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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 12:23 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Post Survivor X - Round 5

Nantos - Capital of Light

There is no story post, because you were all scattered all over the city when you were warped in. Nantos is a impossibly well-designed, well-policed, and extremely clean city... during the day. At night, all sorts of fraternizing occurs among its inhabitants; the city of santicity transforms into a den of sin. It's not night, however, and the candidates will be impressed by the orderly functions of the city. The citizens will treat you as if you were normal, but for the more non-human people they might stab frightened eyes at you occasionally. Men will greet your characters with friendliness, but scowl and curse behind your back if you don't look human. Like the habit of this city, its citizens are remarkably two-faced.

There is a large, worn-down cathedral in the southern area of town--you might recall it as the cathedral of the prologue. It's half-destroyed now, the back section melted away like a superheated furnace was placed over it. To the east are residential areas, the west shops and the policing agency that does not tolerate uncleanliness and vulgarity during the day. You might get into a few skirmishes with those forces, but they're remarkably weak-willed.

At the northermost section of the city, there is a fantastic, enormous castle with a tower in the center than dwarfs the heights of Soulis'en. This region cannot be accessed yet, as the gates are locked and reinforced with an immensely powerful magic barrier.


Master List

Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (184 EXP - Level 3!)

Sponsors
Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)(27)
Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)(33)
Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear)(34)

Sidekicks
m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street Fighter Alpha)
Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II)
Anoat - Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)

Fallen
Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super Heroes)(29)
Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi 2)(26)
colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter EX)
Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of Fighters)(26)
ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV)(15)

Kalten --- The Blue Dragon (153 EXP - Level 2)

Sponsors
Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second Story)(17)
Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)(36)
San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat)(43)

Sidekicks
Magus - Blanka(Street Fighter)
Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash Bros.)

Fallen
Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash Bros.)(11)
Curley W - Jason Soe w/ Vader(9)
Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools)
Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters)(16)
S-Chicken Boner - Adol Christian(Y's)(12)

Jun --- The Green Dragon (120 EXP - Level 2)

Sponsors
Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)(30)


Sidekicks
Psycho Power J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick

Fallen
The Damned - King(The King of Fighters)(33)
Nif - Kite(.hack//infection)(1)
Simplistic Hero - Kuma(Tekken)
Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)(14)
Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)(33)
Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)(4)
eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom)(20)

Dorrin --- The White Tiger (162 EXP - Level 3!)

Sponsors
Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy Tactics)(38)
CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai Shodown)(31)
Krizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)(34)

Fallen
Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)(16)
MageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona)(31)
pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles)
Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street Fighter)
Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)(17)

New Abilities

Daisetsu
lv.3 Pyroclasm - Deals 3 A-Votes to 3 target Sponsors.

Dorrin
lv.3 Restore Overlay - Non-Ability R-Votes that you and target Sponsor cast heal for double their amount.

Lv.2 Concentrated Heal - Consume an R-Vote to cast 2 R-Votes on 3 target Sponsors.
Lv.2 Bide - If you take 2 attacks(abilities not included) after this ability is used, negate them and deal 1 A-Votes to their casters. Your next A-Vote deals double damage.

Gained from Kashell - Only Sponsors who A-Voted Kashell and survived can use these. They count as seperate abilities(so you can use a normal one with them), but can only be used once, and you can only pick one.

Spirit Guard - Abilities do not affect you for the duration of the round, harmful or beneficial. This is retroactive.

Spirit Pattern - Copies the last Ability used, with the targets being your own.

Special Rule - Reverse Side

All Sponsors have 2 A-Votes and 6 R-Votes. Sidekicks and Fallen's counts are reversed(example, Sidekicks have 3R-Votes and 2 A-Votes now). All systems are operational in this round. (i.e. Abilities, FOCUS, etc.)

No Lords are available for interaction at this time. There will be a required boss this round...

This round ends 9:00 AM CST Saturday. Voting ends at 8:45 AM.

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Baka Posted: 04-25-2003 , 12:32 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

First, yo!


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

"I'm not good- looking enough to be party leader." - Robin Cook

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-25-2003 , 12:37 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

quote:
Originally posted by Baka
First, yo!


Second...even though I could've been first if I really wanted.

I have a fencing tournament later today, so I won't be able to write for Rydia at all today.

I will post Ryo's part in a while, though...


SRK Battle Poll II:10th place - Edge
SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place - Link


One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too good...

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

Not to mention the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 01:44 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Thanks to the people in IRC, I decided to put this small idea on the forefront.

Nantos, as I mentioned in my opening post, has a peculiar effect on its residents. It might cause them to act and behave in ways directly contrary to how they originally act.

So, I'd like to see some of your characters reverse their personalities. Anyone who does this in their normal story posts will get +5 EXP for their Lord. This also applies for Sidekicks and Fallen. It's just a little bonus; not required.

Just don't give me some single paragraph stuff just to get in on the bonus; make an effort. I didn't like those small shots at Kashell when he showed up last round.

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-25-2003 , 02:19 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

Blood was readily pouring out of Ryo’s nose and mouth as he searched his entire body for the strength to rise from the wreckage of the tables.

“J...Jan...run...”

His thoughts went back to the brave young boy who had looked down on death’s door numerous times from diseases and illnesses. This time, however, the boy was faced with something far more deadly, something that would like nothing more than to wipe him out of existence for pleasure. And while Ryo wanted nothing more to protect the boy, his body wouldn’t give him the power needed.

”I…can’t let…this happen…can’t let her get hurt…”

His thought went out to King, and even though he didn’t really know if she was alive or dead, he couldn’t let her down. Especially after that promise he made a couple of years ago…


October 13, 1999, Southtown Memorial Hospital

“Don’t worry, King. He’s a strong boy.” Ryo said to the Muay Thai fighter as she kept her eye on her brother’s operation. The pair had just returned from the ’99 tournament, and from the money that King had won combined with some of the money that Illusion made during the summer, she had just enough to pay for Jan’s lung surgery.

“I know…but I still worry every time I see him like this.” King meekly smiled as she took a look at the three doctors who were hovering over the boy, who had all sorts of medical tubes and cords sticking out of his body. “I couldn’t bare losing him, Ryo. He’s all I got.”

As he looked at her and the sadness that was hidden beneath that smile, he wish he could do something, anything to take away the pain. Even though she acted tough on the outside towards everyone, she could never hide anything from Ryo, tried as she might. But this time, she wasn’t really trying to hide how she felt. She didn’t care. And all of a sudden Ryo knew what to do.

“He…isn’t ALL you got…”

King slowly turned her head from Jan to Ryo, a look of disbelief clear on her face as she realized what his words meant.

“King…I mean…” Ryo stammered for the words as King took Ryo’s hand in hers. She moved closer to him as she looked back at Jan’s operation, her fake smile being replaced by a real smile.

“Ryo…thank you.”

”You don’t have to worry, King.” Ryo said to himself as he felt the touch of her soft hand, the unspoken love between the pair getting ever closer to being spoken. ”I’ll be here to protect you…I promise.”




“I WON’T LET YOU HURT HER!!” Ryo screamed as all of a sudden his body became alive, filled with Ki, anger, and thoughts of the woman he loved. With a speed he has never possessed and a hell bent fury like he has never known, he dashed in between Sho and Jan, determined to end the threat forever.

“Don’t you know when to give…” Sho started as he attempted to attack Ryo with his Chaos Stream attack, but the fighter avoid the blast and dashed into striking range of the demon to deliver a powerful body blow that cause several of Sho’s ribs to crack and break under the strain.

“SHIN MOUKO KOHO!!!” Ryo yelled as he twisted his body into a vertical Hien Shippu Kyaku, knocking Sho high into the air, and as Ryo landed his right arm was covered in orange ki as he executed a Koho upon the demon, slamming him into the roof. Neither Ryo or Sho landed on their feet after they descended from the air, but only Ryo was conscious.

“Ryo! You okay?” Jan said as he ran up to the fighter to inspect his condition. Ryo however didn’t pay much attention as his eyes were fixed on Sho’s unmoving body and the damage that his new technique caused his foe. Only one thought coursed through his mind.

”Dodge that, bitch.”



The Shin Mouko Koho is Ryo’s new technique that was inspired after King’s Silent Flash attack. He uses the vertical Hien Shippu Kyaku to set them up in the air, then uses his super Koho to finish the person off (Looks like Marco’s Kyokugen Koho from MOTW). Mainly used as anti-air, but can be devestating when done up close.


SRK Battle Poll II:10th place - Edge
SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place - Link


One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too good...

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

Not to mention the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-25-2003 , 02:30 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Casting Bide.

I'll be back home soon to post, but for now... I have a travel brochure to write. xo


a lonely soul ____________________ moonlit skies
speaker of silence ________________ candlelit town
footsteps in the night _____________ eyes cast in gloom
utter reliance ____________________ a saddened frown

sweet serenity __________________ shielded by innocence
waits to be broken _______________ hidden by beauty
its mouth aghast ________________ the demon sleeps within
a demon hath spoken ____________ destroying naievte

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Amethyst Posted: 04-25-2003 , 02:40 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77
I didn't like those small shots at Kashell when he showed up last round.
Eh heh... Sorry about that... I would've done more in my later posts, but my mind just locked up when I got to "Cover me."

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Amethyst stood calmly against a wall, mind roaming. Blade... Jewel... Mirror... Apparently some things are always the same across the multiverse... His thoughts drifted back to a dual existence, and a cautious exploration of a ruined tomb...The unstable floor dropped the team to the lower level, landing them by luck on an otherwise inaccessible platform. There, sparkling in a ray of light from the cracked and broken roof was an aged blade, dust of ages upon it, but the steel still as bright as the day it was forged. The Murakumo, blade of a forgotten king.

The skeletal guardians of the tomb sought to stop the party from removing their treasures, but they eventually emerged into the light of day with the spoils.

The Murakumo, which Gen carried with him. The Mizukagami, the Mirror that Reflects Water. And the Magatama. Amethyst's hand dropped to his wrist, where an ancient beaded bracelet rested, a single yin charm dangling from it. Its power is proof against the undead or those with evil in their hearts... The song of the Magatama reduces such folk to dust. And then there were those altars. The three platforms that glowed with that unearthly fire as the artifacts came near... I can't help but wonder if the treasures buried with King Sei were greater than what we had found.

One hand still resting on the Magatama, Amethyst nodded to a passerby who greeted him warmly, then sighed. Blade, jewel, and mirror, and a ritual to open a door...

...Some things are always the same.

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-25-2003 , 03:22 PM

Blade of Vengeance

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: That depends, of course, on where I am

A crackninja discovers angst

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Chipp is in Slow-moving Angst-Monger mode for the time being. Walking at this time, he is rather passively seeking out Shizumaru. Other than that, he's gonna wander around the town. Note that I'm crap at writing angst, though . Oh, and once again, I'm gonna be murking for a couple hours after this post, so I might as well hand out my inverse-votes:

A-vote to:
(unrevealed boss)

R-votes to:
Testament
Shizumaru (out with you, demon! The powaa of Chipp compels you!)

Chipp R5 Status:
All votes exhausted.
"Slow-Moving Angst-monger"
Original post deleted b/c it SUCKED


TT

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Krizak Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:20 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: East Heaven Kingdom Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!

TK, on your command I will crush this crappy post under the heel of quality control, should you wish it. I just wanted to have Mint to do something with Alma at some point, and this seemed good enough for now. Bleh.

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Phase Five (Uncertainty): Without Purpose or Direction

The beautiful city of Nantos did nothing to ease the sadness that had claimed Mint's heart. The princess wandered slowly through the tree-lined avenues, feet dragging along the great stone plazas that seemed to mark the major intersections of the city. Her downcast eyes saw none of the elaborate architecture, the great statues of saints and angels that defined the home of the Church. Her thoughts turned not to the words that Daisetsu had relayed to all of the chosen through his telepathy, but to the same thought that had dominated her mind yesterday, even as she had been fighting the forces of Naclos.

Shizumaru...

He ran away... I don't know what I expected when I kissed him, it was just a spur of the moment thing... but I didn't expect him to run away. He... He didn't even say anything...

Mint wandered into a small park and sat down on a bench. Across from her, a fountain spouted it's clear, crisp water high into the air, four small geysers that framed a particularly beautiful statue of an angel, her arms raised to the heavens. Now he's somewhere in this city, and what happens if I bump into him? What if he says something? What if I say something, lash out or hurt him somehow? I... I don't think I could deal with that...

"Mint?" The red-haired princess turned and saw Alma walking towards her, her golden hair gleaming in the noon-day sun. "Ahh, Mint, it is you!" The young cleric walked over and sat down on the bench beside Mint. "I haven't seen you since that battle, in the dojo. I actually never got a chance to thank you for helping stop those demons that were after me..."

"Oh, yeah." Mint waved her hand dissmissively. "Don't worry about it. Anyone else would have done the same, right? Besides... demons and I have sort of history together, and it's not one that would make me want to bake them some cookies, you know?" She sat silent for a moment, before a thought came to her. "Uh, Alma... You've been around Shizumaru a bit more than I have, right?"

Alma seemed puzzled by Mint's question. "Well, I did meet up with him before you did, yes... But I didn't see him back in Soulis'en. And a good thing, too; I wouldn't have wanted to see him get hurt in that horrible battle... But I don't know why you would want to ask-"

"I actually found him there yesterday," Mint replied, no longer looking directly at Alma. "We were attacked by some archers, and we sort of saved each other..." She frowned, not sure now to say what she wanted to say. Finally, she went for the direct approach. "And then I kissed him."

Alma's mind went reeling at the thought. "You kissed him?" she replied, noting an unusual amount of displeasure in her voice. Why does that make me feel like this? Am I jealous? No, that's crazy, that can't be it...

Mint suddenly started babbling at Alma, unloading all of her thoughts and feeling on the poor cleric. "Well, he had gotten hurt and I was healing him... and our eyes met and I just couldn't help it! I've been smitten with him ever since I saw him at the restaurant, and I don't know what it means or why I am, and I kissed him and he ran off without saying a word and I don't know whether that means he hates me or just doesn't want to be with me or..." Tears that she had thought dried up began to flow again

Alma grabbed Mint's shoulders gently. "Calm down, Mint! Just calm yourself!" Mint's tears continued, but she stopped talking. "You haven't done anything wrong, Mint. You've fallen in love with Shizumaru, and that's okay. The only thing you can do right now is talk to him; that's the only way to find out if he feels the same way about you." Alma got up off the bench and pulled the red-haired mage up. "Let's go search for him. I'm worried about him as well, and perhaps together the citizens of this city won't seem so intimdating."

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1 R-Vote to Alma
(To defend you from the crappiness of this post. :P )

Mint - 2 A-Votes, 5 R-Votes, Ability Used
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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Baka Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:27 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

By the way, I'd like to FOCUS, if I still can.


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

"I'm not good- looking enough to be party leader." - Robin Cook

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Exeter Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:29 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

FOCUSing if I still can.

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Kellios Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:30 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

*high-fives her partner in crime*

I couldn't resist....


-*-*-*-*

The day was beautiful and Vincent never felt better. He felt as young as he looked, and the city before him was marvelous. The city looked, felt, and smelled clean, and Vincent couldn’t help but feel giddy.

He looked to his left, and saw Opera standing there, looking very uncomfortable and blushing awful. Vincent smiled at her, and opened his arms to her, “Opera! Lovely day outside, isn't it? Boy, does this city ever look grand!”

“I guess....” Opera said, now completely flustered that someone had their attention on her, and she tried desperately to cover herself up. She pulled up her dress to cover her chest, but at the same time, pulling at her back to cover her slit. Vincent couldn’t resist a chuckle and smiled warmly at Opera.

Feeling as fresh as a man out of the shower, Vincent ripped off the bandana from his head, shaking out his long hair. He opened up the buckles on his cloak to show his narrow jaw, and smiled at Opera with bright, clear scarlet eyes, “C'mon, want to have a walk through the city? I know there is something we can do here together!”

Vincent put his left arm around Opera’s shoulder, pulling her a little closer to him. Opera went rigid for a moment, but soon relaxed under Vincent’s touch, her blush now as red as Vincent’s eyes. Vincent laughed easily, a broad smile planted on his face.

“Uh....sure, okay.” Opera’s blush grew down her neck, “I mean, if you don't really mind being around me....”

Opera turned her gaze down to the ground, and carefully rolled her left heel on the ground in circles, not wanting to look up at the man with his arm around her.

She’s being SO cute!

“Sweetie, I want to be with you!” Not resisting himself, Vincent gave Opera a bear hug, smiling down at her when he stopped, “C'mon. Let's go find you a diamond or something. On me.”

Grinning madly, Vincent watched Opera’s shade of red just go a shade darker, and it seemed to spread now to her arms, “O-okay. But you really don't have to buy me anything, honestly.” Opera self consciously tried to do something about the high cut slip running up her left leg, as much as grabbing the two pieces of fabric in her hand and holding it tightly, worried that Vincent would look.

Noticing Opera’s dismay, Vincent shook his head with a smile, and gave Opera another hug. She was reluctant at first, but then slowly brought her arms around to Vincent’s back and returned the hug. Grinning, Vincent reached back into his belt, and pulled out a baby pin, holding it up in front of his face before holding it out to Opera’s hand.

“Here! This should help!” Vincent dropped the baby pin into the palm of Opera, and she smiled.

“Why, thank you.” She went to work on her slit, and as good as she could, pinned the slit of her dress together. Smiling at her handiwork, she turned back to face Vincent, “Really, this is terribly indecent of me, I can't think why I would wear something like this.”

The blush revived itself on Opera’s face, while Vincent waved his hand in dismissal, “Hon, it looks FABULOUS on you!” Taking a step back, Vincent admired Opera with a head nod, and reached out with his right hand, grabbing Opera’s, “C'mon! Let's go around the city and I can look for hot girls while you look for hot men.”

“Oh, oh, okay.” Opera stuttered and flustered again, giving Vincent’s hand a squeeze, “Thank you, you're too kind. I really think it's frightfully inappropriate, though. But that DOES sound like fun....”

Chuckling, Opera caught up with Vincent’s pace, and remarked without much concern, “I have a boyfriend back home, but I don't really care.”

Giving Opera’s hand a squeeze, Vincent grinned and dragged Opera into the city of Nantos. The city was nothing but clean, and Vincent took in a deep breath of the city air, and was considering living here instead of going back to, oh, say, Midgar.

Walking along the sidewalk, the two pair of giddy people pointed at other people and laughed, not caring what the citizens of the city thought of them, and occasionally skipped across the intersection of streets.

Looking up at a store, Vincent suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the sign with obvious disbelief. Opera backtracked a couple steps to see what Vincent was looking at.

“Ooooh!!! Look, Opera...”

Vincent couldn’t hide his joy.

A FUDGE SHOP!! Let's go in!” Vincent took hold of Opera’s hand, and the two entered into the ‘Fudge Shoppe.’

Surrounded by the glorious amount of fudge, Vincent’s and Opera’s eyes sparkled liked two children, and the two immediately went over to the peanut butter fudge, and stood there, eyeing the fudge as they smacked their lips in anticipation.

Opera blinked a few times at the fudge, smiling at the thought of dropping such a glorious piece of fudge into her mouth. “Candy? All right, that's fine, as long as there isn't any liquor there. I can't abide even the smell of that dreadful stuff.”

“Let's buy as much as we can han-.... say, you said liquor? I haven't tasted the stuff in YEARS! Might as well get drunk today, seeing as there is no battle going on....” Vincent started to get giddy, and grabbed a nearby plastic bag, and started placing fudge of all sorts of flavors into the bag to buy. Not noticing Opera’s pained expression, Vincent went over to the cashier, bought the fudge, and turned back to find opera at the brink of tears.


“Drunk?” Opera gasped, holding back tears, “You....you....that's a horrible idea! Don't you know how evil alcohol is?! I'll stick to milk, thank you VERY much.” Opera sniffled, and wiped at her eyes, trying not to lose her control.

Feeling guilty, Vincent walked over to Opera, and gently put his left arm around Opera’s shoulder, and pulled her closer to him. She leaned up against him and he spoke with guilt, “I'm sorry... did I hurt your feelings?”

Her lower lip trembled as she talked, and she was erratic in breathing, “A little bit, yes....I can't stand alcohol, it's just so....” Opera paused and sniffled, tears falling down her cheeks, “…repugnant. And then you mention getting drunk....how can you be so heartless?”

Opera now lost her control and burst out crying. She brought her hand up to cover her face, and turned away from Vincent, not wanting to look at him. She stepped over to the corner of the fudge shop, and she gasped for air as she cried, making small sounds and sniffled often.

A wave of guilt overcame Vincent, and he walked up gently to Opera. He gently placed his hand on Opera’s shoulder, and turned her ever so gently to face him. Vincent got down at one knee, and reached to a corner of his cloak. He put the bag of fudge down on the ground, and took the corner of his cloak, wiping away at Opera’s cheeks and he smiled gently at her, “I'm sorry... I didn't know you felt that way...” Vincent reached down into the bag of fudge, and held up a peanut butter one, “Here, eat some of this, it might make you feel better.”

Opera sniffled again, now using the corner of Vincent’s cloak to wipe at her eyes, “Th-thank you.” She said timidly, and shyly picked up the piece of chocolate, taking the tiniest bite out of it.

“Wipe those tears away, sweetie, it's too good of a day to be sad.” Vincent smiled warmly at Opera, and she nodded her head like a child, and the blush soon came back onto her face.

“I guess you're right.”

“Now…” Vincent said, standing up and looked over Opera protectively, grabbing onto one of her hands, “Lets go back and enjoy our fudge by walking around, 'kay?”

“Okay.” Opera returned the warm smile, but much more shyly, “But…” She snatched onto Vincent’s arm a little tighter, “You will protect from any bad people we might meet, right? I'm so scared....”

Vincent gave Opera’s hand a reassuring squeeze, lowering his head to hers, “'Course I will, sweetie.”

“Oh, thank you!” Opera reached up and lightly grabbed Vincent’s chin, and placed a kiss on his cheek, “I simply wouldn't know what to do if any....” As the two of them walked out of the Fudge shop, Opera looked around the street nervously, “…bad people showed up. This is no place for a lady....”

Blushing himself, Vincent smirked down at Opera, “I will protect you from any danger, don't you worry!”

He playfully knocked his right fist into her jaw, and she giggled.

“I wonder if there is a park around here we could go to...”

“Oh, my hero!” Opera batted her eyelashes at Vincent, and said just as sweetly, “I will go anywhere you want, I feel safe as long as I am by your side!”

Interweaving his fingers with Opera’s, Vincent couldn’t hold back a chuckle, “Let's go, sweetie. To the park!!”

“Yes! Let us make the most of this gorgeous day! Oh, life is so wonderful! Especially when around a charmer like you.” She smiled flirtatiously at him, and Vincent couldn’t resist raising his eyebrows at her, returning the grin.

“You're too nice!” Vincent remarked, holding out his arm to her, and she took it willingly.

“Whatever you want, my noble protector!”

Vincent laughed alongside Opera, and the two of them began to enter the park’s limits, and walked into, noticing the beautiful gardens that surrounded the two.

“Wow! How BEAUTIFUL!” Vincent couldn’t hold back his giddiness, and Opera nodded furiously.

“It is indeed a truly marvelous day. And being in your company makes it even more so.” Opera smiled lovingly at Vincent, “Oh! Look at these flowers! Aren't they just so lovely?”

Smiling, Vincent let go of Opera’s hand, and walked over to the rose garden. He bent down, and surveyed all the flowers in front of him. Vincent stroked his chin in consideration, before reaching out, plucking the most beautiful red rose he could find, and turned back to Opera, smirking. He stepped behind her, and carefully placed the flower in her hair, and she giggled.

“Here you go, my little flower.” Vincent turned up the charm meter and smiled.

Opera clasped her hands together, and her eye sparkling at Vincent’s, “Oh, you are too kind, Sir Vincent!”

Snickering, Vincent shook his head, “Please, just call me Vincent! Or Vinny if you like!” he carefully ruffled Opera’s hair, making sure not to mess up where he put the rose. She giggled at him, before turning to look at him.

The blush on Opera’s face once again revived itself, “Oh, all right, Sir Vincent....if you insist.” She looked up at Vincent adoringly, and he chuckled lightly, and used the tip of his index finger on his right hand to bop Opera on the nose.

-*-*-*-*

CONTINUED....


As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love. I will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.

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Kellios Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:36 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

“I mean it. Stop all that 'sir' stuff. It makes me feel too old.” He snickered, and bopped Opera on the nose again with his finger.

“Oh dear, I am terribly sorry!” She blinked a couple times, “I hope I didn't offend you, Vinny!”

“You didn't, so relax, sweetie.” He grinned, and noticed the ice cream stand. Vincent walked over to it, turning back to Opera before ordering, “What flavor do ya want?”

“Oh, good, I am relieved! It would be improper for me to cause offense to my protector, after all.” Opera took a glance over the flavors, and shrugged, “Oh, I don't know....why don't you choose what you think would be best for me?”

Vincent studied Opera, studied the stand, turned back to Opera, and then went to order the ice cream from the stand.

“Here!” Vincent smiled, and held out the chocolate ice cream to Opera while he took a large bite out of his strawberry one.

-*-*-*-*

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As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love. I will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:39 PM

El Bruje Sale

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: The realm between the worlds...

In whiche Shange Tsunge is reversede...

As it was a Friday, the entire town had turned out for the Sabbath. And yea, they wenteth down to the church, and behold! the parsone was mightily wrothe with them.

"Ye firstborne o' the Spirite, be ye saddened and exceedingly aggrieved by thy great iniquity. Fore, behold! whilst thy citye is orderly and a wondere by thy daye, hearken! The Lord God Almighty, King of King and Lord of Lords, forever-and-ever-can-I-get-an-amen? is mightily displeased! Thou shalt turne thy ways around, or thou shalt beest smitten!"

A few, weak, amens were returned to the preachere. Greatly wrothe, he spoketh again. "Knoweth ye not that I knoweth ye that ye knoweth of my knowledge of thine nightly misdeeds, ye miscreants? Go ye, and sine no more!"

He leanedeth forward on his pulpite. "And leaveth ye a healthy donatione on the collectione plate! For the sake of thine immortale soule!"

As the congregatione exited Ye Olde Churche, Shang Tsung leaned on the pulpite. Before a miracle reversed his olde life, he hath taken souls. Now he was assuredly saving them, in the name of the Lord. Whiche, he admitted, he kneweth note. Pitye, that.

He woulde even save ye olde demonse, he hade only to meete one.
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I R-vote to Shizumaru.
I R-vote to Kalten

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Baka Posted: 04-25-2003 , 05:08 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 5:1 - Death and Republic

Finally! A civilised town of churchgoers.

Finally a church. One where I can repent my sins of yesterday.

A place where I can go, somewhere to warm my heart, to iron out the wrinkles and stresses of this week.


Ky grinned to himself as he walked through the streets. Three swords still hung at his belt, Fuuraiken, Fuuenken and what he had affectionately dubbed the Fuusuiken, the Waterseal. The shrine sword wasn't unlike the Jinki, the Seals, but it obviously was not of the same ilk. How could it be?

Still, it appeared to contain some rudimentary control over water, as he had found out, testing its powers in the shrine - back when he'd had to work with Sol. Urgh, that man annoyed him. How could one man have so little respect for others?

And yet.. what he'd told Ky yesterday...

Bah. Weakness, on both their parts. Useless to think about it now. Better to find Sol, take him out and have done with it.

...did I just think that?

A passer-by nodded at Ky as he walked past. Polite citizens - a refreshing change after these last few days. Ky nodded back, continuing to walk - and after a few paces, he managed to unclench his fingers from the Fuuraiken.

Huh?

A couple more passers-by nodded at the knight as he strode onwards, oblivious to outside interferences. A fly buzzed past him, and he swatted at it. Dratted fly. The buzzing noise didn't stop, however, and he found himself grinding his teeth in frustration.

WhyamIdoingthiswhathaveIbecome

Ky's mind wandered. Was he truly a murderer? His actions yesterday weren't truly his fault, surely? But they were, he couldn't pass off the blame for such an action - swat! - onto someone else, he had to take the responsibility for his own actions.

Why?

Something about this place was wrong. That much Ky knew - he was acting irrationally, and he couldn't stop himself. Thus it was that when he bumped into a passer-by, lost in his own thought, he turned, sword in hand. "Why did you do that? Apologise!"

The man stepped backwards hastily, stammering apologies, as several townsfolk murmered under their breath. Ky glared at them all. "What? What is your problem? Haven't you ever seen someone from outside before? Get out of my sight!"

Why? Why am I..

....who cares?

I care!

...no I don't. I...

"Excuse me, sir, what are you doing? You can't pull a weapon here." Ky turned his head slowly to glare at the guard, and waved his hand. The guard's body slumped to the floor, and Ky flicked some blood off his blade.

I don't care about anything.

As a commotion began to start at the other end of the street, as the townsfolk rushed away in their flocks, like lost sheep, Ky grinned - a grin containing no humour at all. "Sol is here, somewhere. And I know where he will be." Raising his head, he looked up towards the cathedral - and grinned some more. Pulling the Fuuenken from his belt, he looked around in disdain. Guards at the end of the street. If they were in his way... they would be removed.

Leaning down, he pulled a small packet from the pocket of the guard and sniffed at it, before pulling out a thin while cylinder. Need a light.

He took one more look around, before beginning what was a long, slow pace down the street.

What a dump. Let's get this over with.

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Obligatory R-vote to Sol
Obligatory R-vote to Kalten

Curley, if this screws up your post, I'll sort it out with an edit, ok?


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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Exeter Posted: 04-25-2003 , 05:21 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~You Don't Fool Me~
Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track 1

Fighting with all his might, Frederick struggled against his shackles as the man approached, a smile on his face.

burnkilldie!

"Well, I must say, Frederick, this has worked even better than I could have hoped."

Frederick roared in response, but the man didn't flinch.

"Now, now, my boy, let's not get carried away. You can't blame me for what has transpired here."

"You bastard! You planned this all!"

"Hardly. My plans did not involve you in any way, Frederick...you were the one who sought to upstage me at every turn."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Isn't it obvious? You were only included in this project because you were the first to succeed in the DNA grafting process, when so many others had failed before you...including myself."

"This was supposed to be research! A cure for the world's diseases! You've turned me into a monster!"

"Wrong. Every bit of this you did yourself. I merely refrained from speaking out at the mistakes you made, as it was in my best interest...as well as my employer's."

"Just what are you planning?"

"Well, lately, I've discovered my own view of things has begun to stray from that of those who hired me, so I'm going to take matters into my own hands. You, Frederick, meant to be a human being impervious to sickness, shall now be the prototype of a grand legacy. The data we obtain from you will eventually spawn an entire race of Gears."

"You won't get away with this!"

"Ah, but I already have."

As the needle buried itself into his arm, Frederick caught one last glimpse of his adversary before everything went black.

The man had been smiling.


Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-


Surprisingly energetic, Sol stepped lightly down the street, smiling as an officer of the law stepped out from around the corner on his afternoon patrol. The policeman nodded politely as he passed, then returned to his work, whistling softly.

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy-
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind--


Sol frowned.

The hell?

Shaking his head, he wondered yet again whether he was coming down with something. Hell, an alien world like this? The very air he was breathing could be contaminated.

Oh, now that's just silly. The people of this city seem nice and orderl--GAH!

The bounty hunter came to a stop almost immediately, his eyes wide and his heart beating faster than normal. Wiping a bead of perspiration from his brow, he looked up at the clear afternoon sky and sighed.

Something is definitely not right about this place.

Well, whatever. There wasn't much he could do about it now.

His gaze wandering, Sol failed to notice the cathedral until he was nearly on top of it.

He studied the damaged building slowly, taking in every minute detail, then suddenly realized he was humming.

He listened a moment.

The fuck? Mozart?

That had been the man's favorite music, not his.

"The hell's wrong with me?"

No, now he knew it for a fact...something was wrong with this city.

Screw it. I gotta get inside.

Reluctantly, he entered the cathedral.

It reminded him a great deal of the church they'd used as a headquarters during his final days as a Knight of the Holy Order.

Ah, yes, the Holy Order. A good group of men and women, they'd been, a brave few who'd volunteered to stand against the Gear onslaught when times were at their most dire.

Why...what's going on?

Men and women who'd never even gotten a proper burial.

Head...spinning.

Kneeling before the great altar before him, Sol closed his eyes and lowered his head.

“Our father, who art in heaven..."

A familiar voice behind him startled him out of his prayer.

"Yo."

***********

R-vote to Daisetsu
R-vote to Ky

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Dry31 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 05:43 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

When the light had faded away, Testament and Zio found themselves alone, in the midst of a well maintained city park in the city of Nantos. Something seemed odd, though; it was as though this place had a strange aura about it. Testament frowned, pondering the odd ambience that seemed to permeate this city; then, uncharacteristically, he smiles.

"What a happenin' day it is. The...like...really shiny sun, the blue skies, the green grass. Its days like this that make me realize that the world isn't such a bad place after all, you know?"

What the hell am I saying?!

Testament frowns for a moment. Yes, there was something very, very wrong here...

"But how can anything be unhip on this groovy day?"

Beside him, Zio morphs into human form...except now she's clad in white robes instead of her usual exceedingly scanty outfit.

"Yes, Testament-sama! It's a beautiful day! Let us go and spread the word, sharing with people the true joy of being alive!"

A pair of the inhabitants of Nantos wander by, wearing slightly forced smiles as they look at Testament.

"Hey man...what's happenin'?"

The random person looks a bit freaked out, but tips his hat and walks on, a bit more quickly than before.

"Come Testament-sama! We shall spread the word of peace, love, purity, and the power of the human soul throughout this city!"

"Right on, babe...let's share the love."
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Testament uses FOCUS.
Testament uses Immolation.

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Baka Posted: 04-25-2003 , 05:50 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 5:2 - Meet Again

A single fleck of ash dropped from the end of the burning cigarette, floating slowly to the ground. Sol's eyes followed it until it landed softly, then travelled up Ky's body. The Holy Knight's white robes were coated in blood, the red liquid splashed on wherever it could be. The Fuuraiken and Fuuenken in his hands were coated with the same dark substance, and as he watched, drops dripped from the ends, forming small pools on the floor.

Ky grinned.

"Cigarette?"

Almost instinctively, Sol replied "No, I don-" Ah to hell with this shit!

"Ky - what's up with you, boy?" Sol stood up frantically, trying to disguise what he'd been doing - but a glint in Ky's eye said he'd seen it all.

"I've been... thinking, Sol. About a lot of things." He flicked another speck of ash, leaning against the door-frame. Sol looked around - no other way out except behind me if I need to escape - why the hell would I want to run away?

"It's kind of a concidence, isn't it, Sol? Us meeting here, like this. All on our lonesome, in a place of God. Except it's not a place of God anymore, is it? I mean, just look at the place. Looks like Mal'Ganis got here first, or Shang, or something." He grinned, flicking the end of the cigarette away. "But they didn't, Sol. It's just you and me - and only one of us is leaving here alive, goddamnit!"

Something in Sol's mind clicked into place. This man is a disgrace to the church! Quick, run and ge -

"No way." Sol stretched lazily. "That ain't you, Kiske. I know you, and you ain't some kinda psycho. Maybe a zealot, sure, but not a psycho. Oh, and one other thing..." Ky cocked his head to one side - and flew back into the wall, as Sol's Fafnir punch connected with his midriff. Sol deftly caught something flying through the air.

"You don't smoke, kid." Pulling out a cigarette, he placed it in his mouth, and clicked his fingers near to it. A spark lept, lighting the white tube. Sol took a deep breath, and breathed out, as Ky stood up, his eyes narrowed evilly. "That's about it, Kiske. You ain't right, I wasn't right, I snapped out of it, and you ain't gonna leave here without a fight. Yeah, I recognise that, kid, and it reminds me too much of myself a few years back. So wipe that grin off your face, and put yer fists up, cause I'm gonna beat that mojo out of you if it's the last thing I do!"

Ky grinned, and in one swoop tossed the Fuuenken to Sol. "You're on, Badguy. But let's make this a fair fight, eh? I'd hate to think I whupped your ass into the ground without giving you at least a chance, eh?" Ky's eyes reminded Sol of a cat, toying with a mouse.

This mouse had claws.

Raising the Fireseal, Sol grinned. "You're a foolish guy, Kiske - but I'll give you the fight you want." He thought for a second. "Hell, I'll give you the fight you deserve!"

Ky grinned. "En-garde, Sol. Think of this as a fight for all the people you killed, you fucking hypocrite!"

The time for talking was over. The two blades met - and the fight was on.


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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-25-2003 , 05:55 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: Xenogears - Solaris - Eden of Heaven

Bruce checked the commercial zone of the city of Nantos; it's quickly becoming a habit of his. He sauntered along a variety of goods; from weapons, to armor, to catnip, this place was as loaded as a flea market.

It's pretty clean here. Not a speck of dust.

So?


He found a small shop selling musical instruments of many varieties; percussion, woodwind, and cracked copies of FruityLoops. The clerk here was an interesting fellow; he was balding, lanky, around fourty years old, and sported a t-shirt from out of this world, which read "Iron Maiden."

I see. Iron Maiden does indeed transcend universes in popularity.

"Hey...are you Moby?" the clerk asked, while caressing his pierced goatee. "Damn, Moby's here." The clerk wasn't particularly excited, but the presense of a musician in this shop surely meant a sale was about to take place.

"Uh, ... yeah, I'm Moby. I was just browsing." Bruce checked the back of the store, carousing the congas, the rattles, the tambourines, the keyboards; anything which seemed to call out for him. After a minute of searching, he came across an instrument which glowed green, almost calling out to him: an ocarina, sweet potato variety. Excited, Bruce ran up to the counter with it in his hand. "I'd like this," he said giddily.

"Alright... ... uh, what's the price on it?"

Banner noticed that the numbers on the sticker on the ocarina meant that it cost something; Bruce was still broke. Knowing he had no money, Bruce found no other alternative.

***

After knocking out the clerk, Bruce dashed out of the store, looking for a safe spot to put on the ring.

It's a solid white ocarina. Yeah, a ring goes here; in the back.

Bruce placed his pearl ring into the ocarina, and it began to automatically play a serene melody...

Cue song: Xenogears - Tears of the Stars Hearts of the People

Bruce settled down; he did not transform this time.

It's obvious; this must be your own tune.

It's a sad tune. Heh.

How much of a puss are you Bruce?


It's not a coincidence; the story of Bruce Banner and his complete assimilation into the monster his fragile life had earned him more than his share of melancholy.

But of all the unmentionable attrocities which inflicted him in his childhood, not even those could overwhelm his sorrow to surpass that of the time his wife Betty died; killed by his rival, the Abomination's, radioactive blood. However, she became weakened to radiation before that, by mere contact with Bruce Banner, whose body had become sickeningly poisoning with long endured contact.

So, Bruce had a right for his own song to be a tragic one.

***

R-Vote! Ky Kiske!
R-Vote! Shang Tsung!

A-Vote x 150! Xenogears! An excellent soundtrack packed with excellent framing; but still shit at the end.


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
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Switchblade Posted: 04-25-2003 , 06:10 PM

Road Warrior

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: In your fridge, behind the mayo

“Nice,” Vice said, glancing around the city they been teleported to. “Doesn’t look nearly as much fun as the last place, though.”

“I don’t think so,” Mature replied. “Look.” Mature pointed over to her right. Vice followed Mature’s direction. The blonde was pointing towards two teenage girls, easily recognizable as Mint and Alma.

“Not again,” the brunette moaned. “Face it Mature, she’s not like us. She doesn’t have the killer instinct. She… Mature?”

While Vice was talking Mature had quickly jogged over to Alma. “Mature!” Alma gasped, surprised at the older woman’s sudden appearance.

“Alma sweety!” Mature exclaimed, picking up the smaller girl and hugging her tightly. Alma looked uncomfortable and confused. Vice and Mint just looked confused. “Oh,” Mature said as she set Alma back down. “Dear, it’s a bit breezy out. Don’t you think you should be wearing a sweater?”

Alma, Vice, and Mint facefaulted.

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The Damned Posted: 04-25-2003 , 06:16 PM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Though not one for optimism, I don't see where the harm could come from for acting in reverse. Oh well. For the glory of Jun! Junners, hoe! Erm... ho!:

King
Chapter 5: Uni Inverse
Section 1


Nantos, Capital of Light

"What a marvelous city!" King cried out, tears welling up in her eyes as she viewed the magnificent architecture of her new surroundings.

The towering buildings of Nantos, Capital of Light, Capital of Naclos, Capital of the Five, Capital of all they were fighting, had already overwhelmed her from the minute she opened her eyes. King now openly burst into tears, too happy about what the gorgeous city looked like to notice a middle-aged man run to her, his facial expression one of seeming worry. She hadn't even noticed that she was standing in a park of sorts, though no children were around to tip her off.

"My God!" He yelled, looking at the bloodstained clothes that King was wearing and the cuts in them, most noticeably the slash in them that had revealed her bra.

"Um...." he began, drooling at the slashed area, but quickly stemmed his libido temporary to restart his act, hoping King wouldn't notice; she was too busy crying. "Are you on alright Miss?!"

King was still crying, but she stopped as the man grabbed her shoulders and asked again. "Are you on alright young Lady?!"

"Yes... *sob* yes... *sob* I am *sob* fine..." King tearfully stammered, her tears rolling down her cheeks and all over her the neck, and now on to the man's hands. "It is... *sob* it is j... *sob*..."

"Yes?" He asked, concern still on painted on his face.

"It is jus... *sob* it is just... *sob*"

"Yes?!" The man inquired, now visibly annoyed for a moment. He swiftly regained his composure hoping King wouldn't notice; she didn't again as the lower part of her face was now completely wet.

"IT IS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL!!!" King suddenly blared, her face exploding in even more tears. "I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT!"

The man slightly sweatdropped. "You're not from around here."

Please say yes, please say yes. The man thought in synch with his groin.

"Yes. I mean," King paused to finally try, in a single Sisyphean attempt, and wipe the tears from her eyes; she momentarily stopped crying. "Well, no. I'm not from around here."

"Just as I figured," he said openly.

Just as I hoped. He thought inwardly. And just as I hope that I get to bend you over and....

His pornucopia of mental images were disrupting by King suddenly springing forward, embrace him in a tight enough hug that her breasts pressed again his chest. Soon, she wasn't the only thing that sprung forward, not that she noticed.

"Uh..." he said blushing, trying to resist the urge to do his male duty.

"Would it be too much ask you, kind sir," King began in a womanly whisper, slightly seductive, but unknowingly so; she had finally stopped crying completely. "If you could give a tour of this grand city?

"Uh sure," the man replied, he himself unsure about her seeming naiveté.

Is this my lucky day?

"And perhaps," she started again as she took a single whiff of her clothes before moving her head away, her face twisted in repugnance. "Even take me for a change of clothes?"

"Of course."

Of course! It will be easy get my bed sheets as your new clothes after we get these dirty, dirty clothes. Yes!

"Then, after, my brave, strong gentlemen, we would it be alright if I accompanied you home? I seem to be out of a residence!" King asked sheepishly, as she stepped back and attempted to curtsy with the torn pants she had on.

"Of course, my lady," he said, mimicking her as he responded with a bow.

So there is a God! And if what Kalis said about polite women being wild in the sack, then that will be the lay of a ten lifetimes! The man resisted pumping his arms in the air at his unbelievably good fortune.

"If I may have your arm, good sir," she asked.

"Please, fair lady..." he paused to think of how stupid he was sounding, but he finally decided it would be well worth it. "Call me Relius."

"Thank you sir, oh my! Sorry," she said, curtsying again at her "mistake". "Thank you Relius." She held out her right arm in a stiff looking sort of hook as she awaited him.

"That's alright..." he once again paused as he now stepped side-by-side with her and then hook his left arm to her arm. "Say, what is your name?"

"King," she shyly said, now embarrassed at its manliness; they began to walk.

"King?!" Relius asked rhetorically, honestly shocked. "That's no good...." He trailed off as he pretended to look upwards deep in though.

"What should we call you?" He began again, still looking up in "thought".

Queen of the Walking Breasts? Or perhaps Just Another Lay? The Missionary Positioned? Ruggedy Ann? Humping Humping Hippos?

He stopped abruptly, before snapping his fingers as a "Eureka!" look spread across his face. "I know, we'll call you 'Annifer', after my dear old grandmother."

The lousy whore, he added in thought.

"Okay," "Annifer" responded, also stopping.

"With that settled, let's go get you some new clothes."

Because the sooner we get you new clothes, the sooner I get to take them off.

And they began walking again.

---

The spirit of the special rule, King er... "Annifer" will be acting the opposite as she has before. This means that:


  • She wouldn't hide the fact that's a woman.
  • She'll be extremely grammatically correct.
  • She'll be emotive, but only in the lovey-dovey way.
  • She wouldn't fight or even think of it.
  • She's easily deceived/deluded.
  • She'll be wearing at least be wearing dress by time any one runs into her.


Also, Relius, though jealous and two-faced, will not act like an ass in front of King/Annifer. He will try to impress her, but not in anyway that will upset her.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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Wayne Posted: 04-25-2003 , 06:17 PM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In this entry....

-Mal'Ganis decides to try being human.
-So he does human stuff. Writes a love letter, goes to a bar, and so on.
-Quite possibly my only comedy post of all of SX. Spot all the cameos!

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Mal'Ganis tapped his chin with one of his iron-hard talons. No, that's still not right. He sighed and crumpled that eighteenth sheet of paper and tossed it aside, taking another and setting it on the desk in front of him. He shook his head and dipped his quill-pen into a handy vial of bl-- er, ink, yes, that just happened to be red[super]1[/super], and began writing anew.

Lady Jun,

Do you remember what we did in the hot springs just a few days ago? We should do it again sometime.


...no! That's totally wrong! If someone else reads that, they will get entirely the wrong idea.

He scowled and tossed the nineteenth letter away. Next....

---

Mal'Ganis's burning eyes were starting to blur. Thirty....

---

Lady Jun,

I recall fondly our all-too-brief time together in the city of your home. It was a city of unrivaled beauty, yet it now seems dim to my eyes, because you had left it.

And still it was the place where I first realized that another being in all the worlds cared for me, a beautiful, yet strong, woman, who took my heart when she offered me her soul. I learned that what I had done was wrong, and you helped to teach me that I could be more than what I was.

Now it seems we are nearing the end of our time together. We now stand in the capital of your enemies, and we are here as conquerors, not as guests. But a part of me... wishes that I could remain here, with you, forever. Yet also not 'forever,' for though as I am I will never die, your years are numbered by your own frail body, and then you will return to rest with your ancestors. And I would again be alone.

Jun, you had told me that I was an
Oni, a monster, who lived only to kill and took pleasure only in suffering. And that is what I was. And that you could not love. But, Jun... you also spoke of an existence where I need not prey on mortals to survive. An existence that, though alien to me, is what you have embraced.

Jun, what I mean to say is this. I am willing to become mortal, and forever give up my dark path, if it means I could stay with you, though our years be numbered.

You were the first person to ever show me love. Now, if you still will it, I will return it to you.

Thank you, Jun.

(Signed) Mal'Ganis


The Dreadlord almost couldn't believe it. Finally. Something that she would actually suffer to read all the way through.

"You!" Mal'Ganis yelled to the street below him, where a tall, blonde mortal was making a terrible racket removing piece after piece of red-and-gold powered armor, throwing them around the alley.

"Um, what?" Samus called up, running a hand through her wavy blonde hair.

Ooh... not bad, not bad at all... er.... "Er... yes. Would you do a favor for me?"

She crossed her arms over her top, which was some tight blue fabric; and left her finely toned midriff bare. "Depends. It'd best not be fighting those bloody pirates again... I think I broke a nail last time, and I hate getting blood all over my armor!"

Mal'Ganis drummed his fingers impatiently on the windowsill, then sighed again. "...you'll do." he murmured. "All you need do is deliver a letter for me. Do you think you... could, ah... do that for me?"

"Um, like, sure!" Samus called back up, giggling. "Anything for a nice guy like you."

The Nathrezim-- at least for now-- shook his head, but tossed the sealed envelope down to the blonde, who jumped up twice, finally grabbing it near the apex of her second hop. Mal'Ganis found himself incapable of looking away, and, upon finding his voice; called down to her, "Ah... very nice. That goes to Jun. You know her, right?"

"OK!"

....

...well.... Mal'Ganis thought, as the blonde woman skipped away, There are many things mortals are known for. I suppose now I need... to get a drink. Or a lot of drinks.

---

The Dreadlord wandered through Nantos for the better part of an hour, relying on his telepathy to try to find an open tavern-- the church crackdown was severe here, and nearly all the pubs he found-- there were surprisingly many-- were closed during the day.

Finally, near the south-western side of the capital, nestled among several tenemant complexes, was a remarkably busy bar. The wooden sign over the front double-doors was, curiously, in a Script besides Naclon, he assumed it was to hide it from the authorities. Mal'Ganis threw open the light twin doors and stepped in.

And this... is the capital of the church?!

Mal'Ganis possessed a formidable vocabulary; but even he could find no word to describe the scene within. Eventually he decided on something between "carousal" and "festival," trying to meet the double-bars and thus two rows of drunken patrons, an entire band near the left side, including a harpsichord, drums, and some harps and flutes; nearly a dozen dancing girls in strategic positions around the large-- he would say nearly eighty feet wide, twenty-five feet across, plus a kitchen in the back-- room.

All-- well, maybe half-- eyes turned toward Mal'Ganis. The Dreadlord nodded in reply of reply, keeping his head held up and gaze fierce. Almost immediately the buzz of conversation changed to the newcomer, and the demon made his way to the bar, taking a seat three down from the bartender himself, sweeping aside the two men on both sides of him with his wings.

"Barkeep?" Mal'Ganis began.

"Y-yeah?" the quivering human replied.

What was the mortal tradition... oh. "I would like to buy a drink for everyone in the Poring's Lap."

"Yeah!"

---

"So what's your name, pal?" a man to Mal'Ganis's left asked, and the demon barely noticed his religious symbol-- an ankh, for him-- tucked inside his robes.

"Aneth-- I mean, Ron. Ron. That's it."

"'Ron,' eh? Well, Ron, you seem like a really great guy. Want another drink?"

Mal'Ganis nodded. "That green beverage that gentleman," the demon said, gesturing with his head to a "man" that looked suspiciously like a bear, even down to his eyes, muzzle, claws... never mind... "Is having."

The barkeep's jaw dropped. "That's... um, well, pretty powerful. Are you sure?"

---

"So, 'Ron...' what's your last name?" one of the dancers asked huskily, patting his shoulder. "Nobody can have just one name."

"It's... um... the... Destroyer."

She blinked. "Eh?"

"Troy." Mal'Ganis amended quickly. "Troy. 'Ron Troy.' That's me."

Karen grinned and forced herself onto Mal'Ganis's lap. "Wanna drink, Ron Troy?"

---

"I'd drink that like, Tom." the mortal-in-training managed, pointing to a gold bottle, this one with a distinct squirrel label on it.

"Oh... no, Ron, you don't want that. It makes people jump around and say 'XD' a lot. Mm, hm. Dangerous brew."

"Ish fine," Mal'Ganis waved dismissively. "I can handle my licker."

Tim-- not Tom-- shrugged. "OK, fine." I mean, the mortal thought, At least he's picking all the really expensive ones.

---

"You drunk I'm think?" Mal'Ganis stammered, really getting into the swing of things now.

"I think you've had enough, pal." Tim replied, shaking his head.

"But I'm juss tryin' to see what bein' a mortal ish all aboot..." the demon said plaintively, looking at his twentieth or so, he'd long since lost count; glass.

"Well, gettin' drunk's a big part of it." said Lorelei, who was only on her third drink; Mal'Ganis had of course paid for them all. "Are you sleeping with anybody? That's a big part of it too. And most of us go to church, but... that doesn't seem your style."

"Nope. I'm church not liking it." he said, nodding. "If I like, really like, somebody, I gotta sleep wish her?"

The dancer nodded. "Yep, that's how it goes. Sometimes you need to give her gifts and stuff first, though. Unless she really likes you, or you get her drunk."

"I shee. So... ness time I see Jun, I need 'ta ask her to sleep with me? But why'sh that? To get warm?"

Lorelei blushed slightly. "Um... well, that's one way of saying it, I suppose."

---

"So tell us about this lucky girl, Ron." another red-skinned demon, who had introduced himself as Jeff; and had promptly gotten loaded himself, asked; and the entire bar chorused in approval.

"Oh, well, she's pretty nice," Mal'Ganis replied, suddenly sounded perfectly sober. When he noticed that nearly everyone was frowning, or in shock; at the sudden change, he realized that perhaps he had to keep up the act. "Yesh, she'sh think I'm pretty..." he mumbled. "And very nish. But she wanted ta break up wish me."

"Aww... there, there," Jeff offered, patting him on the back. "That's usually how it goes. What'd she tell you?"

"She worked out and said it wouldn't. Sinsh I steal souls and she'sh, well, kinda attashed to hers."

"Oh, yeah, them's the breaks, eh?" Jeff turned back to the bar. "Hey, Tim! Another! I'll pay for this one!"

Tim shook his head, but poured Mal'Ganis his sixty-third drink, and slid it down the counter to the demon, who wearily stared at it.

"I really think I'm done." Mal'Ganis replied, tone normal, and he slowly rose.

"Are you sure?" Agatha asked, playfully scratching under his chin.

"Ye-- er, yesh." the demon replied. "I learned I think losh o' stuff aboot bein' mortal. Like you need to letter girlsh, and sleep with writing, and give her gifts when she'sh as'leep if I like her. And get her drunk."

"Yep." Jeff replied, beaming; showing row after row of fangs. "That's just about it. It always worked for me!"

Mal'Ganis slowly nodded. "Gotcha." He staggered to the door, then turned around. "Thanks, to you all."

Well... that's... quite odd. Do I really need to do all those things to be a good mortal? On the other hand, I suppose it doesn't seem that complicated....

---

Remember, Mint, Shizumaru, Alma, and Testament, you're free to claim your R-votes this round.


"As you can see, your people are now mine. I will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis

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Slipstream Posted: 04-25-2003 , 06:41 PM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Yuri Hyuga I - The Man With The Monocle

Urmnaf Bort Huyga waved his arm languidly, the pipe's smoke wafting delicately through the afternoon summer air. "And so you see, my dear, is it not a far better thing to accept one's inner evil than to ever force it away? As Aristotle said, only by understanding our demons do we become men."

"Um..." the civilian stammered, clutching at her washing while being questioned by the strange man, "I guess so. But what happens if you can't handle it? The evil, I mean?"

"Why, then, one must try again until you succeed in doing so," the Russian replied, bringing the ornate wooden pipe back to his lips and drawing smoke into his lungs. An unsavoury habit, perhaps, but then it was his free choice to accept such worldy evils. "Is not life an endless series of challenges, being empty without such struggles?"

The woman stared at the strange man who had stopped to ask directions to the nearest church, then launched into some strange debate on the philosophy of evil after she'd mentioned what little demons her children were. "I - I don't know about that," she stammered, looking around nervously to see if anyone would rescue her from him. "I guess I understand what mischief they get up to, but I don't have to put up with it -"

Urmnaf interrupted her, one eye glinting in appreciation through a glass monocle. "Dear woman! Of course it is your task to discipline your charges - I only ask about the state of your own soul! It would not do to become embittered through the measures you must take with them, and have such feelings affect how you view them. They are human, after all, not demonic, no matter their behaviour."

Sighing, the woman put her washing back in the basket. She sure wasn't going to get anything done while this nutcase was here; she considered calling the police, but she couldn't honestly say he was doing anything wrong. "I... thank you for your words. I'll be sure to keep them in mind next time I have to handle the little 'uns."

The Harmonixer smiled broadly, straightening as he stood up from his idle lean against the wall. "That is all I would ask of you, and I thank you also for your directions. I leave you with one last thing before I go; a commerative haiku as rememberance of our meeting." Urmnaf cleared his through, removing the pipe from between his lips, then spoke richly into the silence.

"Thoughts of childhood play;

Understand their games and mess;

We were once like they."


Urmnaf chuckled lightly as he walked away from the poor bemused woman, enjoying the glow of the sun as he walked through the clean, open city. Such a place! Such an open, unrestricted city where free men could discuss ideas and exchange points of view without fear of discrimation! He was already warming to the place like he had no other in this tournament where they had been uncordially invited.

The Harmonixer sighed as he walked alone through Nantos, his crude steel boots striking down on the finely worked stonework of the streets. The beauty of the city was just amazing - it was like it had been designed from the ground up as a major place of peace, not starting out as a small village and developing overtime into a mess of civilisation.

He shook his head, running one thick hand through roughly-kept hair. He knew that his rough leather clothers were attracting attention from passerbys, polite in speech and perhaps too polite to say anything about his dress and decorum. He'd already seemed to have offended some of the locals, threatening with his weapons when they were unable to answer his questions and having to resolve certain problems with the local police force shortly afterwards.

And Yuri... such a crude name. It often drew him stares of attention when he used it in the Eastern lands, being the same as a Japanese word for unsavoury female conduct, and such things were now beginning to bother him now although they had entertained at the time. How could he have taken such crude satisfaction in the discomfort of others, inward pleasure from their looks of shock and disgust as he used his earthiness and base charm to entertain?

He had needed another name, one that was more respectful to himself and others. Urmnaf, his mother's original choice from before he was born.

Yes. That was a good name.

Luckily the woman's directions were easy to follow, although her mental structuring needed some honing in thought, and Urmnaf soon found himself at a small church near the centre of the city. He had learned from idle gossip that a man he wished to meet was here, spreading his wisdom and beliefs from the pulpit.

Religious verbosity was too tightly focused, of course - the laymen of the church might be learned in their fields, but too often they were unwilling to moderate their views with those of others. To lay their ideals down, to allow their inspection by the thoughts and beliefs down so that they might be modified for the better. That was the root of all philosophy.

Walking through the church's entrance into its well-lit interior, Urmnaf spied the man he wished to speak with. The robed sorceror was inside, still standing at the pulpit as he read from one of the great books of the church. It was good that he studied the great texts, believing not merely the internal logic of his own self, but his views still needed moderation and the Harmonixer wished to enter into debate with such a mind.

"Good day, Shang Tsung!" Urmnaf called out in greeting, lifting his pipe from his lips in politeness as the man looked up from his literature. "It is a fine thing to see you here!"

The sorceror looked up, smiling as he beheld the Harmonixer. "Goode Fellowe, welcome to thine humble place of prayer!" the man called back, laying down his text and stepping down from the pulpit to greet his visitor as an equal. "Mayest I enquire of what Purpose thee would set foote within this most sacred of places, thou who seemeth not to believe in Our Lord?"

"I came to speak with you, Lord Tsung," Urmnaf replied respectfully. "To speak of souls, and of demons, and what lies within us all. We spoke of such things in the place we first met, and I have wish to discuss such things with you!"

The sorceror stroked his beard, gesturing over to a table at one side. "Indeede, something I knoweth much of! Wouldst thoust partake of mine knowledge and the wine of the Church as We ponder such things?"

"I would, my opponent in thought," Urmnaf murmured as he walked over, "although my beliefs do not hold to such things. He tasted the wine; it was an excellent vintage, yet with an underlay of the common touch of all men. "Now," he began, "what do you say of the ownership of souls, whether our own or those of others?"

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EDIT: Ignore that special ability, if you saw it. I'll save up for later.

EDIT 2: Since this is my first post, I'll FOCUS.


People like you. People who plan out every little detail of their lives.

You could never understand me.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-25-2003 , 07:05 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Amethyst calmly walked the streets, smiling and nodding at the few passersby he encountered. So peaceful right now... There doesn't even seem to be any fighting going on... With any luck, we might get out of this area without any

deathburningcrushingkilling

trouble. ...What?

killdestroyshredrendbloodKILL


"Ugh!" Amethyst tottered for a moment, leaning against a lamppost as one hand went to his forehead. A passing man looked at him oddly.

"Are you... all right, sir?"

Amethyst nodded weakly. "Yes, just a bit of a sudden headache. If you could point me to the nearest druggist, I think I could find something to take for it." Numbly, Amethyst listened as the man related a series of directions.

"...And take a right on Fortuna Avenue. It'll be the third building on the right."

"Thank you..." killitkillitKILLIT

"You sure you're all right? You want me to see if I can flag down a carriage or something?"

Amethyst pushed himself off the lightpost. "No, I think I'll be... okay." DEATH

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Hooray for slow sanity loss!

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Exeter Posted: 04-25-2003 , 07:06 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Keep Yourself Alive~
Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track 2

I have sinned dear Father Father I have sinned
Try and help me Father
Won't you let me in? Liar
Nobody believes me Liar
Why don't they leave me alone?


The formless chorus faded into the background as the tension of the unfolding battle increased, and the beat became one of the rhthymic clash of swords.

"I'll enjoy watching you die, Sol!"

*clang*

"Wake up, boy!"

*crack*

The Fireseal flared menacingly as it flashed through the air, and its counterpart crackled with electricity as it sped through the intervening distance to meet it.

With a fraction more pressure, Sol's blade slid free of the Thunderseal and into a lunging slash, the sword smoking red as it took a swipe at Ky's chest, but the boy managed to avoid the blow with a quick spin. The Fuuraiken lit up, and a bolt of charged lightning manifested itself mere feet from Sol's face.

"Still using the same faulty tactics, eh kid?" Sol mocked as he sidestepped the attack, just parrying the following slash with the end of the Fuuenken as he rushed his adversary once more.

A second clash, and then Ky slid low, his kick knocking Sol off balance. As the Thunderseal dug painfully into Sol's legs, sending the man reeling, the knight smirked.

"You were saying?" he laughed, diving forward once more.

With speed that even Sol would have difficulty matching, the boy slid to a halt just behind him as his blade flashed again, steel shredding the bounty hunter's unprotected back. And still before he could react, Ky finished the attack with a quick backflip, the Thunderseal flaring azure as it tore into his side.

Landing gracefully, Kiske wasted no words as Sol recovered, grasping his sword in both hands to thrust at the man's chest just as he spun.

The tip of the blade found home inches from the dark-haired swordsman's heart, and blood splattered to the ground, but Sol didn't even grunt.

"Gun Flame!"

The inferno swept around the boy instantly, the heat searing into him painfully as he leapt back, releasing a second bolt of electricity from the Thunderseal.

Sol didn't so much as flinch as the Stun Edge found home. He rushed forward, flames blazing all around, and drove his fist into Kiske's gut just before the boy landed, rising into the air with all his might--

--Gritting his teeth, Ky brought his sword in close, clutching at it with both hands as a wave of white light washed around him, knocking Sol back to the ground.

Sire I have stolen stolen many times
Raised my voice in anger
When I know I never should
Liar oh ev'rybody deceives me
Liar why don't you leave me alone


The moment his foot struck the smooth floor of the cathedral, the knight swung his sword.

"Ride The Lightning!"

This time, Sol was ready.

Wordlessly, the bounty hunter twirled the Fuuenken about, and his very being ignited, the inferno surrounding him as he charged.

Fire and lightning clashed as the combatants collided.

Liar I have sailed the seas
Liar from Mars to Mercury
Liar I have drunk the wine
Liar time after time
Liar you're lying to me
Liar you're lying to me
Father please forgive me
You know you'll never leave me
Please will you direct me in the right way
Liar liar liar liar
Liar that's what they keep calling me
Liar liar liar


Wearily, the two men got to their feet and raised their weapons once more.

"Give it up, Ky," Sol muttered without any real conviction.

The blonde Frenchman cackled.

There's something I never thought I'd hear.

"Look, kid...you're not yourself. You--"

"Then who am I, Sol? You?"

Ignoring the other man's laughter, Sol frowned.

Yeah, that's right...you're a heartless bastard yourself, now.

Kiske's chuckle cut off abruptly as he raised the Thunderseal once more.

"No, Sol, no matter what I become in the days ahead, I will never be you. And now I'll prove it to you."

The Fuuraiken became a blur.

Listen are you gonna listen
Mama I'm gonna be your slave
All day long
Mama I'm gonna try behave
All day long
Mama I'm gonna be your slave
All day long
I'm gonna serve you till your dying day
All day long
I'm gonna keep you till your dying day
All day long
I'm gonna kneel down by your side and pray
All day long and pray
All day long and pray
All day long and pray
All day long all day long all day long
All day long all day long all day long


Gasping, Sol managed to block Ky's final strike just in time, but suffered a grazing blow as the furious knight pressed the advantage, forcing Sol to back off entirely.

Shit. Never would have thought he could fight like this.

Bleeding from several wounds, the bounty hunter focused on his defense, trying desperately to create an opening, but no opportunity for a counterattack was given.

Ky Kiske, consumed with a terrifying passion, was finally living his dream.

His eyes were hatred incarnate as he stared at his enemy, and still Sol fell back.

As the boy came ever closer to breaking past his guard, Sol noticed he seemed to be muttering to himself.

I've got to get him to snap out of it.

Ky laughed yet again as the Fuuraiken made deep gash in his opponent's arm, then gasped as the bounty hunter dropped his guard altogether and pressed forward, his hand shooting out to take the boy by the neck.

The Fuuraiken flashed again.

All day long all day long all day long
Liar liar they never ever let you win
Liar liar everything you do is sin
Liar nobody believes you
Liar they bring you down before you begin
Now let me tell you this
Now you know you could be dead before they let you


Ignoring the pain, Sol brought Ky's face close to his and whispered, "What happened to your justice?"

The boy's eyes remained focused on the blade of the Fuuraiken.

"Wha...what is this? What are you?"

"ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

His eyes wide, Ky looked up, then averted his gaze as Sol's eyes drilled into his.

"I...I..."

The bounty hunter's face was pale but nonetheless fearsome. "You've really fucked up this time, boy. Now, tell me. What happened to your goddamn justice?"

Ky looked at him again, briefly. His eyes narrowed.

"It died along with the men and women who trusted you," he replied quietly.

With a roar, the knight thrust Thunderseal still deeper into Sol's chest.

The Gear winced, then slammed his forehead into Kiske's chin. The knight went limp, and Sol dropped him to the ground. Slowly, the bounty hunter's hand gripped the hilt of the Fuuraiken.

"You'd better start seeing sense soon, Kiske, or your name'll be added to that list."

Sol screamed as he pulled the blade free.

The Fuuraiken clattered to the ground beside the blood-covered hand of Ky Kiske.

Falling to one knee, Sol glanced at Ky as the boy took the blade and rose wearily to his feet, his eyes still fierce and frightening.

"No, Sol. Whatever the hell you are, the only life that will be taken here is yours. I swear it!"

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Luna Posted: 04-25-2003 , 07:17 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

"Oh, thank you so much!" Opera happily accepted the ice cream from Vincent and began to eat it as daintily and ladylike as she could manage. It would be dreadful if she were to be anything less than proper around her gallant bodyguard, after all. "Goodness, this is delicious....what a wonderful way to spend the day, don't you think?" She inquired. "Much better than fighting, and being violent....I do so abhor those things." She shivered at the mere thought of such horrible ideas.

Vincent nodded in agreement as he took a large bite of his chocolate ice cream. Swallowing, he smiled winningly back at her. "Yes this is very good! Lovely day it is. Couldn't think of a better way than spending it with you, Opera." His smile widened as he gazed fondly at her. Opera flushed pink.

"And I feel the same way, Vinny. Your very presence seems to brighten up the day even further!" Oh Tria, thank you so much for bestowing upon me such a worthy protector! He is like a ray of beautiful sunshine into my formerly drab existance....it seems as though I hadn't truly lived until this beauteous moment!

Vincent grinned, and cast a glance around the park, seeming to look for something. Seconds later, his face lit up with an expression of almost childlike delight, and he clapped his hands together gleefully. "Let's go find the fountain!"

"Okay!" Opera squealed. Then her expression became distressed. "Oh, I don't have any ice cream on my face, do I?"

"Let's see...." Leaning forward, Vincent carefully inspected her face, and finally wiped a small bit of chocolate from her lips. "All set!" He grabbed Opera's hand. "Let's go find that fountain."

"Thank you so much!" Opera squeezed his hand and giggled girlishly. Vincent chuckled.

"C'mon! I'm feeling warm in this getup... I want to feel the sprinkle of the fountain!"

"Yes, let's go! I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, Vinny dear." Opera batted her eyelashes at him.

"C'mon! Let's run through this field of grass!" Vincent let go of Opera's hand and started running forward. "WHEEEEEE!" he exclaimed joyfully as his boots squished slightly on the damp grass.

"Oh, Vinny, don't leave me behind!" Opera cried. She took off running after him....only to trip on a rock and plunge forward. "Ahhh!"

Hearing her cry out, Vincent dashed back and caught her as she fell, only to topple backwards onto the grass himself, with Opera on top of him. "Oomph...." He looked slightly dazed. "You okay there, hon?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Oh....oh, I'm fine. Thanks to you...." Opera gazed adoringly down at her rescuer. He had never looked so handsome or noble than he did in this moment. "You saved me....thank you so much!" She wrapped her arms around Vincent's neck and hugged him tightly.

His chest swelling with pride, Vincent wrapped his arms around Opera's back and hugged her. To have assisted his beloved Opera in her time of need....he felt ten feet tall at this moment. " Anytime, sweetie. I couldn't see a lady as beautiful as yourself dirty yourself up...."

Opera's eyes welled up with tears of joy. "Oh, Vincent....you are far too kind to me. I do not deserve such a noble knight so pure of heart!"

"Naw, you're too kind." Vincent gently cupped Opera's cheek with his right hand. "You sure you okay after that fall? No twisted ankles or anything?"

Opera's eyes sparkled like sunshine on the ocean. "No, I am fine, thank you. Truly, your concern is unnecessary, though touching." She blushed slightly.

Chuckling, Vincent placed his elbows behind himself to sit up slightly. "Just making sure you aren't hurt...."

"I'm all right, really. And all because of you...." Opera's voice trailed off as she realized what he'd just done, and gasped. " Oh, I'm being horribly rude, aren't I? I should let you up so you don't dirty your cape on the grass!" She quickly and very carefully extricated herself from him and stood. Vincent rose as well, dusted himself off, and smiled at Opera.

"No harm done." He looked out toward the horizon, and his eyes lit up as he spotted something. "Say.... is that the fountain?" He jumped up and down with delight as he saw that he was correct. "IT IS! Last one there is a rotten egg!!!"

Opera giggled. "Oh, you can go on ahead, I don't think I should try to run in these awful shoes again." She frowned dejectedly at her high heels.

"Hmm...." Vincent looked down at Opera's shoes. Then he got down on his knees, picked up Opera's left leg, removed the shoe, and put her foot down. He then repeated the process with her other foot, and grinned up at her when he was done.

"Oh! Vincent!" Opera clasped her hands together. "What a smart idea! No wonder I didn't think of it!" She laughed merrily. "You are a genius!"

Laughing carelessly, Vincent stood and handed the shoes to the ever-adoring Opera. "Okay, ready now to race?"

"Well, I can't possibly win, but okay!" Opera giggled demurely.

"You never know 'till you try, hon," Vincent reminded her as he got ready. "On your mark...."

"Get set...." Opera continued.

"GO!" Vincent took off running, and Opera did the same.

Oh, he's so wonderful....he looks so handsome and dashing when he's running....

"I know you can run faster than that!" Vincent called back as he ran down the hill towards the fountain.

"Oh no, Vin-Vin, I couldn't possibly keep up with you, your legs are so much longer than mine!" Opera replied breathlessly as she struggled to catch up.

"C'mon!" Vincent slowed down a little, turned around, and starting running backwards, his eyes on Opera.

"All right, all right, I'm coming!" Opera sped up a bit as she raced down the hill.

Vincent grinned, but then his giddy expression abruptly vanished as he tripped on a rock and started to fall backwards. "AHH---OOMPH!"

"VINNY!" Opera shrieked. She ran forward and caught him, but not before he'd hit his head, though thankfully not hard, on the ground. "Oh darling Vinny, are you okay?! You're not hurt, are you?!" she asked frantically.

" N-not hu-urt, s-sweetie...." Vincent rubbed his head and collapsed onto his back.

"VINNY! Say something!" Opera grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "You have to be all right, I just don't know what I would DO if you were hurt! Oh, this is all my fault!" Her eyes welled up with tears.

Looking dazed, Vincent reached up with his right hand and placed it on Opera's pale, tear-streaked cheek. "You have six eyes now, sweetie...."

Opera gasped in horror. "Oh no! There's something wrong with your eyes? Oh, Vinny, it's going to be okay....it has to be!" She looked around the park frantically. "But....we need to get you to a doctor first!"

"Hon, it's okay...." Vincent sat up and smiled a little. "I think I got my focus back....you now only have five eyes." He winked and grinned at her.

Opera bit her lip and blushed a bit. "Oh, Vinny dear....are you sure? I don't want anything to happen to you...." She clutched his hand tightly in both of hers.

"I'm fine, honey." Getting up, Vincent pulled Opera with him, and jerked his head in the direction of the fountain. "C'mon, let's go sit on the edge of it."

"O-okay, but do watch yourself, all right? Take it easy....I'd hate to see you get hurt again." Opera's eyes filled with fresh tears at the mere thought of anything happening to her precious Vincent. She'd only just found him, and nothing was going to take him away from her if she had anything to do about it!

"Don't cry, sweetheart." Vincent hugged Opera. " I'll be just fine, don't you worry. I just lost wind, that's all." He softly kissed the top of her head.

"All right, if you say so." Opera hugged back tightly. "Let's go sit and rest at the fountain."

Vincent nodded, and kept an arm around Opera's shoulder as they walked slowly towards the fountain. "Yeah." He chuckled. "I don't want anything to ruin today! Let's eat some fudge while we're at the fountain, 'kay?" He held up the bag for her to see.

"Okay!" Opera smiled brightly up at him. "It's almost as sweet as you are!" she added cheerfully.

Vincent blushed. "Ha! You're not going to eat me up, are you?" He grinned and played with the rose that was still in Opera's blonde hair as they walked.

"Well, you're certainly cute enough to, but I wouldn't be able to enjoy your company or protection if I did that, would I?" Opera grinned back at him, her cheeks a bit pink.

Laughing out loud, Vincent wrapped his right arm around Opera's neck and gave her a gentle noogie with his claw. "You're too cute, Opera!"

Opera's cheeks pinkened further at the compliment. "Oh, Vinny! I bet you say that to all the girls! What a smooth-talker you are!" She giggled and ruffled his raven hair.

He laughed easily as he sat down on the edge of the fountain, taking Opera's hand as she joined him. "Naw, I don't. Only to those girls I like." He winked again at her.

Opera became, if possible, even redder at this. "Oh, Vinny...." She sighed and gazed adoringly at him. "I....I like you too, Vinny...." she managed shyly.

Smiling lovingly, Vincent cupped Opera's cheek with his right hand, and kissed her. Almost as though it were on cue, the fountain burst behind them.

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-25-2003 , 07:46 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

I only one 1 of my 4 matches during the tournament...but since it was my first one and since I've only been practicing for 4 months, I didn't do all that bad...

...I'm sleepy as hell though.

R Vote to Ky Kiske
R Vote to Sol

A Vote to Dorrin


ZZZzzzzz....


SRK Battle Poll II:10th place - Edge
SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place - Link


One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too good...

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Not to mention the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 08:05 PM

K' -- KOF

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?

quote:
Originally posted by ShinkuuR
I only one 1 of my 4 matches during the tournament...but since it was my first one and since I've only been practicing for 4 months, I didn't do all that bad...

...I'm sleepy as hell though.

R Vote to Ky Kiske
R Vote to Sol

A Vote to Dorrin


ZZZzzzzz....



Wiboo~~ FEncinG ... I remember my first match :P I broke the friggin' blade.. The coach was about to strangle me to death...

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Baka Posted: 04-25-2003 , 08:13 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 5:3 - Fatal Duel

burnkillmainkilldestroykill nothisisnotmethisisnotright burnkillSoldestroyerleftyoutodie notlikethis killhimkillhim NO YES!

Ky's eyes blazed with fury as his hand gripped the Fuuraiken again. Pulling himself up, he pointed the blade at Sol, glaring at him down the length of it.

"No, Sol. Whatever the hell you are, the only life that will be taken here is yours. I swear it!"

Sol sighed. "You can't beat me, Kiske. You're good, I'll give you that, but you cannot beat me!"

Ky howled with rage, blasting lightning down out of the blade, a searing arc that sped towards Sol - and now the Fuuraiken was extended just the same, flame shooting out - the blasts hit in midair, and exploded.

As the dust cleared, neither man moved. To move now was to give an advantage... a pebble, dislodged by the blast, tumbled down the wall - and Ky's eyes flickered to the side for one second.

That was all Sol needed.

Ignoring the wound in his side, he twirled in a circle, fire shooting out from his sword, spinning forward - and up, over Ky, to drop a line of superhot flame down onto Ky's head. The Holy Knight struggled to counter, but the flame shot down his back, burning a tender line of pain down his left shoulderblade. Wincing, Ky kicked himself upwards, grabbing at Sol's leg. Catching, he grinned, as he fired the Thunderseal straight up - the lightning coursed through Sol - and through Sol into Ky. Both men yelled out and fell to the ground, Sol recovering a split second before Ky.

The dark-haired man launched himself into Ky, slamming into his midsection - and both men went down in a breathless heap. Ky kicked out, knocking Sol off him, and flipped away, landing in a crouched defensive stance.

"Sol... " Sol stood up, clutching at the wound in his chest - his hands came away clean, where they should have been bloody. "Come and fight me, you fucking freak!" Ky's lips contorted in rage, as Sol launched himself again - this time going all-out. Fists and Fuuenken flying, he slammed into the young knight - pummelling away at his defences. Sol's fist slammed into Ky's chest, while swords locked together. With a cry of frustration, Ky pushed back - Sol's eyes widened, as Ky actually managed to push him! Shifting his grip, Sol held on with both hands against Ky's double-handed grip.

Without warning, Ky dropped one hand to his belt, flicking the other blade from its scabbard - with a rush of water, both fighters surged apart, as the Fuusuiken unleashed its power. Grinning, Ky turned to face Sol again, holding both blades ready.

"How much more do you have, Sol? How much? It's time you fucking paid for everything you've done! Die!"

As Ky charged forward, Sol grinned.

"DRAGON INSTALL!"


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

"I'm not good- looking enough to be party leader." - Robin Cook

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 08:33 PM

K' -- KOF

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?

Reversed personalities... Interesting. However, I've kicked mine up a "notch" compared to other's post.... Beware...

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K' walked along the streets of the impeccably clean city and eyed the several shops that he was passing by. His eyes radiated as he ran into a candy shop displaying delectable pieces of chocolates, caramels, truffles, and nougats. K''s mouth began to water as he gazed at the rows upon rows of endless mounds of sugar-sweet goodies. "My, oh my~! That just looks absolutely delicious!" he said in a mellifluous and almost feminine voice.

'What the hell am I saying? And, why am I acting like a woman?'

His new change in personality suppressed these thoughts and they were nothing but mere murmurs in his mind. K' continued to stare at the display of the candy shop and finally stood up with his arms crossed. He stroked the long strands of his hair behind his ears and walked inside the store.

'Jesus Christ...! Did I just shake my god damn ass walking in the store?!'

K' observed the pieces of candy and left with two bags of jellybeans and licorice sticks. He popped a jellybean in his mouth and gave a giggle. "Mmm... that cashier was just absolutely gorgeous. Nice, strong built body and he was handsome too. I should ask him for a cup of coffee sometime." K' said swooning.

'God help me....'

He continued down the street batting his eyelashes and giving several "Hi, darling~!"s to passerbys. She... Uhh.. I mean HE abruptly stopped in front of a large shopping center. K' squirmed with delight and screamed, "SHOPPING SPREE~~~!!!!"

K' pranced and hopped inside the enormous mall--Stepping inside, the first thing he spotted was a clothing shop. With a ecstatic smile he rushed in. "I have to change these dirty, ratty looking clothes anyway..." K' said to himself as he pushed the doors leading to the woman's section.

'Ratty looking clothes my ass... I'd show you a piece of mind if-- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE WOMAN'S DEPARTMENT!?!'

K' did a facepalm unthinkingly. "Why did I do that I wonder..."

BECAUSE I WANT OUT YOU FREAKIN' HOMO!

He shrugged it off and went into the--

'Don't... just DO NOT go in that part of the women's department...'

--area labeled "Brassiere and Underwear". An assistant came up towards K' and asked, "Do you need help, sir? Are you planning to buy something for your wife or girlfriend?"

"You could say something like that." K' answered.

'I can't believe that you...no, I, went in there. I'm going to kill Daisetsu after this. Why'd we have to wind up in this city out of all the damn places?'

After all the assistance's help, K' was free to roam around in bra and undie heaven. He proceeded to scamper from area to area until he finally tripped and face planted on a young woman's chest. He reverted his gaze upwards, revealing that he hand landed on Mature; Vice was next to her snickering. K''s face, still on Mature's bosom, found that she was wearing an elegant black brassiere. "Why! That's just the type of undergarment I was looking for!" K' exclaimed pulling off Mature's kimono.

Mature gave a small yelp and hit K' on the head with her fists. Her mouth began to quiver and small tears formed on her eyes.

"Oh no no no no! Don't misunderstand I was jus--"

Before he could even complete his sentence Mature yelled in a high-pitched voice, "RAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"

Several minutes later K' found himself lying outside the large shopping center, having been kicked out. K' sighed and spoke to himself, "Women...."

'I'm in Hell right? No.. this is worse than Hell, at least there I wouldn't act as if I wanted a damn sex change...'

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 08:44 PM

K' -- KOF

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?

.... Uhh... I shouldn't have posted that, should I? I think I pretty much ruined my rep in here now XD;;

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Exeter Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:02 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Machines~
Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track 3

"DRAGON INSTALL!"

The very ground shook with the force of Sol's cry, and Kiske, shocked, came out of his charge and staggered back, his two swords held in a defensive cross as he tried to regained his composure.

Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper light on his feet
A young fighter screaming with no time for doubt
With the pain and anger can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way


Though he'd used this power many times before, Sol Badguy realized that he'd never before had to rely upon it when fighting the blonde paladin. Ky had seemed amazed enough at his recovery from such a mortal wound; this was simply surreal.

"What...?"

Before he could so much as blink, Ky went hurtling into the far wall of the room.

I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now
I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now


Sol was motionless, his fist extended, a full eight feet forward from where he'd been standing only an instant before.

The stone and mortar of the wall dented with the force of the impact, and Kiske's eyes rolled back for a moment before focusing once more on his adversary.

A trickle of blood rolled down his cheek like a tear.

"You..." he whispered.

Listen all you people come gather round
I gotta get me a game plan gotta shake you to the ground
Just give me what I know is mine
People do you hear me just give me the sign
It ain't much I'm asking if you want the truth
Here's to the future for the dreams of youth


"Yeah, me," Sol boomed. He walked toward the downed knight casually, the Fireseal smoking in his hand. "The guy who beat Justice into a pulp, then killed him a few years later because your damn seal didn't hold. The guy who ought to be credited with you being alive at all, come to think of it."

I want it all (give it all) I want it all I want it all and I want it now
I want it all (yes I want it all) I want it all (hey)
I want it all and I want it now


Fuck that, I'm the one that created the Gears in the first place...or as good as.

Ky flinched at the man's words but said nothing.

"But no," Sol continued, ignoring the pain that was slowly manifesting in his head. "Instead, you see me as the guy who left you and your little friends to die. So, basically, you're saying that I was the only one keeping you alive in the first place, and still condemn me for it? Even after I told you why?"

The knight spat out blood bitterly as he tried to stand, his grip on the Fuusuiken and Fuuraiken failing.

"No," he replied angrily, "I believe not a word of it! You are no different from Justice!"

I'm a man with a one track mind
So much to do in one life time (people do you hear me)
Not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies
So I'm living it all (yes I'm living it all)
And I'm giving it all (and I'm giving it all)


"Try looking in the mirror sometime, Kiske."

Just as Ky regained his footing, Sol charged again, a blur of fiery death exploding across the room.

Ky managed a single swing with the Fuusuiken as the Gear flipped into the air and came down with a handful of napalm.

It ain't much I'm asking if you want the truth
Here's to the future
Hear the cry of youth (hear the cry hear the cry of youth)
I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now
I want it all (yeah yeah yeah) I want it all I want it all and I want it now


The two men froze for a moment.

"The hell?"

The blazing inferno had evaporated almost immediately into a thick, black smoke, and a tiny pool of water had formed at the feet of the two combatants.

Coughing, Ky gazed down at the Fuusuiken in awe as the blade's brilliant ice-blue hue reverted to a normal silver.

Then, smiling, he raised both blades once more.

"It seems you underestimated me, Badguy," he sneered.

Underestimated your good luck, is more like it. Bah.

Fighting off the pain in his head, Sol charged once more, and this time Ky was ready.

I want it
Now
I want it I want it


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Oh, R-vote to Shizumaru.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:09 PM

El Bruje Sale

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: The realm between the worlds...

Ine which Shange Tsunge is Excommunicatede from Ye Olde Churche...

"And fore whiche soule shall we speaketh of first? Thine, or mine?"

Urmnaf thought, then pointed at Shang Tsung. "Yours, first. Does your conscience ever bother you, when you consider that you took souls from still living people, and prevented them from entering the 'heaven' that you so devoutly preach?"

The sorcerer considered this. "Of a truth, and verily, I have long considered this mattere in prayere and consultation with the Worde, but I have come only to a limited understandinge. From what I can seee, the conciousnesse of thy soule is not taken from ye from mye soule-stealinge, but rathere, only the energye of the bodye. Therefore, our good Lord hath preserved the soule and the bodye together, so that neither maye fall into the Pite."

Urmnaf looked somewhat confused. "Say what now?"

Shang Tsung cleared his throat. "I believe that soulse and the Spirite are seperate, yet together unitede, so that when I 'steale' a soule, then the mane yet goeth to Heaven, in the presence of our Lord, forever and ever, amen."

The monocled man seemed pleased by this. "But, wouldn't you say that this is only an attempt to assauge your own conscience? Do you not feel remorse for what you have done?"

The Oriental man stroked his beard. "Nay, I do not believe this is an assaguemente, for I now knoweth that these soulse shall remaine with me forever and ever, and they shall be an eternale reproache and burdene to me and mine forever."

The man waved this aside. "Very well then. Of demons I would now speak, especially those that affect not the world as a whole, but rather those that tempt mortal men."

Shang Tsung nearly leaped to his feet. "Aye, I knowe of such abominationse well! Thee infernal Succubuse, the sly temptress that tempteth mene in their weakeste... er... temptatione, aye! And ye Incubuse, that doeth haunt ye dreams of maidense, temptinge them as their infernale sisters doeth tempt men. And ye Pite Lorde, which doeth command the legionse of thou enemy of all things, Satan!"

Shang Tsung made the sign of the guillotine, and continued. "And then the insidious Glabrezue, which doth tempt with powere and pride, whiche striketh all men. And lastly ye Erinyese, which is like unto a Succubuse, but are more subtle in their temptinge, with both powere and... er... the temptatione of ye flesh."

Urmnaf looked at Shang Tsung somewhat skeptically. "And how do you know so much of demons?"

The priest/sorcerer looked confused. "Ue... uhe... ume... Behold! I have hade personal exper... noe... All priests hath received instructione on their enemye, who resteth not, but prowleth around as a roaring lion, seeking to devoure."

The antagonist of this tirade looked bemused. "And what of human appearance?"

Verily and of a truth, Shang Tsung leapt to his feet and brandished his Shu at Urmnaf. "First Chronicles 11, verse 14! Doeth not even nature itself teach you it is a shame for a man to have long hair?" Doeth thou wisheth to be like the young man who fell from the Tower of Babel while listing to the Apostle Jonah's sermon on the Mount to the seven smooth stones and two fishes, while the lady Jezebel was thrown to the leviathan for her Seven Deadly Sins, and behold, the fragments of her were seven baskets full! While David was cast amongst the lions, who mouths were shut by a blazing furnace, and the angel of the Lord was sent amongst the reapers and said, 'Here ist thy day wages,' and gave him a serpent instead of a fish, wast thou like the foolish maidens, who trimmed not their wicks, but went into Sodom and Gomorrah to see the thousand Philistines destroyed by Samson and the thighbone of Jacob, and thus shared in their destruction by a great flood that washed out their sins as the worm that dieth not? Or perhaps you accounteth thyself as a good steward, who killed his master's son and was thusly proclaimed, 'Well done, thy good and faithful servant'?"

Urmnaf was completely befuddled. "I would make a rebuttal, but I have no idea of what you just said."

The sorcerer nearly shouted, "I want the real Yuri, not..."

The entire church went silent. One particularly vindictive deacon had a predatory grin.

"You want yuri? That is a sin, and an abomination! How dare you claim to have the Lord's forgiveness, while you yet live in iniquity, lusting after men in your sinful state?"

Shang Tsung was completely at a loss. "That... ist not what mine heart hath meant to say..."

But nothing stops a deacon once he smells blood. "This is a serious matter! No preacher should live in unconfessed, yea, nearly proclaimed, sin! I say we should have a business meeting! What say the church?"

Out of nowhere, the entire congregation of Ye Olde Church appeared. "Burn him!"
"Defrock him!"
"Teach him proper fear of the Lord!"
"Tear out his embowels and feed them to the ravens, while the rest of his body is burned after being branded and quarters, and thenceforth let him be put on bread and water for three months!"

The church was silent for a moment, and the deacon piously proclaimed, "We are compassionate men all. We will let him have a little meat and wine on Fridays."

Shang Tsung and Urmnaf looked at each other. "Mine brother," said the sorcerer, "I would assuredly speak unto thee of further profitable matters, but alas, a parsonse time is shorte indeed. Perhaps we shalle speak togethere again, in the Lord's goode time." With this, he performed the sign of the guillotine, and promptly dismissed himself and the monocled man.

With the entire congregation following, bearing the True Guillotine and having every intention of using it.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:15 PM

K' -- KOF

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?

Oh yeah.. forgot about voting.

1 R-Vote to Sol Badguy -- ***age man... ***age

Status:

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:19 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 5:1

Shizumaru was silent.

Granted, with a name that meant just that, it wasn't entirely unsurprising that he would be, but he was not talking out of lonliness - he was staring at his reflection in the waters of a pink marble fountain below him. He was precariously perched on the cupped palms of one of the figures in the middle; maidens in some sort of offering gesture. It didn't matter to him - as long as he could stay out of the way of prying eyes, it would be fine.

He stared down into the water miserably - the face was his. The body was his. But it had completely changed - snow white hair, the sickly yellow skin, the stripes, ears, horns - but the part that struck him above all else was clearly the most obvious feature - the wings. They were quite beautiful, he had to admit to himself; but they set him drastically off-balance - he kept falling over backwards into the hands of the stone maiden, and after about the seventh time, it was wildly frustrating.

So - now he was laying on his stomach, his arms cradling his head as he still looked down at his reflection.

He was still silent.

Shizumaru's gaze softened, seeing a young girl - couldn'tve been older than six - come running to the fountain in laughter. She was laughing as she took off her shoes, laughing as she took a tentative step into the water, and she laughed even more as she began to splash around, getting her pale pink sundress wet. Above her, Shizumaru looked down wistfully - ironic how the two portraits of innocence and impurity could seem to fit together so well. Because, since he'd thought on it, how naive could he possibly be right now?

His mind used to be constantly filled with thoughts of revenge on Minazuki Zankuro. His hand had felled countless men in the pursuit of that particular demon. His heart had lusted after a girl on rare occasions.

Served him right to now physically be the demon he was, didn't it?

He sighed deeply, and continued to watch the girl, splashing water all about and around. Did she know what darkness lay above her; that it could kill her at any second in an instant?

- why am I thinking such things?

Shizumaru shuddered, and sunk his head down, refusing to look at the girl any longer. He could still hear her laughter, however, and he immediately cupped his hands over his ears - nor did he want to hear her, if either would start to make him think of jumping down and seizing her neck to bite down into the flesh -

... you wretched demon...

Suddenly - he heard screaming. Immediately, he looked over the fingers of the stone maiden's hands to see what had happened to the girl. She was holding a long, white feather one of mine and had it clutched in one hand, tightly. The other hand was pointing at him boku desu?.

Pointing at him... she was afraid of him. Her eyes were wide open in terror, and every time she screamed, it bore into his mind, repeating itself over and over, along with the sight of those eyes. For a moment, Shizumaru was confused at why she was so scared - then his direction turned to his reflection in the water.

K - kajuu desu...

The girl quickly jumped out of the fountain water, scrambling to put on her shoes. She didn't bother with untying and retying the laces; she merely shoved her feet into them and tried to run off. It hadn't worked in her favor, for she constantly tripped over her feet and had scraped her knees and palms. The fear had passed her - now, she was crying, staring at her hands sadly.

Immediately, Shizumaru stood up on the palms of the stone maiden, and opened up his umbrella, preparing to simply float down and try to treat the little girl's injuries. He took a step off the hands and hung onto his umbrella in the air. As he floated to the ground, he couldn't help but notice the stray feathers that drifted off his wings - each and every one followed him on his way down to the ground.

Once his feet touched down, he shut the umbrella and slung it over his back - the weapon sheaths did not interfere with where his wings protruded from his shoulders. Slowly and carefully (for his wings still offset his balance), he approached the small girl, who was scrambling away from him as fast as she could.

"I do not intend to cause you any harm," he waved his hands to try and calm her. "Please - let me have a look at how serious your injuries are..."

The girl hesitated, not knowing if she should run away or stay next to Shizumaru, what with the way he looked - but she was brave, and settled on staying. She nodded her head, and Shizumaru knelt down next to her, smiling to appease her fears. Gently, he took one of her small hands in his, examined the scrape -

blood

- and sighed. "Would you allow me to treat your wounds? I will be gentle, of course..." Silently, his mind pleaded that she would let him do as such - and to his relief, she nodded. He smiled softly, and picked her up to carry her over to the fountain -

She cried out in pain, and Shizumaru immediately set her down. "W - what have I done wrong?" he was bewildered, and could only try and look over the girl to see what had happened. When she began to run off towards the fountain to throw her hands in the water, he stared curiously at the back of her dress - from which five streaks of blood ran across. He gasped and took a look at his own hands - of which one set of 'claws' was dripping in bright red blood.

His heartbeat raced - what have I done - ?? As fast as he could manage it, he ran back over to the girl by the fountain, running over strings of apologies in his mind - but one look at the reflection of his in the water, and he knew that she would never accept them or understand the pain he was feeling right now. The little girl started to cry, and he knelt down to try and apologize to her, when she started to hit him all over - slapping, kicking; none of which hurt him much, except for what she screamed:

"You monster! I hate you! I hate you!! Get away from me!!"

With one final slap to the face, she ran away, crying.

Shizumaru was silent.

Again, he stared at his hand - the blood was drying quickly. He plunged it into the water of the fountain, and watched the blood swirl away from his hand and mix into the rest of the water, giving it a subtle brown hue. Through it, he could see his reflection again - the skin, the hair, the ears, stripes, claws -

- and those god damned wings.

He blinked. When was the last time he'd cursed?

It didn't matter to him then - all he could do was focus on the reflection in the water. His wings twitched, and in a split-second, he threw both hands into the water to try and grab them, rip them off, throw them aside - anger consumed him, cursing his very body and the demon which had caused it all. You - if you had not been here, if you had not awakened - !!

Shh, shh, calm down...

Get out of my head - I do not want you here!!

Did I not just ask you to calm yourself? You shall get nowhere if you blindly assume that it was my decision to -

...

Ahh... so reluctant to face the truth, ne? Do not persist in worrying...

Say no more, demon -

Ameki.

... Ameki. Please...


Shizumaru was silent.

Then, suddenly, staring at his reflection, anger grew within his heart, and, consumed by the emotion, unsheathed his nodachi and plunged it into the heart of the reflection, screaming "Doushite? Doushite??"

Trembling, he waited for the water to settle, and then slowly resheathed his nodachi. He stood up on his feet, and ran off, away from the fountain that exposed his appearance all too well to his eyes. Shizumaru tried to calm down his anger by taking in deep breaths, but he found it useless after a while, and sank to his knees.

"Doushite..."

He looked up to the sky.

"Doushite??"

Then he was silent again.

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R-votes to:
Shang Tsung
Sol


a lonely soul ____________________ moonlit skies
speaker of silence ________________ candlelit town
footsteps in the night _____________ eyes cast in gloom
utter reliance ____________________ a saddened frown

sweet serenity __________________ shielded by innocence
waits to be broken _______________ hidden by beauty
its mouth aghast ________________ the demon sleeps within
a demon hath spoken ____________ destroying naievte

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:30 PM

K' -- KOF

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?

... Hmm --- Anoter R-Vote goes to Opera. Opera and VInny kick ass too :P

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Ryudo Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:31 PM

ph33r :O~

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: New Jersey~

Alternative Scenario 01 - I Feel So Happy... (or Ryudo on an Acid Trip)

"Tra la la la la la la~"

Ryudo skipped merrily through a park in the city of Nantos. For some reason, he never felt this carefree and happy in his world. He didn't even feel this carefree on that beach.

"It's gotta be something in the air," thought Ryudo, "But I don't care. I feel so happy~"

Ryudo continued to skip throughout the park. Then he stopped and headed over to a small flowerpatch. He picked up one of the flowers and smelled it.

"What a beautiful smell!" exclaimed Ryudo. After getting a good wiff of the flower, he put it in his spikey brown hair. He then proceded to skip over to a nearby tree. Some squirrels were running around the trunk. Suddenly, one of the squirrels ran down the tree trunk and climbed up onto Ryudo's shoulder. He patted the squirrel gently on the head.

"Hello there, little feller!" Ryudo said pleasantly to the squirrel. To his surprise, the squirrel spoke back.

"Why, hullo mate!" the squirrel said. "Shine yo' shoes, guv'na? Only 20 pence!"

"No thanks, my shoes are shiny enough, thanks to the good blessings of His Holiness, Granas!"

"Granas, eh? He must be a bloody fine gent," said the squirrel. Suddenly, Ryudo heard a small beeping. The squirrel looked on the small watch on his left wrist.

"Blimey! Look at the time. I have to get going, bloke. I need to meet me mate for tea in 5 minutes! G'day!" And so, the squirrel left and headed back into a small opening in the tree.

"Nice meeting you!" shouted Ryudo, and he continued to skip through the park.

A-vote to unamed boss

R-vote to Daisetsu
R-vote to Testament
R-vote to Yuri


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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:51 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: Dragon Ball Z (Comedy) - Vegeta Rapping

Bruce had spent a long day walking, and during his travels, he met many a woman who groped his ass. But, being the noble, just man he was, he decided not to follow up on any of these advances. Later, he receives a proverbial chew out from his comrades.

You are one STUPID FUCK. I'm taking over this shit.

...fine. Just don't get us killed, or anything, right?


Kyo Kusanagi tapped in and began to take his pants off.

"HEY, BITCHES!!! YOU WANT SOME OF THE WARP PIPE?!" Kyo paraded around the city, slapping people in the face with his schlong. "WOO HOO!!!"

...

Mother fucker's gonna get our dick ripped off.

Have you noticed the way people are acting? Everyone is eccentric; they betray their own personalities.

What're you saying?

Yet, we remain...the same. I believe that our psyche cannot be overwhelmed, with five guardians.


"WHO WANTS THA' ROD?!" Kyo shouted cockily. "YEAH, I'M THE BEST!" Strutting his package on a city street, a young woman came from behind Kusanagi and began to caress him.

"Yo, yo, check this shit here. Yo' cock is mad big. Mm. I'ma blast this mother fucker here, then I'ma free tha' niggaz," groaned Yuffie Kisaragi.

"Damn baby, you keepin' it real?" Kyo said. His head (on top of his shoulders) became hot; Kyo grabbed Yuffie, and began humping her on the clean street, right there.

"Bitch, get the fuck up off me. I'M riding the scrawny pony up IN this mutha fucka." Yuffie ripped Kyo off of her and began to hump Kyo's ass with her fierce cooch. "Ah, ah fuck yeah."

OH FUCK!!!, thought everyone in Bruce's mind.

COOCHIES CAN DO THAT?!

Yuffie grabbed Kyo, drooling in ecstacy, and shoved him against the wall. He put her mouth on his chew-wang, and cupped his SACK.

"Aw shit, I'm feelin some big MATERIA. You gots Final Attack & Phoneix, don't ya...mmm...yo' wang tastes like a Hershey's kiss."

OH MY GOD.

"...alright, I'm through with your lo-cum ass." Yuffie kicked Kyo to the curve. "Comin' so soon, fuck, you ain't shit."


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
3rd World Pimp - OGs.

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m121akuma Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:55 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

Registered: Apr 2001
Location: Southfield, MI. Bitches.

R-Vote Sol
R-Vote Ky

I couldn't decide which one of you is doing the better job, so I'll give you both the vote. I don't even want to post any more of the misadventures of Dan....that would spoil the moment. Just...wow.


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Baka Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:57 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 5:4 - Conclusion

Swinging the Fuusuiken, Ky smashed the blade into the Fuuenken - and the Fuuraiken swung round - but Sol wasn't there. Glowing - glowing! - with some power Ky didn't understand - but he was sure the freak hadn't used his last trick yet.

"Damn you, Sol Badguy.." Ky muttered, teeth gritting as he span round, looking for his opponent. A gout of flame washed over the Fuusuiken, dissolving into a puff of smoke as he watched - and he was there!

"SACRED EDGE!" Ky traced the mystic seal in the air, then shot his blast of lightning into Sol's path - it clipped his leg, knocking him to the floor, and Ky wasted no time sending an arrow-shaped torrent of water at Sol. The blast splashed over him, making an audible hissing noise, as Sol flickered - and was gone - and was behind Ky, smashing his flaming fist into Ky's back. The Holy Knight pitched forward, and Sol's blade sliced into his back. Rolling away, Ky grimaced, jumping to his feet.

Wait! Don't fight... here?

"Sol! WAIT!" - but Sol didn't wait, his attacks coming thick and fast. A fist took Ky in the head, and he span and dropped - and Sol sagged, falling to his knees, holding his head. Ky looked at him - and some of the fire left him. He's... hurting. Ky pulled himself to his feet, coughing. A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, but he paid it no attention. His opponent was there, weakened. Now was his change to don't strike! Don't lose yourself even more!

Screaming, Ky grabbed at his head, turning, spining away. Smashing his fist into the wall, he looked at it in surprise. Pain, pain so intense... so... he turned again.

"Sol.. I don't know who or what you truly are... but I know you defeated Justice. You did the world a favour in that - " Ky sighed, his voice falling to a near-whisper. "..but it's not enough. Nothing can redeem your sins now. I know I probably cannot beat you, Sol - but you must understand - " Sol grinned. Sounded like the old Ky was back . " - you must understand, I must do this. I cannot, on my honour as knight, as leader of the Holy Order, and as a human being, fighting for survival in the hell that is our world... I cannot let you go now."

Sol stood up, shaking his head. "Always one for dramatics, eh, Kiske? Good to have you back. I hear you.. I'll give you one more chance. Come at me with all you got, kid."

Ky nodded, raising both blades one last time. Bowing to his opponent, he muttered a short prayer to his god. I don't have the right to ask for this anymore, Lord.. but please... watch over this man.. if I.. don't make it.

Then he charged.

And Sol charged.

Clashing in the middle, both men jumped back - Ky unleashing a blast of water into Sol's face, countered by a gout of flame rushing from the Fuuenken. Swinging round, Ky dove forwards into a kick, which Sol flipped forward to avoid, his falling fist almost hitting Ky in the face. Flipping to his feet, Ky let off another burst of lightning, before sliding in - Sol blocked his slide with the Fuuenken - but the uppercut following came from nowhere to smack into Sol's chest. Sol jumped back, recoiling from the blow, rebounding off the cathedral walls, the ceiling - and descending on Ky, sword outstretched like a bloody angel of death - Ky's Fuuraiken swung up, firing a blast of lightning - Sol pushed off a pillar, into the path of the Fuusuiken's water cannon - he pushed off again - and the Gunflame engulfed them both.

...and slowly the flames died down. Sol stood up slowly, joints aching, looking down at Ky's prone body.

"See, kid.. I found the weakness in your defence. You can only fire one blast from those things at once. If it misses, that's it. And that's why you're on the floor, and I'm standing up." Sol grinned - and reached down a hand to Ky. Ky looked at him in amazement, then gripped Sol's weathered hand firmly, pulling himself up.

"Will you look at yourself, Kiske - you're a mess."

"You aren't so attractive yourself right now, Sol." Ky ventured a smile.. they both knew who had won again. "So what happens now, Sol?"

"I walk outta that door, you wait 5 minutes, then you try and catch up with me again. Ain't that how it works?" Sol grinned back, then turned away, pulling Ky's crumpled cigarette packet. "Thanks for the smokes, Ky. See ya around." And saying so, Sol walked out of the cathedral door.

Ky blinked. It had all happened so fast... what had come over him? His mind... he didn't remember all of it - and he wasn't going to think too hard about it - but he knew one thing.

He'd just lost to Sol.

And while he might lose this day... he would come back fighting. He wondered for a second why they fought over and over again, and he realised something - the reason was lost in the years, in the wars, in the deaths. But the fight.. the fight lived on. And next time, Ky wouldn't lose.

Whistling to himself, he began to walk towards the Cathedral door himself...

Show must go on...

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R-vote to Shang Tsung


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