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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto V + Sine Qua Non + Our
Bond
"Haa...I'm all right, don't worry." Alma wasn't,
but she tugged her mantle around her shoulders all the same, wincing
only a little. The gash in her chest had healed- Kashell was a man
of honor, it seemed- but still the cold ran from there to the pit of
her stomach. The headache she'd suddenly grown was likewise causing
her to droop, the drowsiness and the pain all setting in. This odd
city and its denizens were a far cry from anything she'd ever dealt
with.
They can't be good for...'her',
either.
"Well, this can't be good," Mint said, and Alma
nearly jumped, thinking for a moment that her thoughts were being
projected. "Four attractive young ladies out on the cold, dank
street...we should find some cover, yes!"
Alma chuckled,
swaying a little closer to Mature for whatever reason. The slightly
older woman had a warm presence- somewhat like Shizumaru's, or
Elmdor's, or even Charene's. It certainly helped the pain dissipate.
Mature offered a comforting smile, looking quite pretty in her
kimono (where had that come from), as did Vice, but the
brunette still didn't meet Alma's eyes. For Alma, it was like having
Zalbag and Dycedarg as sisters.
...oh, dear, I think I'd
rather be trapped in a room with some spiky-headed man rambling
about his power levels for 96 half-hours.
Alma shook her
head clear of the thought, tapping her staff against the ground.
"Ahaha! Well then, I think I saw an old cathedral not far from
here...maybe if we go there we'll find out where we are, mm? I
didn't see Daisetsu or anyone when we warped here..."
"Hey!
Hey you, pretty ladies!"
Alma looked over her shoulder- at
one corner of the far street, there was a man with blonde spiky
hair, decked out in dirty clothes with a red jacket and baggy blue
jeans, a tattoo on one side of his face. He rushed over, calling to
them- "hey, wait up, my name's Zel-"
-and he tripped in the
street, landing flat on his face. He jerked once as a trickle of
blood ran out from under his nose, and then went very still,
occasionally jerking.
"...you know, I'm sure he's fine, but I
get the feeling that even my magic wouldn't cure the heads of the
people here," Alma said, scratching her head. "I get the feeling
that you're right, Mint, so if anyone asks, I'm a very effeminate
but insanely dangerous swordsman, okay?"
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W00t,
crap post complete. This is just a stepping stone, though- I'm sure
I'll write something with a little more meaning later on, and then
you'll see the Ability of the Round. XD;
Alma uses
Concentrated Heal, sending 2 R-Votes each to Shizumaru, Testament,
and Mint
1 R-Vote to Yuri Hyuga 1 R-Vote to
Shizumaru
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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Suddenly, the skies of Nantos dimmed and flickered, as
if they were like a candle caught in the wind. The light that seemed
to be sunlight gradually returned to normal, so the citizens weren't
very alarmed at the sight. For the candidates, however, it meant a
lot as the strange effect that was tampering with their
personalities immediately vanished. As the majority of them came to
their senses, a large red flare of energy could be seen in the
distance, near the castle. Everyone knew what that
signified.
"Ugh, I think I'm going to have a migraine." Jun
rubbed her temples, walking out of a nearby building with Daisetsu.
"It makes sense that Time-Manipulation jutsu would disable the
generator, but the backlash is testing my capacity."
Daisetsu
gave her a sidelong glance, then looked back at the smoking
warehouse that had held the source of their antagonism. It seems
that taking Kalten had been some kind of bait, and that the
Archbishop wanted to mess around by disrupting the energy flux that
tied them to the candidates. Although at this point it means
little... It won't take long before they become independent entities
of us. Question is, exactly when is that going to happen? And how
much power will they gain inbetween? "In any case, I've called
everyone we warped here to this spot."
Jun glanced at him
with tight eyes, then nodded. However, her voice failed to represent
how she was feeling--likely because she didn't want him to know.
"Why can't you be a little less... tense sometimes, Dai? You act
like the most casual man in the world even in situations like this,
but you're always wound up."
You know already, Jun. But
maybe I can try that. When I know everyone else is safe. Maybe I can
smile again and not fear the reprecussions someday. "Someday,
Jun. Someday I'll do that. And you know what?"
"Eh?" She
noticed he was smiling now.
screw it, i've got much bigger
things to regret"You'll be the first one to know."
She
smiled in return, and turned to a blonde candidate that had just
arrived.
"Lady Jun? This is from
Mal'Ganis..."
"..."
She tucked the letter under her
chainmail, just under her busom. "A letter... I'll read it later."
Her expression was peculiar.
Daisetsu cocked his head at her,
but said nothing.
"Oy! You guys!"
Dorrin came rumbling
in, finishing off a jug of sake. The battle-cleric had kept quite a
few of the jugs with him on the journey, although no-one could say
where he got them from. He tossed the jug casually to the side, and
grinned.
"At least these humans know ONE good thing to do;
brew. Good stuff, good stuff!" He roared heartily, and paused.
"'cuse me." He ran off past the corner, and the sound of several
people making noises of disgust followed. Jun and Daisetsu both
facepalmed.
He returned quickly, but his eyes had drastically
lost that drunken gleam he was known for, replaced with a serious
look. "This is it. I'm pretty sure we all have a good assumption of
what's waiting at the Sanctum entrance... and with Kalten out of
commission, we'll have to rely on our summoned for the
legwork."
Daisetsu looked up wistfully. "What I'd give to
hear his obnoxious voice berating everyone right now..."
Jun
rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right."
They all shared a laugh for a
moment, and then moved to the gates.
"The key to the magic
barrier..." Dorrin trailed off, because Daisetsu's eyes had already
chilled, his hands moving in an complicated pattern, switching into
different set positions as he stared intently at the
walls.
"ten, sou, ken, shi, sen, raku..."
Jun
was already following a similar set of hand movements, although her
voice echoed out in a counterpoint to Daisetsu's own, speaking when
he finished his own words as both of their incantations echoed, and
overlapped.
"zen, kage, mizu, yuki, gan,
gen..."
Daisetsu's body flashed red momentarily as he
pushed his hands forward, as if an unseen weight hindered them, his
fingers interlocking into the final seal.
"RYU!"
Jun
followed, her body blazing cerulean for a brief
moment.
"HOU!"
"Katou, Mizu: Honou Batsu no
Jutsu!"
The gates began to flash with some strange form
of energy, then expunged steam, turning black. A moment later, they
fell over as if they were the lightest objects in the world,
shattering into thousands of brittle fragments as they did so. An
unseen force around the entire building flashed into existence, then
faded from sense and view.
Jun looked at Daisetsu with
suprise. "How do you know the hand seals?"
Daisetsu scratched
the top of his nose. "I trained with your father for a few years.
Long story, and one I'd care not to remember. Shall we get
going?"
Dorrin yawned. "Finally. Spouting all that
gobbldegook is really boring if you ask me... on the other hand, it
does seem to come in useful
sometimes."
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Playing opposites time is over,
for most of you anyway. Some people will still have lingering
effects(namely those who want to stay the way they are for whatever
reason), but everyone will be back to normal by the time they cross
the palace gates like Daisetsu and co. have done. The Required Boss
time nears.
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:19
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 5:5 -
Go!
The
explosion said it all.
It was time to act.
Ky's
personal business for the day was over, now was the time to fulfil
the reason he'd been brought here, and in doing so, maybe he could
redeem some of what he had lost here today...
Ky set out for
the gates, Fuuraiken held at the ready. Who knew what would come
next...
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(Very short post of 'look, Ky's
there')
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:23
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Sorry
for not posting sooner, writers block, and some fried food that made
me feel really weird for most of the day.
Anyway's... _________________________________________
"And....
I guess we're in the den of the enemy." Jason stated, recording the
sights and sounds of Nantos with his digital camera. Due to being
carried off by Zio in Darkke'an, and the constant state of battle in
Soulis'en, he had recorded absolutely nothing in the past two days.
"Surprisingly pleasant here, considering that Dais-.... our hosts
said these people were the enemy."
"Stupid! Don't mention
Daisetsu here! Odd's are he's Naclos' most wanted. Saying his name
could get you thrown in the jail!"
"God, this is
embarrasing....." Vader meowed. The strange atmosphere of Nantos had
altered his form into that of a small white kitten. "I'm being
carried around in your left hand like helpless baby, and I have the
worst urge to go and give myself a tongue bath!"
"Don't cough
up a hairball, Va- OW!" Jason yelped as Vader sunk his teeth and
clawsinto his friend's arm.
"Don't even kid about that!" The
dog/cat hissed."Just put me in the P.E.R.C.. I can't stand people
looking at me with disgust!"
"No one's looking at you in
disgust, Vader." Jason, thought. "If you insist. In you go."
Stuffing the kitty into bag, Jason noticed one building emanating
choir music. Deciding that recording some of this world's culture
would be nice for Professor Ruffleberg. -----
Oh Lord,
please don't burn us,
Don't grill or toast your
flock,
Don't put us on the barbecue,
Or simmer us in
stock,
Don't braise or bake or boil us,
Or stir-fry us
in a wok...
"...What kind of hymn is this?!" Jason
muttered. He stood by the entrance, careful not to disturb the
already disturbing mass.
Oh please don't lightly poach
us,
Or baste us with hot fat,
Don't fricassee or roast
us,
Or boil us in a vat,
And please don't stick thy
servants Lord,
In a Rotissomat...
The opening song
ended, and the chaplain droned on about various community events
ranging from a fish fry, to an An'ven burning in town square, to the
new daycare facilities the church offered. Jason felt his IQ
starting to slip.
"Let us praise God." The chaplain said. "Oh
Lord..."
"Oh Lord..." The congregation replied.
"Oooh
you are so big..."
"Oooh you are so big..." They repeated
again.
"So absolutely huge."
"So ab - solutely
huge."
"Gosh, we're all really impressed down here I can tell
you." The chaplain continued, trying and failing to sound
enthusiastic.
"Gosh, we're all really impressed down here I
can tell you."
"Forgive Us, O Lord, for this dreadful
toadying."
"And barefaced flattery." The congregation
followed up.
"But you are so strong and, well, just so
super."
"Fan - tastic."
"That's it. I'm outta
here." Jason thought, slipping out the front door. "Note to
self: delete recordings of mass from digital
camera." ---- "Now where to..." Jason asked himself. He
wandered throughout Nantos, ignoring the noises from the chapels he
passed by. "No way I'm getting suckered into going in
another...wait."
His attention was brought to yet another
church, one half wrecked, with familiar face walking out its front
door.
"Holy..." Jason thought. He approached the man,
readying a Super Heal formula to repair his thrashed body. "Ky! What
the heck happened to
you?!" _________________________________________________
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R-Vote to Ky Kiske(Baka)!
First one to guess what movie I got
that church scene from get's my other R-Vote(or for fallen or
sidekicks, where they want it sent). It's not that hard of a
question, so if you know it, Drop what you're doing and
post!
Edit: Ack! Let's say for story reasons, this came
before Kyo and Baka's posts.
.......What?
You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk
nyuk!
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Meanwhile, Testament and Zio are busily spreading the
enlightening truths of peace, love, and celibacy to anyone who's
willing to listen...right now, they're speaking to an unlucky
inhabitant of the city who looks like he's ready to chew his arm off
to get away.
"You gotta feel the love, man. Look
around...it's a groovin' day! The city's happenin', the people are
happenin', everything's just...just..."
"
"Happenin'?""
"Uh...yeah. That's the word, man. So
what do you think, man?"
The man looks around
frantically.
"Er...yes...I'll have to get back to
you."
"That's cool, man."
"...right."
He starts
to edge away, then starts to walk quickly, breaking into a run as
soon as he's out of sight. Testament and Zio, still clad in her
white robes, are searching for some new person to enlighten...and
then, the sky seemed to flicker. Testament and Zio both stop dead in
their tracks.
"..."
"..."
Testament twitches;
Zio shrieks in horror, hurling off her robes and looking
horrified.
"Testament-sama! Did I just spend an ENTIRE DAY
preaching celibacy?! EEEEEEEKKKKK!!"
"...I just spent a day
being nice to humans. I feel...violated. Someone...is going to PAY
FOR THIS!!"
"Damn straight, Testament-sama!"
Zio
morphs back to raven form, perching on Testament's shoulder.
Testament stalks off, looking most
displeased.
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Edit:: Curley, the movie is "Monty
Python's The Meaning of Life".
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K' -- KOF
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"What
a ride.. what a god damn ride..." K' muttered to himself throwing
his pack of candy away.
He began rubbing his temples, trying
to find relief from the throbbing headache he had. His "other" side
of himself and subsided and began gradually fading away, although,
occasionally he would thoughtlessly give a wink or smile. "Being
chosen as one with 'potential' has been a pain in the ass. I can't
believe I actually feel homesick." K' muttered.
Feeling sick
from all the consumption of candy, K' pulled out a cigarette and set
it in his mouth. "Need a light?" Someone said from behind.
He
turned around to face Sol. "Sure, why the hell not."
Sol gave
a faint smile and placed his hand near the cigarrete K' had. He
snapped his fingers; flames instigated for a brief moment lighting
the cigarette.
"Thanks." K' said eyeing the man with
interest.
'So, this has to be one of the competitors
chosen by the artifacts. He has an intriguing power--the ability to
create fire at will, something I haven't seen except from Kyo
Kusanagi... and myself.'
"No problem." Sol replied back
who also was taking a smoke.
K' was turning several things
over in his mind. Namely this man he had just run into. "Name's K',
yours?"
"Sol. Sol Badguy."
A red flare erupted in the
sky before their conversation could go any further. The Lords had
summoned them once again. The two men eyed each other with a smirk
and headed off towards Daisetsu's
gateway. -------------------------------- Status:
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And
Dry31 is our big winner!
1 R-Vote to
Testament(Dry31)!
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~The
Night Comes Down~ Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track 4
Quickening
his pace a little as his view of the massive gates of the castle
improved, Sol glanced up at the night sky. From a fading late
afternoon immediately to night, and yet there was still plenty of
light, little sense though he knew that made.
The Gear shook
his head.
It's a strange world. Who cares?
The
castle was his target now.
Motioning to K', the two men
walked on.
Having mostly taken back alleys to avoid running
across anyone else tonight, Sol was understandably surprised when
the girl in green, Rydia the summoner, stepped out from around the
corner, her eyes focused on the castle. She didn't notice Sol until
the bounty hunter spoke.
"Hell of a night, eh,
kid?"
She jumped a little, then smiled. "I suppose it is. You
going my way?"
Taking another long drag from his cigarette,
Sol nodded, then coughed.
"Heh, don't choke on us, Sol," K'
joked.
Bah, what brand is this,
anyway?
"Er...yeah. K', Rydia, Rydia, K'."
"Nice
to meet you," Rydia said, and K' nodded in return.
Geh,
how many lost puppies do I have to take care of,
anyway?
Much to the bounty hunter's surprise, Rydia
reached out to take his hand as the three continued
walking.
"Been fighting again, Sol?" the young summoner asked
after a moment, nodding to indicate the tears across the front of
his shirt.
"Yeah, guess you could say that."
There was
silence for a time.
Then, as they stepped up to the gates of
the castle, Rydia spoke once more.
"It's a horrible thing,
fighting...let's make sure we end it as soon as we can."
K'
raised an eyebrow, then nodded reluctantly.
Sol took another
puff on the cigarette, then let it fall from his lips.
In
fact, let's end it here.
*******
And that's it
from me tonight. Back tomorrow. 
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The Magician Reversed
Killburndestroyshredtearintopiecesannhilate
Amethyst
struggled along, leaning against nearby buildings whenever the voice
in his mind threatened to overwhelm him.
No! This shall NOT happen! These people deserve our
protection!
INCINERATE
Get the
FUCK out of our head. You're starting to piss me
off.
It'sbegunit'sbegunyourendisclosewanttokillwanttode stroy
Blue-green
sparks flared around Amethyst's form as he raised one hand towards a
woman and child walking along on the street opposite
him.
NO!
The desire to slaughter everyone
around him faded for a moment, and Amethyst relaxed his mental
control only slightly. In that instant, the force struck like a
hammer. Blue and Rouge uttered piercing mental screams as they were
subsumed in a flood of pure power. The figure of the mage bent
double for a moment, then straightened, hair rising from his head
like a crown of gold. His eyes opened, blazing red.
"DEATH." A flaming black card appeared in his
hand and he lowered it to waist level, spinning slowly on one foot.
He whipped the card across his body, and a plane of force followed
it, spreading out to encompass the nearby people. As it passed them,
they paused for a moment as if stunned, then slowly, oh so slowly,
the top halves of their bodies slid free of the lower halves, blood
oozing slowly across the ground.
Amethyst cackled gleefully,
then stopped, head raised, seeming to sniff the air.
They have been summoned. We can go... and
slay.
Reaching one hand under his robes, the mage
touched the armored breastplate beneath. Luminous feathered wings
sprouted from the back of his robes, and in a swirl of wind, he took
to the skies. Only a ripple in the spreading pool of blood and a
single luminous feather remained to identify the perpetrator of the
scene of slaughter. Within a few minutes, the feather vanished in a
spark of light, the ripple long gone.
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Whew, that
took longer than I thought. And it's probably still crappy. Anyway.
Amethyst the Destroyer will be heading towards the battlegrounds by
air.
R-vote to Mal'Ganis the Decorator- er...
Desecrator.
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The Night Beckons...
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In this entry....
-Mal'Ganis?
Mortal? Hahahahahaha. Hah. Heh. -The battle of souls begins in
earnest when Shang Tsung and Mal'Ganis
clash.
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Who am I trying to fool? I am a
Desecrater. One of the best.
And I am in a city full of
churches.
It does not require an Archmage to figure this
out.
Mal'Ganis strode away from the Poring's Lap,
searching for the nearest church. His hooves pounded into the
unpaved road underneath him. He paused, sighed, and conjured a pair
of horseshoe-like shields for his feet. Then he stalked
dramatically toward "Ye Olde Churche," which he had seen before; a
few blocks hence.
"Ye Olde." It puts me to mind of old
Bishop Faol. He couldn't write in simple Azerothian
either.
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The demon had expected the building to
be quiet, full of dutifully worshipping parishioners who would put
up no real opposition to him. Instead he was greeted with the sight
of his old rival-in-SOULS, Shang Tsung, helping himself to the
harvest-- of a group of zealous mortals armed with a antique, yet
still very sharp guillotine, and apparently nothing else. Two
already lay dead and their blood yet dripped from the sorcerer's
Chinese blade.
Mal'Ganis approached, calling his Pitlord's
twinblade into his hands wordlessly. Shang Tsung heard his ascent up
the slight grade of the street, and glanced over his
shoulder.
"So you have come. For the SOULS, I take
it?"
The light in Mal'Ganis's eyes flickered. "Yes, Sorcerer.
I must feast... on SOULS."
Tsung levelled his blade toward
the seemingly-helpless crowd. "Will you fight me for them, demon?
Will you take their SOULS before I can? Or shall we work together,
as you had once agreed?"
Mal'Ganis smirked. "You have done me
my favor without my asking, as you have drawn so many SOULS into
yourself, and also have driven away many that may have threatened
me. Now... your SOULS shall become mine."
One of the older
men from the church, who was tall, red-faced, and somewhat
overweight, and possessing a loud voice; called-- rather,
"hollered," in his case-- "Don't we get a say in this?"
"No!"
snapped demon and Sorcerer at once, and the deacon looked
crestfallen.
"Are you sure? 'cause I really think you should
pay attention before you kill anyone else,
Preacher."
Confident as always, Shang Tsung raised an
eyebrow. "Oh. Is that so?"
Click.
clickclickclickclickclick.
"...by Shao Khan's soul...."
he whispered as four dozen crossbows, repeating crossbows, swords,
knives, spears, hammers, maces, and even a ballista hidden inside
the guillotine, were suddenly levelled at he and
Mal'Ganis.
The Dreadlord and his enemy slowly looked at each
other. "Perhaps... we can fight each other after disposing of the
mortals first?"
Tsung nodded. "Yes. Perhaps a 'truce' is an
order. For now."
Mal'Ganis's eyes flared. "Yes. For
now."
Both spun to face their heavily-armed religious
opponents.
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Shang Tsung was faster than Mal'Ganis,
if not by much, and darted forward, sidestepping with practiced ease
the first flurry of bolts levelled toward him. He sliced into a pair
of bowmen near him, kicking a third in his face, knocking him back;
finishing him off with a brutal impale.
Then he staggered
back a step, grimacing; as one of the soldiers had pierced his
shoulder with his lance. As he stepped in to strike at the sorcerer
again, however; the man somersaulted backward, conjuring as soon as
his feet touched the ground a pair of fireballs, which spread out
from his hands, arcing away; then suddenly racing together into the
spearman from both sides.
Mal'Ganis telekinetically lifted
one of his opponents straight up into the air, throwing him aside
once he'd been lifted twenty feet up; leaving him to plummet to, if
not his death; at least a world of pain. A salvo of crossbow bolts
flew at the Dreadlord, but with a stunning show of strength he
buffeted forward with his wings, augmented a psychic shield with
that sudden wind to catch all but two, snapping the wooden quarrels
in half. They pierced into his armor, and Mal'Ganis hissed in pain;
but he held firm, projecting a deadly swarm of bats and devil
scourge, small, vicious flying reptiles with sharp claws and teeth;
into the crowd, dropping four and wounding a half-dozen more; but
not severely.
The chief deacon bellowed, "Get them like at a
business meetin'!" and dove out of the way as the massive ballista
bolt shot forth. Shang Tsung barely managed to dodge, cartwheeling
away with his great agility; but Mal'Ganis, who had been focusing on
his spell, couldn't dodge in time. He managed to deflect it with his
mind, reaching out his hand toward the bolt and altering its path,
but it still sheared past his leg, ripping off some of the skin; and
violet blood rose to the surface.
The Sorcerer frowned and
fired another pair of his soul-powered projectiles; each striking
into a wounded churchgoer from Mal'Ganis's Carrion Swarm and
finishing them off. He then leaped forward, letting his straight
sword speak for him, cutting down an enemy
swordsman.
Mal'Ganis, realizing Shang Tsung was besting him,
shook his hand and ran forward, focusing on offense rather than
defense, slashing down three worshippers with as many swishes of his
twinblade. He brought up the point of the right blade, skewering a
crossbow-wielding woman, then in the same move decapitated the man
who was likely her husband standing next to her with the left
blade.
Mortals. They live only to die. Some make more of
themselves than meaningless fodder like these people... but most are
content to live as sacrifices for the strong. Why do so few mortals
learn to battle? Do they enjoy relying on the weakness of their
enemies to survive?
The numbers of the ex-congregation
were thinning noticeably now; but the survivors held on with
suicidal fearlessness. The deacon, still in the back; ordered the
ballista to fire again, but this time Mal'Ganis was prepared.
He could see the path of the iron-tipped arrow, a hundred
times the scale of an archer's missile, in his mind. He closed his
hand around the mental picture, and the real ballista bolt slowed.
Mal'Ganis, nearly shuddering from the strain of stopping the
projectile, had managed to grab it, and with a shout flipped it
around the air, spinning both hands around in turn, mimicing it.
Then the bolt continued its flight... shattering the ballista that
fired it. The guillotine blade fell to the ground, and Mal'Ganis,
suddenly getting an idea, opened a short portal over to
it.
Shang Tsung had not been idle, sword flashing, the glint
of the setting sun flickering off blood and steel. Then his eyes
widened as he received one short, commanding mental word from the
Dreadlord. Back.
The sorcerer backflipped. Barely in
time.
Mal'Ganis had grabbed the guillotine blade, yanking it
up off the ground, snapping the cable controlling it from its pulley
and slicing it to a usable length of about ten feet with his claws.
Then he slung it around, using the execution device as a lethal
sickle-and-chain.
To the Dreadlord's device, this was no
ordinary guillotine. This was what mortals called a manchala,
or pendulum-guillotine. And, as it possessed a curved edge, it would
be fatal from any angle.
Shang Tsung clapped once, smiling,
as Mal'Ganis finished off the remaining mortals in grisly
fashion.
In a sort of macabre gentleman's agreement the pair
wordlessly drained five souls each to recharge and boost their
power. Then they turned toward each other.
"Are you ready?"
Mal'Ganis hissed, spinning the manchala blade around with a
strength only few men could.
The Sorcerer smirked. "I am
always ready."
Mal'Ganis nodded in approval. Then, matching
the Sorcerer's grin, created an Inferno to smash into the
church, blasting it apart.
"Now we have a suitable
setting for our duel."
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R-vote to Jun. R-vote
to Shang Tsung. R-vote to Testament. R-vote to Alma
Beoulve.
A-vote to... nobody! Since no one's voted Jun
yet. Yay!
Use of Spirit Link on Alma
Beoulve
"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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Adol
and Alec observed all of the characters acting strangely;
oppositely.
Alec sensed the bewildered expression on Adol's
face and said "They all act out-of-character yet we stay the same. I
think it is because we are of the obscure. People don't know what
the fuck we are supposed to act like. Therefore, we can act however
we want. Plus it possibly angers more hard-liner styled individuals
who frown upon how we do things. Such dissent is quite a
bonus."
(*Nightwish's Tenth Man Down starts to
play*)
"There's that girl we mowed down earlier." declared
Alec.
They eyed a girl in a city square that walked up to
them and said, "Yes. That I am. And now," her voice then changed to
a loud, screeching tone, "I'm gonna load yo fuckin white asses full
o lead, bitch!"
She then whipped out two machine guns and
let it rip, prompting our heroes to seek refuge behind two
conveniently placed crates, which, as Zelda has taught us all, can't
be destroyed by bullets...or not.
"What a crazy fucking
bitch!" yelled Adol.
"That's not just any crazy fucking
bitch, Adol," corrected Alec. "That is...a -Nawars Thug
Bitch-"
"Zelda ain't got shit on this," said Nawars
Thug Bitch ALMA as she yanked out two bazookas and fired,
destroying the crates, "Fuckin, pointy, honky-ass bitches. I gonna
be slappin round with mah dick!" She alternated between machine gun
and bazooka fire, and using grenades as Adol and Alec narrowly
dodged her onslaught.
"Yo bitches be gettin fuckin fried,
bitch. I'll lock yo asses in bear traps and make you eat yo balls!"
and such quips were yelled by Alma as she continued
firing.
Adol and Alec eventually veered off, approaching Alma
via opposite directions. The former reached her first, and
unsheathed his sword, prompting Alma to pull out a lightsaber and
yell "Bitch, I be trained in the ghetto with this lightsaber. I'm
gonna make you bite yo dick!"
And such began a long and very,
very intense sword duel whose complexity and intensity I'm too
tired, lazy, and unmassochistic to cover in detail. Use your fucking
imagination!
Suddenly, Alec leapt upon Alma's shoulder and
bit down on her left cheek hard.
Adol knew what to
do.
Alec leapt off and ran/jumped/whatevered for
cover.
"Aaaaaah! The ***zage!" cried Alma, which was followed
by a big explosion, propelling the Cleric/Ghetto Princess upward for
a second.
"Y'know, Alec. Why do we just bump into these
people?" asked Adol.
"Because the crappy writer is too lazy
to think up anything better," replied Alec.
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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A-VOTE TO ALMA!
A WAY TO R-VOTE
DUMP: There are four things that I've reversed in my post (or
rather, changed from the rules I've set as to how I have the
characters I wrote act). The first two that can name them all get my
2 R-Votes.
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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R-Votes to: Alma Opera
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I
guess I'll Vote Dump while I wait for Kyo to write.
A-Vote to
Required Boss. R-Vote to Shang Tsung. R-Vote to
Mint. Repetition to Required Boss.
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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As the
candidates and their links entered the palace, the light immediately
dimmed from full-noon to dusk. A sheet of mist reduced visibility to
pitiful levels, which Jun scowled at. The mist cleared almost
immediately, and the grand courtyard of the palace cleared into
view. It was rather beautiful, actually, designed with the hand of a
master landscaper. However, the courtyard had seen months of
neglect, and it showed in several overgrown shrubs, weeds rising up
inbetween the pavement, and a general lack of cleanliness one
typically does not see in most grand establishments.
A single
straight path led the way to the main building--the tower loomed
over the main building despite being attached to it, an eerie light
glowing from the top. Daisetsu gazed at the peak... and his Kusanagi
blade was out a half-second later, his eyes still looking somewhere
else but his senses directly focused on the conflict
ahead.
"How nice. I thought I'd never see you again, until
today. But why are you trying to hide?"
"...As usual, your
powers of observation are without peer, Daisetsu." The voice
belonged to Kashell.
"Finally, he's--" A young woman clad in
semi-armor with the rest tight-fitting black attire spoke up,
smashing her white gauntlets together.
"--come back to settle
things. And he has friends this time..." Another young woman with an
identical face mumured the phrase. She was dressed in long, flowing
black robes, and she held a strange steel ball with glowing glyphs
etched into it.
"They won't do him any good," an old man
cackled from the back, stroking an elaborate-looking wand that gave
the appearance of something cleaned *too* often.
"After all,
there are only 3 Guardians instead of 4, with weakling summoned help
as backup." The voice came from a man sitting next to the elderly
mage--garbed in full ninja's attire save the face covering, which
bore a face with striking similarities to that of
Kobatsu.
"What show of might will this motley crew possibly
put against the Five?"
Daisetsu laughed. "As usual, your egos
jump right off the scale. Kashell, we duel this time. As for the
rest of you, I'm sure my chosen will prove to you there's no
weakness involved."
Kashell inclined his head. "Then, let the
games begin."
The courtyard was
doomed.
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Required Boss - The
Five
Or the Four, since you can't fight
Kashell--Daisetsu's doing that. You'll have Jun and Dorrin's maximum
help this round, because taking on these people is like a death
sentence to anyone else.
Small synopsis of the Four
left...
Minako - Agressive young woman with tremedous
physical prowess and power. Uses her Derange Gauntlets to deliver
blows that augment her supernatural strength even further, capable
of breaking walls with a mere flick of the finger. Works in tandem
wtih Miriko. Gauntlets transform to form her Aura, Double-Edge,
which is a suit of armor that protects her and sends her into a
Berserk mode only controllable by her twin
sister.
Miriko - Twin sister of Minako; works in
combination attacks with her. Fomidable psionic powers--versed in
all aspects from teleportation to telekinesis to
destroying/manipulating/controlling one's mind. Extremely
level-headed and always analyzing situations before taking action.
Her weapon is a chain ball of sorts--with her psionic commands it
shoots out and retracts heavy links of spiritual chains that
restrict one's abilties as well as movement. Tends to bind
someone(or several someones) down so Minako can give them the
finishing grace. The chain ball transforms to become her Aura,
Dominarin, a tiara which allows her psychic abilities to increase by
drastic amounts.
Ziomer - Old wizard; knowledgable in
every and any form of destructive magic. Immensely fast and requires
next to no casting time for even his strongest spells. His 'Wand of
Negation' can erase objects from existence, at the price of him
losing his own memories. Due to this he uses it sparingly, unless he
transforms into his Aura, Zendolar with it--it's a scythe that
erases all it touches from this world, and he recieves less backlash
from using it.
Kotetsu - (oh shit not another ninja!)
Kobatsu's brother. Is about as capable as his relatives, if not
more. Specialty techiniques lie with his weapon of choice--the
tessen, a metal fan. Uses the fan to summon his Aura -- Katzbalger,
an enormous floating broadedged claymore that he can control
mentally to destroy his opponents.
If you can't beat them by
round's end.... Well, let's just say himitsu desu~(it's a
secret) and leave it at at that 
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:27
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*tossing an r-vote to
Opera*
^^
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:30
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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The
differences:
Adol used his sword Adol TALKED Alec
talked forwards Alma was not a Nagwars Thug Bitch
THERE
XP
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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Tetragene
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Cru: That'd be Adol speaking, Alec not speaking
backwards, Adol using a sword, and Alma being OOC. 
And a lil' vote dump. ^^ Might write something
short in a while, but I figured I'd get this out of the way before I
forget.
1 A-Vote to: The Five(well, four, really
XD) Yuri(Slip said he wasn't interested in making it to the
final, plus he doesn't seem to be in any danger. o.o; )
1
R-Vote to:
Kalten Testament Shang
Tsung Shizumaru Alma
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:37
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Martian Successor
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The
correct answers were:
1.) Adol usually doesn't talk. 2.)
Adol usually doesn't use his sword really. 3.) Much to my
chagrin, Alma isn't really a -Nawars Thug Bitch-. 4.) Alec
usually talks backwards.
Opera and Shizumaru get free
copies of Pothousevania!!!
R-VOTES TO OPERA AND
SHIZUMARU!
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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token
Because I just had to. 
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Daisetsu closed his eyes--the links
were STILL drawing in more energy. As he walked with Kashell to a
seperate location so that they could duel, he let his inner energies
flare up. As he expected, the pathway opened up
more.
Heh... let's see how they handle their level of
growth now... As I let my energies flare up, the link of spiritual
energy just streams in to higher and higher amounts...
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FOCUSed Sponsors recieve 2 R-Votes and 5+
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1
R-Vote to Ky Kiske. 1 R-Vote to Sol.
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Ah hell.... assume this is before Kyo's post
O_o;;;
-*-*-*-*
The kiss was manifesting
itself into something deeper, and the contact between Opera and
Vincent grew. The two arched their backs into each other, and opera
her arms tightly around Vincent’s neck while Vincent had his arms
around Opera’s waist. She gripped at Vincent’s long, soft hair,
feeling the slight sprays from the fountain hitting her cheek, and
she searched hungrily for Vincent, and he met up with her demand.
The two shared a moment together, and each of them felt something
incredible.
As if on cue, the fountain behind the two died.
The sky went completely dark. All seemed normal except for one
thing.
Well, this is new of you,
Val.
Vincent felt something soft on his lips, felt
arms around his neck, and his own hands at a waist. In a flash,
Vincent opened his eyes, and saw Opera, all three of her eyes
closed, kissing him, her arms around his neck. In the next
nanosecond, Vincent watched as the eye on Opera’s forehead opened,
and then the other two eyes open completely in
shock.
Recoiling as if he was touching poison, Vincent shot
up from the edge of the fountain, and walked off a couple steps, not
turning around to look at the woman he was just engrossed
with.
Well, this is very new of you,
Rinny. Finally, you’re able to put your hands on another woman, and
have her in your return.
I…
Vincent’s mind
spun rapidly, and he almost felt dizzy. He stared at disbelief at
his hands, and he heard Opera behind him, sputtering and spitting
herself.
You two seemed to enjoy that a
little too much. Why don’t you go back to what you were just doing
moments before, hmm?
“.....oh, sweet Tria.”
Vincent heard Opera gasp and he turned his head around enough to see
Opera cover her mouth with her hand, shaking in complete disbelief,
“What the fuck was I doing?”
French
kissing Rin Tin-Tin here? Is that not obvious,
missy?
Opera looked flabbergasted, frantically
looking around herself and her dress, noticing the baby pin, “And
what the HELL did I do to my dress?!” She ripped out the pin, not
caring that the fabric of her dress ripped, and she gasped again,
looking up with Vincent with a look of complete shock.
“I do
not know, Miss Vectra, I'm wondering that myself.” Vincent ran his
fingers through his hair, and noticed he was without his bandana. He
reached to the back of his belt, felt the bandana there, and
replaced it onto his head, buckling up the rest of his cloak as well
at the neck, “And wondering why I cannot recall the
day.”
Kiss her a little too hard there,
Vinny? So much so that you cannot remember a thing you
did?
Opera rubbed her temples, sweat popping up on
her face. She tried to stand from sitting on the fountain’s edge,
but found her knees too wobbly, “I'm wondering the same thing,
frankly....holy shit, what did I drink last night?”
Vincent
noticed that he had something in his left arm, and looked at it. It
was a bag, and from all places, from the ‘Fudge Shoppe.’ He took the
bag with his right hand, studying it a moment.
Do recall your last memory, Vin. What do you remember
last? Was it her hot breath on your face? Her cries of pleasure? Or
her cries of pain? C’mon now, Tin, what do you remember
last….?
Nothing of that nature, Chaos… all I remember
was fighting soldiers with her last night…
Or was it just she fighting
yours?
“...Please, Miss Vectra, do not take this
the wrong way, but…” Vincent took in a deep breath, and held it a
moment before continuing, “Do you know if we woke up in the same bed
this morning?”
Opera seemed to blush as dark as Vincent’s
cloak and yet go completely pale with sickness all at the same time.
She gripped onto her stomach, and looked towards the bath of the
fountain, the flush fading and her face a sick green, “....goddamn,
I can't even remember. Everything is one gigantic
blur....”
Too good for you,
Misy?
Vincent stopped looking at opera out of the
corner of his eye, his own stomach dropping to his feet. He crossed
his arms, and looked to the ground, remarking quietly, “...I cannot
remember anything myself...”
He heard her give a weak groan,
“Ah, hell....”
Vincent let out a long drawn sigh, and looked
up towards the darkening sky, feeling his hand shake somewhat, but
tightened his cross arms against his body.
Oh c’mon, Valentino. Over thirty years without getting
any is surely tough for a man such as yourself. Admit it. You cannot
recall anything from the night before, can you
not?
What do you know, Chaos? Did I do anything with
this woman or not?
Vincent turned his head again ever so
slightly, and watched Opera throw her head into her hands, trying to
hide the embarrassment, “I can't believe this....I just don't
believe this....how could I....Ern....oh my god.”
Opera let
out a small whimper, and Vincent turned his head a little more so
that he could make direct eye contact with Opera. He eyed Opera with
his right eye, and she looked up at him, moving her hands to cover
her mouth, and the most painful expression on her face, her eyes
completely welled up as well. Vincent let out a sigh, and Opera
didn’t hold back a tear running down her nose from the eye on her
forehead.
“I...” Vincent began, pausing a moment when Opera
closed her eyes, “Miss Vectra, what is the last thing you can
recall?”
Opera was completely silent, and what little color
was in her face drained completely.
“....Our conversation in
that city that was attacked.” She winced, and seemed to double over
in pain, and Vincent turned away from her, his head slumping and he
brought up his right hand to rub his own temples, “That is all I can
remember as well...”
Well then, Hot
Stuff. Did you just completely wear her out or did she wear you
out?
…Chaos, not one other
word.
Vincent heard Opera stream out more curses than he
has heard anyone say, and a few ones he had never heard before.
Opera moaned, leaning her head back, a pained expression on her
face, “This can't be happening....”
“...If... anything should
happen I....” Vincent sighed, and couldn’t believe he was going to
say what he was just about to say, “I apologize.”
Vincent
heard Opera moan out loud again, and he turned his head ever so
slightly once more, and watched Opera bring her head back into her
hands, “Oh good grief....” She started, her tone growing slightly
angrier, “Ahhhh....this could be my fault, I'm the one who's
carrying liquor....”
“...I would have not taken any...”
Vincent pointed out softly, rubbing his head again.
Seeing you drunk would be
priceless.
Opera sunddely laughed weakly, as if
she was trying to lighten the mood, but both she and Vincent knew
she was failing. Miserably, “I guess I was right, you are like
Dias....oh, why the fuck am I thinking about that at a time like
this?!” She groaned again, hitting the stone of the fountain where
she sat, “Oh geez, oh geez....”
Vincent let out another sigh,
and looked up at the sky, now a lot darker than what it just had
been.
Wanting to find a bridge, Hot
Rod?
…Shuttup, Chaos.
Vincent then
shuddered when Opera asked the question he was dreading to hear,
“....What the hell are we going to do about this?” She sighed
deeply, not looking at Vincent but instead at the water to her side,
noticing all the coins that had been thrown into it.
“...If
what I fear is the worst happens.... I.... I deeply apologize.”
Vincent straightened out his shoulders, standing up tall, trying to
keep his mind in one piece, “If... all that happened was just
moments ago... I apologize for that too.”
“Well, it takes two
to....er...you know.” Opera coughed nervously and she didn’t dare
let her gaze reach Vincent’s back, “Somehow I get the....feeling….”
She now started to whimper more than before, and took a deep breath
in order to calm herself, but failed, “…that it was consensual....so
I apologize as well.”
Well, NOW we are
getting somewhere.
Vincent felt his shoulders
slump, and he gave off a shudder, quickly casting an eye back at the
blonde woman.
Opera shot up a deadly glance at Vincent, her
face still red, but her eyes narrowed at his form, “I'm not too
thrilled about this either, buddy, but shit....I'm not THAT
repugnant, am I?”
Caught off his guard, Vincent couldn’t hold
the surprised look in his eyes, “No…” He shook his head violently,
“Miss Vectra, I did not mean it like that....”
“Then what
wa....oh, never mind.” Opera scowled, and looked down at her feet
with a repulsed look, “This is pointless. We don't even know exactly
what happened.”
Or you just don’t want
to believe it.
Vincent let out a deep sigh, trying
to restrain all emotion, and perked up at the sound of something
coming from the front of the city, “I think everyone is being
called...”
“Oh, GREAT timing, we haven't figured out ANYTHING
yet!” Opera spat, and unleashed another round of curses under her
breath, before finding her heels, and put them back onto her feet
with nothing more than an “Ugh.”
Vincent cast an eye down to
the bag from the fudge shop that he had dropped, and stood still a
moment, before speaking to Opera, “...It would probably make matters
worse if I walked with you to the gate...” Vincent commented,
turning around completely now to face Opera.
She violently
fixed at her feet, and couldn’t hold the twitching of her fingers on
her gun and her bag, not looking Vincent in the eye, “Yeah....yeah,
I think I'll head off myself, thanks.”
With that, she took
off and walked hastily away from the area, her head
bowed.
Vincent let out another sigh, and brought his hand to
his head, wondering if he should just forget the rest of the
tournament and go home, or make his way back to the
gate.
You always run away from your
problems, Tin. Perhaps it is time for you to face
them.
…
Without another moment’s notice,
Vincent began to walk back towards the gate of the
city.
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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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:57
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Before
I get started trying to write something, I'll drop my vote on the
Boss(es).
1 A-Vote to The Jackso- er..... 1 A-Vote to The
Five/Four!
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"Heh
heh heh... This is the battlefield." Amethyst grinned and surveyed
the Four.
Alma stepped up beside him. "Stop laughing... it's
disturbing."
"Hmph. As you like." He raised one hand,
aquamarine sparks flaring. "A little protection, perhaps..." He
tossed a card in the air, where it shattered, filtering down onto
the contestants and Lords.
(In a very omake moment, the words
"DEF UP" appeared in green letters three times over everyone's
head.)
He then straightened his hand out and beckoned. "Who's
first, then?"
An old man stepped forward, chuckling softly.
"You seem to have some small skill in the mystic arts. I believe
I'll slaughter you first."
Amethyst rolled aside, dodging a
small ball of flame shooting from the old man's fingertips. The
purple-clad mage followed it with an Energy Chain, which Ziomer
calmly batted aside with one hand. Amethyst laughed.
"We
going to throw cantrips at each other all night, old man? Or shall
we dance?" His fingers dipped into his sleeve, coming out with
another glowing card. As he flung the Saber spell at Ziomer, his
hand was already flinging another card to the ground, where it
sprouted into an identical copy of the mage.
"Take a guess,
old man!" The two called out as Ziomer finished blocking the mystic
blades.
"Gladly." The aged wizard lifted one hand, preparing
to wipe them both out.
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A-vote to The
Four
Mini-game! The first two lines of dialogue in this
post come from a specific scene in a game. Tell me which game and
win my remaining R-vote!
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:01
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Hisame Shizumaru - 5:2
Shizumaru...
he walks
towards me
Nan desu ka?
You... do not seem enthused, no?
Not
particularly, no... I did not want you in my mind.
he laughs at me
... I suppose it cannot be
helped...
You are not usually so...
arrogant. Is it me that brings about this sudden
change...?
yes
Possibly.
Che. I really didn't have to ask that question, did
I?
he laughs again
i can't
stand that sound
You could not have guessed the
answer?
I had a
guess...
So you knew what the answer would
be?
Well, of course! I do know you so
very well...
Ameki - please...
'Please' what? You know what I
want...
yes but i won't give it to
you
My body?
Of course...
it is much more, ah - suited to me, much as yours was suited for
you. The tables have turned, I'm afraid...
he'll never get it
i won't let him have
it
Ameki, it is not your decision to
make.
Shizumaru, be sensible. You can
barely move around with the weight of my wings
on my back
- which
shows you need to build up that muscle. I already have that
strength...
I already told you -
... well, I see preliminary negotiations have
failed, then.
And they will continue to, I am afraid.
I cannot let you gain control...
he walks
towards me
Ameki...? W - what're you -
You shall see.
he has
a smirk on his face
oh
no
Ameki...?
Ameki - !!
he wrapped his arm around me
and now his lips are
so close to mine
not again not again not
again
What are you going t-
Shh... if it hurts, then you can always scream out.
Privacy's wonderful... ne?
his breath
is on my lips
why is he doing this
Ameki -
he stole my breath away with a kiss -
- but he just bit into my neck -
And now, dear Shizumaru... sleep for a
while...
--
A-vote to: The Four (this
is powered up by Bide btw)
R-votes
to: Opera Alma
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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Before I forget...
1 A-Vote: The
Four (Five?)
1 R-Vote
to: Mal'Ganis
Maybe a post later. I dunno yet
>_>
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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Blade of Vengeance
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(I'm
sorry, I really am. But my brain's nuked, and I can't come up with
angst for Chipp. So, since my idea's totally shot (and it's rather
late for it anyway) let's COMEDY UP!!!!)
--- A
commemorative haiku describing what happened to Chipp during the
"daytime" of Naclos:
Chipp angsted a lot.
The voice in
his brain was calm.
A brick hit his head. ---
"Holy
Zen, I feel like I had just spent hours lamenting my poor fate and
ranting about the evils of humanity while feeling utterly useless."
He rubbed the back of his head, where a painful bruise had
formed.
Guess what, ya numbskull?
You DID! And I had to sit there and listen to
it.
Shishou, I have a question.
Shoot.
How come sometimes you sound
like my master, while other times you sound like some surly
complainative bastard?
...don't tell me
you actually thought I was your master?
Umm...
meh?
Oy vey. (Chipp could
almost hear the facefault) Chipp, I'm not
your master--I could never have been your master, he's DEAD ya
dumbass!
Well, if you aren't my master, who are
you?
I'm a manifestation of your
subconscious, which retained all the knowledge taught you by your
master. However, I've also been a depository for all the hate given
you over the years, so I'm also loud and rowdy
sometimes.
Oh. ...kay.
See, this is why you shouldn't have taken them
drugs, foo.
"WINNERS DON'T DO
DRUGS." William S. Sessions
Dude, at the rate this is
going I'm gonna end up worse than the Moby wannabe. I hope the
potential god achieves his or her enlightenment already so I can go
home, eat some fried chicken and get my damn head fixed. In that
order.
A red light flashed in the sky.
Hell,
there's the signal. Time to kick ass and take names, it
seems.
And thus Chipp toinged off toward the
signal.
--- In case I collapse and die from lack of sleep
before my battle post is made, let's change Chipp's A-vote for
"unidentified boss" to... err... Minako. Strength versus speed, as
it seems. By the way, I assume it will be disclosed why these people
have Auras when such are usually persecuted by
Naclos....
TT
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Um...
I'm just going to say that for my next and perhaps final section,
I'll be needing use of King and Rouge (since Adam*Warlock put her to
such use ) as King er... they will be fighting Minako, and by
extension Miriko. So with that said, it will probably take me an
hour to write this next section, therefore the warning/pre-emptive
gesture.
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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The Silver Ogre
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Act V – The Burden and Flame -
I
Come the morning light, it’s a see-through
show - what you may have heard and what you think you
know.
[+] T h e D e m o n ’ s S a b b a t h
[+]
“Zeinest!” Testament screamed, ripping the very air
around him with the tip of his scythe. Elmdor slammed into
something, his body halted by what appeared to be a web of
blood-red veins. He felt them burning his skin through his clothes,
like an alchemist’s acid or an unholy fire.
With an enraged
shout of his own, Elmdor flung his arms to the side, tearing through
the bloody net as the scythe of Testament ripped a gash down his
leg. Swinging his sword upward in an fatal arc, he watched as it
glanced off the flat of the huge scythe blade his opponent wielded.
“More human than human, but less than a man!” The katana angled in
sharply, the screech and flying sparks of the blades’ meeting
suddenly muffled as Elmdor thrust the Chirijiraden into Testament’s
chest, just deep enough to where he’d pierce the dark warrior’s
lung.
“Goddamn….you human bastard!” Testament tore
away from the lock, body shaking only once as the bloodstained
katana left its place in his chest. Throwing his torso back and
holding his arms out, he seemed the very picture of a sinner crying
out to God. But there was no –god- in a world ruled by war and fear,
and there were certainly no gods here…only
devils.
Testament’s torso now bent over forward, seeming to
be racked by the force of a single cough that sprayed a fine mist of
dark red blood all over the roof. Below them, Daisetsu and many of
the ‘summoned’ passed through the gate to the Holy Palace. But
above, where only the two of theme were, a solitary spite was carved
out in blood.
…and Testament, skin pale as a corpse, stood up
again, wiping a tear of blood from his eye.
“You’ll be
entwined in your own innards before the sun sets, devil,” Testament
called to Elmdor in a nightmarish voice, and jumped, pulling his
scythe over his head for a mighty blow.
---
“So
you’re saying this is what sword?” Elmdor’s voice was usually
never this unsure. This sword he had known…but only for a brief
while. With the words of Halcyon guiding him, he had wandered the
land as a spectre, seeking out the ancient katana lost to time. The
mythos of it held that its soul was not completely of this world –
forged by a powerful craftsman in ancient times, the living blue
fire said to live in the blade supposedly having the power to
eradicate the souls of powerful demons. The sister-sword of the
Ragnarok…Chirijiraden.
“Chirijiraden.” Jun tossed the blade
to him. “This one…never heard of it. Just be careful – this sword
has a strange aura. Almost like it’s--”
“Alive.” Elmdor
accepted the strange blade from Jun. Its sheath was made of hard
Yuguyo wood – wood Elmdor knew had the power to restrain spirits.
For a moment, he wondered if it could be true. As it was, he had
been surprised to discover that there was a katana in the world more
perfect than the works of Masamune.
“Mesdoram…” Jun looked at
the silver-haired samurai, her face conveying a certain sadness like
the sky on an overcast day. “I mean it. Be careful. There’s
something in you…I don’t like it, how your own aura wavers. Feeling
it reminds me of the splashes of a drowning man in a raging river –
like the essence of your soul isn’t your own, like it’s being pulled
under or eroded by whatever is in you.” She clasped his sword-arm in
her hand, cupping her other hand over his fist. “I have faith in
you.”
It is a misplaced faith, Jun. Fret not about me,
for there are some things better left to be
forgotten.
---
Ensnared in the branches of a twisted
tree that had sprung up suddenly below him, Elmdor, watched
Testament jump back. “EXE Beast! EXE Beast!!!” Even as the tree
uncoiled its branches from the Silver Noble’s legs,
the
meaning of the sensation pain ! Teeth
ripped into his back, needle-sharp fangs slashing down his back and
across his buttocks like the rake of an infernal tiger’s claws.
Something wet pressed against him for a moment – not just his own
blood – then seemed to flow over his legs, sinking back into the
ground.
Then the pain was revisited. This time, Elmdor was
thrown forward. He saw his life blink before his eyes…no, it was
just blood, clouding his vision.
No, that
is your life – blood! Sate your sword with this blood and burst from
the rotting corpse of the enemy as the rising phoenix from the
ash!
“Kenki Bakuhatsu Nami Ryu, ichiban-kata,”
Elmdor was back on his feet and hovering in the air above Testament
for a split second, before he descended with a flutter of his
scarlet cape. “Ogres’ Hammer!” His body curled up into the form of a
ball, sword extended, as he spun down with the force of a human
guillotine. “Aaaaaaaaaa!!” Piercing the dark skies with a loud
‘kiai’ yell, he felt the gratification of the blade sink down,
snapping Testament’s collarbone and loding itself in his
shoulderblade.
Inhuman… Elmdor’s mind thought in the
split second before he landed. If he were human, he wouldn’t even
be standing now. His bones…they must be harder than hagane
steel…
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Testament lashed out with his arm, the gear’s large hand
seeming to mask Elmdor’s whole face. He seemed to be laughing – it
was hard to tell; everything was a blur.
“A—aaaaaah!” Elmdor
could not hold the expression of pain, yelling as Testament’s
fingernails lengthened into iron needles, piercing the flesh of his
head. Between the vengeful gear’s fingers, Elmdor thought he saw the
man’s face sink into his skull, leaving a ghastly image for only a
moment.
“I’m through with human trash and their killing!” He
threw his arm out, long claws releasing their grasp on Elmdor’s head
at the farthest point. Like the crack of a whip, Elmdor flew
backward, flipping in the air to land on his feet – or at least on a
foot and a knee. “That’s right,” Testament sneered, “prostrate, you
warmongering filth.” His red eyes flashed like a murderous gale.
“The An’ven…hunted like animals by humans, forcing their will upon
others. Why must wrong be strong? It won’t be, now that I’m here.
Yess…I’m here. Here!” The gear’s body quivered, laughing with a
voice that bore a sterile metallic ring. “Wash the sins away with
dirt…it won’t feel good until it hurts!” He locked eyes with Elmdor
for a split second.
“I don’t care about your ideals,
Testament. But as soon as those ideals encroach onto my path…”
Elmdor stood up, reaching behind his back to draw out a black
shield, “…I will destroy them.”
“Sure you will. Bleed, you
cur.” His words were sharp and concise. Breaking into a run, he had
only gone a few steps when he seemed to lower, then rise like a wave
nearing the seashore. “GRAAAAAVE DIGGER!” Rearing his scythe back
with one hand, he grasped it with the second as he pulled it
forward. Racing to bury itself in the heart of the insolent filth
called ‘human’, its blade began to waver—
- and in the
blinking of an eye, twisted into a cruel and monstrous form, no
longer the blade of a scythe, but a claw of Satan. It hurtled
forward, burying itself…in nothing. Elmdor slid forward, slamming
the Genji Shield into the scythe right below the blade, deflecting
it as he rolled past the dark warrior and sprang to his feet behind
him.
“PhantomPhantom SOUL!” Testament whirled about,
the lower portion of his dark robe blossoming like a black lotus as
his hand swished through the air. Elmdor shot forward, the force of
his shield blow smashing one of the two spectral skulls Testament
had launched his way. With a quick flutter of his blade, he cleaved
the second in twain. Not stopping there, he twisted his blade
inward, scything the katana in toward Testament’s unguarded
side.
“Warrant!” cried the dark gear, holding his arms out in
a crucifix-like pose. The Chirijiraden gurgled as it slung through
en effigy made of blood that spattered to the ground even as the
blade moved through it. Elmdor suddenly became terribly aware of
what might next occur, and he bent low as his momentum carried the
blade around in a circular sweep.
The leading corner of
Elmdor’s eye witnessed a bloody spectacle as Testament’s form
erupted in a geyser of blood with the sound of a shattering womb,
his scarlet scythe already in motion as his long black hair whipped
around his head in the fury of his own movement.
“The Aegis
Shield Form knows no weakness!” The scythe screamed off the Genji
Shield, raking malevolently across its jet black surface with a
shower of sparks. Mesdoram Elmdor tightened his grip on his
defensive edge, pushing the massive blade away. “…and in my hand, it
knows no defeat!” Elmdor immediately dove in for the clear shot.
Testament’s soul-shaking artificialized scream rang out over the
roof of the palace gates as the Chirijiraden swiped across his
fully-exposed chest, rending his flesh to the bone.
Reeling
back, Testament felt his anger peak. “If I’m defeated by you….no
better than bloody excrement…I’m…” He crouched low, but at this
point, the Silver Ogre would allow no break to mince words. “Say
‘peace’…howl it like a lonesome dog while you rip at the flesh with
your fangs, human filth!” Testament raked at his arm, his
fingernails again becoming long claws that sliced his own flesh.
“Skin that touched humans…why? I can’t let it cling to my bones!” He
gouged into his arm, eliciting another spray of blood and a
laugh.
“Then don’t let this get in your way!” Elmdor
screamed, bringing the blade down in a vertical slice with both of
his hands. It was coming down, three cubits, two, one…
And he
reeled backward, feeling as if his chest had been shot through with
an salvo of arrows.
No…ravens’ feathers?
Black
quills protruded from his bleeding chest, and Elmdor saw the
stormbringing bird hovering behind
Testament.
“Hoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Testament’s
fingers curled inward toward his palm and a hateful energy seemed to
radiate from him like a wave. Blue roof tiles lifted up all around
him, flying off in all direction – many exploding with force before
they even could. He lunged straight forward, like a fencer about to
skewer the opponent for the maiden’s hand. In his hands, a great red
key formed, wafting bloody essence from its new-born surface. Elmdor
swung the Chirijiraden to block, but the tip of the key slid right
under the blade, almost as if the difference in speed was the result
of some magic spell.
“MASTER OF PUPPETS!,” Testament
screamed, and Elmdor felt the giant red key pass through his
flesh, and enter his heart. With a smooth and effortless turn of
that key, Testamant had unlocked an unknown door.
Broken, broke the seal, thrown it all away! Eternal
damnation and chant the grave, devou’ring the souls of the strong
and brave!
Master! Master! Master of puppets, pulling the
strings! Smashing your mind, smashing your dreams! Blinded
by me, you can’t see a thing! Just call my name and I’ll hear you
s c r e a m!!
---
Katana of the
Round - Chirijiraden. A katana whose origin lies in the ancient
times, when the world of demons, spirits, and men overlapped
greatly. It is the sister sword to the great broadsword Ragnarok,
made by the same master craftsman. When 'drawn out', a searing wave
of blue flame radiates out from the blade's path in an intense
shockwave. It's a powerful non-elemental attack with extreme speed
and range, and extremely effective against evil beings.
Because of its terrifying draw-out, it was nicknamed 'the shining
blue fire'. A special thing to mention - after being 'drawn out',
the blade remains 'awakened' for several seconds longer than other
blades, allowing one or two more cuts with the same effects as the
initial draw-out.
A prize game from me! Win an R-Vote!
The first post of mine in every round has been prefaced by a
small snippet of song lyric - all of which have come from the songs
of the same artist/group/band/music-maker(s). Be the first
sponsor to post in this thread telling me whose lyrics
I'm quoting, and you'll win an R-Vote. If I can't deliver that
R-Vote in this round, it will take place in the next
round.
And it's over to you, Dry!
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:27
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Mukki
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are hot and sweaty men...
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R-Vote
to Opera
Hast thou lain
the Jabberwonk?
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:33
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Tetragene
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That'd be Alice in Chains, I believe,
tenk.
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Jellomancer
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A wave
of ice crashed towards the two purple mages. The twins flipped over
it, but a crashing ice crystal passed through the heart of one mage,
and the image dissipated. Amethyst leapt forward swiftly, forcing
the old man to give ground.
Narrow the focus a little, and
I can give as good as I get... "Flash Freeze!" Amethyst's hand
shot out, an arctic blizzard swirling from the palm. Ziomer cried
out as sub-zero ice formed around his body. The blizzard abated, and
Amethyst grinned at the frozen form. "Hmph! Old man." A cracking
sound wiped the smile from his face, and an instant later the icy
prison exploded, flinging Amethyst backwards and revealing Ziomer,
flames streaming off his body.
The aged wizard stepped
forward, levelling his hand at the mage, who had one hand stuffed
inside his robes. "Didn't take kindly to that, boy. Cold makes my
arthritis flare up. Gotta shred you a bit for that."
Amethyst
launched into the air just as the ground underneath him exploded in
a forest of spikes. "Too slow! Maybe it's time to check into the
retirement home!"
"Insolent whelp! Get down here this
instant!" Amethyst readied a spell, then grunted in pain as a
lightning bolt slammed into him, overloading the Angel Armor and
sending him plummeting towards the earth.
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The Silver Ogre
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Gee,
was it that obvious? Anyway, Luna (Opera) scores the win, and
receives an R-Vote for her excellent taste in metal
music.
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1 R-Vote to Opera
1 R-Vote to Sol
Badguy, because his story so far has kicked miles of
ass.
1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung
1 A-Vote to Ky
Kiske, because every time Baka does not win a tournament, the
law of unfair averages states that he must go out in Round Five.

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El Bruje Sale
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In which Shang
Tsung combats Mal'Ganis...
Mal'Ganis slowly began swinging his pendulum blade
around and around, and Shang Tsung was forced to stand back. "This
will not save you, demon."
As was his standard practice, the
sorcerer began launching his fireballs. The demon merely shrugged
them off, and flung his guillotine at Shang Tsung. The sorcerer
barely managed to dodge it, and fired another pair of fireballs at
the demon.
Sensing the move before it came out, Mal'Ganis
dodged to the side, and swung his guillotine again. This time, it
caught Shang Tsung on the knee, and it instantly severed his tendon.
The sorcerer fell to the ground in pain.
"Y... you maimed
me!" Mal'Ganis smiled, and began swinging the guillotine again,
intent on ending the duel quickly. That is, until Shang Tsung
laughed. "If you think that's going to hit me, you are sadly
mistaken."
Mal'Ganis grimaced, then launched his weapon.
Shang Tsung, expecting the blow, rolled out of the way, pulling on a
soul's power to heal his body. The demon grimaced, and pulled on the
chain.
The guillotine moved through the earth, leaving
a furrow behind it. And it impacted Shang Tsung, thankfully, on the
blunt side. The sorcerer went flying, and he rolled on the
ground.
"Well done, demon... I must say, using a weapon like
that to keep me at bay is a true stroke of genius. The question is,
of course, whether you can keep it going."
With that, the
sorcerer again fired his projectile, but this time, the target was
the guillotine's rope. Mal'Ganis caught the mental image of
what to be, and he desperately tried to move his weapon out of the
way. Even his phenominal strength, however, was not enough to
maneuver the heavy blade, and the rope was burned
through.
Except for some metal strands, which had been
interwoven to provide even more strength to the cord. And,
unfortunately for the sorcerer, it was resistant to fire. Mal'Ganis
laughed. "Well, well... it seems that your little gamble didn't
work. Want to try again?"
Again he spun the guillotine, and
again Shang Tsung barely managed to dodge, escaping with only a gash
along his upper left arm. The sorcerer gritted his teeth. How am
I supposed to combat someone that can read my own
mind?
Mal'Ganis's voice intruded. You can't,
obviously. Not when your body cannot move without the brain
commanding it to do so. I can predict your moves with pinpoint
precision, and there is nothing you can do about
it.
Shang Tsung quickly decided on a new course of
action. However, Mal'Ganis nearly laughed at him. Feint to the
left, a straight fireball to me, then charging in while I am busy
dodging the attack. Do you honestly think that such an infantile
strategem would work on me?
It worked out just as
Mal'Ganis had predicted, and of course, the strategy did not work.
The demon attacked again, but he deliberately made the guillotine go
wide, so that it caught Shang Tsung in the side with the flat part
of the blade. A straight charge? You must be
joking.
Shang Tsung took a step back, and took stock of
his situation. Let's see... You can read my thoughts, and that
guillotine of yours gives you the advantage over me in reach. I can
keep casting fireballs at you, but you can use the infintisimal time
it takes me to recharge to move into striking position. Souls won't
work, Li Mei is too far out of range for me to reach... What can I
do?
Die? The demon's voice seemed mocking. There is,
indeed little you can do. And watch your right
side.
Shang Tsung, who had been dodging to the left,
turned his head around. Once again, the guillotine was swung towards
him, and he thought about dodging to the left. Until the warning,
when he dodged to the right, barely missing the blade.
I
need a plan...
I would say you do.
Shang Tsung's
mind swirled, and he drew on another soul's power to heal himself.
Another... soul...
"Listen well, demon!" With this, he delved
into the well of souls, and the cacophony instantly raised to his
conciousness.
Free me... My son... Brother... Let
me free... Traitorous sorcerer! Foul
fiend! Demon! Please... let me live... Please... let me
die...
Mal'Ganis's mind instantly recoiled from this.
"Well done, sorcerer. You have hidden your mind from mine... for
now. But the true question is how well you can fight with all those
souls in your mind, begging you for freedom."
He began
swinging his guillotine again, this time with his eyes intently
trained on Shang Tsung. The sorcerer, now fully confident in his
speed and power, ducked down, then lunged forward, Straight Sword in
hand.
Mal'Ganis swung the guillotine, at the same time that
Shang Tsung slashed with his Straight Sword. Their passing was like
lightning, and Shang Tsung landed on the far side of Mal'Ganis,
sword still in his hand.
After a brief moment, the
guillotine's remaining strands snapped, and the demon was left with
only a handful of cable. He grinned, fangs bared.
"Well
well... I would have expected no less from the one who had taken the
souls of so many warriors. But the Nathrezim specialize in physical
combat, as well as more subtle manipulation. Be on guard,
sorcerer!"
Shang Tsung, in reply, sheathed his Straight
Sword, and shifted into his Crane stance. "I am ready, demon." The
Nathrezim charged forward, both claws bared, and he slashed
down.
In response, the sorcerer grabbed the demon's arm, and
wrenched it over his shoulder. It was truly a feat, flinging a
several-hundred pound demon over his shoulder, but Shang Tsung
managed.
Rolling back up to his feet, Mal'Ganis waved his
hands, a greenish glow appearing. With no warning, thousands of
vermin were launched in a Carrion Swarm, and Shang Tsung
could only try to protect himself as best he could.
As the
Swarm passed behind him, Shang Tsung looked up again... just in time
to see a massive claw tear into him. His blood splattered, and a
burn mark on Mal'Ganis healed. The sorcerer smirked. "Vampiric...
just like Nitara..."
The sorcerer leaped back, and launched
another Fireball. Needless to say, the demon took the blow, and
charged after the sorcerer. As he blocked blow after blow, Shang
Tsung started noticing something.
The demon's body was
better-suited for combat, even though Shang Tsung had better
technique. That, and the blasted Vampiric Aura kept rehealing the
demon...
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Shang Tsung,
and he held up his hand. "This will finish you, demon. Tell me, what
do you fear most? Think hard, now?"
Mal'Ganis smiled. "I fear
neither man nor god, nor demon, nor even the Titans of my universe.
I have tread the treacherous paths of the Twisting Nether, hunted by
beings with power beyond your mortal comprehension. What can you, a
paltry mage, offer in comparison."
Shang Tsung smiled
broadly. "All of it... in one neat package." With this, his form
began shifting again. Wings spurted out of his back, his hair
disappeared, his body bulkened and hardened. His fingers grew great
claws, and his shoes were transformed into hooves. Horns appeared on
his head, and most horribly of all, his garb changed to that of
someone Mal'Ganis knew well.
"A... Anetheron the Destroyer?
You, a mere sorcerer, dare to mock his power?"
Shang Tsung's
now-deepened and haughty voice answered, "I mock nothing! I am
he that you fear, Mal'Ganis the Desecrator. I know
that your power is nothing compared to his, and with the powers that
I have garnered in this Kombat, you are no match.
Behold!"
With a wave of his hand, Shang Tsung commanded the
powerful Finger of Death, which tore into Mal'Ganis's armor.
The demon, needless to say, was impressed.
"You command his
power as though it was your own..."
"Fool! His power
is my own! I am he, and you know, deep within your heart of
hearts, that you are afraid. So, let us finish this
facade!"
The mighty demon raised his hands, and he smiled.
"Stand still, Mal'Ganis, and witness the power of this sythesis."
After but a brief chant, fire began to rain from the
sky.
Mal'Ganis, after but a short time under the Rain of
Fire, dashed to the side, and he gritted his teeth. "If it was
only Anetheron, I could defeat him..."
But Shang Tsung merely
laughed. "I believe you demons have a saying... what was it, again?
Ah. 'If you cannot defeat your opponent face-to-face, then stab him
in the back.' My mortal form is weaker than yours, but why make due
with it? This body is much, much stronger."
His voice grew
more mocking. "And I have you to thank for it!" He raised his hand
again, and pointed his right finger.
"This won't finish you,
not yet, but let's see... I would guess that, with my combined
magical and physical powers, and your already weakened state, I
would be able to defeat you in short order. Do you have any last
statements, before we end this?"
Mal'Ganis laughed, though
somewhat hollowly. "There is another battle raging even as we combat
each other here. The entire point of our visit is culminating, and
you are missing the opportunity to take souls. How dreadful." The
older demon's voice rumbled with false sympathy.
Shang Tsung
took one look at him, then snarled. "I will finish this later,
Mal'Ganis. Right now, I have doom to spread with this fine new body
you gave me." With a laugh, the demonic sorcerer opened a portal,
and stepped through. When he opened his eyes again, a new battle was
raging... ---
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Testament 1 R-vote to Mal'Ganis
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Round
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 02:09
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And
so, in my apparant tradition of still not posting much of anything,
because lets admit it, I'm lost at the moment, and my brain hurts,
and I'm sick...I post...a single R-Vote...
R-Vote to
Mint
Hast thou lain
the Jabberwonk?
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 02:16
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Amethyst plummeted earthward, eyes narrowed against the
wind of his fall. His mind raced, and finally settled on one
spell.
"The wind that raises all... Vermillion Sand!" A
miniature tornado formed around Ziomer, lifting the dust on the
ground and whipping it up around him. The winds intensified, and the
old wizard felt his feet lift the ground. Through the blinding dust,
he saw Amethyst's grinning face as the whirling winds gently
deposited the mage on the ground below.
Ziomer landed softly,
and Amethyst grinned. "Ready for you this time, old-timer. Hope you
remembered your heart meds!"
Amethyst snapped his fingers,
and a brilliant orb of gold formed around the old wizard... then
faded completely. Ziomer looked startled for a moment, then laughed
at Amethyst's shocked expression.
"Heart meds I'm fine on,
boy, but it's brain meds you seem to be lacking." He stretched both
arms out, preparing to turn the mage into a smoking pair of shoes.
Suddenly, just as he finished the spell, the gold orb flashed into
being again, beams of energy bouncing across it over and over,
lancing through his body with incredible searing sensations.
Amethyst laughed as the old man gritted his teeth.
"What was
that about brain meds? That was the ultimate in the Magic Kingdom's
anti-mage defense. The stronger the spell, the harder it hits. Now,
what was it you were going to cast? Something... like...
THIS?"
The ground under the old wizard cracked and buckled,
then erupted in flame, tossing Ziomer into the air. As he floated in
midair, dark clouds gathered quickly overhead and an enormous
thunderbolt slammed into him, thrusting the spellcaster to the
ground.
Ziomer stood, hair a little singed. "Not bad, not
bad. But now you should... run... along.. and... PLAY!" Ziomer
slammed one hand into the ground, and Amethyst's vision was filled
with flames...
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"MASTER OF PUPPETS!"
Testament screamed, an
insane cry of triumph, as the great blood hued key pierced his
opponent's defense, into his chest...into his very heart. The look
of shock on Elmdor's face was a portrait of absolute shock...until
Testament turned the key. Elmdor's shocked expression twisted,
transmuting from a frozen portrait of silent shock into a scream of
pain and madness. Still grinning insanely, Testament pulled the key
from the impudent human's chest with a convulsive rip. Elmdor
staggered back a few steps, his head bowed over, only managing to
steady himself after retreating several feet. But there was
something different about Elmdor, in his stance, his posture, a sort
of quiet, cold deadliness that hadn't been there
before.
"Giving up so quickly, human?!"
"...give up?
Haha...hehahahha! Why should I wish to do something like
that?"
As Elmdor raised his head again, there was something
different in his face as well. It was as though he had suddenly
become perfectly calm, detached...as though he was starting to slip
into madness.
"I didn't think so. Not that begging for mercy
would have done you any good!"
The Gear rushed again, his
scythe poised over one shoulder for a downswing, attempting to cut
with the tip of the scythe and rip into flesh with its incredibly
sharp point. Elmdor sees Testament's attack coming, though, and
shifts his Aegis Shield to intercept the blow, ready to block the
deranged Gear's cut and counter with another slash from Chijiraiden.
But this time, Testament changes tactics. Swerving to the right, he
pivots on his left foot, spinning in a full circle...bringing his
scythe around in a circular arc, aiming to knock Elmdor's feet out
from under him with a sweep. Elmdor, taken by surprise, is only
barely able to evade the attack, leaping back a step to avoid being
taken down. Only an instant of touching the ground, Elmdor is in a
fighting stance once again...but in that instant, Testament has
resumed the offensive.
"GRAVEDIGGER!"
Again, Testament
lunges forward, the blade of his scythe shrouded in a wave of
boiling blood...but Elmdor stands his ground, a triumphant gleam in
his eye. Planting his feet firmly, he twists his body slightly
sideways, his hands gripping his katana with the practice of a
skilled warrior. Elmdor's face twists into a demonic
smile...
"Flame-eating sword, swipe away the evils!
Chirijiraden!"
With that, he drew his blade, in a blur of
motion almost faster than the eye could see. But it was clear that
something was wrong; the look on Elmdor's face had twisted into pure
horror, as the Draw Out technique failed utterly. Testament's
Gravedigger, however, did not suffer such a failure; even as
Elmdor's blade, still thrusted straight out, pierced into
Testament's stomach, the Gravedigger ripped into Elmdor, tearing a
hideous gash across the silver-haired swordsman's chest. Elmdor
stumbled backwards, ripping his blade out of Testament as he
staggered. Both combatant's faces were twisted into rictuses of
agony. After a moment, though, both combatants shifted, slowly, back
into their fighting stances. Judging from the looks in both
fighters' eyes, that this battle was not yet over.
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Hisame Shizumaru - 5:3
Ameki smiled
maliciously; baring a set of delicate, pearly-white fangs. Quickly,
he spread out his grand wingspan, and practiced with a bit -
straight back, shielding him in front, a quick flap to give him a
bit of lift into the air... "Better than I'd imagined," he laughed
to himself. "Not bad for my first time in fourteen
years..."
His eyes shot around quickly, following each
precise movement of the battles before him. A single mage, fighting
against an old, withered sorceror was the first thing he saw, and he
watched the battle curiously as blasts of magic flew forth from each
of their hands. A blast of ice magic was sent hurtling towards the
old man, who had nearly set himself on fire to counter it - and then
the ground shot up underneath, and a spray of lightning shot from
the sky -
His ears twitched - someone was behind him.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked around curiously - and leant nearly at
a ninety degree angle to dodge the fan that had come sailing at him.
The fan whirred back like a boomerang, and as Ameki stood back up on
his feet to steady himself, he saw who had attacked. Standing there
was a man clothed in black silk and mesh, who was holding the metal
fan that had shot towards him - and he was fanning himself with it
with a bit of flourish. It glinted against the light in the room -
Ameki merely had to lift up a wing to block it out. The demon
started to laugh with a clawed hand over his mouth - "A pretty
little toy, hm?"
The 'pretty little toy' had shot right at
him again. Ameki laughed, and flapped his beautiful wings to give
his jump an extra push off the ground to avoid the fan. It flew back
to the ninja, who caught it between fore and middle finger,
frowning. Ameki folded his wings back in, and landed on the ground
gracefully. "I'd been expecting a bit more... challenge?" he raised
an eyebrow curiously. The ninja opposite him scowled, fanning
himself with the metal weapon again. Ameki merely stared at him,
vaguely amused to see a fan as a weapon.
Both were silent for
a few moments, until the ninja spoke up. "I am Kotetsu, brother to
Kobatsu, Hokage of Mithrik'en. Despite the power you may possess,
you cannot hope compare to my scope of agility... and you shall die
to the power of Katzbalger in due time!! Prepare yourself, demon,
for this is the end!"
"Honto ni?" Ameki laughed. "Be
serious..."
"I am quite serious," Kotetsu growled, and
he zipped to the right silently - Ameki trailed him very closely
from where he was - and he flung out the fan on a direct path to
where the demon was standing. Ameki grinned, and his left wing
curved in quickly to guard his chest - the fan reflected back off
and went careening into the floor. Quickly, Kotetsu dropped to the
floor and picked it up again, fanning himself and hiding his face as
he did. "Was that a smart idea, do you think?" he
murmured.
Ameki looked at the wing - which hardly seemed to
be hurt; only a thin dash of blood cut across the pure white
feathers. He smiled broadly, and looked at Kotetsu; his eyes shining
with an unearthly glow - "I... am Hisame Ameki, and I - I happen to
be oni. So pardon me if I'd been rude - I just can't help it,
y'see..."
"Spare me your egotistical boasting," Kotetsu said
to him. "It will make your death a less painful one." After he said
that, he sprinted forward, disappearing from sight for an instant
and appearing right in front of Ameki - who had unsheathed
Shizumaru's nodachi, and met steel to steel, blade to fan. Kotetsu
quickly sliced up, across, poked forward, curved in, all sorts of
maneuvers - and much to his chagrin, Ameki managed to predict and
block every single move. "How - ??"
"You pick up these sorts
of things while laying dormant," Ameki smirked, and poked forward
with the blade to drive Kotetsu back away from him. Again, he
watched curiously, seeing the way that Kotetsu moved so effortlessly
and swiftly amidst all of the shame he must've been feeling. "Quite
persistent, aren't you?" he laughed.
Kotetsu said nothing,
but merely managed to run straight to him again with another slash
of the fan, creating a powerful wind current. Ameki's wings flew up
to protect him - though the air blast was too powerful to withstand,
and he fell backwards onto his feet. Roughly, he shook his head, and
focused his eyes back on Kotetsu above him, who landed in a kneeling
position - fanning himself once more. Immediately after he'd landed,
he shot right back at Ameki, and the demon leant back, to see
Kotetsu pass barely an inch above him. He worried a bit, and
clambered up on his feet again to face the ninja.
Kotetsu
leapt at him once more, but he hit with a twirl, striking upwards to
cut a thin line of blood vertically up his chest. He swung the fan
the opposite way horizontally, creating another thin streak of red.
Ameki smirked, and leapt out slightly to avoid another flick of the
fan, baring his 'claws' as he did. He swooped down and sliced up
with his sharp nails, cutting through the silk and mesh that Kotetsu
wore - three long, fine holes now ran up the middle of Kotetsu's
chest.
The ninja stopped, as did Ameki, but the latter only
did it to see what Kotetsu would do next. He was standing with his
fan shut, pointed perfectly vertically, and chanting something in a
mutter that Ameki couldn't make out. His ears twitched, and at that
moment, Kotetsu's eyes snapped open, seeming to be devoid of any
emotion in them whatsoever.
"Sword of the mind, find your
mark and deliver the strike! Katzbalger!!"
Ameki frowned
- nothing was happening.
A second later, though, the ninja
began to glow with a hauntingly black light, and a light shot out of
his forehead. The demon watched it curiously, his interest truly
piqued - until he realized the light was swarming all over and
forming an enormous sword, akin to the claymore style (which
Shizumaru had seen, but Ameki had not). He stared at it, intrigued,
even when it became solid.
But when it crashed down in front
of him, that's when he realized things would be a touch more
difficult...
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I can continue this in the morning,
ne? XD I need sleep now~
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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