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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-24-2003 , 04:59 PM

K' -- KOF

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

I'm deciding to cast 1 A-Vote to Lord Daisetsu. Lord Dorrin already took enough of a beating last round and Lord Jun is low on sponsors (What is it? 2 or so sponsors left?). And since I'm under Lord Kalten, I'm just leaving him alone

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:03 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

”This…this is too much…”

Rydia stood on top of one of the churches of the village of Soulis’en, surveying the carnage and outright cruelty that people can cause each other.

”But…I won’t give up…I can’t give up on the dream of peace…”

”Whatever.”

”What…!” She thought that voice was a dream. That dark, evil voice that she heard before that talk with Daisetsu earlier was now talking to her, and now both sides of her head were hurting more than ever. ”What are you?”

”I am what all mortals want to be. I am what all senseless creatures are. I am what you were bred to become. Pure evil.”

”I am not evil. Get out of my head!” Rydia was forced to knell down on the ground as the unwelcome force in her head began to increase it’s hold on her.

”You are. You have trained to slay for most of your life without remorse or fear, and have done it proudly. I’d say that makes for a good starting point for an evil lifestyle, wouldn’t you say?

”...”

”Good. Unlike most mortals I know, you can be reasoned with.”

”…But I know now that I did that for the dream of peace. I never want other kids to go through the pain that I went through.” Laughter echoed inside Rydia’s head.

”Worthless human. Well in the end, it doesn’t matter. One way or the other you WILL be consumed by the chaos…”

Slowly the immense thumping that pounded Rydia’s head ceased as she picked herself up from the roof. As she was trying to figure out just what that force was, she spotted a knight fighting legions of soldiers with two different swords, one of which happened to be Sol’s Fireseal.

”I’ll show you…I’ll prove to you that faith exists…that hope exists” Rydia thought as she jumped off the church and floated in the air towards the knight, launching a Thundara spell at the soldiers that surrounded him. “Need some help?”

“Yes, some assistance would be appreciated, miss…”

“Rydia. And you?”

“Ky Kiske.”


Baka, Rydia's gonna help out Ky for the day, if you don't mind.


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


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

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

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

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Baka Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:12 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Shinkuu - ok - I have a 1-on-1 duel coming up in a bit, but we've worked out how to fit you into it. Otherwise, no problems.


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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Psycho Power J Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:12 PM

Still nothing here to see

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

That reminds me, I'm reserving some votes in case I don't get to post later. They are going to take effect by the end of the round unless I edit them.

Reserved Vote Dump:

4 A-votes left

A-vote to any bosses that might pop up this round
A-vote to those with the highest amount of damage other than Jun or those under her.

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:21 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

*nods* I've been voted off. Good.

Folks, I'm sorry that I seemed to not be able to post, then seemingly came back, only to disappear again. This hasn't been a good week, and something had to suffer. I'm just glad that I was voted off, instead of someone else in my place.

That being said, I won't be here the rest of Survivor X, just because I don't have any time for it. I'm sorry that I have to run out, but that's just the way things go. I might show up for the final party, but don't count on seeing me here for everything else.

I'd hand out some R-votes before I shove off, but it seems that I can't R-vote people in this round. Go figure. So perhaps you haven't seen the last of me. *shrugs*

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San_Draco Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:35 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung combats Sol Badguy and meets Ky Kiske...

Shang Tsung shifted his style again, moving into his graceful Crane stance. "One less soul than I am about to have."

He dashed forward, expecting Sol to attack. The swordsman did not disappoint, and Shang Tsung grabbed his arm. "I can tell that you aren't used to wielding this blade. You're far less proficient at it than that... what was it called?"

The sorcerer flung Sol over his shoulder, and paused. "Fireseal? Thunderseal? Something like that."

Sol got back up to his feet. "I don't need it to beat you."

Li Mei's skeleton swooped down, slashing with its halberd. Sol blocked, but the undead attacked again almost instantly. Again Sol blocked ,and again Li Mei attacked. The undead was certainly stronger than before...

Until Sol had enough. He unleashed his Volcanic Viper, slashing up and into the armor of Li Mei. Though it did little permanent damage, the move did knock Li Mei long enough for the swordsman to look around. "Where did that d----- sorcerer go?"

In response, Shang Tsung mockingly waved from the door of a skyscraper. "I'm right here, if you can catch me." He turned, and vanished inside.

The swordsman, not about to let the duel let up that easily, dashed in after the sorcerer. Immediantly as he entered, a soul went flying by, courtesy of Shang Tsung. Sol barely managed to duck, and another soon followed.

This time, however, Sol Badguy was prepared. He slid along the ground, activating his power, 'Grand Viper,' to sheath the ground with flames, then uppercutted. The move connected with Shang Tsung's chin, and the sorcerer went flying back. As Sol walked towards him, Shang Tsung looked around.

Weapon, weapon, wea... good enough. The sorcerer leaped up, and grabbed the coat-of-arms hanging on the wall. Without bothering to look, Shang Tsung held the shield behind him, and felt Sol's sword impact it only seconds later. The sorcerer spun around, just in time to block another attack.

Sol snarled slightly. "That will do you no good." He slashed again, and the shield broke cleanly in two. The sorcerer looked at it, then at Sol.

"Well done." He then turned and ran up the stairs, Sol hot on his heels. On the second floor, Sol caught up to the sorcerer, and he swung his sword again. It barely missed Shang Tsung as he ducked, and swept Sol off of his feet. He then promptly began running again.

Third floor... fourth floor... Sol fell behind on the fifth floor, one flight of stairs seperated him from the sorcerer. Then again, those stairs had high, solid stone siderails, which prevented anything from seeing through them. He burst onto the fifth floor...

To see a horde of Naclos warriors charging at him. One of them had a distinct Chinese voice. "Kill him!"

Sol, unfortunately, would be slightly busy...
---

Shang Tsung crept along the seventh floor, the building eerily quiet. The only voice he heard was a slight crying sound. He looked around, and searched through the many, many compartments of the building before he found what he was looking for.

An An'Ven child. Shang Tsung smiled at this. Perfect. Perhaps the Elder Gods really don't mind me after all... He transformed himself into the last thing he remembered, Sol Badguy, and picked up the kid.

His voice was almost oilly, so smooth did it seem. "You're safe with me now, child. Where are your parents?"

The kid seemed quite distraught. "T-the r-roof..."

Shang Tsung smiled again. Perfect. "Let's go see them."

And he went to the very top of the building, where two An'ven still stood. One, a male, was using his bow to snipe at the warriors below. Another, a female, was crying. "My baby..."

"Mama!"

"Baby?"

"MAMA!"

"BABY!"

Shang Tsung cringed at this incredibly sickening display of filial and maternal piety. "Here, I have the child. The Naclos had nearly reached him before I did."

The mother nearly smothered Shang Tsung in a warm embrace. "How can I ever thank you?"

By dying. "By living to raise him well."

She grabbed the baby from Shang Tsung's arms, and ran to the male. "Honey, our baby's safe!" The man nocked another arrow, and nodded.

"Get him to safety. I'm not sure how much longer we can hold out here."

Shang Tsung raised his voice slightly. "I saw a band of An'ven fighting on the sixth floor. They might still be there."

The mother nodded, and ran down the stairs. The father, slightly more confident it seemed, went back to his shooting, after a brief nod to Sol.

The sorcerer smiled, and walked up behind him. "There was one thing I forgot to say, sir."

"And what is that?"

Die. "Die." He stabbed the An'Ven through with his Straight Sword, and the archer collapsed at his feet.

"W... who are... you?"

Shang Tsung laughed. "My name is Sol Badguy. The last thing you will ever see."

It was. Shang Tsung reached forward, and the soul flew into his body. The sorcerer sighed in contentment. Foolish mortals. Souls are for sorcerers.

He turned around, and began heading back to the staircase. However, before he could make it, a voice boomed out. "Halt, mocker of the Most High!"

Sol turned around, and looked. There, on another skyscraper, one floor above Shang Tsung, was Ky Kiske. The sun was eclipsed by his frame, and he jumped. The very floor seemed to shake on his landing, and Sol Badguy looked impressed.

"Well well... Ky Kiske..."

The swordsman held up his finger. "Don't you dare. No one will forgive you after what you just did, and neither will I. Prepare for your just retribution!"
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[OOC]Off to Baka, who now has to fight Sol Badguy, Fireseal and all. [/OOC]

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Luna Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:37 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

Damn, this sucks....well, at least I got rid of those perverted pirates. Though, in the face of this carnage....I'd almost rather be back there dealing with their inane pick-up lines. And considering that one of the things I love about Ern is that he's always been too mature for that crap, well....it's gotta be pretty bad for me to feel this way.

I....

I've never seen anything like this.


Opera swallowed hard as she stared at the chaos engulfing Soulis'en. Even from here, the smoke from the flames irritated her three eyes, and she could feel moisture beginning to fill them. If her hands weren't so dirty, she'd wipe them, but....

Sweet Tria, but all the screams are already starting to sound the same. I can't tell one from the other....male from female....I don't even want to know what's going on in there.

Too bad I don't have a choice about such things.


Her throat tight with apprehension, Opera started her reluctant trudge towards the besieged city, her legs feeling heavier than ever. She really didn't want to go in there, but her circumstances - and ever-so-pesky conscience - didn't give her much of a choice in these matters.

I've seen the dead before....I walked in the ruins of El, and saw what the Sorcery Globe was responsible for....this shouldn't be too bad, right? Right? Opera thought desperately. I can handle this....even if I'm not truly prepared, I'll deal with it and move on. Don't I always? You have to if you want to keep sane. I'm not about to let one more horror turn me into a gibbering wreck. I'm stronger than that.

Feeling a little more confident, she quickened her pace, ignoring the sick sensation of grim anticipation squirming around in her gut, ignoring her racing heart, focusing her mind on the task at hand. As she'd done so many times before. No matter what she saw in there....she'd be ready. She always was.

Well, here goes nothing....

The first thing she saw as she passed the city gates, though, was not a horror. There was smoke, and flames, and even a few bodies scattered around - nausea rose up in her throat at this sight - but her trio of golden eyes chose to focus on a more welcome sight: that of a familiar, and friendly face. It was the man she'd assisted back at the dojo, when that....beast....demon....thing had been attacking.

Good to see he's still all right. At least I'm not alone here. A small bit of relief washed over Opera as she began to make her way towards him.

Wonder if he remembers me....?

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Aaaand, I'll just dump some votes while I'm at it.

1 A-Vote to:

Setsuna
King
The Hulk
Mint
Shang Tsung

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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:37 PM

Superhero Sellout

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

Well, since I have no hope of winning anyway, and dont think i'll be around much for the next two days, just A-Vote Falcon all you want this round.

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The Damned Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:03 PM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

quote:
Originally posted by Just Some Guy
Well, since I have no hope of winning anyway, and dont think i'll be around much for the next two days, just A-Vote Falcon all you want this round.


Very well then:

A-Vote to Captain Falcon.

Sorry to see you go.


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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San_Draco Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:06 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which a catfight ensues...

Li Mei was left without any orders or a clear purpose. So, it did what Shang Tsung's standard order was. "Kill."

However, the street was completely empty. No one, nothing, and certainly no souls. So, the skeleton went searching for something to kill. In standard undead fashion, it went travelling along the rooftops, searching for something, anything, to kill.

And it found her. Green hair, green outfit, whip...

And that soul. If the mummy could have, it would have smiled. The soul was exactly the kind its master wanted. More importantly, the woman was alone for the moment.

So, as Rydia went walking along, not expecting any real trouble, the skeleton leapt on her. Just in time, the summoner ducked down to examine a collapsed warrior. He was dead, she was not. The skeleton managed to land on its feet, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light.

Its lips moved, as though it wanted to say something. But, as nothing came out, it shouldered its halberd, and attacked the woman. She stumbled back, barely managing to avoid the weapon.

Rydia began summoning a monster, but she knew it would be a difficult task, with an undead relentlessly attacking her.
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[OOC]Sorry about this, ShinkuuR, but it's only for the upcoming duel. *nods*[/OOC]

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:07 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

Re: Survivor X - Round 4

quote:
Originally posted by Baka
Shinkuu - ok - I have a 1-on-1 duel coming up in a bit, but we've worked out how to fit you into it. Otherwise, no problems.


Cool. I might be done for the day in about an hour or so, so you can play with her all you want...

Just don't let Shang Tsung get a hold of her, or all hell is gonna break loose.

EDIT: Too late.

EDIT+: Damn, no cookie.


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


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

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

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

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:10 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Only if you'd gotten all three. XD

As it stands, someone has done that already. :S

There are bonuses for 2nd/3rd place; PM me with the info though, and edit it out of your post.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:39 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

(Wow, I'm late. What happens when you go braindead for five hours, and then the boards crash just when you've thought of a post. :P)

Amethyst pushed himself off the wall and walked towards Maya.

"Impressive magical skills. But you don't seem to have been to heavily trained to use them..."

She grinned. "Well, it's mainly my Persona, Maia. Do you..." She stopped as Amethyst whipped one hand up and pointed at the wall she was standing in front of. A flash of purple light and a droning sound that dropped in pitch came from the other side.

"Naclos soldier. He won't be bothering us for..." he grinned. "...some time." The mage beckoned Maya along one of the streets. "Come on, it's hardly safe here."

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...And apparently I'm STILL braindead. Anyway.

A-votes to:
Captain Falcon
Jun
Daisetsu
Kalten
(Everyone else is doing it, and I'm not all that fond of vote burn. *shrug*)

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:47 PM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act IV – The Memory and the Burden – II

The skies above were dark, any sunlight obscured by both the smoke that rose from the flames and the dark clouds, which had only recently let up on their burst of rain. Elmdor descended from a tall rooftop, piercing the heavy air with a battle cry. The cut was swift and clean; through the man’s armor, the sharp point of the Masamune dug in like a fang. Having not even pulled the sword out, he yanked on the handle, causing both sword and corpse to block a brutal salvo of arrows. An arrow lay buried in his own leg, decreasing the explosive power of his attacks. He felt the life slowly ebbing from the wound, but he could do nothing except continue to fight. Even if he had a healing salve, there would be no time to apply it.

“One…more!” Raising the Masamune, Elmdor blocked a long spear’s fierce, whipping strike. The katana shrieked down the shaft of the metal lance, pushing its sharp blade farther off course as the Silver Noble twisted, slashing brutally across the knight’s chest. His face and hair were flecked with blood, and his eyes burned with resolve. Catching several deep breaths, he lashed at an enemy at his side, severing their right arm above the elbow, and eliciting a scream from the Naclos warrior.

As many as come at me shall meet an end, but where am I? Where is Daisetsu?

He ran down an alleyway, but turned around as he heard a group of soldiers charging from the direction he’d just come.

What now?

He reached the end of the alleyway again only to see a soldier’s battered corpse fly like a hurricane-tossed tree, slamming into a wall with incredible force. On the other end of that strike stood the Lord Dorrin, his great mace already swinging again.

“Well met!” Elmdor hollered above the din of battle, rushing in with his own attack. A gangly-looking Naclos fighter sent a sickle on a chain flying toward him. He raised the blade of the Masamune, batting the sickle away. But in a split second, the chain seemed to double up, wrapping around his hand so that he could not release or change his grip on the blade. The soldier’s follow-up kick arched straight into Elmdor’s head, snapping it backward like a tropical tree in the breeze. Elmdor said nothing, refusing to even grunt in acknowledgement of pain. Grabbing the chain with his free hand, he pulled it as hard as he could without compromising his balance, sending the surprised Naclos soldier reeling forward.

Kenki Bakuhatsu Nami Ryu….Double Horizon Stab!” The Masamune’s blade drove down to become almost parallel to the bodies of both fighters. Elmdor gave another sharp pull on the chain – this time, it propelled him forward. The blade’s length sank through the light armor the soldier wore, sating its whole length with blood. With a shout of exertion, Elmdor drew the sword back into the original stance, instantly springing forward to thrust it between the ribs, through the soldier’s heart and lung. The body fell slack, its red life draining away on the ground as it writhed in its last spasms.

“Ho…what have we here?” Dorrin swung his great mace up to rest on his shoulder momentarily.

“My name is Mesdoram Elmdor,” Elmdor replied, almost seeming hurried. “I seek the Lord Daisetsu, and wish to join his offensive on the front lines.” Dorrin remained quiet for a moment, bending down to check the bodies that littered the area.

“Say…you were the one who caused a big mess at the dojo in Kaintor’en, right?” Dorrin spoke half-mindedly, still measuring pulses of fallen soldiers, and raising those in the resistance whose bodies were together enough to be brought back to consciousness.

“It was…” Elmdor thought for a moment. Zalera, but if I were stronger, I wouldn’t have buckled under his pervasive influence. “…yes, it was me.” He waited for the Lord of the White Tiger to rebuke him.

“Well, that arrow in your leg looks pretty nasty. You’re going no such place in that kind of shape.” He stood up and began to walk toward a cracked section of wall, looking back after a few meters to make sure the swordsman was following him. He was not.

“No…just tell me where Daisetsu is,” Elmdor hesitated. “I don’t have time for your patronage.” He was taken aback as the Lord spun around and grabbed his hand like an iron vise. Dorrin gazed into Elmdor’s face, almost overpowering the samurai by intimidation alone.

“I say it not of my own patronage, but for Daisetsu. Do you think a wounded warrior could really help what he’s doing right now?” He pulled Elmdor toward the large wall crack he had previously been approaching, trailing the Ivalician samurai behind him like a mother and child at the market. “Receive healing here, then go on to help Daisetsu. It won’t take that long.” He sighed, as Elmdor seemed to resign himself to whatever he had in store.

“Fine…I shall do that, then.” Dorrin let go of his wrist and stepped into the great, v-shaped hole that pockmarked the otherwise solid-looking wall. As Elmdor entered into it, he saw row upon row of stretchers, lined with the dead and the dying, as well as wounded men and women bearing bows and quivers, parts of their bodies wrapped in sterile linen gauze. “Is this…the resistance?”

“…Yes…I suppose you could call it that.” Dorrin’s voice bore little of its usual guarded optimism as his eyes panned over the entirety of the place. “So many are killed or wounded that even with our healers working constantly, the ranks of this place seem to grow larger and larger.”

Just like any barracks for the wounded, though most aren’t so lucky as to have someone like him on hand to defend their hiding place

“I’m going to make my rounds. You can take it easy for a while, I suppose.” His sentence lingered on, as if it wasn’t finished, but Dorrin said no more. The tall man seemed to slip in amongst the rows of wounded, his calming voice assuring them that they’d be alright, even though some of them wouldn’t. In that moment, he held up his sword in the dim light, looking at the blade, where small droplets of blood still clung. It was the Masamune…but in this situation, would it have been better to have the Murasame, with its healing power? He might be able to save lives, that way…

No…the path of the healer is not the one I took. I believed I could make a difference by fighting. That’s how I saved lives…by taking others. Stopping those that would hurt my people before they were able to hurt them.

Deep in thought, he felt an uncertain nudge on his shoulder. Turning his head, he caught sight of her…and then turned away. He tried to stand up, but now that he had sat down, the pain of the arrow buried deep in the back of his leg had set in. Wincing, he remained where he was, as Alma Beoulve gingerly approached him.

“…Marquis Elmdor…” She controlled the fear in her heart; fear not of him, but of what she knew lay inside of him. His eyes appeared to gaze far off, into a place that lay only within the shadow of memories. Gingerly, she sat down on a stone staircase across from him. Those eyes…they were red, their natural color.

“Tell me…I want to know,” she began, “I want to know how it is you survived.” Clasping her Healing Staff tightly in her sweaty palms, she continued. “It was something like a dream or a vision, where I saw you fighting against my brother and Uncle Cid. He had such a sad look in his eyes as he hit you the last time…” Alma forced herself to recall the visionary memory, the sound of Cid’s Excalibur as it hewed down the body of the Marquis. Elmdor remained silent, his head hanging low, silver bangs framing his timeworn face. Slowly, he lifted his head up to meet Alma’s gaze, strong and yet quivering.

Don’t you fear me, Lady Beoulve? Don’t you fear the monster I am? And yet, here we are, you and I, met on an unlikely battlefield.

“No…you’re right, Beoulve.” Elmdor pressed his hand to his wound, wobbling the broken shaft of the arrow back and forth. “I did die, as surely as you must have seen it. I felt the Excalibur’s sensational breath once, before everything went white.” Alma drew back, a look of puzzlement washed over her face.

“But…how are you here, then?” She blinked, pulling her mantle around her more tightly for protection from the encroaching cold.

“You know all too well the power of the Lucavi, Miss Beoulve – even in death, your soul is no longer your own.” He likewise drew his crimson cape around his chest. His breath was starting to mist in the chilly air. “You are no longer free. You no longer are able to choose even whether you live or die…” His tone despondent, Elmdor took a corner of his sleeve and wiped his forehead, damp from the sweat of battle.

“Marquis…” Alma felt a sense of pity for the man, a feeling she couldn’t explain. Days earlier, this man had tried to awaken within her the Bloody Angel.

No…it wasn’t him. It was Zalera, his sleeping curse. Just like me and Shizumaru…he also…

“I’m no longer Marquis,” Elmdor stated. “That was a title left behind in life, one that my brother Leonid succeeded me in. Call me only Elmdor, for I am no greater than any man, and perhaps much worse.”

“Okay then…Ma…I mean, Elmdor!” Alma’s faced pipped up in a little smile as she nodded her head. Her smile quickly faded to a look of concern as she noticed the broken arrow bolt stuck in Elmdor’s leg. “Aaa, we’ve gotta get that injury of yours fixed!” She stood up and approached him, even still unsure about what to say.

Lord…if you’re there…guide my hands She bent down to examine the wound as the silver-haired man began to speak.

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+ Continued +

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:57 PM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

“Say, did Ramza ever tell you about the time he saved my life?” He gritted his teeth as Alma poked and prodded the bolt. She nodded, replying that word had come to her of it when she was still at Orbonne Monastary. “The heralds do not always tell the full story,” he said. “Words alone can’t describe the situation; a cadet seemingly turned renegade, leading his squad to a place he shouldn’t have been. In the aftermath of that incedent, your oldest brother Dycedarg was furious. But you know…if Ramza hadn’t come, they might have killed—HNNNNNGH!” Elmdor’s eyes went wide as Alma, having braced herself, pulled the arrow from the wound. After a few seconds, his breath returned, and he continued. “What always perplexed me was why. Why would a Hokuten cadet come to the rescue of the Marquis of Limberry, a state half a continent away?”

“That’s just Ramza,” Alma replied. “That’s the way he is. He doesn’t like to kill; doesn’t like death.” She held her hands over his wound, whispering a magical chant. A soft, green light flowed over him, seeming to knit muscle and bone in mere moments. “He would’ve done it for you even if you didn’t like him.”

“Ramza Beoulve…,” Elmdor paused, holding his breath as Alma tightened a bandage over the wound – healed, but still emitting a small amount of blood, “I meant to repay him somehow, but I never got around to it. Or rather, I should say that I was too ‘busy’; too caught up in my noble-born duties to thank him properly. He probably never even got anything from saving my life.”

“That’s okay,” said Alma. “He never expects to be repaid for what he does, save perhaps money-lending.”

“The look in your eye when you speak of Ramza; you’re very fond of him, aren’t you?” At the question, Alma’s face became as bleak as the cityscape itself, and she fell silent.

“I…I always worry about how he’s doing. I don’t even know if he’s alive, right now. So many people who were close to me have been taken away, if Ramza were to go too, I don’t know…” her eyes began to moisten as she sat beside the older man.

“In this world, it is a fact that we lose those we love,” Elmdor began. “Even in life, I did not recognize those few who were so dear to me until I died and left them alone. That is the blessing and the curse of it all – one has something truly great, something truly worth keeping in this world, but they don’t realize the value of what they have until it’s been lost.” He leaned back against a large wooden crate, breathing in the heavy air of the city.

“Alma.” His voice had a new ring to it, more commanding. The young Miss Beoulve turned to look into his face. Truly, he was a handsome man. Even in his late thirties, he had aged much more gracefully than many men she knew. “It’s those things, the things most dear to you, which ‘they’ will wield toward your undoing.” His face was deadly serious, and as she looked down at his rolled-up sleeves, she saw the scars his arms bore. “Perhaps you’ve heard stories about my campaigns during the 50-Year war from Orlandu or your father; how I fought with the fury of an ogre, or how I was a man without fear. Much of it is true, but there is one thing I was afraid of.” He waited for a certain response from Alma, receiving it.

“What was the thing you were afraid of?”

“Simply this – that upon my deathbed, I would come to the realization that I had not truly lived. But that fear was enough; enough for Zalera to worm his way inside me, where he lives even still.” He lifted his hand, pushing aside Alma’s bangs from her forehead. “Harden your heart, Alma Beoulve – but only the outside. Do not let what is inside you control you by being too slack, or too tight…or you will end up in the same sad straits as I have; a man who wishes only for death, but cannot die.”

“To not die…I wish so many times that I could give that gift to everyone,” Alma pondered, looking at her palms, those palms of an ordinary girl who always regretted that she could not do more. “Death is horrible; it takes away the people we love…”

“Alma Beoulve, I have something to request of you.” Elmdor’s whole being looked tired, both mentally and physically, as he felt her arm brush by his. “Zalera…he will likely return, and when he does, I may be overcome and lose control of my body again. And next time, he has enough power in him to make what happened at the dojo look like childrens’ fireworks. I have asked Amethyst to battle Zalera, should that happen, but to you, I want to delegate a responsibility greater still.” Alma felt her stomach turn as she felt the weight of another person about to be added to her shoulders. “Alma, if I am truly consumed…I want you to kill me.”

“I…I can’t do that…” she stuttered, eyes wide. “…no way I could kill you.”

“Please…” his hand slowly rubbed her shoulder, perhaps a memory of a daughter or sister he never had, “one can’t call what I have ‘living’ – it is a sad, lonely existence, a mocking shadow of the life I knew.” He felt a lump forming in his throat; fought to control it. “Be brave, Alma – I know you are. You survived the horror of Riovannes, even while your brother fought me on the rooftop…no…fought Zalera. He called your name, there… You heard the screams, saw them die deaths grislier than mortal men can bestow, and you knew then…in that moment, perhaps, you knew who you were, when fear stripped all false things away. In that way, fear is beneficial; it shows us what we are truly made of.”

“I want to be brave…I want to be brave for Ramza, and Teta…for Shizumaru and Mint, and everyone who depends on me…” A light rain had started to fall in the city, splashing all those who were not under a shelter. But out in the rain, the princess and the ogre continued to converse.

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Over to you, Tenshi. With a pencil between your buttcheeks, you can outwrite this terrible sleep-inducing post. T_T

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:59 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

"Firaga!"

The magical fire spell enveloped the skeleton in an awe inspiring blaze, but as the spell finished she could still see the skeleton's unfazed form though the smoldering ashes.

And it was coming closer.

"What I wouldn't give for a life spell right now..." she said meekly as she tried to retreat from the monster, only to fall on the corpse of a dead soldier. She turned around to see the skeleton standing right on top her, halberd raised to deliver the killing blow.

"You know, I can save you right now. Your meager human life can still have some value if you surrender your will to me."

"I...will never..."

"Oh well. Your loss. Worthless being."

"....Sho?" The seriousness of her situation suddenly hit Rydia as the halberd started its path towards her heart.

"NOOOOO!!!!"

Suddenly a giant force of power came forth from Rydia's body, throwing the undead creature some ten feet away. Her body then started floating in the air surrounded by an aura so bright that everyone in the city was aware of its presence. Her eyes opened and stared at the pathetic creature, her pupils disappearing into nothingness.

"Demon, if you wish to harm this vessel, you will have to go through the King of Dragons first!"



I almost forgot A Votes...
A-Vote to Captain Falcon
A-Vote to Opera
A-Vote to Dorrin

...And I'm done for the day. San_Draco, Baka, have fun!


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


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

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Originally posted by Azrael-sama

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

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Slipstream Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:00 PM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Yuri Hyuga I - Multiple Man

"Would somebody..." Yuri snarled, smashing a clawed fist into a hastily raised shield, "tell me already," he continued, dodging a sword thrust aimed at his stomach, "what the hells we're doing here?"

The armoured soldier drew his sword back again, raising his shield as Yuri's repeating kicks hammered into it, then slashed outwards as the fighter dropped back. The sword lashed across his leg; yelping in pain, Yuri landed on the uninjured leg and crouched low, then used the coiled strength in that leg to throw himself upwards and into the air. The knight, being encumbured by heavy armour and weaponry, wasn't trained against air attacks; he slashed wildly at nothing before the Harmonixer brought a heavy double fist on top of the man's helmet.

Yuri wasn't overly familiar with Christianity, a major religion in the west but not in the countries he had lived in during his years of wandering. China was Buddhist, Confucian and Taoist. Japan followed Zen, Buddhism and Shinto beliefs. Russia was largely Orthodox, an offshoot of the religion of the European mainland, but Yuri had paid little attention to his faith as a child and even less afterwards.

Most of what he knew came from an annoyingly perky little churchgirl, who split her faith between caring for all others no matter their crimes and belting monsters around the head with an oversized bible. And that wasn't much; he'd half expected to go into this battle against religious zealots who wailed out hymns of battle as they smote mightily and burst into cross-shaped explosions of light on death.

That wasn't the case. The knights who stormed through the city were as any other men; they bled, they swore, they died. They choked back tears as their wounds inflicted unending pain upon them, or when a comrade fell with none able to save him. Most of them didn't even know why they were being made to attack this city, why they had to bring their swords down on the people living in peace until forced otherwise. They just took their orders from those in command, did what they had to, killed and were killed because some righteous pillock of a lord forced to.

Just like they were.

The knight staggered back as Yuri landed, blood streaming from underneath his helmet and into his neck; he bellowed like a bull as he seized the sword's hilt with both hands and swung it blindly. There was no focus in the eyes staring through metal slits; Yuri's blow had blinded him. He dropped to the ground as the great blade swung overhead, snatching at the abandoned shield, using it to block a savage blow as the knight heard the movement from below. Throwing the chunk of metal as a distraction as Yuri bolted backwards, it clattered off the knight's chest and dropped misshapen to the ground.

Shaking his head, the Russian waited until the knight's blade had swung past and then grabbed it near the hilt, clamping a metal-lined glove down on the razor steel. His second hand smashed forwards, claws penetrating the chain armour, sharpened points seeking and finding the man's heart. The knight stiffened up, sword clattering from his hand, and Yuri's look was almost regretful as he removed the claws and the soldier crashed to the ground.

"You couldn't find another way?" a voice rumbled from a short distance away. It came from a giant of a man, green skinned, ignoring pretty much every attack coming his way and smashing soldiers together with brute force. The sound of shattering metal was fairly awe-inspiring as the knights dropped to the ground and lay in misshaped heaps.

"You think I had a choice?" Yuri shot back, picking his way across the rubble and dodging incoming arrows as they rained down from buildings gutted by fire. "Some of us can't heal in an instant from wounds, Hulk, or hit someone so fucking hard they land in a different country! Sometimes there's no other way than to take a life!"

The behemoth paused for a moment, eyes flickering as some internal conflict took place, then idly picked a sword out of a knight's hand and bent it into a arc. "My name is Banner. I would prefer it if you called me that." Looking into the distance, Banner drew the bent sword back and hurled it into the distance; moments later there was an almighty crash as the bent steel smashed into an archer's face and knocked him backwards off a low balcony.

"Banner, Hulk, whatever!" The Harmonixer snatched a few rocks from the ground, hurling them into the distance in an attempt to copy the giant's move. They didn't even cross half the distance. "Fact is, we can't all play nicely with these grunts and cower behind invincibility! For us normal people, sometimes it comes down to kill or be killed!"

Banner snorted in disgust as he bent to the earth, ripping a vast chunk of stone from the ground, lifting it in a makeshift shield as he braced it against a building to protect the people cowering inside. "You say that, Yuri, against a blinded opponent who was in no position to attack anyone? He could not see; he couldn't have killed anyone without being able to."

"Sometimes you can hurt people without being in control of yourself, Banner," Yuri snorted, hauling a few shurikens from a coat pocket and throwing them haphazardly at an approaching pair of lancers. The tiny blades were no threat at all to the massively-armoured fighters, but they were enough of a distraction as the Harmonixer charged them. "I reckon you know that too, huh?"

One man went down hard as Yuri slid across the ground and belted his knuckles into his knees, already under stress from the massive weight of his armour. As his partner yelled out and smashed his lance down at the fistfighter, on top of the toppled man and punching his helmet, Yuri rolled out of the way and the heavy blade crunched through the tempered steel breastplate of his fallen comrade.

"Donos... no! I'll kill you for that!" the other lancer snarled, whipping his massive blade in a circle and striking deep grooves in the ground. Yuri couldn't even get close; he tried picking a fallen sword from the ground despite no familiarity with the archaic weapon, and swore as it was batted out of his hands by the spinning polearm. He hurled himself backwards in an attempt to escape, yelped as a building met his back, didn't have the space to dodge aside as spinning death came for him -

- and stopped to clatter harmlessly to the ground as the green giant smashed a fist into the lancer's side; throwing him to the ground, gasping for breath as his armour dented inwards and pressed down on his lungs. Moments later his helmet was flung upwards as Yuri snarled and leapt onto his body, then he removed one of his fighting claws and belted the man in the head with bare knuckles alone. He went out like a light.

"Better?" Yuri asked sardonically, thumbing down at the fallen lancer, blood oozing from his nose but otherwise intact and alive. They'd cleared the area of foot soldiers between them, leaving only archers to sporadically spit death from the skies. Most of the locals were under cover by now; Yuri was good enough to dodge them and they simply bounced off Banner's muscled body.

"A little," the behemoth replied, focusing inwards for a short time and then changing form; much like Yuri himself. A normal-looking man reappeared, craning his neck and adjusting glasses on his nose. "But just because you didn't kill doesn't mean you saved lives, Yuri. To do that means stopping this war, one way or another."

The Harmonixer coughed as he dropped to one knee, gasping for air from his recent efforts. "What the hells are you talking about? We don't have any say in this, any more than these poor bastards did! We get kidnapped by a man with a mission and get told to fight his enemies - if he's got the power of a god or whatever, why can't he fight them himself?"

Banner stared into the distance, moving into cover as the arrow rain still came down. "I don't know, although I have a few theories of my own. What matters at the moment, however, is taking this fight to those in control. Somewhere out there is Daisetsu's enemy, the enemy of all our 'Lords'."

Yuri nodded, seeing the point. Like the Japanese army had started to take control of the continent back home, by striking at the leaders and figureheard and mopping up the resistance armies. True, the Japanese had greater numbers anyway, but the strategy was the main point in China's ongoing defeat. "So, what, you going to do something about it?"

The man shook his head. "Not me. Much as I would wish otherwise, I am needed here. You."

Yuri blinked. "ME?!? Are you totally out of your head? If that idiot with the pet phoenix can't handle the enemy, what the hells am I supposed to be able to do to him?"

Banner's laughter echoed through the city block, half amused and half resigned about the brown-clothed man before him. "You think that I know? I don't. But at the very least, you can find out what's going on. I've seen you take on other forms, kid - I'm sure one of them can get outside the city and get a chance to drop in on our unwelcome guests."

Heh. I think the Jolly Green Giant here's got more faith in me than he should have. But hell, what have I got to lose that isn't at risk already? My life? My sanity? My soul?

"Alright, alrighty, I get the picture," Yuri muttered, rising again from the broken floor. Moments later his cry of pain preceded the familiar flash of light, and the Tornado rose into the air on yellow-feathered wings. Not a moment too soon; more soldiers were closing in on the area, archers taking positions on the walls and aiming both at Yuri's aerial form and the human Banner far below. "You sure you can handle this?" he warbled through a hard beak as he winged into the distance.

The man nodded as he concentrated once more, growing in size, taking on the form once more of the green behemoth as the army approached him and standing like Goliath made real. "Trust me. Go."

Alrighty, Dai - let's see what's going on outside the battleground you people forced us onto.

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Yuri is currently flying over the city in the form of the Tornado Fusion - basically a human-sized bird with wind elemental attacks and slashing claws on its long legs. Feel free to use me in posts, if not he'll be heading for the outskirts of the city.

Hope you don't mind me having Banner take the Hulk's form, Bowling Pin, but your description said the Professor could remain in control. And I figured he's transform in order to protect himself and have the strength to stop a bunch of people without killing them. If you tell me what you want changing, I'll do so.

A-Votes to Kalten, Jun, Dorrin (kicking the Lords in the knackers is popular, isn't it) and Captain Falcon. Sorry to see you go, JSG.


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

You could never understand me.

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:01 PM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Quick vote dump.

A-Vote to Daisetsu
A-Vote to Kalten
A-Vote to Jun (Dammit... Dorrin's getting pummeled. And I don't exactly want those damage points! >< )

A-Vote to Captain Falcon (Aww... ;_; Bye bye, JSG...)

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Kellios Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:10 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Vincent idly noticed the streets in complete disarray, filled with the sounds of explosions everywhere and cries from the dying. Vincent noticed all the sniper archers up the roofs of the buildings, and he plastered himself against one of the city walls, carefully watching the soldiers carefully walk up and down the alley streets. Brushing back strands of hair in his eyes, Vincent gripped the Death Penalty in his hand tightly, and turned to shoot at the two soldiers walking towards him.

Releasing quick shots from the Death Penalty, the soldiers had no idea what hit them, and crumpled to the ground, blood seeming through their uniform and onto the paved street. The shells of the bullets fell to the ground with a clink, and Vincent lowered his right arm and walked over closer to the dead soldiers to confirm where he shot.

Not bad, Valentine. You’re getting the shot you used to have while a member of the Turks.

Looking up into the roofs of the buildings, Vincent quickly scanned and saw no signs of sniper archers. Holstering his gun a moment, Vincent bent at the knees to get a closer look at the corpses, and noticed nothing worth taking from the soldier’s fallen bag that spilled out onto the paved cobble. Standing up, Vincent felt a sense behind him and turned around hastily, bringing his gun arm up to face the head of whoever he faced.

There, the same three-eyed woman eyed Vincent and the gun that was pointed directly at her head when Vincent turned around. The two eyed each other a moment, before Vincent finally lowered his arm and re-holstered the gun.

Not bad. You would have gotten that third eye of hers had you shot.

Quickly looking behind him, Vincent once again saw no notice of the snipers atop the skyscrapers, and Vincent fixed his gaze onto the woman before him.

She was able to defeat Rofacale while you were not. Say anything for strength, Valentine?

Be quiet, Chaos.


The awkward moment seemed to take its time between the blonde woman and Vincent, before he spoke up softly, “...I want to thank you for helping me out with Rofacale.”

Blinking a few times with all three eyes, the woman leaned back on her back leg and smiled at Vincent, nodding, “Hey, no problem. It's not like I could just stand around and watch that thing destroy everyone.”

Vincent looked over he shoulder and saw a flicker. He quickly grabbed the Death Penalty form the holster and used the butt of his gun to steer the woman into the wall where Vincent was hiding before. She quickly followed him, not resisting too much besides the first initial surprise. The two quickly hid behind the corner of an alley way, and Vincent pressed his back against the wall, before turning his head out from the street and back at the blonde woman.

Remind you of anyone, Valentine?

….No.


“Perhaps we should introduce ourselves,” Vincent began with a head nod, “Vincent Valentine.”

“Opera Vectra.”

She extended a hand out to Vincent, who looked down at it a moment, holstered his gun, and shook it loosely before she started again, “Nice to meet you, though I can't help but wish it were under better circumstances.”

Looking back towards the direction of the top of the buildings, Vincent resisted a chuckle and nodded solemnly, “It seems nothing in this place has any good circumstances.”

“Too true. Things just seem to be getting worse and worse.” Opera matched the nod, and suddenly Vincent tensed up and peeked around the corner and up at the buildings, noticing more flickers of heads from the snipers that carefully crawled on the roofs of the buildings.

Let’s see the good shot, Valentine. Impress the woman with the high heels and high cut skirt and low cut shirt. You know she looks like the straight haired version of you know who.

Growling to Chaos, Vincent aimed carefully at the sniper, squinting his eyes to get the best shot that he could, and waited for more than a hairful of sniper to peek over the edge of the roof. Vincent watched the sniper now show his entire face, his crossbow in hand, and Vincent fired before the sniper could.

A momentarily silence followed the shock of the sniper falling from the building, and hitting the ground with more than a bone crunching sound. Vincent whirled out into the open area of the street, his gun pointed at the direction of the building he was just pressed up against, and saw no sniper there. Looking over at the blonde woman’s direction, Vincent nodded his head, and she walked over to him, eyeing his handiwork at the fallen sniper.

“Nice shot. You seem pretty handy with that thing.” Opera smiled at him, and Vincent kept looking at the tops of the buildings.

“It’s been grained into me to fire a gun,” Vincent said off-handedly before turning his attention to the grand gun Opera was using, “Although perhaps on a more smaller scale than yours.”

“Ah, this?” Opera looked down at the Kaleidoscope and smirked, “Well, this baby comes with a lot of special features. Made it myself, actually.”

Impressed, Vincent scanned over the weapon, noting the finely tuned weapon was something pretty sturdy, “It's finely crafted. Professionally done.”

A man of few words, always.

Make me a weapon as fine as that one and I’ll reconsider.


“Thanks.” Opera beamed and patted the Kaleidoscope with her hand lightly, “I've always liked working with machines. Heck, I could customize that thing for you if you're interested....shouldn't be too hard.”

The two of them looked down at the Death Penalty Vincent will still gripping in his hand, and he brought it up, opening his palm. The weapon lay gently in his hand, the detailed engravings on the handle no longer sparkled with the silver it once was, and Vincent noticed a few places on the barrel of the gun were stained with dots of dark brown.

“Get them!” Jerking around to face the oncoming soldier that had turned the streets, Vincent fired two shots into him, and he crashed back, his body hitting the street with more than plenty momentum to crack his skull. Vincent and Opera stood, holding their breath, waiting to see if any more forces would be coming their way.

After the moment, Vincent relaxed his gun arm and turned to face Opera, “Thank you, Miss Opera. Perhaps when the time is slightly less tense...”

Opera waved her hand with a smile, “My pleasure, just be sure to remind me. And you can just call me Opera, Vin....no need for formality.”

Vin? That’s a new one. Can I call you “Val”? Or how about just “Tin?” Maybe “Rin Tin-Tin” will work for you.

Shuttup Chaos.


“Thank you then, Opera. It could use a tune-up, I'm sure...”

Vincent started to step beside Opera, but was interrupted by the sudden look of shock of her face.

“No problem. Whoa, don't move!” Faster than Vincent possibly imagined, opera brought her weapon to just centimeters above Vincent’s head, who managed to duck before the blast fired, a scream calling from the falling sniper that Opera hit. The sudden blast shook the area, and the sniper twitched a few times on the ground before going completely limp.

Sidestepping, and springing back up to the fallen sniper, Vincent glared in the direction of the rooftops, annoyed with himself that he didn’t check the building again, “Snipers…”

“War seems to bring out the worst in people.” Opera sighed and lowered her weapon down, Vincent giving the rooftops another scan before facing Opera again, and she continued, “The cowardly instinct to attack from behind being one of them.”

“Or brings out the true form of a person.” Vincent remarked, darting his eyes between the blonde woman and the street.

Nicely said, Rin Tin-Tin. Maybe you should give a peek into yourself more often. You know, let the ‘demons’ inside of you make an encore. I’m sure this woman would like to know a ‘truer’ side to yourself, do you not think so?

Perhaps if the ‘demons’ inside me were not such heckling forms, I would bring them out more often.

Oh, Rin Tin-Tin, I felt the burn on that one.


“Exactly.” Opera nodded in agreement, eyeing the area alongside Vincent, “You don't seem to really see what a person is till they're put in rough - to put it lightly - situations.”

Nodding, Vincent saw a glimpse of a sniper, and swiftly brought his gun arm to shoot, but missed his target. Vincent growled to himself, opening the chamber of his gun and brought out a new cartridge from his belt and reloaded the Death Penalty. He gave the chamber a spin around before it locked into place, and Vincent cocked the gun in his right hand, holding it with a firm grip.

“Anything that brings out the raw emotion of a person... may not be the prettiest of things to see.” Vincent added, this time looking behind him incase of a sudden ambush from soldiers.

“No, no it isn't. People can do pretty stupid things while emotional.” Opera sighed again, and seemed to sink back into her own thoughts, nearly slapping her forehead with a memory.

She must have a habit of following loved ones blindly.

Who are you to judge?

I receive certain… oh, ‘brain waves’ if you will, and hers is following someone she loves to the ends of what planet she is from. Sound a little familiar?



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Continued....


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

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Baka Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:11 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 4:2 - Soul Dealer / Nothing out of the Ordinary

Sol.. how could you sink so far...

"How could you.. how could you do that?" Anger welled up inside Ky, his heart beating faster. "You killed.. you killed him?" 'Sol' grinned, leering down at the corpse. "Yeah, and I'd do it again. What's your beef, Kiske?"

Ky wasted no more time. Pulling the Fuuraiken from his belt, he powered it up, charging the blade with electricity, then flipped into the air, an arc of lightning scything from his blade. 'Sol' jumped back, flame flashing into existance to block Ky - using the momentum from his lightning blasts, Ky flipped backwards, stretching his legs upwards to just miss the flames licking at him. Bouncing off the wall, Ky aimed a kick at his opponent, connecting and swinging the Fuuraiken round to slice at his legs, but 'Sol' jumped up, then slammed his fist into the ground. The floor erupted in flames, flinging Ky away. He hit the floor at a run, doubling round to attack again - dropping into a sliding kick followed up by a slash upwards with the blade - his opponent jumped out of the way, laughing - laughing! - and unleashing a blast of flame towards Ky.

Staggering back, flames licking at his clothes, Ky frowned. Something was wrong here, but his hatred - his rising passion and his need to stop Sol from doing worse was fogging his memory. Something about a sword... yes, that was right.. Ky's eyes narrowed, as he pulled the Fuuenken from his belt. Sol was too powerful for Ky now - he needed more strength! Flames licked his blade as he crossed the two swords infront of him. "Time to taste some of your own medicine, Sol!" Charging forward, Ky smashed into 'Sol', knocking him backwards. His opponent just raised his sword in time, stopping Ky's blade - and Ky's eyes widened.

Two.. fireseals?

His opponent took full advantage of his moment of confusion, flaring fire into Ky's face, knocking him to the ground. Grinning, 'Sol' twirled his blade and pointed it at Ky's face. "Had enough yet, Kiske?" he grinned, squeezing the handle. Fire shot down the blade, hitting the floor where Ky had been a second ago. Ky launched himself off the ground, elbow smashing into 'Sol's face. Both swords swung around, cutting into his opponent, before another blast of fire sent him reeling back. "SOL!" Ky growled, running forward again - fire met fire, and lightning shot through, slicing into his opponent's shoulder.

Both fireseals grated - Both Fireseals? A feeling of terror shot through Ky, his image of the situation shattering in one blow. "Who... are.. you?" Sol threw his head back, laughing. "Who are you?"

Ky looked up, his eyes burning with rage. "You.." Kick! "..Aren't.." Slash! "...Sol!" Lightning and fire crackled from his blades, smashing into his opponent - who wasn't there anymore.

"Enough is enough. Let's end this, Kiske." - and Ky screamed as something hit him from behind - his body refused to move, and he could feel... something... leave him. Sagging forward suddenly, he span - to see Shang Tsung, laughter plain on his face. "To think, the commander of the Holy Order, taken in by something simple as this? Oh, it will be fun to play with you, Kiske, then take your too-righteous soul." Ky growled. "Shang Tsung.. you demon. I know you now for what you are - and you shall not fool me again!" Tsung laughed once more. "Fool you? I wouldn't dream of it. What I have in mind is far more entertaining..."

With that, Shang Tsung began to change. "With just a taste of ones soul, Ky, I can assume their form." Blonde hair... "I can adopt their fighting style." White cloak.. "I know their drives, their memory, their ambitions." The sword in his hand changed as well, lengthening, changing.

And then there were two Holy Knights in the room, identical to the last detail.

"Ky Kiske... why don't you look through the mirror? What is it like, I wonder - to face yourself?"

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Kellios Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:15 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Trying not to lose control of himself and let Chaos take over again, Vincent began walking into the inner areas of the street, and stopped a moment, turning his head ever so gently behind him to see if Opera was going to follow him or not.

Noticing Vincent’s sudden move and silence, Opera hopped up to Vincent’s side, and the two began walking as she spoke up uneasily, “Something wrong? I hope I'm not being too much of a downer. Last thing we need is to get too depressed here.”

Vincent felt as if he could feel Chaos snort in a chuckle inside of him. Vincent shook his head towards the blonde in reply, “...Nothing is wrong. Just fighting the 'inner self' shall I say.”

Clever.

I am to please, Chaos.


“Ah, I see...” Opera nodded, giving Vincent a reassuring smile patting him cautiously on his right shoulder, “Fought a few battles like that myself. Just hang in there, whatever you're dealing with....I'm sure it'll pass.”

A quick moment flashed by before Opera continued, “We all go through our bad phases, after all.”

For the first time this tournament, Vincent couldn’t hold back a smile.

“Tell me that after thirty years of doing 'fighting.'”

Opera was shocked, and even stopped her pace with Vincent and looked at him, her lips slightly parted in disbelief, and color suddenly rushing to her cheeks, “Thirty....years?”

Opera stepped closer to Vincent now, the same look still on her face, “Er....I hope this won't sound as bad as my mind is screaming at me that it does, but you don't look like you've even been around that long, much less been 'fighting' for that length of time.”

Holding back a chuckle, the smile on Vincent’s face grew a little more, “Judging me already, Miss Opera?”

Vincent noticed the hesitant look on Opera’s face, and the smile on Vincent’s face stayed a moment before disappearing altogether, removing his gaze from Opera’s awe-struck face to the inner city street, “I am only in a second lifetime, and staying this way until the end of time.”

“No, no, not judging! Just....oh boy.” Opera hastily tried to recover herself, but ended up lowering her head slightly, and rubbing her forehead, just above her eye, “I've gone and stuck my foot in my mouth, haven't I? High heels and all. I didn't mean to....look, I was just trying to piece things together here, okay? You look....well....things didn't seem to match up, all right? I'm sorry if I offended you.”

She winced, and wouldn’t look up at Vincent, a terribly flush came over her face. Vincent resisted the second smile of the tournament, and shook his head, “Don't worry, Miss Opera. You are not the first.”

Or the last.

“Eeesh, that doesn't make it any better!” She grimaced, closing her eyes and giving her head a shake. Opera looked back up at Vincent, the rose color creeping back into her cheeks, and she sighed, “Really, sorry about that. I should know better than to try to and assess people based on the outer image....”

Vincent stopped a moment and stepped in front of Opera, raising his left arm up and the clink between metal and arrow met Vincent’s claw. He turned gracefully towards the direction of the sniper, and shot, hitting him squarely in the head. The crossbow left the sniper’s dead fingers and fell to the ground with a clattering noise. Vincent eyed the rest of the rooftops, but nothing else seemed out of place.

“Then I assume you get more than your fair share about your eye.” Vincent commented, looking at Opera at a profile angle.

Opera laughed nervously, trying not to blush to the point her cheeks would be forever plastered in red, “Yeah....I remember when Claude realized that I wasn't from Expel just by looking at me. I was actually surprised, silly as that sounds. Not sure why....”

Nodding, Vincent held up his left hand, flexing the ‘fingers’ of his claw, “As I with this claw of mine.”

Opera studied it a moment before speaking, “I'm tempted to ask where you got that, just out of idle curiosity, but I'll refrain if you're not comfortable talking about it.”

Pausing, Vincent flexed the ‘fingers’ again, before bringing his arm down to his side with a sigh, “…Maybe in another time.”

Nodding in agreement, Opera gave Vincent a comforting look, “All right, no pressure. Like I said, if you don't feel comfortable....that's fine.”

Nodding in thanks, Vincent turned his attention from the three-eyed woman back into the inner streets, carefully marking his way through the city. In the back of his mind, he wondered why Chaos was now silent.

-*-*-*-*

*squipples Luna*

1 A-Vote to:
Dorrin
Daisetsu


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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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:19 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: Chrono Cross - Frozen Flame

The fuck is this shit Bruce?! Gonna let that dude punk you out?!

...in a way, he had a point you know.

Right, right...but if you have ambition, you can do anything. Right, I know, I say it proudly, but shit, sometimes you need to lay down the law.

I can understand him... but I'll start saving people my own way.

Like fighting everyone's battles for everybody?! I don't care how big you are! You're gonna have to keep to yourself sometimes, 'cause that's all you can do!

And you wanted me to knock him out?

Well, he stepped up, and it became our business. That's different.

Okay, okay, whatever. The point is...


Bruce felt a tug at his leg; two orphans, young boys whose homes were destroyed, now merely clinging on to life.

"MISTER, YOU GOTTA GIVE US SOME FOOD!!!" they yelled. Bruce turned his head and looked down.

Shit! ... No food, and we ain't got a dime to our names! The Ebony we have is worthless here!

"Alright kids. Let's go look for some grub, hm?"

***

Dodging every scuffle in between, Bruce carried the kids off to a home that had been abandoned, but still not looted. He found, in its small kitchen, a loaf of bread.

"Hey, kids, you're just in luc-"

They decimated it.

"...cute. But I don't know how safe it is here. You might want to find shel-"

The boys grabbed the knives still on the dinner table, and lunged it in front of Bruce's chest.

"Gi...gi...give us your mone..." The orphans sputtered. A most horrifying event is to see children forced by the cynicism and wrecklessness of others into adulthood.

FUCK! The tykes get help from us and this is what they pay us back with?! I say take them out, NOW!

Bruce grabbed the unused Ebony dollars in his pocket and gave them all to the boys, hoping they'd be satisfied.

"I hope that's enough. ... Can you let me go now?" The kids were preoccupied with their loot, so Bruce let himself out.

That was disgusting! I would've knocked those bitches out!

"Hold it." Bruce stood firmly in front of the doorway; a man stood before him, whom at his feet laid the body of a soldier who was rushed down and was dragged along.

...K'? No, not him...

"Let me through. I sense...children in pain. I recognize this well." Setsuna walked methodically into the abandoned home, and kneeled before the young boys. "What is that...you have in your hands?" He opened his right hand to them, and motioned for them to give up their knives.

"Wh-wh-...who are you?" one asked. Firmly grasping the knives in his hands, he tossed them away.

"You're confused, aren't you? Feeling lost, aren't you? The both of you, young, innocent children..."

Setsuna unsheathed his blade.

"But your souls are still black." He sliced the boys into two with one swipe. "It helps that their constitution was weakened, that it did."

Bruce rushed back in once he heard the sharp ting of Setsuna's sword.

"...THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Banner's hands grabbed Setsuna by the neck, a reflex of his utter rage, but the swordsman parried it with his blade. After kicking Banner across the room, Setsuna gathered the souls of the boys into his body.

"Demon-esque." Setsuna turned back to see Bruce, no longer pinned to the wall. "Hmm." He sidestepped, and saw the Hulk's gigantic green fist move past him in a fashion similar to a speeding bullet train. The Hulk rammed into the support beams of the little house, and planned for it to collapse. Setsuna charged Hulk, his blade now ignited with pure electricity. The Hulk grabbed the sword and pulled on it, bringing Setsuna along with him.

...I don't care if I kill him!

HULK...PISSED!!!


The Hulk wrapped his massive hands around Setsuna, and slammed him against the floor. He then took his large foot and firmly planted it on Setsuna, effectively pinning him to the floor.

Green guy...take your hand and sway it across the roof and the floor. This bitch is gonna eat barbeque.

The Hulk's hands now glew with the Kusanagi flames, and following Kyo's advice, Hulk lit the house on fire.

Now we pin him down and wait...till this fire makes the motherfucker CHOKE.

"...what a childish tactic." Setsuna mustered up all of his energy into lifting the Hulk's foot, and giving him enough leeway to speedily roll out of the burning house. "And I've wasted enough time on you. Don't maintain a false sense of security; demons never let go of what they latch onto!"

In a flash, Setsuna disappeared, and the Hulk merely stood as the home collapsed on itself in flames.

What a disappointment...

A purple music box, hidden in the thatched roof, descended into the Hulk's open hand unexpectedly.

What is this?

Bruce tapped in, and left the flaming ruins (which was, amidst the battle, an ignorable, not totally unexpected scene) with it in his hands. Upon examination, he found that there was no key; he opened it and realized that there was a ring-shaped depression next to the motor.

...I wonder-

Bruce stuck his amethyst ring into it, and the music box began to play a tune...

Cue song: Final Fantasy II - The Rebel Army.

"I recognize this theme," said the Professor, "as The Legend, a piece of classical music." The Professor looked at his large green hands. "Well what do you know..."

Hey, I didn't tap out!

It seems that certain melodies can draw out our personalities. A very interesting discovery. I'll ponder it later, but into our own mind.

The Professor tapped out to Banner, as dumb founded of the discovery as everyone else.

***

"Sol, I certainly hope you didn't mind that little pit stop on my behalf."

"No prob. I mean, fuck. Did you go and eat some childrens again?"

"Yeah, you know me."

"You're... a bad dude."

***

"HIYA!!! JUSTICE SUPERSTAR MAY LEE'S HERE, AND SHE'S GOTTA DEAL FOR ALL...OF...YOU!!! HEE HEE, LET'S PLAY AN A-VOTE GAME!!!" The Korean superstar popped a fried chicken leg into her mouth, and started to devour it post haste. "*smack* THE NEXT TWO POSTERS *chew* WILL GET A-VOTES *smack* UNLESS THEY CAN CORRECTLY ANSWER *chomp* THIS TRIVIA QUESTION!!!"

In which team does May Lee join up in King of Fighters 2001?

"WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! IT'S ABOUT ME! TIME TO GO; I NEED TO LAY THE JUSTICE SMACKDOWN ON THESE BITCHES!!!"

***

A-Vote! Opera!
R-Vot...wait a second, we ain't got none of that shit here.
A-Vote! Setsuna!
A-Vote! Dorrin! [Fry bitch, fry!]


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

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Lantis Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:24 PM

Death roams next door

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

Setsuna slowly got up, his whole body trembling and having a hard time focusing his sight on things around him. His shaking hand could barely grab ahold of his sword, as he got to his feet. Even when he stood up, he found himself hard pressed to keep balance, and he felt an empty feeling in his chest.

"Curse you, Mal'Genis! You may have harnessed my power this time...but just you watch! I'll consume so many souls that next time, you shall find it terribly hard to absorb my powers again!"

Setsuna listened to a noise behind him. A soldier was charging at him with his raging sword, and attempted to swipe at Setsuna, but he grabbed the blade between his index and his thumb.

"So, you incompetent weakling, you attempt to strike me down? Raging idiot! Behold your mortal weakness, weakling!"

Setsuna ran his sword through the soldier's midsection, and then kicked him away, leaving behind a trace of blood. After that, Setsuna ran towards the town square, where the Nacios troops had went. He found that the square had became an all-out battlefield, and many of the surrounding shops had been destroyed, and were now set on fire. On his way there, he found a familiar figure standing in front of a burning shop.

"Oh my! They totally destroyed my Sony shop! Wait a minute...if Nintendo ever heard about this, they would cancel my contract! No more F-Zero on the Gamecube for me! And what if they knew about my X-Box at home? Ooooh boy...."

"Stay out of the way, you incompetent fool! All hell has broken loose, and you just stand there like an imbecile! Take cover, now!"

"Hey, it's my man, Setsuna! The man with the tan! Say, you could be a nice spokesperson for Banana Boat or Coppertone, I bet...."

In that moment, a small earthquake occured. Setsuna watched how a huge tank crossed by the square, squashing benches and trees. It stopped several feet away from the couple. and aimed its' cannon at Falcon and Setsuna. Setsuna opened his eyes wide open.

"What in the...? Hey you! To the ground NOW!"

The tank fired its' turret at the couple, and a huge explosion leveled the building to rubble. After completing the duty, the tank moves away to the combat scene. After a while, the rocks begin to move...and Setsuna emerges from the ruins, with Falcon in tow.

"Curses...this guy could have died easily out there. What a loony! But now...I have other things to worry about...."

Setsuna turns around to face Sol, who is facing an old Chinese wizard with a spooky skeleton.

"Sol...don't die too soon...."

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1 A-Vote to Captain Falcon
1 A-Vote to Amethyst


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.
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Lantis Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:28 PM

Death roams next door

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

Well, my post goes before Bowling Pin's obviously.


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.
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MageusBlack Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:41 PM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

*grumbles* I have to go. Quick vote dump.

A-Vote to The Hulk
A-Vote to Setsuna
A-Vote to Sol Badguy
A-Vote to King


"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."

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Exeter Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:41 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Dragon Attack~
Sol Badguy--Album 4, Track 2

Tearing through yet another soldier, Sol growled, trying desperately to get through so he could finish Tsung.

"You assholes are really trying my patience!" he declared, his longsword spinning in a wide arc.

The stairs across the room beckoned to him once more as another soldier fell to his blade.

He must've killed half of them by now, and still they attacked, their numbers alone hindering him from his goal.

I don't have time for this.

"Dragon Install!"

His entire body convulsed with the eruption of power, and the nearest Naclos troops took a step back.

A single swing sent six flying through the window and to the street below.

The rest scattered immediately.

Yeah, that's more like it, Sol thought with a grin, sprinting toward the stairs.

He came to a stop inches from the first step as the building began to tremble, and an intense light flashed outside.

The hell?

One of the soldiers who'd failed to get out of the way took advantage of Sol's inattention and took a slash at him, only to be elbowed in the side of the head and sent into the wall before he knew what'd happened.

Sol's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the dragon, and reacted the only way he knew how.

"Holy shit."

Wincing as his head began to throb, Sol used the little time he had left to charge through the broken window and to the rooftop of the building across the street.

Kneeling, he let the power fade, and then looked up.

A single swipe of the great dragon's tail sent the skeleton flying.

Unfortunately, the dragon wasn't content to leave it at that. A deep breath, and then there were flames everywhere.

Sol broke into a run, going so fast he almost didn't notice the white haired swordsman Setsuna step out into the street.

"Sol! There you are!"

Oh, goody.

Pointing toward the dragon, Sol yelled, "Follow me if you want to help, kid!"

With a grimace, the man ran after him, unsheathing his blade eagerly.

As he neared the great beast, Sol noticed the girl in green laying in a heap beside it.

"Yo, Rydia? You okay?"

No answer.

"First priority is the girl. Got it, Setsuna?"

The other man smirked slightly. "As you wish."

Stepping forward, Sol addressed the dragon.

"Don't know what the deal is with you, pal, but where I come from, dragons are for skinning, stuffing, and mounting on a wall."

"I, Bahamut, shall not allow you to harm this girl!"

With that, the massive dragon attacked.

This could be interesting...

"Dragon Install!"

*****

To be continued...have a go at it if you want, Lantis, otherwise I'll be back after dinner. Don't go killing Bahamut or anything, though, eh? It's just a misunderstanding after all.

Oh, and an A-vote to Captain Falcon. Sorry to see you go, man.

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Lantis Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:41 PM

Death roams next door

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

Well, a quick vote dump

1 A-Vote to Opera
1 A-Vote to Ky
1 A-Vote to Mint

If I have time to write down stories, I will do it later. I'm just doing this just in case all hell breaks loose in my apartment with a party my friends are planning to hold here.


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.
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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:45 PM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Alright; that post that took me far too long to write was the last I can give this round - Night Class comes to claim me for another week - and I haven't FOCUSed for the test I'll be taking tonight either.

Anyway...


A-Vote to Daisetsu
A-Vote to Kalten


Bringin' some equality back to the playing field...or at least a reasonable facimile.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:53 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung finishes the duel...

Shang Tsung smiled at the look of bewilderment on Ky's face. "Surprised to see me? I must admit, it does look somewhat interesting, seeing yourself. But the real enjoyment comes from what comes next."

So saying, Shang Tsung unsheathed the Thunderseal, and looked at it. "Ready to go?" He swung downward, and a Stun Edge came out.

Caught off guard, the real Ky stumbled back, then stepped forward. "Demon! You doppelganger, how dare you do this?"

Shang Tsung laughed. "You must understand, I would rather not stay in this body. But, you must admit, it is one that is particularly well-suited for combat. You would know. It is yours."

Ky dashed forward, determined to purge all worlds from Shang Tsung forever. However, the sorcerer smiled, and moved in the exact same way. The twin Thunderseals met in the fury of a storm, and the real Ky gritted his teeth.

"Appearances are deceiving, sorcerer. You don't have the experience in this body that I have. And that will cost you." He slid along the floor, performing his Stun Dipper.

However, Shang Tsung swung his blade upward, catching the holy man in the chest and flinging him backwards. Real Ky Kiske staggered back. "Well... perhaps that didn't work..."

Shang Tsung dashed forward, echoing the Stun Dipper that his foe had just attempted. As was to be expected, the real Ky was expecting something like that, and once again, the Thunderseals met each other.

The two began trading hits, blocking and slashing as though they knew each other's styles. Which, of course, they did. Shang Tsung attempted a Greed Sever, Ky used a Kiriharai to counter, followed by Shang Tsung lashing out with a mid-air Stun Edge.

The sorcerer landed on the ground, hard. As did Ky, and they both got up.

"You fight well in a stolen body, sorcerer."

Shang Tsung laughed. "I have had plenty of experience in that regard. This one seems to be peculiar... It seems like your body is not just based on mere physical strength, but also on something else. Strange, that."

Ky grimaced. "Enough, sorcerer. We must finish this." With that, he dashed again, and leaped into the air. He slashed rapidly, but all of the attacks were blocked. After a kick, he jumped back again.

The sorcerer suddenly stopped, and chuckled. "I have an idea. Let's have an old-fashioned duel. One move, at the same time. The winner takes all."

Ky smiled. "I have the perfect move in mind. Very well then."

Shang Tsung took a step back, and assumed an offensive stance, the Thunderseal set to his side, left arm outstretched. "Three."

Ky gestured. "I am ready." "Two."

Shang Tsung leaned his weight forward, and dashed forward. "NOW! Ride the Lightning!" Lightning surrounded the false Ky's body, and his speed was blistering.

But the real Ky smirked. "Sacred Edge." He swung his sword, and it seemed that a sword of lightning shot out from it. Whatever it was, it was quite effective. The sorcerer was sent flying, through the open doorway, and he tumbled down the stairs.

Ky chuckled. "False sorcerer... How dare you try to use a body that isn't yours?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice screamed. "Ky, save me!"

The female An'ven ran upstairs, shrieking. "Ky, Shang Tsung took my child! Help me! I am innocent!"

The swordsman grimaced. "Haven't you already tried this, sorcerer? You defile the shape that you have assumed!"

The woman looked back. "What? I am not Shang Tsung. I just... met him!"

Once again, Ky shook his head. "How did you know that I was here? How did you know my name?"

The woman's eyes widened. "Um... Shang Tsung told me about you! Yeah!"

"Let me guess, that was right before he took your son, huh?"

The woman gratefully nodded. "Yeah, that's right. Right before he kidnapped my son, Shang Tsung told me about you!"

Ky shook his head again. "Why?"

"I don't know... He just did!"

"And why does he have your son?"

"I don't know."

"Why didn't he kill you?"

"I don't know."

"What does he want?"

"I don't know!"

Ky smirked again. "Well well... you don't know what Shang Tsung wants, you don't know why he has your son, you don't know why he didn't kill you, and you don't know why he let you go. I believe... yes, I believe you."

The woman's eyes widened, and one hand went behind her back. "Really?"

Ky's smirk faded. "No." He stabbed the sorcerer, and she fell to the ground.

"W... why?" She struggled a little more, then was still. Ky sighed.

"A very good question, Ky Kiske!"

The swordsman spun around. There, a boy in his arms, was Shang Tsung. "Even I would never stoop as low as to kill a woman who begged me for aid. But here, here's her son. You may kill him while you're at it!"

Leaving the boy behind, Shang Tsung ran down the stairs, laughing merrily at the success of his plot.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:56 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

I am SO sorry that I couldn'tve posted earlier. Doctor's appointment, school, nearly getting killed by drunken boxing and the living incarnation of Anji Mito, and then waiting for people and such to free up... bwah. @_@ So sorry. o_o;;


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Hisame Shizumaru - 4:1

Shizumaru's eyes were starting to pool up in tears themselves, as he ran away as fast as he possibly could from the apothecary - and from Mint. she kissed me she kissed me why am I running why I have to go back I should go back she'll kiss me again and I'll like it again -

He stopped dead in his tracks. I'll... like... it... again...

A wave of fear shot over him, flooding through every vein in his body and making his skin prickle in utter fright. Shizumaru started to run again, but with every step, all he could see was the apothecary and Mint - and her face - and her kiss - and me - and me - only me - but it felt so nice - stop thinking that -

Entirely frustrated at his mind, Shizumaru hardly noticed where he was headed, and nearly ran into one of the soldiers in front of him. "Gomen nasai," he muttered quickly, and swerved out of the way to avoid him further.

Shizumaru's eyes darted around suspiciously, and he flipped backwards to avoid two of the Naclos soldiers, both sprinting out to corner him in the middle of the street. Together, they both flew towards him and thrust forward with their swords - Shizumaru unsheathed his nodachi quickly and was able to parry both at once. One of the soldiers ducked under the blade and tried to stab the young man in the leg, but Shizumaru jumped backwards again in the nick of time, sliding on the street. The Naclos duo leapt forward again, but Shizumaru had sheathed his nodachi once more, and had his umbrella out instead -

"Kirisame Jin!" he yelled out, and opened up his umbrella, flinging it out at the two. The umbrella shot right between both of them, drawing blood across their torsos, and with a flick of the wrist, Shizumaru had summoned the umbrella back to his hand, just in time to block the downward slash of one soldier and to deliver a swift roundhouse to the other.

As the soldier he'd kicked away slammed into the ground, Shizumaru turned his attention to the one solider now in front of him, and, before his opponent had time to react, he sunk down low and thrust forward with his umbrella, causing the soldier to stumble. Shizumaru was one step ahead of him, though; at that moment, he threw up his umbrella into the air, and slashed with the nodachi, knocking away the soldier's blade - and then he stabbed him in the stomach quickly. Slowly, he withdrew the nodachi, shuddering slightly at the sight of the soldier impaled on his blade.

Only in such times as these could he be bothered to take no mind of death.

The other soldier jumped at him, brandishing his sword, and Shizumaru connected with the nodachi - a touch of blood splattered onto the Naclos soldier's sword as he did. His opponent broke out into a frenzy of attacks, and Shizumaru held out as long as he could - nodachi were not the most convient swords to try and quickly parry with. He stuck steadfastly to the method, though, and for the brief instant in which the soldier had his arms up to strike down, Shizumaru hit him with the hilt of his nodachi, knocking him away long enough for him to switch back his umbrella. Again, the soldier swung his sword forward to attack - but Shizumaru was faster, slashing down with the umbrella, and then snapping it open. He spun his umbrella rapidly, shredding the skin of the Naclos - and when he finally shut it, the soldier was lying on the ground unconscious - and judging from the amount of blood he'd spilled, likely dead.

Solemnly, he slung the umbrella on his back, and sighed deeply, looking at his hands - stained with blood, once again.

Glumly, he looked around at his surroundings, purposely not looking at the two soldiers he had just slain. He could not understand what purpose most of the buildings served - though one looked to have been a church - that one, a hospital, perhaps? so many wounded were going into it - and that was was just another apothecary

apothecary - oh, Mint!!

As the thought struck his mind once again, a barrage of arrows flew his way. Quickly, he dove into one of the alleyways to avoid most of the fire from the archers, and leaned against the wall, clutching a hand to his chest - his heart was beating incredibly fast, though he suspected it was the adrenaline from how far he'd just run, and the battle he'd just fought.

But, then again...

His lips were still wet from Mint's kiss, and being outside only served to make them cold, sending fresh waves of - pleasure? fear? maybe it was both, it didn't matter - down his spine, settling down in his stomach. He felt delirious, and his other hand flew up to his head to check if he had a fever - iie - but it was laced with cold sweat instead. To him - just as bad, if not worse.

Oh, Mint-hime - why, why?? He screamed the thought in his mind. You - why did you... why did you have to do this to me? I cannot -

A single tear fell from his eye, and Shizumaru looked up to the sky - to see an arrow sailing right towards his face. Almost lazily, the hand on his forehead moved down to catch it, not inches before it would've sunk into his skull. He flung the arrow away, and looked at his hand for a moment - just a bit of a rough burn, but nothing that due time wouldn't heal.

Shizumaru groaned, and slumped to the ground, chest now racking with sobs. He clutched his head in frustration - why was he always so afraid of something as simple as a kiss? He couldn't explain it to himself, and it only confused him more. Frantically, he reached over his shoulder to take a hold of the two braids that hung from his nodachi - where he could try to find some solace in the words of the two older men.

Shizumaru. You just got kissed by a girl and you're in tears now?! Aagh! Did I not train you well in the cunning ways of the ladies? I have failed you; oh, dear world, what can be done about this travesty I have wrought? Zack Ebony's words.

And as for Tachibana Ukyo's words?

Shizumaru-kun, do you find yourself unable to accept love?

I would see it only natural, considering how your life has been in the past. So many people now care for you! Find it in yourself, Shizumaru-kun; it is only beneficial to learn to let them in and understand your pain - then, only then, will you discover how to keep the trust of others, and you will care for them as much as they do you...


His head dropped back and hit the wall - the first time that Ukyo's words didn't seem to have much wisdom to him. His chest doubled over with another sob, and his heart began to beat rapidly again. Shizumaru was silent, not even thinking for the moment, until he realized what it was - ... oni desu -

"What are you doing on the ground there?"

A stern voice called out to him, and Shizumaru looked up at the man before him - dressed in Oriental robes that seemed vaguely familiar to him (perhaps Chinese?) and his countenance suggested the same. Shizumaru caught a glimpse of his eyes, and suddenly clutched his head in blinding pain - there was not one singular soul behind those eyes, there were thousands, screaming in his mind all at once.

A vile taste filled his mouth, and Shizumaru looked up to the man before him, who looked to be deep in concentration. It did not take long for him to snap out of it, though, and his eyes lowered to the young man, who was still holding his head in complete agony. A smirk appeared on his lips, and he laughed softly to himself, which shot a fresh wave of terror down the young man's body.

The sorceror of souls. Shang Tsung.

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Oh hey. Dump. xo

A-votes to:
Daisetsu
Kalten
Jun
Falcon
Setsuna


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

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

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Switchblade Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:58 PM

Road Warrior

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

Sorry for the lack of activity today. To say I was busy would be an understatement. I plan to be back in full force tomorrow so here's a quick rundown of what Vice and Mature were up to this round.

They're now wearing kimonos from Mithrik'en instead of their old clothes. I'd expect they look a lot like Baiken from GG, only with bras. Mature hung out around Alma a lot. vice coughed up blood alarmingly often. On the whole they made a lot of people look like this:

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Dry31 Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:58 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Testament, meanwhile, was headed for the frontlines, and he was already in a foul mood. He had already irritable when he arrived, and the groups of soldiers that had attacked him as he was making his way through the city had made him even more irate. He had dispatched them fairly quickly; they were well trained, and could certainly kill him if he let his guard down, but he had a lifetime's worth of fighting under his belt (three if you wanted to be technical), and was able to elegantly slaughter them without too great of an effort. following the sounds of battle towards the frontlines, he turned down a sidestreet...just in time to see a young child, probably less than ten years of age, get cut down as he ran by the sword of a Naclos soldier. An uproar of cheering came from the group of seven Naclos soldiers that had slain the child.

"Well done! That's one less piece of An'ven scum!"

And then, they spotted Testament. He was standing squarely in the middle of the street, his head lowered, long black hair draped over his face. They collectively hesitated for an instant...with his black outfit, bloody scythe, and raven hovering overhead, he bore an eerie resemblence to the Grim Reaper. And then that moment passed, as they all told themselves that the Grim Reaper was just a fairy tale, that this was just some pale, skinny dork doing an impression.

"An'ven! KILL HIM!"

With a roar, they charged...and then Testament raised his face. His eyes seemed to glow from within with a burning red light, and he seemed to fade into nothing more than a living, solid shadow.

"You damned filthy HUMANS! This street will run red with your blood!"

Testament leapt forward, his scythe flashing in a lightning fast arc...the first soldier never saw it coming, probably not even after his head rolled off of his shoulders. The second and third launched attacks as the rest moved forwards...but before they were able to connect, Testament had melted and reformed behind the furthest of them. Five soldiers whirled around, just in time to see the sixth lifted up into the air by the back of the head...and then scream as five razor sharp nails ripped through his brain, turning it into pudding. The soldier spasmed weakly as Testament retracted his nails, then hurled his body at the remaining five with incredible force. One of them was caught by the flying corpse and sent flying...right into the jaws of a waiting EXE Beast. The remaining soldiers start to back away...

"You cannot escape from DEATH! NIGHTMARE CIRCULAR!"

Testament raised his hand; in front of it, a summoning circle materializes, and from it erupts a screaming vortex of negative psionic energy, taking two of the soldiers and sending them flying, even as the foul poison began to soak into them and attack them from within. Before the remaining survivors could manage to attack, Testament had started his next attack, hurling a blazing skull at one of the remaining soldiers. It connects...the Cursed Mark appears on him, a glowing crimson sign that seals his fate.

"Zio...kill!"

The raven hovering over Testament screeches once, and then shoots forward at the warrior, metamorphisizing into her humanoid form midway...her scythe flashes forward, ripping the man in half before returning to Testament's side. The last remaining soldier looks around at the corpses of his slaughtered comerades...with a scream of terror, he turns to run. Testament shows no mercy, though...his scytheblade flashes black as he plunges it into the ground. Beneath the running soldier, a spike of black energy erupts, binding his feet. Still screaming, he twists around...just in time to see Testament's scythe lash out and sever his head. The soldier's body collapses. Slowly, he advances to the body of the child that was slain. He stands over it for a moment...then, reaching down, he closes the child's eyes. He stands, and starts to leave...and then he hears a thump from behind him. Turning, he sees the body of the soldier he glanced with Nightmare Circular fall to the ground, a number of shriukens embedded in his back. A woman steps out of the shadows; Testament recognizes her as the Lord Jun.

"Good work. You missed one though."

Testament's eyes glitter oddly for a moment.

"...thank you for the assistance. I'll make sure that they're more thoroughly dead next time, I assure you."

"My, you take things seriously, don't you?"

"..."

"Well, best of luck. If you're headed for the front lines, they're that way."

The ninja points, then steps back and fades into the shadows, disappearing. Testament heads off, moving in the direction Jun indicated.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:04 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

quote:
Originally posted by CarlyCheeese
May Lee was on the Korea Team. :E


Cool. You're right, but you wouldn't have been eligible anyway. Lantis posted twice immediately afterwards; he doesn't count since he already got his As.

Now, Exeter and MageusBlack ain't answer shit.

A-Vote! Sol Badguy!
A-Vote! Maya Amano!

Three left.


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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:08 PM

K' -- KOF

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

quote:
Originally posted by Switchblade


>--|-__O


That's just funny as hell, Switch.

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Exeter Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:12 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

As the third person to post after yours, Bowling Pin, I must say I'm hurt to be receiving an A-vote.

You said nothing about not counting people, after all.

But alas, I've a post to write!

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:17 PM

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

quote:
Originally posted by Exeter
As the third person to post after yours, Bowling Pin, I must say I'm hurt to be receiving an A-vote.

You said nothing about not counting people, after all.

But alas, I've a post to write!



Just blame that mofo Lantis, always gotta be posting twice and shit.


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Baka Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:27 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 4:3 - Existence

KISKE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!

Ky sank to his knees slowly.

KISKE! KISKE! YOU... KISKE!

Leaning forward, he brushed his hand over the woman's head. Already she was cooling, her life's blood ebbing from the body.

I...

Ky had pride. Pride in himself. Pride in his values and the way he lead his life - and never had he killed an innocent. Gears, monsters, yes, even, on occasion, criminals - murderers. When it was kill or be killed. And every time, he would go to church to pray, to ask for forgiveness.

I... killed her.

There. Now he'd said it. But was she dead? She couldn't be dead. She was still alive, he'd missed the heart, surely? Surely? He ran his hand over her chest - it came away sticky, sticky with her blood. The blood of an.. an.. no, she must still be alive. Her pulse! He ran his hand to the woman's wrist - feeling for a pulse.

Nothing.

No, no, no! Something else! Her neck! Necks have pulses! He frantically checked there - nothing either.

Nonono.. she can't be...

You killed her. She's dead, Ky. Admit it.

No! NO! NO!

Tsung... he made me do this. He tricked me, played me for a fool. I can blame him - I can give him the blame and everything will go away, it won't be my responsibility, I can ignore it ignore it make it go away.

goawaygoawayGOAWAY!

I killed her.

She's not coming back.

What happened to my head? Someone turned up the heating, and my heart seems louder. This pain.. am I under attack? Someone aims for my heart, they stab me.. am I dead? No. She is dead, I am alive. IT'S NOT FAIR!

A tear began to well up in Ky's left eye. She was what, thirty? Too young. Around his age, and he wouldn't consider himself young.. but.. she was different. She was an innocent, just a civilian trying to live her life. The tear began to trickly down his face...

She's not coming back, and you killed her. You killed her because you let your enemy get one step ahead of you. Useless.

NO! Ky cradled the woman's body to himself, swords clattering to the floor as he rocked silently, tears streaming down his face. She was dead now, and there was no way to bring her back, and... and...

And there was no use sitting here crying. It wasn't going to bring her back, wasn't going to kill the pain in his chest, the throbbing pain that encompassed his entire body. He felt about to sick up every meal he'd ever eaten.

And he was as bad as Sol.

Slowly, Ky lowered the body to the ground, closing her eyes with his one hand. Then he crossed his legs and folded his hands together...

"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..."


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:29 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

As the Naclos advance troops continued to pour into the city, one man broke off from the armed forces regiment, and did not join the others in their skirmishes or general debauchery of the city. He instead broke into a dead run, outdistancing all the other soilders with ease, dropping his weapons and armor as he sped towards the nearest building. He sped towards the curb at intense speed, with no indication of turning or stopping--

--and then ran straight up the building, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

When the unnamed man reached the top of the skyscraper, he found eight archers waiting for him, bows at the ready.

"Another damn human... how'd he get up here so quickly?"

"Doesn't matter--another one for the pavement."

The rest of the responses came with a barrage of arrows that would have pierced the man in several vital organs--that is, if he was in the same spot he had been a half second ago.

"Where'd he--! Uhhgh..."

"Korin, NO! Damn you.... Uwaahgg--"

The soilder wiped off his twin scimitars on the archers' bodies, tossing off the military uniform for one that was a bit more decorated... and much cleaner. The other six archers took a step back, but one stood his ground.

"I won't give up Soulis'en so easily! Come out, Drake!!!"

The archer blew up the wind around him as a violet Aura suffused his body, a small dragon emerging from the light and hovering with him. The archer then nocked an arrow with lightning speed and charged it with his powers, making the small shaft become aglow with electricity. "For Soujo'en! Piercing Wind Shockwave!"

The archer loosed the arrow, and it erupted into a large blast of violet energy that rocketed towards that man. It seemed to consume him, and when the light faded, there was nothing left. The archers cheered, and the Aura-wielder grinned smugly.

"Hah, I knew no human could stand up to---aaa...aagggAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"

He screamed and reached out blindly, transfixed as his Aura had been pierced by a brilliant shard of light. The young dragon whelp gave a pitiful scream, then faded from existence. The Aura-wielding archer fell limp, and as he did so a pair of boots tread over his corpse.

"Is this all you An'ven have to offer? Grasping at straws to defend yourselves, thinking you're superior because a little fairy wants to be partners with you? Stop basking in idealism."

Kashell rose his eyes to the moonlight and smiled. "Your dreams will die with your bodies."

The other archers did not have even a fraction of a second to resist; they also fell to the ground, dead seconds before their hearts stopped beating.

Kashell gestured with his wrist and all of the slain on the rooftop faded, and a string of orbs encircled his hand.

"They were weak, but their spirits were burning... The desire to live is much stronger in this race than my own. The Archbishop will be pleased with the results, I believe"

The orbs vanished into thin air. "But for now, I need only toy with my future adversaries a bit. Let's see what you brought with you... Daisetsu."

The man laughed, and disappeared into the night as fast as he had came.

Optional Boss - Kashell

The leader of the Five has decided to pay the contestants a visit, and although he may be playing around, he'll play for keeps. His pure-Holy elemental attacks pierce through any concievable defense, damaging the spiritual and magical as well as physical realms of power. You won't see his Aura, the Seraphic in its full form, but the twin scimitars he wields are the key to his Aura. Kashell is extremely dangerous, and no candidate will be able to even stand a chance against him in one-on-one combat. He's purposely avoiding the Lords for now, so don't expect assistance from them if you decide to go looking for him. Kashell is well-versed in all manners of supportive, curative, and offensive magic, and his skill level with those scimitars is second to none.

If you decide to send a vote at Kashell, you will get a vote in return. However, as he is only looking around, he will not try for an extended battle--thus, his vote quota is small. The Sponsors who vote against him and live at the end of the round will recieve a permanent benefit in their Ability arsenal. However, votes against him must be described.

Note that Kashell will become unreachable(vote-wise. He'll hang around at his leisure story-wise) once his vote quota is reached, and that the double-damage effects of the round do not affect him. If you wanted to send a vote against him when he's already gone, tough luck.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:31 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung fulfills a destiny...

Shang Tsung laughed. "Well well... what do we have here? I would daresay that your soul is worth a taste. What is inside?"

He closed his eyes, and raised his hand. A small portion of Shizumaru's spirit entered the sorcerer, and he smiled. His grin was quite a bit like Testament's. Soulless. Predatory. And supremely fulfilled.

"Well well. Who would have guessed that you would have an oni inside of you. Would you like to free it? Would you like to taste that power?"

The swordsman violently shook his head. "Ea! I would rather die! I have fought this demon too long to succumb to it now."

Shang Tsung considered this. "Hm... That can be arranged, you know. I have far too much power for you to defeat now, not without the power of the demon inside of you. I have absorbed far too many souls for one mere swordsman to defeat."

Shizumaru pulled out his parasol. "Death is preferable to dishonorable possession!"

Once again, Shang Tsung chuckled. "But you will not be possessed. Don't you see it? Don't you understand. You are the demon! All this time, you have been trying to deny your very self. Living a lie, as it were."

The samurai looked confused for a moment, then recovered. "How do you know so much?"

Shang Tsung laughed now. "Know? I know everything. About Rimururu, about your parents, about... Ukyo Tachibana!"

The sorcerer's voice picked up now. "You held so much trust in him. You admired him, looked up to him as a superior, nay, as a father! His sickness caused you pain, the previous tournament nearly tore your heart out!"

The sorcerer's voice lowered. "And now you don't know what to do. You float around, trying to both find meaning in your life and avoid this 'oni' in your life. You are afraid. Afraid that someday, you will loose control. You fear the day that you can no longer hold on!"

Shang Tsung let the last phrase hang in the air. Then he continued. "I can show you the way. I can let you control the demon, to subjugate it forever. Don't you see? I am trying to enlighten you, to show you the way to fulfill your destiny."

"All you have to do is lower your defenses for a moment. Then I will take the demon and bind it to your will. Please... let me help you. I beg you!"

Shizumaru hesitated. "Bind it forever?"

Shang Tsung nodded. "To control or dismiss as you please. No more worries, no more regrets... No more fear."

The samurai's heart hardened. "Never! I don't trust you!"

A grimace from the sorcerer. "I am not allowed to ask you again. Do you want the demon to be forever chained, or do you wish to continue this perpetual agony?"

Another hesitation, and Shang Tsung seized it. "Please, I beg you, not as a sorcerer, but as a man who suffered too long under the sway of others. I would never want another to suffer as I did... though I am sure you have suffered more than your share."

Shizumaru nodded, and it was at that moment that Shang Tsung cast his spell. "Oni spirit, awaken! Break free from your mortal prison and walk the world as the destroyed you claim to be!"

The dual nature of Shizumaru tottered, swayed... then Shang Tsung's spell awoke the demon spirit residing in Shizumaru. The sorcerer smiled. And when the oni is free, I shall either coerce or fool it, as I did with Moloch the World-Devastator and Drahmin the Oni Lord.
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[OOC]I am the first to vote against the new boss! Or, at least I can claim so... eh... Maybe not...

1 A-vote to Jun
1 A-vote to Dorrin
1 A-vote to Daisetsu[/OOC]

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Amethyst Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:37 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Hey, what's going on over there?

I don't know, but I'm gonna blast it.

Sun Ray!


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A-vote to Kashell. :P

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