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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 109
(6/6/02 10:45:39 am)
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Act 3, Scene 4 - "Spirit"
Ivan grinned, moving a hair out of his eyes. "Heh.." he panted slightly. "You're good Isaac. This is actually fun, pal.." Gust drifted him back slightly, then he unhooked the Shaman's rod from its slot by his side. Raising it up, he smiled. "Come out, Jupiter Djinn - Kite!"
The Djinn appeared, squeaked slightly, then dissolved, as Ivan absorbed its power. "Hey Isaac?"
The Venus Adept gritted his teeth. "What?"
"Dodge this!" The power of Kite flowed into Ivan, and he sped to the left almost faster than Isaac's eyes could follow, shouting "Squall!" This time, the Djinn raced towards Isaac, dissolving on contact, surrounting him with a blue field that crackled, then solidified into chains, holding him back. Isaac let out a laugh, as he simply brought his hand up through them. "Fairy ring, Ivan? Did you forget about that?"
Ivan dipped below the platform, readying another spell - as Isaac plunged his hand into the ground, shouting "Earthquake!" Above Ivan, the walkway shattered, raining down on him. A block of rubble smashed him in the arm, knocking his Bolt astray, sending it crashing into the side of a building.
"Aah, that hurt!" Ivan looked round again. Isaac was nowhere to be seen. He flicked his visor to a heat-vision, but once again, nothing. "Where've you gone, Isaac?" - then cried out, as the Gaia Sword caught him straight in the back. Knocked off balance, he released his hold on Gust, and began to fall again. He plummeted two stories, before a walkway flashed past close enough for him to grab on. Slowly, he hauled himself up, standing just as Isaac dropped cat-like onto the platform next to him. "Ivan.. give it up. We don't have to do this."
"It's not over yet, Isaac." Ivan said, clutching at his side slightly. Raising the Shaman's Rod to the heavens, he closed his eyes and cleared his mind.
"Spirits of air..come to me. Kite.. Squall... lend me your powers." Isaac took a step back. "Ivan - n-no!" Ivan grinned as he continued. "Come out, goddess of Wind - Atlanta! I summon you!"
As Isaac took another step back, an astounded look on his face, the sky above them rippled, as a figure appeared in a gust of a wind - her long green hair flowed gently over the white toga draped on her, as she slowly raised a hand. Announcing something in a language long forgotten, her eyes flashed green, as the sky above them opened, and a cascade of energy rained down between the skyscrapers. The first energy javelin to hit smashed the walkway, sending both adepts plummetting. The others still fell.
Ivan grinned.

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 116
(6/6/02 10:52:26 am)
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Change in Plans
Since not many people have showed up yet, I'm going to change things around a bit and make it so the battle doesn't start until 6:00 PM MDT Thursday Eventing, and I'll extend the round until 10:00PM so we can have four hours of extreme battle action!
 ~ 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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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 24
(6/6/02 11:29:33 am)
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Round 3
More Human than Human - Part I
He stood arrayed in armored splendor, each piece of protective gear colored with sooty blacks and ashen greys…except for the pod. Its golden luster shone as a pirate’s treasure in the harsh light of the compound, and no piece of armor the computer had tried to inflict on Kaze’s right hand could gain a hold. Over the armor still, his great black cape hung, concealing the form of his body. And now, he was in the middle of a war again. Two groups both thinking they were right.
He hated those times.
Passing a rack of futuristic weapons, he scanned the display. Complicated-looking devices hung in their places on the racks, deterring him from considering them. Most of them required two hands to hold anyway. As he neared the end of the rack, his gaze fell upon a simple box, so different in means than the technological marvels surrounding him. Gingerly lifting the box to get a closer look, he saw, in small lettering, the words ‘Caution: Explosive Ammo’.
Letting out a sound like that of satisfaction, he immediately drew his red handgun and withdrew from it one of the two clips. Emptying the unspent bullets back into his pouch, he slowly began to fill the clip with the new ammunition. Ammunition he would certainly find need for once he stepped outside. Because this was no war; this was people shooting each other up in the name of justice and fairness. To Kaze, few other mindsets of fighting were as dangerous…or foolish.
With a steaming hiss, the door of the compound pulled away to reveal a city at war; fires burned in the evening sky and the shouts of many people mingled into the cacophony of the street noise. He still held his gun; why holster it and draw it out again when one already knew it would be needed soon? Without the batting of an eye, he sent one of the new explosive shells whistling toward a man who had approached him with weapon raised. The soldier’s body armor splintered like glass as his torso exploded in a mass of blood and flame. Kaze walked calmly by the remnants of the corpse, silent as the night. Surely, the violence was regrettable, but he had sadly become accustomed to that, and much more. Leaving his thoughts behind, he scanned the road ahead.
It was hard to feel remorse for death after your whole world met its end.
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Kaze chooses the ENERGY upgrade
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Soil! My strength!
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allenhill2002
RTT: Golbez
Posts: 331
(6/6/02 11:30:20 am)
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Re: Change in Plans
Sweet, thanks Krizak.
Also, I edited my post on page 2. You guys may want to go read it.
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daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 25
(6/6/02 11:36:49 am)
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Custom Job
Ryo watched as Shadow reluctantly clambered inside his armour then went to look for his own. As he approached one of the capsules a red light lit up on its top and the black glass door swung upward. Inside was a sleek suit of black armour with flexible dark blue sections on the upper arms, waist and thighs. The power suit was less heavily built than a lot of the others and did no seem to all be in one piece. As Ryo lifted up the helmet he could see that the suit was fitted to a mannequin. The removal must have triggered some mechanism as all over the suit the various pieces of armour clicked and opened up. Underneath was a form-fitting dark blue bodysuit with numerous sockets for the armour to clasp on to. Realising that he would not be able to wear his normal clothes under it he began to undress. The capsule door closed automatically to guard his privacy.
The inner body-suit did not fit him well. The legs were too long and the arms were not wide enough. However, the moment he finished pulling the zip up the back a small yellow light appeared on the palm of the left hand. Ryo giggled involuntarily as the material began to reshape itself into a perfect fit. Testing its flexibility with a few high kicks he quickly found that it was even less restrictive that his normal clothes. Next Ryo started to attach the outer armour. As he put each piece in place its mechanisms whirred into life, fastening to the body-suit. Lastly he placed the helmet over his head. Unlike in Shadow’s suit this one did not completely cover his face. The front ended with a black V-shaped visor down to the bridge of his nose. Once the full suit was in place the light on his palm flashed green a few times before fading away. Then the HUD on the visor lit up and the capsule door swung open.
Ryo stepped back out into the main room and took a look around as text began to scroll up the left side of the visor.
}OS Loaded - - Booting Main systems . . . .
}Running systems diagnostic . . .
}---Inner suit temperature regulation and damaged detection: OPERATIONAL
}---Exterior suit integrity: 99%
}---Power cell charge: 96%
}---FOF targeting test . . .
As Ryo looked around the room a white outline flashed around each of the contestants when he looked directly at them. When he continued to look at a particular person the outline would turn red and the text ’Enemy detected. Current hostility rating: 0’ appeared. When he looked at Shadow the outline turned green and the display read ’Ally detected. Designation: Shadow’. Then more text ran up the left side of the visor.
}---FOF targeting test complete: OPERATIONAL
}---System diagnostic complete
}Running strength/energy enhancement ratio tests … complete.
}---Strength enhancement at 520%
}---Energy enhancement at 962%
}Initiating alpha-wave scan … complete
}---Detected: Earth – Japan – Jujitsu – Hazuki style
}---Detected: Earth – China – Kung-fu – Swallow style (partial)
}---Detected: Earth – Japan – UNKNOWN – Shadow Style (partial)
}---Detected: Earth – China – Kung-fu – Lishao Tao style (partial)
}---Detected: UNKNOWN – Solaris – Deathblows
}Integrating techniques . . . complete
}Hard-wiring composite style to suit . . . complete
}Initiating alpha-wave uplink . . .complete
}---Optimising user reflexes . . . complete
}---Optimising user thought patterns . . . complete
}---Optimising user senses . . . complete
}Start-up complete
After that last line of text, the HUD cleared for a moment. Ryo felt strangely calm and focused. Though he had not understood all of what the text had meant he knew that alpha-waves had something to do with the human brain. The suit was preparing him for battle mentally as well as physically. What was even more unusual was that the thought of this machine tampering with his brain did not concern him … perhaps that was its doing too. Ryo looked down at his hand, flexing it into a fist several times he felt a power flowing through him like none he had ever known.
“I’m ready” he said to himself.
Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?" Edited by: daigohji at: 6/6/02 11:48:03 am
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Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 849
(6/6/02 12:04:40 pm)
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Angels of Life, Angels of Death
OOC: Emilia's armor looks something like this
She flew across the city, Billy in her arms. He was hurt.
Emilia... when did you become an Angel?
She glided over tall skyscrapers and long walkways. Although tired, Billy could see worry in Emilia's face.
Why are you worrying? I'm fine... just tired. So tired...
Emilia landed on the roof of one of the buildings. She put a hand at Billy's head and stroked his silver hair.
"Emilia," said Billy faintly, dazed. "You never told me that you were an Angel."
Despite the tears running down her face, she forced a laugh. "It's my armor, silly. My armor has wings."
Billy blinked. Armor... of course. That would make sense.
Emilia buried her head in Billy's chestplate. She was sobbing now, crying harder than she had before, even more than when she had doomed those people to die.
It was then that Billy knew that he was dying.
Well, it's not that bad, thought Billy. Dying's not nearly as painful as it sounds. He blinked. In fact, the pain was gone. His head was clear. He looked around, startled.
What the...?
Emilia looked up, suddenly. Her eyes were wide. Billy followed her gaze.
She was staring at the holes in Billy's chestplate. They were... getting smaller. In fact, they were healing up, if it was possible for metal to heal.
Billy laughed. "It's my bracer!" he exclaimed, looking at the band on his wrist which was visible in the armor. "I forgot- I'm a Fallen! I can't die!"
Emilia looked hard at Billy. "What's a Fallen? Does that mean- oh God, you're all right!" She thrusted herself forward and hugged Billy, squeezing him a bit harder than normally. Billy's eyes widened, but he smiled. He felt complete. He felt happy. He wasn't sure what this feeling inside him was, but it seemed to be bubbling up from within.
Then he saw something which took his smile away.
Kuja.
Emilia turned to meet Billy's gaze. Floating towards them was one who had once been a friend, but had gone back to his evil ways. Kuja. He soared forward, not needing the graceful silver armor which he wore.
"Billy."
"Kuja."
Kuja eyed Emilia. "And who do we have here? Our little savior," mocked Kuja. "Oh, great Angel, will thou pass judgement over my mortal soul?"
Emilia's eyes shone with fear.
"What is he?" she asked in a whisper.
Billy's eyes darted to her. She was shaking. Shaking with fear.
"What am I, little one?" asked Kuja. "I am Kuja. I am the Angel of Death."
Kuja's eyes met Billy's. "A pleasure meeting you again, young William. I see that you haven't given up on the Tournament."
Billy's eyes flashed with anger. "Stay away from me, Kuja."
"Or you'll what? I look forward to watching what will happen in the final battle between the rebels and the government. I may even participate." Kuja turned, as if to leave, but turned his head back.
"Just remember, Billy. Although you may be immortal, your 'friend' here isn't. Even more, when tomorrow comes, you will be gone forever. I suggest that you don't involve yourself in relationships. It makes things much harder when we 'lose' people..."
And with that, Kuja disappeared.
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OK, I just want to make some people aware of something. You do NOT have permission to kill Emilia. If you do, I will personally make sure that your team will become Fallen...
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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.
~Margie, Xenogears Edited by: Bugenhagen at: 6/6/02 12:05:19 pm
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 72
(6/6/02 12:04:50 pm)
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Laguna Loire: 3-2
Laguna Loire: 3-2
Laguna saw Isaac step out of a capsule attired in a snazzy combination of green and yellow armor. With a smile and a little wave he stepped towards his teammate, intending to firm up the plan of action. Rebels, government forces under attack, massive explosions - Laguna was in his element and ready for some action!
"Hey, Isaac, why don't we..."
KA-BOOM!
A massive hole appeared in the floor and without a backward glance Isaac leapt down to the next level, leaving Laguna behind with a baffled look on his face. He glanced down at his armor and gave himself an experimental noogie on the left forearm of the suit.
"What, man, do I smell or something?" he inquired down the hole. A worrisome thought presented itself and Laguna's face squinched up as he peered into the enormous crater.
"It wasn't the dancing, was it? That always bothered Ward and Kiros, too."
The lack of reply was glaringly evident and with a sigh Laguna stepped back from the damaged floor. Maybe my mic wasn't on? His face quirked and he tossed a couple of high-potions down the hole.
"Here you go!" he yelled, and looked around for some other amusement. Using his intrepid and awesome powers of observation he realized that Scarlett had left the room with her teammates. The journalist reached up to scratch the back of his head and bonked his helmet a good one with the stiff arm of the mecha suit.
"OW!" he said reflexively, before realizing that it hadn't hurt. He chuckled nervously and maneuvered around the remaining contestants on his way to the door. An office door was standing open on just the other side of the hall. A fading scream's final echoes were audible from inside the office. His curiosity aroused Laguna jogged into the office and eyed the hole blasted in the window.
Damn, these guys don't lose any time at all, do they?
Peering out the window gave Laguna a good view of a screaming mage who had obviously defenestrated himself headfirst. His first thought was to assist the man, which he did by leaping out of the window himself. His second thought was about the logistics of the body armor. Now where exactly did the buttons for the jet pack reside? Laguna had no clue and a decent amount of time to angst about the lack of a clue.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Fighting the wind resistance as his body plummeted towards certain doom, Laguna managed to look down at the controls set into his right forearm. At random he punched a button, sending a burst of machine gun fire into a nearby flock of pigeons.
"AWK!" they screamed and dive-bombed him in retaliation, letting go little pigeon bombs of great effectiveness.
"Yuck," commented Laguna as he reached to push another button. The cement below was approaching rapidly and he was starting to get really worried. A phantom voice gave him some advice...
It's possible to fly, you know, it said. All you have to do is throw yourself at the ground and miss.
"Perhaps," Laguna replied to the non-existent commentator, "But I think I'll try this button here instead." He punched the indicated button with great force and nearly broke his neck when the jet pack kicked in.
"W00t!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, experimenting with the hand controls. His past time in service to the Galbadian Army began to serve him in good stead and he came to a gentle landing in front of Scarlett and her team.
"Hey, babe!" he said cockily, positive that his quick-thinking and smooth landing had gathered him some major points with the sexy woman. "Just thought I'd drop by and give you this." He tossed a potion at her and gave her Presidential smile #42.
He was utterly unaware of the pigeon shit adorning the shoulders of his body armor.
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EDIT1: typos
Laguna Loire - Adept - Level 1
1 R-Vote to Isaac
1 SPECIAL-DOUBLE-R-VOTE to Isaac
1 R-Vote to Scarlett
Remaining:
6 A-Votes
2 R-Votes
2 SPECIAL-DOUBLE-R-VOTES
60 SP

 "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: 6/6/02 12:10:29 pm
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Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 36
(6/6/02 12:05:03 pm)
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'Boom'
Issac's mind was rather disconsolate as he plummeted from the walkway like a true rock, not paying mind to his imminent danger as he fell. However, his suit engaged an auto-repulsorlift and slowed his decent to a crawl, even though his mind was elsewhere.
What is this? Whatever Ivan's doing... I know it's not even directed at me. I'm nothing but a figurehead to him! Some hurdle for him to pass up! Has he gotten that ambitious now? I don't believe it!
He didn't even notice his fist clench so hard that it shut off its own circulation as his anger--and Psyenergy started to rise at dramatic rates. Fine! If he wants to play all-out, I'll do just that! I'll even use techniques on him I saved for Saturos, if he wants to play ''Who's strongest?" I'll give him his wake-up call!
Stopping in midair immediately, Issac used the repulsorlifts on his suit to fly back up to the walkway. Ivan was waiting for him, that inane grin still on his face. Issac mentally swore that he was going to wipe it off.
"Had enough, Issac?"
"....Ivan. I guess you might view this as funny for some reason, but playtime's over."
With those quiet words, the entire skyscraper began to tremble, then shake violently as Issac spread his arms skyward. Ivan's smile faded as he realized that he'd never seen Issac use this much Psyenergy ever. Not even with that suit as a booster, had he seen this level of anger fueling Issac's abilities.
And then, he saw Issac's eyes. The bright and lively eyes that used to encourage him and the others when they worked together, which had taken a confused and lost look when he'd attacked the Vale swordsman full-force.
They were ice-cold. The look that he'd know Issac to specially reserve for Saturos. And the Jupiter Adept realized that his actions might just have pushed the normal, caring and supportive Issac over the edge.
Scratch that. He looked pissed beyond belief.
"GRAND GAIA!"
His anger, like a feedback loop, had only built and built up until it became like an avalanche of fury, boosted to cataclysmic proportions by the suit's capabilities. The Venus Adept only knew one outlet for that rage, as he had learned throughout his life.
Psyenergy.
He sent his Psyenergy everywhere in the ground around Ivan. The walkway. The structure of the skycraper supporting it. Every molecule of solid matter under and surrounding the Jupiter Adept. He wanted to make Ivan acknowledge his power, whether by word or by physical force. And nothing was going to stop him.
Later, he realized how conceited that line of thought had been.
But conceited or not, force was force. The walkway and the sections of the two tall buildings that supported immediately stopped rumbling. Then, fragments of golden light burst randomly from fissure cracks in the integrity of both building and pathway.
And then, the whole section was literally ripped apart.
His anger fading away with that release, Issac wondered if Ivan actually was in the middle of that disaster. Either way, that show of force should have made his point.
His mental capabilties next to utterly drained, Issac directed the repulsorlift over to a small niche in the building. It was time to find a place to recuperate.
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Edited by: Kyo at: 6/6/02 5:40:34 pm
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AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 56
(6/6/02 12:22:40 pm)
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BFD Ref #... I dunno, I don't 'do' numbers.
Conker soon found himself in a dark dungeon. Glowing eyes appeared from the darkness, only to disappear in seconds. Torches lined the dark grey walls.
"Is this where we are fighting? Oh wait... Shit. Hi Gregg."
"This IS shite!" screamed out a high pitched grim reaper, who was slightly shorter than Conker. "This Rurouni Taikai is going to be the bloody death of me! It's like you die, but you don't REALLY die! How the bloody hell am I going to figure this out?
It's worst than bloody squirrels, cats, or the undead! Fallen! F-A-L-L-E-Bloody-N! It's more problematic than bloody taxes!"
"Wait, get to the point. Am I DEAD?" Conker asked.
"No. But you are fallen. You are out of the round, you can't win, no prize for you, your torch is doused, you lost the playoffs, blah blah blah, and you are the weakest link. Goodbye!"
"What! No prizes! Then why should I bother being in this crock of crap!" screamed Conker.
"Revenge mate. Sweet, sweet, revenge. Now go! Strike down those who struck you down! If you can't win the bloody prize, then make sure your enemies fail!" Gregg disappeared into nothingness.
"What the f$^@ was that!" yelled Conker, who was awakened by an explosion off in the distance.
“That, my foul-mouthed friend, was the reason that everyone wears body armour in Treliam. You see, there’s a rebel faction that has taken to actively revolting against the government of this city. The two sides are almost constantly fighting against each other, and innocent bystanders are left to fend for themselves.” He smiled. “Your primary focus, as always, is to fight against each other, but if you wish, you may assist either the government or the rebel forces.” He headed towards the door, which hissed and moved upwards as he approached it. “Myself? I think I’m going to go see who’s stupid enough to attack me on sight.” He walked out the door, then quickly leaned back in. “Oh, and don’t fight in this room. You wouldn’t believe how expensive those capsules are…” He removed himself from the doorway, and the door hissed shut just as a cry of “WHOO-HOO!!!” rang out outside.
Conker thought for only a nano-second before he darted into a capsule.
CONNECTING TO SERVER...... FAIL
RETRYING SERVER (1).......FAIL
RETRYING SERVER (2).......FAIL
RETRYING SERVER (3).......DONE
GETTING UPDATES...........
DOWNLOADING MECHA15.PQL
DOWNLOADING MECHA15JUMP.ANM
DOWNLOADING MECHA15DIE.ANM
DOWNLOADING MECHA15PUNCH.ANM
DOWNLOADING MECHA15OTHER.ANM
DONE
WELCOME TO ARM-O-MATIC V.22!
DESCRIBE A SUIT TO MEET YOUR NEEDS.
Conker: Alright, I want it to be f#$^in' huge, with a bigass chaingun on the right arm, a beam sword on the left, two huge mother f@%@'in rocket launchers on the shoulders, a sweet sound system, and a jetpack!
HAHAHAHA. I WAS KIDDING. WE ALREADY HAVE A SUIT FOR YOU. AND YOU WILL LIKE IT. JERKASS.
Conker looked on the mainscreen. It was red and yellow, shaped just like Conker. No weapons were visible, but Conker knew he could pull out items even while in the suit.
SPECIAL ABILITY - DFA-001: A TAIL GRAFT ENABLES LONGER AND FASTER FLIGHTS WITH THE HELICOPTERY THINGY MOVE. (In which conker floats in midair for a short duration by spinning his tail around. With the suit, the effect is 10x greater, allowing Conker to fly similar to Sonic the Hedghog's Tails.)
ATTACHMENT: ENERGY
Conker fit snuggly into the suit. He was just the right size, and it felt more like a second skin. Conker left the room, floating from building to building with the aid of his tail.
"Wait a minute... Cool! It DOES have a sweet sound system! Rock!"
*Alice in Chains - Grind
The bass reverberated in Conker's suit, causing onlookers to wonder.
=== Lvl 2 Adept (Fallen). 3 Attack Votes, 2 Reversal Votes, 70 Special Points (ENERGY).===
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!"
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Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 47
(6/6/02 12:24:25 pm)
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Pink?
New, metallic Ward stepped out of the armor distribution chamber. From head to toe he was covered in bulky solid metal plating that would have been extremely intimidating, had it not be entirly pink.
"Damnit..."
The entire suit was feature-less, apart from a dark visor across Ward's eyes and two extremely large spikes that protruded form each of his shoulders.
Strength Amplification - Check.
Potential Invunerabilty Shell - Check.
Sickening Pink Hue - Check.
Status: Strong as hell.
"Least the suit had some personality..."
It was then that Ward saw his teammates, already seemingly under attack. shot had caused the a large part of the cieling above them to collapse, and a massive beam shook above thier head, moments from falling atop them. Ward rushed forward, catching the beam as it fell, then surging forward, flund the beam in the direction of the shooter.
Target Injury Confirmed- "Good Fricken Job."
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Defend Cinder from Gilder
Defend Ryogo from Gilder
(Krizak, i just want to make sure I can do this. I know I can't use the same ability on the same target twice, but since defend primarily protects, and only mentions the protected as the "target," I figured this was ok. If not, let me know.)
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"Thats a big question. I'm just a simple person."  |
Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 852
(6/6/02 12:39:01 pm)
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Is anyone reading my posts?
Yeah, look up. At the title. Yeah, that's right.
See, people are doing strange things.
I declare that there's a bomb in the building. Nobody even notices.
I shoot Ward. He never acknowledges that.
Me and my NPC remove the bomb from where some weird mage had earlier jumped out, but when Laguna enters, he's gone back in time and I'm not there.
If you're writing, please follow other people's posts and try to make sure things make sense.
Then again, if you didn't read my post, there's little I can do.
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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.
~Margie, Xenogears |
Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 35
(6/6/02 12:48:23 pm)
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3-2
Vivi wandered about the city aimlessly as he observed the brutality from above. Gunfire and sirens rang out all over the place as fires burned in buildings and people fled for safety.
It was like nothing the mage had ever seen...
A green tinted screen suddenly appeared over the mage's eyes, activated through the mechanics of the plated armour he adorned. A small message appeared, centered in the bottom of his vision: "Auto-Scan mode activated."
Well... I guess that saves me the trouble of casting that spell myself... the mage pondered.
But Vivi had no longer to wonder about it when a set of boxes appeared in his view, illuminating two lifeforms in a red hue and detailing them with information.
Soldier - Level 1
Wpn. Ability low, Armor Def. low.
Low threat level... right. Perhaps if he could avoid being seen, the mage could avoid conflict. Turning to a side path along the catwalk, the mage cautiously scurried away, his black cape flowing behind his plated armour as he ran.
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"Huh? What's that? Over there!" one of the guards shouted to his cohort, spotting a strange, bobbing tan form in the distance. "Base, we have a rebel in sight. Entering pursuit," he radioed in.
"Roger that. Use all necessary force to destroy their faction," came the reply.
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"Hey! YOU! Don't move and put your hands in the air!" a voice shouted behind the running mage, causing him to slow down and stop.
"Huh...?" was the only reply Vivi could formulate.
"He's not surrendering! Attack!" the soldier shouted hastily, and opened fire upon the form in the distance. A barrage of gunfire ensued from both guards as bullets struck nearby surfaces and just air. Although one managed to strike Vivi's breastplate and glance off harmlessly, their aim left room for improvement.
Caution! Armour Defense Power at 99.5% a message flashed on the display. Counterattack suggested.
"Uh... Fire!" the mage shouted, choosing a weak spell to disable his enemies. He didn't want to kill them - even if their intentions were to do something similar to him - but Vivi couldn't just stand there and get pelted as his armour began to wear away.
Swirling energies gathered around him as the mage gathered his power. The ebony cape flowed behind him, waving like a banner in the wind as the spiritual power began to gather in front of him. Finally, with a pointed, gloved finger aimed at the two men, a small blast of flame fired forth, amplified by the innate magical properties of his armour. The basic flame spell enveloped the two soldiers, whose suits began to grow hot and send sparks all over the place as their own armour began to disintegrate. The two soldiers dropped their weapons and fled, rushing for the nearest source of water as the flames seared them. They would be in pain, but they would live.
Relieved, the mage let go of his focus and dropped his arms to his side, turning around to run right into another man, armoured in green...
"I'd say you handled that pretty well, for a little fellow like you..." the man chuckled. Another box on Vivi's display encased him, displaying the following information:
Link - Level 1
Wpn. Ability High, Armour Def. Average.
"Uh... hi, Link."
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R-Votes to Kaze, Ivan, and Link.
AP.04 RP.01/03! S[/i]
 Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics. Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~ Sponsored by Sylphid
Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change. Edited by: Sylphid at: 6/6/02 12:54:48 pm
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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 110
(6/6/02 12:56:03 pm)
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Act 3, Scene 5 - "Forever"
And... that is that.
Isaac is stronger... at least at the moment.
Maybe.. maybe when our powers weren't enhanced by these suits, we could spar again? See how thinks
Heh.
It feels so nice, lying here like this.
Painless.
It's like... all the hate and anger is gone. All the pain and suffering, too.
I think I like things like this.
I could stay here...
...forever...
...and...
...ev...
"Wake up."
And I'm pulled back into this world of harsh angles, of pain and suffering.
"You cannot die. The soil does not accept you."
And then, the black-cloaked stranger walks off again into the maze of the city, light reflecting off that golden arm.
And I rest for a while. One day, I'll return to that sea of calmness. And on that day, I'll rest. Until then, I have a job to do.
And it's one I can never quit.

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 51
(6/6/02 1:19:13 pm)
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"Sky Gate"
OOC: This will take place before any and all bomb threats, etc., etc. ... :P
Seeing as I'm far behind the schedule due to unforseen events, and completely having to wing everything right now, this fits in somewhere. ><;
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Lise shook her head and sighed. One great adventure to the next...
She walked down the row of capsules and found one, stepping within. An odd sensation ran through her a moment and she closed her eyes. When she opened them, an odd pattern played out before her. And then, she was released.
As she stepped out, she felt quite different, and loked down to see she was encased in the armor. She moved her right arm outward, flexing it a litlte and noting how easy it was to move within such covering armor. Her armor was a mid-green trimmed with lavender and indigo trimmings. Her helm was dorned with a indigo jewel dead center, and small wing-style fins rose form the sides. Her hair hung down in back, braided now and dry. She drew the lance on her back out, and tri-blades of energy sprang out, glowing with pure white light.
She heard a soft beep behind her and turned, looking at the capsule. Three lights blinked, and she pressed the middle one. The light enveloped her left arm a moment, and when it vanished, some form of healing echnology was left in her armor. She nodded more to herself than anything, and turned to look outward.
Back to the insanity...
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Lise has chosen the healing option. No votes yet, I'm trying to get focused. (I LOATHE AIM Express, but what can I do? :P)
+ A:10 | R: 2 | DR: 3 | S: 40 +
You don't know how hard it is to type with a sore index finger join. ><
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 45
(6/6/02 1:37:34 pm)
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One-girl revolution
Humming and smirking, Scarlett and the boys made their way back toward the main building in search of something to do. The internal armor was something Scarlett had been longing to give a try for quite some time, and the chance to test her chest-cannons on that fire-being was perfect. But then, her breasts were still a bit sore.
If I ever get the chance to install these in anyone, I'll make sure they have a higher personal pain threshhold than I do.
Anyway, she and Gilder had been discussing yesterday and, sooner or later, she knew that her method of healing would come up. Furthermore, she knew that if she chaled it up to not being able to conduct the alchemical procedure in water, she wouldn't be believed.
And her reputation would be compromised, but that's beside the point.
Why the fuck do I care? she found herself wondering, her attention drifting away from Gilder. It's only a kiss...and, in Gilder's case, certainly a good one...but why am I guilty, of all things?
She looked down at the potion Laguna had given her. She'd forgotten to..install..it, and a bit had leaked out onto her hand from how hard she'd been pressing the vial.
Of course it's him. He's been screwing around with my mindset ever since I saw him.
Motioning to the boys that she needed to stop for a minute, she leaned against the edge of the walkway and ripped the rest of the vial open, a bit too angrily, and downed it.
Whatever I've got for him, I've got to get rid of it...and hopefully soon...
"Hey, Scarlett?"
Gilder. "Yeah?"
"How much longer do you think we can keep helping that guy?"
Scarlett sighed, and prepared a response. Only as long as we can...
A nearby explosion prevented her from saying it.
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Scarlett Welles
4 A-votes
6 R-votes
3 D-R-Votes
47 SP
See, Billy? I read your posts!
Kya-ha-ha-ha-shameless kiss up that I am.
::wink::
Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?

Isn't the irony lovely?
Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)
...Edited by: Mithrigil at: 6/6/02 1:40:11 pm
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 25
(6/6/02 1:40:09 pm)
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Magical Gunsmoke - Kaze vs. Gilder
More Human then Human - II
Kaze ducked and rolled under a hail of fire, bringing up his firearm to strike down those who imperiled his life. From the gun’s two vertically positioned muzzles, glistening caplets of death emerged, piercing armor and devastating man and machine alike. He had thought rightly to bring the rest of the explosive ammunition, deeming it a necessary factor in the dangers that would arise. There were those who looked like duplicates, organized and effective, yet lacking a certain drive in their fight. Those that had the drive were ill-equipped, with mismatched armor and cobbled-together weaponry.
“That’s it…put the gun down nice and easy.” A voice, full of confidence, came from behind Kaze, and the black gunman could feel the barrel of a gun being pressed into the small of his back. Could it be the soldiers? Certainly their training was not sufficient to corner him! But he had no choice, whoever it was.
Lowering the gun to his side, he searched before him for any reflective surface that would let him identify his attacker. There was none, and he heard only the voice again, prompting him “Put it on the ground.” He dropped the gun, which fell to the ground with a clatter on the rock pavement. “Now, stretch your hands out and turn around, slowly. Kaze did as he was instructed, lifting his left arm parallel to the ground and then, with hesitation, his right arm as well.
“Well well well…” the voice mused. “Thought it might’ve been you, and now I know.” Kaze, still silent, turned around to see the one who held the boastful advantage. His eyes almost went wide, but controlling them, they only narrowed in the dark city.
“You….” His harsh voice seemed to spit the word out as a curse, eliciting a smile from a tall man, dressed in a red coat that covered his scarlet and silver body armor, a pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. It was the man from the previous day, the man who had shot at him underwater, when he was unable to fight back. Now, it seemed, he was rendered unable to fight as well.
“Ooh, that’s harsh…” the red-coated man smiled. “Just call me Gilder.” Kaze sought his eyes where they lay behind the half-tinted lenses of the man’s golden-wireframe spectacles. A proud man…a man afraid to face himself…a man who thought he did the right thing…but that last thing was something that Kaze knew could almost be said true of any person. Gilder continued to speak.
“I’ve been kinda passively looking for you, y’know, but you’re a hard man to find. Just appearing and disappearing here and there, like you’re not even a part of the tourney.” The black gunman stood still, saying nothing to the other man. “So…you’re the man with the golden gun, eh?” He chuckled a little under his breath, rubbing his coat with the hand that wasn’t holding the silver gun, a gun that looked somewhat similar to Kaze’s own red one. “As a gunman myself, I know the pride of having a great gun.” He motioned toward where a rather unique looking firearm lay tucked into his belt. Kaze scanned it, looking it over. What kind of power was it capable of?
“Nice, ain’t it?” Gilder smiled his charming smile and turned his gaze to the golden pod encasing Kaze’s lower-right arm. “Yours isn’t so much to look at just now, but I’ve seen what you do with it when it gets all stirred up. Those wild beasts and monsters coming out…it’s dangerous.” His voice adopted a more serious tone when he spoke again. “Last thing anyone ‘round here needs is some demon straight from hell condemning them to more pain and suffering than anyone deserves. To be blunt, it annoys me to see someone as pathetic and half-hearted as you wielding a weapon like that! It’d be much more well-off in the service of someone who had a better use for it!”
Kaze did not speak, and his golden pod did not move. He hardened his heart against Gilder’s words and glared at the other gunman with his piercing aquamarine gaze, only the right eye visible where his sunglasses had lost their lens.
“Why someone like you’d have a weapon like that is beyond me…but what’re you gonna do about it? Gonna go on like it ain’t your business, just finding something new to destroy? Tell me, mister, you like wreckin’ innocent peoples’ lives, playing like everyone’s the same? Then I wanna hear it from your own lips before I take that golden gun of yours.”
“It is not yours to take. It is mine; it is my life.” Kaze spoke again, a touch of irateness in his words. This man was a proud fool, to think that power cared who its master was. Such trivial idealism always clouded the minds of those who sought true power.
“That we shall see…that we shall see” Gilder tightened his finger on the trigger, and at that moment, the man who had been apathetic only moments ago sprung to life. Moving his foot under where the red gun lay, Kaze sent the firearm spiraling with a twist of his ankle, his hand meeting the grip in midair. Gilder dove behind a wooden box adjacent to a building, dodging four gunshots that left four hungry wounds in the street’s pavement.
“Shit!” Gilder dove away as the box he sought temporary refuge behind exploded in flames. Explosive ammo…so this guy’s not just a one-shot golden-gun wonder, eh? He ducked and returned fire, two shots glancing off Kaze’s black body armor, the force sending the black gunman reeling backward. Touching the other side of his leg armor, he withdrew another silver handgun. Kaze stopped his backward slide and yanked a clip from his gun, slamming a fresh one into its place in the handle. With a loud yell, Gilder ran and jumped an astonishing height, legs propelled by the muscular enhancement of the bio-suit. His confident grin again on his face, he opened fire on his target, muzzles spraying lead fire, descending like a hawk. Only too late did he realize that his enemy had him right where he wanted him. Dammit…I’ll be paying for this one! Gilder moaned as he continued to cover his descent with a stream of bullets. Kaze, straight-faced as always, took careful aim, then fired, a simultaneous shot from each of his handgun’s barrels.
Gilder never felt those shots.
In the road behind Gilder, a menacing-looking robot exploded, its spinal appendages doubling over and crackling with the noise of electricity. “What was that, sympathy!?” Gilder hated being patronized almost as much as losing, and he wasn’t about to return a favor to a jackass like that. In one motion, he landed in a slide, slamming his revolvers back in to their holsters in his leg armor. Drawing the odd gun from his waist, he shoved in what looked to be a cartridge of solid colored rock. Time to ride the lightning. Pulling the trigger, he saw a blue thunderbolt leap from the barrel, striking the man’s black armor.
Kaze tightened his muscles, trying to wrest their control from the convulsions of the electric impulse, trying to concentrate on the one shot he’d need to fell this man, Gilder. His vision blurred, he pulled the trigger. And something exploded. He realized only too late the smoke rising from the casing of his own red gun, and with a wave of his golden pod to draw off the lightning, he ducked into an alley, Gilder following him close behind.
When Gilder arrived at the dead end, there was no sign of the man in black, only a pile of spent shells littering the derelict backstreet. He looked himself over, then his breath grew short. His leg-holsters had not folded in…because they couldn’t. Stuck in each of the main joints was a silver bullet.
Bastard…that’s not the last he’ll see of me; I guarantee it. Gilder clenched his fist, plucking the bullets that had jammed the holsters of his revolvers. His face then slowly assumed a wry smile once again as he pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose.
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1 A-Vote to Gilder
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Soil! My strength!
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Curley WEAPON
RTT: Cinder
Posts: 31
(6/6/02 2:00:31 pm)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
Hey Bugey? I got some bad news for you. You've been writing about a character that reminds Billy of Cresens, right? But didn't you take Billy from just after the fight with Stein(according to your intro)? That's before Billy ever met Emeralda, or saw her custom gear Cresens. Sorry to bring this up, but you might wanna start an explanation for this little plot hole.
Also, Don't worry to much if your post are ignored. I've had to skim through a lot of posts these past two rounds to keep up, and others probably have to do the same. As for Ward's post, it's point in time took place BEFORE your post's point in time.
Well, I have to head out to work. I got a surprise call saying that only one other person was working there, and that I have to haul ass there. Be back around 8:00 p.m. Central time. But before I go...
1 A-vote to Gilder(Slipstream)!(All's fair right? At least I didn't Counter you.)
1 Double R-vote to Laguna(Shizuyoko)!(Since you friends with Ward)
Edited by: Curley WEAPON at: 6/6/02 2:02:49 pm
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Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 47
(6/6/02 2:28:16 pm)
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I'm such an idiot
"Ah, now this is more like it," Ryogo grinned as he stepped out of the capsule and displayed his new armor. Although far from being a wanzer, his new suit reminded him very much of one. Like his wanzer back home the body armor was painted a bright orange with black accents. In his right hand he carried a massive double-barreled gatling gun, similar to the Arc Barrel 4 he used on his wanzer, only this one was twice as imposing with its doubled firepower. On the armor's left arm there was attached a large oblong shield, not particularly fancy, but it certainly looked durable. Completing the armor was a large backpack, a black cylindrical object that worked to boost his armor's power. "Let's see these guys try and do their worst," he grinned as he and his teammates walked for the door.
Ryogo has chosen the energy attachment
Unfortunately it had only been a matter of minutes before they'd come up against a team that was all too willing to do their worst. As Ryogo's senses returned after the trio's attack he was assaulted by a deafening shriek. Although it quickly passed it left a strong mark. The high-pitched sonic vibrations had messed up something in his armor's backpack. He didn't know enough about the alien technology to know exactly what had happened, but his backpack's output had dropped by twenty-five percent.
"Geez," he moaned, "You try to do something nice and simple like zoom in on a hot girl's butt with your ZoomI ability and what happens? Well I'll tell you what, lady, you and your little toys just mad a big mistake." Quickly leaping back to his feet Ryogo aimed his gun at the retreating figure of the woman in red. "Hope you like this one, babe." With remarkable speed Ryogo spun his gatling gun and opened fire with both barrels, smiling in satisfaction as his shots hit their mark. "I call that one ROFUP I."
Curley, I'm staying out of the battle too (at least officially). We don't need to risk the damage. Besides, Ryogo's already at level two, which means he can do this:
1 A-Vote against Scarlett
Head Shot against Scarlett
Remaining:
5 A-Votes
6 R-Votes
56 SP
Edit: The controversial line has been deleted. I apologize deeply, Mith, and assure you that what I said was merely meant in jest. I'm sorry it was so easily misunderstandable. What can I say? I'm an idiot.
Edited by: Switchblade at: 6/6/02 4:39:03 pm
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Tyrus Alfudore
Customer
Posts: 42
(6/6/02 2:29:03 pm)
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A new purpose. Chapter 1: Recruitment
OOC: Bugey! Great job on your last post man. I couldn't have done Kuja much better myself in that situation. I give you full permission to use Kuja in your posts that is when I let you know you can. You do a great job with him. Better then anyone else that has used him in their posts.
After his little visit to Billy and his girlfriend Kuja floated along viewing the different sites of the city. People looking around in fear. Government and Rebel fighters having little fights, preparing for the big battle that is on the way.. ( I think it's time I had a little fun...) Kuja looked at the gun that had come with his " power armor" . He stroked looking at the mechanics of it. ( very crude, but effective for mortals who have no magic. The rebels remind me to much of Zidane and his brats. I think I'll pay a visit to the Government building.) Kuja then flew towards The tallest building, once he reached it landed on the ground and faced two guards that were guarding the entrance. He walked towards them and they quickly got on his case. " Who are you this is private property only government official allowed here go away now" one of the snapped and held his gun up menacenly. " I wish to join the government army." Kuja explained and smiled at the shocked looks on their faces. " You..... want to be in the army of the government. Fight rebels that have killed some of our best men in a bloody war. Most likely die yourself?" the guard said menacenly. Kuja smiled at their ignorance. ( They truly have no idea who they're talking to.) " I know you'll need all the help you can get in the final battle. Let me when this war for you." Kuja said cooly. Then the guards started to luagh. " Win the war? Not even our best men could do that! Who the hell do you think you are. No go away and stop waisting our time!" the guard yelled at once again pointed his gun at Kuja. Kuja sighed and began to walk into the building he then put a hand and each guard and gave them a little shock to knock them out. He then proceeded into the building.
Alarms sounded as soon as Kuja walked in and he soon found himself in fron of a whole squadron of guards all pointing their guns at him. " All I want to do is join your army. I think I proved myself worthy by getting past those two at the door." Kuja explained cooly and rose his hands in the air. " Take his gun! You two check on the guards outside!' What looked like the commander yelled. Two guards came up to Kuja and took the gun from his armor, while two others went outside towards the guards.
They then motioned him to come forward and started to lead him through the building. They had blindfolded him of course. Kuja was trying his best not to laugh at this hilarious situation. Finally he stopped, and the blindfold was removed and he found himself standing in front of a very built man. " I am commander Jax Antilles. You think you have what it takes to join the army?" Jax demanded. Kuja looked at him emotionless and unblinking " yes". Jax motioned to the left and Kuja saw targets that were man shaped. " Let's see how you do with a gun. I warn you any funny business and you'll be shot before you can say REBEL." Then Jax handed him his gun from the armor. Kuja had never needed weapons although Garland had trained him on the art of many weapons. Including a Terra JK40 silver blaster. A magnificant gun that had been part of the downfall of the previous population before Garland and Kuja's time. The build and weight were very similar between the two, but this one was much more bulky and unaccurate. It would do. Kuja lifted up the gun and blew of the head of one target with one shot and continued suite for the rest of them. Jax stared at the carnage and almost smiled. " Not bad you diffently got talent despite you hairdo." Jax snarled. " I suppose we could find a place for you." Jax said thoughfully. " You seem a little unpredictable though I think we'll put you in my squadron so I can keep in eye on you myself. Do well and I might consider not killing you for making a foul out of the guards in the entrance." Jax then motioned to one of the other soldiers and this young man started to lead Kuja what looked like a hall of training rooms. ( This is going to be fun.)
Sponsored by Kuja
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 25
(6/6/02 2:39:22 pm)
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Re: A new purpose. Chapter 1: Recruitment
OOC: Switchblade, I'm not going to whine, but it's a freaking game. Mith chose her character, she's going to play it right like any writer worth a crap would. I wouldn't post this to you at all except that you've seriously upset her, so please, lighten the hell up.
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