DarkBlade77
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Survivor -
Round 2
Act Two, Scene One - Nation of the
Earth
Daisetsu stood up from his place in the
Academy. With him were Dorrin, Kalten, and a recovered Jun. The four
of them were at the top of the building itself, the rays of first
dawn striking upon them. Jun looked completely fine now, Daisetsu
noticed. She'd changed into a different set of clothing, favoring
the eastern style of attire with a set of loose black robes. Her
chainmail still glittered from the robe's diagonal parting near her
busom, and the robes were still cut short at her legs and arms. Her
semi-short black hair fell loosely over the forehead protector she
was wearing, which had a curious insignia etched into it. Her dark
eyes were like her expression; cool and composed. Her kunai
glittered from her holster, attached to her leg with tight
bindings.
Daisetsu looked away, her stare too direct for him
to respond to. He cleared his throat.
"So, we're all in
agreement here, right? Using the Kusanagi Sword to move to
Kaintor'en?"
Dorrin nodded. "We should go to the capital. My
superiors are likely waiting for the news of how the ritual went.
That and we can control the more violent people we brought here in
the arena to avoid problems in the city."
Kalten yawned.
"I've no deal with it... As long as we hit Soujo'en on this blasted
round trip we're making, I'm fine with it."
"...at least it's
not fucking burning hot over there," he mumbled under his
breath.
Jun smiled. "I've yet to meet these people, but
already I feel the link between myself and some of them growing
stronger. Do you think it'll work, Daisetsu?"
Daisetsu closed
his eyes. "Time will tell. In any case, all of you can feel an
affinity with a few of the people we summoned. I'm going to use that
to teleport them to the capital by use of the Kusanagi Sword--the
forceful switch to a different location will pull all those you are
linked to most with you."
Dorrin blinked. "How did you
figu--" He paused, them a knowing smile graced his hard features.
"Ah. Suzaku. I might have guessed."
Daisetsu didn't smile.
"Shall we get going?" Hearing the unspoken affermative, he
unsheathed his katana--the Sword of the Kusanagi was ornately
decorated, and showed no signs of dulling despite all the times he
had used it. Raising it to the air, he slashed once, twice, three
times into nothingness with the blade flashing with every stroke.
The air seemed to feel charged around the area, growing
lighter.
"It's here, and it won't stay for long. Hurry up--"
He stepped into the curious area, and vanished. After a moment, the
three followed in turn.
All over the city, the chosen
participants disappeared, to be teleported in near the Sponsor they
held the most affinity with.
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"Well, here we
are."
Daisetsu stood with his four companions in front of the
bewildered, transported candidates. Most of them were taken too
off-guard to even protest.
"Sorry for the sudden trip, but it
would be impossible to round you up altogether otherwise. Welcome to
the Nation of Earth. Now, I noticed there was a bit too much
property destruction back in San'tar, so for you people who have
combat, violence, or just about anything involving this city or its
inhabitants in a harmful manner on the mind, go to the arena over
there and duke it out. Accidents are accidents, but deliberate
attacks go over there." He gestured towards a depression in the
earthen town over in the distance.
His eyes turned ice cold.
"And, I understand that some of you have a problem with my methods,
which is pretty fair considering your current situation right now.
However. This whole trip isn't consentual; it's coercion. If any of
you are itching to give me a piece of you minds, in battle or
otherwise, go ahead and take it up with me here. But outside of
that, I won't forgive you if you start moving outside my
guidelines..." Although the words seemed preposterous when spoken,
all the candidates felt as cold as his eyes were when he had
finished. Daisetsu wasn't joking, and his aura compared to both
times he had been seen earlier was immensely different. Almost...
malevolent, imposing.
He turned, and Kalten and Dorrin
followed him. "Other than that, feel free to enjoy what the city has
to offer. This is the last respite you'll get in a
while."
Jun, however, stayed. "If any of you have any
questions, feel free to ask me. I'm here to help you out." She
smiled, and it felt geniunely honest. Some of the more experienced
members of the group felt wary, however--in addition to her power
likely being on the same scale as the other three, she was also a
ninja, as her attire revealed.
Nation of the Earth,
Kaintor'en
Unlike the poor city of San'tar,
Kaintor'en is enormous by comparison. Due to its unique geography--a
massive, plant overgrown plateau with several springs in the center
coming off the plateau in uneroding waterfalls--, the nation and the
capital share the same name. The city itself spans for tens of miles
around, most of it residence and commercial areas. There are several
martial arts dojos here, most of them teaching variants of judo or
kempo. A building that houses the Clerical Order which Dorrin
belongs to lies near the center, which has several adepts--the power
of earth is very restorative-based, and battle-clerics like Dorrin
are rare. Along with the Order are several Dens--houses of high
estate An'ven who possess powerful Auras that have been passed down
from generation to generation. If you'll recall, the halberdsman Ian
is part of Wanderhusk Den, and he can be found in this city. The
arena that Daisetsu mentioned can be found on the outskirts of the
city, where you are now. It houses several monsters and gladiators
in free-for-all matches, one-on-one matches, and variants of team
duels. Rankings are posted there, and are updated constantly. There
is no fee to enter, but entrance holds a disclaimer that the nation
is not responsible if you are killed in the arena. The shops here
offer all sorts of commodities, but they cost gold--which can be
earned in the arena. The more dangerous the fight you attempt, the
more money you get.
Master List
Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (0
EXP)
Sponsors Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super
Heroes) Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of
Fighters) Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear) Slipstream - Yuri
Hyuga(Shadow Hearts) Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear) ShinkuuR
- Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV) colguile - Allen Sanyder
(Street Fighter EX) Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi
2)
Sidekicks m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street Fighter
Alpha) Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II) Anoat - Scorpion(Mortal
Kombat)
Kalten --- The Blue
Dragon (0 EXP)
Sponsors Curley W - Jason
Soe w/ Vader Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second
Story) Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters) S-Chicken Boner
- Adol Christian(Y's) Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear) San Draco -
Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat) Zen Master -
Kyosuke(Rival Schools) Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash
Bros.)
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street
Fighter) Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash
Bros.)
Jun --- The Green
Dragon (0 EXP)
Sponsors The Damned -
King(The Queen of Fighters ) Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III) Nif -
Kite(.hack//infection) Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty
Gear) Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII) eyesaw -
Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom Simplistic Hero -
Kuma(Tekken) Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny
II)
Sidekicks Psycho Power
J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram
Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Dorrin
--- The White Tiger (0
EXP)
Sponsors Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa
Frontier) Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics) CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown) MageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona) pirate360 -
AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles) Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men
V.S. Street Fighter) Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The
Wind Waker) Krizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)
Special
Rule - Arena Combat
Fighting with the odds against
you in staged combat is pretty beneficial to your growth... If you
can take it, that is. If you mention at the bottom of your inital
post that you're fighting in the Arena, you'll get double EXP and
150% damage at the end of the round, rounded down. Note that
you've nearly recovered from the effects of being sent here--you'll
be at about 70-90% of your original strength. The stronger you were
before coming to this world, the weaker you are right now, and
vice-versa.
Jun and Daisetsu are available for
interaction. If you're planning to fight Daisetsu, don't plan to
win.
This round will end sometime around Monday 9:00 PM CST, and voting ends at
8:30. Understand that these can be changed, and if
they are I'll edit this post to represent that.
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Renmazuo |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:51
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
Airships
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First,
you lazy bums. XD
Edit: Actually, no, I'll stick out of the
FOCUSing this round, bide my time and all. ^^;;
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Daisuke7777 |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:51
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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I plan
on particpating in Arena Combat. Err, I'm just going for it Hell, if I die, I die -- But since it's my first time here
I'm just risking it all Anyway, off to a quick shower 
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Bowling
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:20
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Hellsing - World Without Logos
The Gray Hulk was
inconvenienced. He was deprived of his blue fuzzy nipples. He was
deprived of a fine woman. And now he was being deprived of a good
reason for being here.
"Shit." I'd say
something, but I can see that fucker glow.
I can see it too. ... That fucker isn't
tough!
Just don't get us killed, Joe.
Go back to your jerk off
Bruce.
Still, Joe Fixit wanted a reason for being
here. Gray Hulk decided to take his matter to the friendly looking
ninja girl.
She's a cutey. I'd tap
that.
"Look here missy. I got a problem here, and
its about my business. If you didn't know, I'm a businessman.
And while I appreciate your graciousness, you'll understand
that giving me my answers is a compulsory action on your
behalf."
"..." Jun wasn't quite sure how to field this
question.
"Now, if that flew right over your pretty little
head, what you're going to tell me is...how much, and
when?"
"... " Jun bursted out laughing. None too pleased, Joe grabbed
her shoulder.
"Oh, you're gonna give me my answ-" before he
could finish his sentence, the Gray Hulk's arm was deflected, and
found himself knocked on his ass, a victim of an unseen ninja foot
sweep.
" " Jun began to laugh again. "Now, if anyone has any
real questions, I'll be fielding them."
Geez! I felt that. However, Kyo had
something more important on his mind; his plot to tap into Bruce's
body and enter the arena.
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Dry31
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:22
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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One
minute, Testament was wandering about after the battle with Shang
Tsung; the next, he felt a sickening lurch and found
himself...elsewhere. A field of green was the Gear's first
impression...as he looked around him, he saw that plants covered the
land around them. Buildings were visible as well, and there were
enough to infer that it was a well populated place, but spaced
sufficiently from each other to avoid the claustrophobic feeling
that sometimes accompanied human cities. He listened as Daisetsu
spoke...
An arena...a place where humans watch their own
kind kill each other, and cheer to see the floor stained with
red.
That look appeared on Testament's face again...that
soulless smile, the crimson eyes devoid of all emotion. Within him,
an icy rage began to rise up, like a tidal wave of acid. Rage at
everything; this place, these people who summoned him here against
his will, the damn Shuusen Kanrikyoku, himself,
everyone.
Very well then. Perhaps I can provide amusement
for these bloodthirsty humans...and rid this world of a few more
parasites while I'm at it. After all...is that not why I was
created? To be a weapon? So be it...the humans shall get to see
their bloodshed!
Testament laughs - a cold sound like ice
cracking beneath your feet - and turns away. He begins to walk
towards the place Daisetsu indicated...the
Arena.
--- Testament will be fighting in the
Arena. Testament is now FOCUSed - on
destruction.
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Lantis |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:41
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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"Daisetsu...just what are you up to now?"
The
young man known as Setsuna walks into the arena, slowly, yet surely.
His steps are determined, as his hand firmly grasps the sheath of
his cursed sword...the Sword of 80 Days. His other hand, gently
caressing the head of his pet harpy, clinged onto his left shoulder.
His eyes reflected murder, as he grinded his teeth. His intention
was determined...his resolve was high. As he stepped from the
darkness of the tunnel to the light of the door, he could see a huge
circular arena all around him. It was packed with people cheering
and demanding bloodshed. The screams and shouts were just too much.
In front of him, lied 2 warriors. Setsuna narrowed his eyes, and
scanned his opponents from head to toe.
"Hmmm...there is the
green behemoth from yesterday. A confused fellow, might I add? I
wish he got his act straight..."
With that, Setsuna glimpsed
at the scoreboard which announced the rankings in the very top of
the arena, and noticed that his name was Hulk...The Incredible Hulk.
"Yes, I can see where that name hails from...", Setsuna
grinned as he took a look at the huge giant, who appeared to be
talking to himself as he stood there, idly.
Then Setsuna
turned towards the next man...tall and quite skinny. He carried a
huge scythe, and his face expressed a sense of evil and ambition.
Setsuna could see right into his soul...a tormented man, indeed.
Haunted by his own ghosts, Setsuna could also notice that he could
use all his inner demons to be a dangerous opponent.
Testament turned towards Setsuna without noticing, and upon
setting his sights on the swordsman from the netherealm, smiled, and
turned away again, totting his scythe in one hand.
But
Setsuna wasn't too glad...he noticed that his power was
diminished...maybe from the effort of yesterday. He expended his
strength early on, and was spent by the end of the day, which was
taken advantage by several fighters. Today wasn't much better. But
he was ready to put it all in the line...because he knew it was the
only way to achieve true greatness.
"I must push my own
limits and fight beyond my own obstacles. That is the only way I can
triumph!"
Sestuna walked slowly towards Testament, and passed
him by, but stopped shortly afterwards. Without turning around,
Setsuna waved with two pointed fingers at Testament with one hand.
"Good luck, stranger. If we must see each other in the
netherworld...I'll be sure to put a good word for you in the other
side. Godspeed!"
Testament turned with a puzzled look as
Setsuna headed towards the center of the arena. He stood there, as
the whole crowd went wild, claiming for violence. Setsuna looked up
to the skies.
"Very good, Daisetsu...let's hope you can
handle this well...."
Setsuna sits down, and places his sword
in front of him, as he begins to utter words in the language of the
wandering souls of the netherworld.
---- Setsuna enters
the arena and is FOCUSing.
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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m121akuma |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:45
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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Dan:
Joe? Joe Fixit? Is that you, big dawg?!?
The Gray Hulk rose
from the ground and turned to faced the Pimpmasta. He quickly bowed
his head.
Gray: Mr. Hibiki! It's an honor to see you here! I
know we have only done dealings a few times, but it's always great
to see you.
Dan: Yeah yeah yeah, cut the bullshit. It's good
to see you too. God, it's nice to see a familiar face among these
bastards. This whole situation is just too fucked up for me to
handle.
Gray: *muttering* You don't know the half of
it...
Dan: Hm?
Gray: Forget
it...
Something's up with Joe today, Dan thought,
it's almost as if he has a few things on his mind. Oh well, I'm
sure it's none of my business.
Dan: Man dawg, even the
hos here are vicious.
Gray: I KNOW!! You see what that bitch
did to me?
Dan: Yeah, this could be bad. It seems we pimps
gotta stick togeather right now....
*****
Just out of
pure curiousity, can Sidekicks participate in the
Arena?
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
Website---
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Just Some
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:49
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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Captain's Log. 04-20-03. 8:49 pm Sponsored by
Purina
Falcon was deep in thought, or at least, as deep
as he gets...
What the hell?! Where's Pimpdaddy Tingle? He
was right here, and then... now I'm in a completely different
place.
He then took a good look at his surroundings. A
large, modern city. And of course, large cities mean lots of
companies. He would be here for one day, one 24 hour period to get
all those deals and locate Tingle to discover the art of the
Pimp. It was then that he noticed something. A battle arena. This
was perfect! Being the amazing hero that he was, he could enter and
***z the competition, which would bring recognition from the various
corporations.
Falcon was in Heaven. Companies, a measley
combat tournament (or so he thought), and citizens as far as the eye
could see. After surpressing a 'SQUEE!', he removed his helmet,
fixed his hair, then put the headgear back on, he had to look his
best, because, well, he's just that good. Going over to the arena
lobby, he found the receptionist.
'Greetings,
citizen!'
'Who are you, and do you wish to participate in our
arena combat?'
Falcon looked annoyed that he was not
immediately recognized, but then remembered this was a different
world. 'Why, I am the great Captain Falcon! Avenger of
Justice, Messenger of Peace, Spokesman of Konami! The greatest hero
to ever live! And I would like to enter this game of
yours!'
With those words, Falcon struck a pose like no other,
emphasizing both his manliness and his amazing balance. No one other
than himself could strike such a pose, such perfection. The Ginyu
Force would be so proud, hell, they would probably try to steal it.
As high as Falcon was on himself, the receptionist just
stared and held back laughter. 'All right, sir. You're all signed
up, good luck on your matches.'
'Luck, I do not need luck!
However, might I interest you in some Lucky
Charms?'
'Lesse, one mention of Lucky Charms, $38.50.
Good, good....'
'No, now go get your ass handed to you
and get out of my site!'
'She wants me. All that's left ot
show her are my madskillz at combat! And my soon to be 1337 Pimpin'
instincts.'
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Falcon shall
participate in the Arena Combat He is also
FOCUSed.
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Exeter |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:51
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Quick
note to anyone planning on using Sol or Daisetsu anytime real soon:
I'm writing something. Hold on for just a bit. 
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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:53
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Sidekicks can participate in the arena, although it
doesn't mean much voting-wise.
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Thirdtwin |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:03
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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"...damn, didn't even get to try the sushi...." Chipp
remarked to the last addition to Daisetsu's group (a hawt
ninja chix0r. In a totally opposite dimension from mine. Will
wonders never cease.) who looked back at him with a measured
gaze. "You're taking this remarkably well," she remarked. "I'd have
expected the majority of you to be, well, losing your minds at the
prospect of being torn into another dimension." "Ah, this? This
is nothing." He was, incidentally, quite glad that she hadn't been
around when he had made his mad dash upon arrival, mad with fear.
"Hell, I've dealt with worse shit. Did I ever tell you about the
time I was in this tournament, and I had to fight this crazy
assassin lady who fought with her hair?" (he had lost that
fight--the quarterfinals, those were--but no need for her to know
that, right?) "I can say with some certainty that you haven't,
considering we haven't even seen each other before now..." "Oh
yeah, that'd make sense," he muttered, chuckling slightly, almost
giggling. Really, this was something quite new to him--she looked
every bit a ninja (or at least he assumed from the various pictures
and anime he'd seen, since ninja were something of an endangered
species in his world), and a skilled one--besides her well-shaped,
lithe physique, he could almost feel "it" rising off her, the years
of discipline and focus that only a true ninja could have (and
against which no comers, specifically pirates, could hope to stand).
So, it was understandable if he was a little nervous. "Well, I'm
Chipp Zanuff, and--" Suddenly, some huge gray dude (who looked
vaguely reminiscent of the green guy he had seen earlier, albeit
less bulked) shoved him rather rudely aside. He went back about
eleven steps before regaining his balance, as the gray guy started
"propositioning" to Jun.
Not 30 seconds later he was on the
floor. Chipp respectfully bowed to the skills.
"Now, if
anyone has any real questions, I'll be fielding them."
"Well,
I'd like to know your name," he said, a slanty smile stretching
across his features. She smiled back, although the mirth didn't seem
to reach her eyes. Always on guard, he thought, just like
a true ninja. "Jun." She kept her eyes on his, but let
nothing slip through her gaze. In fact, he almost didn't notice that
something burning underneath, something wild, something almost...
beyond human.
Operative word: almost.
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Chipp
uses an R-vote on Jun, the Green
Dragon. Cuz she's sexually ninjamatic XD.
Chipp Zanuff
R2 Status: 6 A-Votes 3 R-Votes 1
Ability
Chipp will be participating in Arena
battles.
TT
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Kellios |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:03
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Ex-Turk
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Alone
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Vincent will FOCUS this
round.
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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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:06
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Going to FOCUS, I am.
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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San_Draco |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:07
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung competes in the Arena's first match...
Shang
Tsung considered the options available to him. While the town was
tempting, the sorcerer didn't like the implied threat that Daisetsu
had placed behind killing people.
Understandable. But if
he wanted someone of my caliber, he should have been prepared for
the consequences.
So, instead, the Oriental mage
travelled to the Arena, for the chance to sample the fighting
capacity of the city. And to gain some greatly-desired warrior
souls. Those of the last city had been sub-par at best.
As
could be expected, Shang Tsung headed to the Arena Kiosk, and signed
up for the next battle. Convinently enough, the battle was set to
take place in a few moments. Very convinent.
According to the
roster, Shang Tsung was set to fight a sailor for the first round.
A sailor? I haven't taken a soul of a sailor for sometime now...
And certainly not from this world...
An announcer stood
up on a platform. "Coming in from the east side of the Arena,
weighing in at 210 pounds and standing at five feet eleven inches,
Shang Tsung!"
The crowd cheered, if for no other
reason than that he was new blood. Preferably that would change
soon.
The announcer acknowledged the cheers, then cleared his
throat. "Now coming in from the west side of the Arena, weighing in
at 237 pounds and standing six feet two inches, Dread Pirate
Readd!"
The crowd went quiet. Muffled comments of "He's a
pirate," "Not another one," and "I bet he won't last five seconds,"
sifted through the air. Shang Tsung smiled.
He's strong.
That's all that matters. The sorcerer went into his Snake style,
expecting a quick victory.
That is, until the pirate
unsheathed his cutlass, and began swinging it around. Shang Tsung
dodged to the side, but only by a short amount. The sorcerer raised
an eyebrow. Either he's really good or I've been
weakened...
The pirate slashed again and again, and Shang
Tsung dodged each time. Each time he was attacked, however, he began
to get faster and faster, until he felt himself return to about
normal speed. Well, almost normal speed. Now that I think about
it, my power isn't fully returned yet, even though I can feel the
weariness from travel fading... Could it be that Daisetsu isn't as
good at opening portals as I had hoped?
The pirate
growled. "AR!" To which Shang Tsung swept him, kicking sand up from
the Arena's floor and knocking Dread Pirate Readd to his knees. The
sorcerer took this opportunity to roundhouse kick him in the face,
sending the pirate flying.
"Ar..."
Shang Tsung
gathered a soul's energy in his hands, and carelessly flung it at
the prone form of the pirate. The soul entered the pirate's body,
and did even more damage.
"A... r..."
The crowd was
now chanting two words. "Finish him!" Shang Tsung looked toward the
stands, and then to the judge. To which the rather opulent-looking
man in white put his thumb down.
With one smooth motion,
Shang Tsung snapped the pirate's neck. Another seamless motion took
his soul. Shang Tsung whispered one thing to the now-dead pirate. "I
bet you wish you had been a ninja..."
Then, with a balanced,
easy grace, Shang Tsung stepped out of the Arena, and into the
fighter's quarters. The next match would be coming
soon.
[OOC]As you may have guessed, Shang Tsung is competing
in the Arena's one-vs-one competition.[/OOC]
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Setsuna interrupts his meditation session as the 2 jokes
enter the arena: Dan, the pink gi wonder, and Captain Falcon, the
spokesperson of pretty much everything. Setsuna sneered at them, and
stood up.
"Will the parade of fools ever end? This is getting
more like a circus...."
Suddenly, Setsuna notices that a
metal gate in a far end of the ring opens up, slowly, with a nasty
creeking sound. From the black void of the tunnel, emerges about 3
gladiators, armed with several weapons like spears, naginatas, and
scarse pieces of armor. It was like a combination of ancient Rome
with Japanese warriors. All of them had ferocious looks, and
constantly eyed most of the warriors on stage. Setsuna smiled, and
flicked his hand to his left shoulder, making his harpy fly away to
safety.
"Very well...the cannon fodder has came out to play?
We'll see what they are made of...."
Setsuna slowly unsheated
the Blade of 80 Days, as a black mist envolved it. But Setsuna felt
a stinging pain in his arm as he did so, and cringed a bit. But he
would not let that dismay him.
"Come and meet your own
death, you fools!"
Setsuna lunged at two of the gladiators,
as they responded with their own ferocious attack. One of them
swinged his sword at Setsuna in an upper arc, but Setsuna blocked
with his sword. He swinged himself to slash the warrior, but was
blocked with the shield. Another gladiator tried to blindside him
with a spear, but he jumped backward, and the gladiator missed the
poke. Setsuna went at it again, and flipped over one of the
gladiators, and attempted to strike the other with a jump kick. The
gladiator blocked with his shield again, but he was reeled back.
Sestuna felt a sting in his foot. This was taken advantage by the
other gladiator, who shoulder charged him. Setsuna went to the
floor.
The other gladiator picked him up, and punched him
twice in face. The other warrior prepared to stab him, but Setsuna
grabbed the spear with one hand, swayed it away, and punched him in
the ribs, as he slashed him in the chest area. The gladiator went
down.
"I can't be distracted by the likes of
you!"
Setsuna charged and with a swift swipe of his sword, he
sliced off the hand of the other gladiator which held the sword. He
fell to the ground in utter pain. Setsuna gloated, but he wasn't too
satisfied, as he grabbed his shoulder in pain.
"Damn this!
Why now...?"
He heard a light sound of applause behind him.
"Nice job, warrior. But it seems you are not entirely at
your full energy?"
Setsuna turned around and faced a blond
man in a white turncoat, sporting his own long sword. A match would
definetly ensue....
---- Ummm...we can use background
elements right? 
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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King Chapter 2: Deathing Queen Section
1
King lay on the ground, still unconscious,
until...
KICK!
"Ow!" King jumped off the ground
after she had been kicked in the ribs.
"What the hell was
that for?!" She asked, furious and disoriented. She about to smack
whoever it was in the face until the vision had returned, and then
she saw....
"K'?!"
"The one and only," K' repiled,
smiling that wicked smile.
"What was that for?"
"You
looked knocked out. And I needed to get your lazy ass up. Besides,"
he continued coolly, "I want to be the one to knock you out in the
arena."
"Arena?" King inquired, raising an eyebrow.
K'
sighed. "Do I have to explain everything? Very well..."
K'
explained Daisetsu second speech to King.
"... And woman over
there," pointing to the woman in the Eastern attire. "Her name is
Jun and she will be fielding question. Any
questions?"
"No."
"Good. However, I have
one."
"Shoot."
"Why were you knocked out like
that."
"Um...." she began, pausing to remember what
had happened last night. It was still a bit funny.
quote:
King lay against a building, which she had just realized, like the
others in the, city was made of sand, brick, and mud, slumbering.
After the extremely embarrassing encounter with Dorrin, she had
sped off, wishing to hide in shame. She certainly got her wish
through, as she soon saw that instead of people having to dodge
her, she was having to dodge them. At first, she thought
that they people were either just being rude or paying her back
for her own rudeness earlier, but then she came to understand.
It had happened when she had begun to tire. At the time,
she was near the edge of town and had eyed another of the many
glass shops in San'tar. This one dealt in mirrors, it turned out
as she went inside, though none of them were anything unique.
However, it was not what she had seen that had caught her eye, but
she had not seen. And what she had not seen was herself. Screaming
scream that both caused the male shopkeeper to nearly faint and
broke all the mirrors in the shop, which did cause the poor
shopkeeper to faint, King ran away again. With her legs already
utterly fatigued, she didn't run that far until she simply fell to
the ground, and she felt it. With that, she finally grasped
her fully returned tangibility and slowly crawled over to a
somewhat destroyed building before resting against. She quickly
fell asleep from her overexertion, after reveling in the irony of
her situation.
She was awoken by a golden-red hue that
easily penetrated her seemingly nonexistent eyelids. King thusly
stirred.
"Now what," she said groggily. "Did the sun
explode? It would be my luck if that..." she stopped as she
regained enough conscious to see exactly what made the brilliant
light.
The shape of an enormous fiery bird projected its
light all of San'tar, but since King only saw the back of the
beast, she was unable to tell that it was a phoenix. Not that she
would have been able to tell, as her mythology was never very
good. It would not have mattered. King was awestruck, and feared,
somewhat unreasonably because of her recent, growing paranoia that
the beast would turn around and attack at her. Normally, she would
have put up the facade of not believing in magic, even with the
magical power of the Kusanagi, Yagami, and Yata/Kagura clans and
the whole Orochi incident of '97. Right now, however, she was far
to impressed and afraid to take that chance.
"Must be
dreaming, must be dreaming," she continuously chanted to herself
as she covered her face and closed her eyes, neither of which hid
the light that well. The growling of her stomach interrupted
her.
She uncovered her face to rub her stomach, and no
longer feeling the intense light on her face, she took the chance
of the open her eyes. She was met by beautiful sight of the
starry, desert night sky.
"Was it... a dream?" She still
wondered aloud, quite worried that it would come back.
It
didn't, and King slowly stood up, taking her time as she didn't
want to collapse again. She stretched, and it was only when she
bent over to touch her toes was it that she "saw" she was still
invisible. However, compared to that gigantic flaming bird,
combined with the knowledge of knowing it beforehand, it didn't
frighten her this time. It was still confusing,
though.
"Perhaps I should find Rydia," she sighed, knowing
full well that she have done so before.
"But right now,"
she continued as her stomached growled once more, "I
eat."
She began to walk again and look at the buildings she
passed, none of them being, or at least outwardly looking like
restaurants.
"Why me?"
King continued to walk,
until she saw a building that looked promising.
"O-bentou
no Miso Restaurant," King said, a bit surprised to be able to read
the Engrish sign.
She was about go in when a dog whimpered
behind her. She turned around and looked downward towards the
source of the sound. It was a rather large, gray dog, which seemed
familiar to her, that was looking her.
Jason's
dog?
It whimpered again, seemingly directly at
her this time.
I am visible again? No, it can probably
just smell me. King sighed at depressive thought.
It
whimpered again, more loudly this time, definitely at
her.
Come on, I can't smell that bad already. King
paused mentally, to sniff her, something she would have never done
if people could still see her.
It growled this time,
bearing its canine teeth.
"Um..." King worried
aloud.
It growled fiercely this time, causing some people
in the restaurant to turn their heads. It began glowing
yellow.
"What?!" King screamed, causing the rest of the
people in the restaurant to turn, though they still couldn't see
her.
It opened its mouth, blinding her with a yellowish
glow before shooting her with a yellowish beam. She felt to the
ground, knocked out yet visible; the people back to their business
of eating as the dog ran off.
"It's a long story," King finally
finished.
"Whatever," K' said, seemingly still interested. He
pat her on the back as he walked off.
As he walked towards
the gigantic structure that was obviously the arena. He yelled back
with looking.
"Come fight in the free-for-all when you're
ready, King!"
"Sure!" she shouted back.
Right now
though, King turned her attention towards Jun as she began
walking towards the voluptuous woman. I have some
questions.
----
King is FOCUSed on
questioning Jun, though she will be fighting in the arena
later.
If you object to fighting in the free-for-all,
Daisuke777, I'll understand and change it.
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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K' -- KOF
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Ahh, I
forgot -- K' is FOCUSed
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:31
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Cue
song: Final Fantasy VII - Don of the Slums
Dan and Gray
walked side by side, wandering a city without a gringy ghetto to
call it's own.
"Aw shit. How do you find the bitches when
there's no corner on 6th Street?" Dan put his hands behind his head
in resentment of the city of Kaintor'en.
"There are bitches
everywhere. Would help if we had a fucking CLUE." Gray Hulk still
had leftover resentment over his hosts' treatment of the sponsors.
"They leave us with jack shit." Dan and Joe Fixit noticed a giant
shadow engulf them; they looked up and found Tingle surveying the
area.
"Well, well, good sir, we meet again!" Tingle
waved to Joe Fixit from above, recognizing him as the Hulk, the
silent monolith from before. "And, you," Tingle directed toward Dan,
"I certainly hope you're not trying to mug my good
sir!"
"Hey, you better take that back pinched nipples!" Dan
hollered.
Hulk remember him. He gives
maps.
Maps,
huh?
"Hey, you on the balloon! You got a map?"
With that, Tingle responded by descending to the
ground.
"Just finished one!" Tingle replied, while handing
Gray Hulk the map, and giving Dan a raspberry.
"Nice work
here. ... Hey, says here there's a back alley and a bar if we head
around the corner a couple streets ahead of us."
"Indeed! I
marked all areas just like that on the map, because I would know
that they'd be hooker hit spots!"
"Hah, cute one LINK. Now
move out our way!" But the moment an grabbed Tingle to shove him
aside, he saw a vision. Dan and Tingle were engulfed in a silver
light, and their true forms were revealed.
"A true
pimpmasta..." Dan said, with an open jaw.
"The man who would
be the golden pimp..." Tingle said, with an unheard tone of
seriousness in his voice.
Fruits.
"You're a pimp too? I
didn't see it in you." Joe Fixit said, while walking ahead of the
both of them to the bar and ghetto. "We've got bitches to
find."
Putting their differences aside them, Dan and Tingle
walked together in unison, understanding the mission ordained to
them.
***
This map is ill. It
has all the hot spots. Mad props to Tingle.
So, you're giving him an R-Vote are you? That means
that we have 6 A-Votes and 3 R-Votes in our
inventory.
You know, I figured
out a way to dole out some A-Votes a little while
ago...
Hmm? Please,
elaborate.
Nah uh. You bitches
just have to wait until next episode.
A stand up kid,
isn't he? Bruce interjected, indulging in a cup of imaginary
tea.
Spare me your fag
love.
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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The
two swordsmen face each other. Setsuna swipes his sword downward, as
the blood of the gladiator is flicked on the ground.
"And
who might you be, young man?"
The young blond boy smiles, and
bows towards Setsuna, with a hand on his chest.
"My name is
Ky Kiske, dear sir, from the Order of the Holy Knights. I've seen
you from yesterday, and I must say, you use your sword fighting
skills for the wrong purpose. To fight and live for the sword must
be done with honor, not to mercilessly kill people!"
Setsuna
glared at Ky with fire in his eyes.
"You are in no position
to tell me that, boy! I am death incarnated, and you are just a mere
kid who challenges me!"
Ky smiles, as he draws his sword
closer to his heart.
"Like I suspected. Your energy is
focused on bloodshed! But it won't happen today...use your sword for
your own beliefs! But we shall see if it surpasses my own
dreams...my own intentions!"
The two swordsmen faced each
other to the eyes...with the passion of battle steaming between
them. Both went at it at the same time, in a blur. The two swords
clashed, as white and black sparks flew everywhere.
"I see
now...you represent true evil! You must not be allowed to live, foul
one!"
Ky spinned and attempted a strike to the midsection,
but Sestuna blocked, and went for his own downward strike. Ky
dodged, and went at it again, spinning his sword in one hand. He
attempted several direct strikes, but Setsuna bended backwards to
avoid the slashes of light. Ky saw this, and swept Setsuna off his
feet, but Setsuna flipped in mid air, and barely managed to let out
a middle slash as he slumped on his back to the floor. The slash
managed to damage a bit of Ky's shoulder.
Ky went at it
again, this time focusing on a sword uppercut. The sheer impact made
Setsuna's arm reel a bit, but Ky was left vulnerable. Setsuna
responded with a backfist, followed by a upper-low slash combo. Ky's
dressings were ragged, but he dodged Setsuna's lethal strike, and
pierced Setsuna in the leg with his sword. Setsuna was raging mad at
the sight of his own blood, and hit Ky's arm with the hilt of his
sword as he remained in the poking position. This made Ky cringe in
pain a bit, but Setsuna followed with an elbow to the stomach, and
finished it off with an upper strike, sending Ky to the
ground.
"You...being of light...will not claim
me....!"
But Setsuna noticed that the wound in his leg
suddenly shed some rays of light.
"Ugh...ugh...the power of
holy you wield...pierced into my body...can't stand
it...."
Setsuna kneeled, as he grabbed his leg, trying to
take his mind off the pain.....
---- 1 A-Vote to
Ky
STATU: FOCUS
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Kite
shall be FOCUSed, though I hadn't realized till now how out
of his league he is. XD
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Once
again, Max was fairly confused as to what had happened. Now he was
in a huge metropolis compared to the small, undeveloped town he was
at before. Upon hearing Daisetsu's announcement about the arena, Max
became relatively attentive, his previous thoughts being on his plot
to take over the world (which could never succeed.)
Hmm,
an arena. Hey, if I go there, I could show everyone just how strong
I am!
'Ha ha ha ha!' Max exclaims, flexing his
muscles.
Once again, being completely enclosed into his own
thought, Max did not hear anything beyond that there was an arena in
the town, and proceeds to go to the arena, hardly even noticing the
others already headed there.
------- Max will be fighting
in the arena.
For all of you who haven't played ToD2, Max is
a tall guy, (about 6'4", I think) has medium lentgh green hair and a
beard, wears a black trenchcoat, carries a gun about the size of his
torso, and is very muscular. Oh, and his gun fires elemental blasts,
not bullets.
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Martian Successor
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FOCUS
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
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Vice
and Mature stood outside of the Arena. "Intriguing," remarked
Mature. "It seems that everyone's going to this Arena. Vice? Fancy a
fight?" Mature licked her lips in anticipation.
A smile crept
across Vice's face. "I don't see why not." The prospect of battle
was appealing to her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud,
booming noise. "Like music," she remarked, staring down the
street.
Music Cue: Stayin' Alive, by the Bee
Gees.
A white Rolls Royce rolled down the streets, stereo
blasting. Chrome was replaced with gold, and a raccoon tail hung
from the antenna. Pink, fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror,
and the license plate boasted the words 'BIG PIMPN'.
Well,
you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time
to talk. Music loud and women warm. I've been kicked around
since I was born. And now it's all right - it's O.K. - And you
may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York
Times' effect on man.
The Rolls Royce came to a stop. The
driver side door opened up, and Tingle strode out. His normally
green leotard was replaced with a solid yellow one. He carried a
cane at his side and wore a feathered hat. Tingle swiped his shades
off his head and gave the two lovely ladies a long, seductive stare.
Tipping his hat to the ladies, he slowly walked up to
them.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a
mother, You're stayin alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city
breakin' and ev'rybody shakin' and we're stayin' alive, stayin'
alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin'
Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiveee.
"Now, the first thing you have to
learn, Falcon," said Tingle quietly, "is to understand your
potential hooker. We have two fine specimens here, and from the
looks of things, they seem fairly interested. Big Papa Tingle's
going to have a lot of fun with them." Tingle did a little dance in
his gold leotard, which sent his prospect hos shivering (Tingle
thought) with lust.
Well now, I get low and I get
high And if I can't get either I really try. Got the wings of
heaven on my shoes I'm a dancin' man and I just can't
lose. You know it's all right, it's O.K. I'll live to see
another day. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect
on man.
"Laaaadiiiies," called Tingle, seductively. "Who
here would like a piece of Big T over here?"
Vice practically
lept at him, but Mature held her back. "What are you stopping me
for?" she snapped. "I can't wait to-"
"Yes, yes, I
know," replied Mature quickly, "but I want to start it off. If you
get in there, it'll all be over in a second. You know you finish way
to early for my tastes."
Vice nodded. "OK, but be
quick. I don't know how long I can contain
myself."
"WOO! What is that I hear?" cried Tingle. "Two
beautiful women, fighting over Tingle? But of course! I shouldn't
have expected anything else!" He jumped up and down as Mature slowly
made her way to Tingle.
Whether you're a brother or
whether you're a mother, You're stayin alive, stayin'
alive. Feel the city breakin' and ev'rybody shakin' and we're
stayin' ali-
The punch hit Tingle in the stomach, and he
flew across the street and cracked his head against the side of the
Rolls Royce. Stars whirled around his head as he tried to stagger to
his feet, losing his balance, and falling over again. "Ow... I
didn't expect that," groaned Tingle, tasting blood as he
talked.
"What didn't you expect?" Mature slowly approached
Tingle's crumpled body against the car. "I can't believe that
you're still following us after that poorly attempted assassination.
A bomb? Don't make me laugh."
"The second thing you need to
learn, Falcon," muttered Tingle, slowly rising to his feet, "is that
to successfully gain a ho, you must put her into her place. You have
to show her that the Pimp Masta is the Law, that if she steps out of
line, that the Pimp Masta will make her regret ever being born. Now,
alone, I couldn't possibly have a chance at beating these two, but
with your strength, Falcon, I think we can handle them. Are you
ready?"
There was no reply.
Tingle looked at the Rolls
Royce, only to discover that Falcon wasn't in the passenger seat,
taking notes like a good student. He wasn't at his side, ready to
fight. In fact, Tingle didn't know where on Earth he
was.
--
"And make that out to Timmy!" shouted a
buck-toothed kid wearing a baseball cap. Falcon had taken time out
of his busy fight to sign autographs.
"Yes, Timmy. From
your Hero, Captain Falcon. Drink Pepsi." He handed the autograph
pad back to the kid. "And here, have a Coke on me."
Little
Timmy frowned. "But Mr. Falcon, sir, aren't you endorsing
Pepsi?"
"Why, yes, but a superstar like me can afford to have
two rival companies as supporters. You see-"
--
Tingle
then realized that he was very much alone. And not only that, he had
two very offended, very angry women hunting his
blood.
"Eep," he meeked out.
-- -- --
EDIT:
Oops, I see that Bowling Pin posted before me, and included me. That
changes things a bit.
First off, I'm still going to R-vote
Switch, because I'm not sure if I portrayed Vice and Mature
correctly. I just wanted to show off Tingle's total failure at being
sexy.
Also, to make sense, this post takes place before
Bowling Pin's.
Contrary to what I said before I edited,
Tingle will not be going into the Arena, or at least not yet.
Instead, he's currently fleeing Vice and Mature via his big red
balloon, and doing quite a good job of it, seeing as the duo don't
appear in Pin's post. Good thing, too. Tingle's deathly afraid of
the duo. If you decide to run into them, Switch, play him as
such.
He will also not be Focusing. Lord knows I want the
extra votes, so I can R-vote Hulk and still have some extra
Rs.
Tingle: 6 A-votes, 2 R-votes, 1 Special.
I have
the strangest feeling that I'm going to regret not
FOCUSing...
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K' -- KOF
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K’ sat
down and took a seat next to a table near the corner of the bar. He
was busy wiping his face that was soaked with red wine and was
clearly exasperated. K’ threw the cloth he used to cleanse his face
and shut his eyes from exhaustion. He opened his eyes only to find
himself in another city. ‘Damn it Daisetsu, stick with one area
won’t you?’
The sage spoke once again to the group of
competitors with a more demanding tone now. He was obviously
bothered by the destruction some had caused back at San’ Tar.
Despite his irascibility, his lecture was short and sweet—those who
wished to participate in battle would do so in the Arena. The lords,
including Daisetsu left promptly afterwards.
K’ rose from the
ground that was rich with luscious vegetation. His eyes gleamed with
an insatiable appetite for battle, so much so that his hand burst
into flames. His grin was almost sadistic, nearly malicious to say
the least. He slowly clenched his hand smothering the flames; smoke
began emanated from his right fist, somewhat clouding the figure
that lay beside him. K’ hadn’t noticed before, but King was only
several feet away from him, lying on the ground as if she had been
asleep the whole time. He walked towards King and gave her a swift
kick in the ribs—it wasn’t meant to be so forceful, but K’ couldn’t
restrain himself as he saw his so called “look alike” entering the
arena. “Setsuna…” K’ hissed to himself.
“Ow!” King exclaimed
after being hit on the side of her stomach.
“Wake up already.
I don’t want to leave you lying around; after all, I want to be the
first to knock you out of the Arena.”
“K’?” King said
somewhat puzzled, “What do you mean Arena?”
K’ sighed
slightly annoyed. He proceeded to explain the rules and the events
that had happened a few minutes before. “Any questions?” K’ said
hastily.
“No.” King answered back.
“Good, I’ll be
heading off to the Arena. It seems like a free for all match is
going on. Better come when you ready, King.” K’ shouted as he became
more distant from King.
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Dan
Hibiki chuckled, looking at the fighters in the arena.
Dan
Hibiki also walked alongside Tingle and Gray Hulk.
What was
going on?
My new secret move that splits me into more than
one Dan is awesome! thought the pink Ansatsuken-esque
pimp.
***
The hell I go through to cover plot holes,
huh Lantis?
***
The crew had gone finally wound up near
the bar and the alley; there were native women here, who wore flimsy
underwear made of leaves. Obviously, these are a very nature-intuned
people.
"Bitches are all about the jungle fever, fawk yeah!"
shouted Dan enthusastically. Joe, Tingle, and Dan began to drool
when a young man popped his head into view.
"Excuse me, but,
... this really isn't The World, is it?" asked young Kite,
the twinblade.
"The fuck you talking about sunshine?" asked
Dan of the boy.
"Well, there aren't many male characters
crowding these women with chatter like 'A/S/L,' or 'wanna cyber ,' and other stuff like that," Kite replied.
"Um,
right kid. Excuse us, but we're gonna pimp that shit." Dan finally
moved around Kite, and the trio made their moves.
"Excuse me,
but what's your name?" asked Gray Hulk of a brunette clad in a leaf
bra. "I wanted to see if it was as beautiful as you."
"So..."
Dan walked up to another girl, a blond, took her hand, and kissed
it. He noticed that there was a gold ring on it. "This jewelry only
dulls your true beauty."
"Woman..." Tingle walked up to
another girl, whose flimsy leaf underwear had fallen off. "No need
to pick up your drawers. The most beautiful woman on Earth, Eve, was
nude her whole life; Adam loved her so much, he doomed himself to an
eternity in Hell, just so he could touch her again."
The
trio had successfully acquired their nameless wenches, and lounged
in the nearby bar. Kite, feeling lost, decided to try the techniques
he had seen on The World on one of these ladies, in an
attempt to fit in with the men who had walked into the
bar.
"Lady..." Kite began, while crossing his arms, "...make
me a sammich! ... No, that's not right."
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Captain's Log. 04-20-03. 9:50 pm Sponsored by
Band-Aid
The crowd roared at the last show of skill in
the last battle of the Arena. However it was now time for a new
battle. The first round for the great Captain Falcon. He was
mentally preparing himself for the battle.
'Alright, it's
almost time. I need to win this, think of all the media-attention!
Wait, what am I talking about?! OF COURSE I'M GONNA WIN THIS! I AM
CAPTAIN FALCON!
One of the workers at the Arena came to
running to Falcon rather quickly.
Being as superficial as he
is, one thought came to Falcon's mind when he
noticed.
'Crap! I don't have anything to write with! How
will I give my dedicated fan an autograph?'
'I'm sorry,
but I don't have any writing materials on me, I can't give you an
autograph, however, I can offer you a handshake from the one
and only Captain Falcon!' He struck yet another heroic yet extremely
cheesy pose, emphasizing ever one of his perfectly cut
muscles.
'Actually, I was just here to tell you your match
starts in thirty seconds...'
'Oh... well then, Captain Falcon
is ready to pummel some Gladiators!'
'It's not that easy, you
know...'
'It is for me, for I am th...'
The ring
annoucer cut him off. 'LADIES AND GENTELMEN! TIME FOR OUR NEXT
FIGHT!' He looks at a piece of paper, a special request from Falcon,
'THE ONE-AND-ONLY, THE PROUD, THE BEAUTIFUL, THE STRONG, THE
MUSCULAR, THE GREAT.... CAAAAAAPPPPTAAAAAAINNNNN....
FAAAAAALLLCCCOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!'
Falcon darted on
stage with his trademark speed, sprinted around the edges of the
ring once, did a flying leap into the center, and, in a true
superhero fashion, struck the most dashing pose
imaginable.
'RIGHT... AND HIS OPPONENTS, THREE SUPRISINGLY,
EXTREMELY, ASTONISHINGLY, EXCEEDINGLY GENERIC...
GLAAAADDDDIAAATOORRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!!!'
Three of the most
generic and ordinary Roman soldiers you ever laid eyes upon entered
the rign, their metal dresses clanking with every
step.
Falcon saw his muscular opponents (but not as muscular
or perfect as himself, of course) and decided to enhance the
audience's experience by throwing a few taunts at the would-be
warriors. 'You think you can hang with Falcon? HA! Don't forget to
call your mommies when you get raped. And remember, use 1-800-Call
ATT when crying to your mommies!'
The opponents did not
understand what he was saying, for they did not know English.
However, in a similar fashion, they threw out taunts in their native
tongue.
'`/0|_||2 |>|-|4|\/|1|_`/'5 50 |>00|2 7|-|47 1
54\/\/ `/0|_||2 |\/|07|-|3|2 \/\/4|_|<1|\|6 |)0\/\/|\| 7|-|3
57|2337 0|\|3 |)4`/, |<1C|<1|\|6 4 C4|\|, 4|\||) \/\/|-|3|\| 1
45|<3|) \/\/|-|47 5|-|3 \/\/45 |)01|\|6, 5|-|3 541|)
'|\/|0\/1|\|6!' (Your family is so poor that I saw your mother
walking down the street one day, kicking a can, and when I asked
what she was doing, she said
'moving!) --------------------------------------------------
Oh,
let's say this post happens AFTER Bugey's post. And if anyone wants
to use Falcon, wait till I make one more post to conclude this
fight. Then he's all yours!
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Setsuna slowly got up, as blood continued to flow from
his wound, and growled at the sight of it. He sheated his sword, and
used it as a sort of walking pole. He spotted K' and King now
together...
"Hmmm...what are those 2 up to now? First they
are rivals and now they are friends? What is going
on...?"
Setsuna also noticed Captain Falcon trying to sell
his stuff to the crowd at the arena. Setsuna looked down.
"I
hope he has something for me...."
But Setsuna noticed that
the remaining gladiator that had emerged was now charging at Falcon
with a ball-and-chain in his hand, swirling like a lethal machine.
But Falcon was still selling his stuff, so he never noticed.
"I hope he gets nailed for all his stupidity...but
alas...."
Setsuna launches himself into harm's path, stopping
the ball and chain with his hand.
"Lost something, big
guy?"
Setsuna quickly took out his sword and pierced the
gladiator through like a hot knife through butter.
"Ack...."
Setsuna fell down again. Falcon did not
notice him.
--- 1 R-Vote to Captain
Falcon
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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K’
loosened his jacket up a bit as a means to provide more flexibility
during the battles that would ensue in the Arena. Of course, he knew
it had already started—the crowd was cheering frantically, crying
out for more bloodshed. K’ entered the long, narrow entrance way to
the center of the battlefield and thought to himself, ‘How ironic,
the very people we’re trying to save are the ones who want more
death, more pain, and more suffering. It’s almost cruel to save
these innocents.’
He tightened his glove located on his right
hand. K’ wore it out of mere “tradition”, it used to be a means of
controlling the Kusanagi—a power he once could not sustain without
the glove. Reaching the end of the passageway, the light shone as he
stepped onto the battlefield. He snickered as he saw both Setsuna
and Ky Kiske wield their blades, dueling each other.
"Wait up
K'!" said a familiar voice. It was King's.
"So, you finally
came did you now? I thought you weren't going to particpate out of
sheer horror, King." K' said sarcastically.
"Har har, K' --
So, we doing this or what?"
Both of them continued into the
center of the field, ready for the chaos that would
ensue.
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:10
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Hisame Shizumaru - 2:1
Alma-san, what
are you...?
You feel the demon in me, I am sure of it, and
likewise, I see something behind your eyes as well - but is it
demon? I sense nothing. You have a very evasive shield, Alma-san,
one I wish that I could hold...
Yet I wonder what you feel
when you glance into my eyes. Is it a shock? A spark of flame?
Perhaps it feels as cold as frozen water in winter... and you can
tell of my demon. Is - is it so wrong to carry one within? And if it
is, then is it wrong to deny it, as I have for my whole
life?
You said you would stay by my side, Alma-san, even if I
were demon. And so I am, and so you have. You hardly know me and you
insist upon such steadfastness... a lesser person would have run if
they knew what you know about me. Even I myself run from within
myself - I cannot imagine what the demon could possibly do, and I
never find the courage to face it.
And if you knew what I
myself have done in the pursuit to rid myself of it, you might run
away yourself. How much blood did spill on my hands while I was on
my journey for Zankuro? Can you imagine what it is like to kill
someone - your own father? Have you ever awakened the exact horror
in your soul in someone else's body? Alma-san, tell me... do you
store such guilt within you?
... I surely hope not. Unless
that is what hides behind your shield... such girls as you do not
need the guilt I hold.
Did you see my sins, then, when you
looked into my eyes for the first time? Or could you feel them
tugging at your heart, as they do on mine? Many, many nights I have
tried to explain what I've done to myself, and I can never find a
single conclusion - for I cannot remember the original reason. Being
able to remember the lessons in life, good or bad memory, is one
thing, but to have only the dying shrieks and screams of your mother
with the silhouette of the demon who killed her as your only
memories - it is easy to see why I crave for any memory I can.
If I could forget those images in my eyes, if I could forget
the heartbeat of the demon in my soul, I would give anything to
simply forget it all.
Yet - I do not want to forget you,
Alma-san, nor Rimururu, nor Tachibana-san, Zack,
Vincent...
Alma-san -
...
tatsukete...
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... yeah, that did nothing to
further plot. xo
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Max,
overconfident as always, steps into the entryway for the arena, but
he is cut off by an attendent.
'Sir, your match has not been
started yet, please wait a while longer for the previous round to
finish.'
Of course, Max doesn't listen and instead pushes the
man out of his way, determined to start fighting right away. Max
sees Setsuna and Ky battling amidst the 3 roman soldiers, and,
watching a sword-weilding soldier sneaking up behind Ky, decides to
start things off with a shot from his gun.
'Air
Blade!'
Max fires the blast from his gun, watching as it cuts
the man in two, and decides to rush in and start beating on the
others with his gun.
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Ky
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Superhero Sellout
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Captain's Log. 04-20-03. 10:13 pm Sponsored by
Victoria's Secret Lingerie
Falcon did not notice what
Setsuna had done, he was too busy signing autographs when he should
be fighting. However, there was one gladiator left, and he clocked
Falcon with a flail-mace. The Captain's helmet protected him, but he
still felt the blow, he turned around and kicked his opponent in the
gut, but the gladiator's armor absorbed most of the blow. Falcon was
astonished that he didn't knock him out of the ring, but he did not
care. It makes the show more worthwhile.
'Might I ask what
your name is?'
'|\/|0'
'Ah, Mo. I am, the GREAT,
Captain Falcon! It will be an honor to do battle with you!' Falcon
struck yet another pose. Mo simply dashed at him and gave him an
extremely 1337 headbutt, flawlessly executed, if I do say so myself.
Falcon staggered back, and regained his poise.
'Show me your
moves!'
Mo was enfuriated by this (he obviously could
understand a bit of English). How dare the Captain beckon him into
attack, the one who was so far LOSING the fight. Mo dashed at
Falcon, but using his uber-speed, Falcon jumped above Mo, cut a
flip, landed, posed, and then got ready to hit Mo from behind, all
before the gladiator and his hefty armor could turn around. Two
words, one attack.
'FALCON... PUNCH!!!!'
Falcon reared
back his hand, and thrust his fist into Mo's back, followed by a
bird-shaped blaze of fire. It pushed the warrior to the edge of the
ring.
'FALCON KICK!'
The Captain followed by doing a
baseball-slide stye kick, himself engulfed in flames when he drove
his burning foot into the gladiator's back, knocking him out of the
ring.
Mo accepted his defeat. '1 C0|\|C3|)3. `/0|_|
7|2|_||_`/ 4|23 45 600|) 45 `/0|_| 54`/.'
Falcon posed, and
went over to the ring announcer, taking the mic from him. 'This
victory brought to you by Crest toothpaste! And do not try my super
Captain Falcon moves at home, for I am safe due to Asbestos 'R' Us
Flame Retardant gel! And to all you corporations wanting a
spokesperson, I will leave my card at the exit!'
Falcon posed
yet again, and left the arena. On the streets he met a red-haird
boy.
'Here, have some Coa-Coa puffs!' He gives him a sample
box.
He also met another one a near the
entrance.
'Drink Mountain Dew! Do the
Dew!'
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R-Votes to
Shizumaru and Mal'Ganis
Shizumaru now has a box of
Coa-Coa Puffs.
There is also a burning, 1337 speaking
gladiator named Mo at the side of the ring.
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~Don't
Stop Me Now~ Sol Badguy--Album 2, Track 1
As he entered the room once again, Sol found himself
unable to keep his mind from wandering. Peace or justice, indeed.
Kiske still didn't know what he was talking about, but...he was
close. Grudging, Sol admitted to himself that the boy had come a
long way from the prideful, foolish swordsman who'd inherited
command of the Knights from Kliff Underson. He'd even managed to
hold his own, this time, in their latest battle.
Of course,
Sol hadn't even been trying, but then, he never
had.
Well...only a few times, anyway.
Images of a
bearded, caped man with a pipe in his mouth; a sleek, deadly robotic
Gear; and, most recently, a woman in red, her favorite guitar,
Marlene, in hand.
Slayer, Justice, and I-No. The only three
ever to see his true strength. One had disappeared, one was dead,
and now, the third...
Sol froze. He'd left her right there on
the floor when Kiske had shown up. She'd been unconcious or dead,
he'd made sure of it.
Too late, he felt the presence behind
her.
"You got me pretty good back there," she cooed at him,
"but it's still not enough."
Every muscle tensed, Sol felt
his power increase until there was only flame. He whirled around,
the Fireseal in hand, and...
...the man himself stepped from
the shadows.
"YOU!"
"Hold back, I-No," the man said,
ignoring Sol's outburst. Reluctantly, the dark-haired vixen took a
step back, then winked at Sol and grinned maliciously.
"It's
been a long time, Frederick," the man said, almost
fondly.
With a cry of rage, Sol charged the cowled figure
before him, flames erupting at his feet. So long, he'd waited for
this, his chance at revenge, to put an end to all the suffering he
and the rest of the world had endured at the hands of this one
man...
The man made a small gesture with his
hand.
When he came to, Sol was on the ground, a pile of
rubble from the wall he'd been thrown into sitting beside
him.
"Geh..."
The man looked apologetic for a moment,
then stepped forward, I-No still smiling at his side.
"Soon,
Frederick, the true battle shall begin. A conflict to surpass even
the Holy War."[/i]
***
With a grimace, Sol took
in his new surroundings, trying to ignore the memory, but it was no
use. The brief conversation that had followed, that day, had sounded
all too much like Daisetsu's speech.
The man was not
here--that Sol was aware of, anyway--but Daisetsu certainly
was.
This bastard thinks he can play God,
too?
If any of you are itching to
give me a piece of you minds, he's said, in battle or otherwise, go ahead and take it up with
me here...
The bounty hunter was more than happy
to oblige.
Sol strode past the female ninja Jun casually,
then quickened his step as he neared Daisetsu and his two
henchmen.
"Hey, Daisetsu. A word?"
The swordsman
turned slowly, raising an eyebrow as Sol approached. "How can I help
you?" he said cautiously.
"You can start by telling me why
the hell you think you can make me fight for people I don't even
know."
"Ah. That. As I said before, there's not much more I
can tell you at the moment. Sorry."
"Yeah, I bet you
are."
The two men exchanged glares for a moment, then, his
face devoid of emotion, Sol took a battle stance, raising the
Fireseal until the blunt edge was level with the other's throat.
Rotating his hips slightly, he leaned forward until all his weight
was on his left foot, his right turned at a slight angle behind
him.
Kalten had an arrow nocked instantly, prompting a smirk
from Sol, while Daisetsu placed a hand on the hilt of the Kusanagi
blade and Dorrin merely frowned.
"You, sir, are awfully
reckless," the large man said quietly. "If I were you, I'd be more
hesitant to engage in combat with those I know nothing
about."
"That's your fault, old man," Sol replied smugly. "He
said it himself, if we wanted to have a chat we were more than
welcome."
"It's fine, Dorrin," Daisetsu said calmly. "If a
duel will put him at ease, then so be it."
"Don't get
yourself too worn out before our battle, friend," Kalten said
sarcastically as he turned. "And Daisetsu, don't get carried
away."
As Dorrin and Kalten left, Sol studied the soon-to-be
battlefield. A clearing, thankfully, though not very large; the
foliage was thick all around, and many a half-concealed root
littered the ground. The branches of the trees above locked together
in an intricate tapestry of nature, a mesh that all but blocked the
skyline.
Cage match, then? Haven't seen one of those since
'26, he thought wryly.
...long time ago, that had
been.
Daisetsu, meanwhile, had a firm grip on the hilt of his
katana but was otherwise unprepared. He even had his eyes closed,
apparently lost in thought.
Arrogant
fuck.
"Your name?" Daisetsu murmured calmly.
"Sol
Badguy."
"Daisetsu Kusanagi. I wish you luck."
Sol
cackled as he lowered the Fireseal to his side. When the blade lay
perpendicular to his leg, he leaned forward, bending his knees as
the fire began to ignite at his feet.
Daisetsu smiled
slightly, placing his other hand on the sheath at his
hip.
"Graaaand Viper!"
The explosion of flame was
deafening. As he came within range of his still defenseless
opponent, Sol exploded upward into the air, swinging the
Fireseal--
--only to have it caught between the crossed sword
and sheath of Daisetsu.
Ignoring the flames, the swordsman
spun quickly on his heel, forcing Sol's blade back with the Kusanagi
sheath as the katana itself twirled past the Fuuenken to strike at
Sol's unprotected side.
Gritting his teeth as the weapon
penetrated, Sol released his grip on the Fireseal and drove his fist
in past the sheath, striking a grazing blow on Daisetsu's
shoulder.
Wincing as the flames from Sol's punch ignited,
Daisetsu dealt the man a quick blow to the head with the hilt of the
Sword of Kusanagi and stepped back, replacing the sheath at his hip
and entering a defensive position, the point of the katana aimed
precisely in the center of Sol's headband, just as the bounty hunter
regained his hold on the Fuuenken.
The moment his feet struck
earth, Sol charged once more, this time striking high, the Fireseal
flaring to life in a fierce horizontal arc.
The Kusanagi
katana whipped across the intervening distance like lightning to
parry the attack, the resulting clang of metal echoing throughout
the forest like a thunderclap.
Then, just as quickly,
Daisetsu pivoted, dropping to one knee as he slide his blade free
from Sol's broadsword to strike at his shins.
Undaunted, Sol
continued the swing despite knowing Daisetsu was now out of range,
and leapt back just in time to avoid--
--gasping as he felt
the flesh of his leg stripped raw, Sol ducked just as the follow-up
cut flashed above. He rolled quickly toward his opponent and kicked,
sweeping Daisetsu's legs out from under him, but the swordsman
maintained his balance and brought the katana back quickly,
exploding forward with a stab as his feet hit the ground.
Sol
grunted.
Daisetsu withdrew the blade instantly and stepped
back from the injured man, his eyes slitted.
"You surprise
me. I expected more from you, Sol."
"...H...hah! You haven't
seen a damn thing yet."
Removing his blood-covered hand from
his chest, Sol rose from the ground slowly, then grinned.
The
wound was already beginning to heal.
"Curious....what are
you, exactly?"
"Your...worst nightmare," Sol said, borrowing
a line from a movie he vaguely recalled seeing, long ago. "Heh. I'm
just getting warmed up."
"I see..."
"In fact, I'll
prove it to you."
Frederick studied
himself in the mirror absently, examining the crimson headband he'd
recently donned as though it were now a part of his flesh.
Of
course, in a matter of speaking, it was. Or at least, he intended it
to be.
"Never going to let it happen again."
Now, if
everything had been adjusted accurately...
Focusing,
Frederick set his mind on the other presence--no, not a presence. It
was him, but...different. Like his reflection in a mirror, for
example; hence his idea that viewing himself in a looking glass
might help him find where he was going by first knowing where he
started.
A shock of brown hair, a red bandanna, a weathered
but youthful face, and a pair of ochre eyes that seemed to stare
into his very soul, as he'd hoped they would.
That was him,
Frederick Gordon Nash. And if that was him,
then...
Everything
shifted.
No...ignited.
Surprised and relieved at the
same time, Frederick watched as his body began quivering. The power,
just like before, only it was still him; not some
animal.
Then came the pain. Frederick screamed and fell to
his knees. Unbearable, throbbing pain in his head, overpowering him
until every fiber of his being demanded an end to the torture,
whether from death or...
And just like that, it was over. The
pain was gone, and with it the power he'd held for so brief a
time.
"It...worked," he gasped with relief.
Finally,
he wouldn't have to worry any longer.
"Oh?"
Daisetsu said, his sword held back behind him. "And how will you do
that?"
Sol smiled.
"Dragon
Install!"
***
To be continued...
A-votes to
Dorrin, Kalten and Jun R-vote to Daisetsu
3 A-votes, 3
R-votes remaining.
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"Psh.
Who needs those 'women' I've already groped my share once today,"
Kite chuckled to himself.
He began to hop up and down in
anticipation of his fight in the arena. Ever since he fell into this
place, he began feeling...stronger-like he could finally take
control of his problems. Kite was much stronger than his real life
self, and it felt good. "I can't wait to test this out," he
whispered.
As he began stretching, he noticed a nearby woman
dressed in ninja attire watching the battles. Her eyes seemed
intense; focusing on every detail of their fights. "My name is Jun,"
she said, not once looking away from the fight.
Kite, a bit
surprised, looked around to see if she was talking to someone
else.
"You didn't look like you were paying attention
earlier, so you probably don't know who I am." She paused a moment
while one of the fighters performed a finishing blow. "Some advice
before you fight...That bracelet. It won't work like it did in your
world."
"My bracelet?" Kite looked at his arm. "I wasn't even
sure I had it in this place...but how did you know it was
there?"
"You can't see it?" she said, grinning. "I suppose it
doesn't matter. As long as you know it's there."
Kite rubbed
his wrist and stared at her. "Eh...Thanks. I
guess."
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OOC: I'll be getting to bed early tonight,
but I should be home from school before 10 tomorrow. ^^ I'll
probably put off any arena dueling until then.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Canto II + Mirabile Visu +
Environs
"Amazing. It's so beautiful..."
It
had been so long since Alma had seen waterfalls- Zirekile Falls,
Ivalice's resident wonder in that area, was only so far from
Orbonne, but Simon had rarely let her venture out that far. The
spectacular plateau she and the other contestants now inhabited was
a marvelous one, and now she stood at the edge of the city limits,
looking over into the wide slope of one of the plateau's sides- and
the breathtaking spectacle there. She overlooked a vast, beautiful
and green- so green- forest beneath, and the mighty roar of a
waterfall above it. She marveled at the gallons upon gallons of
white water pouring down into the misty lake below, in the center of
the forest.
She steadied her staff, sighing in relief as the
cool air washed over her face. It felt so much better from the
desert- and it was certainly more welcome company than any devil.
Alma frowned at that thought, her gaze turning grim.
Lahatiel...that's what Vincent told me its name was. I
know that kind of devil- I saw others of its kind, at...at
Riovanes.
Alma shuddered- she did not want to think of
those lifeless halls. So many had died, there. The knight who'd
guarded her in the prison, the knights of Barinten...the Knight
Blade, Izlude. All had fallen at Hashmalum's claws. And then the
others. The bodies of the Archaic Demons, strewn about in the halls.
One of Ramza's soldiers had died, a young man she'd known named
Elliot. He'd been an archer, close with Charene. And beside
him...
The hulking dead skinned bloody corpse that smelled
of brimstone...
Alma put her hand to her forehead,
stomping her staff against the ground. "Out, out, out," she said,
taking deep breaths of the cool air. "Out of my head..."
Hard
to do so, though. She sighed, leaning against the rail set upon the
edge of the cliff. She was feeling stronger now- compared to the
absolute weakness and vulnerability she'd felt before, her powers
were coming back to her at a marvelous rate. After so long in that
murky Hell that was the Graveyard of Airships, Alma felt like she
was truly a girl of seventeen again. Well, eighteen in, what, two
weeks? I can't remember...Vormav wasn't the kind to keep a calendar
about.
Alma noticed her ponytail had fallen over her
shoulder. She smiled as she caught sight of the headband there, and
stroked it gently before straightening her hair again. Its touch
lingered on her fingers, and she kissed them softly. "I always
thought you'd be eighteen when I was," she whispered. "I guess that
didn't happen, but, you're watching me, aren't you? If ever there
was someone worthy of Heaven, it was you, Teta."
mm
Alma didn't go stiff this time,
but she sucked in, turning her eyes at all possible directions.
Something like a little moan in someone's throat, but...light,
crisp. Over the roar of the waterfall, it was impossible to trace,
but Alma would have recognized that grunt anywhere. She set her jaw,
closing her fingers around her staff.
So again, that fat
little demon. It wasn't a coincidence- things like that don't just
wander the desert here. That was the same kind. Vormav's spell must
have failed. I'm not bound, but there's a hole in
Hell.
"If there's any more of you, come out and face me,"
Alma said, wishing she could growl. She bunched her free hand into a
small fist, and began to focus. All the White skills she'd learned
came flowing back into her- Alma was again reminded of her power in
that area. A Master of the White Arts. All spells returned to her,
just as she'd left them...
A flutter, off to the left. Alma
whirled, bringing up her staff in an attack position. "You will not
surprise m-"
It was the ninja, Jun.
"...oops." Alma
put down her staff, wondering how many times she would be able to
make herself look stupid in the course of the tournament. As it was,
Jun wasn't even looking at her- the ninja was some ways away from
her, seated nimbly upon the railing as she gazed down at the
waterfall. Alma recalled Charene trying on ninja attire once, during
her journey with Ramza to Orbonne, and thought Jun looked very like
that. She was very pretty, too (Alma felt more than a little
unimpressive with so many beauties around, but she supposed it could
be worse).
"Sorry," Alma said, shifting a little. "I thought
you were a demon..."
Jun's head tilted, as though just
noticing the girl. "That's okay. You wouldn't believe how many times
I hear that."
"You wouldn't believe how few times I say it,"
Alma said, smiling shyly. "I'm Alma, Alma Beoulve."
"Jun."
The other woman returned the smile, but kept her gaze for the most
part on the waterfall. "Have any questions for me that don't involve
a proposition?"
Alma blinked. "Propo...oh. OH." She flushed
red, going wide-eyed. "Nooooo, no no no no no! No-nothing of the
sort-"
"I'm kidding," Jun said, flashing a tiny- if feral-
grin. "I received quite a few...entertaining queries, back there, is
all. If you have any, I'd be glad to answer."
"Ohh, I
see...questions, questions." Alma composed herself, and cast a look
about the waterfalls, holding a hand up to her hair to keep the wind
out of her face. "Ah, well...I'm really not that
specific."
"Try me."
"Ah...okay." Alma tapped her
staff against the ground, then turn-hopped back to Jun. "Let's say
there are a few monsters after you, and you've only got so much
power coming back to you because you've been ripped out of a world
where your own death was imminent and a hole got punched in Hell and
now there are all manner of ghosts and goblins and trolls and
demons- well, at least demons- coming after you, but you don't feel
like running anymore. What do you do?"
Jun chuckled. "Not
that specific, you said?"
"Well..."
"I see. All
right." Jun clasped her hands together over her knee, finally
looking at Alma out of the corner of her eye. "When you can't run
anymore, what else can you do but fight?"
Alma winced. "My
spells aren't...really designed for that. I heal and I protect, I
don't often fight..."
"A mage who doesn't know basic attack
magic?" Jun cocked an eyebrow. "That's hard to believe. Come on,
surely you know something."
"I'm...well, I do, I guess," Alma
said, gesturing to her staff. "I learned some basic black magic,
only because I had to study it at the monastery. I also learned how
to summon a few things, but I've never tried the aggressive ones
out..." She scuffed her foot. "Though, there is one spell I know
that can harm."
Jun tilted her head. "That would
be?"
"Holy."
"Ah. I've heard of that magic," Jun said.
"It taxes your body a lot, doesn't it?"
Alma nodded. "Quite
so. When I first tried it, it depleted all my
power."
"I'd imagine." Jun hopped down from the railing-
silently, Alma noticed- and paced over to her. She stopped about a
foot from Alma and looked her over, her brow knit in scrupulous
concentration. "Hmm...and you're not built for physical combat, I
see."
"Not really...though I'm okay with this." Alma lifted
up her staff. "But all this does is heal at a touch. See?" She
reached over and tapped Jun's shoulder with the amethyst at the top,
and it came away sparkling with curative purple light.
Jun
nodded, her gaze understanding. "You're a rare find. You're quick to
aid and yet slow to fight..." She tapped her finger against her
lower lip in thought. "Maybe...try this. There are several martial
arts dojos- schools- all over the city. There's one in
particular, though. It's the Oujin Brotherhood school. They are
monks, who practice basic hand-to-hand waza, but in
particular, they're devoted to the study of
chakra."
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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"Chakra?" Alma asked. "Waza? Oujin Monk?
That's more Nipanese than I know!"
Jun laughed. "Don't worry,
you'll recognize it- it's the only dojo that has 'brotherhood' in
their banner. Yes, chakra. It is energy that flows within all
of us, and thus is connected to your magic. It can gather at any and
all parts of the human body, and when released, you can adapt it to
any skill you know." She gestured to herself. "A ninja like me
focuses it into attacks, but if you seek them out, they can teach
you a core point of chakra- self-restoration."
Alma
slowly nodded. "I think I understand...why would that help,
though?"
"Because chakra requires no magic power, as
your spells do," Jun said. "Allow me to demonstrate." She placed her
palms together, her forefingers and thumbs pointing against each
other. Her flat stomach sucked in with a deep breath, and she closed
her eyes, her voice deepening and seeming to echo. "Seishin
Toitsu!"
Alma felt a buzz run through her head. It was
there for a nanosecond before it disappeared, but she saw it- a
bright blue oval of light expanding, then sinking into Jun's body.
The female ninja's supple muscles tightened and then relaxed, and
she brought her hands back to her sides, her eyes opening again.
"See? That's the simplest version of it- very easy to learn. An
instructor will explain it to you better than I."
"That's
amazing!" Alma beamed, already aching to try it. "It will restore my
magic power?"
Jun nodded. "Yes. And it will cure minor
wounds, as well- again, it is the power of self-restoration. Also,
if anyone is very close by to you, the chakra will energize
them as well. Think of it as a bubble. You won't be able to do much
at first, but practice and it will intensify."
That'll
save me some time if anyone else is hurt. Alma curtsied once,
and deep. "Thank you! I mean, atigarou!"
Jun chuckled
a bit. "That's arigato."
"Oh, um, that too!" Alma
hopped back to her feet, smiling brightly. "Thanks! See you soon,
Miss Jun!" She curtsied again, then turned from the female ninja and
the waterfall, rushing towards the town.
Oujin
Brotherhood, chakra, power of self-restoration...it amazes me how
little I know, after all. Ramza, Deruta, Agrias, Uncle Cid, Tim-
they must have all known of these things. I bet even Zalbag and
Marquis Elmdor knew how to do these things, and Lord knows what
Shizumaru, a Nipanese man, knows of it. She felt soured as she
ran. I guess I really am just a sheltered Cleric girl. I wish I
could know more. Maybe then I'd know how to deal with...with all
this.
Her hairband brushed against her neck. Alma perked
up a bit, and her face turned determined. I'll see that to an
end, too. I'll learn- and then I'll learn more, until I know how to
stop these devils. Shizumaru, Vincent, Mr. Chipp, Vice and
Mature...Ramza...I won't be a burden to them
anymore!
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Come forward.
Yes, I know you. You are one of the strongest- twisted, arrogant,
brazen and greedy. Yet you are of great power, unlike Lahatiel. You
know the truth, do you not, my precious? The powerless fall and the
powerful rise, and what power is more valued on earth than money?
Men believe that wealth can serve as strength, and therefore grant
them any desire. Any. And you exploit this- you exploit the power
they so believe in, the neverending thirst they have for it. The
controlling are, in turn, controlled.
I invoke you, Immortal
Rofocale- he who with a coin can shatter the sword of an
angel.
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1 R-Vote to Shizumaru 1
R-Vote to Dorrin 1 R-Vote to Opera
(Shakespeare~)
Ability of the Round - White Magic! In
her time with Ramza, Alma mastered the White Mage job class,
learning how to heal wounds, shield from harm, and even revive the
fallen. This is the ultimate curative class, and complements her
Holy Magic nicely. Though it is a path dedicated to healing, don't
take it lightly- its most powerful skill, Holy, can obliterate the
undead and cause immense damage to demonic creatures. This is too
long to describe, but its primary spells are Cure, Protect, Shell,
Reraise, Regen, Esuna, and Holy.
6 A-Votes 1 R-Vote Lv.
1 Special
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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K' -- KOF
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The
noise generated by the enormous crowd of the Arena was almost
deafening as K’ and King had entered the large battlefield. Several
warriors and gladiators were already lying on the ground—they had
died due to a massive loss of blood. It was evident with all the
thick, red liquid that was on the ground that consisted of soft dirt
and silt. A shadow of a large figure loomed over K’ as he took his
gaze off the battle that was taking place. K’ turned sideways to
face a legionnaire wielding a hammer almost as large as himself. K’
gave a quick glance behind him and saw that King was already
occupied herself, fending off several contestants. The warrior
knocked K’ down as he was caught off guard. Landing forcefully on
the solid ground, the impact caused a mound of dirt to elevate in
the air. The armored gladiator grinned, already thinking that he had
won. With a roar, the man swung his hammer down. The steel hammer
collided against the floor of the arena and caused ruptures on the
surface—yet another cloud of dirt and earth rose above in the air
distorting the vision of the warrior. The dust and sand settled and
revealed nothing, not a hint of blood nor a body. “Where do you
think you looking at? I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”
K’ said laughing hysterically, “With movements as slow as that, I’m
surprised you’re actually still alive. I figured Falcon or Ky had
already dealt with incompetent idiots like you.”
The
gladiator stood shocked and speechless. K’ let out a breath and set
his hand aflame with the Kusanagi. He dashed towards the gladiator
and grasped the steel hammer with the hand that was burning with
immense heat. The large figure dropped the weapon as his hands were
scorched from the hot temperatures building within the weapon. “Now,
I suggest you leave. You’ve no chance against any of us.” K’ said
with a smirk.
His hands still burning, K’ scanned the area
for Setsuna. After all, it was the only reason K’ was here. With all
the commotion he had caused in the D.H.C. Bar, it was the least he
could do for his so called “look alike”. K’ spotted him, not that it
was too difficult. Setsuna stuck out from the other competitors –
pale hair, wielding a blade, and sprawling on the ground with the
wounds he had suffered. K’ was irritated, “Damn it… I’ll see to it I
duel another day, Setsuna.”
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
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Daisuke7777, your attacking and reversing votes are
halved since you are focused. Anyway, this section happens before
Lantis's and Daisuke7777's last posts:
King Chapter 2: Deathing Queen Section
2
"You there!" King shouted at Jun with her
manliest voice, much louder than she had intended.
"Yes?" Jun
replied politely, seemingly ignoring King's volume.
"Um..."
King began, slightly embrassed already due to her slight
incompentence. "Yes. I heard from a friend that you would be
answering questions."
"Yes. What can I help you
with?"
"I was wondering three things," King paused to hold up
three fingers of her gloved (which has no fingers) right hand.
"First, I was wondering if you could tell me why you could tell me
why I turned invisible yesterday?"
"It must have been my
ability..." Jun said, though mostly to herself.
"What? You
mean did that too me? Why?!" King frantically asked, her voice
become a bit womanly again.
"No, no." Jun shook her head. She
begun to explain, "It was my ability, meaning that since you could
use it, and I'm assuming you still can, you're one of
mine."
"Yours?" King again cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes,
you see," she stopped as she noticed King's odd facial expression at
the word see, also noticing that it was slightly sardonic.
"Well, of course you don't," Jun continued sympathetically.
"I mean that Daisetsu said that you sponsor have a certain
compatibility of sorts with us. Therefore, I'm deducing that since
you could use one of my abilities, that means your drawn closest to
me."
"O. Kay..." King said quizzically, obviously still not
understanding what Jun was saying.
"I could explain it more,"
Jun offered.
"That's okay," King replied, holding hands up,
signalling Jun to stop. "I have more important things in
mind."
"Then ask please," Jun tersely
responded.
"Okay, number two..."
"Don't you mean
three?" Jun interject, now being slightly sardonic herself as she
held up two fingers to symbolize the last two
question.
"Um... That last one wasn't really a question, and
it's not like I honestly understood what you were talking about,"
King answered.
"I see. Go on."
"Yes, number two. How
did I turn invisible?"
"You must have wanted yourself to be
invisible. Did you want to be invisible yesterday?"
"Y-yes,"
King stuttered, remembering that damned incident with the stocky yet
well-built battle-mage Dorrin yesterday. "But
how?"
"Oh," Jun said, realizing King's true question.
"Magic."
Oh great. That damned thing bites me in the ass
again.
"I guess that makes sense..."
"And your
last question?" Jun rather quickly asked.
"Oh yes...." King
paused, suspended in thought. Should I ask her how Vice and
Mature are here? No. I doubt she would know. Or else she answers
with "Magic." again. Let's make it more useful for than
that.
"And how would I do again?" King continued,
thinking that she could use it as advantage against K' and anyone
else she encountered later. "Without feeling the need to want to go
cower in some hole and die?"
"Hmmm..." Jun herself stopped to
ponder in thought. She tapped her chin.
"Seeing as how you
seemed to have not used magic before," she continued, "I will tell
you that the simplest way of becoming invisible is to merely will
yourself to be such. However, for the less magically inclined, it
will probably take a lot of willpower, concentration, and the need
to stand still."
King sighed. How the hell am I supposed
to stand still during a battle. Perhaps it isn't that use then.
King sighed once more before saying, "Well thank you for
answering those questions."
"It's alright."
"Anyway,
I'll see you later I suppose." With that King dashed off towards the
arena.
And though she could not see it, something inhuman
stirred in Jun's eyes as she watched her leave.
"Anyone
else?"
****
"Wait up K'!" King shouted. She had
finally made it to the arena, just to see K' standing at the end
what looked like the one of the entrances to the actual fighting
area itself.
"So, you finally came did you now? I thought you
weren't going to particpate out of sheer horror, King." K' said
sardonically.
"Har har, K' -- So, we doing this or what?"
King asked.
She noticed K''s attentioned was turned to sword
battle at hand, with that creep and one of the guys she had bumped
into from yesterday.
So they're both fighters... She
thought as she looked on.
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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quote:
Daisuke7777, your attacking and reversing votes are halved
since you are focused.
I noticed changed it beforehand
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“So?”
Vice asked, turning to face Mature with a grin, “What do you think?”
The two were standing outside the city’s large fighting arena. The
instant they had heard of the place they had headed straight for it,
eager to get rid of some pent-up tension via some good old-fashioned
violence. Vice was particularly eager to get into the arena, craving
to once more feel bones breaking in her grip.
Mature, on the
other hand, was oddly distracted. Somewhere back in the desert town
the two assassins had gotten separated from the girl Alma. Vice
hadn’t particularly cared, but Mature was upset at the disappearance
of her potential protégé. “Looks promising,” she said, “But
personally I’d rather look for Alma.”
“That girl again?” Vice
laughed. “You should get over her already. She’s nothing
special.”
“Maybe not to you,” the blonde replied, “But I see
potential in her. There’s a real killer inside that angelic little
shell. And I want to bring it out.”
“Fine.” Vice said, an
angry tone detectable in her voice. “Go. Try and convert the little
brat. I’ll be here having fun when you give up.” The brunette
haughtily cleared her throat then walked away towards the entrance
to the arena. Mature shrugged and headed off in the opposite
direction, looking for Alma.
Vice and Mature (well
technically just Vice) are entering the arena. I am
not FOCUSing. :P
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The Night Beckons...
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In this entry....
-Mal'Ganis
talks with Jun and stops by the Arena. -He's going to spectate...
heh. Although he's brought some friends along for the two-on-two
matches.
Reasonably obscure StarCraft and WC3 quotes in
this one. Name the units whose quotes I borrowed in this one; get an
R-vote.
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Mal'Ganis was still somewhat stunned,
resting by the altar, meditating and focusing his psychic powers
again; while he-- and presumably all the other sacrificial lambs for
the campaign Kalten had been thinking of-- was transported
elsewhere. Mal'Ganis listened intently as Daisetsu, somewhat
changed, and quite colder now.
The demon found a newfould
sense of respect for the swordsman. Perhaps he can be deceived.
Perhaps he can be led down the dark path... and once he goes,
forever will it dominate his destiny. ...and he'll get dental.
They've made a great deal of progress in arranging matters for the
convenience of non-demon members.
Mal'Ganis nodded toward
Daisetsu as he finished speaking; and made his way over to Jun. He
watched, bemused; as she easily took down a massive grey-skinned
brute-- his mind was quite difficult to read; and very crowded-- and
answered a few other questions before she was alone, and then the
Dreadlord approached her.
"Lady Jun. You're looking well." He
spread his wings out and bowed.
"Thank you, Mal'Ganis.
You're, um, looking... well...."
"I am a demon, Lady Jun. You
needn't downplay that. ...I must apologize for giving you that
sculpture. In retrospect you would likely have little need for it,
considering you will be spending much of your future in combat."
I certainly hope this is the appropriate level of civility when
dealing with a female mortal. This charade is getting difficult
to--
"No, no; it's fine." she offered, waving a hand,
bound with a ninja-style deflector gauntlet, dismissively. "It was
very nice."
"But not exactly functional. Again; my error. If
you need anything else from me, Lady Jun, do not be afraid to ask."
He forced himself to smile; Jun grinned back. "Ah, well. I believe
I'll be examining the Coliseum. Good day."
He bowed again;
this time, Jun offered a sort of bow herself. "I appreciate that,
Mal'Ganis."
"Think nothing of it, Lady Jun." Think instead
to the moment when I rend your soul from your screaming body-- a
very nice body, I grant-- and use it to power my revenge against an
entire army of demons!
"Did you say something?" she
asked, blinking. "I could've sworn--"
"No, ah, nothing at
all, Lady Jun. Again; I bid you good
day."
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Mal'Ganis the Desecrater stalked to the
Coliseum. It wasn't difficult to find; massive, built in the
Classical human style, and a number somewhere between a swarm and a
throng gathered in and around the place to watch the bloody
games.
He walked through the archways and down into a kiosk
where registrations were being held. A young mortal male, likely in
his late teens; was, to Mal'Ganis's satisfaction, aghast at having
to sign in two contestants for a two-on-two team battle, although
neither were there; and neither was Mal'Ganis. ...in fact, he
thought, incredulous; their names were Mahannarin the Slayer
and Sabane the Bleak, and further, the charming although
remarkably pale demonic entity explained, should probably be ranked
with the biggest and strongest competitors available, if such
bracketing arrangements were possible.
Mal'Ganis was nearly
delighted to hear that, no; in general teams were paired up without
regard to the equality of their members. Better for the crowds to
see the occasional total annihilation in an afternoon of tense
matches, the mortal explained; and Mal'Ganis was inclined to
agree.
The Dreadlord took his ticket-- the boy, with the aid
of a slight psychic push, had given him front-row seats-- and rather
than go straight to the floor of the arena stands instead snuck into
one of the underground dungeons. He would rather not have anyone see
him summon Mahannarin and Sabane.
Because they were a pair of
giant, nine-feet-tall, half-ton, incredibly strong Doomguards.
Complete with plate fellsteel armor and flame scimitars.
As
both materialized into the material plane-- in much the same way
Noctithicus had; blood-red images slowly coalescing into a horrific
whole-- they knelt before Mal'Ganis.
"Favored reaver of the
Nathrezim!"
"Someone call for an
exterminator?"
Mal'Ganis grinned wickedly. "Rise, demons. You
will have your fun today. Kill and fight, and provide your master
with his fill of souls."
The demonic trio ascended up the
stairs; Mal'Ganis pointed out the entryway for the Doomguards,
whereupon he himself went back to the kiosk; it was a faster means
of reaching the stands than going all the way around from
underground.
Then his mind suddenly caught another presence.
One powerful, countless ages old, diabolical in source... Mal'Ganis
strained his eyes to see who outside the arena, just passing by;
could've possibly contained a presence that powerful.
It was
a teenage human girl. Dressed-- of all things-- in the garments that
hinted of some foreign religious
order.
....
...I... wow. Now I've seen
everything.
Nevertheless Mal'Ganis didn't want to pass up
this chance, and again cut through the crowd back to the ticket
stand.
"Oh, you again, Sir? What can I help you
with?"
"Yes... if she," Mal'Ganis explained, pointing out the
girl walking by, trying, it seemed; to not look at the place of
battle, "...comes in, give her the seat next to mine. Thank
you."
---
Mal'Ganis had watched with some anticipation
as the first few battles, so far all one-on-ones; elapsed. He
recognized many of his rivals fighting, but one in particular caught
his eye.
The Dreadlord had been successful in taking the
souls of every warrior that had been killed up to that point. Yet
when one mortal-- the Sorcerer, Mal'Ganis remembered-- slew
his enemy, he took its soul.
Mal'Ganis was the first
to rise on his feet and applaud the mortal, now introduced as one
"Shang Tsung," on his victory. The man locked eyes with the demon;
and Mal'Ganis sent but one thought straight into his
mind.
Your soul... is mine.
The Sorcerer
grinned from below, and, in way of reply; flicked his wrist, which
glowed with a sudden green, vampiric; light. Mal'Ganis applauded
again... then suddenly stopped as Shang Tsung replied, through the
mindlink.
That's my line. He bowed to Mal'Ganis and
left, the slain pirate forgotten.
---
Two
Doomguards are now entered in the two-on-two team events.
They're there to win souls for Mal'Ganis. Feel free to fight them in
a team match or one of them separately; although they're pretty
powerful-- I described how big they were in there; and they're
extremely strong, plus can cast Cripple (slows a target and weakens
its attack; lasts about ten seconds), Dispel Magic
(self-explanatory), Warstomp (a physical attack that, of course;
stomps the ground and stuns enemies), and Rain of Fire (it burns!
Comes in six waves; not particularly strong, unless you're readily
flammable).
Casts Vanish. Mal'Ganis is using a great
deal of stealth.
"As you can see, your people are now mine. I
will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of
Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis
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