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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 148
(6/11/02 9:20:45 pm)
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What do you guys call it? The 'Baka Effect'?
Act Six, Scene Three: Reawakening
The host... the construct... the failed god... he didn't know what to think of himself anymore. Surely he was dead, his energy run out as it had for the ones before him, and thus was in no need for a title for himself. Silly me, he thought. I died before I could come up with a name for myself. He chuckled in his mind. A dozen titles for myself, and yet no name. Considering my existance, it's a strangely fitting end...
Wait a minute... If I'm dead, how am I... "...thinking?" The construct spoke the last word, his mouth filling with fluid as he did. He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded with a clear green fluid, suspended in a clear cylinder. A dozen crystal points were arranged in three long columns down the side of the column, and outside of the cylinder he could see the impassive face of Dr. Dereli. The familiar weight of his clothing had been removed, leaving only his underpants and bracer, and he saw the shirts and pants hanging outside in the lab.
He blinked as a feeling of deja-vu. This scene, it's the same as when I was created. Less people around, but other than that... it could be the day I was born.
The host watched as Dereli walked over to a console and pressed several buttons. The green fluid slowly drained from the capsule, some of it sticking to his skin as he was exposed to the air. Once the fluid has all drained, the cylinder emitted a loud hissing sound as it raised up from it's pedestal. The host walked forward as the cylinder came up over his head, and in doing so found that it was once again easy, a natural action. When he had been running low, even walking had taken a considerable effort, but now... My energy has been restored.
"Doctor!" he cried out excitedly as Dereli turned to him. "You saved my life! You restored my energy! How can I ever thank you?"
"Do not thank me, for I have only delayed your death a day." Dereli frowned, introducing more wrinkles to his face. "I worked over the power system as long as I could, and I will be questioned for a long time indeed as to how exactly I could use the entire energy output of an antimatter reactor, but even with so much energy, I could only grant you a day." He turned his back to his creation. "Your accusations before you left stand true. I am incapable of causing anything but pain with my scientific knowledge."
The construct was taken aback by this. "You... you still hold those comments in your heart? I never thought you would take my words seriously enough to mean anything." He picked up the old man and turned him around. "I'm apologize for my previous comments. Your science has helped me - no, it created me - and soon, your life's experiment will be complete. You just needed to wait for the experiment to travel it's full course."
Dereli raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you mean?"
"I found a way, Doctor. I said that I would find a way out there in the Multiverse, and I did! And due to the energy you have just given me, you will have soon created a kind and benevolent god, just as you wanted!" The host cocked his head to one side. "Unless the resulting power rush drives me completely insane, filling me with a desire to end all life. But I don't think that will happen."
"You-you mean..." Feeling his legs about to give out, Dereli made his way to a nearby chair. "How did you find it!? What does it entail!?"
"In good time, I shall tell you, my good doctor. But as you said, I have only a day, so..." He snapped his fingers, and his clothing reappeared on him, perfectly pressed and neat. "I must be off!" He pulled a white crystal from his pocket ( The last time I'll have to use one of these...), and threw it against the ground.
As his creation disappeared in a white flash, Dereli had a thought. He never removed it. He always said that he was going to, but he never did...
The mark on his back, the mark I put on all of my creations... it's still there...
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Disciples of Wind: -3 damage
Kuroki Kaze: -2 damage
Vivi Orniter: -1 damage
Ivan: 0 damage
Two on One: 32 damage
Gilder: 9 damage
Ramirez: 9 damage
Scarlett Welles: 14 damage
The Reluctant Ones: 44 damage
Laguna Loire: 7 damage
Isaac: 16 damage
Yoshi: 21 damage
And so, as we enter the final round, we bid farewell to Isaac, young master of swords and Psynergy; Laguna Loire, passionate writer and statesman; and Yoshi, the cheerful and intelligent dinosaur.
All of you finalists... well, if you aren't it an AIM chat, you should be! Even you, Soujiro! I have matters of timing to discuss!!!
 ~ I am you, and you are me ~ This defies reality ~ Whether this is false or true ~ You are me, and I am you
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AsylumXKP
RTT::Conker
Posts: 72
(6/11/02 9:36:09 pm)
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Re: What do you guys call it? The 'Baka Effect'?
I think Baka wins the "Flawless Victory!" award if there is one
21 votes on Yoshi? What is up with people eliminating the "Cutesy" characters? Well, okay 2 of those votes were mine, my bad. But at least we had a rivalry going I'll be trying to think of a good showdown between Bowser and Yoshi. Or Conker and Yoshi. Or Conker VS Whoever. Whatever.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna get tanked tonight!"
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Shizuyoko
RTT::Laguna Loire
Posts: 133
(6/11/02 9:50:28 pm)
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Congratulations!
Congratulations to Two on One and Disciples of Wind. All of you kick the proverbial butt and I expect Round 7 to be a lot of different types of adjectives, none of them bad or boring!
^____^
Shizuyoko

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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 66
(6/11/02 9:59:30 pm)
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Re: What do you guys call it? The 'Baka Effect'?
*scratches head*
Baka going for a 3-peat?
*Precognition activates*
Baka will go out in Round One of RT3 with the most votes ever.

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daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 43
(6/11/02 10:00:52 pm)
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Ryo vs Kaze (Part IV)
(Recommended listening: Guilty Gear X – Awe Of She)
The Diamond and The Tiger: Reflection
Ryo took up the evasive Swallow stance once more as Shiva slowly crossed her arms and the eight small ice shards she had formed span around her body in a wide circle. As the first shining dagger broke away and darted toward him the teenager realised that this beautiful creature was far more deadly than Kaze, her eyes never left his for even a moment. Unable to read her intentions he desperately tried to follow the attack itself and dodged to the left, thrusting his open hand out to shatter the makeshift weapon as it passed. His strike shattered the ice dagger easily, but the sharp cold hurt him almost as much as if it had pierced him.
Shiva broke eye contact and chuckled quietly, “If you must learn such a simple lesson more than once then there may be little hope for you”. And not even bothering to raise her eyes she willed the other seven daggers toward Ryo in rapid succession. Forgoing the counter-strike he simply attempted to dodge the projectiles and did so by the narrowest of margins as each flew by and shattered of their own accord. It had taken his full concentration to achieve that much but as he looked back at Shiva, her eyes still closed, he could see that she had not even made an effort to aim the daggers.
She’s not even taking me seriously, Ryo felt a mixture of fear and rage. Then I’ll make her! And with that he ran toward the ice maiden, without even a thought to another projectile attack. Shiva opened her eyes and moved into a relaxed combat stance, standing sideways with one hand behind her back and the other loosely held straight out almost beckoning the young warrior on. Ryo was only too eager to oblige. With a deep cry he struck out with a kick at her throat. It did not even get close. With the slightest flick of her open hand Shiva knocked his leg aside with such force that the teenager struggled to keep his balance. Still he managed to use the momentum of her counter to spin into a roundhouse kick at her side, but that too was brushed aside by a simple movement of her hand.
He took a step back to rethink his tactics for a second, then decided to try a different type of strike. Feinting a downward punch Ryo moved into the Rising Flash uppercut, trying to get under Shiva’s defence. The ice queen simply took one step back and grabbed his wrist with a vice-like grip. The muscles in Ryo’s arm spasmed involuntarily at the burning cold and he grit his teeth against the pain. Moving nothing more than her arm Shiva than tossed the teenager backward, sending him skidding along the smooth floor. It was then that he realised he had seen that style before. It was that used by Lishao Tao, she who had taught him the basic principles of kung-fu in Hong Kong, the four Wude.
“If only you could see yourself, Ryo Hazuki” Shiva sounded disappointed. “Rising Flash, a technique you learning from a scroll in an antique’s shop. Without even a master to teach you the correct form. And still you use such an attack in actual combat. You are not even worthy to have my gaze cast upon you.”
The queen of ice drew her hands up above her head then brought them slowly down to her sides. As she did this a white mist arose behind her, solidifying into a large throne of ice. As she sat down the semicircle of icicles behind her head seemed to form a grand crown. Ryo was still picking himself up from the floor as she spoke once more.
“You claim to seek some great truth in the eyes of this one” she motioned to Kaze who stood by a wall far behind Shiva, watching the battle with little apparent interest. “But something so important may not be found in another. It is your own eyes you must seek, Ryo Hazuki. And for that you must have a mirror of sufficient clarity.”
Thin wisps of mist twisted up around the throne as the ice maiden raised her hand palm up and slowly turned it down. Ryo heard a sharp crack from high above and whipped his head back to see that one of the large icicles that had formed on the library’s ceiling had detached. The huge projectile whistled through the air as it descended and drew a shadow down over the teenager. With a heartbeat to spare he used all four of his limbs to push himself out of the path of the icy juggernaut. The icicle the size of a car pounded into the crystal floor causing deadly shards of each to be hurled in all directions. Tiny splinters raked the young Hazuki’s arms and legs but luckily the larger pieces flew past harmlessly. As the lethal rain ended he returned to his feet.
Considering Shiva’s words Ryo decided against using the partial techniques he had learned and took up his basic Hazuki stance, advancing more calmly. The ice queen smiled and sat forward. She then reached out her hands toward the floor and the thick white mist spread out again. The already reflective crystal floor began to glitter and shine all the more as the entire surface turned to ice. Suddenly attack options were the last thing on his mind as he had to swiftly re-learn how to stand up. He was a little surprised to find that the ice maiden did not laugh at him, but rather watched patiently as he stumbled and attempted to regain his balance. This he managed to do quickly since balance was an essential basic in any form of martial art. At that point Shiva stood and with a wave of her hands the throne disintegrated into sparkling dust.
Ryo kicked off from a nearby pedestal and skated in a wide arc toward Shiva, building confidence with every stroke. He was building up tremendous momentum and as he leapt into a Hazuki Cyclone Kick he flew twice as far as on a normal run-up. This time Shiva needed both arms to block the strike as it impacted solidly. Landing effortlessly on one foot Ryo instinctively followed up with a flurry of punches, each a strike drilled into him by his father since his childhood. The ice queen managed to block every attack, but was clearly having to concentrate in order to do so now. At last she took an opening and whipped out her leg in a snapping kick to Ryo’s side. The teenager stumbled but jumped up and dug his heels against the ice to brake and regain balance. When he looked around Shiva had begun skating as well. Her movements were subtle but she had already gathered considerable speed as she cut around the library floor. But what really surprised the teenager was her expression. She was smiling; and not in the frenzied excitement of battle but a calm joy that seemed so foreign to him now. As she curved in toward him the smile turned to a smirk as she lashed out with a high reverse spinning kick. Ryo ducked and thrust his elbow up, successfully deflecting the attack but Shiva arced around tightly for another pass.
This time Ryo was ready and struck out with a sharp jab. The teenager was shocked as the ice queen did not attempt to even defend and his fist slammed solidly into her face. However, she did not even flinch at the impact and instead grabbed him by the shoulders. She drew me in, he realised all too late. With a flick of the wrists she flung him back across the ice. Just as Ryo was recovering she flipped her hands upward and a thick mist materialised around the teenager. In an instant it solidified into a giant fist of ice that snapped shut its frozen fingers, trapping him. His entire body screamed in agony from the cold that felt as though he had been stabbed over every inch.
Shiva skated up calmly and stopped before him. She stared at him intently, as if she were waiting for something. He did not wish to disappoint her.
”No, no. Not like that”. In his mind he could still hear his father criticising his form … no, it was always guidance. “Put your whole body behind the blow. Yes, that’s it.” Always.
The ice queen cocked her head curiously as a renewed intensity burned within the young Hazuki’s eyes. “Solarian Deathblow” he began, steam beginning to rise from the ice around him. “Hell Fire!” he yelled, as flames erupted around him melting the fist of ice in an instant. The inferno continued to burn around Ryo as he dashed toward Shiva…
”Put your whole body behind the blow.”
…and executed one of the most basic Hazuki style techniques with incredible force, the elbow Assault. The ice queen raised her arms to block, but the burning strike broke through and smashed against her collarbone, knocking her sprawling to the ground.
The flames died away and Ryo stood panting heavily with his hands on his knees. But before he could regain his strength, Shiva’s laughter echoed around the library.
“I believe that will do for now” she laughed as she rose effortlessly with no sign of injury. “I have so little to do at times that I must enjoy these little diversions to the utmost. But now, I was summoned for a reason…”
Shiva moved so fast that the teenager’s eyes could barely follow her as her fist struck his abdomen, doubling him over. As he collapsed to the ground he awaited the finishing blow … but it never came. White mist rose up and swirled into a portal behind Shiva. As she approached it she turned and spoke one final time.
“You are truly blessed, Ryo Hazuki. For you have been given the teachings of so many with pure intentions … even while you walked the path of vengeance. Perhaps all that prevents you from having the eyes of Lan Di is the company you keep.”
And without a further word between them, the Ice Queen was gone.
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OOC: Owch ... 5am. I'm about to pass out, literally.
Finish it, Soujiro.
Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?"
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The Virtual Cat
RTT::Yoshi
Posts: 34
(6/11/02 10:16:28 pm)
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Yoshi vs Whoever...
AsylumXKP: I'd love to have a hand in writing a big showdown between Bowser and Yoshi. (Or Conker and Yoshi. Whichever.)
Do contact me over one of the following media and we can think something up.
Email/MSN: thevirtualcat@hotmail.com
AIM: thevirtualcat
ICQ: 37078757
Y!: the_real_virtual_cat
(A wonderful thing, Trillian is. )
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I am .

Yes. I do see the typo. No. I'm not going to change it.
 Edited by: The Virtual Cat at: 6/11/02 10:17:49 pm
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Switchblade
RTT- Ryogo Kusama
Posts: 78
(6/11/02 10:22:43 pm)
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Chibi goodness
A special treat for those continuing on:
*Chibi Ryogo wheels in a barrel full of Jello Snack Cups.*
Chibi Ryogo: Jello Snack Cups for everybody!
Imaginary Chibi Pham: The barrel's empty.
Chibi Ryogo: Huh? *looks in barrel* Hey, where'd all the Jello Snack Cups go?
Narrator: If you can't see where this is going you obviously haven't been paying that much attention.
Imaginary Chibi Pham: Over there. *points*
*Chibi Vamp stands on top of a table gogo dancing in a Jello Snack Cup-filled bikini.*
Chibi Ryogo: I think it kind of loses the effect when you leave the Jello in the Snack Cups.
Imaginary Chibi Pham: Indeed it does, thank God.
Chibi Ryogo: He's not even in this tournament.
Imaginary Chibi Pham: it doesn't matter, bad mental images transcend tournament rosters.
*Chibi Vamp dances a little more and a Jello Snack Cup falls out of his top.*
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Soujiro Seta
RTT :: Kaze
Posts: 45
(6/12/02 12:14:19 am)
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Hah...bet you thought we were done!
The Pure Land - IV
Ryo Hazuki lay there on the ground, his whole body numb to the sensation of pain, superceded by the sense of extreme cold. There, laying on the icy crystal floor, looking up into the sky through the translucent half-sphere of crystal that formed the dome, he took in the feeling for the first time since he had seen the ice queen.
My God…I feel horrible. It’s hard to even get moving; it’s like my muscles are twitching from the temperature. He turned his head over to where Kaze lay, far across the wide tower’s floor at the edge of the circlular emblem cast upon its surface. I wonder…if that’s how he’s feeling right now… He held the back of his left fist up to his face; it was almost completely white due to lack of circulation.
“I need to get out of here pretty soon” he told himself aloud. “At least to get treatment.” His gaze traveled from his left fist up to his left arm, where still a long cut ran along its length, kept from bleeding by a freezing cauterization. It’d have to be a straight line back to that clinic for him – once he left the library, that wound would start to thaw, and it’d be a nasty one, as clean of a cut as it was. Lying there, he heard a soft voice not quite in synch with the reality he knew.
”Oh yes, young Hazuki; I almost forgot to leave my signature here, as is requested of all who are summoned. The pure crystal of this building has been supercooled by my presence; its whole constitution is now that of the thinnest glass…” Even though it was only her voice he heard, Ryo could almost imagine the ice goddess’s full blue lips turning up in a wry smile. Then he thought about ramifications.
“Urk…this is not good.” He groaned and tried to sit up. If two followed one and he could recognize a bad premonition, he knew something of what would be coming next.
”And thus, Ryo Hazuki, I leave you with my most precious kiss; the glittering sparkle of my Diamond Dust. You will not forget it, as long as you live…” If he knew anything about mischievous friendly challenges, that was surely one. But as he stretched his torso out over his leg trying to regain muscle flexibility, he heard that altogether ominous sound, a crackling and popping that was more like a god’s yawn.
Oh man, oh man, if I get out of here, I am SO gonna treat myself at the convenience store! Ryo bolted up, wincing as he rose unsteadily to his feet. A glistening powder began to drift down from the ceiling, crumbling shards of crystal wrested from the grinding edges of the cracks. As he turned to make his best effort of a sprint from the building, he eyes fell on the form of Kaze, still lying at the edge of the floor, half in the sunlight.
”Don’t worry about him, young one; we are still working on him. He cannot fade away before his time.”
“But…I can’t just leave him here!” Ryo turned back around, intent on bringing his once-opponent out of the building with him. “I’d be just like Lan Di!” He started to move as quickly as he could, cold muscles straining with every motion. But he fell back as a chunk of ceiling sailed down from on high to wedge itself in the floor between he and Kaze.
”Your concern for even one who is your enemy already sets you apart from your father’s murderer. Never lose that quality, for such is the benevolence on which the gods smile. Now go, and bear witness to that which is divine!” Her voice rang in Ryo’s head as he turned and jogged slowly toward the exit. The air seemed to still as he drew near to the great arching doorway, then he heard the sharp snap of fingers, as if to cue something. Then, the air was filled with a deafening roar as the crystal of the building seemed to explode into a billion pieces, sharp rubble piercing nearby buildings and shattering the streets where it hit, steaming as the warm sun shone upon its brittle glassiness.
Ryo dove through the door as the great and beautiful building seemed to combust in spectacular frozen glory, rolling down the steps and into the street. It was a scene straight from a Hong Kong action movie, only this wasn’t even close to Hong Kong, and his enemy was decidedly out of the ordinary. Picking himself up as shards of white dust continued to imbed themselves into everything around the building’s prominent mass, he limped down a connecting alleyway as fast as he could. His muscles were beginning to show the first signs of thawing; he could feel it, as if his body were awaking from a great imprisonment. But that meant his arm wound would begin to bleed soon, and he would need to seek the clinic. He could not help but turn around one last time and take in the chaos of the buiding that both exploded and collapsed in upon itself. It was like the beauty of a flower that withered before one’s eyes, beauty only in an instant. As a martial artist, his task was to see past the recognition of an instant, to set his sight on things more profound. Beauty and destruction, juxtaposed so well – it was indeed a sight that would be imprinted on his heart as long as he would live. Something for the contemplation of quiet times, a secret held to his heart from which he would draw calmness in unsure times.
Kuroki Kaze…certainly he was still in there. But Shiva said ‘we’re still working on him’…does that mean he’s safe? Maybe he is…for some reason, it seems like even a falling castle wouldn’t stop his mission, whatever it is. He turned away from the rain of crystal shards and began to jog back to where he remembered the clinic would be. His legs were warming by the minute and he pushed them as much as they’d allow. As if trading to maintain a balance, pain came to his body as the sense of numbness slowly subsided.
“Look at us” he winced, musing as he jogged past scenes of destruction formed while he was in the library “we kinda do wreck everywhere we go, don’t we?”
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Okay, NOW we're done. :P
That was quite the effort, but it was worth it. Mad props to my collaborator Daigohji for a wild fight that spanned the whole round!
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Soil! My strength!
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