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Switchblade Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:35 AM

Road Warrior

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

“Well, well, look what we have here.” Mature said, pointing her companion’s attention towards a pair of teenage children standing together. One was a boy with red hair who carried a large umbrella, the other a young blonde girl. There clothes were vastly different from anything Vice or Mature had seen the natives of this place wear, a fact which led to only one conclusion. “I guess they’re inviting children to this little game, too.”

“Looks like,” Vice replied, crossing her arms and turning away. She knew that Mature had pointed the two out for a reason, but in all honesty she failed to share her partner’s interest.

Mature noticed Vice’s lack of interest and gave a slight frown. She was used to having disagreements with the brunette, but she had hoped that Vice would have picked up on the same train of thought as her. “Look at the girl,” she said.

Vice gave a show of sighing audibly then turned back to regard the teenage girl again. She looked to be barely in her mid-teens, and her clothing bore definite signs of a medieval society. “Fine,” she said, “I’m looking. What?”

Mature slid up to her partner and put an arm around her shoulders. “I want her,” she whispered into Vice’s ear.

The brunette assassin rolled her eyes and stepped away from Mature. “Is that all?” she asked. “I never figured you for being into the lolita thing.”

Mature’s body stiffened and she crossed her arms. “Don’t be vulgar,” she said, “I don’t mean it like that.”

Vice gave a short laugh and looked back at the two teens again. This time, though, it was the boy who caught her attention. There was something about him, something she couldn’t quite place a finger on. It felt as if somewhere deep inside he was singing a song, and a part of her wanted desperately to sing back.

“Just look at her,” Mature continued, unaware that Vice was no longer listening. “So innocent and pure. So… virginal. She’s like a big lump of clay. I want to sculpt her, strip away that innocence and unleash the demon within. She has so much potential. A little guidance in the right direction and she’ll be a thing of beauty.” Just like me, the blonde finished silently. Mature had never had feelings like this before. Such an overpowering urge to guide a younger person’s life, away from empty promises and into the joyful world of pain and pleasure. “Come on,” she said to Vice, “Let’s go introduce ourselves. It’s a big, scary world, and such young children should have the protection of some caring older women.”

Mature tapped her partner on the shoulder and started walking towards the unsuspecting Alma and Shizumaru, making certain that she had her sweetest smile on. Vice, still distracted by the boy’s inner darkness, nodded mutely and followed.

R-Vote to Alma
R-Vote to Shizumaru

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Exeter Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:46 AM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Blurred Vision~
Sol Badguy--Album 1, Track 1

The monitor flickered suddenly as the man turned a dial on the console, startling one of the assistants into dropping a vial onto the floor. Careful not to bump any of the equipment, Frederick turned his head to look at her. A short, slim girl of no more than twenty, wearing small spectacles and a labcoat, and trying very hard to avoid detection by any of the scientists. She saw Frederick's eyes on her and gave him a lopsided smile, then snatched up the luckily unbroken vial from the ground and began to tiptoe out the door.

"Lydia, dear, please be more careful next time," the man said without looking up. Lydia jumped a second time and nearly dropped the vial again, but managed to recover almost gracefully.

"Yes, sir," she said with a nod, and scampered off.

Frederick smiled slightly. "You still have quite the way with people."

"I should think so," the man replied, still not averting his gaze from the panel. "I've had plenty of time to practice. I recall you acting much the same way as young Lydia when you started work here, Frederick, not so many years ago."

Lifting his head a moment to adjust his glasses, Frederick laughed. "And now look how far we've come."

The man shared in his laughter for a moment. "Indeed," he said nostalgically. "Soon, Frederick, we'll be beyond even our greatest expectations, if this experiment--your experiment--is successful. And you, my dear boy, will be immune to famine, disease, cancer, and worse. Think what you could do!"

"Heh, maybe I'll take up smoking."

The two shared a moment of laughter once more, and...


Sol scowled at nothing in particular as he made his way down the arid desert street.

The beat was completely gone. There was only howl of the wind, now.

This shithole place is messing with my head.

He knew, though, that his current mindset was more a result of his battle with one silver-haired samurai than being ripped from his own world and stuck in another, and with all his power diminished.

Well...sort of. He'd still managed to hold his own without exerting any real effort. But not since that battle with Slayer, so many years ago, had his opponent met him blow-for-blow.

And then there was Kiske.

How the hell did he do that, anyway?

Sol paused a moment to find a cigarette, carefully lighting it with the tip of his thumb, and was relieved to discover that he seemed to be completely corporeal at last, as Daisetsu had promised.

...that little bastard wants me to fight for him? I think not.

In sudden fury, Sol dropped the Fireseal to the ground and drove his fist into the wall of one of the building beside him, sending a chunk of sealed sand flying. The small crowd of people behind him scattered.

"Goddamn it!"

"Hey, you want to watch what you're doing?"

Sol turned. "...who the hell are you? No, you're...you're one of the assholes who brought me here."

Kalten folded his arms across his chest and frowned. "I've had it about to here with people blaming me for Da...no, nevermind. You wouldn't understand anyway."

"The hell I wouldn't. I've had my fill of people fucking up my life without my consent to last me a lifetime."

Three lifetimes, even.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Sol tapped his cigarette against the jagged edge of the building and smirked. "No, I think you'd better give me some kind of explanation, pal. Otherwise...." He glanced down at the Fuuenken, its blade buried in the sand.

"Is that a threat?" Kalten almost laughed, but managed to stop himself at a lopsided, toothy grin. "Remember what Daisetsu said, my friend...I and my three associates are the only ones keeping you alive."

"Guess we'll find out, won't we?"

With that, the Fireseal was in his hand once more.

But the feeling of another presence stopped him. The voice that followed confirmed his suspicion.

"...Holy Zen! You're here too?"

Chipp Zanuff.

With a sigh, Sol gave one last glare at Kalten and turned to the ninja.

"Yeah, lucky me," he replied smugly.

I thought that idiot Daisetsu said something about people with some goddamn potential?

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Here at last. Whee.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:10 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

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

Cue song: Street Fighter Alpha 2 - Dan's Theme

I think he's passed out. Bruce stood above the pink karate man, noticing the fragments of an exploded bomb which surrounded him. Did he get hit over the with a vase or something?

I heard about this guy! That's Dan Hibiki! The guy who loses every martial arts tournament he enters! What a twat. Let's leave him here.

He might only be that to you, but he's a hero to me; he's the pimpmasta! A legend in his own right! John Gotti'd kiss his feet if he could.

Look, are you some washed up gangster?

I'm not washed up, you fucking prick. I'm OG.

Spare me your old school mentality!

Hush up. I'll check up on him.
Bruce took Dan Hibiki's pulse. Alive. With a moist towelette, he dabbed Dan's forehead. Scratches could get infected. With that, Dan woke up.

"Whoa, what happened?"

"I dunno. Can you move?" Bruce watched Dan wiggle his arms up as he tried to stand. "Take it easy."

"You looked after me, huh? The PIMPMASTA appreciates your good will! I'll see you later; I have some genuine ASS to pimp!" Dan ran towards the nearest female he could find.

Weird fellow.

They are all weird.

Not as weird as us though, shit.


***

R-Vote! Dan Hibiki!

That makes one R-Vote and two A-Votes in inventory. It would be wise to use these when they matter the most.

The Professor? It's you, isn't it?

Hey, it's genius.

Smart Hulk is finally here.

God DAMN, not another one of you assholes!

The spiritual energy finally got me. I waited a long time, that I did. Who's this lad? Your long lost teenage angst, Bruce?

Bite me.

Actually, he's an implanted personality.

I see...an interesting experiment for all of us, isn't it?


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

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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Lantis Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:18 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Setsuna wobbles a bit from King's attack. He admits...he never saw it coming. Setsuna grabs his head, and shakes it rapidly to gain some sense back into him. But then he notices he feels no pain at all....

"Why is that I can't feel in myself the pain I should be feeling after such an attack?"

Setsuna slowly gets up and looks around the room. The crowd is obviously hyped up at the intense action displayed, but he noticed something weird. He sees Falcon walking around, doing his usual comical gags, with just a piercing in his cloth where Setsuna had slashed him...but no visible wound in sight? No traces of blood? Setsuna then turns towards Chipp Zanuff...His clothes are still ragged, but no visible slashes? And Setsuna thought he had got him good....

"What is the meaning if this?", Setsuna sneered.

"Don't you remember, Setsuna? For this day, all competitors are still intagible. No matter how hard you attack an opponent...they are still not completely materialized yet. This is just a training session, remember?"

A voice echoed into Setsuna's head like a roar. He tried to notice what was going on, but he didn't see anything. Maybe it was Daisetsu...? Or somebody else talking to him?

Setsuna looked at his hands...indeed, they were still not quite visible to him, and he hadn't noticed it. Setsuna stomps the floor, and grabs the hilt of his sword.

"Hmph! What should I care for such petty games....?"

Setsuna then catches King from the back of his eye, drinking a glass of wine. Setsuna gloats and gives an evil grin.

"If everything goes...we'll see how much can they take...."

Setsuna slowly walks over to where King is. King barely notices the approach of Setsuna, who calmly walks towards the fighter. Setsuna calmly puts a hand on King's shoulder, and King trembles with a cold sensation tingling up her spine. She chokes a bit on her wine, but is frozen stiff and dares not to look behind.

"You think you are so tough, eh? Roughing me up like that? Like you had a chance!"

King barely muttered some words, as she slowly lowered her glass of wine towards the table, her hand still shaking.

"Don't brag so much yourself about yourself, creep! You think you run the shots around here, but we're all in the same boat! Same goes for you!"

Setsuna made a pretty nasty face, as he reared his other hand to punch King. But a thundering voice crashed behind his back.

"Yo, King! I've been waiting to even the score, bastard!"

Setsuna turned around, and glimpsed at a young man...who kinda looked like him. Same skin tone...same hair color...except he had black leather dressed all over him, and a red glove to match. His eyes showed the same angry expression Setsuna always has. Setsuna could feel within him the rage and determination of a beast of fire.

King finally broke free from Setsuna's influence, and as if waking up from a dream, she turned around to face K'.

"Well, well...K'! It has been a while...missed me in the King of Fighters tournament? Still bet you are up to no good!"

K' spit on the floor, and cleaned his mouth, sporting an unfriendly face.

"Yeah! I've beated a lot of ugly mugs there, but I haven't beated on your sorry ass yet! Time for you to atone your sins!"

King fixed her gloves, and beckoned for K'. "We shall see about that!"

Having said that, K's red glove suddenly lit up with a majestic cloud of flames, fine at first, then violent and rowdy in the end. King was astonished by this display of power....only Kyo had that sort of control. And K' has become closer to mastering the Kusanagi blood within him, and he smiled evily at King, as all the flames swirling around his arm focused on his open palm.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

K' extended his open palm to King, and a tongue of flame spewed forward to reach out for King in an uncontrolable rage. King was set to defend herself, but suddenly, Setsuna embraced her from behind. Then he turned around and took the flame blast dead on his back. As the smoke cleared off, Setsuna's turncoat was mildly burned...again, he felt the burning sensation at first, but slowly dwindled away. He turned around to face the surprised K'.

"And you are....?"

"Consider me...your worst nightmare...."

Setsuna grabbed the table where King had laid her glass wine on. And threw it towards K'. K' moved just in time to dodge the table...but the glass of wine smacked him in the face. Wine flowed into his eyes, and K' had a hard time regaining his sight.

"That will sooth down his temper a bit....."

Setsuna now looked back at King, who was blushing.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? Don't like being saved?"

King made a frown and pushed Sestuna away.

"You're such a preposterous jerk!"

Setsuna was puzzled.

"I never thought a man like him would be so wild...."

1 A-Vote to K'
1 R-Vote to King

Am I getting the hang of this?


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

*First Champion of SRK Survivor Tournament - Character: Rock Howard
*6th place in SRK Survivor Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro
*6th place in SRK Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails.
He who forgets will be destined to remember.

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:24 PM

Blade of Vengeance

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

Okay, since I have almost no time, I'm gonna have to do something I hate... vote dumping!

1 A-Vote to Allen Snyder
1 A-Vote to Airman
1 A-Vote to Kuma
1 A-Vote to Rogue

1 R-Vote to Hisame Shizumaru
1 R-Vote to Amano Maya
1 R-Vote to Bruce Banner
1 R-vote to Tingle

Use of Ability: Vanish


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Krizak Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:37 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Well, since Carly posted the Tickle-Me Elmdor picture, I now find myself having dedicated my rings to the cause of one Hisame Shizumaru, and as such, I think I'll switch back to Lord Dorrin in order to better help the troubled young bishounen. Well, that, and because Mint can't resist his sexy body.

Look out, Alma; you've got competition.

Oh, and this post occurs before Tingle runs into Mal'Ganis, since, you know, I need him invisible...

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Phase One (Excitement) - Domination and Desecration

The potential to become a god...

Mint continued to turn the idea over in her head as she sat in the restaurant, the plate in front of her containing the remains of her third serving. Shortly after Daisetsu had finished his speech, she had found herself to be famished, so she had decided to spend the first few hours 'gathering her strength', so to speak. Mint didn't actually know what this restaurant was serving her - she had just asked for the house special - but it was well cooked, tasted good, and had not a trace of pumpkin anywhere in it, so it was good enough for Mint.

With the powers of a god - no, make that a goddess - I wouldn't have any need for the Dewprism. I would be able to wield such power just by thinking it! The world would be my plaything... and not just my world! I could conquer multiple worlds! Entire universes, even! Nobody could stop me!

"MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-ha... ha... um..." Mint gradually stopped laughing as she realized that everyone was staring at her. "Um... I was thinking of something funny from earlier... That's it..." The stares continued for a second, before everyone went back to what they were doing.

Great work, Mint. I'll just gather attention to myself and ensure that I get a swift and merciless beatdown like last time. No, if I want to get through this tournament, or war, or whatever it is that this Daisetsu has in store for us, I'm going to need allies. People who I can trust. More importantly, people who will trust me until I finally stab them in the back...

Leaving a few gold pieces on the table (Just because it's free doesn't mean the waiter doesn't deserve a nice tip...), Mint walked out of the restaurant looked around the city. Alright, where to begin? Perhaps I should check around for an armour shop; if this really is a war, I might need more than my magic to protect me.

But before Mint had taken three steps, she had collided head-on with seemingly thin air. "OW!" she cried out as she bounced backwards and landed in the soft desert sand. "What the-?" She watched as the air in front of her shimmered, slowly revealing a pale white demon with enormous wings and a rather distinguished look about him.

"Impudent girl! You have ruined my spell!" The demonic creature looked over Mint as he spoke. Curses! I recognize this one from the gathering in the beginning. I will be unable to take her soul... "Out of my way, mortal! I have important business to attend to!" Brushing by Mint, the Dreadlord continued on his way.

"I don't think so..." Mint mumbled, jumping to her feet and quickly brushing herself off. Glancing back towards the demon, she began to run at full speed towards him. Jumping at the last moment, she delivered a powerful dropkick between the Dreadlord's wings, sending him flying a few feet through the air before sliding through the sand.

Mint stood there, glaring at him as he brought himself to his feet. "You [expletive]! You think you have better things to do than to apologize for bumping into people! In case you didn't realize this, when you're invisible, it's up to you to make sure you don't bump into anyone else!"

The Dreadlord growled in anger. "Child, I was going to spare you death by my hand for today, but now you have invoked my anger and my wrath. Prepare yourself for an eternity of pain and torment!" The demon spread his arms wide and called forth a giant swarm of insects and vermin, which bore down on Mint like a great plague.

"Red, Hyper, Fire Coat!" At the command of her spell, flames engulfed every part of Mint's body, consuming the deadly throng of pests before they could inflict their damage. "Ha! You'll have to do better than that to beat me, demon!"

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1 A-Vote to Mal'Ganis
(Just because, you know, I can.)

Mint - 5 A-Votes, 4 R-Votes, 1 Ability
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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Amethyst Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:43 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Amethyst slipped along the byways of the city, humming a tune he realized after a short while was "Mr. Sandman."

It's quite a feat, building not only on sand, but with sand.

The noise of an explosion came to him. Interesting how not too much has fallen down yet.

"Oooh, Eunice, there's some lovely sand over here!"

A small man in a very sandy robe scuttled past him, diving to the sand and beginning to scoop it into a loose burlap bag.

Amethyst scratched his head as an equally sandy woman dropped to the sand next to him and began helping him fill the bag.

"Ah..."

"Oh! Hello, didn't see you there. Oooh! Mind moving your foot, there's some fairly rare sand underneath it."

Dumbfounded, Amethyst stepped to the side, allowing the sandman to scoop up some of the sand where he'd been standing and dump it into the leaky bag with the rest of the sand.

"...Does that make a difference?"

"Well, you can't go making the best glass with just any old sand. You need to high-grade the selection and pick just the very best. Some sands are naturally better than others."

"...There are different types of sand?"

"Of course there's different types of sand. There's Speedy Sand, Holy Sand, Slippery Sand, Wet Sand, Treacherous Banana Sand, Flying Walrus Sand, Sticky Wicket Sand, Pediatric Jellyfish Sand, Speedo Hamster Sand..."

Amethyst scooped up a small handful of grains. "So what type is this?"

"That? That's just sand."

"You said..."

"Yes. That handful's so muddled there's at least five different types in there."

"...I see... Well, I suppose I've learned something. Just what I learned is hard to tell."

"Well, theoretically you learned not to question too closely about the jobs of people you meet, as quite often there are hidden depths to those jobs which others would find perplexing or even impossible to understand."

"...I suppose." Backing away slightly, Amethyst turned and meandered on his way.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:44 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Kalten gestured disdainfully. "You'd better think twice before taking me on. I may talk big, but I'll hit where it counts. You, on the other hand, are at a fraction of your abilities, so your big talk means next to nothing." The play-mocking look in his eyes was getting cold.

Sol yawned. "Tch. What a both--" He paused--he'd felt something nick his cheek. Looking at Kalten, he was a little suprised to see the man holding a bow with an empty quarry.

What the hell... that bastard nicked me with an arrow and I didn't even notice?

Kalten's smug grin was unmistakenly painful to him. "No, no... the light's show's over THAT way." He gestured towards where'd he shot his arrow.

Sol turned his head.

Three questions:

1. Wasn't it just sunny and clear a few seconds ago? The hell was with all these stormclouds?

2. The stormclouds were rolling off in a straight line, raining lightning down everywhere in their path. Not even Kiske could summon up that much on a good day--the fuck was that?

3. Why did that line of stormclouds look like where he'd shot the arr--well, shit...


For a moment, Sol was glad he was naturally silent most of the time. He honestly didn't have anything to say.

Kalten turned his back and left, giving a small wave. "Well, I don't want to distract you, so I'll see you later. Maybe in a few days you can give me a light show too... if you're up to it."

The laughter that followed really amused Sol for some reason. He took a long drag from his cigarette, walking down the side path as he chuckled.

Heh, okay. I like that. I'll repay you when I'm good and ready. That's another debt I owe to a kid...

Meanwhile, Chipp was still unable to keep his eyes off the rolling host of thunderclouds...

"H-H-H-HOLY ZEN!!!"

Sol's amused mood vanished. One of these days, I'm going to gag him.

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Interaction bonus -- Sol recieves 1 R-Vote.

Due to some conflicting situations I'm running into today, The round's end time is extended to 8:00 PM CST. Voting ends at 7:30.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:55 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto I + Ab Initio + Shadow of Doubt


A glow...a light from within, like a dawn shrouded in stormclouds. It is as I thought...

Alma felt like reaching out and touching that chest as the two of them walked along. They'd been wandering for some time now, and Alma was starting to feel some power stem back into her. Her body had become at least somewhat solid, enough for her to feel the ground under the soles of her dyed shoes. Her staff was also reacting, and she was glad to feel the holy iron 'humming' as she moved it up and down as a walking stick. If there was a soul within, as Vormav had told her, she was happy it had followed her. At least, even if she were separated from the young samurai, she would have some company.

Still, as they started to gather their essence again, that glow only seemed to fade from her eyes...yet she could still hear it thrumming with life.

"Ahh..." Alma sighed, coming to a stop and leaning her free hand on her knee. "Whew! We've been walking for a while now...you feel tired, too?"

Shizumaru had stopped with her, and smiled. "Not really, but it's your first time to one of these, isn't it?"

"Huh? One of these?" Alma asked, raising a brow. "You mean...wait, you've been to one of these wars before?"

"Well...not exactly a 'war'," Shizumaru told her. "It's more like a tournament. I fought with many others from different worlds, and eventually the strongest warriors won. But we all went home afterwards, and I think there was a happy ending for most everyone...I think." He turned his gaze down, frowning. "It's...getting harder to remember..."

Alma twisted her lip. "I see...well, I certainly hope this isn't a 'tournament', though I suppose I would take that over a war from the stars." She noticed his saddened disposition, and tentatively laid a hand on his shoulder. "But, well...if I'm going to fight, I'm glad I have a veteran like you along!"

Shizumaru still seemed distant, transparent, small under her fingers. He turned his head back up, though, and smiled at her with his eyes. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I just wish I could remember more...my memory is inhibited, you could say."

"Perhaps you're fortunate." Alma brushed her fingers over her hair, moving them quickly to the strand of gentle gleipnir. "Sometimes I think I remember too much...sometimes, I wish the only memories that stuck with me were the good ones. I know that's stupid, but they all-"

"-slip away too quickly," Shizumaru finished, and reached up to the hilt of his sword. His fingers touched two curious braids there- one black, one blue- and his face echoed her sentiment. "It's not like everyone says...the memories where you learned- they're not the bad ones. The good ones were the ones that taught you something..."

Alma nodded, her eyes fixed on the braids. She chuckled at his mirroring gesture, and reached over to touch one of the locks. "What might these be? I've never seen their hues..."

"Oh, these?" Shizumaru tapped the locks again, beaming with pride. "These are bits of hair from two very good swordsmen...two very good men. I met them both in the last tournament." He wove a finger around the black one first. "This is, ah...from a man named Zack. Zack Ebony."

Alma touched the hair curiously. "I get the strangest sense of longing from it...I can tell this man had great spirit."

Shizumaru put his fist to his mouth and snickered. "Oh, ah, yes, he was very, very spirited."

"And dedicated, too!" Alma said, toying with the lock for a moment. "Awful greasy, though- I trust that he has some wash, wherever he might be now." She moved her finger to the blue one, and almost took a step back. "Whoa...I've never felt this texture on just hair before. Whose is this?"

Shizumaru paused a moment. Hesitantly, he reached up and touched the blue braid, his head hanging a little. "That's...that's from-"

"Hello there, you two!"

Alma peered over Shizumaru's shoulder at the voice. Two rather exotic-looking women were approaching- one with short dark hair, and a taller one with full blonde hair. Both were very pretty, if not strikingly beautiful. Alma was reminded of Charene for a moment. Perhaps the two were Dancers of a sort, or like those two escorts of the Marquis she'd heard about...

The young samurai's hand immediately strayed for his sword hilt, but Alma's hand was there to meet it. He looked to her questioningly, but Alma simply shook her head, giving his hand a quick brush. His brow furrowed a little, but he set it down at his side at last. She smiled encouragingly, giving his palm another gentle pat, and turned with him to face the women- though she made certain she was a step or two in front of him.

"Hi there," she said, offering a slight curtsy. "May we help you two?"

The blonde one fixed her with a smile that probably would have charmed the pants off Zalbag. "We just thought we'd introduce ourselves to two young ones such as yourself," she said. "I'm Mature. This is Vice, my...partner."

Alma looked to Vice, whose dark gaze seemed to be directed towards Shizumaru. She gave her staff the slightest squeeze, but smiled at both women, nodding her head. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Alma- Alma Beoulve. This is my friend, Shizumaru Hisame."

Shizumaru had turned scarlet again, and nodded slowly. "H-hajimemashite...dozo yoroshiku."

Alma giggled at his blush, putting a hand on his shoulder again. "If you're wondering, yes, my friend here is a grown samurai of Nipan."

"Ah, Japan, Alma-san."

"...he's a samurai from a place called 'pan' at least!" Alma put her hand behind her head and flashed yet another nervous smile. Shizumaru was rubbing off on her already, she supposed. "Well, I'm glad to meet you two...where are you from?"

Mature simply chuckled, giving her well-combed hair a run-through. "Our home happens to be our workplace, and our workplace is...anywhere, really." She smirked then, in a way Alma would definitely equate more with Deruta rather than Charene. "But ours are dull stories...would you two enjoy some company?"

"We'd certainly enjoy some help," Alma said with a sheepish grin. "And I'd like to make sure someone has your back- I'm sure both Shizumaru and I are up for the job. Here you are..."

Alma clasped her free hand to the back of her staff, summoning up her power. It was still a little hard to bring up the command for a spell, but ever so slowly, she found herself able to find the energy. She clutched her staff and half-bowed her head, light surging to the tip of her staff. "Nunc...per animam meam, adsumate signo tuto uto care, unos pretiosos!" Come, Magic Barrier!

Bubbles of purple light swarmed around Vice and Mature, and then burst in sparkles. Immediately their essences were encased in the shield, the magic of regeneration, self-revival, haste, and all protective barriers molding to their existence. Around their spiritual selves, it was moot, but Alma knew as they became solid they would require the barrier. The power fell out of her, then. Alma sighed, starting to move to get the power recharging in her again-

Stopped. She frowned, as though something had pricked her, moving her hand to her mouth. Strange, I think I...I feel like I'm-

trapped my embrace trust trust trust me my body my warm warm body


Alma's eyes bulged, and she fell to her knees, choking back vomit. "Mmf...nngh...impossi..."

"Alma-san!" Shizumaru was immediately at her side, his strong arms around her shoulders. "D-daijoubu desu ka?"

Vice and Mature were there, too. Alma winced, the memory of the battle with Zalmo running back into her. She would be a harlot in the cult of Lucavi before she let that happen again. Gripping her staff, Alma forced herself back to her feet, grimacing. "I-I'm fine...don't worry, this has happened before," she lied, smiling a little. "You feel nauseous if you've not cast a spell in a long while, on my world..."

It's happening. I feel her.

Alma's hand was shaking around her staff, and not because of her sudden nausea. She leaned slightly on Shizumaru, and felt the nausea wave start to increase at his touch. The reaction. She pulled away- slowly, politely- and leaned on her staff again, taking deep, slow breaths to ease the discomfort. The desert air was hot, but it would help. A moment and it would pass- it was just hysteria...

It's happening.

No, she wasn't. "Well," Alma said, swallowing, "perhaps we should get to finding some shelter. I can't imagine the sandstorms will be very kind..." She tapped her staff against the ground, turning and pointing in some random direction. "Well then! Ickyzoo!"

"Ikuzo, Alma-san."

"That too," Alma said, starting to walk. "Come on, I'm sure there's an oasis somewhere..."

It's happening. It's real.

While she would only find out later, Shizumaru, Vice, and Mature were the first to notice that one of Alma's eyes had gone bloodshot.

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1 R-Vote to Vice and Mature

Honey-blonde Cleric Power, round and round you go! Protect Vice's elder half-brother!! XD

Story Note - you can probably guess something's very wrong with Alma at the moment. Nothing your character does will cause it to worsen, but if you're telepathic or have some supernatural essence, you'll probably be able to sense something of enormous power behind her. But Alma's herself right now, so approach her as you normally would. ^^


"Virtus in cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam, cave. Cave."

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Luna Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:02 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

"The....potential to become a god?" Kite blinked a few times, looking thoroughly confused.

"Sounds pretty crazy, eh?" Opera lifted the near-empty bottle to her lips and drained the last few drops, before examining the label. "I'm not sure what these people are on, but it's got to be far stronger than this stuff. Save the world....ha...." Tossing the empty bottle aside, she began rummaging in her bag. "Hey, you hungry? Thirsty? I've got plenty of non-alcoholic stuff in here. After all, it's not like Rena, Claude or Precis can legally drink 'tea' yet." She chuckled to herself.

"Who?"

"Oh, never mind." She shook her head. "Just a few friends back....back where I was." Opera sighed and sat down next to Kite. "So, what'd they drag you away from? Who's gonna be wondering where you disappeared to?"

"Nobody." Opera raised an eyebrow. "Well....my friends, they...." He paused and frowned. "They....weren't with me when it happened. They'd log....er....gone home a while before I got taken away."

How am I supposed to explain to her or anyone else that this is....what IS this, anyway? It doesn't seem to make sense. One minute I'm in The World, and now....this is far too real to still be The World. Not to mention the fact that this looks nothing like anywhere I've ever seen....and SHE doesn't have any character design I've ever spotted....so she....wait....maybe she's a hacker? Or.... Kite was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Opera was looking at him strangely.

"Hey, you all right there? I didn't go too fast, did I?" She frowned and waved her hand in front of Kite's face when he didn't respond. "Hello? Opera to....er....ah, heh, we never did get each other's names, did we?" Opera chuckled sheepishly.

"Huh? What? Oh, oh yeah." Kite blinked and shook his head, as if snapping out of some kind of trance. Opera smiled and extended her hand.

"Sorry for not introducing myself before. I'm Opera Vectra....and you are?"

"....Kite. Just call me Kite." He hesitantly shook her hand.

No need for her to know anything else until I know anything else for certain....

"Kite. Right. Nice to meet you." Opera nodded. "Anyway, the offer still stands if you're hungry or thirsty. Or both." She looked expectantly at him.

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Over to you again, Nif, whenever you get back on. =D Let me know if I made any mistakes in characterizing Kite, and I'll fix 'em.

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eyesaw Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:19 PM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

Okay, I won't be around tonight, so I am gonna hafta dump all my votes >_<

1 A-Vote to Alma
1 A-Vote to Kite
1 A-Vote to Bruce Banner
1 A-Vote to Opera

1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske
1 R-Vote to Mint
1 R-Vote to Tingle

Btw, sorry about the whole 'destroying Shang-Tsung's fluffy sidekick' thing. Didn't know it was a sidekick, sorry. But I've edited the post so so


Where can I run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.

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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:19 PM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Exclamation

Adol and the Late Sir Alec Guiness' head on a stick explored the sandy city. Alec was worried.

"GNIHTON! Gnihton wonk i. Lamronba yrev era sesnes 7331 ym."

In the middle of the street, a brick was laying around for no apparent reason.

"Zlliks gnimmar 7331 ruoy htiw kcirb siht znwp ,Loda. Aedi na evah I."

And so Adol tried to ***z the brick...and failed as it remained intact.

Gnieb emit eht rof zlliks ruoy tuohtiw eganam tsum ew. Thguoht I sa tsuj."

They continued...and then a big robot with a fan in the center jumped forward, struck a pose, and built up its life meter.

And so the fan started and all Adol could do was run in place, avoidng getting blown away.

Sdnah ym ni lla si it," Alec said as he vaulted high in the air and landed on the robots head, smacking him with the stick he's held upon until he bumped into a wall.

"Ow!" exclaimed the robot.

1 A-VOTE TO AIR MAN

STUPID FUCKING TRIVIA: AN EXPLANATION- Continuing a tradition I started in S9, I typically blatantly steal from a game, movie, TV show, or some other type of fiction to use as part of a trivia question so I can dump my R-Votes. So without further ado...

STUPID FUCKING TRIVIA: Alec Guiness says "I know nothing. NOTHING!" Now, this could also be heard in a game. I'll answer this one for you. The line comes from Xenogears. But the fact is, it is actually a referrence to an old sitcom. The first four people to correctly name it will get my four R-Votes.


"So that's how you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII

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Wayne Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:20 PM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

I've decided to arrange it so that people who've "won" R-votes from me claim them during any round; and I'll use up the unclaimed R-votes near the end of each round as I get them. That way you can save your R-votes for a round you think you'll need them in. Just being helpful. Thanks for participating, of course.

In this entry....

-Mal'Ganis matches wits and spells with Mint.
-Darn fairy wannabes.

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No one had noticed Mal'Ganis's escape, and he walked as quickly and quietly as he could outside. Though no one could see him, they could still hear him; and those hooves weren't exactly slippers when on a hard-tiled stone or wooden floor.

So it was no surprise when he found that he'd collided into a human girl, who subsequently kicked him in the back and gave him a piece of her mind. ...well, not in the literal sense; Mal'Ganis found that he couldn't dominate her will like he could the mundane humans from earlier. Finesse was called for in dealing with this situation.

"Child, I was going to spare you death by my hand for today, but now you have invoked my anger and my wrath. Prepare yourself for an eternity of pain and torment!"

The swarm shot out at this girl-- ah, lowering her guard to use that fire-barrier-- Mint, first princess, "East Heaven" Kingdom, skilled mage, at least for her years-- nothing was left of the vile swarm save hundred of charred, some still popping; bodies and shells.

Mal'Ganis nodded. "Not bad."

Mint, in turn; grinned. "See! My magic's pretty powerful, eh? Now you were about to apologize for running int-- ah!" she shrieked, raising the Fire Coat again as Mal'Ganis fired another Carrion Swarm at her. "That's not going to work!"

Mal'Ganis lazily pointed behind her. "Unless I am mistaken, it just did."

Mint slowly turned around, then stopped, stock-still; at the sight of dozens of insects waiting patiently perhaps two inches in front of her face.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... eek!" she cried, and Mal'Ganis couldn't resist laughing as she dashed the other way, chased by the swarm of stinging, biting scarabs moving just fast enough to keep her running. She made two laps around the small plaza opening where they'd "met" before the spell petered out and the swarm suddenly vanished.

"You are most entertaining, child." And you are more powerful than you let on. I will let this end here before either of us need escalate this further. Pick your fights wisely, mortal... next time I will forget that I cannot take your soul for my own.

Mint involuntarily shivered as the Dreadlord's presence broke from her mind. "Y-yeah, run! I've got a lot more where that came from!"

Mal'Ganis, having started to walk away, glanced back over his shoulder at Mint. Yes. I know. And so do I, child.

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"Red... chu... jelly. Medicine. Right. ...and a 'picto box?' Little mortal, if you insist on following me, I demand you at least explain what these things are." Mal'Ganis then paused for a moment, looking over Tingle; who smiled helpfully. "...very well, you may tag along."

I personally do not need his company, but this creature is so bizarre that potential enemies cannot possibly take him, and thus me, seriously. Those who let down their guard quickly become--

"Did you say something, Mal?"

...but will it be worth it? Can I resist the urge to strike him down and end this constant annoyance?

"So where are we going now?"

....

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A-vote to Mint. (Traitor! There's only like four WarCraft 3 players in all of SX. We were supposed to stick together. Seriously, sorry about cutting that short; but this'll probably do it for this round; maybe just one more post. If you want to arrange something later, Krizak; that'd be fine.)

Ah ha! Nice, Crusader. That wouldn't be Schultz's classic line from Hogan's Heroes, now would it?


"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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Exeter Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:23 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Drowse~
Sol Badguy--Album 1, Track 2

Yeah, next time I'll give you your damn light show, Sol thought, combing back his hair from his crimson headband absently with one finger as he left a startled Chipp behind.

Bet Kiske and Testament are here, too...

For the time being, however, Sol didn't much care to deal with any of them. He wanted to talk to that Daisetsu guy and find out what the hell was really going on.

Though if he's anything like the archer, I'll have my work cut out for me.

Ignoring a group of people who ran by, seeking shelter from the thunderstorm, Sol turned into an alleyway and leaned against the wall for a moment, taking another puff from his cigarette as he considered his next move.

Finding Daisetsu'd be good, but...

There was also the matter of finding the man at all in this sandy haze of a town, and avoiding detection by any of the multitude of people...and other things...looking for a fight.

Last thing I want to do is waste time fighting a damn bear, he thought, thinking of the massive animal he'd seen while Daisetsu had been giving his speech.

Glancing at the angry sky once more, Sol continued down the alley.

Then again, if I'm going to be here for a while, might as well make the best of it.

He decided it would be beneficial to get a feel for who else he'd be dealing with in the days to come. He'd make sense of things later.

Maybe he'd go pay back that silver-haired swordsman while he was at it.

And with that, the beat returned.

Ride the wild wind
Push the envelope don't sit on the fence
(Hey hey hey)
Ride the wind
Live life on the razor's edge
(Hey hey hey)
Gonna ride the whirlwind
It ain't dangerous - enough for me


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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:25 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

Bowling Pin, you can't give Dan an R-vote. He's a sidekick. That makes it two R-votes and A-votes.

Nothing much to say now, people. I'm just in awe of the Flying Walrus Sand.

*disappears*

*reappears*

Might as well knock of another A-vote to a no-show.

A-vote to Rogue. Adam, I'll take it off if you show up later.

Tingle: 1 A-vote, 0 R-votes, 0 Specials.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:27 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Cru - Hogan's Heroes. Yep. :E


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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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:40 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Part One, Scene Two - Confidence

"Dorrin. How is she?"

"Much better. The jutsu drained her strength, but she'll be back up within a hour or so now. Genbu seems to have some recuperative benefits as well."

Daisetsu let out a long sigh of relief. "Good. I was hoping we hadn't taxed her too much. This'll be quite the long journey..." He placed his right hand on Jun's crossed ones as she slept, looking at her with a twinge of wistfulness. "It's kinda strange... I'm afraid that what happened back at Naclos will happen again. I've used Suzaku on many people, but she was so far gone then... so far... I don't know if I could do something like that again."

Dorrin closed his eyes, the man lowering the enormous steel mace to the ground for the first time in an hour. "Daisetsu, it is good to worry. However, one in your position must show this emotion the least. Our troops have settled into this nervous anticipation of our upcoming battles, and the only thing you can be for them now is a pinnacle of faith."

"I know that." Daisetsu withdrew his hand. "But so many things seem uncertain right now... especially the summoning. I don't know how suprised I was when I saw some intergalactic grab bag show up instead of what the Scriptures entailed. All those descriptions of 'mighty, unassailable warriors who would lay away to armies as a reaper to harvest...' I don't think it's what any of us expected, but the contrast..."

"There are prophecies..."

Daisetsu looked up.

"...Of everything."

Daisetsu facepalmed. Dorrin gave a small chuckle.

"I do not wish to begrudge you with meaningless phrases of speech, my ally. What I am saying is that maybe you have looked in a slightly different direction. All the prophecies you have followed so far have not exactly come to pass, correct?"

His eyes misted. "Yes... and that worries me."

"However," Dorrin continued, "All the prophecies you have followed have held some measure of truth, have they not?"

Silence.

The large, well-built warrior-cleric laughed heartily. "You see? Things can look optimistic from the right point of view."

Daisetsu looked at Dorrin. "Perhaps you were right in the beginning."

"About what?"

"Playing it by ear. If all these things were prophesized, then by doing what I naturally do, I'll fufill one of them anyway..."

Dorrin laughed again -- it was a good sound to hear. "Live your live unrestrained, young one. That is my motto. Truth to self is a high point to keep when one views himeself against the world. Just don't overdo it. Like you always do."

Daisetsu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Ngh... Dorrin? Dai?"

They both turned to see Jun blinking sleepily. "My apologies, Jun," Dorrin profused. "I must have laughed a bit too hard."

"No, it's fine... just... turn.. the light...s..." She fell asleep again quickly.

Daisetsu looked up. "I'll look after her for now. Why don't you take a break and walk around town a bit?"

"Thank you, my friend. I was hoping I'd get to take a better look at all these new people anyway. Such an interesting variety, don't you think?"

Dorrin gently closed the door behind him, leaving Daisetsu to look after Jun. The guerilla commander looked at the closed door suspiciously.

How long until he hits the pub?

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Larrok Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:57 PM

Junior Member

Registered: Apr 2003
Location:

Alright, finally here. This is my first time in one of these, so tell me if I do something horribly wrong or something, k?

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Max stands up, dazed and confused as to what is actually happening at the moment. He vaguely remembers being ripped away from what was formerly Balir's castle on Celestia, when he had just heard from Keele that some kind of 'spacecraft' as he called it, was coming directly towards Imen. He then remembers Daisetsu's speach given to all the people that had come here, and when he had looked around at all the different types of people there, he was suprised to have not recognized anyone.

Hmm, the power to become a god... Sounds like I could then have a fine opportunity to...

'Take over the world! Ha ha ha ha!'

Noticing that the people around him are looking at him like he's gone completely insane, Max stops and takes a look at his surroundings. He is surrounded by strange people and buildings made of sand, and notices the military training hall nearby. Interested in how these people train their soldiers, Max enters the strange building.

'Welcome, Sir, to our training facility.' A strange man, seemingly in charge of the place, says to Max. 'I assume you've come here to brush up on your fighting skills?'

'Well, I just wanted to see how you fight.'

'Alright...' the man says, somewhat perplexed at the strange, uncaring quality Max has in his voice. 'Follow me, Sir.'

Max follows the man to a large, fairly open area where masses of troops are beggining their daily excercises. Seeing that none of them are carrying a gun of any kind he recognizes, Max becomes slightly confused.

'What's going on here? Don't you people have guns?'

'Guns? What's a gun?' the man is quite confused about this and has some difficulty even pronouncing the word.

'You don't even know what a gun is? Here, let me show you what it can do!' Max says, brining out his Grand Magnum. 'Burning Force!' Max fires his weapon, not even noticing the conflict that is occuring in the direction he fires it.

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1 A-vote to Setsuna

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:59 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

Tingle wasn't even half of his buddy Mal's height, so he had no qualms with climbing up onto the demon's shoulder and hitching a ride. "Chu Jelly is a powerful restorative substance, sir," claimed Tingle, pulling a little bit out of his pouch and tasting it. "Of course, it really has no use if not mixed properly with other indredients, but it makes a mean fruit salsa and takes that terrible aftertaste out of Diet Pepsi if used alone. It comes from little jelly-like animals, called Chuchus."

Mal looked as if he was about to swat Tingle off of his shoulder, but then thought better of it. "And this... Picto Box?"

Tingle shook his head. "Well, it takes pictures, obviously. What else did you think it did?"

Mal'Ganis peered into the lens. "I had thought that it had some sort of use. Why did you give me such a useless item?"

Tingle nearly fell off Mal's shoulder. "U...u...useless?" he gasped. "Tingle is insulted, sir! That Picto Box is a prized possession, handed down for generations! Great-Great-Grandfather Tingle once owned it! Useless indeed!"

"Well, then, tell me what use it has."

"It can take pictures!!"

"And how will that help me, mortal?"

Tingle paused. "Well..." He scratched his head. He counted his fingers. He got out his abacus and ran figures. "I don't exactly know, sir," he said meekly. "But you might want to ask that man over there." Tingle pointed over to Jason Soe, who had just taken a picture of Tingle riding Mal'Ganis' shoulder.

"Woah!" cried Jason. "This'll go great in my album! Who knew that big Mal'Ganis had a soft spot for middle-aged pixies!"

"Tingle is not a fairy yet, sir!" called Tingle.

"What are you doing, fool?" growled Mal. "Get that primitive Picto Box out of my face. Do you know the damage that thing could have caused?"

"Jeez, calm down," said Jason, holding his hands up in the air, barely able to contain his laughter. "It's just a camera. It can't hurt you. I'm just preserving this moment. I mean, it's not every day that you realize that one of the biggest, baddest Dreadlords has a fairy fetish."

"A WHAT?" cried Tingle and Mal'Ganis in unison. They looked at each other and shuddered.

"I mean, that's perfectly understandable," said Jason. Tingle reached into his pack and pulled out a bomb. Jason was unaware of the impending danger. "I've known worse. My middle school principal, for example. Mr. Exeter. Now, there was one screwed up individual. Had a thing for hamseters like you wouldn't believe. Hey, what's that thing?" Jason caught the bomb that Tingle tossed.

The blast shook the streets. In the center of a smoldering crater, a charred Jason stood quivering. "It's... just... a scratch..." he mumbled.

"Nice," commented Mal'Ganis. Tingle nodded, pleased with himself.

"Sorry, sir!" cried Tingle, as an afterthought. "Tingle will make it up to you, I promise!" He tossed a tiny green Game Boy Advance to Jason and continued their walk.

--

Sorry, Curley! Please, don't take it as any sort of offense. This round doesn't count, and anyways, I'm not giving you an A-vote.

However, you are now a happy owner of a Tingle Tuner! If you use this magical device, Tingle will hear it and come running. You lucky devil.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:06 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

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

quote:
Originally posted by Bugenhagen
Bowling Pin, you can't give Dan an R-vote. He's a sidekick. That makes it two R-votes and A-votes.


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

That's funny. I somehow sense one of our R-Votes returning to us.

Now that I think about it...Dan Hibiki's just a sidekick!

You gave an R-Vote to a sidekick? How foolish of you, Bruce.

Sidekick, Sponsor...do these labels even matter?

I'm afraid they do. But it's not as if this is a matter of Darwin's Origin of Species; the lives of Sidekicks are every bit as valuable as the lives of Sponsors.

...I know. Thanks.

ARGH! HULK SENSE...GHOST!

It's a SPIRIT you fucktard, and it's coming from right over there.


Bruce jerked his head to his right, and far off in the distance, he saw an enormous aura glow within Alma Beoluve.

That's coming from that little girl?!

In my opinion, our course of action is to stay away from her.

I know. I don't want to hurt any kids.

Is that the Ricky Myers incident on your mind?

I still couldn't find him. There's no way he's here either. This journey is a waste of everyone' time.

You said it.

Hey, you talk as if taking out tykes is a hard thing to do. I've taken on a kid who became a GOD, so I can take this one out if I need to too.

Shut up, Kyo!


Banner decided to ignore the energy he saw, and went back to his Yoga levitation.

***

Onto another matter...just what are we to do with this extra R-Vote?

Hulk noticed that poor Kite got an A-Vote.

What, that kid who thinks he's in a video game?

He thought.

Man, whatever. Just consult me whenever the A-Votes start.


R-Vote! Kite!

That makes one R-Vote, and two A-Votes. Are you sure you're not trying to make any alliances, Hulk?

Hulk just like people, he guess.


***

In case you were wondering...yes, Bruce Banner and the Hulk can detect spirits. This stems from Bruce's subconscious desire to be able to know whether or not when the spirit of his abusive father is haunting him.

Also, there are three main Hulk personalities, in the forms of the Savage Hulk, the Gray Hulk, and the Professor. The Savage Hulk speaks in third person inside Bruce's mind, but speaks in first-person plural (we) when he's summoned. The Gray Hulk's also called Joe Fixit; you probably learned this by now. The Professor is the ideal Bruce Banner-Savage Hulk fusion, with intelegence and brawn; but because Savage Hulk is 100X cooler than the Professor, the Prof isn't going to be tapped in any time soon.

Also, in case you were wondering, the Savage Hulk is the green monster you all know and love.


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

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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Krizak Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:32 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Crusader - Hogan's Heroes, and I knew that completely from my own knowledge. Not from copying Wayne and Carly's answers. Yes. That's right. </blatant lie>

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:36 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Okay, Cru, it's Hogan's Heroes. XD I should've watched more than five episodes, but...


"Virtus in cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam, cave. Cave."

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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:44 PM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Exclamation

WE HAVE OUR WINNERS!

It was Sergeant Schultz from an old World War II Sitcom from the 1960s called Hogan's Heroes. Schultz was the -Second Funniest Nazi on Television-. Second only to his superior, Colonel Wilhelm Klink.

Mal'Ganis, Shizumaru, Alma, and Mint get...umm...good stuff. Yeah. That'll do. R-VOTES FOR ALL OF THEM!

A-VOTES FOR...

MAX
TESTAMENT
KYOSUKE
YURI
VINCENT


"So that's how you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII

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Baka Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:45 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"Shang Tsung.. you tricked me. And you have resisted arrest now - not to mention taking a human life." Ky's anger flashed for a second, replaced by a cool passion - the desire to right this wrong, to bring this evildoer to justice. Tsung grinned. "Come now.. I took his soul, not his life."

"Infidel! You will pay for your deeds!" Ky brought his sword down infront of him in a defensive position, bracing to spring. I have to do this fast.. before the woman dies.. Tsung laughed, then beckoned for him to come..

Ky struck first, a blast of lightning flying from his blade - missing the dodging Tsung, as his body flew to the left, sneaking in a quick kick to the torso, to Ky's wounded side. Ky swung around, his sword running a shallow cut across Shang's arm. The sorceror grinned, springing back and firing a bolt of fire into Ky - but not for nothing had Ky learned from his duels with Sol - firing his Stun Edge into the way, the projectiles collided with a satisfying explosion. "Your fire will not burn me, deceiver. I am filled with the lord's power!" Ky dropped himself into a sliding dash, which his opponent lept over - then screamed in shock and pain as Ky flipped up, swinging the Fuuraiken into an arc over his head. Lightning trailed the blade as it ripped into the sorceror's legs, sending waves of electricity into his body - and Shang Tsung went flying, crashing into a wall of glass ornaments. Ky winced in pain at every tinkle.. and Tsung stood from the dust, smoothing down his robe.

"Kiske, do you think that's enough to defeat me?" he said, grinning as he stepped forward, re-adopting the crane stance. A flurry of kicks pummelled into the holy knight, driving him back into the corner. A vertical slash with the Thunderseal, and Tsung pulled back to avoid it, giving Ky the space he needed for a different approach. The Cresent Slash maneuver involved a standing back-flip, using the power of his blade to ricochet a blast of lightning off the floor - in effect creating a vertical blast of electricity infront of him. And fighting in the Crusades gave Ky a lot of time to practice this. A heavy slash forward turned into a feint, moving to two low jabs, Shang avoiding these at great speed. A punch to the arm, and the sword swung round at chest level, drawing a thin line across Tsung's chest before Ky flipped into the Cresent Slash, bolts of lightning throwing his opponent away. Tsung was up quickly, aiming in a few more kicks and a lunge - Ky's dodge backwards threw him off-balance long enough for Tsung to swing round a leg to knock him to the floor. Jumping to his feet, Ky lunged with his sword again, as Tsung sprung backwards once more - and Ky grinned, as a Stun Edge shot out from the end, blasting the sorceror away.

Pulling himself to his feet, Shang Tsung wiped a small trickle of blood from his mouth and frowned. "Seems you need a lesson in respect, Ky. Respect for your peers!" His hands moved for a second - and Ky went flying. Looking up at the skeletal form of Li Mei, Ky caught a curse before it left his mouth. One on two until the woman recovers... Loath to say it as he was, he could really do with Testament's help now..

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A-vote to Shang Tsung, just because.
R-vote to Testament. Also just because.


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:11 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 1:3

The young man nodded. "Yes, we should find shelter soon... this should suffice for the moment, I believe," Immediately, he snapped open his umbrella and held it up to provide shade to himself and the three other ladies, clutching his collar again, only to see that the glow had become faint and clouded - if no one had seen it prior, they wouldn'tve noticed it, and to his relief, the older women hadn't mentioned a word about it.

But judging by how shifty Alma's eyes had been in sneaking peeks at the bare skin, either she knew or she couldn't resist the sight - he was more inclined to lean towards the former from her reaction, though.

"Alma-san..." he frowned. "What are you looking at?"

"Hm? Oh - ah, nothing," she laughed and looked away hastily. "Thought I'd seen something for a moment..."

... she knows. He closed his eyes sadly and let the hand clutched around his collar fall once more, seeing no use in covering it up if she already knew what hid beneath it - and since neither Vice nor Mature knew, then he saw no point in keeping his hand there.

Though he wondered if he should've left it there; Vice's gaze flittered to the bare skin immediately and his cheeks began to burn with embarrassment once more. The brunette smirked at his blush, and grinned, licking her lips - nearly making the young man stop dead in his tracks. The other lady, Mature, was scowling at Vice as she continued to flirt -

"Vice... knock it off," she glared at the brunette, and even though her tone was more laced with jealousy, Shizumaru'd thought she'd been merely telling her off. He politely nodded his head to her - but, of course, she didn't notice a bit.

Sighing, he looked around - "Rather, Alma-san, I think we should head towards the town - it would be much more reliable than searching in the desert for an oasis, don't you think?"

"Yeah, that's probably better," she nodded once, and spun on her heel towards the conglomeration of buildings, with Shizumaru and the two women (looking daggers at each other) right behind.

Right away, he caught back up to Alma. "Are you truly alright?" he asked, keeping his voice low so as not to divert the attention of Vice - and then, in turn, Mature - once more. "I have had such fits myself - "

"Oh, no... I'm alright," she looked at him with a bright smile on her face. "Really..."

Her face took on a bewildered look as Shizumaru looked at her in horror. "What is it?" her voice trembled.

"Your eye..." It was completely bloodshot - identical to the eyes of a demon. But I sense absolutely nothing from her -

"Is there something wrong with it?" Alma frowned. "It does feel a bit teary, but - "

"Let me see," Shizumaru leant his head closer to see her eye - quite blooshot and watery, in fact - and caught a loose tear on his finger. Perhaps, maybe, he was overreacting a touch? "You must have gotten something in your eye, Alma-san. It should be naught to worry about."

"Thanks," she smiled again. Shizumaru looked after her, and she dried off her eye - but the deep red that her eye had become covered with still remained, and he could not deny that it had been linked to her earlier collapse. But, if he could not sense a demon... then what could it be?

He was about to voice his concern, when he saw behind him a towering figure, and nearly became weak in the knees. Yellow robes swished along his feet, and he was humming a slow tune as an enormous mace, propped up against his shoulder, thumped with his footsteps to the melody. A rush of sensation instantly hit him in the face, and he stared after the enormous man -

"You two must be some of our new recruits," his voice boomed out. "What're you doing on the edge of town like this?"

"We were just about to head in, actually," Shizumaru cowered slightly, and Alma nodded nervously. "Mayhap there be someone who can take a look at Miss Alma's eye? It seems to have caught a bit of sand..."

"I can take a look at it," he laughed, and knelt down in front of Alma, who very bravely let the robed man peer into it.

"Hm... " he frowned. "It probably did get some sand in it, so you'd best cover it up and blink it out - let your tears was it away, alright?"

"Okay," Alma nodded hesitantly, wiping away another tear as the large man walked off, humming a slightly faster song.

Shizumaru looked back after the man, though, and couldn't help but see the way his head looked back in concern - he certainly must have figured it out. He slowly turned his head back to Alma, who was furiously trying to blink out whatever had been in her eye, obviously not realizing the futility of it.

She is not a demon, and yet she is not completely human, either...

Alma-san... tell me, what does that eye hide?


--

maaah, vote dump @_@

A-vote to Airman

R-vote to Vice and Mature


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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m121akuma Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:13 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

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

Dan stumbled around a bit, betting his bearings straight after that giant explosion from the bomb.

Dan: THAT LITTLE GREEN FUCKER!!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIS FAIRY ASS....

Suddenly, Dan has a vague memory of a scrawny man wearing glasses.

Dan: Oh yeah! That Moby dude tried to help me. Even if it didn't work, I ought to return the favor.

Dan releases the strange energy called the R-Vote to Bruce Banner.

Dan: Well, this ain't too bad of a town here. I guess it wouldn't be too bad to be stuck here for a while. I'm sure they have some desert-style hos up in here, so IT'S TIME TO MACK!!*patented Hibiki Thumbs Up*

???: I can't be! Is that Mr. Hibiki?!?

Dan turns around to see a muscular man in blue spandex and a red helmet, various corporate logos all over his body.

Dan: What do you want, bitch? I'm a busy man...

Cap. Falcon: You mean you've never heard of me? Don't you know that I am *pose* the great Captain Falcon?!? Defender of justice, protector of peace, and official spokesperson for your favorite products!!

Dan: Dude, weren't you on that Pasta Perfect commercial a while back?

Falcon: Yeah, 'till the bastards dropped me for Billy Maze. I would have argued, until Maze sicked his buddies Jared and Carrot Top on me. Those bastards....Anyway, I think that you should definately consider me as the official spokesman for Shotopimps!! Think about it. Would I not be perfect for the role? *busts a superheroic pose*

Dan: I don't have time for this shit. You apparently don't know the first thing about pimpin', judging by the way you're dressed. Don't even bother.

Falcon: WHAT?!? How could you? I would be perfect for the job!!!

Dan: DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?!? SHINKUUUUUU....PIMPSLAP!!!!

Dan left the lame superhero on the ground and through the streets, in search of hos.

1 R-Vote to Bruce Banner
1 A-Vote to Falcon (actually, I like the way your writing is going, I just thought it would be funny)


Southfield Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled

quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer
SRK.com is the new evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame SRK.com for it, and its status will be irreversible.

-Starhammer-


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Krizak Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:36 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

And now, for a vote dump that matters not in the slightest...

A-Vote to Setsuna
A-Vote to Airman
A-Vote to Kyosuke
A-Vote to K'
A-Vote to Max

(No damage means no thought required. Yay!)

R-Vote to Shizumaru
R-Vote to Amethyst
R-Vote to Jason Soe

(We have returned to claim your SOULS...)

R-Vote to Alma
(You can have Shizu for this round, Alma. But soon, he shall be MINE!)

Allay on Captain Falcon
(Pepsi IS the Joy of Cola!)

Mint - 0 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability Used
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:28 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

"Beer is bad"

The statement was simple but unbelievably important for Rydia, who was just now recovering from the insane amounts of alcohol that were in her body. If she knew what a hangover was, she would tell you that she felt ten times worse. She cast a Esuna spell on herself, removing the toxic substance from her body, but there was still a faint buzzing in her head: Easy to pass off but constantly there, as if it was trying to dig deeper into her mind.

She absently shrugged it off and took a look at the strange surroundings, and thought that the alcohol was still working for a minute. She originally thought she was dreaming about the desert and the people that surrounded her at one time, but now as she spotted some figures off in the distance, the totality of the situation came crashing down on her...one statement in particular stood out above the others.

"The potential... to become a god."

She put that thought in the back of her mind and instead focused on the important things...namely where she was and why she was here.

"Ryo? King?" she shouted in desperation, hoping that there was some sort of familiar sights in this world. Not hearing a reply, she decided to head toward the figures in the distance, praying that she would recieve some answers there.



Gotta read.....


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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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:33 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

Shang Tsung looked at Ky, then chuckled slightly. "You have no idea, don't you?" He launched forward with a spin kick, which was easily blocked. A low sweep, skipped over, and a roundhouse, which was ducked.

Ky took this chance to try his Greed Sever again. However, the sorcerer was ready this time, and he rolled under the blow. As was to be expected, Ky landed on his feet, and spun around, slashing through the air.

But it hit nothing. Shang Tsung used the swordsman's knee as a springboard, launching himself into the air. Then, with polished grace, he stomped down on Ky's shoulders, flattening him to the ground.

Shang Tsung raised up his leg for an ax kick, but a bolt of lightning caused him to dodge out of the way. As one could guess, Storm was still unwilling to give herself up as lost, and she began gathering her energy for yet another attack. That is, until Shang Tsung grabbed his Straight Sword.

"Woman, perhaps you don't understand what you are dealing with. By continuing this fight, you have doomed yourself to the bowels of utter darkness. While I may not be able to kill you, I can still take your soul, and I have just claim to a part of it."

Storm coughed in pain, and glared at him. "What? You can claim no part of me!"

The sorcerer merely smiled. "My Straight Sword is connected with your soul, and thus it is draining both your life and your spirit. If I should reclaim my sword, then the part of your soul that it is connected is also mine by right."

He did, and it was. He smiled again. "Ah, finally a soul that is truly its own. I can sense some rage, yes... Perhaps because you hate me?" The sorcerer laughed slightly, until a lightning-shooting sword impaled itself through his chest.

"Maybe, but she has a good reason for it." Ky smiled slightly. "You were overconfident in your strength. That is what will defeat you."

Shang Tsung coughed slightly, but still managed a smile. "Not overconfident... in my strength. Overconfident... in its..."

Ky raised an eyebrow, then a look of understand dawned on his face. He turned, just in time to be hit with the broadside of Li Mei's halberd. The swordsman went flying, taking his Thunderseal with him. The sorcerer collapsed on the ground, using up some of his souls to slowly heal himself.

That is, until Testament burst into the room, scythe out and ready to attack. The automaton strode toward the newcomer, ready to continue its battle from before. But, Shang Tsung's voice arrested it. "We cannot afford a battle, not when we are outnumbered in this way. Get me out of here."

Mindlessly, the skeleton picked up the prone form of Shang Tsung, and dashed up the stairs. Testament followed, and he was followed by Ky, who had stopped momentarily to make sure Storm was all right and would recover.

However, when the pair arrived on the rooftop, they saw nothing but the roofs of other buildings. That is, until they looked down. The revitalized Shang Tsung was running alongside the skeleton, who had picked up the crate again.

The sorcerer cursed himself. I shall take their souls and enjoy the look on their faces when they die!

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:34 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Aaaand another dump in cause I can't get back tonight -

A-vote to Kyosuke

Casting Allay on Alma.


booom shaka laka~


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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Switchblade Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:45 PM

Road Warrior

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

There was definitely something special about the boy. Vice could tell that right away. Oddly enough, though, she’d also gotten a brief flash of something from the girl as well. She wasn’t sure what it was, or how she could even feel it for that matter, but it was definitely strong. Maybe Mature’s interest in the little one isn’t so stupid after all, she thought. She smiled slightly at her partner’s good insight, then continued to follow Shizumaru and Alma.

Mature, meanwhile, was intrigued by Vice’s interest in the Japanese boy. She knew Vice’s interest couldn’t be sexual. The brunette’s tastes leaned much more towards women, and regardless of the gender she definitely didn’t lust for children. No, Mature figured, there was something about that boy that aroused Vice’s curiosity. The blonde was a bit disturbed by this. In the past things that Vice took an interest in had a strange tendency to turn up dead, and Mature was far too interested in Alma to risk Vice ruining their relationship. Mature knew that she would be forced to keep a close eye on Vice, at least until she’d fully gained Alma’s trust. She cast a quick glance over towards the brunette, satisfied to see that she was walking only a few steps behind. As she looked away she heard Vice start to cough violently, most likely a case of sand in the throat.

Vice coughed for a couple of minutes, her breast shaking in small convulsions. After she was finally able to calm down she quickly reached into a pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from her lips.


and now for a little vote dump

A-Votes against:
K'
Airman
Kyosuke
Adol Christian
Rogue


R-Votes to:
Opera
Yuri Hyuga(with a name like Yuri I have to support you. )


Single Out against Allen Snyder

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Luna Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:46 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

Vote dump, before I forget. ^^

1 A-Vote against:
Setsuna
Storm
Kyosuke
AirMan
Kuma
Rogue

1 R-Vote to:
Vincent
Adol
Sol

Counter against Storm

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The Damned Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:50 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Hmm... since I, for some moronic reason of being myself, thought the tournament was ending at 4:00 A.M. CST and therefore end my last post with a vote dump of my A-votes, I'll just be interacting, though I do still have my... method:

King
Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self
Section 4


As Jason walked away, King still stood mystified, at least on the inside.

What. The. Fuck? King thought, not one for expletives, even when thinking, unless she was utterly pissed, usually at Ryo, and even then it was to minimum. However, that was all she could really think of as she walked away herself, quietly pondering.

"Energies... combining?" She whispered herself. "But then why did it look like... magic?" She inwardly winced at the word.

"There's no such thing as magic," she stated to herself emphatically and loudly.

"But then..." she began to whisper again. "There's no such thing as dimensional portals that kidnap people from their homes nor is there any way anyone can resurrect themselves. I mean..."

"Arggh!!!"

The sound came to left of her, emanating from the sand dune; she hadn't realized that she had "walked" this far into a part of town where buildings were scarce. Then, a man stumbled out of the dune, or rather, through it. His stark white hair was greatly juxtaposed his dark skin, quite dark for someone who was so obviously Asian. He had his sword out, wildly swinging, seemingly blind.

"I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD YOU DAMNED MAGE!" The man screamed, definitely blind.

Despite being blind, he charged forward, still swinging. King barely managed to jump out of the way.

His speed is amazing, she mentally gasped. But he's going to kill someone if he suddenly becomes tangible.

Reacting instinctively to a danger from a distance, King launched a single Venom Strike at the back of the man's, who was still running, head. However, the man ran with such blinding speed that projectile was not gaining on him and surely would know have hit if he didn't stop to turn and try to assess what it was. The streak of blue ki smacked in the face, and although his face contorted to express the unpleasantness of getting hit, it didn't seem to otherwise faze him.

Rather impressive. His knees didn't even quiver nor was his head thrown back in the slightest. Or well, my job he is done.

Shrugging, King went off to find herself a drink... even if she couldn't drink it.

****

King sipped from her glass, surprised that she could imbibe the wine in her intangible state. She graciously thanked the bartender, who was a woman like herself, though King did not tell her that, for giving one of what the woman called "the last and rarest of drink around here". It helped even more that had been free.

I really must thank Daisetsu for spreading my good name. King smirked, to herself more than anyone else. She had the glass to her lips, but let the narrow base lie idly her pointer finger and middle finger of her right hand.

She pondered back to the talk she had with Moby a while ago. It had helped, but it also bugged her a bit.

So celebrities are also here? King thought as she jogged. I'm committing suicide if Brittany Spears or one of those rappers becomes a god then.

Began to intentionally shudder, but that's when she felt it.

She clenched the glass stem as she began to shiver. She coughs, realizing that she had swallowed all the wine from when she last sipped. However, she remains relatively still as to not look in a moron, somehow capable of choking on a little fluid.

"You think you are so tough, eh? Roughing me up like that? Like you had a chance!"

The familiar voice came from behind her, as ferocious as ever even though it was in a lower tone of voice.

"So this is what I get for playing hero?" King muttered quietly to herself. She was still shivering to get warm.

King turned, deciding that there was no use in being polite to the man.

"Don't brag so much yourself about yourself, creep! You think you run the shots around here, but we're all in the same boat! Same goes for you!" King exclaimed, causing about half the bar to focus on her.

The man looked utterly disoriented and off in la-la land. Then he made a revolting face, which telegraphed his attack as much as his fist rearing his other hand behind his head. King prepared to defended herself, but then a booming voice came from behind his back. A familiar male voice.

"Yo, King!”

The man sloppily turned around to see the source of the voice also, still somewhat disoriented.

"K'?" King questioned. She then suddenly brightened up at the thought of knowing someone from her own universe, even if that someone was quite anti-social back home, was here.

Jokingly, she replied, "Well, well...K'! It has been a while...missed me in the King of Fighters tournament? Still bet you are up to no good!"

K' spat on the floor, seemingly getting pissed as the white-haired man continued to stare at him.

"You know I'm as good as they as get," he joked, though his voice was never a good one for telling jokes. "What's with Creeping Beauty here?"

"I thought he was with you. I mean, you two are practically twins."

"I don't see the resemblance," K' lit his hand fire. "And I doubt he can do this."

"I wouldn't know."

The man was still stared groggily at K'.

Perhaps I hit him TOO hard.

K' walked towards King, moving past the man. He extended his hand, still ablaze, at King, in the common hand shaking gesture.

"What's a matter," K' asked rhetorically, seeing that King wouldn't shake his hand. He smiled his wicked smile. "Afraid I'll burn you?"

"No," King stated, amazed. "You're... you're tangible."

"I hadn't notic..."

The man dashed past K' with blinding speed and grabbed hold of King. He then proceed to tightly grasped her as he turned their backs to K'. The man then, equally as quick, turned around to face K'.

What. The. Fuck?!

"And you are....?" K' inquired with bemused annoyance.

"Consider me your equal, your ultimate opponent.” the man stated, as it were matter-of-factly.

The man grabbed the table where King had laid her glass wine on before proceeding to lift it over his head with ease.

"Hey!" the bartender and King exclaimed, synchronized.

And threw it towards K'. K' moved just in time to dodge the table...but the glass of wine smacked him in the face. Wine flowed into his eyes, and K' had a hard time regaining his sight.

"That will sooth down his temper a bit....." the man muttered sadistically.

The man spun around dizzily to look back at King, who was blushing with fury.

My wine! And K'!

"Huh? What's wrong with you? Don't like being saved?" The man asked the question as if he had done something virtuous.

King made a frown and shoved him away before bolting out the door.

"You're such a preposterous jerk!" King screamed on her way out.

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Note to Lantis: That was REALLY difficult to rewrite. So please, next time, try not to write King so out of character.

R-Vote to K'.


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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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:57 PM

Superhero Sellout

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: a place where you are not

Captain's Long. 04-19-03. 5:00 pm
Sponsored by Lean Cuisine

'Hmmm... Dan Hibiki obviously does not realize the potiential of the great Captain Falcon. He says that I know nothing about the art of Pimpin. And since my Big Bag of Endorsed Products doesn't seem to contain Pimpin' For Dummies, it appears I must seek out advice. I must get that deal.'

After giving it much thought, the sellout decided that besides Dan, he would have to seek out the advice of another great pimp. The first person that came to mind was that very stylish little green Fairy, Tingle. Yes... Tingle, Tingle seems to know the way of the Ho. The One Deal must be acquired, Falcon must get a contract with Shotopimps.

After giving it much thought, Falcon decided to seek out the fairy, giving autographs along the way to anyone willing to accept them, or rather, anyone he saw.
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And now, for the vote dump. Don't take this personal, I just picked the first three sponsors that came to mind, and well, they don't count anyway, so it's not like I'm hurting you.

1 A-Vote to Setsuna
1 A-Vote to King.
1 A-Vote to Opera.

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Exeter Posted: 04-19-2003 , 05:31 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Misfire~
Sol Badguy--Album 1, Track 3

"What...what are you doing?" he managed, gasping for air.

The man shook his head sadly. "Forgive me, Frederick. But I'm afraid this is just as necessary."

Every fiber of his being demanding vengeance, the scientist Frederick found that taking his eyes off the man was no easy task, but he knew that the guards would be on him any moment. By God, he'd be ready for them.

"Surrender quietly, please," the man continued, calmly. "We can't have you running through the city with this kind of power, can we?"

"You...you did this to me."

"Now, now, Frederick, let's not point the finger. If anything, this was your doing. You refused to see sense."

"You bastard!"

"Say what you will, my old friend. As far as all are concerned, you are the only villain here."


The sole badguy.

Dropping the cigarette butt to the ground, Sol gave an annoyed grunt at nothing in particular and turned down another street. He'd never get anywhere at this rate; the town was much larger than he'd thought.

That asshole Daisetsu and his cronies are going to pay for this.

Disinterestedly, he sat down in the middle of the busy street and closed his eyes.

Concentration, inner calm. Things he'd lacked for more years than he could count. Things that had served him well as Frederick, but hindered him now as Sol. And yet...

I think I'm going back
To the things I learnt so well in my youth
I think I'm returning to
Those days when I was young enough to know the truth
Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more colouring books
No Christmas bells to chime
But thinking young and growing older is no sin
And I can't play the game of life to win
I can recall a time
When I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend
And now I think I've got
A lot more than just my toys to lend
Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And every day can be
My magic carpet ride
And I can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years
Then everyone debates
The true reality
I'd rather see the world
The way it used to be
A little bit of freedom's all we lack
So catch me if you can
I'm going back


Laughing aloud, Sol stood just in time to avoid being stepped on by a...skeleton?

The hell? he thought, jumping to the side. Unfortunately, this put him directly in Shang Tsung's path.

Sol looked down at the fallen Oriental man with a mixture of disdain and amusement. The bearded man seemed stunned at being knocked to the ground so easily, but he didn't let it show for long.

Standing, Tsung glanced back over his shoulder.

"Well, it appears I've lost them. Now...what to do with you?"

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Baka Posted: 04-19-2003 , 05:58 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 1:4 - Walk in the Dusk

Ky looked at Testament. The inscrutable warrior, scythe poised for anything, gazed back, his expression unreadable apart from his eyes - dark pools of sorrow..

"Testament.. why are you here?"

The Gear sighed. "I know not, Kiske. I was brought here with you, and most likely Sol too. I simply wish to find a way out of here."

Testament's words struck home. A way out of here.. back to reality. Back to the people he swore to protect. Back to the enemies, too.. the Postwar Administration Bureau, and 'that man'.. there were many hardships there. But they were his hardships, and his responsibilities, and the lord would not tolerate him shirking them.

"Testament.. you're right. I also need a way home - but I sense it will not..."

"...be soon." The gear finished his sentence before Ky could. "You are right, of course, Kiske. We must see this thing through to the end. And we might just find out some things, too."

"Yeah." Sol and Testament, both here. The lord must have some purpose for this.. right? "I guess this is where we go our separate ways, right?"

Behind them, the sun was beginning to set, and the sky filled with purple-red light. The two began to turn, and Ky stopped.

"Testament.. you are a Gear. Created to destroy.. to serve Justice. Tell me - why do you fight now?" Ky's face, framed in the low light, was a picture of anxiety. Testament simply looked back, his gaze impassive.

"Because I have someone to protect, too, Kiske. And I have sworn my life to her..."

Ky stared into Testament's eyes once more. Dark pools of sorrow... but perhaps there was just a hint of something else in there.. hope?

"Au revoir, Kiske."

And the Gear was gone.

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Non-counting vote dump time:

A-vote to Airman
A-vote to Rydia
A-vote to Allen Snyder
A-vote to Kuma

R-vote to Sol
R-vote to Yuri

Scattered Fire to Allen Snyder and Airman. No-show, no vote.

And to help Kyo test things, 1 A-vote to Jun, 1 R-vote to Kalten. Yep.


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:14 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

Shang Tsung looked at the new person, then slowly coughed. "I believe that I know you. Sol Badguy, isn't it?"

The man stared at Shang Tsung, and the sorcerer offered a bow. "I am Shang Tsung, and I know of you quite well. You see, I know everything. About the Gears, about the Crusades... everything."

Sol was less than impressed. "Did you get it from a magazine?"

The sorcerer sneered behind his goatee. "No, your good friends told me. Ky and Testament, I believe their names were?" That got Sol's attention. "Such nice gentlemen... A bit destructive, with that scythe and Thunderseal attacking everything in sight, but so it goes."

Sol drew himself up a bit further. "They are in this tournament, then?"

Shang Tsung nodded, the fell to his knees. "I fought against the two of them, and barely managed to get away. Could you help me up?"

Sol grimaced, then offered his hand. The sorcerer took it, then whispered, "Your soul is mine." Instantly, some of Sol's energy infused Shang Tsung, fully healing his wounds and revitalizing his body. He laughed. "Fool."

The other man took a step back from Shang Tsung, and sneered. "You are no different from Testament."

To this, Shang Tsung could only laugh. "To the contrary, I am nothing like Testament. For example, my help is much, much stronger than his."

Sol had an idea of what this meant, and he turned around. Li Mei's skeleton grabbed him by the collar, and flung him through the hardened sand. But, sand is sand, and it offered little resistance to the flying body. For good measure, Li Mei's skeleton slashed around the building with its scythe. After a full revolution, the entire building collapsed in a great heap of sand. Shang Tsung laughed.

"Lacking the ability to die will not help one when buried alive." Of course, Sol didn't know this. He burst out of the sand in a rage. But, when he looked around, Shang Tsung was nowhere to be found. However, there was a visible trail of destruction, with plenty of scorch marks and some collapsed buildings to mark where Shang Tsung had been hunting for souls...

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:20 PM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

A quick vote dump by moi...

A-vote to Daiestsu
A-vote to Kalten
A-vote to Jun

A-vote to Setsuna
A-vote to Kuma
A-vote to Max

R-Vote to Dorrin

R-Vote to Mal'Ganis
R-Vote to Captain Falcon
R-Vote to The Hulk

0 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes

Hope that's right.

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:20 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

After walking around the city for a little while, Rydia finally reached the spot where most of the people were...and she used the term 'people' rather loosely. All of these people were strange individuals, and even though she new nothing about them the summoner could tell that her powers will have to be used to their fullest extent before it's all said and done.

"So much for a vacation..." She sighed as she observed the people, trying to get a better understanding of who they were, and more importantly, what was their intentions. That was one thing that she was greatful that Edge had taught her: Always be aware of your surroundings...you'll never know what can happen.

As she turned to her left, she saw two figures that raised her interested. Two women, dressed in identical clothing but in different colors. They look very professional and even more beautiful, but there was something about them...that wasn't natural...almost frightening. Even so, there was also something in her mind that felt...a sense of peace in seeing the two...almost happy.

Almost as if on cue, the blonde woman of the pair looked toward Rydia's direction and stared at her for a second. Their eyes locked across the distance, both trying to see what was inside of the other, what secrets were they hiding from each other and themselves.

After seconds that seemed like years, Rydia broke contact from the blonde woman and turned toward her right, her eyes running into a familiar but strange figure. It was a green, giant man, and it reminded her of the ogres that she fought numerous times in her world. She almost chanted a Firaga spell out of habit, but the giant's eyes seemed calm, almost peaceful. She decided to make a point of talking to the creature, but first she had to find out what was going on.

At the corner of her eye, she spotted a familar looking woman in a suit, along with another figure who she reconginzed from the Battle Poll tournament.

"King...and K' I believe..." She whispered as she headed toward the pair.



Elsewhere...

To say Ryo was shocked was quite the understatement.

"Rydia! King! Where are you?"

He didn't really know what to do. The dissappearence didn't fall under the realm of natural, and the cops would just laugh at the claim that two women just vanished out of thin air. Suddenly a idea came to him.

"I hope this works." Ryo pulled out his cell phone and dialed Rydia's number. As expected there was nothing but static on the other end.

"Yeah, like that would've worked anyways..." he sighed as he sat down a nearby bar stool, slapping himself on the forehead at his idea. Suddenly he had another idea as he quickly dialed another number in the phone, and this idea didn't seem as stupid as the first.

"Hello. Chris here."

"Chris? It's Ryo. We have a problem..."


R-Vote to:
Mature and Vice
Hulk
King
K'

A-Vote to:
Rogue
Kuma
Allen Synder
Ky
Kyosuke
Max


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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Psycho Power J Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:34 PM

Still nothing here to see

Registered: Dec 2001
Location: Wouldn't you like to know

One moment she's taking a joyride through the crimson grounds of Cosmo Canyon with the buggy she "borrowed", the next she suddenly in this weird desert place. Yuffie scratches her head, trying to figure out what she'll do next.

"Maybe there's materia somewhere around," with that in mind, Yuffie vaults to the top of a building using some bystander's face as a stepping stone. There, she surveys the scene around here. A lot of strange people are milling about. A couple are fighting, but none appear to be using any materia, so she hops from building to building, alert to anything of interest.

A-vote to Allen Snyder
Yuffie is FOCUSed

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