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The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 25
(6/8/02 9:16:52 am)
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Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
5.1
The first thing he noticed was that Bowser and his team were not around. In fact, alot of teams weren't around. He figured the teams he didn't see were the fallen teams.
The next thing he noticed was the large amount of dead things. Yoshi was repulsed, to say the least. He couldn't believe that he had actually wanted to do this. He set of to find his team...
(For some strange reason, He was thinking of the number 1.00000000000000000000000000000000000000000001.)
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He encountered Laguna and Issac. Issac appeared to be in a state of severe depression, and Laguna was doing his best to cheer him up.
Suddenly, Issac broke into a run.
"Whoa! I wonder got into him?" quipped Yoshi.
"I don't know," Laguna replied. They looked around. "This, perhaps?"
Yoshi looked. He saw scrawled in what seemed like fresh blood, "Savve.....ME.... SAVE ME!"
"I wonder why they bothered to write all that?" asked Yoshi. "I would think that just writing 'SAVE ME!' would have been enough."
They started chasing after him. When they caught him, they tried to calm him down...
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1 R-Vote to Laguna (Shizuyoko).
1 R-Vote to Issac (Kyo).
1 R-Vote to Scarlett (Mithgiril).
Yoshi uses Chakra for 11 SP.
-- Yoshi takes two damage as a result.
-- Laguna (Shizuyoko) recieves 2 healing.
-- Issac (Kyo) recieves 2 healing.
Yoshi uses Focus Energy for 20 SP.
-- Yoshi gains 2 additional A-Votes
-- Laguna (Shizuyoko) gains 2 additional A-Votes
-- Issac (Kyo) gains 2 additional A-Votes
Yoshi chooses the number 1.
Yoshi : Brawler : Level 3 : 10 A-Votes : 1 R-Vote : 9 Special Points
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I am .

Yes. I do see the typo. No. I'm not going to change it.
 Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 6/8/02 10:00:20 pm
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 141
(6/8/02 9:27:54 am)
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Re: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Delita'll go with number 9.
Pre-emptive R-votes on Aeris and Link.
Story post coming in a bit.
And I'm liking this idea concerning the sponsors and the fallen, Krizak.
Edited by: Exeter at: 6/8/02 9:47:27 am
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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 48
(6/8/02 9:30:58 am)
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You are the weakest Link...
*Joins in the pre-emptive R-Vote fest*
Pre-Emptive R-Votes on Aeris and Delita
Edit: And Krizak, check your tally, there's absoltuely NO WAY I'm still at level one
Edit 2: Ah...there lies the problem. You forgot to add my XP I shoulda gained last round Krizzy. I had 24 at the beginning of round three, and I almost cleaned out all my votes then, count 'em up again my numerically challenged friend, until then, I'm voting as a level 2 since technically, I am one
 Edited by: Cirrus Velious at: 6/8/02 9:49:05 am
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 43
(6/8/02 10:06:40 am)
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Act 4, Scene 2 : 'Lost Souls'
"Issac!"
"Yoshi!" ( What's wrong?)
Issac slowed down and stopped, his heart racing in his chest from that experience. My teammates. I didn't think they were here... well, I didn't think.
Laguna got to him first, a worried expression on his face as he studied the shaken youth. "What got into you, all of a sudden? You just bolted off with no warning..."
Yoshi threw in his two cents. "Yosh-yoshi?" ( What was so scary about that wall? The writing wasn't...)
Issac took a moment to catch his breath. What had been so unsettling about those words that he had panicked and run away? Well, the blood looking fresh, for one thing. But the emotion he felt when he read the words again...wasn't his own...
He paled at the revelation.
"Issac, what happened?"
"W-when..." He found himself stammering at first, "I r-read that writing o-on t-t-the wall, the blood was as old as the bodies around it."
Laguna frowned. "Then?"
Issac had regained most of his composure at that point. "I thought I heard a scream, and looked away from the wall for a moment. When I went back to reading, the blood on the wall was fresh."
Explaining the worst part would be a little tricky--"You two know that I use psychic abilities in tandem with my physical strength, right? It's how I can tell what Yoshi is saying."
Laguna looked suprised. "I knew that you were some sort of uber-psychic, but I didn't know that you could tell what Yoshi is saying all the time."
"Yooo-Shi..." (Well, *I* knew...)
Issac gave a small shiver. "Well, when I read that writing for the second time... it was like I was picking up the thoughts of the dead. Like the author was screaming those words at me when I read them."
The former Galbadian solider gave a low whistle. "Wow. I don't blame you for freaking out there."
Issac shook his head. "At least I know what to look out for now," Wonder how Ivan's doing here, "so it shouldn't be a problem anymore." He gave a wan smile. "Sorry for just running off like that."
That's right, I have a team of my own to trust and depend on. I think...I'm understanding why Ivan acted like he did back in that metal city back then.
And, now I know what to do.
Edited by: Kyo at: 6/8/02 10:34:12 am
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 144
(6/8/02 10:14:55 am)
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Re: You are the weakest Link...
Delita led Aeris and Link up the twisting marble stairs methodically, rhythmically, stepping as if to some unheard beat provided by the death that surrounded them.
The torches lighting the stairway flickered as he passed, creating a semblance of moving shadows around every corner, further adding to the increasing suspense.
Get a grip, Delita....
He tried to tell himself that he had seen, and even inflicted, worse, but deep down he knew that his vain attempts at finding some sort of protection against the hauntings of the lost souls that infested the castle were without substance.
Even he had never seen anything like this.
Shattered skeletons and rusted weapons covered the floor, forever frozen in positions that suggested the horror of their dying moments, and that some of them had actually been smashed to pieces before their deaths. A dismal haze seemed to cast itself over Delita's eyes periodically, as though it were testing to see if he were dead as well. It seemed to expect that he would be at any moment, and Delita was not too sure that it was wrong...
Damn it, lighten up! You haven't even seen anything yet that's still alive!
A sudden, short-lived shake threw the countless layers of dust into the air and threatened to knock Delita off his feet, but a quick grab at the remnants of an ancient railing saved him. A yell from Aeris urged him to turn, but Link had caught her before she had fallen.
"You all right?" Link asked. Aeris nodded.
"What the hell was that?" Delita demanded, more of the castle than of his teammates.
"I don't know, but...I think we ought to keep going," Aeris replied nervously. Nodding, Delita continued up the stairs.
Brushing past a spiderweb, Delita slowly drew his Rune Blade. The armor and energy sword from the last round had been very helpful, but it felt reassuring to have his old sword gripped in his gauntleted hand once more. He left his shield held down at his side, much as he would have preferred to have more protection. At least this way he could move more quickly, should the need arise.
Without any more warning than the last, the castle itself seemed to shudder, this time throwing Delita forward and earning him a good-sized bruise to the head as he slammed into the stairs.
Dazed, he slowly lifted his head just in time to see the massive, green-skinned ogre bearing down on them, a spiked iron club in either hand.
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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 49
(6/8/02 10:24:39 am)
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Killed By Death
Edit: Lets just say this post comes before Ex's post up there....
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The trio walked up the flight of stairs in complete silence. "This...This is horrible..." Navi said as the came upon the next room. There were corpses strapped to torture devices, dried blood completely covering the floor....This was a place right out of everyone's worst nightmares.
So...Evil such as this doesn't only apply to those like Gannondorf....Evil is a universal plague...infesting otherwise noble people, twisting them...destroying thier sense of right and wrong...until all that's left is a want for destruction...death...
The three continued walking. Aeris looked almost sick. "You alright Aeris?" Link looked at her. "Yeah...I...I sould be fine..."
But Good...who's to say its the stronger of the two forces? In constant battle....neither force ever seeming to gain any on the other...and who's to blame? The evil? ...Or the ones who fight the evil? Would all this death happen if people hadn't gone against this sorceress? If I hadn't fought Gannondorf...allowed him access to the temple of time...Would Hyrule be in such ruin? Is death and destruction the fault of the evildoers themselves...or the ones trying to do good who open up the doors for them to kill....to destroy..
Delita turned to the group. "So...we head up the next flight of stairs I suppose? I don't think we'll need to worry about the others too much for now...I believe we're ahead of them..."
"Yeah...up is good...We don't seem to have much choice...I mean, well we could ALWAYS just go to sleep here...I know, how about we sleep on this rack ...you know, as soon as we move the corpse, and get a pillow..."
"...Point Taken Navi...Link, does she HAVE to be so insulting all the time?"
Link let out a half-hearted smile, "Oh trust me, there's absolutely NOTHING you can do about it..."
"Errm...still here!!!" Navi flew in front of them with her hands on her hips. "Lets go...I don't like this place any either..."
No..Evil is the corrupter...Countless people have been taken in..its like a disease...... And all for what? Power? Money? Sheer destruction? Do the evil actually care about whatever thier goal is?, or is it all just a bonus to the destruction? You taste it, and you're addicted...There's no turning back..
Delita and Navi were the first into this next room. "By Din..." Navi exclaimed. "It gets worse as we go up...". She was right. Four hanging bodies, torsos cut in half, still dripping blood on the ground, wailing, screaming for help...eternally resigned to thier fates.
"Kiiilll....uss.....pleeassse..."
And Link complied...
"I can't let this go on..." Link pulled out his bow, tears welling up in his eyes. "Forgive me..." He strung an arrow on the bow, and one by one, put an arrow through the hearts of the tortured, and then fell to his knees.
"Forgive me...I...They were....They'd been tortured for so long..."
Link sat and looked at the four people he'd just killed. They'd obviously been here for years, only kept alive by the sorceress's magic....
"You only gave them peace Link..." Delita said. "They were trapped...No way out...They..."
Death...Destruction...Evil bestows it without batting an eye...Life's so fragile...An arrow through the heart, a bolt of magic..and its all gone...How many people've fallen victim to those such as that? How many fall to evil, attacking those they once loved...destroying everything. Why do they do it? For destruction? For pleasure? What's the point in such destruction?
Aeris tried to console Link, but she was obviously horrified.
"Those people...They'll never laugh again...never live to see another skylit day..."
Death, Evil...They go hand in hand...Lines become blurred, Where does evil end, and good start....its hard to tell.
That's why I fight. I fight for all those who have been killed...all who have been tortured at the hands of such demonic overlords....If it weren't for the heroes...such people would run rampant...But is it worth it?
Link got up, barely able to comprehend what he had just done, not sure whether he'd helped them...or commited a great act of evil. "Alright......Lets go..." Link said sadly, and trudged up the next flight of stairs.
 Edited by: Cirrus Velious at: 6/8/02 10:27:24 am
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 93
(6/8/02 10:34:03 am)
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Laguna Loire: 5-1 "Bitter"
Laguna Loire: 4-1
Bitter
Laguna looked down at his clothing, relieved to see it was neither purple and skimpy nor green and massive. He was back into his regular wear, his machinegun slung across his back at a comfortable angle. At least ONE thing is back to normal, he told himself as he looked around at the contestants, searching for his teammates. One lack made itself immediately obvious.
"Hey... where did Ward go? It's not like you can miss him in a crowd...”
The draconian man nodded slightly. "Those among you who have fallen have their own battles to fight this round. You won't cross paths with them in this fortress, but rest assured that you will see them again in the next location."
“All right…” Laguna said faintly, worrying about his large friend. Then blue-boy’s initial words soaked through.
Sorceress. Laguna tilted his head and looked up at the stone ceiling. There’s a sorceress up there, waiting.
Laguna suddenly took a deep breath and bent over, placing his hands on his knees as he stretched out his back and tried to clear his head. The stench of death was everywhere; a miasma of evil hung over the contestants, making him feel sick to his stomach. He closed his eyes, his long dark hair swinging down to cover his face from the eyes of others.
All thoughts of Ward, Scarlett, his teammates… all had disappeared, leaving only that one glowing word in his mind.
Sorceress.
Maybe this was the real reason he had been chosen to participate in this tournament. He had spent the majority of his life fighting sorceresses. It had become his reason for existence – protecting people from evil, guarding them from the power-hungry. It had started with the hunt for Ellone and ended up with him as President of Esthar. Adel, Ultimecia… even Rinoa had been imprisoned for a short while. He had lost his wife and son because of it. And now this.
Sorceress. What will I lose this time? What will you take from me as I defeat you?
Images of Raine and Squall rose unbidden to his mind and Laguna winced. He took another deep breath despite the foul taste of the air and then bit his lip, hard. The copper and salt tang of blood filled his mouth as he straightened up slowly, brushing his hair back, the images fading enough to allow him to think again. Scarlett was staring at him with an odd expression in her eyes, as if she were about to ask him something. Her gaze dropped to his now-bloody mouth and Laguna gave her a taut smile as he reached up to brush away the blood with one thumb. He rubbed his fingers together, smearing the blood, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sorceress.
He broke the gaze with the beautiful engineer and turned away. He couldn’t lose Scarlett because he had never had her to begin with. He brushed his lips with his fingers again, gently, as he remembered their shared kiss, and then focused on the matter at hand.
Isaac suddenly took off running, leaving Laguna and Yoshi behind. Laguna was surprised, and worried. “C’mon!” he shouted as he chased after the boy. Can’t let him be alone in this place. We’ll never defeat the sorceress if we don’t stick together.
They caught up with Isaac. "What got into you, all of a sudden? You just bolted off with no warning..." Laguna asked, worry clear in his voice. He listened with a serious face to Isaac’s revelations, reaching one hand up to rub at the back of his neck. This was an interesting development.
“Isaac,” he said, and then paused, trying to find words. The blonde boy looked at him expectantly.
“Listen, guys,” Laguna began again, including Yoshi. “I’ve had a lot of experience with sorceresses. You might say overcoming sorceresses became my reason for living, back in my world. They’re dangerous, and I don’t have a good feeling about this. We won’t make it if we don’t stay together. We have GOT to work with each other…” He trailed off again. Isaac and Yoshi were still looking at him, surprised by the extremely serious tone of their teammate’s voice, waiting for him to continue.
“They hurt people. Badly.” The ex-Galbadian soldier’s voice made it clear that he knew that from personal experience. With a sigh Laguna turned away to look down the corridor.
“She’s up there, somewhere,” he mused. “We have to find her, but first a few preventative measures.” He pulled the magic from deep inside him, flaring his hand and shouting “CURAGA!” in a strong voice. The green particles showered onto Isaac and Yoshi, fading away gently.
“Let’s go.” Laguna started for the next set of stairs, his face grim.
Sorceress.
Here I come.
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Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2
1 R-Vote to Isaac
1 R-Vote to Yoshi
Remaining:
8 A-Votes (thanks, Yoshi!)
2 R-Votes
60 SPs

 "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor." |
Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 61
(6/8/02 10:53:14 am)
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Warning: Level 10 Angst Alert
The steps were pitted and crumbling, the centres worn through endless centuries of plodding footsteps by the minions of whoever ruled this place. Bloodstains splashed the floors and walls at various intervals, pooling under forgotten corpses and spreading thoughout the citadel as if some great beast was marking its territory.
Malorné surrounded them in darkness as the trio slowly ascended, eyes watchful and hearts sunken. Nothing could be heard save for their own footsteps upon the stone, ragged breathing, and the insubstancial cries of the long fallen.
The sound of death was silence.
Gilder's grip whitened on the hilt of his pistol as they passed broken bodies, their flesh torn and their armour shredded as whatever might they had possessed had failed to prevent their deaths. He'd hoped that as they ascended those reminders or mortality would be left behind, but no, some things just weren't possible to escape no matter how much you kept them at a distance. The surroundings were different, but the feeling that this place gave him was all too familiar and he hadn't ever wanted to feel it again.
Valua.
He'd spent half his life in the slums of Lower City Valua, forever walking in darkness because of the vast stone cavern that the city was built within. He hadn't even known what the sun was until the day he'd escaped, squeezing his painfully underfed body between two crates and stowing away on a supply ship. The brightly lit lights of the palace and Upper City had always danced in the distance, considered unreachable for a slum kid who refused to accept his given role, but little of that light shone upon the lower slums.
The gunman was used to death, not just the flashy explosions and cries of battle, but the silent kind of a couple who starved to death because they could not afford the goods of the black market. The lingering final exit of those who diseased, medicines thought wasted on the lower classes. The brutal violence of the back alleys of men, women and children who robbed and slaughtered each other for the merest gains, doing whatever they had to to survive.
Like Gilder had. Like he was once again doing now.
As the team passed another floor and another visage of carnage and death greeted them, Gilder wondered what streak of sadism had infected their host's mind. He'd tried to leave his past behind, start a new life as an air pirate and enjoy as much of it as he could to make up for lost innocence.
He'd tried to help people in need and hold out a hand for others, things that had been denied him in his youth, but once more he was being dragged down the path of survival and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
What am I here for? Is this why the dragon chose me, because I'm a survivor?
"Hey, Gilder, you okay?"
A touch on his shoulder brought him back from his rememberence, Scarlett looking at him in curiousity as she noticing his unusually grim expression. She was probably much less used to this kind of thing than he was, more akin in her background to the spoiled and arrogant nobility of Upper City or even the imperial family, but he couldn't find it in him to hate her for her past.
He grinned at her, attempting to dispel the dark mood that'd settled on his shoulders and put her at ease. "Just some bitter memories, nothing that'll keep me down. How about you, holding up?"
"I think so," she murmured, fingering at her concealed weaponry for self-assurance. "This isn't the sort of place I spend a lot of time in, y'know."
"I'd be surprised if it was, and this isn't something anyone should have to get used to." The gunman looked upwards, to where the silver swordsman was taking point and was highly focused in searching for any signs of activity. "You think Ramirez is feeling the same?"
Scarlett followed his gaze, then looking down again. "It's hard to say. He's always trying to keep people from getting close to him, not allowing himself a single touch. Even I don't know for sure what he's having to deal with, and I've been closer to him in person than just about anyone."
Gilder nodded thoughtfully, thinking of the other contestants and if they were being haunted by more ghosts than just the ones that haunted the citadel. "You think he'll ever reach out to others? To us?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. But that might be what it takes for any of us to survive."
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Since I always use them anyway, I'll go with the pre-emptive R-voting everyone else's doing. Special Ability: Herbology, then the two enhanced R-Votes to Scarlett and Ramirez.

~~~~~ dance ~~~~~ for ~~~~~ me ~~~~~
Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/8/02 10:54:59 am
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Kellios
RTT: Aeris Gainsborough
Posts: 53
(6/8/02 10:58:36 am)
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Re: Killed By Death
Aeris saw Delita go flying and crash into the sides of the stairs, and seconds later felt a blow hit her as welland into the corpse on the ground to the side. Dazed and ultimately confused, she turned around to see a large orge she had dreamed in fairy tales. Link had managed the to avoid back-breaking hit that the orge had given to Delita and herself.
Get up!
Aeris stumbled to her feet, and balanced herself out and watched as Delita scrambled to his feet, make a turnabout to avoid the orge trunk of an arm, and roll on his back, to his fett, and make a slash at the back of the clafs to the orge.
The bloodcurdling scream that came forth from the orge sent sparks down Aeris spine, who quick went to the side and casted an ice spell on the orge.
Another scream came from the orge, and it turned to face Aeris, who looked into the Blood red eyes that faced her and took her breathe away. She took off running while the orge behind her, chased her.
"Aeris!!" She heard Link scream out, but she did not stop.
C'mon, don't touch them, just go after me....
She dashed through the bodys and was nimble as she past through the corpses and random armor and weapons lying about. The orge, not as graceful, still gave just, and was a good 3 bodies back from Aeris, and was swinging his clud out in front of him in hoping to glimpse her. Aeris could feel the wind from the orge's club, but it did not stop her.
She could here the spells that Delita were casting, and the sound of a arrow being fired from a quiver. A moment later, another cry of pain come forth from the orge, and he turned while writhing in pain. Aeris saw inlodged in the back of the orge was one of Link's arrows. She gasped in horror as the orge then turned back to face her, his eyes enraged with the pain that was in his back, his arm raising with the club to swing down at her.
Off she went again, just barely missing the club as it nailed down through the bodies of the dead and into the floor.
She managed to escape a few feet away, and cast another strong ice spell, with in luck, was casted with Delita's sword magic, and Link's arrows.
The orge screamed out and promptly fell to the floor, ontop of ancient corpses now covered by his own.
Aeris stepped back a couple steps, and promptly fell down onto the floor where there was no corpses. She sniffled a few times, trying to hold back tears.
Hold on, Aeris, all is okay now. No orge is swinging a huge club at you. You'll be alright.
Link and Delita scampered over to her, and they looked down at her. Delita and Link promptly bent down, while Link put his arms around Aeris.
"Y-your e-eyes are glowing, A-Aeris..." Link stammered, and Delita nodded, nervously. Aeris completely forgot about that.
"Don't worry about it. It's always been like that..." She sniffed, and wiped her eyes, "Whenever I cry, my tears glow. It's just being a part of being a Cetra..." She quietly stated, and stood up, much to her friends concern.
"Do you need a moment?" Delita inquired, and Aeris shook her head, wiping the remaining tears from her face. Delita nodded, and continued towards a staircase.
From a battle with a stupid orge and I cry... how does that show my control to be able to maintain my emotions? Aeris thought with contempt towards herself, but then sighed.
No matter... I just hope that he can finally rest, like the others here. Link did a good thing... She paused, and looked at the blonde friend beside her.
And maybe I'm the one here who's not so 'saintly' myself...
She sighed once more, and conituned walking, still shaken from her fight, but wouldn't let it show.
*****
Dead orge XD next!!
edit: I'm making up words o.O "Thoughted!!" XDDD
edit 2: typos... 3 of a billion
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"I'll come back when it's all over"~~Aeris GainsboroughEdited by: Kellios at: 6/8/02 11:14:21 am
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 152
(6/8/02 11:01:42 am)
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Re: Killed By Death
Gonna get something to eat, and a shower, and then I'll post something. Back in a bit.
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 60
(6/8/02 11:36:49 am)
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Subsequent Warning: Level 9 sneaky and evil alert.
"Maybe. Maybe not. But that might be what it takes for any of us to survive." She squinted down the hall at their warrior partner as he raised his sword to brush aside a hanging corpse. "I'll just say that it doesn't always work. I think I'd have been summarily skewered if it weren't for you two...and Laguna." She quickly thought up something to cover that slip, but didn't get to say it.
Gilder's eyes had widened and he'd whipped around to face something. "Footsteps. Ramirez!" He quickly ducked into a patch of shadow and motioned thier comrade in the direction said steps were coming from.
Scarlett could just hear them as she pressed herself into the wall behind a dark suit of armor, wishing she'd thought to contrive that cloaking mechanism. By way of using the comb, she unclipped a VirginChick from her garter--a miniscule liquid-fire bomb that she could activate from a distance. She only had two of them, but had figured they'd come in handy last round.
Ramirez was likewise concealed, and only by knowing where it was supposed to be could she make out Gilder's drawn gun. She peeked down the hall in the direction of the footsteps, getting louder and more recognizable. One of armor, one of rubber, one of leather, and a twinkling sound that she'd never heard at all.
The first voice, a somewhat mystical tenor, mingled with the footsteps earliest. "Y-your e-eyes are glowing, A-Aeris..."
AERIS?
"Don't worry about it. It's always been like that...Whenever I cry, my tears glow." Scarlett bit back a gasp and forced herself not to tighten her grip on the VirginChick. The Lab Rat... "It's just being a part of being a Cetra..."
...
"Heh. Why so down, catboy?"
"Get out of my office, Scarlett."
"Oh, the big-bad-moogle-ridin' spy doesn't wanna see me?"
"Unless you feel like being violently groped by four or five security guards I suggest you get out."
"Been there five times already and bought a souvenir."
"You have no idea how serious I am right now about wanting you dead. Out. Now."
"What happened, UNCLE Cassius?"
"Playing up on that will only make me angrier, Scarlett. And we're NOT related. Otherwise that 'souvenir' you bought could have some very awful repercussions."
"Just tell me what rat crawled up you ass and I'll go."
"Aer....the Cetra is dead."
...
Oh, fuck...
"Do you need a moment?" The thrid voice chimed in, a subtle, regal one, and came into view. An attractive, armored young man with slicked-back dark hair. Like a younger Reeve...
...escorting HER. The Lab rat. The dead one.
What in...she's a contestant...
The third and fourth of the group caught up with HER; a young, fantastical-looking man in green and a small ball of light. "Yeah...Aeris, if you need to sit down--"
"--I don't. But thanks, Link. I'll...I'll be fine."
Considering you're supposed to be dead, of course.
She waited unil they had passed Ramirez, and he looked about to strike. Scarlett quickly motioned with ehr hand for him to hold back, and stepped out into the light, her heels clicking dangerously on the bricked floor.
Right away, the bowman and the knight readied themselves for battle. Aeris herself took a longer time in turning around.
And gasped. "You?!"
Of course, lab rat. Of course it's me.
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Ex, Cirrus, and Kell--don't finish this please. I'll do it next post. But I wanted to get this into the open before you guys moved, so...
Scarlett Welles
4 A-votes
6 R-votes
60 SP
Lab rat, lab rat, how I love the sound of that.
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)
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 153
(6/8/02 11:50:23 am)
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Shimmerings of the past...
Edit: Eh, since it's just Delita's musing, it doesn't really matter when it happens. Feel free to continue, Mith, and ignore this post's placement.
FFT spoilers, don't read if you don't want to.
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As the party continued, Delita thought back to the most difficult time of his life.
Not since he had survived the explosion of Fort Zeakden had he been so disgusted by his surroundings. Then, resolve to escape and exact revenge on all who had been responsible for Teta's death had given him the strength to prevail, now, all he had left was his determination to find Agrias and learn what she had been about to tell him yesterday concerning Ramza and Alma.
Perhaps then, he could go back to Ovelia with a smile on his face. And perhaps she would smile back.
>*<
...Delita stepped over a pile of rubble just within the entrance to the broken-down Zeltennia church, an aura of confidence surrounding him as usual. Inside, Ovelia kneeled in front of an altar, probably praying.
Not one to wait respectfully for a prayer to be finished, Delita spoke. "So here you are. Everyone was looking for you." Stepping forward, so he stood just behind her, he continued, "Something wrong? Oh, I shouldn't talk to a Princess in such a way."
"Stop it!" Ovelia said, obviously upset.
"By your leave, your most gracious majesty," Delita replied sarcastically, and turned to go.
"...Please stop." Ovelia whispered, quivering slightly.
Realizing how unfair he was being, Delita lowered his head a bit and turned back to the young woman. "Sorry, I apologize."
"What are you going to do with me? I'm not Ovelia, you
know. I'm worth nothing to you. Not even worth leaving alive."
"Yes. You're not Ovelia. We don't know your real name or even if you're a noble or a commoner."
"What did my life mean all these years?" the Princess said sadly. "Raised as a substitute... Ha, ha...amusing isn't it?" she said with an attempt at a laught, but it came out a cough.
Delita shifted his feet uneasily. She was just like him, in a way.
"A Princess must live her life quietly in a monastery away from the capital," Ovelia continued. "I'd often wondered why only I had to live like that. But if my suffering would to keep Ivalice in peace, then I thought I could endure it. What was all the grief and isolation I suffered for?"
Delita allowed his emotions to get the better of him and replied, "You and I are the same... Miserable people forced to live false lives, always being used by someone."
Ovelia turned and looked at him, startled.
His voice growing more confident as he spoke, he continued, "Try hard and you'll be rewarded, they say. Lies... Only those close to the top are rewarded without trying, It's the way of the world. Most people have to act the roles given to them... Then again, most of them haven't even noticed they're even acting."
Ovelia gave him an odd look, as though seeing him for the first time, and half-rose from her kneeling position.
Now nearly yelling, Delita continued, "No way I'd do that. I won't be used. I'll be the one using! Those who used me must pay for what they've done!"
Memories of Teta's death flashed back to him, then, but he repressed them. It had happened long ago, and he had to live in the present...and future.
Somewhat startled by Delita's speech, Ovelia replied, a touch breathlessly, "What will you do?"
Without a moment of hesitation, Delita knelt down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. "Trust me, Ovelia. I'll make a country worthy of you! I'll make your life shine! Let me guide you!"
And he knew, even then as he spoke, that he would never betray her, not for anything.
Noticing the sudden flowing of tears from Ovelia's beautiful eyes, he added, "Don't cry like that."
"Should I trust you?" she managed through the tears.
"I won't betray you. I swear by my dead sister, Teta." He stopped for an instant, realizing the weight of the words he had just spoken, but he knew them for the truth they were.
"So, please don't cry," he said again.
Without warning, Ovelia launched herself at Delita, embracing him as the tears came more freely. Closing his eyes, Delita returned her hug, knowing that he would stand beside her forever...
>*<
That had been the best moment of his life. If only things could go back to that day, and give him a chance to make things right.
And, God willing, if Agrias confirmed his hopes about Ramza and Alma, Ovelia might...
Determinedly, Delita continued his ascension to the next obstacle that had been thrown in his path.
You'd better be ready, Sorceress...
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Edit: By the way, Honey Nut Cheerios rule.
Edited by: Exeter at: 6/8/02 12:01:58 pm
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 81
(6/8/02 12:08:12 pm)
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"Well I be able to hold onto my soul?"
Lise had instinctively taken the lead; it was the only role she had ever known as Princess of Rolante, and in the ensuing adventure that had become her life and world-saving event.She straightened out her hair once more, putting it back into place after the two had tried to seek 'revenege'. She couldn't help her hair at least behaved under a helmet. She didn't have points to worry about.
They were winding their way up one fo the probable several stairways running through the place; it was only natural that someone else may have passed these paths, wether man or ... something. She gripped her lance a bit tighter, glancing back at her teammates. By far, she rather enjoyed being paired with them, they were kind of different from Hawk and Duran, but in some ways not. In such a creepy place, it was comforting to find such similarity.
Except maybe the funny smell that was waifting form ahead that smelled of decay and rot that reminded her of the Ghost ship. She waved her team back to hold on. She leaed forward and looked aroudn the corner. A pair of rabid werewolves were tearing at a half-rotted corpse, decay and tattered cloth scattering about the floor as they dug for something, or looked. She wasn't sure what they were doing. She indicated for her team to back off a bit more.
What am I doing? I can't seriously be thinking of taking two on at once. We should work together. We need to. But... what reason am I here? I've only been a burden, haven't I? They could do so much more without worrying about me. If I can't fight, then I should have no reason to be here. I don't know what I thought when I accepted what seems like ages ago.
She gripped her lance tighter, narrowing her eyes. It was almost as if she ahd picked up where she left off in her world, facing werewolves. There was something not quite right about this though, but not the location's deahtly air. It was something about the body. It was smaller than normal ones, and something turned in her stomach as a shudder ran through her. Her mind was reminded of Elliot, and she wondered if this wasn't what would happen when she got back, finding nothing mroe than a corpse in a remote tower built by those two damnable abominations that were seemingly behind all the troubles of the world.
In a way, its wasn't too far removed, from what Duran had said, because Queen of Reason, some powerful sorceress of some sort, was also part of the troubles. She licked her parched lips, her eyes vacant as things returned. She snapped back to the present, feeling a flare of emotions; sadness, anger, vexation, hatred coursed through her veins as she watched the scene almost detached, yet very much there. Her knucles whitened as her grip tightened, and the spirits in her head were dead silent. Nothing seemed to break the silence except the sound of tearing and the creak of a bone.
Finally... she snapped, leaping into action faster than she ever thoguth she could, the spear slicing through air as if it were a dead vacuum as she landed on the back of the closest beast, burying the blade deep within its furry flesh. She forced it with all her slight weight, using momentum to force the first one down as she leapt again. The second one was barely turning in confusion as she whirled the handle into its head sneding it reeling back in a spin. Her first attack hadn't been fatal, and with an unearthly howl, it rose, the white foam tainted with flecks of blood from its wounds already. She growled in reply, bracing her lance in her grip as it advanced.
Its better to fight now, than to rot away in obscurity...
She dodged a set of carrion claws racing by her face and lunged forward, burying the point withint he creature's gut. With a satisfied grin she pulled to the left, dragging the shuddering body as she tore the spear out, blood splattering to the floor in crimson rain as she cast the dying wolf aside into the other wall of the room with a sickening thud. She heard something to her right and turned, but reacted too slow as a massive paw struck her across the face sending her to the floor. She rolled a bit and came up into a crouch, her once-calm eyes now filled wiht a burning fire as she felt burning pain on her cheek and the warm kiss of blood.
"You die," she hissed, standing slowly. Her slight frame was very still, her eyes focused only on her opponent before her. She felt something wash over her; anger, peace, death... she wasn't sure, but it was both warm and cold at the same time, and somewhere she thought she heard the keening of a bell in the distance, a cold, solemn note that seemed to chill her own heart. The beast took a step forward as Shadow and Ryo had come around the corner.
Lise thought paid no heed to her comapnions; her only thought was of revenge. Vengence moving swiftly, bringing down pain and sufferning to those who had dealt it. She leapt into the air, an odd wind howling through the corridor as she fixed dead eyes on the wolf which now looked at her, paralyzed. She raised the spear, griping it tightly as she focused.
"Falling Star..."
She threw it quickly, the energies focusing on that one meoment, that one attack. Shadow and Ryo might have sword it had been in her hand, and then she was down, skewering the beast, it happened so fast. She stood still a moment before yanking the spear free from the limp body of the wolf, having planted a foot on it to dislodge the weapon. She turned, looking over her shoulder as she wiped blood from her cheek. Ryo and Shadow both seemed rather surprised, but neither so much as spoke. She walked over to the small body, and finally spotted what it was they had been after. She bent down, collecting the necklace on the small body, which seemed remarkably well preserved for its supposed time here, untarnished as if newly casted. On impulse she put it on.
"Lets go," she said, her soft voice breaking the silence.
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You would NOT believe how long that took to write. ><;; Shoot. I was suposed to call my brother an hour ago. Damn it all... *kicks brother* Give me the wrong number will you? *chomps!* ><;;; I might be gone soon for awhile. So, yeah.
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 95
(6/8/02 12:11:24 pm)
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Laguna Loire: 4-2
Laguna Loire: 4-2
Laguna found the next staircase around an odd projection of stone. The stone itself was a steely grey color, but each individual block was decorated with the tanned skins of human beings. Some of the skins were fresh, to the point of dripping blood down onto nearby trophies. Others were old and tanned.
All of them held the marks of torture, a litany of pain encased in flesh.
Laguna looked at the grisly tokens and his normally cheerful face was grim. “Sorceress,” he hissed under his breath. Isaac looked at him.
“What did you say, Laguna?”
Laguna shook his head in negation. “Nothing,” he told the boy as he moved around the stone and found the next staircase. “This is the way up to the next floor.” He peered up into the inky blackness above them and shook his head yet again. “We have quite a way to go before we reach her.”
He stepped forward and his boot hit a human thighbone. The bone went spinning off into a corner and Laguna’s mouth twisted.
This is worse than Adel. Worse than anything I’ve ever seen. How am I going to protect everyone?
He looked back at Isaac who was standing ready with his sword. The blonde boy was alert and certainly competent – the previous rounds had proven that – but his face was pale and Laguna wondered just how much strain his psychic ability was causing him. Even the supremely un-psychic Laguna was feeling the pressure of old evil. It must be ten times worse for Isaac.
Laguna gnawed at his sore lip causing fresh blood to break free and stain his skin. His heart pumped fiercely and adrenaline surged through his veins.
I’m afraid. The thought surprised him and he had to stop and consider it, probing the welter of emotions swirling within him. Finally he sighed and took the first step up the huge staircase. Nothing matters but the Sorceress. Nothing.
He looked over his shoulder to confirm that Yoshi and Isaac were following, flashing them a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned back around, his booted foot reaching for the next step, and yelped.
"Dead thingies!' he yelled as he brought his machinegun to bear on the trio of zombies that had appeared out of the darkness.
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TAG Isaac!
EDIT1: "I'm a typo, you're a typo, he's a typo, she's a typo, wouldn't you like to be a typo, too?"
EDIT2: Reads the Round description again. Shit! Changes monsters real quick like.
Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2
Remaining:
8 A-Votes (thanks, Yoshi!)
2 R-Votes
60 SPs

 "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor."Edited by: Shizuyoko at: 6/8/02 12:16:09 pm
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 61
(6/8/02 12:20:18 pm)
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Subsequent Warning: Level 9 sneaky and evil alert part 2!
Scarlett smirked. "Yes, me." She pulsed her eyebrows once to accentuate. "And you. Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise."
Aeris' eyes darkened just slightly, but quickly let the politeness back in. Her teammates stood down slightly, the first lowering his bow but keeping the arrow strung and the knight relaxing his stance but gripping the sword tighter.
Scarlett laughed. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your teammates? It would be proper."
Aeris hung her head and drew in a breath. "Link," she indicated the bowman, "and Delita," she motioned to the knight. "This is Scarlett."
Scarlett offered her hand, palm down, to the knight first. "The pleasure's mine."
With somewhat wary and angry eyes, Delita transferred his sword to one hand and knelt. He took her hand in his free one and touched his lips to it coldly.
Oh, yes. Definitely just like Reeve.
As Delita rose from the kneel, Scarlett took in Link's demeanor. The bowman was abviously younger than the knight, and more inclined to stare at her. The ball of light buzzing about his head biffed him one and yelled "Snap out of it!" Scarlett let out a little laugh as the youth clumsily got to the floor and imitated the knight's actions, letting his lips linger for a bit and actually using them. "N.nice to meet you," he managed to say as he pulled away.
"How do you know Aeris," the night demanded by way of a question, holding his sword a little more readily.
Scarlett smirked at him. "She used to work under me, in my world." That is, until she DIED. She fought back a laugh. Oh, I'm going to have such fun with this...
Aeris was still looking nervously at the floor. "Quite a thing to call it..." she whispered, and neither Delita nor Link heard her.
"How do you think you're faring in the tournament?" Scarlett asked, hoping to get a good look into Aeris' eyes out of sheer perversity. "That is, if you're participating--"
"Oh, we're participating," the knight interrupted coldly. "And we're not doing poorly either."
"That's nice," Scarlett drawled in response, nodding at him. "Neither are we. But I figure you have a bit of an advantage, considering."
She looked up, green eyes glowing slightly. "Considering what?" She blinked the distance up at Scarlett.
...
"Dead? Oh, that's precious!"
"..."
"Oh, so now catboy's GROWLING 'cause he lost his mistress? How--shall I say--purrfect."
"Get OUT!"
"How did it happen, UNCLE? Run out of Phoenix Downs and leave her for dead? Or was it something sudden, like--AH!"
"If. You. Don't. Take. That. Back. So help me god I'll forget you're supposed to be family."
"Wouldn't be the first timeAAH! Let g--"
...
Scarlett smiled down at Aeris. "Oh, nothing. I'll let you be on your way."
Delita put a hand on Aeris' shoulder as he turned her around, heading for the staircase again. Link backed away a few steps before turning, and the ball of light followed soundly.
As soon as they were gone, Ramirez and Gilder stepped out of hiding. "And what, may I ask, was THAT about?" Gilder asked, putting a hand on Scarlett's shoulder.
She smirked. "Just scaring up the compettition," she stated simply, turning her now-empty hand around itself.
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You may now resume your regularly scheduled posting.
Scarlett Welles
4 A-votes
6 R-votes
60 SP
::smirk::
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)
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Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 157
(6/8/02 12:30:47 pm)
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That was indeed quite sneaky, Mith...
Sensing Aeris's lack of desire to talk, Delita remained similarly silent, nonetheless contemplating the encounter with that woman, Scarlett, and her cronies.
Something was definitely not right about all that, he decided. Whatever it was, though, it had eluded him. Not the way the two women had acted toward one another; Delita knew how unpleasant it could be to have the past appear right in front of you, particularly if such a past was better left forgotten. No, it was something else, something he should have noticed, might even have seen, but didn't pick up on.
Grimacing, Delita continued acting as the group's leader, much as it bothered him sometimes to do so.
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Kellios
RTT: Aeris Gainsborough
Posts: 56
(6/8/02 12:38:54 pm)
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Re: That was indeed quite sneaky, Mith...
Well, I DID ask for someone in theis place that I would know. But, of everyone, her?
Aeris looked up nervously at Link and Delita.
And what she meant by considering... she must know, then. My fate does come upon me.
She sighed and kept on walking with her companions, head slightly lowered as they went on.
Maybe I should just accept it. Well, I do, but I still do not have any means of facing it now. Not now, when things are seemingly going right.
"I'll come back when it's all over...."
She took in a deep breath, and let it out again, following Delita just a step behind.
*****
VERY nice, Mith
edit Okay, guys, off to my cousins wedding. Good luck to you all ^^ See you tonight when the round ends
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"I'll come back when it's all over"~~Aeris GainsboroughEdited by: Kellios at: 6/8/02 12:45:14 pm
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 122
(6/8/02 1:14:58 pm)
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Act 4, Scene 2 - "Claws"
(And I'm back from my first shift at work!)
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The cold and dank walls looming in and crowding him weren't the first thing on Ivan's mind.
Nor was the fact that he still hadn't found his team-mates.
No.. the first thing on his mind was the arrow hurtling through the air at him. He threw himself to the ground as the shaft whistled over his head, embedding itself in the wall behind him, then jumped up again as an undead warrior lurched towards him. The thing was hideous - rotting flesh dripping off its exposed bones, and an unholy gleam in its eye.
It wanted Ivan, and it wanted him dead. Or alive. The thing probably didn't have enough brains to know, but it had claws big enough for it to be a moot point. He ducked a wild swing from the creature's arm, and thrust the Shaman's rod up into its chest, calling "Whirlwind!"
Pushing his mental force into the spell, a blast of wind whipped up from nowhere, splitting the creature open and showering its bones over the walls. Ivan started to breathe a sigh of relief, then turned it into a groan. Three more creatures were following the first down the tunnel - and from the sounds of it, there was something behind him, too. Shrinking back, he began to muster his will for another spell, when one creature raised its mouth and let out an ear-piercing scream, shattering his concentration long enough for the closest to rake its claws across his chest.
Screaming in rage, he fell back, clutching at the wound - as a bullet flew over his head, embedding itself in the first creatures skull, and exploding in a cone of fire out the other side. The flames licked over the creature, and engulfed the other two as well. Ivan watched horrified as the flesh shrivelled and burnt away, leaving blackened bones which collapsed to the floor in three messy piles. Only after this did he look behind him - but the gunman was gone. He reached out with his mind to his unknown helper and left one word.
Thankyou
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That may not quite fit with other people's posts, if not, sorry.
1 R-vote to Gilder
Ha, betcha thought that was Kaze?

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 51
(6/8/02 1:45:09 pm)
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Dead Things
Link walked through another corridor with his team mates. What was with that woman...Something between them...something I should've picked up on...
Link made eye contact with Aeris, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. "Its nothing...I'm fine.." Link was a little taken aback by the response to his unspoken question, surprised that she could read his look so easily.
They trio of tired travellers (OOC: hehe, trio of tired travellers XD) walked up another flight of steps, and came face to face with the one thing they never thought they'd find....
Themselves
*******
Ex, check your PM Box at RI, believe it or not, I'm going somewhere with this...
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 44
(6/8/02 1:49:00 pm)
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Act Four, Scene 3: 'Climhazard'
"Dead-thingies!"
Alerted by Laguna's voice, Issac and Yoshi both looked up to see the former freedom fighter let loose a hail of bullets on three zombies that had suddenly appeared out of the darkness. Issac drew his Gaia blade again in a flash, while Yoshi bounded up to deal with the undead threat with some glowing spotted eggs in the creature's hand.
"Yoshi-Yoshi!" ( I got the biggest one!)
Issac sweatdropped at the lizard's boast, but charged in anyway as Laguna backed up slowly, reloading his machine gun. One of the smaller zombies made a lunge for Issac at that moment, somehow judging him to be the smallest threat.
That cost him an arm and a leg. Make that two, Issac grimly thought to himself as he systematically cut the offending undead warrior to ribbons.
BOOM!!!
Yoshi! ( Chew on THAT, buddy!)
Issac looked up to see Yoshi dancing around a set of smoking feet--all that was left of the zombie he had tackled. The Vale swordsman found the image rather disconcerting.
"Issac! Behind you!"
The voice was Laguna's, and he reacted automatically and without question. His blade plunged behind him in a backwards thrust, and he felt it slide into the rotting flesh of something that wasn't really alive. It was a revolting sensation.
I can see why Laguna doesn't like sorceresses...I wonder if Menardi counts as one? Then I'd REALLY understand.
He continued his thrust by jumping straight up into the air, taking his sword with him-- but not its recipient. Bone and flesh both gave way at once to his Gaia blade during his ascent, ensuring that the wound was completely fatal. As he landed, he noted that the upside of killing zombies was that you didn't get any blood on your sword.
Laguna whistled. "Well, he won't be getting up for a while!"
Issac scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. "Uh... let's move on before some zombie buddies of theirs find out."
"Yo-yo-shi..." ( Aw...but I was having fun, too...)
Edited by: Kyo at: 6/8/02 1:53:14 pm
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