last round's V-votes:
Ivan
Vivi
Scarlett
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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.
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 47
(6/12/02 11:44:16 am)
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Final Round -UNLIMITED-
Under the Sky so Blue – II
The blackness of their arena slowly took shape, that of a grassy area with rocks and trees scattered sporadically about the land. A breeze was blowing, a breeze that rustled the cape of Kaze like a quarantine flag and caused the red trenchcoat of Gilder to dance around his ankles. The sun hung judiciously in its arc above the bluest sky, looking down upon the both of them.
High Noon…just like in those old movies…
“Listen…this isn’t a petition or anything, but what do you say we keep this gun-to-gun? None of this here…” Gilder held up his longbarreled silver moonstone pistol “and none of that.” He waved his hand in the direction of Kaze’s golden pod. The man in the black cape held up his right arm, untransformed gun glistening in the bright light.
“It’s not moving.” The Black Wind lowered the pod back to his side, his limbs remaining static.
“I hope it stays that way” Gilder gave an uneasy laugh. Inside, he was uncertain, filled with the memories of Valua…and the even more personal memories of Clara. But often had been the time he broke a tense atmosphere with a bit of tongue-in-cheek commentary, and he drew that skill close to him now.
At he watched, Kaze slowly reached up with his left hand and unclasped the large yellow plate that held his cape close to his frame. Gently reaching to his neck, he grabbed the raised neckline of the cape in his fist and pulled it off his shoulders with a deliberate, slow motion. With all the quietness and purpose Gilder had almost come to expect from the black gunman, Kaze set his black cape down on a large rock nearby. For the first time, Gilder could see his form clearly. The cape had hid a gaunt and tall figure, two shoulder plates that looked self-cobbled hanging over his shoulders. He wore a short-sleeved grey shirt and over it, what looked like a short black vest. And for the first time, his face was revealed in fullness, the red-violet scar running across his face seeming almost as a fresh wound, mouth set straight in its unique, unnerving way.
Gilder recognized the gesture, made even more profound coming from the man it did – it was a symbol. He has removed his mantle, that which keeps him sealed off from the outside world. Here, I can see the moves of his body, the wounds he receives, the expressions of his face. He faces me now not as the Black Wind, but as just another man. He has set aside his only ‘name’ in order to meet me… The sky pirate bowed his head toward the unmoving man. Without further hesitation, he began to remove his silver-trimmed red coat, folding it and laying it carefully on the ground beside him. Without that coat, his wardrobe was a simple white shirt, formal in style, and black knickers that extended down to meet his brown boots half past the knee. For the moment, he wasn’t Gilder the Blue Rogue, scourge of the skies, he was just Gilder, a man with a gun, standing to face another man with a gun. He liked the simplicity of that; it was honest, it had no air of falsity to it.
“Before we start, I just want you to know…even though you don’t say much, even though I don’t know much about you, you just might be one of the most honest people I’ve ever met. You don’t sugarcoat things, you don’t say what people want to hear, and you don’t lie.” Gilder continued “Maybe it’s just that that’s so different from me…a different excuse every morning; I’ve got a million of ‘em. But I don’t want your life; god knows you’ve got enough problems of your own if you need something like that golden gun to fight. But I’m tired of it, tired of the way I used to be – I want to be a new man, a more honest man. I just wanted to say that.” Kaze remained silent, his hands folded across his chest. No capes or coats now billowed in the breeze; the only rustling was of the wind through the trees and the rhythmic swaying of Kaze’s long bunch of hair behind him.
Gilder reached down and felt his hands cradle the cool handles of his twin silver revolvers. They were now his Scarlett and his Ramirez – unfeeling killers with an absence of conscience. Perhaps it was better that way; that he was alone now. Kaze reached for his left side and took into his hand the crimson handgun, looking over its red length. He would live or die by that gun now; live or die by his own power, not the power of the Demon Gun and the Eidolons. It was his test – Gilder was his test.
“It’ll be back-to-back, five paces, then we begin” Gilder said, approaching Kaze. The black gunman nodded and turned to press his back against Gilder’s, feeling the pirate’s tense muscle expand and contract with each breath he drew. They began to walk away from each other, both counting the forever-steps aloud.
“One……two…….three……..four…..FIVE!” Without even turning, both aimed their guns backward at their opposite side and fired, bullets lodging in both grass and tree trunk, narrowly missing their marks. The endgame had begun.
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Recognize the setting, Slip? Told ya so. I've got you covered, buddy. We need to go down in history as the coolest gunslinging fight ever in an RT. XD
I also call next part.
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Soil! My strength!
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 163
(6/12/02 12:25:41 pm)
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Act 7, Scene 6 - "Emotions"
Fixed last post I love the Back button.
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And the battle began proper.
A call on Flash blocked the Ginken, and Zephyr evaded the Muramasa. Jumping backwards, Ivan fired a bolt of lightning at Ramirez, which the young swordsman stopped with both swords.
Around them, the battlefield shifted to a rocky plateau, with sparse vegetation, and no cover. Ivan wasted no time smashing the butt of his staff into the rock. "Slice!" he called out, as a razor-sharp wind cut into Ramirez' side. The fighter slowed to a halt and looked at Ivan.
"You're the first person so far to draw blood from me. That has ensured your demise, boy.."
The fighter's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his head. Around him, the room began to dim, and Ivan looked around slightly in confusion.
What's coming now...
He cleared his mind and reached out to Ramirez' thoughts. What are you thinking...
...and there was nothing. No anger. No hatred. No jealously. Just calmness, a mind set on destruction.
Ivan took a step back, shocked. The way this man thinks... this is his power. Shutting off all his emotions... my emotions help me fight, his are a hindrance.
And now, he is cut off from all outside interference.
How can I win this?
The light in the room stopped dimming, and Ramirez looked up, his eyes clear. A breeze filled the room, and his hair began to ripple softly. A flash - as his aura shot outwards - and then darkness engulfed Ivan, hemming him in, stifling him.
Is this.. eternity? Is this the end?
Somewhere in the darkness, silver energy crackled down a straight blade, and a voice cut through the darkness.
"Sword of the dark moon... cut."
Ivan's body froze, as Ramirez's figure appeared in the darkness, silver Ginken blade gleaming. Bringing it up over his head, he let out a sigh and blurred -
Sword strikes slashed into Ivan from all sides, faster than he could follow. Blood splashed from wounds opening up over his body - and then Ramirez was infront of him, sword raised high again, a bead of silver light forming at the top. The swordsman kicked his heels together and charged -
Zephyr...help me...
...and Ivan's hands caught the silver blade inches from his chest. The breath left his body from the jarring impact, and he took a step back, as the sword inched closer to him - and Ivan smiled. His body glowed, a halo of red-gold light - and he let go of the blade. Which didn't move.
Corona... thankyou. That's enough now.
Light returned to the room in one shocking blast, as lighting arced from Ivan's staff to the swordsman, throwing him backwards and into the rock floor. Ivan sagged, the power leaving him again.
But still, Ramirez stood up, smoke rising from a burnt patch on his chest.
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I'll give Tenshi some more time, if he doesn't show up, I'll post some more. I'll have to carefully plagiarise some of his other posts to get different attacks

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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Izlude
RTT: Strago Magus
Posts: 53
(6/12/02 12:28:09 pm)
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Re: Act 7, Scene 3 - "Try"
hey everybody, i just finished all of my finals, and am proud to report that I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL FOR THE SUMMER!!! dear God its about time. anyways.. time to celebrate i suppose.. Good luck everybody!
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Edited by: Izlude at: 6/12/02 2:50:59 pm
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 61
(6/12/02 12:32:40 pm)
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7-1.2
Yes... my past wasn't limited to Gaia...
Three... three times, I have done this in the past...
The world around him darkened. The air became humid and difficult to breathe, and the temperature elevated way beyond normal conditions...
Walls became barriers of vines, bamboo, and palm trees, allowing no access through them. They towered up into the skies above, where a fading sunset cast its orange haze across the heavens. The path was earthen, filled with juts and gaps, splitting into all sorts of directions through the jungle...
A warrior stood behind the mage. One he'd met here long ago...
"Yes, this is where our paths intertwined." Sylf's voice echoed through the jungle, as if the trees and foliage were walls of concrete.
"Th-then..." the mage stuttered, remembering the events that took place here long ago... "Will I b-be seeing..."
"HEY!" A young woman's voice shouted from the trees ahead. Two figures ran by - one in pursuit of the other, obviously. The first had gotten away too quickly to see much of, but the second was a teenage girl, dressed in a pale blue robe of sorts. She had brilliant red hair and emerald eyes that sparkled in the faint light. In her hands, she carried a large crossbow.
Marle turned once to look at the mage, and stopped...
And all Vivi could do is gaze back at her.
Regaining her concentration, she took to her feet and continued after the thief who'd taken her pendant. Vivi began to run after her, too...
...right into a crowd of people. The scene had changed once more.
Marle stood there, too, in the crowd. "A wedding!" she exclaimed. "Come on Vivi, let's dance!"
Before the mage was able to get his bearings, he'd been hoisted up by the young lady and began to be swung around... and around... and around... the world was a blur of colour as Marle whirled him in a circle, nearly bashing into the other partygoers.
Everyone was having a wonderful time! Perhaps that was due to the punch bowl in the corner... that had been given a little "extra"...
I don't even WANT to remember THAT episode! I didn't know the punch was spiked!
Vivi couldn't help but laugh as the drunken partygoers whirled and danced. The mage let out a "Wheeee~~!" of glee as he spun around and around, hearing the bubbling laughter of Marle who was holding him...
The world faded out of view once more, leaving the mage to reflect silently.
She... was one of the best friends I'd ever had. I only knew her for about a week, but...
...she was so filled with life... sometimes, I... I wish I could be that way, too...
The crystal tower reappeared around him. Sylf had materialized behind the mage as well.
"Yeah... you've been through a lot, young Vivi," he spoke, a hint of amazement in his voice. "You've risked your life many a time for the good of others..."
He sighed. "When I had summoned you back then to help preserve the Mana of the multiverse, you willingly agreed to it... even though it was all a farce for the Elementals to gain control of everything..."
The warrior looked down upon the mage. "I'm truly sorry for dragging you into this mess, Vivi. You've had a difficult past as it is... I've seen the violence and bloodshed you've endured on your world, and what you've gone through in these tournaments.."
The mage nervously adjusted his hat. "H-honestly... I... I..." he struggled to find the words to explain how he felt.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way," he stated resolutely.
It was the first confident statement the mage had ever made.
Sylf smiled. "Go ahead, now, Vivi. The exit is just up that ladder."
And up the mage climbed once more.
Behind him, the Elemental shed a tear in silence.
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End Part 1.
 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.
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daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 45
(6/12/02 1:16:32 pm)
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What's in a ...
****** ******
The Namer seemed well suited to the streets of the crystal city. Its colours and light all found a place reflected in the oval mirror that covered her face.
She looked up momentarily as the sands draining through the hour glass on her staff. Once again they had run through and the glass turned over.
"Yes" her eyes snapped open, "Round 6, I name thee; One Flew Over The Construct's Nest"
Her task once more completed she rose into the air and moved on to another place ... another world.
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Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?"
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 48
(6/12/02 1:35:28 pm)
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Gung-Ho Guns
Under the Sky so Blue – III
Gilder grabbed a rock as he jumped, pulling himself behind it while letting two shots ring to cover him. Kaze wheeled just in time to see the sky pirate duck for cover and squeezed both triggers of his gun, the double snake’s bite of silver blasting small craters in the rock’s surface. He ran and dove into a roll past the rock, dodging Gilder’s fire while sending off a shot to the now-exposed man from inside his barrel-roll. Springing to his feet, he dived behind his own rock, a bullet ricocheting loudly from the metal pad covering his collarbone and shoulder and another chipping the pinnacle of the rock behind which he took momentary cover. He slid his red gun sideways over the top of the rock and sent two gleaming points of death spitting from each barrel, listening closely for each of their final resting places.
Gilder strafed the four shots, a corner of his white shirt hanging sloppily out of its tucked-in place at his belt. He dove over the rock the shots had come from, training both of his barrels down. Kaze saw the shadow a second before Gilder burst over the rock, barrels lit up with staccato fire. He sprang backward, raising his right arm to block a bullet on a one-way course with his head, sending Gilder’s shot flying into the waving grass. Pulling both adjacent triggers again, he sent two of his own in retort to the fire of the twin silver guns, pocking the rock next to Gilder, the rock he had hidden behind moments ago.
“Good…huff…show!” Gilder shot a one-two punch, covering his dive behind a nearby tree. He was intimate with his guns; he almost unconsciously kept note of his ammo level. And with those last two shots, he was out. Two six-shooters – twelve bullets. Only as much as one of Kaze’s well-stocked clips. And on top of that, Kaze could do with his one gun what Gilder wielded two guns to do…or could he? Maybe not everything. Grabbing a bullet between each finger and two in his teeth, he slapped the four into the empty chambers of one of his silver guns, grabbing the last two from his teeth to load the remaining chambers. A spray of bark and wood whizzed by as one of Kaze’s explosive bullets grazed the outline of the tree’s trunk. Gilder crouched down and dashed, a full complement of bullets sticking out from his jaws like metal teeth. His still-empty second revolver open, he managed to whisk two bullets from his mouth and slam them into their chambers as he fell, slapping the loading chamber closed in the same motion. He needed those two shots now more than he needed a full gun.
Rolling into a handspring that took all his upper body strength to perform, Gilder saw Kaze’s grey-black silhouette in a nearby tree, upside-down. No, of course it’s me who’s upside-down Grabbing the two-bullet gun, he let those twin shots fly one after the other, twirling his feet above him to recover from the arc of the handspring. A loud crack and a blink from peripheral vision showed that Kaze’s precarious perch had been rendered earthbound, the black gunman ducking behind his own tree. Gilder spat the four bullets still between his teeth into four awaiting cylinders, keeping his eyes on Kaze all the while. He didn’t need to look to reload his gun; only amateurs had to look. But in the shadow of three triangularly-placed trees, Kaze seemed to melt in and out of the shade, a doppelganger to the element of shadow. Raising his filled gun, he fired a shot purposely off-course to herd his opponent into the open. Then he let loose two more from the molten barrel, carving a hole only in the shade of Kaze’s hiding place.
It’ll never go anywhere if all it comes to is keep-away.
He risked standing up to run for a rock nearer to the tree cluster, finishing his reload of the second gun on the way. As he slammed the revolving chamber shut, a bullet whizzed past his leg, just close enough to draw blood like the shallow slice of a thief’s knife. Now we find out if it was worth that wound there Gilder slid behind the rock that was now his barrier, cocking both his guns in anticipation. No more shots rang out between that moment and the next, when over the rock, the sky pirate bounded, wavy cinnamon hair tousled by the breeze.
Kaze had taken the opportunity to reload his non-explosive clip with more silver bullets – he was a fast loader, especially for having only one useful hand – but even if the clip was not empty, it was best to take advantage of the few silent seconds you got. He heard the click register as the full clip slid into the base of the handle, then the shout of Gilder, much closer than he had realized. With a silent gasp, he ran parallel the noise, crouching low like an assassin stalking his quarry.
Gilder saw Kaze run from the grove, only meters from him, and turned his run into a dive.
Kaze saw Gilder cover the ground from his hiding place to the triple-tree formation, only meters from him, and turned his run into a dive.
Both flew through the air in those choked seconds, passing each other; the clarity with which each saw the other’s face astonishing. Then they opened fire in midair, the force of the projectiles throwing them back against the grass. Kaze’s chest screamed with pain; a bullet had struck his sternum and bounced away, leaving a light flesh wound and a world of swimming pain. But pain was as momentary as life; it would subside…as long as he gripped tightly to life and would not let go. There was so little left to him…but what was left was so important; important enough that he’d given everything else to have the power to finish those things.
As if a vision in a mirror, Gilder and Kaze back-rolled from their places, rising from the verdant field like corn grown in an instant, their eyes deadlocked in determination. Their eyes could leave each other now, but the only thing each would see was the mind of the other, the razor edge in their deadly game.
Gilder threw himself behind a tree as Kaze whipped a bullet from his belt and tossed it toward him, red gun still in hand. What the hell’s he doing with that summoning bullet?
“Heat Crimson!” Gilder could hear Kaze’s shout punctuated with a single gunshot, then an intense heat as something exploded on the other side of the tree. He dived forward, carried as much by the tailwind of the explosion as his own legs. The last he saw in his ever-panning vision, the tree’s surface was blackened and charred, as if burnt to coal in a raging fire.
“Shit! I thought we said no special stuff!” he shouted loud enough for Kaze to hear, wherever he was.
“That was not the Demon Gun” came the steady reply. “My word holds true.” Two explosive shots bared down on Gilder’s position as he executed a rolling strafe, feeling dirt rain down upon his neck. Biting the rectangular barrel of one of his guns to hold it fast, he brought his now-free hand up to steady a single silver revolver. Two shots in that one was all he had left before needing to re-load it again, and he would make them count.
Whipping behind a rock and then behind another tree, he skidded to a half-kneel and gave his best two-hand shot, planting two bullets that almost pinned Kaze to the tree he was wafting by, nicking his upper right arm below the bracer with a bloody groove similar to the one he had imposed on Gilder’s leg. Generally, the purpose of guns is that you can get it over with quickly. But this…this is intense… Grabbing a fistful of bullets from the leather pouch at his waist, he threw them into his mouth, pushing them into a grabable place between his rows of teeth. Flicking the revolver’s chamber open, he snapped his wrist to shake the empty shells out and began to load again.
Hauling himself quickly up onto a tree’s low-hanging branch, Kaze looked around for Gilder, barrel following the path of his gaze. The man had disappeared. Or not. A new burst of gunfire startled Kaze, pockmarking the tree on whose branch he stood. Jumping down and bending in the grass, he heard a rustle. Keeping his gun only a foot from the ground, he fired two sideways shots into the noise’s direction, a sound of silver meeting rock and a low curse his reward. Stalking his prey like the elusive Couleur, he slithered through a rocky area, keeping to the shade.
But Gilder had been stalking his stalker. With only a grunt as his shout of command, he lept down onto a rock above Kaze, placing shots meant to pierce the black gunman’s innards. So close did they come to hitting their mark that he could feel the air disrupted beside him, scrambling for cover, cursing himself inside for being taken like a fool. As Kaze dropped into a precise military roll, Gilder twirled his silver piece on his finger, taking aim and then firing. He heard a whining ping and saw Kaze unfurl, shaken but readying the return fire. Three explosive shots ate away at the rock he had dived behind, raining fine gravel down upon his hair. Grabbing his other revolver for a two-gun strategy once again, he whipped his arms around the rock in a reverse-hug, the sound of two shots resounding as one as he kept the adversary guessing, kept him at bay. One of his guns was now empty…another time for reloading. He looked down at where his moonstone-powered pistol sat tucked securely in his belt. It took no ammo; just stick in a cartridge and go wild. And he wished that he could just use it, just for a little bit.
Clicking his chamber open and listening to the empty shells jingle against rock, he had an idea. Grabbing them before they had tumbled into the field grass, he tossed them in Kaze’s direction. He heard three plings as Kaze fired. Gilder smiled to himself. As aware as always, but maybe too aware; shooting at anything that moves. He jammed six more bullets in, courtesy of his semi-legendary ‘six-bullet grip’ and spun the wheel. He was ready for some more. He could outlast….he could survive.
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Soil! My strength! Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 6/12/02 1:42:06 pm
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 91
(6/12/02 1:37:50 pm)
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But now there's someone else to have it out with...
Scarlett calmly recounded her inventory. Cinderella, around her wrist. Several SmartChicks, a VirginChick, and two remaining Shriekers on her garter. Potions around her ankle, not that she'd have time to use them properly. A painted Restore materia dangling from her left ear, which she'd save for absolute emergencies only.
The Red mage construct across the room shuffled his feet timidly and turned his golden eyes away from her glare. "I...I guess we're supposed to fight now..."
"I guess we are," she commented, humoring him and adjusting her acoutrements slightly. She twisted the garter so that the Shriekers and the VirginChick were on the outside. "What are you called?" she asked, calmly.
"Vivi," the construct answered, confused and toggling with the lapis.
"And who gave you that name, Vivi?" She pried the miniscule VirginChick loose with enough slight of hand to scare a magician, and pretended to check her nails. Vivi didn't notice at all.
"Um...I don't know..."
"The same person who made you?" She started closer to him, exhibiting the dueling courtesy she's seen in movies and from her teammates.
"...I...guess so," Vivi answered, walking part of the way to her, extending a small hand.
She reached out and shook his hand, eyes and lips cold. "I'll have you and your controller know that I've got a thing against constructs."
Vivi blinked. "Controller?"
"Whatever you call the person who fights through you," she explained, backing to her corner, ready to activate. "But either way, it's quite fitting to have you pitted against me--the creator against the creation."
Vivi clutched his sword, perplexed.
Scarlett faced him again, holding her finger at the ready. "All set, Vivi?"
He nodded, timidly. "...Alrighty."
She pressed the button for the VirginChick.
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Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?

Isn't the irony lovely?
Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)
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