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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 86
(5/23/02 8:03:20 pm)

Character Introduction Thread
Well, by request, here's a thread to put all your introductions in. Have at it.


~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you

Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 19
(5/23/02 9:10:46 pm)
Re: Character Introduction Thread

"......."

Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 670
(5/24/02 8:58:02 am)

Re: Character Introduction Thread
Well, I guess that I should better put my introduction here and be done with it. It may seem a bit long, seeing that it was about six pages on WordPerfect 9. Oh, well. Enjoy.

EDIT: You know, I just thought of something. People who have never played Xenogears probably have no idea of what I'm talking about. Therefore, I'll clarify a bit.

Gears are gigantic, human-shaped robots used for fighting. Billy pilots one named Renmazu, and Elly and Bart (who show up in my story) pilot Vierge (Elly) and Brigandier (Bart). The Yggdrasil is a sand cruiser/submarine/airship. In the story, it's a submarine. Etones, or the 'Ethos', are priests in their own religion,which is completely a fabrication by Bishop Stone. The man named Jesse, or Jesiah, is Billy's father. Finally, Billy's mother was slaughtered by Reapers, or 'Wels', when he was a young child.

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“I am Grahf, the seeker of power,” declared the man in the dark Gear. “Doth thou desire the power?”

Bishop Stone- no, no longer Stone, but Stein looked up from his gear, Alkanshel. "Power? Hmph, there's power, in here! I received this body from Krelian!" He looked through his red, bare eyes at this newcomer, this one who wished to offer him what he already had.

"All this power is fake. Do you think you can win with it?"

Stein thought for a moment. He did not understand. "What do you mean fake power?"

"A fake body. A fake awakening. It is all useless!"

Stein was puzzled. This new body, this new gear, was more powerful than what he had ever imagined. What this man was offering seemed impossible. Still...

"I will give you the power!" declared the one who called himself Grahf, without waiting for Stein’s answer. Grahf raised his Gear’s hand, and it began to glow. "My fist is the divine breath!" he shouted, opening his hand to reveal a glowing yellow orb. "Blossom, o fallen seed, and draw upon thy hidden powers!!" he chanted as he aimed the orb at Stein. "Grant unto thee the power of the glorious 'Mother of Destruction'!" A great read beam of light shot from the orb, entering straight into Alkanshel, and into Stein himself.

"Aughhh, urgh, huhhhh..." moaned Stein at the pain. But wait... there was no longer pain. No ambition. No revenge. There was only hate. Hate... and Power.

-----

Billy, riding Renmazu, stood beside Elly and Bart, riding Vierge and Brigandier, respectively. He stood on the deck of the Yggdrasil, looking down at Alkanshel, at the machine which Stein used. I am coming for you, Mentor, thought Billy. I am coming to stop the evil which you do. I am coming to destroy you.

Billy aimed his gun at Alkanshel, aiming carefully, and fired. Renmazu compensated for the kick, but with a gun the size of what Renmazu used, a slight jolt was to be expected. Elly ran forward in Vierage to wallop Alkanshel with her rod, then jumped back as Bart slammed forward two whips, making loud, hollow sounds as they hit the surface of Alkanshel. Stein didn’t react to this. He simply sat in his gear, not moving anything.

Billy gripped two guns tightly, firing them both in rapid succession, then stopped as Bart began hitting Stein repeatedly with his whips, such as Billy had just done. Elly jumped in the air with Vierage, slamming down on Alkanshel. Stein still stood there. He didn’t do anything. Unmoved. Unshaken.

...Undamaged.

"No good! Didn't get through!!” came Bart’s voice on the radio. Billy shook his head. That was a single Gear... they should have at least matched it in power on a one-on-three battle.

Citan’s voice came over the radio, faintly. "... There is some kind of barrier.
Some kind of negative feeling... hatred, somehow changed into an Ether, forming a barrier... If we can somehow change our strong force of will into Ether also and throw that back at it..." Billy thought for a bit. A strong force of will? I can do that. Stone- no, Stein, manipulating me solely for Solaris, is a strong enough force to destroy that barrier. Stein, that is terrible.

As if guessing what Billy was thinking, Stein opened a radio contact with Billy and the others and proceeded to taunt him.

"Ha... son of Jesiah, are you suffering?
When I took you in 4 years ago, that was proof of my old friendship with your father...
In that hate stained friendship with Jesiah, we competed for command of Gebler!"

Huh? What are you talking about?

"Jesiah, like a beast, you stole the Racquel I loved,
and threw away the command of Gebler that I wanted so much, then disappeared from Solaris!"

Billy’s mind flash backed to a scene which played in his mind constantly, the scene in which his mother was killed by Wells. Mother...

"4 years ago... After searching to the ends of the earth, no trace of him could be found."

Billy didn’t pay much attention to what Stein was saying. He simply watched his mother in her last moments of life. The first two Wels came in, thought Billy to himself, and she tried to escape through the front door. But another Reaper was there, and she backed into the corner...

"Racquel, dirtied by him...and the reminder of that taint... you and your sister...”

What? What is Stein talking about? Did he...?

"Through Krelian's wisdom, using the Wels, I saved Racquel from misery..."

Something clicked in Billy’s mind. Why Bishop Stone was the one to burst in after his mother was killed. What should have been obvious after he realized what he really was. "You son of a...! You used the Wels... against my mother...!" he shouted at Stein in pure rage and hate.

There was a quiet laugh over the radio.
"Yes Billy, let me tell you something good...
Those Reapers that you have been purging are really all people...
They were chosen by the 'Ethos' and converted by Krelian!
You've been slaughtering people! Ha ha ha... A wretched son for a wretched father!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Stein loomed over Billy in Alkanshel, ready to take his life. "Ha, confess to me! Pay for your sins!"

I have been slaughtering... humans.

Suddenly, a voice came over the radio. A voice which Billy recognized. “No, there's nothing there for you to regret, Billy!” it shouted.

What...? Is that...

“You say you and Racquel were in love?
You always were a narcissistic self-preserving fool!!”

Stein turned Alkanshel’s head up toward the sky. "This voice...!!" he said in astonishment, looking at the man descending down to the battlefield in a Gear.

...Father.

"I'll take this one!!” Jesse said over the radio. “Use this, Billy!! If you use this you can rip off the barrier!!"

-----

Citan stood in the bridge of the Yggdrasil, looking out at the battle scene. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. He gasped at what Jesiah was about to do.

"Th, that is a Buntline...
It is an Ether gun Gear where the pilot rides directly in the bullet.
If we use that we can break Stone's negative hatred power!
... H, however..."

-----

Billy stood next to his father, who was also piloting a Gear. "Billy, if we merge our Gears together... then we can break through that barrier with our combined attack.” directed Jesse at Billy. “I'm gonna borrow your shoulder for a moment, so start aiming now."

"Let's wrap this up once and for all, eh Stein?
But, I want you to know that you aren't gonna see Racquel when you die...!
That's because your destination is going to be hell!"

-----

Citan stood, shocked, on the bridge. "I knew it! Jesiah is planning on using it! He must be stopped!” Citan pushed the button for the radio control to the Gears. Static buzzed on the speakers. “Billy, can you hear me!? Billy!? ... No good... There is no response!!"

-----

Jesse spoke to Billy as he prepared to merge with Renmazu.
"Billy, you know now don't you?
Stein's teachings were all a deception.
That fabricated faith was just a worldly system for compensating those people with fragile souls.
But, faith and god aren't things which are given to you from others, right?
They are things you have to discover within yourself, and by yourself.
Things that cannot be put into words, things that cannot be expressed...
Isn't that what god is all about? 'Question not thy god, for thy god doth not respond.' "

"The reason I taught you how to use a gun as a child was to save people.
You say that guns are just tools for killing people. But you are wrong.
'Guns' don't kill people. 'People' kill people.
Have you ever looked at the expressions on the faces of those reapers you have destroyed?
It is an excruciating process to be turned into a reaper.
To ease their torturous pain, they seek human blood, and attack people in order to get it.
But, that does not vanquish the true pain within their hearts.There is only one way to be saved from the pain. That is by termination.
Didn't all those reapers put out of their misery by you have peaceful looks on their faces?
Your gun saved those people who were turned into reapers. It's not something anyone can do.
The faith that enabled you to accomplish that was no deception... God exists within you!"

"Father..."

Jesse checked the status of the Buntline. All was ready. "Alright, now! Let's go, Billy, go!"

The Buntline jumped into the air, twisting and turning. The shape began changing, and it attached itself to Renmazu’s arm. The gear slowly changed into its gun shape. Light entered the barrel of the gun as Billy powered it up. Suddenly, a large shot rang out as Billy pulled the trigger. A brilliant orange ball streaked towards Alkanshel, exploding on contact. A small note appeared on the control panel of Renmazu.

NOTICE
Barrier Terminated

-----

Citan stared ahead at the screen. Suddenly, the static on the radio system stopped. He grabbed the receiver and shouted out to Billy. "Too late...! Billy! That is a weapon that uses its pilot as the warhead!"

Billy’s astonished voice rang out over the speakers.
"What!? Th, then, father is...
... Oh my god!!"

Citan watched the screen as Billy, Elly, and Bart fought Stein, defeating him. Billy fought magnificently, but Citan could see that his heart was not into it. He would be proud, thought Citan as he watched his old friend’s son in action.

-----

Later, Billy stood on the deck of the Yggdrasil, staring out at the ocean. His friends were with him. Nobody said a word.

"Dad..." said Billy, breaking the silence.

Citan walked next to Billy, eyes on the ocean. "Billy... I should not have made such a thing..."

Billy shook his head. "No, it's not your fault..." He took his revolver from its holster and aimed it at the sea. He fired three shots, slowly, reverently. "This's the best way to see Father off."

“You're right... Thanks, son.”

Billy spun around so fast that he almost fell over. Everyone else turned, too. There he was, Jesiah, as alive as he ever was. A small grin was on his face. "D, dad!" cried Billy in total shock.

Citan shook his head, eyes wide behind his glasses. "Old friend! Are you alright?"

Jesse threw back his head and laughed. "You'd better believe it! I ain't gonna leave that stupid junk alone! I improved it!" A look of pain suddenly shot across Jesse’s face. "Ouchy-wow-wow!! But I never wanna do that again though..."

Citan tilted his head to the side. "But still... talking about hell... I am surprised to know an irreligious person like you would believe in life after death..."

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you were listening? That was a curse. Isn't that a fitting end for him?"

Citan laughed. "It is definitely your style."

Billy smiled. It was a good, but weird day. Right now, what he wanted was a nice nap. He was so tired... His sister, Primera walked up to his father and spoke for the first time, but Billy never heard what she said. So tired... he thought. And suddenly, he was falling. Falling, with not even the deck of the ship to stop his decent.

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So there we have it. My introduction. HA.

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Edited by: Bugenhagen at: 5/25/02 12:11:12 pm
Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 13
(5/25/02 9:16:34 pm)

Re: Character Introduction Thread
Well, here it is...my first real post to a tournament. Well then.

Anyway, this is the first part of what will probably be four. I hope you enjoy it.


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Part 1; The Room Needs Better Lighting

        She looked over the piece of tissue again with a twinge of disapproval manifesting on her lower lip. 'Have to find something less oily and disgusting soon,' she mused, scraping some of the thick makeup off the tissue with the barest edge of a fingernail, 'or I'll start looking like a gil-a-pack Honeybee.' With that amusing--if untrue--thought, she idly brushed the tissue off the vanity and into the biohazard-red wastepaper basket, and plucked a clean one from the nearby ivory box.

        Leaning in a bit closer to the mirror and tucking one of her loose, honey-colored bangs back into the towel her hair was wrapped in, she blinked twice to make sure her eyes were wide enough to scrape around. When she was sure enough, she swiped harshly at the makeup, pressing just hard enough to reveal the dark circles under her ice-blue eyes.

        Fucking Sister Ray's taking forever to build...

        After a dab of the edge of her tongue onto the tissue, she raked it across her cheek again, making sure all the concealer was gone. This time, her glance at the tissue showed nothing shy of utter disgust.

        Half-hidden inside the concealer were little patches of what looked, at first, like light blue glitter. She knew it was mako-dust, of course, probably from spending all that damn time at the site.

        I mean, sure, she could have done what her father had done--sat back and relaxed in an air-conditioned office with a liquor cabinet and a maseusse--but, for some reason, it didn't sound appealing. She'd thought to herself on several occasions what the reasons for that might be--that she'd go through all the damn trouble of actually overseeing her projects. Countless times of cursing her penchant for stiletto heels, countless attempts not to shiver in the wind-tunnels while wearing a barely-there dress, countless makeup applications and reapplications and reapplications and reapplications...and for what? Just to watch her pet weapons of mass destruction come alive?

        There had to be more to it than that!

        Often the first thing that came to her mind was a little word called sadism. After a while, it started to set her laughing instead of blushing furiorsly.

        'Sure, I'm a sadist!' she'd think, while her upper-class, boistrous laughter started to sound. 'There's no denying that the screams of the dying are much more pleasant than the moans of a lover.' As an afterthought, she'd usually add, 'but, then again, Death's a rare treat, and Sex is a frequent chore.'

        By then, her cackling would die down. Nobody really asked about it anymore, just brushed it aside as professional insanity.

        When in reality, it was just her expression of the pleasure she felt at the pain she kept creating.

        Which nobody, at heart, wants to know about for sure.

        She crumpled the mako-and-makeup stained tissue into an unimpressive wad and threw it aside again, closing her eyes and hoping it landed in the biohazard-red box.

        When she opened them, her reflection wasn't alone in the mirror.

        As her vanity was the only lit piece in the room, she could barely make out the form of the man's reflection. Her first guess was that it was, indeed, a man; he was tuxedo-clad, she could make out the perfectly white shirt with glinting, almost-blue buttons, and the blackness surrounding it had to be a jacket. Looking upward along the reflection, she could make out a certainly-attractive face framed by shadowy, haphazard hair.

        And she laughed.

        With a practiced adjustment to her bathrobe and a glint in her eyes, she faced his reflection and didn't move from her chair. "Sorry, boy, I don't do that anymore," she said, reaching for another tissue and starting at the concealer under her other eye. "And even if I did, barging into my room wouldn't be the way to get some."

        The stranger said nothing.

        Growing slightly frustrated (but not letting it show, of course) she razed her makeup again, keeping both cerulean eyes on the stranger. "I guess you think that as long as you've bypassed my security--which, if you did, I commend you for--that you deserve a little reward? Well, go see the redhead about getting a job--he hires the thieves, not me. I just build the equipment."

        Aside from a flicker of humor in his eyes, he didn't regard that statement at all. Just started at her reflection.

        Throwing down yet another tissue, this time with some exasperation in her voice, she regarded his reflection again, not giving him the luxury of having her turn around. "Look, I'm not going to suck you off, so just get out." Bluntness, experience had taught her, was sometimes the way to go.

        The shadowed stranger couldn't help but smile. "Is that what you think I'm here for?"

        "It's not?" she quipped sarcastically. "Better for both of us--I'm tired." With practiced subtlety, she issued him a coomand as she reached for yet another tissue. "As long as that's clear and you're here, hand me that bottle over there." She indicated a pale green bottle of cleanser on the night table a few feet away.

        "No," came his reply. When she checked the mirror again, his face had lost the hint of a smile from before.

        She rolled her eyes, but did not make a move to get the bottle herself. "Well, it looks like a gentleman and acts like an ass," she mused, tucking a few more stray strands of hair back into the towel-turban. "And why not?" she added, with a bit of a pout on her lower lip.

        "Because I don't much feel like having that strong an electric shock at the moment." The smile seeped back onto his face. "However clever a device that is--and it is, Scarlett Welles--there has to be an element of surprise in order for it to work. Which I lack."

        She was afraid, now, and would have blanched if she hadn't been groomed for business. She shoved the impending fear into the back of her mind and forced a sulty smirk forward, spinning around in her chair to regard this stranger face-to-face instead of reflection-to-reflection.

        And that's about when she noticed the wings.

        ...~...~...

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)

...

Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 17
(5/26/02 12:08:05 am)

Re: Character Introduction Thread
Wind blew across the shattered mountain peak, and a cloud scudded across the face of the moon. Perched on the columns of black rock, two figures glared at each other. A duel of destiny was about to begin.

From the rocks below, eight other figures watched. The travelling companions of the two men high on the cliff. On the left, Gen, a swordsman from the devastated region of Wakatu. Fuse, a policeman skilled in the methods of barehanded combat. Emelia, a mysterious girl with two very large... guns. And Dr. Nusakan, the enigmatic Mystic doctor.

On the right stood four very different people. Mesarthim, the mermaid. Cotton, the small, cute monster. T260G, the Mec from a time long past. And Silence, the mute.

But our tale does not require them. They are merely window dressing. Now we must focus on the two men on the cliff. Nearly identical in silhouette, the two were twins, born in the region known as the Magic Kingdom. Each had trained their minds and bodies for this day. A duel was about to commence, and there would be no tie, no draw, and no mercy for the loser.

The one with the ponytail brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Brother."

The darker-skinned man grinned in reply. "Brother."

The first man shifted his weight, shifting one section of his blue robes aside for easier movement. "Are you ready to die this day?"

The second rolled his head on his shoulders, tossing straight ashen hair in the wind. "Are you?"

"Rouge."

"Blue."

Blue crouched, a rock near his foot skittering over the edge and falling to the rocks below. Rouge followed suit, octarine sparks flicking from his fingertips.

Mystic shapes formed in the air around them, the differing shapes and surfaces magnifying some spells and diminishing others. The two prepared their spells, each focused on the fastest way of killing the other. Their arms shot forward, mouths forming the spells...

"HOLD."

The two stopped, spells fizzling in midair as their concentration failed. As one they turned to see the source of the interruption.

A blue-skinned man stood atop the cliff with them, wings spread and hair ruffling in the wind. Blue and Rouge slowly settled into mirror stances, hands unobtrusively trained on the interloper, ready to unleash five kinds of death at a moment's notice. Blue shook his head slightly. "Is this... part of the test?"

"No. And you can stop those mental exercises. You wouldn't be able to hit me. You're to take part in a tournament."

Rouge laughed. "A tournament? Like that idiocy in Shingrow? What makes you think I'd be interested?"

"You don't have a choice," the draconian replied. "You are one of the ones selected, and you will come."

Blue looked confused. "Which of us was selected?"

The man suddenly blinked. "I see... So that's what happened."

"??"

"I came here for one soul. You two are it."

"What?"

"Hmm... You'll find out later, I suppose. For now... I need you both. But I only need one."

And with that, the three figures were gone from the mountaintop.

AsylumXKP
Customer
Posts: 4
(5/26/02 8:03:24 am)
Re: Character Introduction Thread
"Another scotch. And leave the bottle." said the depressed squirrel. His cartoon eyes focused on the shot glass, and slowly focused over to the bottle. With a shaky paw, he grabbed the bottle and poured. After consuming the contents, he looked at his oversized crown to his left, cursing the day he became king. His mind was filled with horrors. Seeing his girlfriend die, seeing his friends die in battle, and struggling against his worst enemies. He poured again, hoping the memories would be gone with another shot.

"Hey narrator! Yeah you, the sickly guy at the keyboard! How about writing me a different intro?"

What's wrong with this one?

"It's too dramatic, I mean come on! 'He poured again hoping the memories would be gone with another shot.' What are you thinking?"

Fine.

Our hero Conker was shooting the breeze at his local hangout, the bar. Tired from counting all the money, and all the power he had, he decided to get f***ing wasted!

"Don't forget the two chicks next to me also you hack!"

Two lucious babes were in the presence of 'His Royal Majesty' and gawked over the squirrel king. The night insued, and Conker reached his drinking quota. A stranger appeared before him, dressed in a dark black cloak.
"Greg? Heeeey what's up man!" Conker moved his arm up, ready for a handshake.
"My name isn't Greg. I have come for you, Conker." The figure said in a deep chilling voice.
"Shure you are! You looksh just like'em! I din't know you had a twin brother though... You wanna drink? I gots this round!"
"Conker, I'm not Greg. I'm here to take you to the Rurouni Taikai Tactics."
"Rrroo-roni-tie-pie-tax-ticks?"
"No, Rurouni Tai-- Ah forget it! Meet Mr. beaver tail!"
"Hiiiii Mistar Beavertails! Whersh the rest of yo--"
With a dull thud, Conker was out for the count. Nobody knows where he is going, but he'll have one helluva hangover in the morning, that's for sure!

Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 21
(5/27/02 12:15:09 pm)
Re: Character Introduction Thread
You ever notice all our intros start in bars?
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Ward sat.

The bar was half full, always is. It was never quite packed, but there were often enough soldiers stationed in town to keep a few tables full. The locals went to other bars. Soldiers had invaded this one.
Tonight was nothing out of the ordinary. From his corner booth, back to the main door, Ward could survey most of the room. He saw eight soldiers, three locals and three women. That was a more than three-to-one ratio, so there was certain to be some fights. Or some sharing.

Ward looked again.

The women looked clean, nice. Probably fights then. Laguna and Kiros hadn’t shown yet, so he wouldn’t feel entitled to break up any form of scuffle. Probably would though. No matter, he thought, touching the cold steel harpoon that lay on the cushion next to him.

“You looking for another one of those?”

Ward looked up. The waiter, the same waiter that served them every night, was lifting his empty glass. Ward shook his head. The waiter looked puzzled.

“What then?”

Ward held up two fingers. The waiter chuckled, the walked off. Ward exhaled and leaned back. His order rung in the background, then the rustle of bottles. With his back turned from the bar, Ward could still recognize the familiar footsteps of a clumsy waiter’s gait, a tray and two glasses in hand approaching his table. Then the gait stopped, and a scream shot from the women in front of Ward, who now stood, hand over her mouth, pointing frightfully over Ward’s massive, relaxed shoulders.
Ward rose, turned and spotted a slender, purple, extremely clothed man with draconian wings sliding through the great double doors that were the main entrance to the bar. In shock, the waiter dropped both of Ward’s drinks. Damnit.
The purple man looked directly at Ward, as if to speak. Ward greeted him with a casual nod, attempting to hide the fact that his hand was sliding down his side and clutching at the harpoon.

“Hey,” the man said, smiling. Ward cocked his head sideways, confused.

“Com’on.”

Before he had even realized, Ward had followed the man back out the double doors, into the street, and somewhere he’d never been.

EDIT:: You know, somehow I thought he was suppose to be. Embarrassing. Oh well, hes "extremely clothed" now.

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"Thats a big question. I'm just a simple person."

Edited by: Simplistic Hero at: 5/27/02 8:40:49 pm
Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 93
(5/27/02 4:17:54 pm)

Re: Character Introduction Thread
:confused Umm... SH, if there any particular reson my my Host is recruiting your character in the nude?


~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you

KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 6
(5/27/02 4:22:35 pm)

Re: Character Introduction Thread
*blinks around* o.o Intro...

*blinks at Krizak's title* Faker! That's my title! :) Though, not really. *cough* *goes to start rustling up some form of an intro*







(Thanks to thissideupxl for images!)

AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 9
(5/27/02 4:52:05 pm)

Re: Character Introduction Thread
Heh, maybe he left his robe at the "Cock & Plucker" in Conkers Universe. I never did mention what happened to those two girls, maybe the demon (Or whatver he is) got some "Ideas" :)

Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 10
(5/28/02 11:16:25 am)

Re: Character Introduction Thread
Well, in the tourney, the intro is really the only time we have to sit and think about, and I think I've tweaked mine to my liking. It's presented in two parts not because I'm afraid of putting too much in one post, but because maybe less of you will skip over it if I divide it into more sizeable chunks, opting to read it when you're bored because there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of intros here yet. Oh, and if you're wondering in this first part "Hey, exactly where is Kaze, y'know, the character you're sponsoring", don't worry. It'll all come together with part two.

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Introit – ‘Nameless’ (Part I of II)

A gathering of friend and foe
Where questions all unanswered go
The Inner World doest beckon so;
Nine moons against the sky hang low.

A siren’s song, eternal rest
A harp clutched to her naked breast
The heart that guards the secret best
Beguiling as the sphinx’s test.

Who then before the chaos stands
Alone in ancient, distant lands?
The souls cry for a friendly hand
A shimmering wave upon the sand.



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It was a singularity among places in the universe, its unique class of beauty equaled only by its many dangers and pitfalls. In that land, dimensional walls were distorted and weakened, streams of reality crisscrossing like a spider’s web many times over. Broken pieces of ruined worlds gathered there, awaiting a melding into a patched-together geographical jigsaw puzzle. Wild beasts roamed free across the uneven lands, ever restless and wary. And yet, for such a land, a primeval silence stilled the air. Indeed, to make the journey was akin to breaking the hallowed silence of broken ruins that had mostly forgotten the memory of humankind countless eons ago. Many buildings, many ruins, most of them empty. The land creaked and groaned, said to float above a dark maw of turbulent chaos below. No one knew when it had first started. No one knew exactly the size of its expanse, nor could anyone explain its erratic physical properties. But it was there, as it had presumably always been; an eternal realm that boiled and frothed with the ebb and flow of the energies of creation and destruction.


Welcome to the night of the Inner World.


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Huddled around a campfire, clothing and a few blankets their only shelter from the elements, two children and a young woman basked in its warmth. The hushed whisper of the nearby stream near whose shores they sat carried on endlessly, its familiar noise a soothing sound in the unnatural hush of the night. Just a few hundred meters from the water’s edge was a small grove of trees, after which lay a great expanse of plain; a rippling sea of grass and brush. It was from the small grove that the twin children, Ai and Yuu Hayakawa, had gathered wood for the night’s fire. As the sticks crackled and popped in the sloppy ring of stones they had made, Yuu lazily watched the smoke ascend to the sky. He thought about his parents, the now-famous scientists who had first braved the perils of the mysterious Inner World in order to record and study its unique phenomena. They had often gone on expeditions there as if it were no more a trip than vacationing to Hokkaido, but Yuu knew that it was, in reality, much more perilous.

He and Ai had read their parents bestselling book that chronicled their journeys many times, enthralled by the oddities and mysteries described. But from what he had seen in the last few weeks firsthand, the book told only a sliver of the things the Inner World had to show. One day – it must have been close to a month ago now - their parents had gone out for a walk in the Inner World, as one would go out for a stroll around the neighborhood…but they never returned. With an increasing sense of worry, it was that incident which prompted 13-year old Ai and Yuu to mount their own expedition into the Inner World. Armed with a bountiful supply of candy bars, matches, and their parents’ book, they boarded the mysterious Phantom Subway that seemed to link their world, the ‘Outer World’, with the Inner World. And now, they were in it deep.

Running from place to place on a dimension-piercing subway train with seemingly no set route of any sort had landed them in what must have been the thick of the Inner World. They were there now, for better or worse, even if they wanted to go back. They wouldn’t leave without their parents; perhaps even couldn’t leave without the aid of their knowledge.

Yuu’s gaze climbed the staircase of smoke from the fire to where it landed on the surface of a silvery moon that brightened the sky. There were actually nine different recorded moons of the Inner World, only three of which were visible that night. When all nine moons were arrayed in the sky, it was quite a sight, like a colored light show among the stars…among unfamiliar stars where no recognizable constellations made themselves known. Yuu wondered which worlds it was that had lost their entire moon to the Inner World’s pull.

“Lisa…I’m cold…” Yuu’s sister Ai shivered in the brisk night air, pulling her blanket closer around her and nudging nearer to the burning wood. Ai was Yuu’s twin, but it seemed as though it were a twinship in name only. Ai was everything Yuu was not – she was boisterous, he was quiet; her hair was straight and pink, his was wavy and brown; she was a busybody, he was a thinker. But he loved her just the same; she was the only family he had here, something that reminded him of home every time he saw her.

“Here, why don’t you take mine?” Lisa pulled her own blanket from her shoulders and wrapped the extra layer around Ai. Ai smiled and snuggled down in the veritable fortress of warmth that had been bestowed upon her. Lisa was a pretty young lady who Ai and Yuu had met on the Phantom Subway when they had first ridden it to the Inner World. She didn’t talk much about herself, but she had kindly offered to help them find their parents. Ai had somehow surmised that Lisa came to the Inner World looking for her lost boyfriend, but Yuu didn’t quite buy it – he’d never heard her actually confirm that. But he still marveled every time at the skill she used to defend them, Kigenjutsu, which seemed to be an incredible melding of martial arts and magic the likes of which he had never before seen. It was hard to believe that such a woman wasn’t from the Inner World herself, with a power like that.

“But Lisa…won’t you get cold?” Yuu began to unwrap his own blanket from around his shoulders. “Here, take mine…” He balled it up and offered it to her, but she shook her head slowly.

“I’ll be alright Yuu, don’t worry about me! Just stay warm and sleep well, alright?” She smiled at him – that was one of the things that always gave him strength, Lisa’s warm and inviting smile. Of course, when he’d been so foolish as to tell Ai about that, she had the gall to insinuate that he had some sort of crush on her; something that was obviously untrue. He was only thirteen – how was he supposed to know whether he went for ‘older women’ yet? He slowly draped the warm rectangle of fabric over his shoulders once more and moved a little closer to Lisa – just a centimeter or two so that Ai wouldn’t notice – so that perhaps some of his body heat could radiate out and warm her up. He felt the heat of the fire on his face; it was a good feeling in the chill night air. Feeling a fire reminded him of a hearth, which reminded him of home, which reminded him yet again just how far he was from there. Sighing, he looked across the river, which they’d forded just as the sun was setting.

Displaying yet another oddity that was strangely typical of the Inner World, the far bank of the river contained no vegetation, no landforms, nothing but sand and rocks. It was desert for miles and miles, desert that they’d had to cross on foot because they’d been late for the Phantom Subway’s departure. Even their pack animal, Chobi the chocobo, had resented that trip. It was hot, waterless, and even more tiring than having to run the mile in P.E. four straight times. Yuu had been so glad when they saw the abrupt end of the desert at the stream’s edge that he plunged his head in to drink all the water he could in one gulp and ended up pulling it out coughing and sputtering because he’d accidentally breathed in some water. Of course, Ai had laughed at him…before Chobi once again took up its growing hobby of chewing and yanking on either of her two ponytails. From desert to wooded grassland, just like that – Yuu had never seen anything like it on earth, and even now, when his eyes darted from the grove of trees they sat beside to the empty desert, he still didn’t understand.

As his eyes scanned the desert horizon again, they picked up a silhouette as dark as shadow itself against the shaded side of a dune several hundred feet back from the water’s edge. It could’ve been just the shadow of a rock or a funny way that the light glinted off the sand, but Yuu knew what it was. It was Kaze, the Black Wind, a man shrouded in mystery that seemed to follow them and appear when they were in trouble, whose path was intertwined with theirs. For one reason or another, he sat there, in the shade of the sand dune, the only movement that of his left hand as he raked his fingers through the sand.

Yuu nudged Lisa, whose gaze was trained on the dancing flames before her. “Lisa…Lisa…” he spoke softly, “why don’t you invite Kaze to come spend the night here with us? It must be cold in that desert at night, without any fire…” He twiddled his thumbs, half avoiding Lisa’s eyes.

“That’s a nice thought Yuu…why don’t you go call him over here?” She smiled again and slowly put a few more branches into the fire. Somehow, Yuu thought that maybe Lisa felt a little uncomfortable about Kaze. She always called him ‘that person’, for one, and her smile when his name was brought up seemed to be a bit shallow. Then again, Kaze was just the name he seemed to be called, since Yuu remembered that the taciturn man had mentioned quietly at their first meeting that he had forgotten his name. He rose to his feet slowly, discarding his blanket, and walked quietly to the water’s edge. There was no bridge, and since the temperature had fallen as much as it had since the daylight hours, he had no intention of fording the stream again.

“Kaze! Hey! Kaze!” Yuu shouted and waved his hands, trying to attract the man’s attention. He could see Kaze sifting slowly through the sand, seeming not to hear him. He tried again, calling “Kaaaaazeeeeee! Heeeeeey! Over here!” He pitched a rock in the direction of the dark figure, but it landed harmlessly on the sand of the opposite shore. Kaze turned his head, Yuu saw, and looked at him quizzically. “Hey Kaze, we’ve got a fire over here…so why don’t you come over here with us? It’s gotta be warmer than over there!” He saw Kaze’s gaze linger on him for a few seconds, then his head slowly turned back to whatever it was he had been doing. “So you’re not gonna come? Are you sure?” The black-clad man seemed to ignore him, going about his business as he had before. “Alright, just remember you can come over and sit with us any time!” Yuu nodded his head, feeling that he had done the best he could, and ran back to the warmth of the campfire.

“Lisa…he didn’t come…” Yuu said softly, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“That person…that is his way.” Lisa stated, giving Yuu a soft pat on the back. Her black hair tied back in pink ribbons seemed to glow in the highlights of the fire. He picked up his blanket once again and offered it to Lisa. “Are you sure you don’t want this? It’s a cold night, y’know…” He held it out to his friend and caretaker, but she declined it again.

“You’ll need to be warm if you’re going to sleep, don’t you? We have a lot of walking tomorrow if we want to get to the next subway station, right?” She smiled and retracted her hand. “Don’t worry about me; Kigenjutsu lets me keep myself warm with just a little heat from the fire.” She returned her gaze to its meditative state, visually absorbing the unique state of the flames at every instant. Yuu wanted her to teach him about Kigenjutsu, but he knew that now, it would be better to rest than to pester her with questions. He looked across the way at his sister Ai, who lay on the ground already asleep. Always in motion when awake, sleep seemed to be the only chance to observe her in a state of peace. She looked so innocent, lying there with an olive-green blanket wrapped around her like a shroud. The trip was hard, and Yuu knew it – he knew that this journey would’ve ended much earlier without the guidance of Lisa and the unlikely aid of Kaze, that mysterious man. Kaze…about him, they knew so little. From his golden Demon Gun, he called forth terrible beasts that ripped the land and his enemies asunder and spread chaos and destruction in their wake, yet he seemed unaffected by his actions. Who was he, really? Yuu glanced over at the opposite shore of the stream again, the darkened figure right where he knew it would be, unmoved. With a sigh, he moved his body prone to the ground and pulled the blanket around his shoulders. There would be time for ponderance and wondering later.


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Soil! My strength!

The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 11
(5/28/02 10:15:07 pm)
Re: Character Introduction Thread
My first ever attempt at anything story-like...
(I took alot of creative liberties. Yoshi isn't much of a character to work with, which is why I chose him.)

Part I - Post-Bowser Dinosaur Land

In the years after Bowser was expelled from Dinosaur Land, Yoshi and the inhabitants of Dinosaur Land had made an amazing recovery. The villages (formerly "levels") had been re-populated, and the DLPC (Dinosaur Land Power and Communication) infrastructure that had literally been torn out of the ground by Bowser's minions was operating at near full capacity again.

During Bowser's occupation, the inhabitants of Dinosaur Land had found that holding a Koopa Shell in their mouth's created a variety of desirable effects. These included the ability to fly, and spit fire. Many research facilities have been set up on Dinosaur Island to study these effects.

Part II - The Offer

It was near closing time at the Chocolate Island Research Facility (CIRF). Yoshi was putting the day's work into storage. Alot of progress had been made that day. They had finaly found a form of Koopanium (the chemical in Koopa Shells that brings out the powers) that was was not so weak that the effects didn't last, and was also not so strong that it was fatal. As he grabbed the last bottle of Koopanium he noticed that there was a strange man standing in the lobby, who seemed to be looking straight at him, even through the one-way mirror. Forgetting about the bottle, he went out to the lobby.

"Excuse me sir, the last tour was an hour ago. Were going to close in a few minutes, but feel free to look around the visitor's center until then."

"I didn't come for a tour, Yoshi," the man replied.

"Huh. How did he know my name?" Yoshi thought to himself.

"How would you like the opportunity to test out your chemical in a combat situation?" the man continued.

"I... I... don't know." stammered Yoshi. Now Yoshi was a little scared. How did this person know what the chemical was going to be used for? Was the man going to send an army to Dinosaur Land?

"You think about it for a while," the man replied.

Yoshi was about to reply, but the man had vanished. So Yoshi though. "If I were to take him up on this, it would be an excellent opportunity to test Koopanium. On the other hand, it might end up being Bowser II. I can't let that happen." Yoshi walked out of the CIRF, still pondering the dilemma, when suddenly, he was engulfed in an erie light. It was then that he realized, that he never really had a choice...

EDIT: Ugh... Never copy and paste from Notepad without turning off Word Wrap...


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Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 5/29/02 8:27:03 pm
Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 24
(5/30/02 11:02:35 pm)
Re: Character Introduction Thread
Okay, here's Ryogo's intro. For those who know FM3 I've decided to take Ryogo from Alisa's storyline. This takes place after the game's end, so expect some spoilers throughout the tournament.

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        The sun was setting over Okinawa Ocean City as the transport helicopter finally docked at the city's branch of Kirishima Industries. Aboard the copter was a small shipment of construction wanzers, destined to be part of the large crew working to rebuild the residential sector destroyed four months earlier. Officially the destruction was credited to the aborted Da Han Zhong invasion, but a small and select group knew that story was far from the truth. One of these few people was currently onboard the transport, personally overseeing the transportation of the wanzers. His name was Ryogo Kusama, and he was far from happy.

        After the copter landed the pilot walked back to the cargo hold and waved to Ryogo. "We've landed, sir," the pilot called out, "You can start unloading any time now."

        "Great," Ryogo moaned as he slid out of his hammock and started over to the other side of the cargo bay. "You save the world from a lunatic superhuman with a new ultra-destructive nuke, and what do you get? Respect? Babes? Fame and fortune? More babes? No, You just end up working the same damn job you had before, without so much as a pay raise. Next time I save the world I'm getting at least a three-babe guarantee." As he griped Ryogo reached the controls for the rear hatchway and activated them, causing the hatch to slowly open.

        "Okay," Ryogo called out to the other four wanzer pilots in the hold, "Let's move 'em out!" Leading by example Ryogo climbed aboard the first wanzer, settling into the pilot's seat and closing the cockpit hatch behind him. As the cockpit shut Ryogo hit a couple of switches and the wanzer's view screens flickered to life. Manipulating the controls with expert precision Ryogo raised his wanzer to its feet and walked slowly out of the copter, the other four wanzers trailing close behind. Once out of the transport the five wanzers walked across the Kirishima building's roof to the large cargo elevator on the far side. A quick flick of a switch and the lift started its slow journey to the first floor.

        "It's just not fair," Ryogo sighed as the elevator descended through the building. "If it wasn't for me Lukav would've taken control of the whole damn planet, and I get nothing. At least Kazuki got that job with the JDF and a really hot babe out of the whole thing, and Miho got to hook up with Mori. But me? Nothing. It's just not fai… hello, what have we here?" As the lift reached the ground floor something caught Ryogo's eye. Using the wanzer's zoom feature he focused in on a single figure, a decidedly female figure. "On second thought," Ryogo grinned, "This might not be such a bad assignment after all."

        As soon as the elevator reached the ground Ryogo ran forward, hurriedly bringing his wanzer over to the large truck that would carry it to the construction site. With hardly a pause Ryogo leapt onboard then quickly deactivated and exited the wanzer. Once on the ground, however, he slowed down, doing his absolute best to adapt a cool and debonair demeanor. With this new attitude he sauntered over to the woman he'd glimpsed from his wanzer.

        As he approached she turned and faced him. She was a young Japanese woman, with short-cropped black hair and large brown eyes that reminded Ryogo of Miho's. Her short frame was dressed in a pair of dingy green overalls, marking her as a member of the building's engineering staff. "Are these the construction wanzers for the residential block?" she asked him, pointing behind him with the pen held in her right hand.

        "Yep," Ryogo answered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his transfer papers. He handed the documents over to the young woman, who promptly set them on her clipboard and carefully inspected their contents. "They're all in order," he assured her, sliding over so that he was right behind her. "So if you'll just sign right here…" Ryogo reached around the young woman's shoulder and pointed to the line at the bottom of the first page, an action which purposely pulled her body close to his.

        "Looks okay," she said, pushing away Ryogo's arm. Taking a step away from the amorous wanzer pilot she quickly signed the document before folding it up and sticking it into her own pocket. "You can go ahead and take them over to the construction zone now."

        "Hey," Ryogo grinned, "What's your hurry? Can't you take a little time out of your busy day to get to know the man of your dreams?"

        This last statement had its desired effect, drawing a smile from the young woman. "I'm sorry, sir," she replied with a slight hint of flirtation, "But we're pretty busy today."

        "Really?" Ryogo said, slipping his arm around her shoulders again, "Cause I'm pretty sure you're due for a break any second now."

        "Well," the girl smiled, "I guess there wouldn't be any harm in taking a few minutes off."

        "That's the spirit," he said, "My name's Ryogo Kusama, what's yours?"

        "Yuki Muramachi," she answered, "Nice to meet you."

        "The pleasure is all mine, Yuki," Ryogo said, walking his new friend off to the side of the large vehicle hangar. "Hey, how'd you like to hear how I saved the world?"

        Yuki looked at him with wide eyes, obviously interested in his story. Before Ryogo could begin, however, a new voice cut through the air. "Puh-lease!" it said, "Ryogo, you couldn't save a cat stuck up a tree, much less the world."

        The wanzer pilot and the engineer turned to face the voice. The speaker was a short teenaged girl, dressed in a pair of snug blue jeans and a pink t-shirt covered by a silver jacket. Her long red hair was tied up in a ponytail at the top of her head and her eyes were a shining bright blue. She was resting her hands on her hips and her face was lifted in the same haughty expression that Ryogo had long since grown used to. "Pham Luis," he said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

        "The Luis family is donating some supplies for the reconstruction of Ocean City's residential block. It's really the least we can do to help. Now what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be following Kazuki around like a good little doggy?"

        "As it so happens," Ryogo growled back, "I'm here to deliver a group of new Kirishima construction wanzers."

        "Really?" Pham replied, "Because it looks to me like you're trying to force yourself on this poor girl."

        Ryogo removed his arm from Yuki's shoulders and walked over to confront the fiery redhead. "Pham, why the hell don't you just shut up and mind your own damn business? Now be a good little girl and go play with your dollies or something, the grown-ups are talking now."

        Pham's face lit up in a mask of pure rage and her mouth flew open to scream her retort. But even though her mouth was open no words came out. At first Ryogo was quite pleased, convinced he'd finally managed to shut Pham up. After a few moments passed and neither Pham nor Yuki moved, however, he realized that something was very, very wrong.

"Uh, Pham?" he tentatively asked, "Yuki?" Neither one made any reply, and when Ryogo started to reach out to shake his friend's shoulders he found that he had lost the ability to move. "Alright," he demanded, "What the hell is going on here?"

But no answer was forthcoming. Instead Ryogo was hit by a feeling similar to being punched in the gut. The feeling was so intense that the wanzer pilot found it impossible to hold onto consciousness. As his senses slipped away it never occurred to him that he would soon be awakening in a place far from Okinawa Ocean City. Indeed he would soon find himself a great distance from anything even remotely familiar.


Edited by: Switchblade at: 5/30/02 11:04:40 pm
Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 15
(5/31/02 9:41:08 am)
Part 2 of 3
Part 2; Prejudice Against Wutaian Crime Lords

        As calmly as she could, she asked "Am I dead?"

        This time, the stranger erupted into laughter not too much unlike her own--deep, loud, and punctuated. "Why do they always ask that?"

        Scarlett frowned, glaring up at him and putting a hand on her towel-turban to steady it. "Whether or not 'they' always ask it, what's the answer?"

        "For them? Usually 'almost'."

        "And for me?" she quickly countered.

        "Hardly," he said, his laughter dying down. "Just 'hardly'."

        Scarlett couldn't help but sigh with relief. "That's a good thing...I've got too mcuh to do. Can't die anytime soon."

        "Heh. I know the feeling," the stranger said, relaxing his stance considerably. Scarlett noticed that he was wearing bright blue sneakers with the tux. "Last thing in the world most people want is to die."

        She could feel herself sinking deeper into her chair, and the silk of her bathrobe had an uncomfortable wrinkle that was digging into her thigh like murder. "That's what makes it interesting when they do," she said, letting a bit of a laugh into her voice. "That they hold on. It's the people that go quietly that disgust me."

        The stranger smiled knowingly. "So that's why you build such loud weapons!" He backed away and sat down on the edge of her bed. "I was wondering, actually..." he added, cocking his head sideward and tossing his unruly hair.

        "There are a lot of reasons for that," she replied, spinning her chair around again to face the mirror.

        "Care to share 'em?"

        He could see her smirk in the mirror. "No."

        "Thought as much." He jumped off of the bed, letting his wings flap lightly behind him, and came to stand by the mirror. "I've got a reason for being here, actually."

        "Oh?"

        The stranger grinned a maniacal, lopsided grin. "I want to play," he stated, with a childish, sing-songy lilt to his voice.

        Scarlett sighed deeply, shutting her eyes and shaking her head. "I thought you said that you weren't here for that."

        "I didn't, but you're right. I'm not," he replied, leaning his hands on the back of her chair and flaring his wings out. "I want to play. The real kind. You know, like a tournament?"

        "You came to the wrong place." Done with the tissues, she reached for a small mint-green jar of something salty and colloidinous, smearing it onto her face in smooth circles. "The top-heavy guy with the beard handles that kind of play. And besides, this year's Taikai already took place." With the lower half of her face covered in the salt-scrub, her perverse smile glittered. "And then the Turks killed the winner at the after-party."

        The stranger pursed his lips and blinked. "You have Taikai here?"

        She started tracing the cricles of salt onto her forehead. "Wutaian crime lords have Taikai."

        "And you play?"

        With all but the patch over her left eye covered, she blinked and met the stranger's eyes in the mirror. "Me? In a Taikai?" And she laughed hysterically.

        Almost too suddenly, the stranger pouted. "What's so funny about that?"

        "In case you didn't notice," she managed to eke out between bursts of kya-ha-ha, "I can't fight for shit!"

        The stranger was confused, to put it mildly. "Of course you can. You kill lots of people."

        "Not like they do in a Taikai!" Her laughter started to wither into just a tone.

        "Well, how do they kill people in a Taikai?"

        "For one thing, they don't need to imbue bottles of makeup with voltage..." Scarlett comtemplated this for a second. "You're serious, aren't you?"

        The stanger nodded. "Mm-hm!"

        She sighed in reply. "And you think I can 'play'?"

        "Definitely. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

        Scarlett contemplated this for a moment, then spun around in her chair to face him. "Alright," she said, leaning her elbow on her crossed knees elegantly. "Convince me."

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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 11
(5/31/02 4:57:24 pm)

Re: Intro
Introit - 'Nameless' (Part II of II)

The light of a silver moon and two smaller blue moons made the sands of the desert sparkle like a frozen sea of diamonds, beautiful and cold. In the shadow of one such frozen wave, a man cloaked in black moved his hand deftly through the sand. In front of him, half inured in the sand, sat several clear bullet shells, empty of all content. As he brought his hand up, the light of the moons revealed only a sandy powder, red as a river of blood. A soft breath emanated from his lips to clear away the plain sand, as he moved the glittering powder to one of the open bullets and poured the brilliant red grains from the cup of his palm into it, tossing the little that was left back to the desert when it had been filled. Replacing the bottom of it, he took the red bullet between his first two fingers and with it, his hand retreated into the recesses of his cape to place it in his belt, a belt that held other such bullets filled with colored sands.

He looked up from his work momentarily, head pointed at the opposite bank. He could see the comfortable-looking fire still burning, though only one around it was still awake. Lisa was hard to miss, clad in her orange uniform as she was. The two children seemed to be asleep, and the night had brought with it a pacifistic ambience that could almost catch one off guard. He turned away from the warm and inviting scene and once again buried his gaze in the cold sea of the desert sands. Closing his eyes, he began to concentrate, to see a color in his mind.

Crusher White…Crusher White…come.... He said nothing, concentrating wholly on the ever-changing sands around him.

Moving his left hand in a slow elliptical path through the sand around where he sat, he began to close his grip a little as he felt what he wanted draw close to his palm. After several minutes of the silent ritual, he withdrew his hand and opened it to find a little mountain of bleached-white sand that held much the same appearance of sugar or salt under the light of the night sky. He slowly lowered the payload toward another empty bullet but stopped short.

“Most interesting…what’re you doing?” A voice broke the silence, causing Kaze’s hand to fly to his sidearm and then to the source of the noise in one swift motion, the white sand sprinkling over his black cape in a glittering cloud. He found the barrel of his large red handgun pointed squarely at a man dressed in what looked to be formal clothing – stylishly traditional black and white, messy blue hair hanging down in his face with an unruliness that belied the fancy clothing he wore. His face was as pallid as that of a corpse, and seemed as though it might have been made of the same material as the twin blue moons that illuminated the northern sky. The most immediately noticeable thing, though, were the imposing wings arching forth from his back, wings like those of a mighty dragon.

“Put down your weapon, I’m not here to attack you” Kaze’s guest spoke once more. “Besides, if I wanted to attack you, I would’ve had the first shot, easily.” Kaze did not lower his gun, keeping it trained on the man’s chest, his eyes dead to emotion in that moment. “Come on now, I don’t work for the Count; I’ve come a long way in order to talk to you, evidently.” Kaze raised an eyebrow at the ‘evidently’, but still he trained his gaze on his midnight visitor.

“Well, you haven’t shot at me yet, so I’ll continue. You’re probably wondering about me, obviously; how I know who you are, and how I came here. All I can tell you is that I offer you a chance unlike any other. A chance to see how good you really are; to test your skills, physically and mentally. Many are considered, few are chosen, and I have seen you in my mind’s eye as one of the chosen. Though, if I may say so, this ‘Inner World’ certainly isn’t easy to find, and even less easy to enter. But I’m finally here, standing before you now, offering you this chance. Test your mettle…test the bounds of your very soul!” His voice rose in an earnest pitch, yet still seemingly quiet in nature.

Kaze slowly lowered his red gun, holstering it back in its place at his left hip. “No.” was all he said before turning around again and plunging his hand into the sand. Displeasure was evident in the winged man’s face as he twitched his eyebrow and walked around to Kaze’s front, hands resting in his pockets.

“Really, I’m not putting you on, Kaze” he began again. “The Inner World is a rather unique hodgepodge of all sorts of places drawn in from the universe and different dimensions…but the universe and the multiverse are infinitely larger than even that which the Inner World has stolen pieces of. Wouldn’t you like to see those places, to once again venture out of the Inner World? You weren’t born here, I know…” He smirked, knowing he had dropped a possibly irresistible gambit into the conversation. He saw Kaze remove his right arm from the shadows of his black cape, moonlight reflecting off a smooth gold pod that covered his hand and forearm. But the golden pod did not tremble, did not move. It merely reflected the stars of the night sky and the sand of the desert.

“Whatever you’re trying to do with whatever that is, it’s not working, so you might as well forget it.” The mysterious man folded his arms across his chest and stretched his wings, seeming to wait for an answer of some sorts. After almost a minute, Kaze lowered his right hand and looked up at the man. A pair of stylish sunglasses with a missing right lens crowned the bridge of his nose, a scar scratched horizontally across his face an inch lower. The one eye that was visible concentrated on the man standing there, seeming as though it would drill a hole if it could.

“Kuroki Kaze…..the Black Wind. That is what you are called, by the few that would call you an ally, and by your enemies who fear you. But what is your real name, the one given to you at birth?” He bent down to look into the face of the Black Wind, skin scarred and weathered by the elements. “Do you know yourself? What is your name?” Kaze’s face seemed slightly perturbed at the statement, then set back into its vacant gaze.

“I…have forgotten it.” He spoke in a deep voice with a slight rasp, able to be heard clearly even though his words were quiet. Lowering his head to the sand before him, he said nothing more.

“I too have no name.” The man continued to scan Kaze’s face with his own eyes, seeming to look for something. “The circumstances are different, but we have both been denied a name. Denied who we are; denied who we may be supposed to be! Can you live without a name, Kaze? ‘Black Wind’ is merely a title, and the persona of it may be a lie. You should want to find your name, and I want to know mine! What are we, Kaze? Are we angels or devils…are we men or monsters…are we humans or gods? The time grows short – come; come with me! It may be that the only way to discover your roots is to put yourself to the ultimate test!” His face showed excitement, his hands tingled as he held them spread in front of the black gunman, and his wings unfurled to their fullest extent, casting an imposing silhouette in the moonlight.

Slowly, Kaze picked up two empty bullets and returned them to his belt, then rose to his feet.

“Excellent! I knew you’d come!” he exclaimed, extending his hand to the caped wanderer. Kaze, however, turned and walked toward the river, leaving him behind. “Wait! Where are you going!?” The man’s expression transformed from excitement to annoyance in a moment. “I did not want to have to do this, Black Wind, but it appears as though I have no choice…” He snapped his fingers and blue chains of energy spouted forth from the sand, encircling Kaze like a writhing mass of constricting snakes. Strolling over to where the black-clad figure stood bound, he once again began to speak.

“How unfortunate that you seem to be so…apathetic about trying something new” he sighed, rustling his wings. “But for this little ‘gathering’ of sorts, I need specifically you; no other will do in your place.” A black pit began to widen beneath the gunman and the clatter of the glowing chains began his descent into the gaping void.

“You may fight me and resent me all you want, but this choice has already been made. Do not worry, you shall manage. If there’s one thing I’m certain of about you, Kaze, it’s that you’re a survivor. You survive the worst of odds; you ensure your continued existence…regardless of the cost to things and people around you.” He flashed a menacing grin of pearly white as Kaze’s head and shoulders finally disappeared beneath the hole he had made.

“And that” he continued to smile as he checked off a name from a list he produced from an inner pocket of his suit coat “is exactly what I’m looking for.”

Soil! My strength!

Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 5/31/02 8:50:45 pm
Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 12
(5/31/02 4:59:46 pm)
Re: Intro
Sorry, accidently double-posted my intro. You'd think EZBoard would have a way to delete posts....

Anyway, to make this not a complete waste of space, here is a haiku.

There don't seem to be
many intros posted yet
I hope that changes

*bows*

Edited by: Soujiro Seta at: 5/31/02 8:54:25 pm
Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 57
(6/1/02 8:26:27 am)

Find My Place
See, there are good times, and there are bad times.

Sometimes, the good times outweigh the bad times... and sometimes it's the other way round. And then, other times, like now, it's all kinda greyed out. Nothing's particularly happening, good or bad.

People say most of the introversion and thinking happens at one of the extremes. In my brief experience, that's not true. Maybe I'm the odd one out, but that's just how I see it.

Cause... it's at times like this that you've got nothing else to do. It's the lull between saving villages and defeating evil enemies. What? Oh, that's what we do here. We're 'heroes'. Or at least, that's what the prophecy said. The four adepts will band together to save the world. My place in this? I'm the Wind adept, and I am supposed to use the Shaman's rod - yes, this piece of wood here - to save the world.

Sometimes... I guess I just wonder why me? I don't mind the task, I quite enjoy it. But I guess I wonder why. Oh, here comes Isaac. "We leaving? Okay, just let me grab my pack!"

What? It's not worth voicing any of this. He's happy enough, happy to get the job done. Garet just thinks about simple things, and Mia... is so calm I can hardly read her thoughts. I know I shouldn't read them, but sometimes it just happens before I can help it. They think it's a gift, my power - but it's not. It can be useful.. but more often than not, it's more trouble than it's worth.

Ah hey, I'm being too cynical. After all, they're good friends, and what we're doing is the right thing. And, if I want to work out why I was chosen... well, that guy with the wings is coming back soon. I guess I'll find out in his tournament.

"You coming, Ivan?"

"Yep, I'm on my way."

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This intro sucks. But I was stuck for something to write, so I wrote it. My tourney stuff will be better, I think. Ivan's more action than thinking anyway. Hell, so is everyone in Golden Sun :P


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 18
(6/1/02 2:31:10 pm)

Introduction: Laguna Loire
The evening sky was adrift with the vivid colors of sunset. Deep blues shaded into deeper purples; the final flares of sunlight shone orange and red and russet along the horizon. A chill breeze flowed down hills and through plains of grass, forcing wildflowers to sway with acknowledgement. It swept around these brightly-colored playmates for a moment, teasing gently, and then moved on. A single leaf was plucked from a grove of aspens and taken on a wild ride through the atmosphere. The wind is a fickle mistress, however, and soon the breeze abandoned the leaf for something more amusing – a lone figure standing on a slight rise of land.

Laguna pushed his hair out of his face as a sudden wind tangled the strands. His fingers brushed against something and he pulled out a small aspen leaf to gaze at it bemusedly. It was golden with the onset of winter and lay lightly on his hand, the wind threatening to steal back its possession at any moment. He folded his fingers over it protectively and the breeze gave up, disgruntled. With one last caress against his neck it fled for the nearby town, sure that there it would find something with which to play.

“You come from far away,” Laguna told the leaf, “Just like me.” The incongruity of speaking to an aspen leaf didn’t occur to him. Words were his salvation.

Sometimes, they were all you had.

Laguna bent his head forward and plucked a single black strand from his hair. His agile fingers tied the strand around the base of the leaf as he knelt on one knee before the grave at his feet. He leaned forward to place it on the small headstone sitting flush with the ground, a patch of wildflowers growing to one side. His hand lingered to gently touch the name engraved on the stone, the sensitive fingertips tracing out each letter before withdrawing, leaving the leaf behind. He folded his arms across an upright knee and gazed down at the grave.

“Raine,” he said, his voice dark and smoky and gentle, “I miss you so much, Raine. I’ve been working to bring peace back to our world; the last few years haven’t been easy on anyone. Ellone is doing well, and you’d be proud of our son…” his voice trailed off as he thought of the son who would barely speak to him. “He’s still angry with me, but I don’t blame him. I left you both when you needed me. It’s something that’s not easily forgiven.” Blue eyes closed for a moment as memories came pouring back. Finally he was able to continue.

“I’d like to stay here in Winhill, close to you, but I can’t. I had to sneak past Kiros and Ward to get out of Esthar.” Laguna scratched his head and smiled ruefully, his unaccustomed seriousness fading somewhat. “I’m sure I’ll hear all about it when I get back, the constant refrain about the roles and responsibilities of being President. I’ll go back and continue doing the best I can, but I think of you every day, Raine. I hope… I hope that you know that.” He sighed and reached down one more time to touch the headstone.

I’ll see you again some day, Raine.

Laguna glanced up as the last of the sunset fled beneath the horizon, the pattern of stars showing up brightly against the dark sky. He stood and stretched, checking the position of his machine gun in preparation for the trip back to Winhill. A bright red shooting star streaked across the sky and caught his attention. He paused in his motions and stared after it wonderingly, a smile slowly brightening his face as he remembered sharing sights like that with Raine.

“Laguna Loire.” It was a statement, not a question, and it caught Laguna’s attention immediately. He whirled towards the voice, one hand reaching for his weapon.

The person before him had blue-tinged skin. The tips of tightly folded wings showed above his shoulders and his face was calm and inscrutable. “Laguna Loire, you have been summoned,” he said.

Laguna completed the motion of pulling his machine gun around into position and then paused, studying the apparition in front of him. He cocked his head and looked puzzled.

“Summoned? Where? And by whom?” he questioned.

“You have been summoned to participate in a great tournament, the Rurouni Taikai Tactics. Many are considered, few are chosen. You are one of those few. Where and by who is not your concern, the only thing facing you now is success or failure. Come with me.” The draconic man extended one hand in invitation.

Laguna studied the hand and then took a step back. “Wait just a minute,” he started to protest, and then stumbled as his left leg cramped up. With a loud “ow” he bent over and began massaging the spasmed muscle.

The extended hand was drawn back slowly and the man cocked one eyebrow. “Does this happen to you often?” he inquired in a tone of delicate disbelief.

“Only when I get nervous,” Laguna muttered, finally straightening up with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

“Now, what were you saying? Oh yeah, some kind of tournament but you won’t tell me where or by whom. So why exactly should I go with you, an unknown autocratic winged thingie with blue skin?”

A pained look passed over the man’s face at the “winged thingie” comment, but he let it slide.

“You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter, Laguna Loire. You have been summoned and you will attend. Neither dead lovers or estranged sons nor governments are your concern from this moment forward.”

Laguna scowled at this last comment and opened his mouth to argue, but the man rapidly extended his wings fully and advanced upon the ex-Galbadian soldier.

“You will come!” he thundered, and grasped Laguna’s shoulder in one incredibly strong hand. Laguna gasped and nearly fell down as his leg cramped up twice as badly as before.

“But, I’m bad with maps!” he protested loudly as the two of them faded, the night falling silent around Raine’s grave.

The wind crept back, lying low to the ground as it approached the grave site. With a delighted chuckle it grabbed the aspen leaf once more and skirled it up and up and up until it disappeared into the depths of the night sky.


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

Exeter
RTT-Delita Hyral
Posts: 64
(6/1/02 6:22:00 pm)

Re: Introduction: Laguna Loire
Here's the first part. I'll write the next one tomorrow.

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Introduction: Delita Hyral (Part 1)

A cold wind blew across the battlements of Zeltennia castle as black clouds gathered in the dark sky above, an ominous indication of the storm quickly approaching. The moon was full, the stars bright, the day long past. Only the occasional whisper of the breeze drifting through the grass below and the chirping of crickets in the distance disturbed the blessed tranquility of the night.

Delita Hyral had never felt so burdened.

Looking out from the balcony of his room on the top floor of the palace, the King of Ivalice tried to quell the thoughts and memories spiraling through his mind, hoping he might yet get a little rest before day came again, but it was to no avail. Every sort of emotion he had felt since Teta had been kidnapped from Beoulve castle was engaged in a full-scale attack upon his psyche, and he could think of no real way, short of jumping off the balcony, to fight back.

Feelings of guilt, in particular—something he’d never really grown accustomed to, yet seemed to be experiencing more and more frequently—slowly wrapped their icy fingers around his mind, invoking such a stir within his soul that the concept of leaping from the balcony grew more and more appealing.

It had been the six-month anniversary of Alma’s funeral yesterday. Ramza’s as well, really, but Ramza was considered a heretic by the church, and so he hadn’t been given such a service.

Heretic. The feelings of guilt slowly gave way to a rising, hateful fury that demanded a target upon which it could be unleashed. Wishful thinking, really; the cause of this anger, thoughts of those who had declared Ramza a heretic in the first place, had more or less put Delita where he was now. He was powerless against them, a fact that drew forth a single bark of hoarse laughter.

It was ironic, that he had risen his way up through the ranks of the Glabados Church, that all those who might have been above him were now dead, and, in the eyes of nearly everyone, he was considered a true savior, a faithful disciple of Ajora, and yet he was still a dog of that damnable church.

“Being King’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Delita muttered, studying the horizon.

Ovelia hadn’t spoken to him since yesterday afternoon, and even that was only to tell him to leave her alone. She was still in her rooms, likely as restless as he, and probably crying. She still had never forgiven him for refusing to let her attend the funeral, despite his explanations. Attending the funeral of a heretic, or even the sister of a heretic, was something the King and Queen of Ivalice simply wouldn’t have done. He hated himself for it as much as she likely did, but he hadn’t been given a choice. He was the king, the people’s hero, the ender of the conflict the historians were now beginning to call the Lion War, and he had a responsibility, a duty to his people to live up to their dreams, even if that meant abandoning his own.

It was difficult for Delita to admit, even to himself, but times like this he couldn't help but vainly wish he could be working on the farm with his parents and sister by his side, instead of being so alone, King of Ivalice or no.

The plague and the Beoulves had killed that hope a long time ago.

Sighing, Delita turned and returned to his bedchamber, eyeing the crimson and gold suit of armor and the sword and shield that stood proudly beside them on the far wall as he passed through the door. A long time had passed since he had used them for anything other than a decoration.

It hadn’t been too long ago, really, that he and Ovelia had been on better terms with one another. She had known as well as he did that his reasons for marrying her weren’t as simple as love, but she loved him, and he had been beginning to think that he loved her, as well. Lately, though, they had gotten into one argument after another, until the incident that had cut off any immediate possibilities of reconciliation.

-- Ovelia looked up into his dark eyes, tears streaming down her face.

“What…what did you say?”

Delita repeated himself angrily. “I said it’s better they’re dead, Ovelia! You know as well as I that the church would have captured them eventually anyway! They only would’ve gotten in the way of everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve since then!”

The slap sent his head spinning, though he had expected it. He knew he probably deserved it, as well.

He had one last look at Ovelia's pained expression before she was gone...
--

He had been upset. She knew that. But had she accepted his apologies? No!

“…It was your fault, and you know it,” Delita whispered to himself as he collapsed onto his bed.

The guilt had returned.

Once more in the grasp of those icy fingers, Delita allowed the dreams to take him…

End Part 1
***

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They're all swept up in the same flow. I'm just going against it.

Edited by: Exeter at: 6/1/02 6:23:45 pm
Kellios
RTT: Aeris Gainsborough
Posts: 18
(6/1/02 10:45:22 pm)

Re: Introduction: Aeris Gainsborough
God, part 1 is already 3 pages in Word o_O;; Although this is the most I have written for a character, and I fould this quite fun. Anyways, I hope it's not too long ^^;;
*******

Hush, young one,
For I have a story to tell...
Of knights and their swords,
And of maidens and their magic.....

Hush, young child, for you must here,
Of why dragons are made of gold,
And how once children had pet faeries....


******

Introduction: Part 1 of 2

“That’s the Black Materia…”

Cloud stared down at the Black Materia that graced the bottom of the pit, where the Temple of the Ancients once laid. Aeris’ heart fluttered at once. The Temple was gone. Part of her was gone, but the Planet was safe. As long as they would hold the Black Materia, she would sacrifice everything and anything to make sure the world was safe. Aeris’ thoughts were jumbled as Cloud started to make his was down the pit, and Aeris soon followed him. Once at the bottom, he picked it up, and examined the rough, raven colored mater in his hand.

“As long as we have this, Sephiroth won’t be able to use Meteor.” He paused a moment, then turned to Aeris, holding out the crystal in front of him, “Can you guys use it?”

“Nope, we can't use it right now. You need great spiritual power to use it.” She replied quietly, still eyeing the stone in his hand.

“You mean lost of spiritual energy?”

“That’s right. One person’s power alone won’t do it. Somewhere special. Where there is plenty of the Planet’s energy…”

She paused a moment, trailed after in her thoughts, and then suddenly sparked up, “Oh yeah! The Promise Land!”

“The Promise land? No, but…”

“Sephiroth is different. He’s not an Ancient.” She interrupted him, but he still felt distressed.

“He shouldn’t be able to find the Promise Land….”

As soon as Cloud spoke, a white flash came over the pit, and Aeris’ sense went wild within her. Cloud clutched his head, and started writhing in agony at the bottom of the pit. Aeris bent down in haste and put an arm over Cloud, who was still screaming. Aeris looked above her to the top of the pit, where her senses told her great danger was near.

“I'm far superior to the Ancients. I became a traveler of the Lifestream and gained the knowledge and wisdom of the Ancients. I also gained the knowledge and wisdom of those after the extinction of the Ancients. And soon, I will create the future!”

Sephiroth spat down upon Aeris and Cloud, and soon floated down to the pit, right next to Cloud’s now limp body, and was smirking, his shoulders shaking in a silent chuckle.

“I won’t let you do it! The future is not only yours!” Aeris cried to Sephiroth, her eyes flaring, enraged in her own fears and feelings. Sephiroth floated up slightly, and only laughed more.

“Hahahaha!! Oh, I wonder…” The pit goes white once again, blinding Aeris, and sending her to the ground in a cry of pain. She watches as Cloud slowly regains himself and then hand over the Black Materia to Sephiroth. Aeris tried to move, but Sephiroth’s power kept her down. She watched in horror as Cloud gave the Materia to Sephiroth, who stood there, grinning, calling upon Cloud as if her were a small child. Sephiroth was smiling to his wildest dreams, and once he held the materia, he nodded to Cloud, and then clentched his fist over the small orb. He suddenly thrusts his head towards the sky, one more white flash came over the pit and Aeris once again was blinded for a moment, and she heard Cloud’s shrieks of pain. Once the flash was over, Cloud clutched himself in a ball at the bottom of the pit, trembling like a starving cat in a city alley. Aeris got up, and stumbled to him, and bent down to try and sooth him.

“Cloud, are you alright?”

Cloud was in a state of utter confusion, “…I gave the Black Materia to Sephiroth….?” He falls down, his face at the bottom of Aeris’ feet. She patted the back of his head for comfort.

“Wha… what did I do? Tell me, Aeris….” She stayed there bent over him, but said nothing, contemplating what she wanted to say.

“Cloud, be strong… okay?” She said quietly, so that only her could hear. Cloud shuddered as if from a chill.

“Oh god…. What have I done?” Cloud was trembling again.

“Cloud… you haven’t done anything. It’s not your fault.” She replied, and was rubbing the back of his head like a mother would do to a child. Cloud stopped trembling and looked up at Aeris, with ice cold eyes.

And he punched her.

Aeris fell back from the blow, her head spinning of what just happened. Cloud lets out a cry and lands on top of Aeris, hitting her punch after punch. Aeris tried putting her hands and arms up for defense, but it wasn’t enough. She cried out in pain and tensed herself as much as she could, but she felt no match for the mako infused man that was now striking her. It was no use. Aeris had to do the last thing that she could do. She concentrated as hard as she could, and then everything went black.

****

“Cloud? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you. Sorry for what happened.”

Aeris walks from behind a mystical tree, and turns her back, “Don’t worry about it.”

“…I can’t help it…”

“Oh…” She walks to another tree, and disappears behind it, only to reappear behind the opposite tree of the path. She smiles warmly, “Then, why don’t you REALLY worry about it?” She runs forward, and does a small skip into the air, to disappear behind one tree and the walk out on a limb of another.

“And let me handle Sephiroth.” She giggles, and runs of the limb, to the other side of the path, and once more vanishes from sight, “And Cloud, take care of yourself, so that you don’t have a breakdown. Okay?”

She walks out from another tree, her hands behind her back, and her head turned towards the sky. Cloud floats down from a tree, and hits the ground softly. A few branches sway and a rustle of leaves can be heard.

Cloud turns his head to all sides of himself, and turns back to Aeris, who’s turned profile to him, “What is this place?”

Aeris stretches a bit and relaxes, “This forest leads to the City of the Ancients… and it is called the Sleeping Forest.”

She then turns her head to face Cloud, and cocks her head to the side her so slightly, “It's only a matter of time before Sephiroth uses Meteor. That's why I'm going to protect it. Only a survivor of the Cetra, like me, can do it.”

She turns her head towards the light of the forest as if she heard something, and then swayed her head back to Cloud, “The secret is just up here.”

She shakes her head and shrugs, “At least, it should be… I feel it. It feels like I’m being led by something.”

She does a spin around, and then faces Cloud, with a smile playing on her face and light emerald eyes that lit the forest up, “Then, I’ll be going now. I’ll come back when it’s all over…”

Cloud just gazed at her as if he was mystified, and Aeris bent down to him, and touched his cheek, and for a second, had a sad look in her eye. She slowly stood up, and turned around to walk out of the forest, while Cloud just watched her go. She closed her eyes as she walked on.

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"I'll come back when it's all over"~~Aeris Gainsborough

Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 58
(6/2/02 6:59:58 am)

Re: Introduction: Aeris Gainsborough
Wow.. my intro really DOES suck compared to everyone elses...

:(

Ah well. I promise to do better in the actual tourney, or Jeff will eat me!

"Yeah! Tasty mooortalllllll...."

Oh shut up, you.


Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos

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