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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 34
(6/6/02 11:42:29 pm)
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Re: CH1B1 P0W4R!
(*wearing a visor, and clacking away on a calculator* Hmm.... Let's see.. if my calculations are correct... Haha!! Lucky number 13!!)
Alright, seems I can't remember when the end of the round is, and I have a crapload of SP left, I'm randomly dispursing it. :P If you get hit, soreeee.. That's the way the dice rolls. Or some other snazzy quote. ^_^; There is no real 'story' to go with this, other than this explination. After out team got back together, we went around shaking buildings, to stir up some trouble. Of course, Rubble fell upon these people in the midst of our... weird... uh... galavanting.
(Paaaaaaiiiinn.... ;_ Well, not as much pain as Ryo.(!!)
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Vital Blow against these peeps:
Isaac
Ivan
Delita
Ryogo
(Chaos control!!! *Vanishes with a green light before she can get beat the smack out of. X_X*)
*Bricked*
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Sylphid
RTT - Vivi
Posts: 39
(6/7/02 12:00:08 am)
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3-5
The snoring mage slept alongside his two friends. The ebony cape had been draped over his suit of armour and the mage comfortably rested his head upon his gloved hands, drifting into slumber...
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His world was one of serenity. A peaceful, quiet evening in the grassy fields surrounding Lindblum, which stood majestically in the distance. A breeze picked up, rustling the tall tules all around. Above, the starlit heavens cast their celestial gaze upon the fields as the moon illuminated the world in a silver gleam.
And he was alone.
Vivi stood in the center of the field. All was quiet and calm, save for the gentle rustling of the wind on his hat and cape. Still protected by his combat armour, the mage took a few steps forward and looked around, gazing about.
It's... it's beautiful...
The only sound was the whispering of the wind along the tall blades of grass. It was truly a sight to behold.
Cannon-fire went off to the right. A loud blast and explosion soon followed, sending tremors through the ground and the mage to his knees. Knocked from his peaceful state, the mage quickly looked about, trying to determine the source of the commotion.
And there it was... an armada of airships... heading straight for Lindblum, and launching an offensive assault!
No... NO! the mage shouted in shock. The attack on Lindblum... it was happening all over in his mind!
A barrage of cannon fire continued. Explosions rocked the earth as portions of Lindblum went up in smoke and flame.
Why... WHY is this happening? the mage shouted over the cannon fire and explosions. But none heard him.
The great Red Rose pushed ahead of the assault. Brahne... the mage thought.
And then instantly, the mage knew what was going to happen next.
Nooo~!! he shouted helplessly.
But there was no stopping the summon of Atmos.
The form appeared out of thin air, called forth from another dimension - the hideous, gaping creature that slowly began to open its mouth and inhale deeply...
Parts of Lindblum collapsed. Others simply continued to explode or burn. Debris was sucked from all corners of the grande castle city as the mighty summoned Atmos continued to inhale the city's contents and transport them to the X-Zone... beyond the reach of any mortal being.
Structures continued to collapse, sending deafening sounds echoing through the night. Faint screams of people could be heard as they were sucked into the summoned creature. Debris continued to be absorbed or scattered in random directions as the chaos continued...
And then, as suddenly as it had appeared, Atmos became enveloped in a green aura and returned to the dimension he was borne from. The debris floating in the air halted and began to accelerate towards the planet. Another structure began to collapse. More explosions echoed in the night. People screamed and cried. Fires burnt in the distance.
And Vivi stood trembling in the fields, alone...
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"No. 288...?" the mage asked the form in the darkness.
"Why yes, Vivi...? It's rather late, don't you think?" the clone replied.
It was a moonlit evening in the Black Mage Village. Vivi had stepped out for a bit to walk around...
"Um... I-I have a question..." the young mage stammered.
"Go right ahead," said No. 288.
"Um... w-well, you said a few of the o-other black mages... er... s-stopped moving..."
"Yes..." No. 288 sighed, looking into the heavens. "Their life spans ended unexpectedly..."
"Y-You mean... a-after a while, i-it will happen to... m-me too...?" Vivi quivered.
What...?
"Yes, young one..." the clone replied grimly. "It happens to all of us eventually..."
Why... am I suddenly recalling this...?
"But... i-if our l-lives are s-so short..." Vivi began, then stopped suddenly, adjusting his hat as he looked at the ground solemnly. "Th-then..."
The mage paused, then began again. "W-why do we exist...? W-what... is our purpose here...? T-to die...?"
Why am I remembering all this... now?
And everything faded to black once more, leaving the mage once more to himself.
 Vivi has returned once again for Rurouni Taikai Tactics. Member of Team ~Disciples of Wind~ Sponsored by Sylphid
Lord Sylphid - Master of Wind Madness takes its toll... please carry exact change.
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TenshiKain
RTT :: Ramirez
Posts: 30
(6/7/02 12:00:51 am)
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Re: A New Purpose. Chapter 3: The Battle
I'll come back and edit this in a minute.
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"Nothing yet, comma- no, wait. Here they are. Rebels ahead! Send in the reinforcements. Hydra Ten out."
Ramirez gave a sideways glance to the soldier designated "Hydra Ten" beside him, twisting his lip in distaste. For all his worth as an operator over the strange comlink he wore on his wrist, the man really didn't sound as confident as Ramirez would have expected him to be. Granted, they were facing an enemy with just as much in number as they sported, and with the exact same, crude futuristic technology as their weaponry. He stood with the man side-by-side, more or less, in front of Scarlett and Gilder, who geared up amidst the some eight dozen troopers in this regiment. Theirs was only a support division- they'd not actually see the front lines- but theirs would be supplying the cover fire for the main assault force. It was their job to maintain the barrier here, at the mouth of the large space that was the courtyard entrance to the walkway to the central city.
"Not one step back" had been the order the Hydra Unit had been given.
Now we who are about to die will salute only fire.
Ramirez slid the Ginken into its sheathe as there came, from the mist ahead, the sound of what sounded like a hundred footsteps marching as one (the Hydra Unit had set off the artificial carbon canisters in either of the shop complexes on the sides of the courtyard). Ramirez narrowed his eyes to sylvan slits, light glinting faintly through the mists ahead. Armor, obviously. As it was sighted, he heard the soldiers beside him cock their blasters and guns, their faces like stone before their masks slid closed over them. Lining up their weapons as one, Ramirez saw them ever the picture of those young men in the Valuan guard who were so ready to put down the rebel trash that were the Air Pirates. And yet, not one turned or fled. Galcian would have been pleased had it been these warriors ready to die at his command.
Then Ramirez quietly stepped aside from the front line of the division.
Scarlett gaped after him, and clattered over quietly after him with Gilder tactfully following. "Wh-where are you going? You agreed to fight with us!" she whispered frantically. "They'll be here in a min-"
"I am a warrior of light and shadow," Ramirez told her, not stopping as he kept his stride even for the hooded alleys of the complexes. "But the only light comes when death is near."
Scarlett and Gilder still followed, obviously hesitant about leaving their teammate. "You're going for the surprise attack?" Gilder gritted out.
Ramirez simply shook his head. "There is difference between a surprise attack and death from shadows. With your weaponry, you'd best use sniping fire, for those who are behind the front line."
"And what of the front line itself?" Scarlett asked.
Ramirez could only smirk thinly, squeezing the hilt of the Ginken. "Best not to waste bullets on the slain."
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Gara chewed a piece of gum as he slid a fresh clip into his blaster. The T-17 Buster Cannon was the top line for the revolutioneers like himself, and the standard artillery weapon of the enemy. As an elite in Commander Robreta's forces, and on the front line itself, no one else but he and his fellow front linesmen had been given the T-17 as their standard weapon. He planned to make good use of it; now, as he marched towards the mist that almost certainly hid the ones he was going to be attacking, the ones he had once known as 'able', he toted the weapon against his red-armored chest. Pale green hair spun from his tri-horn helmet in a ponytail, weaved carefully for battle.
Ten years had prepared him for this moment. In all his twenty-two years of life, he truly believed he had no other purpose than to see the establishment of order, and peace, and stability. It required his top skills, just as it required the sanctity that he and his fellow soldiers shared. If he relaxed himself when the enemy came, or if he lost it to fear, he would die, and they would never penetrate the civilian barrier.
"Not a step back," he grunted, and flashed a grin to the yellow-haired man at his side. Emba could only grin back at Gara, tapping his own blue-laced T-17. The tap of their weapons to their hearts was a symbol; either they came out as two, or did not survive at all. But they were to have excellent cover fire, so Gara doubted the latter would be true.
Still, there was a possibility. But it wasn't all-encompassing, and Gara had never been one for odds.
They locked their weapons now, striding forward through the mist to line it up with the slowly clearing area in front of them. Their orders were to break through; that did not include killing or destruction, necessarily, but casualties were to be expected "at maximum." Gara personally hoped that was true- there was no way he was going to let such weak and soulless bastards take him or any of his compatriots down. So if he had to charge until the blast was discharged to sub-conventional damage, so be it.
The mist now cleared, and Gara stuck his tongue in his cheek. Up ahead, he could see them, the shapes of the dark-suited attackers. Instantly he heard cries of recognition, and then the sharp whine of blasters engaging. Emba clutched his blaster, shooting it forward as the lieutenant commander shouted "open fire, open fire!"
"Here we go!" Gara shouted to Emba, and unslung the blaster from his chest to squeeze the pressure trigger beneath it-
-and then shouted in surprise as a cloud of fire erupted to the left of him, the blast like the sound of a thunderclap beside him. Men shouted as their armor expanded around their forms, screaming as it crushed their bones. They were sent spiraling into the air as the cloud turned into ash, the explosion searing their still-bare faces before they slammed into the ground. Gara was knocked aside, though he managed to turn it into an awkward roll. He grunted as debris slammed into his back, and he spat blood, clutching at the sudden pain in his stomach. He heard Emba shout with anger, the repeated, deep tat-tat-tat of his blaster's return fire stinging Gara's ears.
Flashes of red and gold and blue lit up the area as another shockwave split the ground, a second flame blast carving a sixteen-foot-diameter crater into the ground. Gara heard the lieutenant commander scream as his body flashed from corporeal to shaded, and then disappeared as the smoke settled where he had once stood. Up ahead, he saw a few red-armored enemy soldiers sniping down men behind the front lines. He heard the sounds of bodies slumping over to the ground as bullets and laser shots pounded their skulls into black jelly. Gara growled and aimed his blaster up, sniping down a target in blue armor. He fired four times, the first two shots heating up the abdominal armor, the third claiming his shoulder, and the final catching him between the eyes. His head cocked back, he slumped over, and moved no more.
Got him! Gara grinned tightly, swivelling around his blaster to aim up at those annoying red-suited snipers even as another blast tore through the mist, lighting up his vision as it burst into scarlet flame. Gara howled as his retinas were flared, but did not relent, managing to squeeze off a shot.
And he saw it ricochet off something in the explosion's smoke.
What the-
"Oh my god!"
Gara turned from the sight to see Emba frozen in shock, his brown eyes wide even as shots rang all around him, whizzing by his shivering body. His blaster slumped, crackling from a blast hole as he clutched it to his stomach, but he looked as though he didn't care. His eyes were eternally fixed on the sight before him. Gara frowned, ducking low beneath sudden fire as he turned back to the sight that greeted him.
The shining something he had seen just a moment prior was a sword. A katana, at that, gleaming in silvery strands of light that encircled its graceful length. It was held by a dark-armored young man, crowned in hair that reflected the color of his dazzling blade. He strode through the fire-filled crater with eyes of green fury, the rest of his face quiet and composed. Gara himself froze in shock, gasping at the appearance- no, the resurgence of this man.
It's...it's him. Gin'yoku, the Silver Wing...
"Gin'yoku, Gin'yoku," Emba gasped, recoiling from the man's advance. "Y-you support these men? I-I will fight with you, lord-"
" Noxus," was all the other had to say.
Gara felt queasy, then. He clutched at his stomach as the smell of something like rotten eggs, or worse, drifted into his nostrils, upsetting his intestines. He heard Emba cough as well, and then the coughs of those on the front lines who were charging to the explosion. Gara clutched at his mouth as black-red ooze puddled through his fingertips, his stomach sucking in. He groaned and fell to one knee and vomited as a green mist bubbled in a straight line over the vanguard, pouring gradually into the rest of the linesman. Their shots quieted to be replaced by the sounds of violent vomiting, and Gara felt an extra cough wrack his choking throat, the veins there bulging as he gave up his rations again.
He heard Emba give a gurgling scream. His eyes puddled with flicks of his own sickness, Gara turned in horror to find his friend doubled over on his knees, his body held low as the Gin'yoku's weapon was stabbed through the back of his armored throat and out, glistening with dark brown marrow and blood. Gin'yoku gave it a twist, and Emba's vomiting stopped as his spine snapped and he fell forward into a puddle of what had been his breakfast. Gara vomited again, but in a different manner, as tears stung his cheeks. He thought in fragments now, unable to hear anything as his body slumped forward in the green mist, hacking up moldy intestine.
Shit isn't right Gin'yoku the devil slayer he's supposed be with US not THEM oh god-
He felt a sudden kick to his gut as he was slumped over, retching into his face violently as he fell to his back. He saw Gin'yoku step from him and move swiftly, making brief cuts into the mist. His agile legs gave a propulsion from their jet sockets, and he spiraled up over the mist in a slow somersault. Gara saw his blade flash during the slow forward spin, and it cleaved through the helmet of one very sick trooper to split his head in twain. Gin'yoku disappeared behind the mist, and then it parted suddenly, as he stepped forward again. There was an aura of silver light around his ghastly form, repelling the poison mist as he stepped into it. He grabbed a trooper by the back of his hunched throat and speared his fabled demon-slaying sword through the pelvis of the man, and then he yanked sharply to twist it up against the metal, cutting a vertical line up through his belly. The man hacked again in nausea, falling forward into a puddle of gore as Gin'yoku moved again, his agile form dodging all friendly-fire or enemy-fire shots to his body.
Gara slumped his head back, unable to watch anymore. The blaster shots whizzed over his head, and he didn't care- all he could do was retch and cry. He tried to gasp for air, but he felt nothing now; whatever had been introduced into his body from that green mist was incurable. He tapped at the medkit frantically, trying to clear the foreign substance from his body, but all he could expunge were smoldering bits of his own lungs. He coughed and threw up more, the air fading from his dead lungs. He clutched at his burning chest feebly, pawing at the heart that now swelled to brown like an overcooked ration. Weakly, he turned his dying face to look on the dirtied visage of Emba.
"G-g...b..." he choked out, and then felt nothing more, as another explosion rocked the area. The light faded from his eyes, just as the sound dissipated from his ears, and he died there on his back.
And as his dancer-like figure dodged shot after shot, "Gin'yoku" moved among the noxious mist, cutting down the demons that were not beautiful enough to spare.
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Defend on Aeris from Ryo
Defend on Agrias from Ward
Nothing personal to either of you- it's just the TK tradition to defend women who would have no problem kicking him between the legs. XD
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Sponsoring Ramirez, Skies of Arcadia, Team Two-On-One.Edited by: TenshiKain at: 6/7/02 12:32:12 am
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 119
(6/7/02 12:12:32 am)
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The round is over. The war is not.
Tallying! The other white meat!
 ~ 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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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 53
(6/7/02 12:21:27 am)
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Eep.
Ah, damn it. ><; I completely missed voting! Argh.
Geez. :X I can't believe I did that. Well, it just adds mixed news to the day. (Oh hell, I should be in bed! Eek.)
Bad news: Power supply was the bad part in my PC.
Good news: It'll be fixed next Saturday (praying I FIND a good power supply at the PC show).
Mixed news: I cut my finger on the heat sink of my CPU while unplugging a good but too weak for my (whole) system power supply I tested the motherboard with to make SURE it was the power supply and not the motherboard that collapsed. Left index. Makes typing fun, moreso with pained right index joint. XD
;_; I was writing something too, but I'll pass. Argh. Still can't believe I missed it. (knew it would happen tho.)
Edit: Moral of the story; make sure you don't sleep in, have a brother pester you all morning, get brainlock for a few hours, have parent come home in bad mood ruining yours and then hogging he PC most of the afternoon, then have to help with stuff, then hog it more, and then have your brain go out in left field.
^^ Mwee. I swear tomorrow will be better.
Edited by: Mintaka at: 6/7/02 12:24:01 am
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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 35
(6/7/02 12:59:37 am)
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Re: Eep.
*patpatcomforts Lise* ^_^;; There there.. Eeek. O_o; Sorry about your finger. Reminds me of how I cut my finger on the EISA/PCI card slot openings on the back of the computer. >_<; Was installing my sound card, it didn't fit, I removed it, and cut my finger up. Blah... Remember kiddies, COMPUTERS ARE HAZZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. ^_^ /
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 56
(6/7/02 1:39:08 am)
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Re: Eep.
Yup, they are. XD
Owwie on the soundcard. Dern sharp metal. That's why consoles are safe. I think. Except the Xbox. Don't drop it on anyone.
^^; The other good thing is, I think I can now officially dismantle and reassemble my PC at any time. I've officially moved/put in/adjusted/rearranged everything in that computer now. X_x;
And so it stands, that RT3 shall not eb in jeaopardy. We think.
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Alexander Krizak
The Ultimate Lifeform
Posts: 120
(6/7/02 3:27:16 am)
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Dead Company. Holy Massacre.
Act Three, Scene Three: Meaningless
A rebel soldier ran forward into the fray, plasma sword at the ready. Before the City Guards could react, the rebel slashed with a wide arc, the energy blade easily severing the armoured bodies of three Guards. The swordsman only had a moment to relish his small victory, however, before his torso disintegrated, blasted by the power of an advanced beam cannon.
The draconic host watched this scene and dozens like it as the battle continued on the walkways and building tops throughout the city, and sighed. So meaningless, their battles… he thought. But am I not guilty of the same crime? The battles that the chosen warriors wage… They may have a purpose for myself, but do the battles have any meaning to them? He gazed at his own bracer. Three days, and only 39% complete… At this rate, my energy will not last long enough. He smiled. Well, I guess that means that I’ll have to pay a visit to Malorné sooner than I was expecting to… but first, to make sure these people never forget the mistake they are making today…
With a sudden dive, he swooped from his position high above Treliam, producing a shockwave as he broke the sound barrier. He flew down to where one of the larger skirmishes were taking place and stopped above it. The sonic boom he produced as he stopped caused all of the combatants to stop fighting and stare at the newcomer.
“You all seem to having a grand time finding out how many pieces you can cut the other side into, but quite frankly, you all make me sick.” He gestured to the city skyline, which was now burning in several places. “You built this beautiful city, only to destroy it in your petty squabbles. Well, if it’s a destroyed city you want, I can give it to you!”
The young man closed his eyes as he raised his arms into the air and began to glow with an eerie blue light. The soldiers panicked and began to fire their weapons at him, but the stranger was unaffected by their blasts. As he glowed, the buildings around him began to glow as well, and a sound like a choir rang out from everywhere. The ethereal light spread from building to building, following the many pathways and connections, until it encompassed all of Treliam in it’s soft glow.
Then he opened his eyes.
And the buildings were no more.
As the draconic host used another one of his white crystals to transport himself and his warriors to another reality, ten million people stood on the ground where a city had been just a moment before and wondered what had just happened.
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Disciples of Wind: -3 damage
The Reluctant Ones: -3 damage
Snow Falling Quickly Down A Hill: -2 damage
Two on One: 3 damage
Thrill Seekers: 8 damage
Holy Redemption: 27 damage
Strange Company: 52 damage
And so two more teams are shuffled off this mortal coil. Whether they will be shuffled back in or not remains to be seen...
Next round starts when it starts. As usual.
 ~ 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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Baka
Wind Seer
Posts: 117
(6/7/02 4:22:49 am)
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Re: Dead Company. Holy Massacre.
Whee! Made it again, thanks to everyone who kept us in.
Once again, sorry to the people who went out - although I have a feeling we may see you again...

Baka // Wind Seer // Salva Nos
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Dareon
Mister Mage Mon
Posts: 39
(6/7/02 4:55:33 am)
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Yup, it's that time again...
(Just before Krizak, erm... Degeons the city...)
Blue sighed and stared off the roof of a building at the chaos below. An explosion shook the building he was standing on, sending another wave of rubble crashing through the highways and assembled forces.
Barbaric, and yet... beautiful... Beauty in destruction... BROTHER!
How are you Blue! I hope you've had fun. This time, you're STAYING sealed!
A pounding surfaced in Blue's brain, thudding insistently at his skull. Blue dropped to his knees, metal-clad hand raised and clawing at his helmet. His hand fell to his left wrist, tearing at the cannon placed there. With a hiss and crackle, the cannon came off, revealing his bare hand.
Reaching up, Blue ripped his helmet off, trailing circuitry and wires. His hair flashed free, already shifting from Rouge's influence. A moan ripped from his lips, shifting into a high, keening wail. Energy once more crackled around him, overloading the suit's circuitry and activating the Emergency Armor Jettison Subroutine. Explosive seals blew, forcing the pieces off the rapidly convulsing body of the mage. Freed of the metal shell, Blue/Rouge's body slumped to the roof, lightning crackling around him. Below, a few eyes were drawn to the lights on the roof, but quickly turned back to the task at hand.
With a final scream and blast of light, Rouge lay on the rooftop, panting.
Brother... You're stronger. Perhaps you might not stay sealed after all...
Rouge stood and picked up the helmet from where it lay on the edge of the roof. Broken circuits and trailing wires gave it the look of one of the creatures from the last world, one of the jellyfish, perhaps. With a chuckle, Rouge tossed it over the edge.
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Kellios
RTT: Aeris Gainsborough
Posts: 47
(6/7/02 5:01:37 am)
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Re: Yup, it's that time again...
Wow o.O
Well, good show, guys! Sorry to those who were voted out... we hope to still see you around! ^^ Since Fallen have been making quite a show here, it's going to be very interesting once the other rounds come up...
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daigohji
RTT: Ryo Hazuki
Posts: 27
(6/7/02 9:06:47 am)
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Go team!!
OOC: And here we living living proof of the advantages of teams. I got completely creamed this round, but Thrill Seekers are still in because the rest of the team is still popular.
Aie, so tired ...
- - - -
As a blinding light engulfed the city Lise and Shadow ran frantically away. Between them they dragged the charred and battered form of Ryo by the ankles.
"Hehe" he giggled with his arms folded as the back of his head scraped along the ground. "What a rush!"
Shadow :: Lise :: Ryo
We are Thrill Seekers
"Have you seen a black car?"
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Dry31
RTT: Garai
Posts: 49
(6/7/02 9:33:14 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
Strange Company was a real magnet for beating...thus far, I believe they are the only team that has managed to be more savagely mauled than my own.
But look at the bright side...you guys now hold the record for the most brutal beating in this Tournament. And welcome to the Fallen. You guys would be welcome as members of the Alliance...
~dry31~
(Pay no attention to any of the above.)
Luna: The PLACE
http://pub88.ezboard.com/bluna83999
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Simplistic Hero
RTT: ......
Posts: 54
(6/7/02 9:40:27 am)
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Re: Rurouni Taikai Tactics - Round Three - Time To Buckle Do
Wow guys.
I really thought we were in this one. (har har har)
Curley, think quick, what was Umaro's vote record in RT1?
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Bugenhagen
RTT: Billy Lee Black
Posts: 869
(6/7/02 10:39:22 am)
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Krizak's grandmother must be spinning in her grave...
Again, I must point to my title. So many of you don't bother to look.
When will the next round start? My best time for writing is before 4:00, and half that time is gone. Oh, Krizak, where art thou?
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Sponsoring Billy Lee Black
Did you notice that the two great angels only have one wing each...?
According to a legend handed down in Nisan...
God could have created humans perfectly...
But then, humans would not have helped each other...
So that is what these great single-winged angels symbolizes...
In order to fly, they are dependent on one another.
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allenhill2002
RTT: Golbez
Posts: 343
(6/7/02 11:12:41 am)
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Re: Krizak's grandmother must be spinning in her grave...
Heh Krizak,
I think you need to recount the votes on Thrill Seekers. They have way more than 8. The first time I counted, I got 28, and the 2nd time I counted, I got 20. The only reason I mention it is because they might be eliminated instead of my team.
*sob*
I'm hoping I was right with them the first time I counted.
See you next round as a fallen. (most likely)
 Redemption comes at what cost?
Edited by: allenhill2002 at: 6/7/02 11:30:21 am
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Mintaka
RTT: Lise
Posts: 60
(6/7/02 11:21:35 am)
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Re: Krizak's grandmother must be spinning in her grave...
Would you be referring to Thrill Seekers by chance?
Oh, and for the record guys, private votes I think are legit now, so you can't always depend on the vote tallies themselves in threads. ( Trust me... *sends mock withering glare @ Curley* )
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KojiChao
Customer
Posts: 36
(6/7/02 11:27:09 am)
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Re: Krizak's grandmother must be spinning in her grave...
Holy smokes. o.O We made it.. @_@ I thought I counted right last night. I was off. XD Must be on account I don't really know what ALL of these special attacks do. I counted 13 votes against us.. ^_^; I'm surprised we made it!
Way to go everyone! Even the ones who (Unfortunatelly. @.@) Got the biggest beating. ^^; The amount of votes, are badges of honour, knowing that you made lots of great role-playing attempts for battles! The only reason! ^___^ Think of it, as an honour (Specially, if Krizak's got somethin special in mind for later.)
At least now I can get out of that stupid Armor. XD My spines were getting wrinkly. :P
*Gives Ryo a giant plush* And for the guy who took the most beatings out of our team. ... >_>; Here.
Daigh: Oooohh.. Pretty plush-plush.. *drool*
Alrighyt folks. ^_^; See you in the next round.
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allenhill2002
RTT: Golbez
Posts: 344
(6/7/02 11:39:18 am)
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And That is.....
Quote: Next round starts when it starts. As usual.
by the great Alexander Krizak
And That is........When.....?
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Mithrigil
RTT--Scarlett Welles
Posts: 55
(6/7/02 12:00:49 pm)
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Re: And That is.....
You know, when Sylf counted the votes last night, I was able to sleep fearless.
According to your count, Kwizak, we cot 18 private A-votes. I'm not sure that's legit.
But what the hell. We're in! ::happy face::
Guess who Ms. Sexual Repression USA is playing in RTT?

Isn't the irony lovely?
Some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Mithrigil.
(this links to LT)
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