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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 87
(6/9/02 7:24:14 pm)

"Twilight."
She lifted herself, her left arm throbbing slightly from the effort. Golden silk hung around her face, marred by blood and dirt from the previous day. And above all, one thing remained in her mind above all else. She had failed.

What mocking fate leaves me to stand somehow after yesterday's pitiful excuses?

She spit out dirt and rose to a kneeling stance, looking around with bitter eyes at the decimated area. She rose further, standing on shaky legs that rebelled from the effort of standing.

Damn it Lise, you will walk! You'll continue, if only to see this through. You didn't walk the pits of hell for nothing, now, did you? I didn't think so. Stripped of weapons, eh? Fine then, I've never yet given up. Defeated perhaps. Lost all chances, maybe. But I can't quite give in.

Because I'm not done.


She staggered a bit as she reaquiainted herself with movement, and then noted her bracer was distinctly different. Indeed, its over. I wonder how much I caused on my own team...

She walked forward, barely noticing the cry in the distance as the winds whipped up some dust. It almost in some way made her think of what may have become of Rolante. She blinked back tears at the thought, and shoved them away.
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^^ More later. Don't bother Lise. :P Not right now.

Kyo
RTT: Issac
Posts: 51
(6/9/02 7:34:33 pm)

Re: Act 5, Scene 3 - "Who?"
"Isaac, are you okay?"

Isaac looked in bewilderment at the green-cloaked boy who had grapsed him by the shoulders. "Isaac? Who-what are you talking about!?"

"What? What's wrong with you, Isaac? It's me, Ivan!"

Issac backed away from the other kid, suddenly nervous. "I-I don't know you... Get away from me!"

Ivan, suprised, made a tackle for the older boy, but he sidestepped and elbowed down on the caped kids' head as he was moving by him. Ivan slumped to the floor, temporarily stunned, and the boy who he called 'Issac' made a rush for the door.

He'd barely got halfway down the hallway when he felt something explode at the back of his skull, and everything settled into darkness.

Ivan walked up to his former partner calmly, and retreived his brick. "I don't know what's happened to you, Isaac...but I'm going to find out."

Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 111
(6/9/02 7:59:55 pm)

Laguna Loire: 5-2
Laguna Loire: 5-2

Laguna continued down the street, eyeing the devastation with something akin to disbelief. He did believe it – he couldn’t deny his eyes – but he didn’t want to believe it. This was worse than anything he had ever seen before.

And I still don’t know what did it.

A large plate glass window in what appeared to be a clothing shop had shattered. There were large shards of glass scattered everywhere. Laguna kicked one with his boot and watched as it skittered across the debris-covered sidewalk. It gave him an idea. Kneeling down he searched through the glass until he found a piece that was relatively elongated. He reached through the remains of the window and grabbed the first piece of clothing he saw. With a lot of cursing he managed to tie the shard of glass onto the end of the wooden club. Lacking any kind of tools he had to use his teeth to help rip the cloth into strips. By the end of the process his hands were cut and bleeding, so he used another piece of clothing to bind them up as best he could.

He started to walk away and then turned back. Who knew if he’d have to make more weapons or bind more wounds? He returned to the shop and actually stepped inside, looking for items. He found a backpack and stuffed it full of t-shirts printed with the words “I (heart) Zanerth.” It wasn’t a very satisfactory solution but it was all he could come up with at the moment. Laguna stepped out of the busted window again and continued his journey down the street, humming to himself.

”Ohhhh – I wish I were a kick-ass SeeD
That is what I’d really like to be
For if I were a kick-ass SeeD
Nobody would ever mess with me!”


The street he was on ended on a huge square surrounded by various shops, all destroyed. Laguna paused to survey the situation.

That’s an awful big empty space to cross. I’d better stick to the buildings, for cover.

Suiting action to thought he took a sharp right and began edging around the open area. His senses were alert and he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something nearby. He saw a flash of movement ahead, so slight that he thought it his imagination. Still, just in case he began traveling even more slowly. He slung the backpack on both shoulders and pulled his make-shift spear into a more aggressive position.

Either there are people still alive here, or I’m about to meet a bad guy.

He paused and waited patiently. Eventually he was rewarded with the flash of movement again. It seemed flesh-colored. Laguna crept towards the area he had seen the movement. He was pretty sure it was human.

I can either yell “Who goes there?” or I can jump out and surprise them.

That was a no-brainer. With a loud “HOO-AH” Laguna leapt across a destroyed street lamp, dodged a derelict delivery truck, skipped around a couple of desiccated corpses and then popped over an overturned hotdog cart.

He was about to say, “Who goes there?” when he realized he knew the person. It was Scarlett. And she was topless.

There was one breathless moment where Laguna’s eyes rested on the exposed flesh and then he blushed and turned his eyes away.

With a stuttered, “Hello again,” he held out an “I (heart) Zanerth” t-shirt to her.

~~~

EDIT1: Despite being the daughter of an English teacher, I still suffer from grammar issues.
EDIT2: Typos, feh.

Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2

Remaining:
8 A-Votes



"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: 6/9/02 8:22:07 pm
Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 136
(6/9/02 8:06:32 pm)

Act 5, Scene 4 - "Tail"
Ivan hefted the unconcious Isaac over his shoulder and walked out to where Garai stood waiting, holding a vicious looking chain and an axe.

"I found Isaac. He.. seems to have lost his memory."

"What us is he then? Except as bait?" Garai motioned to the sleeping dragon. Ivan shook his head. "I said before, didn't I? Until we get out of this, we work together. Now.. we have to find a way past this dragon.. "

Garai turned his back, folding his arms. "I.. used to know many military tactics that could ensure victory now. But, like everyone else, it seems, my powers are gone."

Gone.. all gone.. I can't feel them...

Ivan shook his head slightly. It was no use him worrying about that, or any of this, now. He would have plenty of time for that later. First...

He inspected the dragon. The safest way out appeared to be the tail - it had the lowest proportion of dragon to available space. Turning, he tapped Garai on the shoulder. "Uh... could you grab that plank from over there?"

Walking over, he nosed around the tail for a bit, then waved Garai over. The warrior looked non-plussed. "And just what do you expect me to do with this?"

"Lay it against the dragon's tail." Ivan said, pointing.

"You HAVE to be kidding." Garai stuck the post in the ground and leant on it, scratching at his jaw slightly.

"Look, do you want out of here or not? This is our only way out." Ivan grabbed the plank and tried to lug it over to the tail. Garai stood back. "Fine. Get yourself eaten."

"I'm not going to get myself eaten. I know what I'm doing." He placed the plank against the tail and began to clamber up. At the top, he turned and waved at Garai. "See? It's perfectly sa-" And the dragon ate him.

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Hehehe. I'm out for the night. I'll be back well before the end of the round. If someone could kill the dragon, that'd be great :) Don't go getting me out though! I is well and truly et *snicker*


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 69
(6/9/02 8:28:42 pm)

*points up* - this man lives up to his name
The quiet, swishing noise of robes being dragged across the ground drew Gilder's attention as he crossed an open plaza, and he tried to ignore the piled bodies of the dead which were littered around. The dragons had apparently been using this place as a dumping ground for their prey, allowing the bodies to fester and rot in one place instead of stinking up the entire city. It was macabre, grotesque even, but such actions reinforced the intelligence of these dragons in his mind.

He shook his head in sympathy at the sound of the robes - the mages among the contestant must be dealing with a lot of problems. No magic, not much physical strength and being unused to close combat had to be a major bind for them. Like a child trying to fight off an adult or a group of attackers, not having gained the strength or learned the skills yet that would help that person to survive against their attacks.

I know how you feel, pal. Life's tough when you only have yourself to rely on.

Being able to sympathise with the mages in this round, plus the fact that as a Blue Rogue he'd given a lot of his later life to helping people in need, he crossed the plaza and walked through a back alley towards the sound of the dragging robes.

The figure before him, when Gilder eventually emerged from the maze of blocked alleys and sideroads, took one look at the red-coated figure bearing a spear aloft - he'd had to hold it upwards to squeeze through some places - and started to nervously pace backwards. "I.... I w-won't bother y-you, j-just please d-don't hurt me!" the red-robed mage cried, clutching at a short piece of wood that seemed to serve as a staff, then toppled backwards as his oversized shoes encounted a break in the road.

Gilder began to laugh at the almost comical scene before him, but seeing the mage's eyes quickly stopped him as they looked his way. He couldn't really tell what the young mage was feeling with his yellow disc-shaped eyes, but being laughed at by a man who'd just jumped out at you with a spear probably wasn't the best thing to come across.

"Sorry about that, kid," Gilder chuckled as he walked over to the pointy-hatted mage and held a hand out to him. "Didn't mean to scare you like that, let me help you up as way of apology."

The mage looked at him for a moment, expression unreadable in those luminescant eyes, then his gloved hand reached out and caught on to Gilder's. The mage didn't weigh much at all - he couldn't have been any larger than a child, although the heavy robes he wore and the overgrown hat didn't show it. "Th-thanks," the mage stammered as he regained his feet.

"Hey, don't mention it, we're in this together," Gilder replied. "By the looks of things, you didn't get much of a choice in being here either. I'm Gilder, by the way."

"V-Vivi, nice to meet you. A-actually..." he said, clutching at his makeshift staff.

"Hmmm?"

Vivi looked around, seemingly unsure of what to say. "I w-was told that my p-powers were needed, to b-be used to for g-good of others. I d-didn't g-get a chance to agree with it, but t-that's what I'm here f-for. But in a p-place like this..."

"Yeah, Vivi, I know," Gilder murmured, looking out over the horizon for any close dangers. "Doesn't seem to make any sense, why we'd be brought to a place like this where we can barely fight. If that's the point of the tournament, anyway..."

"I - I've b-been through this k-kind of thing before," Vivi said, looking up at him again. "I don't know w-what the problem is t-this time, but I t-think we've all got something important to d-do. I wish Sylf w-was here..."

Gilder frowned. "Uh, who's Sylf?"

Vivi fingered an amulet hanging around his neck, decorated with a blue stone. "He's a friend of m-mine, he was h-helping me out earlier on. B-but I don't th-think he can get here now..."

The gunman sighed, then placed a hand on the mage's shoulder to reassure him. He didn't know how powerful Vivi usually was, but he was still just a child and seemingly lost in this kind of place. "Well," Gilder replied, "I'm sure he'll be able to find you again, maybe another round. For the moment I'll help you - I want to know why we've been brought here, too, and you just might be able to solve that puzzle for us all."


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

Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/9/02 8:52:35 pm
Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 76
(6/9/02 8:53:52 pm)

What's YOUR motivation?
An incredible wave of relief washed over Scarlett as she turned around, scythe in hands, and realized who she was facing.

Laguna.

For a moment, she forgot she was almost completely naked and locked eyes with him, breathing harshly but happily at the sight. The only other recognizable being--hell, the only other being at all--that she'd come across had been that awful squirrel from the earlier rounds. She'd dispatched of him quickly, of course, but...this was someone she didn't want to get rid of.

What the fuck is WRONG with me? I mean he's helped me, and he's adorable...but...

Laguna blushed furiously as he realized what she had all but forgotten. "Umm..." he stammered, fumbling in the backpack he was carrying, "h.h.h.hello again..." He suddenly thrust a white bit of cloth in her direction and looked away, redder than her dress ordinarily was.

Scarlett's first reaction was to reach for the clothing, but she held back, her hand halfway there and poised. A thought she'd tried to repress pushed itself to the front of her mind.

You were right, you know...about being the only human here...but he comes close, doesn't he?

She attempted to reach again for his offering, but pulled back even further this time. Images were parading though her mind, strobing and blaring subtly in the quite of the square. The way his wet hair tickled her ears. How his blood didn't smell quite like hers. The slighltly wistful hunger in his lips. Armored hands and a paralyzed back. His incredible reaction to her throwing him the pills. How she felt when he nearly spoke out of his unconsciousness. How peaceful his features were as she floated away. The arch of his back as he danced.

She didn't hold back, this time, from reaching. But it wasn't for the clothing he was offering her.

Her hand clasped around his wrist, and pulled him in, perssing his body into hers. His eyes met hers for an instant.

Then she closed hers and kissed him hard.


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Scarlett Welles
As human as they come

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: 6/9/02 8:56:54 pm
Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 918
(6/9/02 9:23:30 pm)

Sorry, Mithrigil
Quote:
Krizak: Sorry, Bugenhagen, but she asked you several times...


She did? Sorry, Mithrigil. I never saw that. In fact, I still don't see that. But if you don't want it there, it's gone. Oh, well, as long as it's out of there, no harm done. I hope.

I'll have to go back and change that post later... it cuts off sort of abruptly...

--

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: 6/9/02 9:26:42 pm
Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 112
(6/9/02 9:25:08 pm)

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

Laguna proffered the bit of white cloth, careful to keep his eyes averted from Scarlett’s nakedness. The hand holding the t-shirt trembled ever so slightly as he thought about what he had just seen. The red dress had always left little to the imagination, but in the end the reality was so much more. He dropped the makeshift spear raised his other hand to wipe his forehead as a welter of images overcame his mind.

…Scarlett tossing him the alchemy when they first met. Her smile as she kissed him underwater, providing healing. The way she could tantalize and tease - become fierce and warm and then cool again. Her bleeding body in his arms as he desperately tried to heal her, and then just as desperately kissed her. The crimson bikini. Oh yes, the crimson bikini!

The feel of Scarlett’s hand on his wrist interrupted his reverie. He made a surprised noise as she pulled him towards her. The white t-shirt fell to the ground unnoticed and he reacted instinctively to the closeness of her body, his arms going around her and holding her firmly against him. Blue eyes met blue and then they were kissing. He looked down at her as their lips met, and then his eyes closed as well.

“Scarlett,” he murmured against her lips. One hand came up to stroke her hair gently as the other continued to hold her tightly. How long had it been since he’d held a woman like this? Too long, his mind whispered as their kiss deepened. There had been no one since Raine. No time, no opportunity, and no inclination. His mind and body had been dead to the possibility until Scarlett had shown up.

Scarlett…

He cupped her face with both hands as he gently broke the kiss. His blue eyes were calm as he gazed down at her. One thumb traced her cheekbone as a lock of his hair tickled the other.

“…Scarlett?” he breathed, the word both a question and an affirmation. His hopes and emotions were clear as he looked at her…

Awaiting her answer.

~~~

Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2

Remaining:
8 A-Votes



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

Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 90
(6/9/02 9:26:17 pm)

Re: Act 5, Scene 4 - "Tail"
*The dragon rears its head and roars, evidently happy with its nice, tender snack.*

Garai: I guess this is what I get for listening to someone a quarter my age and an eighth my size...

*The dragon turns its head to Garai and eyes him...then it strikes with all the speed of a cobra, its head shooting at Garai with astonishing speed. Fortunately, Garai is still fast for his size...he lunges out of the way, managing to evade the dragon's attack. But it's close...as he lunges out of the way, Garai can feel the wind from the dragon's jaws snapping closed. The dragon trains both of its beady red eyes on Garai once again. It roars its displeasure...evidently it doesn't like prey that can move quickly. It rears its head back and takes a deep breath...Garai leaps aside again, barely avoiding the dragon's fiery breath attack.*

Garai: Argh! I can't run away...I have to attack! But how can I win...?

*Garai's mind leaps into action. He takes an inventory of what he has...a chain and an old axe. Even though he no longer posesses his vast knowledge of fighting styles, past battle tactics, and dirty tricks, he is still able to formulate a plan. Garai climbs a pile of rubble that is close to the dragon...*

Garai: Dragon! Are you going to play around all day, or are you going to actually try to eat me!

*The dragon responds by roaring in fury...and then once againit lunges at Garai. But this time, the one-time swordsman is ready...he leaps at the dragon. The dragon is clearly taken by surprise at this...it starts to draw back. But it's too late...Garai is already on the beast. He throws one end of the chain, knowing he has only one chance. He slams into the side of the beast's neck, hard...it's almost enough to stun him. The other end of the chain, meanwhile, flies over the dragon's neck...and continues it's arc, the end coming around and slamming into Garai's leg. Garai grunts in pain, and grabs desperately for the chain...he manages, through luck, to snag it. Quickly, he draws the chain as tight as he can, using all of his strength...and then hooks the ends, making a choker for the dragon. The dragon screams in pain and anger...it raises up onto its hind legs, sending Garai flying. Garai slams into a wall, hard. For him, everything after that is shrouded in a thick gray mist. But he can still see enough to know what's going on...he sees the dragon in a frenzy, twisting and contorting in desperation, flying in crazy patterns low to the ground, smashing buildings with reckless abandon, it's front claws scratching at its throat again and again...but they can't seem to get under the chain. The dragon continues screaming...it breathes fire frantically in all directions, only missing Garai through sheer luck. Finally, the dragon falls, its breathing weak and labored...and finally, it stops breathing at all. The much battered Garai notices this even through his semi-unconcious state, and is happy that he was able to defeat such a powerful creature...then he passes out.*

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

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

Slipstream
RTT: Gilder
Posts: 70
(6/9/02 9:30:00 pm)

Behold! The castle Aaaargh!
"Vivi, look out!" Gilder cried, rushing forward with his spear as the dragon snapped at his newest ally. They'd been trying to avoid the dragons as much as possible, neither of them being capable killing or even badly injuring one with the weapons and abilites they had at the moment. This dragon, however, has a long serpentine tail that circled the block and prevented their escape.

As he swung the spear in a highly erratic arc above the mage's head - he didn't know how to use such a weapon in the first place, so loss of knowledge wasn't much of an impediment - the tip caught the dragon across its nose and a jet of blood spurted out from the damaged nerves. It was all he could hope to do unless he could strike for the eyes, since he wouldn't get a second shot at the underbelly like before, but this time it might not have been enough.

"N.... n-no!" Vivi stammered, suddenly looking upwards as the dragon bellowed in pain, then back down at the red mage with hunger in its eyes. It leaned forwards, sniffing at the mage's peculiar odour, then its head shot backwards as a weak burst of wind magic hit it solidly in the face. Taking advantage of the distraction as it blundered about, Gilder and Vivi ran through a gap in the serpentine coils of the dragon's tail and continued to run towards their original destination.

"How... how'd you do that?" Gilder asked once they were a safe distance away, as both of them got their breath back. "I though all magic was useless here!"

"S-so did I," Vivi replied nervously, looking down at hs gloved hands. "B-but black mages are made of m-magic back home - I g-guess that to take my magic away from me c-completely would k-kill me, and the dragonman c-couldn't do that."

Gilder straightened up, looking towards the castle on the horizon which they were originally heading for and was within a few hundred metres now. "Well, pal, whatever the reason it's good to know you're not completely helpless. Do you still think we'll find any help over there?" he asked, pointing towards the castle.

"I d-don't know, "Vivi replied. "But it's b-better than staying out here with all these d-dragons, and if there is we might f-find some help for both our t-teams."

That was a sobering thought - Vivi was on a different team to him, and there was the possibility that someday they would have to fight. But that day could wait. "Only one way to find out, I guess," Gilder murmured as the two slowly walked towards the castle's open drawbridge under the many eyes of its occupants.

"HOY!" Gilder shouted, once he'd reached the entrance and started banging on the massive door with his fist. "We're here to help, what can you tell us about this place?"

---

If you object to Vivi having even the slightest magic, Krizak, I will of course edit my post. It's just that the poor little guy has to have something, we won't do much damage with his improvised staff. :)


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

Edited by: Slipstream at: 6/9/02 9:32:04 pm
Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 77
(6/9/02 9:49:23 pm)

Re: Laguna Loire: 5-3

...Whatever feeling I've got for you...

The kiss had left her mentally breathless. The sheer power and tenderness he'd returned it with were overhwhemling, and the pressure of his fingertips into her bare back, the wisps of his hair on her face, the comforting roughness of his thumb on her cheek...mentally breathless, physically helpless to her mind...

...Whatever...I've got...for you...

She could feel him whispering her name more than actually hear it. His breath was like coffee on her lips...coffee and a bit of his blood...she had a name for how it smelled, now, "spiced honey"... "...Scarlett?"

...whatever feeling...

She knew what he was asking, knew from the kiss. All the ideas she'd gotten from that first incredible, healing kiss were true...he had held other women, just as she'd held other men. He had people on his own world that she'd never come close to having on hers.

Did it matter?

...I've got...

No.

She laughed, but this time it was light and airy, almost girlish, but still full of innuendo and passion. Her breath warmed over his lips, and the question in his eyes deepened.

..is going to get acted on.

She calmly unzipped his jacket.


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Scarlett Welles
Oh, the humanity!

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)

...

Cirrus Velious
RTT - Link
Posts: 58
(6/9/02 9:53:29 pm)

The Dark Age
Link looked around the darkened husk of a city. Better than the last place...no clones trying to convince me I'm evil here...

Link heard a roar in the distance. okay...that was big...and not friendly sounding...whee...how fun...oh well...when I come to it I'll....I'll....

Link stopped dead in his tracks. I'll what?

"Oh Din...this is bad...Navi....NAVI!!!"

Link's fairy ran up behind him....
"I...I can't fly..."

Link outstretched his hand and let her up and placed her on his shoulder. "I cant remember anything...fighting techniques...its all gone...and my weapons are all missing...and there's something mean sounding in the distance..this is very very bad..."

"I need some kind of weapon...something to use to defend myself...."

Navi looked around, "There, Link....a stringed instrument apparantly..looks something like a guitar..."

Link looked down, there was a broken Electric Guitar laying on the ground, the wood splintered on one side so as to make it almost into an axe.

"That'll work..." he said as he picked it up.

Was that doppleganger right? Am I as bad as him?

"Hey, Link...Look up" Navi yelled at him, interrupting his train of thought. Link took a look up and saw a castle directly in front of him. "Wow...I suppose we head in..."

Link tried to push his clone's words from his mind, but it didn't work. He always came back to it. Why was I able to kill him? He's just like me...he may've been trying to kill me back...but....I killed him out of rage...not self-defense....

Link pushed the thoughts out of his mind for a moment, and stepped inside the castle.

And where's Aeris anyway? I hope we find her before something happens....I hope she's able to remember everything....I don't know what she'll do on her own here...without any knowledge....

And so Link walked in, continuing to search for Aeris..

*******

Okay, yes, that was bad, but I'm in a bit of a rush and I wanted to get SOMETHING out, so if anyone wants to use Link, you can...I'll be back in around a half hour....

Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 51
(6/9/02 9:54:58 pm)

Survivor - Barbecue style
You know those movies and games that show sewers as well-lit, spacious passages wide enough for a small army to march abreast? They're all a lie.

The already-small passageway, just large enough for him to walk through stooped over, had narrowed into a pipe he had to crawl through on his hands and knees. The now rather dirty mage was beginning to think it would have been a better idea to stay out there with the dragon.

He squeezed around a bend and spotted dim, flickering light up ahead. He increased his pace, and squeezed through into...

A fairly spacious chamber and a gun pointed at his head.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my living room."

The speaker was a fairly dirty man, dressed in ragged gray camouflage fatigues. A woman and two children huddled behind him, the woman protecting the children with her body.

The mage raised his arms slowly. "I... I'm unarmed. You have nothing to worry about from me." That would've been a lie at any other time...

The gun lowered slightly, but remained aimed at him. "I'll be the judge of that. What are you doing here?"

"The... dragon didn't give me much choice."

"Dragon?" The gun pointed at his head again. "Did you lead those damn worms here?"

"No, no! The thing was too big, it couldn't fit through the tunnel!"

The man moved to the hole the mage had entered through, looking into it carefully. "Them damn worms are smart. I don't think we're in danger here, though." He turned back, the gun dropping to his side. "What's your name, son?"

"I-" The mage looked around. Blue... Rouge... Bluge? No way. He spotted the man's wife. A purple stone hung on a simple silver chain around her neck. "Amethyst."

"Amethyst? Like the rock? Huh. Weird name. Anyway, you hungry or anything?" He gestured at a well-stocked larder of canned goods and other survival fare.

"No, thanks. Um... There is one thing, though."

"Whu?"

"You wouldn't happen to have a spare weapon, would you?"

The man walked over to a large wooden cupboard and opened it, revealing a nice array of various weapons. Handguns, rifles, submachine guns, explosives... "What kinda guy are you, then? Full-auto, single-shot, burst..." His face soured for a moment, like he'd bitten into a lemon, "Sniper?"

Amethyst shrugged. "I'd like something... easy to use, if you don't mind. This is kinda... the first time I've handled a gun."

"Whaat? With those damn worms crawlin' about, you've never handled a gun? What'd ya do, take 'em on with a sword?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Eh, whatever. Guess we all got secrets. Here." He tossed Amethyst a small gun with a grip forward of the trigger guard for two-handed fire. "That there's an M93R, a good gun for novice and expert alike. 20-round clip, fire selector... there can switch between three-shot burst and single fire. Here, you'll need ammo."

He passed the young mage three boxes of ammo. He pointed to the yellow box. "Parabellum rounds. Full metal jacket, should take out most of the soft-skinned targets you might run into." The red box, "Those are Hydra-Shok rounds. Hollowpoints, they can seriously hurt someone. Might even take out a worm if you hit 'em right." He pointed at the final box, a simple brown cardboard with a white label. "Those... Those are government-issue Spartan rounds. They're fragmentation rounds, so they'll do incredible damage to soft targets, and even punch through a dragon's skin, if you hit 'em right. 60 rounds in each box, but you might not be able to get more. Save your ammo."

Amethyst smiled. "Thank you, sir."

The man laughed. "Sir? I'm not in the military, son. Just a private survivalist. You can use that door to get to the surface, but be careful, check for worms before going out."

The young mage nodded. "Right. And thanks again. If I had some way to repay you..."

"Go on, get outta here! I'm just glad to see my gun collection getting some use."

"Right. Good luck to all of you. I hope your situation improves."

Amethyst turned and headed out the door, thinking to himself. Even in the worst of times, human kindness surfaces...

---
Amethyst now has a name. :p (Finally, I was getting tired of using pronouns for him.)
Amethyst is equipped with M93R.
A tip of the hat to whoever can identify the game I got that gun from. I know it's a real gun, as well. The ammo and one of the survivalist's quotes are from the same game.

Edited by: Dareon at: 6/9/02 10:03:52 pm
Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 919
(6/9/02 9:57:20 pm)

Dragon Rodeo
Billy tilted his head to the side. The same song... The beautiful yet haunting melody drifted across the wasteland, being carried by the wind. The singer was the same one as before. Billy shook his head. You know, it couldn't be her, it can't possibly be her. In fact, that's probably not even her voice.

I'm going insane. This is all in my head. That's the only explanation.

Bits and pieces could be heard this time. Billy concentrated, and he was able to make out a little bit. He couldn't catch any lyrics, but it was apparantly English.

I'm not hearing it... I'm not hearing it...

Billy stumbled along the path. His hands were over his ears, and his eyes were looking down at the ground.

So he didn't notice the great dragon standing in front of him until he ran into it.

Billy walked nearer. The dragon was amused at this little human, seconds from life, who would probably never know how he died. It watched the man walk closer and closer, until it bumped into its right leg.

Billy looked up.

The ice-blue dragon was the same as before. Billy recognized it, and it recognised Billy. It stared at Billy in its dull, intelligent eyes. Then it snapped its arm back, and delivered a blow to Billy which would take a human's head off.

Billy went flying into a rock face. The rock shattered. Billy stood up, winded, but not hurt.

Of course! How many times will I forget? I'm Fallen!

Billy stared at the machine gun in his arms. He had no idea how to use it. He knew that he had to pull the trigger, and he knew that the bullet came out of the other end, but other than that...

Just point it at them and pull the trigger. They're not that hard to miss.

Here goes nothing...

Billy pulled the trigger of the gun. His aim was nowhere near the dragon, and the kick nearly knocked him off his feet. But he forced the gun to point at the dragon, and suddenly, tiny bullet holes appeared in its skin.

It flapped its wings and roared. Billy wasn't scared. He ran up to the Dragon, jumped up, and wrapped his arms around its neck. The creature swung its head back and forth violently, but it couldn't throw Billy off.

"Listen," Billy hissed to the beast. "I don't even know if you can understand me, but I can't be hurt. You, obviously, can. So don't try and kill me, take me around, and I won't shoot you."

If the dragon understood Billy, he gave no sign of it. Breathing fire, it clawed at its neck, trying to get Billy off. Billy hung on tight. The creature took to the air, waving its head around, trying to dislodge Billy. They flew across the land, hundreds of feet above the ground, and Billy could hardly hang on anymore. He was slipping. And with a final shake of its great neck, Billy came loose and fell toward the ground.

--

Billy awoke after falling to see a young woman standing above him. She had red hair, falling down to her waist. She had a thin figure, and a look of concern flashed across her face. I found her...

As Billy's mind cleared, he saw that her hair was not red, but brown, and her face was different than the one whom he had expected.

Aeris kneeled in front of Billy. "Are you alright?"

--

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: 6/9/02 10:07:22 pm
The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 29
(6/9/02 10:05:06 pm)
This is a bad thing to put in a sublect line...
Wow. This round doesn't give me much to work with....

---

When Yoshi came to, he was in a place very different where he had just been, but just as gloomy.

The first thing he noticed was rubble. Lot's of it. He decided he wanted to get a better look at the city, and took to the sky. Or at least, he tried to. He found he couldn't fly. Or shoot fire. Or kick up fatal sand clouds. Hell. Even his toungue wasn't what it used to be.

"Ok," He said aloud. "Dragonboy didn't leave me much to work with..."

He looked around and didn't see much more than rubble.

"What am I going to do with this useless crap? Cold, hard, rubbl..." he didn't even finish the thought before he got another idea.

He picked up sizeable piece of concrete with his toungue and placed it on his head.

"This must look very funny..." he thought to himself.

Taking advantage of his relatively long neck, he sling-shot the piece of concrete about 5 meters.

With practice, he could land a a 20 kg piece of concrete just about anywhere with deadly accuracy within 10 meters.

He picked up a few blocks of concrete. He could easily carry them, after all, he was still in shape from when he had carted Mario all over Dinosaur Land. With that he went to look for his team....

---

I know Krizak said human attributes only, but Yoshi's arms are too small to do much with. Therefore, Yoshi will use his toungue instead. However, Yoshi's toungue is too weak to be an effective weapon, so he will resort to throwing dibris at contestants.

Yoshi is now carrying large blocks of concrete that he will throw at things.



---

I am .


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

Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 6/9/02 10:30:32 pm
Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 91
(6/9/02 10:06:35 pm)

Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Five - The Return of...
(OOC: Hmm. Could it be...Resident Evil: Code Veronica? Or are you referring to Parasite Eve 2?)

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

---


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

Edited by: Dry31 at: 6/9/02 10:08:29 pm
TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 43
(6/9/02 10:11:22 pm)

Re: *points up* - this man lives up to his name
The gun grew heavier and heaver in his hand as he walked on, and Ramirez's wound was feeling it. His breath moistened the chilled air as he marched on, leaving the valley of ash behind as he trekked on tired legs. The clouds wore on above him, his form beseiged with cold and aches. Blood spilled into one eye, his bandage dirtied and damp with the processes of the healing wound. A likewise rivulet streamed from the corner of his lips, the cold doing little to stop the internal bleeding that had just a moment ago started again. Ramirez coughed feebly and had to smile at the pain that flared in him again- it had been a few hours and he still hadn't been able to recall how to execute the Silver Blessing.

It would have helped. He really hurt.

He'd seen countless dragons, and as thus had to dodge them as he proceeded through the afternoon. So many of them had appeared that he was beginning to form an idea of what it was that had driven this world to its end.

They're smarter than any monster on Arcadia. That black one in the air didn't look away when I stood still, it just came right at me. And that big red one...

Ramirez tightened his grip on the handgun, which was now lighter by about three bullets. Not only were the things bloody hard to hit, but they were bloody hard to penetrate to boot. Skin like Hydra armor- it had taken him three shots from the insanely powerful gun to even win a trickle from that black dragon's skull. Granted, most of that time he'd been at long range, but if it took even three bullets to the head and didn't die, that said something for how great their evolution had been.

The march wore on. Ramirez's chest pulsed oddly with each footstep, until finally, as the pain in his chest and heart climaxed, he gave a heavy red breath and fell. The handgun slipped from his palm, his face slumped in the ash, and he lay there at the head of a trail of vanishing footsteps and blood drops.

Seconds ticked by like hours before his eyes fell to a close. His heartbeat swelled down further...further...further, until he felt himself begin to bleed again. His cracked lips parted in a whisper no one would ever hear, and amidst the cries of dragons far off, he resolved to letting his fate spin his thread a little faster. The cold, blood loss, and memory loss had taken its toll upon him. Ramirez dimly felt his silver locks, spattered with blood, form a glistening masque over his dying face. Weakly, he resolved to smile with his last bit of strength- silver was to be his death as well.

Stay alive...that is your role, Scarlett, Gilder. Win and return to your worlds. I resolve myself not to...farewell, Lord Galcian. There shall be a part of my soul in every glimmer of silver light...

Ramirez flattened, and with his final breath, took a deep jump into darkness-

"Happy birthday, Ramirez."

Ramirez's eyelids flickered open to find the oddest piece of scrap and cloth hovering in front of him. His legs kicked in surprise under the matted blanket, his body straightening up in shock under the sudden light that flared from above. As vision settled into him, he found that the object was a doll- sewn of dark hair, a simple apron and dress, and spread-eagled eternally. With two buttons for eyes and a heavy, marker-borne smile, it was probably the silliest thing he'd ever seen in his short life.

"What th...?" He cut off the comment as the weight on his bed that he had not realized yet shifted. His eyes flickered to meet pearly green irises and a smile that rivalled even the doll's, surrounded by silver-blonde hair.

"Sorry to surprise you...good morning and happy birthday, Ramirez," Fina told him, her eyelids half-closing with an even wider smile as she extended the proferred doll to him. "I, um...I made this for you. It's your present."

"..." Ramirez tugged up his blanket a little bit, covering his dignity. He'd always slept with the comfort that his door was locked, and that Fina of all people could not get in. And, as such, he was accustomed to sleeping nude. Yet as his eyelids flickered in panic and his sweat-dampened sheets covered his bare legs, there was no denying that the vision glittering before him was indeed Fina. "I-I...well, thank you, Fina..."

She blushed, suddenly, and the doll recoiled a little. "You are...not happy, with it?" she asked timidly.

Ramirez offered a rare smile- it was still morning, and being interrupted from his sleep, he had no chance to compose himself just yet. "It's lovely, Fina, it's just- well, you saw me naked."

Fina made a quiet little "oh" and turned her head aside, as though to hide pain, but he could still see her smile. "I did, didn't I? Well...I d-don't mind at all, you're quite hands-"

Both their eyes widened, yet it was Ramirez who laughed. Fina's eyes rounded even more at the sound, then again as he took the doll in his hands to cradle it in his blanketed lap. "Fina, thank you so much...this means so much to me," Ramirez told her, smiling at the doll as he clutched it. "I had no idea you could sew this well...look, her dress is just like yours."

Fina paused, obviously shocked at such a strange display of emotion from him. Ramirez hadn't noticed his behavior yet, the shield around him during the usual day down in his moment of awakening. Unable to help himself, he set down the doll and reached over to slip an arm around her, embracing her tightly. He felt her stiffen but did not yield, squeezing her smaller, more compact frame in it. "Thank you," was all he murmured, brushing his mussed silver hair against her cheek.

He felt her cheek crease with a smile, then, as she laid her hands on his bare back, and returned the hug.


-and he pushed himself to all fours and spat up the blood that was choking him.

No. He wasn't dying here. Ramirez's eyes darkened with a furious glare as he pushed himself up, spewing the foul red liquid from his lips. Not caring who heard him, he seized the stock of the handgun to strike its barrel against the debris piles that surrounded him. He kicked and bit at them, his wounds squirting more fluid as he thrashed about. He was the picture of a temper tantrum gone lethally awry.

"Get out of my mind, I want to forget!" Ramirez screamed, crushing a piece of soggy wood in one fell swoop of the gun. "I want to forget! Soltis's Silver Crypt, I want to forget! Stop it! I want to forget! I want to forget!"

The roar of a dragon somewhere far away answered him. Ramirez shouted back, "SHUT UP!" He had had enough of these scaley freaks of evolution, enough of the torture that was inherent in his mind, enough of the pain bleeding from his chest. He staggered forward from the pile, panting as his itching trigger finger tested the weapon in his hand. He gnashed his teeth, grabbing at the bandage to rip it free of its bloody domain. One strap, then the other, and gone, until it finally stripped away down to his scarred sternum.

Forget. He needed to forget. For with each passing day he made himself bloodier and bloodier...

He threw his head up to the cloudy sky, and for a moment he forgot that he wasn't on Arcadia anymore. So many nights would he stay up, watching that sky to get even a glimpse of the Great Silver Shrine, where that doll had been born. Where that one fatal display of emotion, eight years before, had cost him his apathy. Where that touch of flesh had cost him his id.

Ramirez forced himself out of his reverie at the sound of another dragon roar. It came from off in the distance, but he looked ahead anyway- and he frowned. Not far from him was an actually intact building- a castle, no less. The picture of the Valuan Grand Castle, at that. The thought of Empress Teodora rolling around naked with some Honorary Officer in there, breaking off only to stop her palpitations and internal bleeding, disturbed him, but not as greatly as the thought of staying out here with all these dragons.

Besides. He needed to forget.

He tightened his grip on the handgun, taking off in a rapid stagger for the castle. Again he bled, and bled, and bled, but now it came out only in drops as his footprints widened in range. Ramirez felt a little more energized; he was taking a chance now, entering a field of ash that separated the rubble from the castle. But the dragons were probably too busy feasting on the carrion within that debris to mind him- he only caught a flicker of wings at one point, and that was off to the east. As he forced himself down the path, though, he kept the gun ready. Whatever decided to bother him was going to have to fight for its meal.

Finally, he reached the door, and slumped against its grand double-locked gates. Inside he heard mumbling- voices. Other people. He chewed the inside of his cheek and knocked tightly, rapping upon it. He heard the voices go silent, and to quell any fears, he called in as loud a voice as he could to summon anything from the inhabitants within.

"Sanc...sanctuary. Sanctuary!"

---------------


Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.

Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 113
(6/9/02 10:18:01 pm)

Laguna Loire: 5-4
Laguna Loire: 5-4

Laguna listened to Scarlett’s laugh and an answering smile reached his eyes. He was still slightly uncertain, but her firm grasp of his jacket as she unzipped it answered all his questions. His mouth quirked and he leaned down to taste her lips again, his hands running down her sides and stopping at her hips. He drew her head against his shoulder as he trailed kisses down the line of her jaw, inhaling the scent of her skin.

And stopped.

Scarlett made a muffled noise of protest against his neck, and then a not-so-muffled noise of surprise as he swung her off her feet and into his arms.

“Laguna!” she said breathlessly, unaccustomed to being manhandled like that. He indicated the pavement with his chin and smiled at her.

“This isn’t a safe place for us to stay, and you’ll cut your feet if you walk much farther without shoes,” he explained as he bent down to pick up their weapons, causing her clutch him even more tightly. He straightened up and began walking back the way he had come. Scarlett tensed in his arms and he knew that she was considering being resentful of him treating her like this, like someone who needed to be taken care of. He paused in his strides and held her closely, burying his face in her hair and breathing deeply.

“Scarlett,” he whispered against her ear, “Just this once, let me take care of you. Just once…” He felt the engineer relax, and he smiled against her neck.

“There’s a shop down here,” he told her, and then paused as he detoured around some debris on the pavement.

“Yes?” she prompted. He smiled down at her but kept moving, not speaking.

“Ah-ha here it is!” She felt his body strain as he leapt over something, and then stopped. She raised her head from his shoulder to see where he had brought her, and then began to laugh helplessly as he grinned at her.

It was a mattress store.


~~~

Laguna Loire – Adept – Level 2

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

Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 52
(6/9/02 10:20:31 pm)

Re: *points up* - this man lives up to his name
(PE2 it is. I've never played Code: Veronica, so I wouldn't know.)

*Tips his hat to Dry*

Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 37
(6/9/02 10:28:27 pm)

Round 5
Two Hands - I

Kaze awoke to find himself in the grandest of ruins, slumped against a singular wall; all that remained of what must have been a massive tower. He was tired; he felt like sleeping. Maybe a sleep between the ages...or much longer than that. His wounds from the previous day had been healed, even his clothing mended. But there was something wrong, something not quite tangible.

Standing up, he began to walk across the ruins. Great stone walls lay piled upon each other like a heap of cardboard boxes, metal pipes twisting like so many veins throughout the rubble. He bent his legs and hopped down to a lower level, a thick, uncracked window plating that stuck out like a man-made cliff. At least it was in the shade.

But again, the sound of skirmishes reached his ears. His left hand reached reflexively for his side...to grasp only his hip. He grasped a wrongness; something was incorrect. But what was it? He couldn't even think of why he would reach for his side? Was something important supposed to be there? Jumping from stable junk heap to stable junk heap, he began to grasp the ruination that had been wrought in that place, wherever it was.

A ruination that followed everywhere...just like his blighted presence.

Presently, he reached a sort of vantage point; it looked like a man-made hill; a broken tower snaking down its side. Grasping jutting pieces of rebar, he crept up the tower's length like a spider on a web, a firm footing keeping him from what would be a rather unfortunate fall. As he reached the hill's top, he pushed himself to his feet. And that was when he noticed it; midway through the act of getting up.

Pushing up...with both hands. Left hand...and a right hand. His lifted his naked right hand in front of his face, looking as if it were as mysterious as a piece of moonrock or a legendary gem.

There was a terrible wrongness about all of this.

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Soil! My strength!

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