DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:34
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Survivor X -
Round 3
Act Three, Scene One - Nation of the
Wave
The candidates flashed into view, seeing
Daisetsu already standing there with Rydia at his side, Dorrin
leaning against a large tree, Kalten lounging on a rock, and Jun
atop the higher branches, holding a bouquet in her hands. Behind
them was a dazzling spectacle of small islands glimmering in the
sunlight, connected by iron bridges which were painted with red and
gold. The houses seemed foreign to some, and more than familiar to
others. Daisetsu gave Rydia a pat, and she rejoined all the other
candidates. Then he spoke.
"Welcome to the nation of the
Wave, Mithrik'en. Your first and last test before we make a move on
the Naclos front lies in this city. Feel free to explore the
scattered cities as you like, but when you see a red flare in the
sky outside, that means you must come to the central island
posthaste. There, your test will begin."
The candidates
turned to leave, but Daisetsu placed his hand on Alma's shoulder as
she was moving with them. She stopped, and turned back towards him
curiously.
"I did not turn a blind eye to the destruction
that arose in Kaintor'en, Alma."
The young cleric
blanchened.
"Nor do I believe that you were actually
responsible for it. However...Dorrin has brought what he believes to
be the situation to my ears, and I find it to be of dire importance.
You and I are going to have to speak somewhere
private..."
Nation of the Wave,
Mithrik'en
If one can make an idealistic picture of
Feudal Japan in all of its near-mythical beauty and intrigue, than
Mithrik'en fits the picture perfectly. A massive web of inter-linked
islands of small stature with a central, volcanic island in the
middle, Mithrik'en is a very dynamic and interesting place. Being
the merchant capital of the world, nothing cannot be purchased here
unless it is under the technology level of the world in general.
Mithrik'en's main industry, however, is not trade--it is also the
mercenary capital of the world, hiring out its ninjas to perform any
level of task for people who request them, from weeding yards to
assassinations. The central island serves as a training center for
ninjas, and only the best of best An'ven can become them. The ninjas
here do not only utilize speed with various weapons of choice, but
excel in special forms of hand to hand combat(taijutstu), hypnotism
and illusion skills(genjutsu), and specialty techniques known to
overpower any normal human(ninjutsu). There are three levels of
ninja--Genin, the base rank, Chuunin, ninjas who are a cut above the
others in aspects ranged from overall skill power to leadership, and
Jounin, extremely elite ninja who are train the underlings and are
hired out only when death or high risk is involved. Most Jounin are
Aura-users in addition to being proficient in all three forms of
jutsu, or drastically overpowering in one area. With this powerful
mercenary system, Mithrik'en is easily the strongest nation
economically. Jun is the daughter of the Hokage--leader of ninjas,
and she is Jounin-level herself. The Hokage--Kobatsu, is said to
have accomplished over 1,000 missions without losing a single member
of his team prior to his change in rank.
Master
List
Daisetsu --- The Red
Phoenix (98 EXP - Level 2!)
Sponsors Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super
Heroes)(13) Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)(8) Slipstream -
Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)(20) Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty
Gear)(14) ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV)(7) Lantis
- Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi
2)(10)
Sidekicks m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street
Fighter Alpha) Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II) Anoat -
Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)
Fallen colguile - Allen
Sanyder (Street Fighter EX) Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The
King of Fighters)(26)
Kalten --- The Blue
Dragon (80 EXP - Level
2!)
Sponsors Curley W - Jason Soe w/
Vader(9) Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second
Story)(4) Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters)(10) S-Chicken
Boner - Adol Christian(Y's)(5) Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty
Gear)(26) San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal
Kombat)(16) Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash Bros.)(10)
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street Fighter) Samus
Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash Bros.)
Fallen Zen
Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools)
Jun ---
The Green Dragon (90 EXP - Level
2!)
Sponsors The Damned - King(The King of
Fighters) arena(18) Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft
III)(13) Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)(28) Kellios -
Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)(4) eyesaw - Storm(X-Men:
Children of the Atom)(12)
Sidekicks Psycho Power
J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram
Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Fallen Nif -
Kite(.hack//infection)(1) Simplistic Hero -
Kuma(Tekken) Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny
II)(14)
Dorrin --- The White
Tiger (57 EXP)
Sponsors Amethyst -
Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)(7) Renmazuo - Alma
Beoulve(Final Fantasy Tactics)(14) CarlyCheeese - Hisame
Shizumaru(Samurai Shodown)(7) MageusBlack - Maya
Amano(Persona)(8) Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind
Waker)(13) Krizak - Mint(Threads of
Fate)(13)
Fallen pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The
Power Battles) Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street
Fighter)
New skills have been obtained from the link between
Sponsors and their Lords. They are as
follows:
Daisetsu Immolation - The next 3
sponsors to take negative action against you recieve one A-Vote
each, the last one recieving 2 A-votes instead. Distance Charge -
You deal 3 A-Votes to yourself, and the next A-Vote of target
sponsor and yourself does 3
damage.
Kalten Strafed Fire - Deals 2 damage
to target Sponsor, and negates an R-Vote cast on another target
Sponsor. Parry Stance - Consumes 2 of your A-votes to Counter the
next two attacks against you.
Jun Spirit
Link - The next three actions on target Sponsor happen to you as
well(this does not include Ability effects, nor any effect you incur
on target Sponsor afterwards. If a sponsor is already target of
another Link, you cannot link that Sponsor.) Kage Bunshin - For
every 3 votes you take, target Sponsor is dealt one damage. This is
not retroactive.
Special Rule -
Ninjutsu
This round is special in the manner that
Sponsors may use up to two Abilities this round instead of the
normal one. Nothing else. Sponsors under Dorrin may use the same
Ability twice--the others may not. Mithrik'en's atmosphere makes one
feel more recharged than he or she has in a lifetime, but the
environment of silent assassins watching your every step mandates
that no action you make can be reckless. Understand that using FOCUS
here cuts your available abilities in half.
Kalten and
Dorrin are available for interaction. Daisetsu will be with Alma
for a length of some time(determined by how far story goes), and
then he will be available for interaction. Jun is not available for
interaction except by one character--.
A special, brief
minigame -- The three nations of Wind, Earth, and Water have now all
been mentioned, and they all hail from root names that share a
similarity. The first to PM me with the roots of these three
nations' names will recieve a special bonus.
This round will
end sometime around Tuesday 9:00 PM
CST, and voting ends at 8:30. Understand that
these can be changed, and if they are I'll edit this post to
represent that.
OOC: Sorry the story was so rushed, but I had
to get this round out as soon as possible.
EDIT: And no,
there is no vote/Ability burn. XD
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Just Some
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:37
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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first
Falcon shall use Parry Stance. Falcon
shall FOCUS. Falcon shall post later explaining these
votes. Falcon just did not want to forget to do all this
stuff.
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Switchblade |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:37
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
behind the mayo
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First.

EDIT: Damn you, JSG!
::Plots a devious way to dispose of JSG involving
Jello, electric nipple clamps, and the Japanese
mafia.::
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:39
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Er... NOT using FOCUS.
Watch out for me -
it's quite late right now, so I shall post later in the day (so
don't go layin' unprovoked smackdown on me XP).
*bows~*
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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Dry31
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:42
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Testament engages Immolation.
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Daisuke7777 |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:09
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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Late
night post
K' uses Parry Stance and will NOT be
FOCUSed.
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Status:
Lord:
Kalten 4 A-Votes 4 R-Votes 1 Unused
Ability
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Kellios |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:25
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Ex-Turk
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Alone
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Uh... yeah.
Vincent will
FOCUS
As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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Luna
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:26
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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K, Opera will FOCUS. ^^
Go to the
light Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite Ikutsu no
yo ake mo koeteku Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....
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Daisuke7777 |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:38
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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K'
spots Shizumaru, Opera, and Vince and hands them choco 
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Just Some
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:49
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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Captain's Log. 04-22-03. 12:49am Sponsored by
Kool-Aid.
Falcon looked at his new surroundings. So many
people around. A bustling metropolis of old days, tons and tons of
businesses. So far the most appealing place so far. Falcon walked
about the streets, offering autographs to all the passers-by, and
generally whoring himself out to all the business owners he could
find. He walked through the town, and was reminded of Rurouni
Kenshin, which he voiced-over a commercial for once, thought it only
played for a week. Falcon was extremely pissed at this. Still, he
got $3,000,000 out of it, so it was worth doing. Fond memories came
swiftly to the Captain. All of his commerials, all of his
deals.
Getting all teary-eyed and misty, Falcon had to go to
a forest so no one would see him in such a vulnerable state. He
passed it off as going to meditate on getting the One Deal, however.
Hulk, Dan, and Tingle were great and all, but he needed time to
think for himself a bit. It was early, and the forest seemed
peaceful enough, and the pimpin' crew would probably not go there,
for there are more potential hos in the city limits.
On his
way to the forest, Falcon ran into a most unusual character, whom he
had seen before, but never got a chance to market.. errr... talk to.
A tall, lurking, demonic... demon. The Purple One himself,
Mal'Ganis.
'Hello, good sir. I'm sure you know who I am.
CAPTAIN FALCON!' He posed. 'And I have just the thing you need. Head
and Shoulders... DANDRUFF SHAMPOOOOOOOO!!!!'
Falcon reached
into his anime hammer space, pulled out the Big Bag o' Endorsed
Products™, and got a bottle of Head and Shoulders, giving it to the
demon. Falcon posed, gave and autograph, and left before Mal'Ganis
had a chance to reply.
He reached the forest after a few
minutes of walking, seeking inner peace and a bit of quiet time to
think of what fuedal businesses would be best to get sponsorships
from. Falcon sat down, his back rested on a tree, with some baby
powder that Dan had left behind. Dozing off for a bit, a wicked
looking creature climbed down the tree, eyeing the powder. The
figure was still encompassed in shadows, his eyes gleamed throught
he darkness when he saw the powder, however. One world echoed from
the creatures mouth. 'Precious...
precious...'
Falcon was completely oblivious as the
creature drew nearer to him. 'Precious... he
has... the precious... our precious. Must... have... the
precious...'
Reaching, the oddity grabbed the baby
powder from the hero's hand, but since Falcon was a light sleeper,
it woke him up. 'GRAH!' was what came out of Falcon's mouth as he
was awakened by the creature. His hand went swinging, and knocked
the mystery being out of the shadows of the tree and into the
light.
It was a nappy, chubby man in a beat up loin cloth.
Long, curley black hair fell from his head down to his shoulders,
his face adorned with a Fu-man-shu, and scars and bruises covered
his body. The creature was none other than 70's porn star, Ron
Jeremy. Jeremy spoke, 'Precious! Give me...
precious!'
'What, precious? Is my autograph that
great?'
'Preeecccioouuusssss...' The
word lingered, low, slowly, as Jeremy reached for the baby powder.
'The... precious...'
Falcon then
realized that this was not a crazed fan wanting an autograph. He
recognized him, a man that many legends are based off of. The one
and only Ron Jeremy. He was formerly the most successful adult film
star in history, but then, he got a deal with Shotopimps. The dark
power of the One Deal warped his mind, he became the hideous
creature in front of Falcon, the one that is called Spankum. Yes,
this was the creature of legends, the one who once had the One Deal,
but now, the One Deal has him. Taken over by it's utter prowess and
the sheer amounts of fame and money that the deal could give, Ron
Jeremy was no more, and Spankum resided in his once-prosperous
body.
'Precious... give me the precious!'
A bit of light and humanity returned to Spankum's
eyes.
'No... don't give it to me! DON'T! I
was already ***zed up the ass by it, hardk00r! I can't handle it!
Keep the Shotopimp products away from me!'
'NO! GIVE IT! NEED... THE
PRECIOUS!'
Falcon stood in amazement, he had no idea
what the One Deal could do to a man. It was obviously not everything
he thought it was. The One Deal was pure evil, a dark power that
could only be destroyed in the dark land of Chicago, where it was
created. Seeing the fate that had befallen Ron Jeremy, Falcon could
not do anything but doubt the One Deal.
'I can't have the
One Deal. I must get it however. It is all that I have lived for. It
is everything...'
The dark power of the Deal had gotten
to the man himself now... Oh what a wicked web we weave, Falcon had
become another follower of it's power, it had seeped into his mind,
he was certainly done for now....
'I need that
deal. It is everything. It is... the precious.
Wait! NO! I
can't let this happen. The deal won't possess me, it can't. No
endorsement is too much for Captain Falcon! I can handle
it.'
While he was deep in thought, Spankum managed to
take the baby powder. Falcon realized this, and gave chace. Ron
Jeremy was an overweight, out of shape man. However Falcon, Falcon
was perfectly built, the perfection that is man, he easily caught up
to Spankum, and subdued him, taking the powder, the symbolization of
Shotopimps.
'NO! YOU CANNOT TAKE IT FROM
ME! THE PRECIOUS IS ALL I HAVE! Spankum... Spankum need the precious
to live. WE need it. Give it to us!'
'No! Do not! Take it to Chicago, and destroy it before
someone else ends up like meeeeeeee!!!!!'
Falcon chose
to heed this warning, and made haste to get away from Ron Jeremy,
with his speed, the task was quite easy. However, Falcon just
arrived, Spankum, however, was banished here. He knew all the
shortcuts, all the terrain. Spankum leapt into the shadows, giving
silent chase to Falcon...
--------------------- R-Vote
to Mal'Ganis Mal'Ganis is now in possession of Head and
Shoulder dandruff shampoo
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The
Damned |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:53
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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I
guess I too will FOCUS. However, I don't really
understand now Kyo. Before you edited the first post, it sounded
like we could only use our Abilities and not anything else.
Therefore, I ask if we still have our A-Votes and R-Votes or
not.
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
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:56
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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We do,
however there is no vote burn. And we have four abilities, 2 if
FOCUSed.
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Daisuke7777 |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:58
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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JSG,
it's only TWO abilities now. When you focus you're remained with
one. Kyo thought the 4 abilities went a bit overboard, which I don't
mind :P HIgher chance of me surviving 
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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:00
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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I
apologize. I was a bit too hasty with deciding the terms of the
special rule--with what it had been, most Sponsors didn't really
have an effective way to attack other people.
So, I reduced
the available abilities to 2, cut back down to 1 if one FOCUSes, and
re-added votes back.
And yes, there is no Vote Burn this
round. Consider it a gift. 
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The
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:02
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77 I apologize. I was
a bit too hasty with deciding the terms of the special rule--with
what it had been, most Sponsors didn't really have an effective
way to attack other people.
So, I reduced the available
abilities to 2, cut back down to 1 if one FOCUSes, and re-added
votes back.
And yes, there is no Vote Burn this round.
Consider it a gift.
Umm... can I edit out my Vanish then? Not to
sound bitchy, but I would, you know like to change my plan know that
the rules have been altered. And since that was before the
alteration...
Yeah?
EDIT: Done.
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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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:06
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
#1
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Go
right ahead.
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Amethyst |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:40
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Gen
would love it here... I think it would remind him so much of his
lost Wakatu...
Amethyst sighed and trudged out onto a
bridge. He leaned against a railing and gazed at the leaves whirling
by in the current.
That girl... Marquis Elmdor, Shizumaru,
Mint... Vincent... So many old souls attracted to this girl. How
does she fit into this whole thing?
He glanced down at
his hands and found he was idly shuffling the deck of Tarot cards
the Arcane priestess in Devin had given him.
What spread
to use... The Mage's Pentacle should do.
A point-down
star of aquamarine fire appeared in the air before him. Slowly,
Amethyst drew four cards. They floated before him at the upper and
side points of the pentagram, backs toward him. Four cards, to
represent our situation... Another one was placed at the base
point of the pentagram. One to represent our obstacle or opposing
force... And one in the middle. And the result or
goal.
He touched the rightmost card. It slowly turned on
its vertical axis, revealing a young woman holding two discs, unable
to choose between them. A small enchantment on the deck even allowed
the woman to glance back and forth between the two, in constant
flux. Two of Coins... Difficult situations, embarrassment,
worry... The upper-right card turned. A young, dark-haired man
held a straight sword aloft, mounted atop a black charger. Knight
of Swords... Bravery, skill, heroic actions... The top left card
flipped. A woman, old beyond her years, gazed at a staff held in her
hands. A glistening, shapeless robe trailed to the floor behind her.
Major Arcana High Priestess... Purity. Hand trembling, he
touched the leftmost card. It revealed a man, clad in flowing robes,
holding a wand and using it to conduct the movements of a sword,
cup, and coin. The symbols danced in a sideways figure-eight, symbol
of the eternity all mages study. Magician. I should have
known.
Now the opposition... The card turned, revealing a
young boy stepping blithely off a cliff, his eyes fixed on the
horizon, a dog yapping at his heels. The Fool? Not in control of
his life, he plunges ahead thoughtlessly... Who is
that?
One card remained floating with its back turned.
Amethyst breathed deeply and touched it. A large, black tower rose
from the ground in the card, lightning flickering in the background.
A bolt from above the top border of the card had struck the tower,
and debris was floating almost gently in the space around the
sundering point. Tower. Destruction, violent change.
These
cards reveal a lot, but they aren't the clearest... A divination
cantrip will help determine what they mean... He ran his fingers
across the Two of Coins, leaving a violet smear where his fingers
ran. As it cleared, the coins grew holes in the middle which grew to
form the coins into rings, and the young woman no longer looked from
one to the other, instead staring straight at the viewer, red hair
streaming behind her.
He smiled and ran his fingers across
the Knight of Swords. The blade lengthened and curved, the hair
reddened, and Amethyst found himself staring into the eyes of...
Shizumaru-san... I suppose you're the hero here...
He
didn't even need to touch the High Priestess or Magician. About
as obvious as they come, those omens.
Then his hand
lingered over the Fool. He stroked it and closed his eyes. When he
opened them, the card had disappeared. He looked down. A small pile
of dust lay on the bridge railing below where the card had been.
Then, a drop of liquid landed in the pile of dust. Another landed,
and he followed it up...
To the Tower. The Tower was dripping
blood, and the card itself had changed of its own accord. The tower
and lightning were still there, yet now the lightning had a source.
A winged figure, colored in red and dripping.
Bloody...
Angel...
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For those
wondering, I made that Tarot spread up.
EDIT: And Amethyst is
now FOCUSing.
3A, 2R, 1A.
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:52
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Hisame Shizumaru - 3:1
Bloody Angel...
then no wonder I could not sense her problem. She is no demon at
all...
A breeze blew through the hair, tossing
Shizumaru's ponytail around in the air. Silently, he looked up and
saw the familiar blossoms of sakura trees, and as the wind rippled
through, petals fell from the branches, brushing against his cheek
delicately.
Must they taunt me with my last memories of
Tachibana-san?
His umbrella was open now, and leaning
against his shoulder to provide some sort of shield between himself
and the petals, and he looked up at the sky with a gentle smile on
his face. Despite the wistful memories of Tachibana Ukyo that the
location brought to him, after all - it was very nearly home, in the
aesthetical sense.
One of his muscles started to spasm in his
arm, and he looked at it strangely. Shizumaru stood still for a
moment, as another breeze passed through the air and across his
face, making his face pinken up a little. Even though Yuri had
healed his wounds, he was still quite exhausted from the ordeal in
the dojo - and seeing as how Alma could not come to him at the
moment, he would feel a great deal less modest...
Shizumaru
headed off towards the middle island, thinking that the volcano in
the middle would be just the place for what he was looking for.
Right now, what he needed was a place to relax, gather his thoughts,
and forget his troubles for the time being. Another wave of sakura
petals flew in front of his face as Shizumaru neared the mountain,
and around him, he watched pairs of children playing in the street,
mothers scolding, something perhaps cooking in a house nearby... it
was eerily reminiscent of his own life, back on his own
world.
"Guess I wasn't alone in going to the hot springs,"
chuckled Kalten next to him. "You're going then as
well?"
Shizumaru nodded. "That I am. My mind and body are
exhausted... and that I have not been to hot springs in a good while
myself... I thought that now might be the right time for a brief
stay."
"I don't blame you," Kalten smirked, and folded his
arms behind his head as they walked along. "I can only imagine what
your bodies must feel like... and I heard about your role in that
'disturbance' involving the cleric girl. Do you realize how
dangerous that could've been if you'd been caught
escaping?"
"Hai," Shizumaru nodded slowly. "But... I
had to. I could never forgive myself if I let her be forced into
that darkness she holds... you see, she and I share that in common -
and there have been many times when I myself have very nearly been
forced to uncover the darkness in my soul as well. It is very, very
painful, in both mind and body - "
"I don't need to know the
details. Besides... Daisetsu's talking to Alma about it right now,
so you don't need to worry about it any more. He'll take care of
it," he yawned, and stretched out his arms. "So don't break your
nails over it, okay?"
"Yes, but..." Shizumaru looked away
from Kalten, who was now whistling a little tune - as if nothing
serious had happened to Alma in the least! "I can't simply ignore
her situation... Kalten, what shall I do? What can I do for
her?"
"Nothing."
"N - nothing?!" Shizumaru gasped.
"But - "
"Hell, if *I* were her, I'd hate to see my friends
blowing it out of proportion. If she wants to talk about it, let her
do that..." He laughed once. "Anyway. Hot springs, dead
ahead."
Shizumaru nodded, and the two of them proceeded
further on up the mountain to one of the small changing rooms. The
young man stepped in first, and while Kalten stood to keep a watch
over the stall -
"The FUCK?"
"My daddy is sleepin'
and mama ain't around Yeah, daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't
around We're gonna wonk wonk wonk Till we tear the house
down Come on and wonk, yeah baby, wonk Ooooh yeah, just like
this - *pelvic thrust!* Come on and give a honk... and do the
WONK!"
Kalten's eye twitched and his mouth formed a
scowl. "Ugh... eyesore," he growled and mock-shuddered. "Now, I'll
let Jun wear the tight clothing around here, but as for you..."
Idly, he flicked a hand into the air, and an enormous blue bolt of
lightning shot down from the skies, right onto the unfortunate
wonk-obsessee - who tumbled down the mountain, bouncing like rubber,
until he stopped a good ways down the base, moaning "... let's do
the wonk..."
"And now that THAT is taken care of..." Kalten
dusted off his hand, and knocked on the stall door. "You finished
yet?"
"Hai, Kalten-san," came the faint reply of
Shizumaru - already in the springs, he suspected. Kalten shrugged,
and went into the little stall, quickly (and rather lazily) taking
off his clothes in favor of one of the simple loincloths. Finishing
that, he slid open the door leading into the hot spring and was met
with a blast of heat and steam from the water. Shrugging, he
casually stepped in and waded over to Shizumaru - who had tied his
ponytail up higher so as not to get his hair wet.
"Well,
isn't this nice," Kalten laughed with a sarcastic tone, and
Shizumaru nodded idly to himself, lost in other
thoughts.
Kalten-san said not to worry about Alma-san, but
she is in so much confusion and pain right now... how can I simply
let that slip past my eyes?
I cannot doubt that Elmdor will
come after her, that is for certain. What matters now, is only when
and how...
... Tachibana-san. Tell me, please; what would you
have done right now...?
--
MUKKI SMACKDOWN~
XD
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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The Silver Ogre
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Act III – The Maiden and the Memory –
I
Turn around, you say ‘scuse the truth but I
haven’t eaten today and my eyes are turnin’ grey
What’s
your name?
I~~ can’t remember.
---
A
wind of ill omen blew his silver hair and crimson cape, as though he
were the image of some arcane magus. High atop the roof of Riovannes
Castle, Mesdoram Elmdor, the Silver Noble, stood, his arms folded as
he gazed across the wide roof at Ramza Beoulve. The boy had
just…declined his request for the Zodiac Stone he
possessed.
Moments earlier, the Lord of the manor, Barinten,
had been thrown to a grisly death far below by the merciless hands
of Lede, the younger of the Marquis’s two assassin companions. Now,
the life of another – Rafa – was on the line. And Elmdor didn’t know
it yet, at that time, but Ramza Beoulve would always, always
come for a friend who was in trouble. Even if he ended up facing the
legendary Silver Noble and his assassins.
Robed in the garb
of a ninja, Ramza darted forward, soft footfalls tapping the tiles
of the roof like a quiet drumhead. He lashed out at Celia, the elder
of the assassin sisters, but his kodachi found only her cross-block.
She pirouetted, as if engaged in an elegant dance, turning away his
second strike as though it were a mere prod. With a flick of her
wrist, she drove her second sword into his shoulder – which would
have been his chest, had he not chanced to react fast enough. In the
distance, Lede was drawing near to Rafa. He didn’t have much
time.
The younger assassin keeled over, suddenly, and Ramza
knew that somewhere, behind him, Mustadio would be simultaneously
boasting about his ‘precision aim’ and lusting after the beautiful
assassin. At his side, the samurai Deruta lunged forward, without
regrets about now facing his former commander-in-chief on the
battlefield.
“Shadow Stitch!” shouted Lede, as her fingers
played in and out of each other in symmetrical shapes and patterns.
An inky spiritual binding seemed to envelop the swordsman, eerily
stopped right where he was. The intense expression of being about to
strike was frozen on his face, his sword raised above his head. Rafa
had begun to run, but Elmdor himself had given chase, seeming to fly
over the blue tiles of the roof after her.
“Yagumo rising,
all who know God!” He hollered, hand flying downward to his sheathed
katana – a foreign sword like the kind Deruta himself used.
“Heaven’s Cloud!” Ramza, still caught up in close combat with the
assassin Celia, heard only the sound of roof tiles shattering and
Rafa’s scream as a lightning-fast blade of wind flew outward,
slashing the girl heavily on the back. Deruta’s arms also began to
bleed; the ‘Izuna’ – the air wave of the drawn-out Heaven’s Cloud,
had cut the ‘frozen’ man also. Ramza knew he had to get medicine or
cures to them. Either way, the battle could not go on much
longer.
With a shout and a lunge, he swung at the assassin’s
head, turning his blade sharply midway. It sunk into her soft breast
even as she dodged, and she flashed a momentary glare of hate that
was immediately replaced with the woman’s ice-cold battle demeanor.
“Leave her alone!” he shouted, bowing his knees to jump up into the
air. The height of the jump took her by surprise; it must have been
a Lancer’s training, to be sure.
“Let’s go!” came a shout
from behind as Mustadio ran forward, leading a two-person charge
with Charene, as a white mage, in tow. “The shockwave of the second
bullet!” The muzzle of his gun erupted in smoke and a bullet
embedded itself in Lede’s arm. “When I say don’t act, I mean don’t
act, sucka!” He twirled his ancient firearm before opening it to
hastily reload.
Lede struggled to move, but as she did, Ramza
descended with heaven’s fury, whipping both of his kodachi
shortswords against her bare flesh. She keeled over to her knees,
breathing and bleeding heavily.
“There’s no more time to
waste here.” The voice of the Marquis seemed to halt the battle.
“Celia, Lede, let’s go.” At his word, both of them ceased fighting.
Walking calmly to him, they followed him as he disappeared over the
high crest of the roof. Ramza ran to where Rafa lay,
bleeding.
“Rafa…are you okay?” Those were his words, simple
and kind.
Those were the actions that intrigued Elmdor. Why
fight so hard, give so much of his all, even against such dire odds?
What drove him forward, even when he realized he confronted the
Kings of Hell themselves? When everything he’d grown up believing
was proven nothing more than a twisted falsity?
Was it for
glory, or honor? No… Was it for truth? Perhaps. Was it for love?
Almost assuredly.
And at one time, he remembered, he had been
much like that boy.
---
The land of Mithrik’en was
beautiful, the way he had always imagined Nipan from the books he
was able to buy from overseas. The red bridges spanning the rivers
and islands reminded him of those he had built back in Limberry,
those Oriental-style bridges that gave the city a unique Eastern
flavor. Even the buildings were tall and made of wood, with imposing
brick foundations. Blue or red tiles covered almost every roof, and
every street he walked down was bustling. It felt…relaxing, to rub
shoulders with people, as though he was an ordinary man once
again.
I cannot hear it…the voice of Zalera. Perhaps he is
‘asleep’. What that man, Daisetsu, said may be true – depending on
what our total lifeforce is, our energy comes back at different
rates. Therefore, since I am only human whereas Zalera is a Lucavi,
it would take him longer to receive back the same amount of
energy.
And that’s not taking into account the fact that he’s
receiving it through my body. Elmdor gave a wry smile at the
thought of cutting off all of Zalera’s energy. He had indeed been
trying to wean the lifeforce away from the Zodiac Demon, but no
human’s control of ki was absolute enough to divert it all. Perhaps
someone like Jun or Daisetsu could do it – someone whose mind
reached far beyond human…but he was not them, and he would have to
find his own way.
But still…the fact that he is silent is
perhaps a result of his manifestation. Without his full energy, it
is a drain on his lifeforce to manifest himself in me. However…once
he regains his full energy, what then? And with the ‘Bloody Angel’
here, how much greater will his power be magnified?
For
the first time in what seemed like ages, he slipped his hand inside
of his robe, running his hand over that cold patch of chest where he
knew the skin was bleached-white. Even if Zalera were to somehow
disappear in an instant, that little spot guaranteed that any life
he tried to live would be fraught with troubles. There was no
telling what troubles it had stirred up already.
That
sword…‘Forever Sin’. Did Kaiki know what she was doing when she
tried to use it? Perhaps it’s as Fabian believed, that it is a
weapon that should never be used.
In the city of
Mithrik’en, Mesdoram Elmdor felt more at home, more himself. The
beauty of nature was all around him, magnified by the beauty of
Eastern architecture. But especially, he took a strange sense of
pride in the fact that many people wore weapons. Teenage girls,
chatting as they walked down the street, had pairs of sheathed
kodachi strapped to their back. Friendly sellers in the marketplace
hawked their wares, even as Elmdor saw great glaives and spears
propped up against the backs of their counters. Ninja seemed to walk
the street as if it were a race, not an
occupation.
And the conflict renewed itself in him once
again. There was a desire to fight, to test what must be a
culturally-ingrained greatness among the warriors of this place
against his own skill that he’d hewn from the pages of ancient
technique manuals and battlefield experience. Yet, there was also a
desire for peace, to be still and become enlightened to the wisdom
of the ages that spoke in a still, small voice. To admire the simple
beauty and integrity of things like Mithrik’en’s architecture and
dress-style.
Wordlessly, he walked down the street, taking
every sight, sound, and smell in, for he didn’t wish to miss a
moment of that place.
---
Katana of the Round:
Heaven’s Cloud. The Heaven’s Cloud is a strong katana with a dark
blue sheath and grip. Its guard depicts clouds and gusts of wind –
indicative of its wind-elemental powers. When the spirit of the
Heaven’s Cloud is drawn out, the sword releases a malevolent gale in
the form of a large white slash-shaped projectile that extends from
the same trajectory as the blade’s slash. This wind-slash, nicknamed
the ‘Izuna’, is one of the fastest draw-out attacks, and is very
difficult to evade. If the initial wave is disrupted (which it
can be, since it’s wind-elemental), it dissipates into many
smaller slashes, which may still prove dangerous.
Zalera’s
soul is silent, having spent much energy in the previous round to
physically manifest himself. Thus, he has no choice but to lay low
while the lifeforce energy lost in the initial transport continues
to filter in. The eyes are red, and Mesdoram Elmdor is now himself
again.
---
And who would've thought? A flashback-ish
throwback to a flashback, just like RT3's Elmdor story! 
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The Night Beckons...
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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In this entry....
-Mal'Ganis
gets an invitation. Two words.
---
Again the disconcerting
portal which pulled Mal'Ganis from his drink-- no doubt right before
Alma-- Altima, rather-- found the time to reply to his well-veiled
summons and joined him by the Arena.
Or perhaps this
'Altima' does not enjoy the sight of human blood. I have had that
there is the odd succubus who enjoys torture but is extremely
squeamish about actually killing anything. ...well, demons are not
exactly known for their consideration of such matters. Still,
perhaps I should find her again....
The land Mal'Ganis
and the other contestants stood in resembled something like the
Pandaren capital of Pangri-La; an Oriental paradise, its own utopia
in a world busy with far more important matters than serving tea and
sake and cultivating miniature trees.
He listened politely as
Daisetsu spoke-- Mithrik'en-- this cartogrophers of this world
must be bloody tired of apostrophes-- was this nation-state's
name, and he explained how it was a chain of mercantile-based cities
with a strong Ninja tradition. The Dreadlord reflexively glanced
around, searching for Jun; as he heard this; but didn't see her, and
nearly missed Daisetsu's final-- almost offhand--
remark.
The final 'test' before we are sent to our deaths
for this foolish war. Delightful. We demons are cruel, but at least
we know to deal with our own problems. Inviting random fools like
this crowd, not to mention promising them divinity, can only lead to
more trouble than it's worth.
Lacking anything more
pressing to do, Mal'Ganis scoured the now-dwindling groups of
contestants for Alma; he found her shortly, although scowled as
Daisetsu led her off. No doubt he wished for her story regarding the
altercation in Kaintor'en.
Mal'Ganis began to follow them,
but stopped short as one Ninja, trying vainly to be inconscipuous;
strode silently over to him. "You are Mal'Ganis?" he queried; voice
carrying the same accent as Jun's, though harsher; and the demon
nodded. "This is for you." he bowed, handing Mal'Ganis a sealed
letter.
The Dreadlord took it, then stopped; widening one
toward the Ninja in amusement; he had no eyebrows. The mortal nodded
and seemed to fade away; so artfully did he retreat.
I
should be more careful. If an errand boy is capable of agility
nearly rivalling that of a Demon Hunter... then their ninja masters
would have to be formidable. ...now, ah... from Jun? Well,
well....
Mal'Ganis snapped the seal open with one of his
claws and opened the scroll. In a very delicate hand it
read,
"Mal'Ganis,
I wish to thank you for the gifts
and attention you've seen fit to bestow on me. I have been
preoccupied with the preparations so far, but I have some time now.
If you'd like to meet me at the central island, the one with the
dormant volcano, it would be an honor.
I'll be at the Shin-Ko
water gardens. Ask one of the ninja if you have difficulty finding
it.
Thank you again for the flowers. They were
wonderful.
(Signed) Jun"
...I wasn't aware that a
plot could work too well. Yet apparently it
has.
...this changes things. Perhaps I needn't kill her after
all. Perhaps simply weakening her resolve to the point where she
cannot resist me... then my powers can handle the rest. She would be
more useful as an ally or pawn than ever her soul
could.
Yes... yes, if this goes well....
Mal'Ganis
grinned to himself, and walked toward the central island. The
bridges, he noticed; were as distinguished as the buildings;
well-wrought iron and painted over in autumn tones. He nodded
politely to the mortals who passed him by; mostly merchants or their
functionaries, but more than a few ninja and civilians, no doubt a
few tourists, who seem, regardless of the world, to be drawn to all
things Oriental; and stopped by the first jeweler he could see in
one of the many shops built around the incredibly popular central
location.
"Falazure," or so the well-dressed mortal was
named; was personally on hand; and Mal'Ganis, wishing to pass off
his aura of wealth and command; went straight to him. The man, still
handsome despite his years; bowed toward the demon; then
smiled.
"You'll have to forgive the employees, my friend.
They're not used to seeing a, ah, oni in person." He chuckled
and offered his hand to Mal'Ganis.
"Mal'Ganis." he replied,
giving another slight bow-- if I continue showing such undue
respect toward mortals, I'll...-- and then managed a smile. "I
am meeting a woman of exquisite taste. She seems to favor the color
green." The Dreadlord frowned as Falazure rose an eyebrow knowingly.
"I am absurdly wealthy."
The man's eyes lit up. "Is that so?
Well, then, only the best, hai?"
Violet eyes
shimmered. "Very wealthy."
Mal'Ganis knew why mortals
would spend their entire lives fighting over and making money. It
made things happen. Gold was the currency of power in the realm of
mortals; just as magic, strength, and cunning were what meant power
in the Nether. And the mention of gold was to a greedy merchant
what, perhaps; the mention of a weak world laced with magic nodes
meant to a Greater Demon.
Falazure returned with what was
quite possibly the brightest medium-size emerald Mal'Ganis had ever
seen. It was set on a chain, to be worn as a pendant; and was,
conveniently, about the right length for Jun. He also barely managed
to hide a knowing smirk-- there was some innate magic in that jewel,
and, judging from little Mal'Ganis could sense from its aura; was
elemenal, and defensive.
"I will take it."
"But I
haven't even told you the pr--"
"It matters not. I will take
it."
---
(To be continued!)
"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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The Night Beckons...
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Mal'Ganis had indeed needed to get directions
to the water garden; fortunately, he had only to mention the
"Shin-Ko gardens" to Falazure to instantly get a reaction, and a
location; in his mind. It had taken more concentration than usual to
break in; and he wasn't sure if it was a decline in his powers, or
simply stronger resistance in the mortal. Either
way....
He had changed his armor into a set of exotic
Nathrezim dress robes; deep purple in color, of course; with black
trim along the sides and seams, with a black silklike cape. He also
began preparing his formidable mental powers; focusing them; all to
the end of Charming--
"Ah, Mal'Ganis!"
Charm...
Charm... what... charm...?
If Jun had been attractive
before; she was stunning now. Her hair, not really that long; flowed
freely, as did the vivid green kimono she wore. She smiled tightly,
clearly nervous herself; and walked down the wide steplike levels
down to Mal'Ganis.
"Lady... Jun. You look... beautiful. Those
garments suit you very well." He bowed, taking her hand; and placed
it to his lipless mouth; more for tradition than to actually kiss
it; that being very difficult for a Dreadlord to do.
She
blushed slightly and bowed in return. "Thank you. You look very...
um... noble, Mal'Ganis. That robe... wear does it come
from?"
"The Twisting Nether," Mal'Ganis replied dryly, "And
it is spun in the fabric of the Ether, and washed in the blood of
the Legion's enemies."
She paled.
"Mal'Ganis--"
"Actually, I do believe that it's silk." He
smiled thinly as Jun scowled; though with humor behind it. "...my
apologies. I understand it's considered human to attempt to reduce
uneasy situations with humor."
She raised an eyebrow.
"You're... uneasy?"
The Dreadlord shrugged. "Somewhat.
Yourself?"
Jun chuckled. "Well... maybe a little. ...come,
let's take a walk through the gardens. It's a good change of pace
from the desert, wouldn't you say?"
Mal'Ganis smiled again.
"Indubitably. And I could not ask for better company."
He
offered Jun his hand, and the master ninja accepted it with
hers.
From behind them a local boy made catcalls toward the
pair's back. Mal'Ganis put him to Sleep.
---
"So...
this land is your home, Lady Jun?"
"Yes. My father is a
Hokage, and I spent much of my early life here... I'm
considered jounin now. ...do you know much about our
culture?"
Yes, thanks to all the mortals I-- "No.
Please; elaborate."
The couple strolled through the water
garden; Mal'Ganis listening and, feeling it was expected of him;
interrupted Jun occasionally with meaningless questions about this
particular plant or that particular ninja technique. The main
walkway ended by circling around an ornate fountain; Jun and
Mal'Ganis sat in front of it, and he felt it was his turn to
speak.
"...I am afraid I don't really have much to say as
regards my 'early' years. I am nearly seventeen thousand human years
old now, and as far as I know I am a magically created being. Demons
cannot procreate with each other, as you mortals can... only through
infusions of magical energy, based on some sort of 'template.' The
Nathrezim were, I am told; once a mortal race, but were eventually
entirely consumed with vampirism. Their High Mages, millenia ago,
discovered immortality... and from that time since we have been much
as we are."
Jun shook her head. "That's... I don't know. It
sounds horrible, coming from that... I thought all demons were like
our oni... malevolent spirits from another
world."
Mal'Ganis gave an eerie smirk, and Jun looked away.
"And where do these 'oni' come from? I know in many religions there
are demons to serve as the counterpart to angels, but they aren't
those sort of demons. Sargeras, one of the greatest, was once an
immortal Titan, who was corrupted. The Eredar, of whom Archimonde is
a member, are 'true' demons-- they are immortal extraplanar
entities, and they say they have always been that way. The Nathrezim
may even be that way too... but none of us can remember aside from
the legends."
"I notice you saying 'them' a lot, Mal'Ganis,"
she pointed out. "Aren't you still a demon?"
The Dreadlord
laughed mirthlessly. "Ah ha... yes, I will forever be a demon. I
cannot change what I am. No... I am simply not part of the Burning
Legion."
"Why not?"
"They wish to kill
me."
"Why?"
"Because the man who killed me before
couldn't do it right."
She stared. "You're...
dead?"
Mal'Ganis shrugged. "I got better. I was reanimated,
yes. Fortunately as a demon I had the power to restore my old form,
and I found an ally who helped me tap back into the Twisting
Nether." He glanced sidelong at Jun. "I would say I look fairly good
for a product of death and subsequent necromancy. Wouldn't you
agree?"
The ninja laughed politely. "Yes, I would have to say
so."
Mal'Ganis looked away for a moment, and Jun; assuming it
to be from remonstrance; put her hand on his shoulder.
I
had not intended on telling her so much. Could it be... no. She is
merely a means to an end.
...but if so... why do I keep
telling myself that?
The Dreadlord gently removed her
hand and stood, for a second keeping his back to her. "Lady Jun...
as it is tradition, I brought something for you."
Her face
immediately began to redden. "N-no, Mal'Ganis, that's not really
neces--"
Mal'Ganis removed the emerald pendant from the first
inner fold of his robe and turned, and in one smooth, rapid motion,
placed it around her neck.
"Mal'Ganis, I-- wow! Is this
really--?"
He nodded. "A shikon emerald. It's also a
charm... if I'm correct, it possesses some resistance to elemental
magic."
"It's..." she missed a breath. "...beautiful. I've...
I've never gotten anything like this...."
Mal'Ganis noticed
her hands trembling-- ever so slightly, but it was there-- as she
held up the pendant to get a better look at it. Thus distracted,
Mal'Ganis gave an ever slighter twitch of his index finger, pointing
toward Jun's forehead. It was a minor effect, normally almost
unnoticeable; even to such a skilled woman as Jun; and certainly not
while her mind and heart were wrapped around that sparkling green
rock.
...well... compared to other psychic attacks,
minor. I am curious to see how Jun reacts to the Charm power now...
or what she's willing to do, now that any emotion toward me, good or
ill; is greatly amplified. Heh....
Mal'Ganis the
Desecrater offered Jun his hand. "Where to next, my
dear?"
---
There's only one thing to say.
Thanks for being a sport about this, Kyo. Your show now.
"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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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Again,
wandering in yet another strange place...Testament was really
starting to get tired of this; as soon as the little speech was
finished, he wandered off, heading into a lightly forested area.
Spotting a mossy log, he strides over to it wearily, sitting down to
think.
Test after Test after TEST...is this the reason we
were brought here? Is this the reason Daisetsu and his accomplices
abducted us to serve their ends? Useless! But then...who am I to
judge? Daisetsu is acting to protect countless people; I've taken
countless lives, for far worse reasons than that. From what I have
seen of Daisetsu far, he seems to be a noble man, deditcated to
helping his people. I saw the look on his face when he mentioned the
prize for the winner..."godhood". That look in his eye...it was
fear. Why was he so afraid?
Suddenly, at that moment, a
vision floats before Testament's mind's eye. A vision...of Shang
Tsung, laughing as humans all over this world scream, their souls
sucked from them, their bodies crumbling to dust. Testament's face
twitches for a moment...
Why do YOU care? You, who would
have unleashed Justice on the world to purge the human race? You,
who still has that urge to kill screaming within you?! In the Arena
back there...you spilled the blood of seven men, ended their lives
forever. You killed seven fathers' sons...
Another vision
appears before Testament...this time, he sees visions of Dizzy and
Kliff Undersn screaming, crumbling to dust. Testament's head jerks,
as though he had been physically struck...
Yes...I did
kill in the Arena. But those were evil men, murderous beasts with
only the lust for bloodshed in their hearts. Creatures who would
have gone on to cause only more suffering in the future. And yes...I
did attempt to bring about the end of all humanity. But I regret
what I did; I live on with the visions of those bloodstains on my
hands. Creatures like Tsung...creatures like I-No...don't. They only
seek to gratify their own selfish lusts, again and again, regardless
of how much pain they cause!
Testament's eyes seem to
shine with a black fury...he rises slowly to his feet.
"Such
foul monsters cannot be allowed to live...I will paint the very
earth with their LIFEBLOOD!"
(Testament is now available for
interaction. He'll be wandering around, trying to find the most evil
ones amongst the contenders [Shang Tsung and Mal'ganis are good
examples of beings with a high enough level of evil] and damage them
as grievously as possible. If you're not that evil, he'll likely
ignore you or try to keep any exchange as brief as possible; if
forced to fight, he'll try to keep it brief, inflicting only enough
damage to keep you off his back long enough for him to leave and
continue his search.)
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The Silver Ogre
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Act III – The Maiden and the Memory –
II
“Whoa, cool…ninjas!” Jason Soe whipped his trusty
camera out of his bag and snapped a picture of a cool-looking
black-haired man who concealed his lower face with a cloth mask.
“The Prof will get a kick out of these.” Turning to another ninja –
this time a buxom, beautiful teenage ninja, he took another picture.
And another. “Yeah, some shots I just have to preserve for posterity
and all…”
“Riiiiight,” Vader sighed, in his doglike way. “And
I’m not looking for a hydrant.” The dog shook his head idly as he
continued to walk along the street beside Jason. The whole place was
surreal, like they’d just taken a trip to Japan, except there
weren’t any videogames or anime in sight.
“Well, I guess I
can get an o-bento box lunch handmade by a ninja girl, but I’m outa
luck on trying to find a copy of ‘Generation of Chaos III’.” He
reached behind his head with his arms, leaning back in a
half-stretch. Really, this was a pretty good place to wind up, the
destinations being involuntary and all. Compared to some of the wild
rides he got pulled into, it hadn’t been all that bad so far.
Well…maybe the dojo thing…but he figured he’d walked into that one.
Mental note: next time you see people fleeing a half-destroyed
building, run the direction they’re running.
His sneaker-clad
feet clomped over the iron planks – he was now crossing a large
bridge, connecting two rather close islands. It almost looked just
as if it were a bridge over a river. He took hold of his camera
again, panning out with the zoom lens.
“Wow, get a load of
this scenery…cool stuff, definitely. Maybe I can sell it to National
Geographic when I get home and become famous or something.” Jason
leaned over the railing of the bridge, lining up the perfect shot of
a Mithrik’en skyline – pagoda roofs, blossoming cherry trees, and
all. “Aaaaaaaaaand there!” Pressing down the shutter button, he
immortalized a split-second of time on film forever, to recall his
adventures.
As he put his camera down, leaving it to dangle
on the strap around his neck, he noticed a man close to him standing
on the railing, looking out at the myriad of close islands with
their uniquely Japanese style. The man turned slightly in his
direction, and Jason saw a look of peaceful meditation upon his
face. He approached the silver-haired man, waving his hand in
deference.
“Nice scenery, huh?” He leaned on the railing in
the opposite direction, glancing sideways at the man’s face. Was he
a native? Probably not…by now, Jason had been to enough
‘tournaments’ to have a pretty good guess when he was talking to a
participant or a native.
“Yes, I’m enjoying it quite a bit.
It reminds me of where I grew up.” Jason noticed the sheathed katana
stuck in his belt.
“You grew up in
Japan?”
“No…Limberry. I was the Marquis there. We had many
immigrants from the Far East in our country, and our architecture
and lifestyle often reflected that. We had bridges like these,
though none so wide.”
“Limberry, huh? Sounds…pretty feudal,
man.” Nodding his head and scratching Vader behind the ears, he
continued. “Me, I’m from the good ‘ol U.S. of A. Podunk, to be
exact. And that’s probably a long way from wherever here
is.”
“Yuessovay?” Elmdor furrowed his brow. “Yes…I suppose we
must be from different places. After all, the time before this, I
met many from places I had no knowledge of. Things that would be
considered shocking became almost everyday
occurrence.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Jason groped around in
his duffel bag, eventually coming up with a can of Pepsi. “This is
like…my third time, I think.” He extended his hand to Elmdor, who
only looked at it as if it were a foreign gesture. “Name’s Jason;
Jason Soe.” He popped the top of the can of soda and rushed it to
his lips to catch the roiling foam before any could
spill.
Elmdor gave a curt nod, as Jason lowered his hand.
“Mesdoram Elmdor, formerly Marquis of Limberry. And this is your
third time, you say? I was…unaware that my own circumstance could be
more than an isolated incedent.”
“Yeah, third time – been
there, done that, still waiting for the t-shirt.” He ignored the
Marquis’s puzzled expression and continued. “I’ve seen a lot of
crazy stuff in my life, but I’ve never seen anything as weird as the
stuff that goes down in these things.” He guzzled another swig of
soda, breathing out with a refreshed ‘Ahhhhhh’.
“Say, I’m
curious. If you’d be so kind as to share, what is your style?”
Elmdor gazed at the boy expectantly.
“Uh…non brand-name
clothing? Punk metal?”
“Your jutsu.”
“Oh, you
mean my fighting style,” Jason sighed, glad he’d hung around on
internet message boards enough to be infused with a bare-bones
videogame knowledge of Japanese. “Well…to be honest, I really don’t
have one. Never really was good in a brawl. I’d get schooled by the
bullies if I ever did get in a fight.” He piped up, “I really like
alchemy, though. And if I might blow my own horn, I’m gettin’ pretty
good. You ought to see my AOHellhole.” Before Elmdor even had a
chance to respond, Jason realized his error. “Wait, don’t ask. It’s
kinda complicated to explain.”
“Very curious, very curious
indeed, Jason Soe. You come to a gathering of fighters with your dog
and a few alchemical ingredients and somehow expect to get by…”
Elmdor looked off into the distance, wistfully. “I can’t say that I
agree with your tactics, but they seem to have carried you thus
far.”
“Yeah…guess so.” Jason shoved his left hand into his
pocket, swirling around the soda in the can with his
right.
“What is it that keeps you going? You’re just a boy –
you have a long life ahead of you. Why risk it all on the field of
battle without even a weapon?” Elmdor drew his katana and admired
its fine craftsmanship alongside the boy.
“I’ve got a sword
too…though it was given to me by someone else. I’ve been practicin’,
but I still ain’t that good yet. I suppose it takes a long time to
become a swordmaster.” Jason fished in his duffel for the Rune Sword
that Amethyst had bestowed upon him. “Ah, here it is.”
Elmdor
took the runic longsword in his hands, drawing out enough of the
blade to see the tang. “Hmm…this sword has a magical soul. Certainly
a powerful weapon - if you know how to use it right. Usually, one
sees this kind of soul in powerful broadswords or longswords, of the
ancient variety. Nobody knows how to craft swords like this anymore,
as far as I know.” He remembered the previous question. “And yes, it
takes a good deal of time and a greater deal of effort to become a
swordmaster. But you can, if you put yourself to it. Nobody is born
into this world knowing how to wield a weapon.”
“Well geez,
sorry for not being the legendary Sephiroth, man.” Jason took his
sword and threw it back into the duffel bag, sighing as he took
another swig of Pepsi.
“No apologies necessary. Only a
proposition.” Elmdor smiled, putting the Heaven’s Cloud back into
his belt. “You have a right spirit, Jason. You’re not bound up in
petty disputes, and you see things with a fair eye – that’s more
than can be said of a great many people…perhaps myself included. I
want to see if holding onto that is enough for you. With your
idealism, can you change the world? I helped change the world –
though it was with the swing of a sword.” Running his hands through
his silver hair, he smelled the scent of the sea breeze intermingled
with the fragrance of cherry blossoms. It reminded him of Ukyo
Tachibana, that great samurai he had met in his first ‘tournament’.
“Can you truly survive as you are, Jason Soe? If you can, perhaps
there is hope for the innocent in the world.”
“Yeah, that’d
be pretty cool,” Jason mumbled, his mouth full of donut. “Jason Soe,
the man who changed the world.” He continued to chew. “But man…you
kinda talk a lot.”
“Ah, sorry,” Elmdor chuckled. “it’s just
that, in times like these, I remember so many stories about ‘a
certain man’ and the lessons that anyone could learn from his life.
I suppose I just want to spread the lessons of that man’s life to
those who I think could benefit from hearing them.” He turned away
and, slowly, began to walk toward the other side of the wide bridge.
His silver hair and red cape fluttered in the breeze as flower
petals blew sparsely around him.
Jason stood on the bridge,
in thought, holding a head full of questions and an empty can of
Pepsi.
“Well shit,” Vader finally spoke, “with a face like
that, you look like you just got whooped on
Jeopardy.”
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1 R-Vote to Jason Soe 1
Stimulant-Vote to myself, who will need it in a few hours.
:P
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Grab your asses and run!
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Umm...
Well, I wasn't too sure as what Dorrin's
personality was, so I kinda... made it up along the lines of
anything Dorrin-ish Kyo wrote. ^^;;; If it's wrong, Kyo, I'm sorry.
^^;;;;;;;
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Maya Amano 3:1
Maya
reflected on the battle with the monsters and that man… The woman
named Alma had called him Elmdor. She had known him… and not on
friendly terms. The people there, Mint, Shizumaru and the other two,
the three eyed lady Opera and the dark and brooding man Vincent had
attacked him with all their might. They had used… abilities, magic,
without the need for Persona. And all she had done was shot at him,
not that it did any good.
And for another second in that
moment, Maya felt useless.
She still gripped the handguns
tightly in her palms. She had watched everyone go along their
separate ways to explore the Japanese-looking city. They acted… as
though it was a normal thing for them to experience; like a battle
like that was an experience of their everyday life. Maya could never
understand how those people lived in a world like that. She was
grateful that the demons, angels, and other mythological figures
from her world were gone forever.
Deep within her heart, Maya
wished that everything could go back to normal.
“Lost in
thought, Maya Amano?” a voice asked. Maya turned and faced Dorrin,
leading back against a tree.
“D-D-Dorrin!” Maya gasped. Like
Maya, he hadn’t gone off and explored the city just yet. Instantly,
Maya felt guilt for what had happened in the dojo at Kaintor'en. She
blushed, gave a quick bow, and tried as fast as she could to put her
handguns back into its bag.
“I am so sorry for what happened
to the dojo… We, me, everyone didn’t mean to… um, destroy it,” Maya
said in a quick apology. She was still having trouble putting one of
the handguns in the bag. The fact of Dorrin’s size and the mace he
carried around with him didn’t make her anymore calm. “Oh dear…
imagine the cost it will take to fix that place! Oh… if it collapsed
I wouldn’t know what to do! How would I pay for it? I’m still trying
to get my driver’s license baaaaaaackk!!”
“It’s…” Dorrin
started to say, a bead of sweat trickled from the side of his head
as he gave a small and polite smile, “It is alright, Ms. Amano. It
is not your fault or anyone else’s who was there that Elmdor did
what he did.”
“I guess so but…” Maya breathed a sigh of
relief that Dorrin wasn’t too angry about this, and rummaged through
her back taking out a few small notes, “take this money. Umm… It’s
not much, but maybe it’ll help a little?”
Dorrin shook his
head, “Thank you so much, Ms. Amano, but yen doesn’t have any use in
this world.”
“I guess not…”
“Well, I guess if you’re
looking for forgiveness,” Dorrin said, with an innocent looking
smile on his face, “you could buy me a drink at the local
pub…”
Maya blinked. “...Fine, but only because I feel guilty
about the dojo,” Maya said, and the two headed
off.
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R-Vote to Dorrin (Drinking heals the
soul...)
6 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 2
Abilities
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 03:45
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Heaven or Hell?
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Just
to confirm, yes, I'm FOCUSing.
I'll also engage Parry Stance
right damn now 
Now to decide what to do until Kalten is
free...
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Xenogears - The Valley Where Wind is Born
The FUCK is this place?!
Now,
having throughly appreciated his run through of an avant garde house
in the last city, this proto-fascist feudal era-esque land was most
a disconvinience to Kyo Kusanagi.
Now I'm pissed again! ... Bruce!
Ready
and waiting.
Good. I might not want to
live with the consequences if I'm angry. You wouldn't like me when
I'm angry, guy!
Kyo slowly faded into being as
Bruce Banner took back the helm of his own body. Bruce had intended
to talk to some of the locals to pass the time, and perhaps, find
some enlightenment on the way, but felt a presense coming from a
temple in the east.
Is it Nevada? Is it
home?
No. It can't be...unless
it's...
Bruce ran to the spot. Surely, there couldn't be
gamma radiation here, in a primitive land like this.
These shacks look just like the old
Japanese houses back home. Damn, we got us some
POSEURS.
Mr. Kusanagi, I thought
you would be flattered that your nation's history and culture would
serve as a prototype, especially since these worlds are not even
fathomably linked.
Pops, I think
you're just in the art of kissing ass. That's all. Everything I hear
out of you is positive. Shit, get PISSED for once!
Bruce kept jogging, and the radiation
felt stronger. Coming in front of him were a group of Genin. Upon
inadvertently knocking them down with ease, Bruce remembered his
manners and came back to help pull them to their feet.
"Sorry
about that!" Bruce lent the Genin, three in all, a hand. However,
they had mortified expressions on their faces.
"How did that
man see through our Genjutsu?!" one of them exclaimed.
"An
obvious threat to our ways! Time for shedding discourse and his
blood! Act!" yelled another.
"Die, devil!" shouted the final
Genin.
Invisible to the normal human eye, the Genin began to
rush down on Bruce; he sidestepped, and they fell. They quickly
picked themselves up and began to burst; that is, they seperated
into three individual fighters. One slid, with the intent of
knocking down Bruce's knee; another jumped, with the intent of
kicking Bruce in the face; the final one leapt, above the slider,
below the jumper, and planned on rolling behind Bruce and snapping
his neck.
It was not the best strategy.
Bruce
wavedashed and quickly found himself a good three feet behind his
previous position, and rendered the three independently designed
strategies obsolete. Using his yoga skills, Banner quickly geared up
a massive yoga flame, engulfing the three ninja.
They
appeared, to the outsider, as flaming ghosts of
nothing.
Nice flames, old man! ...
But it still can't beat my shit.
Feeling
embarassed for the weak, stupid Genin, Bruce headed towards the
source of the gamma radiation...
The Palace of the
Ignorant Truth!
***
Geez, I don't need any more
skirmishes like that to hound me down.
Activate!
Immolation!
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
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Folks,
it's becoming more and more clear to me that I should have
sidekicked instead of sponsored. I quite simply don't have enough
time or energy to contribute as much as a Sponsor, and if I got to
the later rounds (which probably won't happen) that would be a big
problem.
So, for this round only, feel free to dump as many
A-votes on me as you like. I'm aiming for Curley's record!...
whatever it is. Somewhere in the hundreds. I doubt I'll get
close.
I'll still show up, of course, but it'll be a whole
lot less stressful on me to know that I can just post when I feel
like it and not worry about votes or really needing to
post.
*yawns* And it'll mean that I won't have to stay up
late or wake up early, like now. *falls asleep*
LET THE FIRST ANNUAL TINGLE BEAT-DOWN
COMMENCE!
*cranks up the volume on the '70s
music*
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The 24 Edit Team Av
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^^Ah,
fuck. At least R-Vote your boys, shit!
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 07:14
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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*OOC*Dammit Bugen!!!*OOC*
Tingle: Ugh, where are
we now?
Dan: Who knows. Hey, where's your
student?
Tingle: I dunno. I thought I saw him run into that
forest.
Wait, he said he wanted to promote
Shotopimps...Could he be after the One Deal? That kind of power is
too great for him! If he recieves the Deal...he could become like
"him". Like Spankum. Even if I refuse him the Deal, there are other
ways he can achieve it. I can't handle this alone...Dammit, where
the fuck is Joe?!?
Dan: C'mon! We gotta find Joe. If we
don't, your apprentice may be in deep shit!
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-
---Team Southfield
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 3:1 -
Rocks (A tribute)
Ky
wandered slowly through the trees. No-one was around this time.. not
Daisetsu, for a start.. and not Yuri, not Tsung, not Testament, not
Shizumaru, not Alma, not the bear, and definitely not Sol. He'd have
heard Sol by now. In fact... he should have heard anything.
A
quiet rustling in the trees was all the notice he got before the
black-clad figures appeared all around him, weapons
drawn.
Aah... Ninja...
Ducking under a swing,
Ky slashed his sword around, cutting a wide swathe through the horde
of black-clad assassins attacking him. A ninja jumped through the
air at him, aiming a flying kick - Ky raised his sword to parry, and
the copy disappeared, the real ninja appearing behind him, foot
planting itself into Ky's neck. The Holy Knight pitched forward into
a roll, coming up with a gut-punch, felling one ninja with the wind
knocked out of him.
A ball of fire flashed past Ky, who
rolled quickly to escape, swinging his legs round to take down
another ninja before springing to his feet. Kunai flew past him, one
embedding itself in his shoulder - ack! - and two ninja
rushed from either side. Ky span, his blade cutting an arc of
lightning around him, knocking them back, as a third came from
behind, kicking him in the small of the back. Pitching forward, Ky
rolled, landing on his back, slashing the Fuuraiken rapidly to block
attacks. Rolling over, he flipped to his feet, rapidly punching
another ninja out of the air.
And then there were others
helping him - kunai and shuriken flying - flames blasting.. and with
a cry of "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!", hundreds of them everywhere,
surrounding him, fighting - And then the battle was over, before
it had really started. Ky still held his sword warily, then jumped
in surprise, as a blonde spiky-haired head dropped down upside-down
infront of him. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Ain't ya gonna thank us?" the kid
said, dropping to the floor to land on all fours. "Uh, um,
thankyou?" Ky stammered, still trying to make head or tail of this.
Nearby, three other ninja stood, two kids - black hair and pink hair
- and an older ninja, squatting on his haunches, head band at a
jaunty angle over one eye. "Yare Yare, Naruto. Don't hassle the man.
We're just here to escort him to the village cause he got dropped in
to the wrong place."
"Sorry, sensei!" The blonde ninja -
Naruto, replied. The dark-haired one was still ignoring them. Ky
coughed.
"Um.. thankyou, I think. You say you are here to
escort me? My name is Ky Kiske, pleased to meet you." Ky smiled a
warm smile. "I'm Kakashi. The sulky guy here is Sasuke, the girl is
Sakura, and you've met Naruto. Naruto, get off the gentleman's
shoulders."
Ky stifled a giggle. At least some of the people
were were friendly, and maybe they could help him find Daisetsu..
"Arigato. Is there some way I can repay you? Dinner,
perhaps?"
In retrospect, Ky would regret that, as the
annoying one, Naruto, pestered him about ramen all the way
back to the village. "Lord.. is this another of your
tests?"
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Sue me. If Kyo will give me a round
blatantly ripped from Naruto, I will blatantly rip the main
characters. Ky is now accompanied by ninja. And they are greater
than pirates. And robots.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase Three (Changes): Dang It, Wayne, It's
ARMOUR!
The gentle sea breeze wafted through the air,
carrying on it the sounds of the city: the vendors selling their
wares, the blacksmiths pounding their hammers upon their anvils, the
general chatter that filled the street as old acquaintances caught
each other's eye and children played their simple games. A seagull
cawed overhead, catching Mint's attention as she smiled at the city.
The architecture of East Heaven combined with the beauty of the
sea... When I get home, I am so going to conquer one of the
coastal lands! I need a place like this all to
myself!
Realizing that she could feel the breeze a little
too well, she looked over her tunic and found several tears in it.
The most prominent one running diagonally from her left shoulder to
her right hip. Whoa. If that had been just a little bit closer, I
wouldn't be standing here right now... Mint frowned at the
thought. That's it. I've been fighting too long in clothing that
provides absolutely no protection whatsoever! I can't cast Valiant
or Nightingale to protect myself from every single blow. I'm going
to find myself some armour.
Her mind made up, she jumped
down from the tree she had climbed to get a better view of the city.
Walking down the street, Mint approached the first person she saw, a
young man with spiky black hair, teal eyes and a tremendous sword on
his back. "Uh, excuse me, would you mind telling me
wh-"
"Where a fine-looking specimen of manhood such as myself
came from? Or why I'm now going to woo you off your feet and into my
bed with but two words from my silken tongue?" the horny young man
declared, flashing his most charming smile.
Mint raised an
eyebrow at the stranger's odd behaviour. "Uhh... no... I was
wondering if you knew where I could find a good armour shop around
here?" And if you could check yourself into the nearest asylum
sometime NOW? she thought, for once stopping herself from
speaking her mind.
"Ahh. Well, the finest armour in town is
made by a fellow named Yoson Shigemitsu. He runs a shop over on the
next island." The strange man then put his arm around Mint's
shoulders. "But honestly, baby, the only protection you really need
can be provided by the great Zaxu himself! I'd be willing to guard
you everywhere: in your shower, in your bedroom, during your wild
orgy-filled sleepovers with your equally attractive
girlfriends..."
"Get your arm off me!" Mint ducked out of
Zaxu's grips and turned to face him, rings drawn at the ready.
"Buddy, you have five seconds to get out of my sight before you go
for a swim!"
"Oh, um, uh, I think that perhaps I should be
going, then..." Zaxu turned to run away, but then paused and turned
back to Mint. "But maybe I should give you my address, in case you
reconsider my generous-"
"FIVE! Black, Super, Dynamite!"
Mint's rings glowed momentarily, but no spell seemed to be
cast.
"Hey, now, that didn't do any-AHHHH!" The words of the
libido-driven warrior were cut off as the ground underneath him
exploded with a tremendous force, launching him high into the air.
Mint giggled as she watched him splash down in the ocean far
away.
"Serves him right! My heart belongs only to my beloved
Shizumaru!" Mint swooned a bit at the thought, before shaking it
off. "No, I'll find him later! My love can wait! Now, Yoson
Shigemitsu..."
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The shop was a little dark, most of
the windows having been partially obscured by the sets of armour
that lined the walls. Behind the counter, Mint could see a forge
through one of doors, but nobody seemed to be attending to it at the
moment. In fact, the entire store seemed to be empty at the moment,
a fact that sorely clashed with Zaxu's assertion that this shop had
the best armour. Not that surprised, though. That man was clearly
off his rocker. This armour does seem to be nice,
however...
She looked through the various styles,
thinking of the pros and cons of each one. "Chain mail... way too
heavy. Yoroi would simply not suit me at all. Valkyrie armour... I'm
afraid I'm a little too, ah, 'small' for those. Hmm, reinforced
vests..."
"Ahh, a fine choice that would be, young lady."
Mint jumped at the voice, which had come from directly behind her.
Turning, she found a wizened old man standing there, fully a head
shorter than her and holding a great block of steel under one arm.
He smiled at her, and cast his eyes upon the item on the wall. "That
vest seems to be made of leather, but it's looks can be deceiving;
hidden within the leather are ridged metal plates which can deflect
several blows from a sword. It's protection isn't as thorough as
other forms of armour, but it is light and comfortable, and affords
a great deal of mobility. In fact, give me a second..."
The
old man walked into one of the back rooms and disappeared for a few
moments, until he finally emerged carrying another vest. This one,
to Mint's surprise, was covered in designs similar to those on her
tunic. "Well, I was looking for one that would fit you best, but
then I found this one. It seemed to match your outfit so well, I
figured that making a few modifications in the name of good fashion
sense wouldn't hurt."
"Umm... thanks, but I was just looking
around, mister... Shigemitsu?" The old man nodded, and Mint
continued, rubbing the back of her head. "Right, yeah, I don't
actually have any of your currency... You see..."
"Oh,
nonsense!" The old man waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "You
don't need to pay for this! You think it was just a coincidence that
you walked into my store, when I just happen to have the correct
type of armour for you, in a style that suits you perfectly? Don't
be silly, my dear; it's fate! You were meant to have this
vest!"
"Really? You mean it?" Mint began to jump around with
glee, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Oh, thank you,
thank you, this is SO COOL, I don't know how I can thank
you..."
"Calm down, young lady, calm down!" The old man
chuckled at the young girl's enthusiasm. "I'll settle for knowing
the name of the young lady who's going to be using my
equipment."
"Oh, right! Well, I'm the great-Well, I'm Mint!"
Time to be modest, no need to ruin a gift this cool! The
red-haired princess bowed to the blacksmith, who returned it in
kind.
"My name is Yoson Shigemitsu. A pleasure to meet you,
Mint." Shigemitsu placed the vest on the table. "Now, while I'm
working on this vest... I know of a great tailor just a little bit
down the road, and he could replace those torn-up clothes of yours
in a jiffy..."
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Alright, by the time anyone comes
across Mint, she'll have gotten her full array of new clothing. Her
pants and boots remain the same, but her new vest, undershirt, and
gloves all bear a striking resemblance to those of a certain ninja. In Mint's case, however, the
vest has the same style as her old tunic (light blue with white
patterns on it), her undershirt is white with light blue patterns on
the ends of the sleeves, and her gloves are similar in colour to her
boots. Due to the pockets in the vest, she has ditched her backpack,
and the blacksmith was kind enough to modify the vest so she could
attach her rings to the back of it.
And, isn't it interesting
how different realities can work? I mean, who would've thought that
we might run across a native of this city who's looks, demeanour,
and abilities are all similar to those of a certain Zack Ebony? And
even one who has the same name as the one Zack used in Wutai? I
mean, WHAT ARE THE ODDS?   
And finally, I would like to tell you how you, yes,
YOU can garner yourself one of my R-Votes in this round. All you
have to do is attack Mukki in some violent, exceedingly painful
manner, and I'll throw you an R-Vote absolutely free! This offer is
only available for a limited time, but is retroactive! (1 R-Vote
to Shizumaru! Keep up the good work!) This offer is limited to
one per person, and we only have limited quantities, so you MUST ACT
NOW!
Mint - 6 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 2
Abilities Battling Under The Lord
Dorrin
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Grab your asses and run!
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Maya Amano 3:2
“…Do you *hic* know
what…?”
“Umm… No, I don’t know what?”
Maya giggled and
didn’t say anything. Dorrin sighed uneasily, and suddenly wished
that he didn’t come here with Maya. Onlookers at the pub kept giving
side way glances at the Japanese woman from Sumaru, who was drunk
out of her mind.
“Maya,” Dorrin said gently. She giggled and
he continued, “I think that you have had enough…”
Maya hit
her fist on the bar and hid her head in her arms, which were folded
on the table. “But I only… I only had one glass…”
“Still… I
think you’ve had enough…” Dorrin sighed. In all his life, he had
never known a person who could get drunk so easily. Between them
were both of the mugs the alcohol was served in. They were
empty.
“My head *hic* hurts…” Maya groaned in a mumbled
voice, and giggled again, “You’re big.”
“Oh geez… Okay, Maya,
let’s go. C’mon,” Dorrin said, helping Maya to stand and walk out,
with everyone else looking at them strangely.
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Maya
is completely and utterly drunk. Ah… poor Maya-neesan, that’s what
happens when you have zero tolerance for alcohol… ^^;;; Umm… if you
are to use her in your posts, make sure that she acts, well,
drunk.
…I think I’ll leave her like this for the rest of the
round. >=]
Also, I may not be back in time for this round
to finish. X_x;; But… I’ll try to be back before Round 3 is over.
^^;;;
6 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 2
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 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: Final Fantasy VIII - The Extreme
The Palace of the
Ignorant Truth was a curious piece of architecture obviously out of
its element. This was a building made of concrete, shaped like a
cube, possibly inspired by the type of architecture one would expect
from post-war pessimism and necessity.
This concrete is
necessary to conceal the radiation.
The Palace of the
Ignorant Truth was built underground, the entrance as humble as an
unassuming well in a square patch of unused, and unquestioned, land.
This well had gone long dry, so no one bothered to give it a second
glance.
However, it was charitably made ornate with charms
and blessings to help ward off what evil spirits lay
near.
It's down here. It might be a subtle place to
conduct experiments.
Bruce noticed there was no
invitation, in the form of a ladder, steps fashioned out of extended
bricks, or even a bucket, to enter.
You gonna jump?
Yeah. Nothing's wrong
with that.
The well was, around the nature of, forty feet
deep. Bruce landed with the bounce of a kitten, and utterly
unscathed.
DAAAAMMMMNNN!!!
In front of Bruce
now, was a cave, which was now alternatively inviting to guests, as
it was lit with the torches which lined the dirt walls. Progressing
forward, Bruce Banner reached a large entrance; a door of incredible
glamor and ornate with encrusted jewels, diamonds, and rocks of that
breathren.
Ho-lee shit, jack that ice!
Jack that mother fuckin' ice
Bruce!
...fine.
Bruce reluctantly jabbed
his fingernails into some of the jewels encrusted in the door. These
were fine specimens indeed; he put them in his pocket, much to the
delight of Gray Hulk.
How does he
get in? There's no handle.
Watch and learn,
Kyo.
With the enormous strength of the Hulks flowing in
his blood, Bruce rocket punched the door, rendering its lavish value
only a memory, important only to insurance agents.
See,
had Hulk done that, this little cave might've caved in. Well, then
he'd've leaped all the way to the surface. He's a pretty strong guy,
as you can imagine.
Yeah, yeah, I got
you. Ladies and gentlemen, is this a Hulk cockrider, or what? A Hulk
cockrider, right there!
Typical Kyo.
Bruce
examined the room beyond the door; it was very dark, clean,
seemingly without any decoration or furniture save a table and two
chairs on opposing sides of the table. A lightbulp illuminated the
sole pieces of furniture. But, in the spotlight, in the center of
this plain table...Bruce examined this spotlight; there was a ring,
with a silver jewel.
Silver...?
Bruce sat down
in a chair to further inspect this ring; at that moment, a person
materialized in the chair opposite him. It was a man, in a black
suit and tie, with a stylish, definitive moustache.
"SHIT!"
"Ignorance is truth. You will be quite satisfied with the
world -we- create." The mystery man disappeared, and the lightbulb
flickered off; another spotlight, however, revealed a set of stairs
just ahead of Bruce.
The fuck this
prick think he is?!
Bruce ascended the stairs, as
confused as the others in his head. This room was unlike the last;
this resembled an office building from home, but devoid of life.
Strewn on the floor were rolling chairs, cubicles, and scattered
papers. The same man from before appeared at the very end of a
hallway fashioned out of the walls of cubicles.
"Come!"
Bruce had little patience left. But he
strolled along the confusing scene, marching to the mystery man's
tune. Just as he reached the man, he felt a knife make contact with
his neck.
"It is okay to die for the ideals of the Party!
The individual can only do so little, but to benefit the whole!" The
man went on, with great enthusiasm. Bruce grabbed the knife by its
small blade, and pocketed it. The wound left on his hand quickly
healed; another benefit of the Hulk's.
"What the hell do you
want?!" Bruce demanded. The man dematerialized again, leaving behind
another ring, laden with a jewel. ...it's purple?
This guy...if it were me out there, his head would
decorate my fucking pocket.
The man had, from the
entrance of this minature hall of cubicles, obscured another set of
stairs. With him gone, Bruce could see it.
This is the
only way I'm getting answers.
Bruce scaled them, and
found at the end of the last step, a field of flowers which
stretched forth limitlessly, and in the backdrop, were beautiful
snow-capped mountains, and a blissfully clear blue
sky.
I'm outside?
The man, yet again, appeared,
standing above a bed of sunflowers.
"Know that the world -we-
perceive to be true is the true world!"
"Shut the hell up!
What are you?!" Bruce screamed. The giant figure of a third ring, an
explosive red-tinged stone, was burned into Bruce's
retinas.
ARGH!!! HULK IS
MAD!!!
Bruce closed his eyes; once he opened them,
the third ring was in the palm of his hand. He pocketed it and
examined the room around him; the throne room of the Palace of the
Ignorant Truth. Lined on the walls were glorious banners, and red
carpetry adorned the floors. The ceiling was seemingly limitless in
its reach, and could scratch the heavens. The man appeared, once
more, sitting on the sole throne.
"Know the truth; the world
you know, the world you indulge in, is the world in your mind! Those
who choose to create a world to share with others whose hearts are
seperate must have a burning ambition! If we have ambition...if we
have our minds...the world is not ours for the taking; it is ours
for the making!"
"ENOUGH! Your nonsensical rhetoric is
driving me mad!" Bruce indignantly spat.
"You say...that you
did not craft this world, out of your own fancy? You only lie to
yourself."
"You sound like a pretentious twit! Where is the
gamma radiation?!"
"Gamma...radiation?" The man with the
moustache chuckled. "There is no gamma radiation here; these
barbarians know nothing of the sort. No, the only gamma radiation
here, is your rotting carcass!"
"Spare me the underhanded
insults!" Bruce began to rush towards the man, looking to beat the
answers he wanted out of him.
"Halt! ... These rings have
always glowed with the energy of the subconscious mind. You, with
your multiple minds, have the right to use them to your own
designs." The man in the moustache threw down a final ring, at
Bruce's feet. Bruce picked it up.
"...a pearl." Bruce took
the other three rings and realized that they were glowing green.
"...radiation."
"Yes, yes. This is the Palace of the Ignorant
Truth. The ignorant truth being that the world is what the mind
fashions it to be. ... And what do you claim as the world, Bruce
Banner?!" With the rings in his hands, Banner looked behind him; a
door. "Ah, yes. Take that door...your job still awaits
you."
"...fuck you." Bruce left, saying nothing
more.
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s p i r i t e d . . .
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Without warning, Storm was in yet another new place. She
glanced around, but chose not to listen to what the The four Lords
had to say. She had had anough of this. The constant teleporting
from place to place. The strange people she didn't know, and didn't
want to know either. Instead, she simply turned away from the group,
randomly picked a destination in the distance, and began to
walk.
As she walked, she tried to clear her head, and
re-organise her priorities. She didn't care about this stupid
tournament. She didn't care about becoming a god. She didn't care if
she had the potential. All she wanted was to go home, and be
reunited with her loved ones. Her friends. her family. The
X-Men.
I just need to find a way out of here. Then
everything will be okay. I just need to get home...
She
stopped halfway while crossing one of the bridges that connected two
of the small islands, and leaned backwards on the railing. She
brushed her hand through her flowing white hair, and smiled as she
felt the cool breeze gently brush her face. She turned around and
gazed down into the water. She ripples in the water had a soothing,
calming effect. She drifted away, content in watching the water, and
the wildlife beneath it. This was the only place she had been taken
to so far, where she felt she was at one with nature, once again.
Storm blinked, then stood straight up, brushing one hand
through her hair again.
"That's it. The Lords, they can get
me back."
She smiled when she realised that soon, this could
all be over. She pulled at the toga-like outfit she was wearing,
tightening it around her body, then set off to try and find one of
the Lords.
When she got back to the place where she, and the
others, had all appeared in this land, she found that most of them
had left. But luckily, one of the Lords remained. He was sitting,
actually, more like lounging on a nearby rock. Storm approached him
and spoke out loud.
"You are one of the Lords who brought me
here, no?"
"Yes, I am Kalten." he replied.
"Then I
command you to release me from this... this game and let me
return to me home. Immediately!"
The man simply stared at her
then began to smile. Storm stood firm, locking her gaze unto his.
Awaiting an answer.
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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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 08:46
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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*sits
down with a bowl of Souls* Ahmm... soggy fruit-flavored demonically
possessed milk... (*won't make cheese out of it*)
Heh. Bugen,
I think that record's like 120 or thereabouts. ^^;
But,
alas, if ye insist... A-vote to Tingle. *snaps his
leotard*
Aaaaand R-vote to Dorrin, while I'm
thinking of it. XD
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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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 09:07
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
behind the mayo
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The
third location that Vice and Mature found themselves in was easily
the most impressive so far. The interconnected islands of Mithrik’en
was by far the most beautiful place the two women had ever seen.
Even Vice had to admit to being impressed, although both she and her
partner were disappointed that the real battle was still yet to
begin.
“Well,” Vice said to her partner, “Where would you
like to go? It looks like Daisetsu is a bit busy with your little
crush. You may have to find something else to do.”
Mature
ignored Vice’s mocking and looked around. The two were standing
outside a large Shinto-style gate at one of the highest-elevated
parts of Mithrik’en, allowing them a good view of the city. The view
was, of course, magnificent. Mature definitely felt that if the time
ever came for her to settle down somewhere she would like it to be
here. As she surveyed the terrain she noticed the large volcanic
island at the city’s heart, and instantly it gave her an
idea.
“Come on,” Mature said, “I know where we’re
going.”
“Where?” Vice asked.
“You see that volcano
over there?”
“Of course. I’m not blind.”
Mature turned
to face her partner and smiled. “Riddle me this, pet. What place is
one guaranteed to find in a volcanic island chain?”
Vice
looked around and shrugged, perturbed by Mature’s vagueness. “I
don’t know,” she said, “Cheap tourist shops?”
“No,” the
blonde smiled. “Hot springs.”
Vice looked at Mature for a
second, then a broad smile spread across her face. “Hot springs,”
she echoed. “Mmm, haven’t visited any of those since…
Kyoto?”
“Sounds about right,” Mature agreed. “Now come on, I
think our tired muscles could stand a little
relief.”
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Vice and Mature are now headed for the
hot springs, where they intend to enjoy some nice, hot, wet, naked
relaxation.
A-Vote to Tingle (sorry to see you
go Bugen. Especially after I got voted out. )
R-Vote to
Daisetsu
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 09:44
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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In the
middle of the forest, high among the treetops, two shadows rustle
into the darkness. They jump from tree to tree, barely being
noticed. The leaves barely sway as they continue their path of
stealth. They leap with incredible grace, and no sound is made as
they quickly shift positions constantly. The 2 figures reveal
themselves to be ninjas at the pale moonlight. They are cloaked in
black, and their eyes are barely visible as they pass
by.
"Have you spotted the target yet?", one ninja asked as
they kept running.
"Yes, he seems to be located near the east
coast of the island", the other ninja replied without looking at
him. "He is said to be a hefty target. Now that there are less
competitors, we should be able to get away with more money than
usual."
"Isn't the current target a dangerous warrior? I
heard he was in a pretty bad shape after the last round
ended."
"Yes, that is why we will eliminate him first. He
will pose no threat to us in his current status. Now...do
it."
The two kept running, but quickly stopped at the sound
of a high pitched scream.
"What the hell was
that?"
"Stay sharp!", the other ninja said as he quickly took
out his katana. "The enemy is near..."
"What?!"
They
continued to look around in the pitch darkness, but still nothing
could be heard. Still, shortly after, low pitched laughs began to
boom through the void. The two ninjas rapidly turned from side to
side...finding nothing. They were getting a bit nervous.
"Damn it...Who is making those weird chants?"
"It
seems as if we were in the middle of Hell. All those tormented
moans...It is not natural."
Then, the moans and laughs began
to increase in intensity and frecuency. The 2 ninjas now began to
slightly shake.
"I don't believe this! I can feel the dead
among us!"
"Hey, now don't..."
But the conversation
was cut short as a shiny slash mark flashed in front of their eyes.
When one of the ninjas came to...he found his partner still
standing...with no head.
!!!!
Moments later, the body
fell to the ground, and his partner's head fell in his arms.
"Ah!"
That was the last sight he saw. Now a dark,
black sword was seen running through his stomach from behind. He
felt a sudden pain in his back...and then nothing....
A dark
figure appeared behind him as he fell to the ground next to his dead
partner. His evil smile was the only feature that shined in the vast
darkness.
"They thought I was out of the game...but now...I
hold all the cards! Beware...foolish ones...death has came for
you!"
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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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 09:45
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Jellomancer
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Eh
heh... It's a good post, tenk, but Amethyst gave Jason the Rune
Sword longsword, not the Comet Blade. The Comet Blade's a unique
sidequest weapon, and of too much historical and legendary value to
Gen for Amethyst to give it away.
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Setsuna walks down the path, mowing down bushes and
tress with a swift swipe of his Blade of 80 Days. The vegetation
that he mows down withers and dries up as he continues to walk down
the forest. He seems determined to rough anyone who crosses his
path. But he knows that even though he is fully recovered and is now
ready to engage in full combat, competition will definetly be more
stiff.
Suddenly, Setsuna stops and scans the area. He
notices a presence among him.
"Who is the one that crosses
my path of destruction?"
He notices a quiet shuffling in the
leaves about 10 feet to his right. Setsuna sharply turns around, and
narrows his sight. Then he vanishes into the shadows, as the figure
approaches. It appears to be some kind of warrior dressed in light
armor, and with a map in his hand. He appears to have lost his way
as he keeps looking around to no avail.
"Crap! I thought I
would find my way out of here to get to the next fighting point! But
I think I took the wrong road back there and...huh?"
The
warrior know as Adol Christian saw several dead plants near his
feet. Considering the vast green vegetation around him, seeing dead
life next to him seemed odd...and a bad omen. Adol took out his
sword, and was ready to defend himself.
"Show yourself,
fiend! I will strike you down in the name of justice!"
A
sinister laugh echoed through the night. Some birds on the trees
hastily flew away.
"You think you can get away with your
miserable life? It's pointless to even do so! Your existence ends
here!"
And with that, Setsuna emerges from the shadows,
taking out his sword. Adol was ready for combat. They both walked
around in circles, but never lost sight of one another. After a few
minutes, Adol finally decided to attack with a lunging sword attack.
He slashed several times, making the leaves around him fall down as
he kept mowing at Setsuna. Setsuna blocked several slashes, and then
rolled away. Adol backstepped and continued, but this time he was
received with a sword parry by Setsuna, who now began his attack. He
began to deliver solid, yet precise slashes at Adol, who had to
block properly or risk being shoved off. Adol found himself back
against a tree, and ducked a crushing slash by Setsuna that promptly
slashed the tree down.
Adol charged Setsuna into his
midsection, which stunned the dark warrior for a bit. Then Adol
aimed for his chest as he swiped his sword, but Setsuna grabbed his
arm. Kick to the ribs by Adol, but Setsuna wouldn't let go. Headbutt
by Adol...still nothing. Then Adol felt an electric surge coming
from his hand, and shouted in pain as the tingling sensation climbed
up his arm, and soon racked his whole body. Setsuna smiled, and
finally finished him off by giving a slash that sent Adol crashing
through a tree, and falling somewhere around the bushes. Several
electric sparks followed the path of the dark blade, as Setsuna
smiled.
"The first blood...has been drawn...It's your loss,
weakling!"
Setsuna sheated his sword, and kept
walking.
"Zanuff...this time...we will finish
it...."
--- 1 A-Vote to Adol IMMOLATION
activated
Shit...it's sooo hard to vote now that everyone is
a constant user. Cool! 
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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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 10:26
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Heh.
Through random chance, I've ended up with 1 A-vote... I'm sure I can
find someone, and if I can't, there's always
lords...
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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