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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:34 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Survivor X - Round 3

Act Three, Scene One - Nation of the Wave

The candidates flashed into view, seeing Daisetsu already standing there with Rydia at his side, Dorrin leaning against a large tree, Kalten lounging on a rock, and Jun atop the higher branches, holding a bouquet in her hands. Behind them was a dazzling spectacle of small islands glimmering in the sunlight, connected by iron bridges which were painted with red and gold. The houses seemed foreign to some, and more than familiar to others. Daisetsu gave Rydia a pat, and she rejoined all the other candidates. Then he spoke.

"Welcome to the nation of the Wave, Mithrik'en. Your first and last test before we make a move on the Naclos front lies in this city. Feel free to explore the scattered cities as you like, but when you see a red flare in the sky outside, that means you must come to the central island posthaste. There, your test will begin."

The candidates turned to leave, but Daisetsu placed his hand on Alma's shoulder as she was moving with them. She stopped, and turned back towards him curiously.

"I did not turn a blind eye to the destruction that arose in Kaintor'en, Alma."

The young cleric blanchened.

"Nor do I believe that you were actually responsible for it. However...Dorrin has brought what he believes to be the situation to my ears, and I find it to be of dire importance. You and I are going to have to speak somewhere private..."

Nation of the Wave, Mithrik'en

If one can make an idealistic picture of Feudal Japan in all of its near-mythical beauty and intrigue, than Mithrik'en fits the picture perfectly. A massive web of inter-linked islands of small stature with a central, volcanic island in the middle, Mithrik'en is a very dynamic and interesting place. Being the merchant capital of the world, nothing cannot be purchased here unless it is under the technology level of the world in general. Mithrik'en's main industry, however, is not trade--it is also the mercenary capital of the world, hiring out its ninjas to perform any level of task for people who request them, from weeding yards to assassinations. The central island serves as a training center for ninjas, and only the best of best An'ven can become them. The ninjas here do not only utilize speed with various weapons of choice, but excel in special forms of hand to hand combat(taijutstu), hypnotism and illusion skills(genjutsu), and specialty techniques known to overpower any normal human(ninjutsu). There are three levels of ninja--Genin, the base rank, Chuunin, ninjas who are a cut above the others in aspects ranged from overall skill power to leadership, and Jounin, extremely elite ninja who are train the underlings and are hired out only when death or high risk is involved. Most Jounin are Aura-users in addition to being proficient in all three forms of jutsu, or drastically overpowering in one area. With this powerful mercenary system, Mithrik'en is easily the strongest nation economically. Jun is the daughter of the Hokage--leader of ninjas, and she is Jounin-level herself. The Hokage--Kobatsu, is said to have accomplished over 1,000 missions without losing a single member of his team prior to his change in rank.


Master List

Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (98 EXP - Level 2!)

Sponsors
Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super Heroes)(13)
Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)(8)
Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)(20)
Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear)(14)
ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV)(7)
Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi 2)(10)

Sidekicks
m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street Fighter Alpha)
Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II)
Anoat - Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)

Fallen
colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter EX)
Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of Fighters)(26)

Kalten --- The Blue Dragon (80 EXP - Level 2!)

Sponsors
Curley W - Jason Soe w/ Vader(9)
Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second Story)(4)
Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters)(10)
S-Chicken Boner - Adol Christian(Y's)(5)
Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)(26)
San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat)(16)
Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash Bros.)(10)

Sidekicks
Magus - Blanka(Street Fighter)
Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash Bros.)

Fallen
Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools)

Jun --- The Green Dragon (90 EXP - Level 2!)

Sponsors
The Damned - King(The King of Fighters) arena(18)
Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)(13)
Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)(28)
Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)(4)
eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom)(12)

Sidekicks
Psycho Power J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick

Fallen
Nif - Kite(.hack//infection)(1)
Simplistic Hero - Kuma(Tekken)
Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)(14)

Dorrin --- The White Tiger (57 EXP)

Sponsors
Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)(7)
Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy Tactics)(14)
CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai Shodown)(7)
MageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona)(8)
Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)(13)
Krizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)(13)

Fallen
pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles)
Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street Fighter)

New skills have been obtained from the link between Sponsors and their Lords. They are as follows:

Daisetsu
Immolation - The next 3 sponsors to take negative action against you recieve one A-Vote each, the last one recieving 2 A-votes instead.
Distance Charge - You deal 3 A-Votes to yourself, and the next A-Vote of target sponsor and yourself does 3 damage.

Kalten
Strafed Fire - Deals 2 damage to target Sponsor, and negates an R-Vote cast on another target Sponsor.
Parry Stance - Consumes 2 of your A-votes to Counter the next two attacks against you.

Jun
Spirit Link - The next three actions on target Sponsor happen to you as well(this does not include Ability effects, nor any effect you incur on target Sponsor afterwards. If a sponsor is already target of another Link, you cannot link that Sponsor.)
Kage Bunshin - For every 3 votes you take, target Sponsor is dealt one damage. This is not retroactive.

Special Rule - Ninjutsu

This round is special in the manner that Sponsors may use up to two Abilities this round instead of the normal one. Nothing else. Sponsors under Dorrin may use the same Ability twice--the others may not. Mithrik'en's atmosphere makes one feel more recharged than he or she has in a lifetime, but the environment of silent assassins watching your every step mandates that no action you make can be reckless. Understand that using FOCUS here cuts your available abilities in half.


Kalten and Dorrin are available for interaction. Daisetsu will be with Alma for a length of some time(determined by how far story goes), and then he will be available for interaction. Jun is not available for interaction except by one character--.

A special, brief minigame -- The three nations of Wind, Earth, and Water have now all been mentioned, and they all hail from root names that share a similarity. The first to PM me with the roots of these three nations' names will recieve a special bonus.

This round will end sometime around Tuesday 9:00 PM CST, and voting ends at 8:30. Understand that these can be changed, and if they are I'll edit this post to represent that.

OOC: Sorry the story was so rushed, but I had to get this round out as soon as possible.

EDIT: And no, there is no vote/Ability burn. XD

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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:37 PM

Superhero Sellout

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

first

Falcon shall use Parry Stance.
Falcon shall FOCUS.
Falcon shall post later explaining these votes.
Falcon just did not want to forget to do all this stuff.

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Switchblade Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:37 PM

Road Warrior

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

First.

EDIT: Damn you, JSG!

::Plots a devious way to dispose of JSG involving Jello, electric nipple clamps, and the Japanese mafia.::

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:39 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Er... NOT using FOCUS.

Watch out for me - it's quite late right now, so I shall post later in the day (so don't go layin' unprovoked smackdown on me XP).

*bows~*


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

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

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Dry31 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:42 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Testament engages Immolation.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:09 AM

K' -- KOF

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

Late night post

K' uses Parry Stance and will NOT be FOCUSed.

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Status:

Lord: Kalten
4 A-Votes
4 R-Votes
1 Unused Ability

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Kellios Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:25 AM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Uh... yeah.

Vincent will FOCUS


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

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Luna Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:26 AM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

K, Opera will FOCUS. ^^


Go to the light
Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite
Ikutsu no yo ake mo koeteku
Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:38 AM

K' -- KOF

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

K' spots Shizumaru, Opera, and Vince and hands them choco

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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:49 AM

Superhero Sellout

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

Captain's Log. 04-22-03. 12:49am
Sponsored by Kool-Aid.


Falcon looked at his new surroundings. So many people around. A bustling metropolis of old days, tons and tons of businesses. So far the most appealing place so far. Falcon walked about the streets, offering autographs to all the passers-by, and generally whoring himself out to all the business owners he could find. He walked through the town, and was reminded of Rurouni Kenshin, which he voiced-over a commercial for once, thought it only played for a week. Falcon was extremely pissed at this. Still, he got $3,000,000 out of it, so it was worth doing. Fond memories came swiftly to the Captain. All of his commerials, all of his deals.

Getting all teary-eyed and misty, Falcon had to go to a forest so no one would see him in such a vulnerable state. He passed it off as going to meditate on getting the One Deal, however. Hulk, Dan, and Tingle were great and all, but he needed time to think for himself a bit. It was early, and the forest seemed peaceful enough, and the pimpin' crew would probably not go there, for there are more potential hos in the city limits.

On his way to the forest, Falcon ran into a most unusual character, whom he had seen before, but never got a chance to market.. errr... talk to. A tall, lurking, demonic... demon. The Purple One himself, Mal'Ganis.

'Hello, good sir. I'm sure you know who I am. CAPTAIN FALCON!' He posed. 'And I have just the thing you need. Head and Shoulders... DANDRUFF SHAMPOOOOOOOO!!!!'

Falcon reached into his anime hammer space, pulled out the Big Bag o' Endorsed Products™, and got a bottle of Head and Shoulders, giving it to the demon. Falcon posed, gave and autograph, and left before Mal'Ganis had a chance to reply.

He reached the forest after a few minutes of walking, seeking inner peace and a bit of quiet time to think of what fuedal businesses would be best to get sponsorships from. Falcon sat down, his back rested on a tree, with some baby powder that Dan had left behind. Dozing off for a bit, a wicked looking creature climbed down the tree, eyeing the powder. The figure was still encompassed in shadows, his eyes gleamed throught he darkness when he saw the powder, however. One world echoed from the creatures mouth. 'Precious... precious...'

Falcon was completely oblivious as the creature drew nearer to him. 'Precious... he has... the precious... our precious. Must... have... the precious...'

Reaching, the oddity grabbed the baby powder from the hero's hand, but since Falcon was a light sleeper, it woke him up. 'GRAH!' was what came out of Falcon's mouth as he was awakened by the creature. His hand went swinging, and knocked the mystery being out of the shadows of the tree and into the light.

It was a nappy, chubby man in a beat up loin cloth. Long, curley black hair fell from his head down to his shoulders, his face adorned with a Fu-man-shu, and scars and bruises covered his body. The creature was none other than 70's porn star, Ron Jeremy. Jeremy spoke, 'Precious! Give me... precious!'

'What, precious? Is my autograph that great?'

'Preeecccioouuusssss...' The word lingered, low, slowly, as Jeremy reached for the baby powder. 'The... precious...'

Falcon then realized that this was not a crazed fan wanting an autograph. He recognized him, a man that many legends are based off of. The one and only Ron Jeremy. He was formerly the most successful adult film star in history, but then, he got a deal with Shotopimps. The dark power of the One Deal warped his mind, he became the hideous creature in front of Falcon, the one that is called Spankum. Yes, this was the creature of legends, the one who once had the One Deal, but now, the One Deal has him. Taken over by it's utter prowess and the sheer amounts of fame and money that the deal could give, Ron Jeremy was no more, and Spankum resided in his once-prosperous body.

'Precious... give me the precious!' A bit of light and humanity returned to Spankum's eyes.

'No... don't give it to me! DON'T! I was already ***zed up the ass by it, hardk00r! I can't handle it! Keep the Shotopimp products away from me!'

'NO! GIVE IT! NEED... THE PRECIOUS!'

Falcon stood in amazement, he had no idea what the One Deal could do to a man. It was obviously not everything he thought it was. The One Deal was pure evil, a dark power that could only be destroyed in the dark land of Chicago, where it was created. Seeing the fate that had befallen Ron Jeremy, Falcon could not do anything but doubt the One Deal.

'I can't have the One Deal. I must get it however. It is all that I have lived for. It is everything...'

The dark power of the Deal had gotten to the man himself now... Oh what a wicked web we weave, Falcon had become another follower of it's power, it had seeped into his mind, he was certainly done for now....

'I need that deal. It is everything. It is... the precious.

Wait! NO! I can't let this happen. The deal won't possess me, it can't. No endorsement is too much for Captain Falcon! I can handle it.
'

While he was deep in thought, Spankum managed to take the baby powder. Falcon realized this, and gave chace. Ron Jeremy was an overweight, out of shape man. However Falcon, Falcon was perfectly built, the perfection that is man, he easily caught up to Spankum, and subdued him, taking the powder, the symbolization of Shotopimps.

'NO! YOU CANNOT TAKE IT FROM ME! THE PRECIOUS IS ALL I HAVE! Spankum... Spankum need the precious to live. WE need it. Give it to us!'

'No! Do not! Take it to Chicago, and destroy it before someone else ends up like meeeeeeee!!!!!'

Falcon chose to heed this warning, and made haste to get away from Ron Jeremy, with his speed, the task was quite easy. However, Falcon just arrived, Spankum, however, was banished here. He knew all the shortcuts, all the terrain. Spankum leapt into the shadows, giving silent chase to Falcon...

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R-Vote to Mal'Ganis
Mal'Ganis is now in possession of Head and Shoulder dandruff shampoo

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The Damned Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:53 AM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

I guess I too will FOCUS. However, I don't really understand now Kyo. Before you edited the first post, it sounded like we could only use our Abilities and not anything else.

Therefore, I ask if we still have our A-Votes and R-Votes or not.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:56 AM

Superhero Sellout

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

We do, however there is no vote burn. And we have four abilities, 2 if FOCUSed.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:58 AM

K' -- KOF

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

JSG, it's only TWO abilities now. When you focus you're remained with one. Kyo thought the 4 abilities went a bit overboard, which I don't mind :P HIgher chance of me surviving

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:00 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

I apologize. I was a bit too hasty with deciding the terms of the special rule--with what it had been, most Sponsors didn't really have an effective way to attack other people.

So, I reduced the available abilities to 2, cut back down to 1 if one FOCUSes, and re-added votes back.

And yes, there is no Vote Burn this round. Consider it a gift.

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The Damned Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:02 AM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77
I apologize. I was a bit too hasty with deciding the terms of the special rule--with what it had been, most Sponsors didn't really have an effective way to attack other people.

So, I reduced the available abilities to 2, cut back down to 1 if one FOCUSes, and re-added votes back.

And yes, there is no Vote Burn this round. Consider it a gift.



Umm... can I edit out my Vanish then? Not to sound bitchy, but I would, you know like to change my plan know that the rules have been altered. And since that was before the alteration...

Yeah?

EDIT: Done.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:06 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Go right ahead.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:40 AM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Gen would love it here... I think it would remind him so much of his lost Wakatu...

Amethyst sighed and trudged out onto a bridge. He leaned against a railing and gazed at the leaves whirling by in the current.

That girl... Marquis Elmdor, Shizumaru, Mint... Vincent... So many old souls attracted to this girl. How does she fit into this whole thing?

He glanced down at his hands and found he was idly shuffling the deck of Tarot cards the Arcane priestess in Devin had given him.

What spread to use... The Mage's Pentacle should do.

A point-down star of aquamarine fire appeared in the air before him. Slowly, Amethyst drew four cards. They floated before him at the upper and side points of the pentagram, backs toward him. Four cards, to represent our situation... Another one was placed at the base point of the pentagram. One to represent our obstacle or opposing force... And one in the middle. And the result or goal.

He touched the rightmost card. It slowly turned on its vertical axis, revealing a young woman holding two discs, unable to choose between them. A small enchantment on the deck even allowed the woman to glance back and forth between the two, in constant flux. Two of Coins... Difficult situations, embarrassment, worry... The upper-right card turned. A young, dark-haired man held a straight sword aloft, mounted atop a black charger. Knight of Swords... Bravery, skill, heroic actions... The top left card flipped. A woman, old beyond her years, gazed at a staff held in her hands. A glistening, shapeless robe trailed to the floor behind her. Major Arcana High Priestess... Purity. Hand trembling, he touched the leftmost card. It revealed a man, clad in flowing robes, holding a wand and using it to conduct the movements of a sword, cup, and coin. The symbols danced in a sideways figure-eight, symbol of the eternity all mages study. Magician. I should have known.

Now the opposition...
The card turned, revealing a young boy stepping blithely off a cliff, his eyes fixed on the horizon, a dog yapping at his heels. The Fool? Not in control of his life, he plunges ahead thoughtlessly... Who is that?

One card remained floating with its back turned. Amethyst breathed deeply and touched it. A large, black tower rose from the ground in the card, lightning flickering in the background. A bolt from above the top border of the card had struck the tower, and debris was floating almost gently in the space around the sundering point. Tower. Destruction, violent change.

These cards reveal a lot, but they aren't the clearest... A divination cantrip will help determine what they mean...
He ran his fingers across the Two of Coins, leaving a violet smear where his fingers ran. As it cleared, the coins grew holes in the middle which grew to form the coins into rings, and the young woman no longer looked from one to the other, instead staring straight at the viewer, red hair streaming behind her.

He smiled and ran his fingers across the Knight of Swords. The blade lengthened and curved, the hair reddened, and Amethyst found himself staring into the eyes of... Shizumaru-san... I suppose you're the hero here...

He didn't even need to touch the High Priestess or Magician. About as obvious as they come, those omens.

Then his hand lingered over the Fool. He stroked it and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the card had disappeared. He looked down. A small pile of dust lay on the bridge railing below where the card had been. Then, a drop of liquid landed in the pile of dust. Another landed, and he followed it up...

To the Tower. The Tower was dripping blood, and the card itself had changed of its own accord. The tower and lightning were still there, yet now the lightning had a source. A winged figure, colored in red and dripping.

Bloody...

Angel...


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For those wondering, I made that Tarot spread up.

EDIT: And Amethyst is now FOCUSing.

3A, 2R, 1A.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:52 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 3:1

Bloody Angel... then no wonder I could not sense her problem. She is no demon at all...

A breeze blew through the hair, tossing Shizumaru's ponytail around in the air. Silently, he looked up and saw the familiar blossoms of sakura trees, and as the wind rippled through, petals fell from the branches, brushing against his cheek delicately.

Must they taunt me with my last memories of Tachibana-san?

His umbrella was open now, and leaning against his shoulder to provide some sort of shield between himself and the petals, and he looked up at the sky with a gentle smile on his face. Despite the wistful memories of Tachibana Ukyo that the location brought to him, after all - it was very nearly home, in the aesthetical sense.

One of his muscles started to spasm in his arm, and he looked at it strangely. Shizumaru stood still for a moment, as another breeze passed through the air and across his face, making his face pinken up a little. Even though Yuri had healed his wounds, he was still quite exhausted from the ordeal in the dojo - and seeing as how Alma could not come to him at the moment, he would feel a great deal less modest...

Shizumaru headed off towards the middle island, thinking that the volcano in the middle would be just the place for what he was looking for. Right now, what he needed was a place to relax, gather his thoughts, and forget his troubles for the time being. Another wave of sakura petals flew in front of his face as Shizumaru neared the mountain, and around him, he watched pairs of children playing in the street, mothers scolding, something perhaps cooking in a house nearby... it was eerily reminiscent of his own life, back on his own world.

"Guess I wasn't alone in going to the hot springs," chuckled Kalten next to him. "You're going then as well?"

Shizumaru nodded. "That I am. My mind and body are exhausted... and that I have not been to hot springs in a good while myself... I thought that now might be the right time for a brief stay."

"I don't blame you," Kalten smirked, and folded his arms behind his head as they walked along. "I can only imagine what your bodies must feel like... and I heard about your role in that 'disturbance' involving the cleric girl. Do you realize how dangerous that could've been if you'd been caught escaping?"

"Hai," Shizumaru nodded slowly. "But... I had to. I could never forgive myself if I let her be forced into that darkness she holds... you see, she and I share that in common - and there have been many times when I myself have very nearly been forced to uncover the darkness in my soul as well. It is very, very painful, in both mind and body - "

"I don't need to know the details. Besides... Daisetsu's talking to Alma about it right now, so you don't need to worry about it any more. He'll take care of it," he yawned, and stretched out his arms. "So don't break your nails over it, okay?"

"Yes, but..." Shizumaru looked away from Kalten, who was now whistling a little tune - as if nothing serious had happened to Alma in the least! "I can't simply ignore her situation... Kalten, what shall I do? What can I do for her?"

"Nothing."

"N - nothing?!" Shizumaru gasped. "But - "

"Hell, if *I* were her, I'd hate to see my friends blowing it out of proportion. If she wants to talk about it, let her do that..." He laughed once. "Anyway. Hot springs, dead ahead."

Shizumaru nodded, and the two of them proceeded further on up the mountain to one of the small changing rooms. The young man stepped in first, and while Kalten stood to keep a watch over the stall -

"The FUCK?"

"My daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around
Yeah, daddy is sleepin' and mama ain't around
We're gonna wonk wonk wonk
Till we tear the house down
Come on and wonk, yeah baby, wonk
Ooooh yeah, just like this - *pelvic thrust!*
Come on and give a honk... and do the WONK!
"

Kalten's eye twitched and his mouth formed a scowl. "Ugh... eyesore," he growled and mock-shuddered. "Now, I'll let Jun wear the tight clothing around here, but as for you..." Idly, he flicked a hand into the air, and an enormous blue bolt of lightning shot down from the skies, right onto the unfortunate wonk-obsessee - who tumbled down the mountain, bouncing like rubber, until he stopped a good ways down the base, moaning "... let's do the wonk..."

"And now that THAT is taken care of..." Kalten dusted off his hand, and knocked on the stall door. "You finished yet?"

"Hai, Kalten-san," came the faint reply of Shizumaru - already in the springs, he suspected. Kalten shrugged, and went into the little stall, quickly (and rather lazily) taking off his clothes in favor of one of the simple loincloths. Finishing that, he slid open the door leading into the hot spring and was met with a blast of heat and steam from the water. Shrugging, he casually stepped in and waded over to Shizumaru - who had tied his ponytail up higher so as not to get his hair wet.

"Well, isn't this nice," Kalten laughed with a sarcastic tone, and Shizumaru nodded idly to himself, lost in other thoughts.

Kalten-san said not to worry about Alma-san, but she is in so much confusion and pain right now... how can I simply let that slip past my eyes?

I cannot doubt that Elmdor will come after her, that is for certain. What matters now, is only when and how...

... Tachibana-san. Tell me, please; what would you have done right now...?


--

MUKKI SMACKDOWN~ XD


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

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

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:08 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act III – The Maiden and the Memory – I

Turn around, you say
‘scuse the truth but I haven’t eaten today
and my eyes are turnin’ grey

What’s your name?

I~~ can’t remember.


---

A wind of ill omen blew his silver hair and crimson cape, as though he were the image of some arcane magus. High atop the roof of Riovannes Castle, Mesdoram Elmdor, the Silver Noble, stood, his arms folded as he gazed across the wide roof at Ramza Beoulve. The boy had just…declined his request for the Zodiac Stone he possessed.

Moments earlier, the Lord of the manor, Barinten, had been thrown to a grisly death far below by the merciless hands of Lede, the younger of the Marquis’s two assassin companions. Now, the life of another – Rafa – was on the line. And Elmdor didn’t know it yet, at that time, but Ramza Beoulve would always,
always come for a friend who was in trouble. Even if he ended up facing the legendary Silver Noble and his assassins.

Robed in the garb of a ninja, Ramza darted forward, soft footfalls tapping the tiles of the roof like a quiet drumhead. He lashed out at Celia, the elder of the assassin sisters, but his kodachi found only her cross-block. She pirouetted, as if engaged in an elegant dance, turning away his second strike as though it were a mere prod. With a flick of her wrist, she drove her second sword into his shoulder – which would have been his chest, had he not chanced to react fast enough. In the distance, Lede was drawing near to Rafa. He didn’t have much time.

The younger assassin keeled over, suddenly, and Ramza knew that somewhere, behind him, Mustadio would be simultaneously boasting about his ‘precision aim’ and lusting after the beautiful assassin. At his side, the samurai Deruta lunged forward, without regrets about now facing his former commander-in-chief on the battlefield.

“Shadow Stitch!” shouted Lede, as her fingers played in and out of each other in symmetrical shapes and patterns. An inky spiritual binding seemed to envelop the swordsman, eerily stopped right where he was. The intense expression of being about to strike was frozen on his face, his sword raised above his head. Rafa had begun to run, but Elmdor himself had given chase, seeming to fly over the blue tiles of the roof after her.

“Yagumo rising, all who know God!” He hollered, hand flying downward to his sheathed katana – a foreign sword like the kind Deruta himself used. “Heaven’s Cloud!” Ramza, still caught up in close combat with the assassin Celia, heard only the sound of roof tiles shattering and Rafa’s scream as a lightning-fast blade of wind flew outward, slashing the girl heavily on the back. Deruta’s arms also began to bleed; the ‘Izuna’ – the air wave of the drawn-out Heaven’s Cloud, had cut the ‘frozen’ man also. Ramza knew he had to get medicine or cures to them. Either way, the battle could not go on much longer.

With a shout and a lunge, he swung at the assassin’s head, turning his blade sharply midway. It sunk into her soft breast even as she dodged, and she flashed a momentary glare of hate that was immediately replaced with the woman’s ice-cold battle demeanor. “Leave her alone!” he shouted, bowing his knees to jump up into the air. The height of the jump took her by surprise; it must have been a Lancer’s training, to be sure.

“Let’s go!” came a shout from behind as Mustadio ran forward, leading a two-person charge with Charene, as a white mage, in tow. “The shockwave of the second bullet!” The muzzle of his gun erupted in smoke and a bullet embedded itself in Lede’s arm. “When I say don’t act, I mean don’t act, sucka!” He twirled his ancient firearm before opening it to hastily reload.

Lede struggled to move, but as she did, Ramza descended with heaven’s fury, whipping both of his kodachi shortswords against her bare flesh. She keeled over to her knees, breathing and bleeding heavily.

“There’s no more time to waste here.” The voice of the Marquis seemed to halt the battle. “Celia, Lede, let’s go.” At his word, both of them ceased fighting. Walking calmly to him, they followed him as he disappeared over the high crest of the roof. Ramza ran to where Rafa lay, bleeding.

“Rafa…are you okay?” Those were his words, simple and kind.

Those were the actions that intrigued Elmdor. Why fight so hard, give so much of his all, even against such dire odds? What drove him forward, even when he realized he confronted the Kings of Hell themselves? When everything he’d grown up believing was proven nothing more than a twisted falsity?

Was it for glory, or honor? No… Was it for truth? Perhaps. Was it for love? Almost assuredly.

And at one time, he remembered, he had been much like that boy.


---

The land of Mithrik’en was beautiful, the way he had always imagined Nipan from the books he was able to buy from overseas. The red bridges spanning the rivers and islands reminded him of those he had built back in Limberry, those Oriental-style bridges that gave the city a unique Eastern flavor. Even the buildings were tall and made of wood, with imposing brick foundations. Blue or red tiles covered almost every roof, and every street he walked down was bustling. It felt…relaxing, to rub shoulders with people, as though he was an ordinary man once again.

I cannot hear it…the voice of Zalera. Perhaps he is ‘asleep’. What that man, Daisetsu, said may be true – depending on what our total lifeforce is, our energy comes back at different rates. Therefore, since I am only human whereas Zalera is a Lucavi, it would take him longer to receive back the same amount of energy.

And that’s not taking into account the fact that he’s receiving it through my body.
Elmdor gave a wry smile at the thought of cutting off all of Zalera’s energy. He had indeed been trying to wean the lifeforce away from the Zodiac Demon, but no human’s control of ki was absolute enough to divert it all. Perhaps someone like Jun or Daisetsu could do it – someone whose mind reached far beyond human…but he was not them, and he would have to find his own way.

But still…the fact that he is silent is perhaps a result of his manifestation. Without his full energy, it is a drain on his lifeforce to manifest himself in me. However…once he regains his full energy, what then? And with the ‘Bloody Angel’ here, how much greater will his power be magnified?

For the first time in what seemed like ages, he slipped his hand inside of his robe, running his hand over that cold patch of chest where he knew the skin was bleached-white. Even if Zalera were to somehow disappear in an instant, that little spot guaranteed that any life he tried to live would be fraught with troubles. There was no telling what troubles it had stirred up already.

That sword…‘Forever Sin’. Did Kaiki know what she was doing when she tried to use it? Perhaps it’s as Fabian believed, that it is a weapon that should never be used.

In the city of Mithrik’en, Mesdoram Elmdor felt more at home, more himself. The beauty of nature was all around him, magnified by the beauty of Eastern architecture. But especially, he took a strange sense of pride in the fact that many people wore weapons. Teenage girls, chatting as they walked down the street, had pairs of sheathed kodachi strapped to their back. Friendly sellers in the marketplace hawked their wares, even as Elmdor saw great glaives and spears propped up against the backs of their counters. Ninja seemed to walk the street as if it were a race, not an occupation.

And the conflict renewed itself in him once again. There was a desire to fight, to test what must be a culturally-ingrained greatness among the warriors of this place against his own skill that he’d hewn from the pages of ancient technique manuals and battlefield experience. Yet, there was also a desire for peace, to be still and become enlightened to the wisdom of the ages that spoke in a still, small voice. To admire the simple beauty and integrity of things like Mithrik’en’s architecture and dress-style.

Wordlessly, he walked down the street, taking every sight, sound, and smell in, for he didn’t wish to miss a moment of that place.

---

Katana of the Round: Heaven’s Cloud. The Heaven’s Cloud is a strong katana with a dark blue sheath and grip. Its guard depicts clouds and gusts of wind – indicative of its wind-elemental powers. When the spirit of the Heaven’s Cloud is drawn out, the sword releases a malevolent gale in the form of a large white slash-shaped projectile that extends from the same trajectory as the blade’s slash. This wind-slash, nicknamed the ‘Izuna’, is one of the fastest draw-out attacks, and is very difficult to evade. If the initial wave is disrupted (which it can be, since it’s wind-elemental), it dissipates into many smaller slashes, which may still prove dangerous.

Zalera’s soul is silent, having spent much energy in the previous round to physically manifest himself. Thus, he has no choice but to lay low while the lifeforce energy lost in the initial transport continues to filter in. The eyes are red, and Mesdoram Elmdor is now himself again.

---

And who would've thought? A flashback-ish throwback to a flashback, just like RT3's Elmdor story!

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Wayne Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:33 AM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In this entry....

-Mal'Ganis gets an invitation. Two words.

---

Again the disconcerting portal which pulled Mal'Ganis from his drink-- no doubt right before Alma-- Altima, rather-- found the time to reply to his well-veiled summons and joined him by the Arena.

Or perhaps this 'Altima' does not enjoy the sight of human blood. I have had that there is the odd succubus who enjoys torture but is extremely squeamish about actually killing anything. ...well, demons are not exactly known for their consideration of such matters. Still, perhaps I should find her again....

The land Mal'Ganis and the other contestants stood in resembled something like the Pandaren capital of Pangri-La; an Oriental paradise, its own utopia in a world busy with far more important matters than serving tea and sake and cultivating miniature trees.

He listened politely as Daisetsu spoke-- Mithrik'en-- this cartogrophers of this world must be bloody tired of apostrophes-- was this nation-state's name, and he explained how it was a chain of mercantile-based cities with a strong Ninja tradition. The Dreadlord reflexively glanced around, searching for Jun; as he heard this; but didn't see her, and nearly missed Daisetsu's final-- almost offhand-- remark.

The final 'test' before we are sent to our deaths for this foolish war. Delightful. We demons are cruel, but at least we know to deal with our own problems. Inviting random fools like this crowd, not to mention promising them divinity, can only lead to more trouble than it's worth.

Lacking anything more pressing to do, Mal'Ganis scoured the now-dwindling groups of contestants for Alma; he found her shortly, although scowled as Daisetsu led her off. No doubt he wished for her story regarding the altercation in Kaintor'en.

Mal'Ganis began to follow them, but stopped short as one Ninja, trying vainly to be inconscipuous; strode silently over to him. "You are Mal'Ganis?" he queried; voice carrying the same accent as Jun's, though harsher; and the demon nodded. "This is for you." he bowed, handing Mal'Ganis a sealed letter.

The Dreadlord took it, then stopped; widening one toward the Ninja in amusement; he had no eyebrows. The mortal nodded and seemed to fade away; so artfully did he retreat.

I should be more careful. If an errand boy is capable of agility nearly rivalling that of a Demon Hunter... then their ninja masters would have to be formidable. ...now, ah... from Jun? Well, well....

Mal'Ganis snapped the seal open with one of his claws and opened the scroll. In a very delicate hand it read,

"Mal'Ganis,

I wish to thank you for the gifts and attention you've seen fit to bestow on me. I have been preoccupied with the preparations so far, but I have some time now. If you'd like to meet me at the central island, the one with the dormant volcano, it would be an honor.

I'll be at the Shin-Ko water gardens. Ask one of the ninja if you have difficulty finding it.

Thank you again for the flowers. They were wonderful.

(Signed) Jun"

...I wasn't aware that a plot could work too well. Yet apparently it has.

...this changes things. Perhaps I needn't kill her after all. Perhaps simply weakening her resolve to the point where she cannot resist me... then my powers can handle the rest. She would be more useful as an ally or pawn than ever her soul could.

Yes... yes, if this goes well....


Mal'Ganis grinned to himself, and walked toward the central island. The bridges, he noticed; were as distinguished as the buildings; well-wrought iron and painted over in autumn tones. He nodded politely to the mortals who passed him by; mostly merchants or their functionaries, but more than a few ninja and civilians, no doubt a few tourists, who seem, regardless of the world, to be drawn to all things Oriental; and stopped by the first jeweler he could see in one of the many shops built around the incredibly popular central location.

"Falazure," or so the well-dressed mortal was named; was personally on hand; and Mal'Ganis, wishing to pass off his aura of wealth and command; went straight to him. The man, still handsome despite his years; bowed toward the demon; then smiled.

"You'll have to forgive the employees, my friend. They're not used to seeing a, ah, oni in person." He chuckled and offered his hand to Mal'Ganis.

"Mal'Ganis." he replied, giving another slight bow-- if I continue showing such undue respect toward mortals, I'll...-- and then managed a smile. "I am meeting a woman of exquisite taste. She seems to favor the color green." The Dreadlord frowned as Falazure rose an eyebrow knowingly. "I am absurdly wealthy."

The man's eyes lit up. "Is that so? Well, then, only the best, hai?"

Violet eyes shimmered. "Very wealthy."

Mal'Ganis knew why mortals would spend their entire lives fighting over and making money. It made things happen. Gold was the currency of power in the realm of mortals; just as magic, strength, and cunning were what meant power in the Nether. And the mention of gold was to a greedy merchant what, perhaps; the mention of a weak world laced with magic nodes meant to a Greater Demon.

Falazure returned with what was quite possibly the brightest medium-size emerald Mal'Ganis had ever seen. It was set on a chain, to be worn as a pendant; and was, conveniently, about the right length for Jun. He also barely managed to hide a knowing smirk-- there was some innate magic in that jewel, and, judging from little Mal'Ganis could sense from its aura; was elemenal, and defensive.

"I will take it."

"But I haven't even told you the pr--"

"It matters not. I will take it."

---

(To be continued!)


"As you can see, your people are now mine. I will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis

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Wayne Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:37 AM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Mal'Ganis had indeed needed to get directions to the water garden; fortunately, he had only to mention the "Shin-Ko gardens" to Falazure to instantly get a reaction, and a location; in his mind. It had taken more concentration than usual to break in; and he wasn't sure if it was a decline in his powers, or simply stronger resistance in the mortal. Either way....

He had changed his armor into a set of exotic Nathrezim dress robes; deep purple in color, of course; with black trim along the sides and seams, with a black silklike cape. He also began preparing his formidable mental powers; focusing them; all to the end of Charming--

"Ah, Mal'Ganis!"

Charm... Charm... what... charm...?

If Jun had been attractive before; she was stunning now. Her hair, not really that long; flowed freely, as did the vivid green kimono she wore. She smiled tightly, clearly nervous herself; and walked down the wide steplike levels down to Mal'Ganis.

"Lady... Jun. You look... beautiful. Those garments suit you very well." He bowed, taking her hand; and placed it to his lipless mouth; more for tradition than to actually kiss it; that being very difficult for a Dreadlord to do.

She blushed slightly and bowed in return. "Thank you. You look very... um... noble, Mal'Ganis. That robe... wear does it come from?"

"The Twisting Nether," Mal'Ganis replied dryly, "And it is spun in the fabric of the Ether, and washed in the blood of the Legion's enemies."

She paled. "Mal'Ganis--"

"Actually, I do believe that it's silk." He smiled thinly as Jun scowled; though with humor behind it. "...my apologies. I understand it's considered human to attempt to reduce uneasy situations with humor."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're... uneasy?"

The Dreadlord shrugged. "Somewhat. Yourself?"

Jun chuckled. "Well... maybe a little. ...come, let's take a walk through the gardens. It's a good change of pace from the desert, wouldn't you say?"

Mal'Ganis smiled again. "Indubitably. And I could not ask for better company."

He offered Jun his hand, and the master ninja accepted it with hers.

From behind them a local boy made catcalls toward the pair's back. Mal'Ganis put him to Sleep.

---

"So... this land is your home, Lady Jun?"

"Yes. My father is a Hokage, and I spent much of my early life here... I'm considered jounin now. ...do you know much about our culture?"

Yes, thanks to all the mortals I-- "No. Please; elaborate."

The couple strolled through the water garden; Mal'Ganis listening and, feeling it was expected of him; interrupted Jun occasionally with meaningless questions about this particular plant or that particular ninja technique. The main walkway ended by circling around an ornate fountain; Jun and Mal'Ganis sat in front of it, and he felt it was his turn to speak.

"...I am afraid I don't really have much to say as regards my 'early' years. I am nearly seventeen thousand human years old now, and as far as I know I am a magically created being. Demons cannot procreate with each other, as you mortals can... only through infusions of magical energy, based on some sort of 'template.' The Nathrezim were, I am told; once a mortal race, but were eventually entirely consumed with vampirism. Their High Mages, millenia ago, discovered immortality... and from that time since we have been much as we are."

Jun shook her head. "That's... I don't know. It sounds horrible, coming from that... I thought all demons were like our oni... malevolent spirits from another world."

Mal'Ganis gave an eerie smirk, and Jun looked away. "And where do these 'oni' come from? I know in many religions there are demons to serve as the counterpart to angels, but they aren't those sort of demons. Sargeras, one of the greatest, was once an immortal Titan, who was corrupted. The Eredar, of whom Archimonde is a member, are 'true' demons-- they are immortal extraplanar entities, and they say they have always been that way. The Nathrezim may even be that way too... but none of us can remember aside from the legends."

"I notice you saying 'them' a lot, Mal'Ganis," she pointed out. "Aren't you still a demon?"

The Dreadlord laughed mirthlessly. "Ah ha... yes, I will forever be a demon. I cannot change what I am. No... I am simply not part of the Burning Legion."

"Why not?"

"They wish to kill me."

"Why?"

"Because the man who killed me before couldn't do it right."

She stared. "You're... dead?"

Mal'Ganis shrugged. "I got better. I was reanimated, yes. Fortunately as a demon I had the power to restore my old form, and I found an ally who helped me tap back into the Twisting Nether." He glanced sidelong at Jun. "I would say I look fairly good for a product of death and subsequent necromancy. Wouldn't you agree?"

The ninja laughed politely. "Yes, I would have to say so."

Mal'Ganis looked away for a moment, and Jun; assuming it to be from remonstrance; put her hand on his shoulder.

I had not intended on telling her so much. Could it be... no. She is merely a means to an end.

...but if so... why do I keep telling myself that?


The Dreadlord gently removed her hand and stood, for a second keeping his back to her. "Lady Jun... as it is tradition, I brought something for you."

Her face immediately began to redden. "N-no, Mal'Ganis, that's not really neces--"

Mal'Ganis removed the emerald pendant from the first inner fold of his robe and turned, and in one smooth, rapid motion, placed it around her neck.

"Mal'Ganis, I-- wow! Is this really--?"

He nodded. "A shikon emerald. It's also a charm... if I'm correct, it possesses some resistance to elemental magic."

"It's..." she missed a breath. "...beautiful. I've... I've never gotten anything like this...."

Mal'Ganis noticed her hands trembling-- ever so slightly, but it was there-- as she held up the pendant to get a better look at it. Thus distracted, Mal'Ganis gave an ever slighter twitch of his index finger, pointing toward Jun's forehead. It was a minor effect, normally almost unnoticeable; even to such a skilled woman as Jun; and certainly not while her mind and heart were wrapped around that sparkling green rock.

...well... compared to other psychic attacks, minor. I am curious to see how Jun reacts to the Charm power now... or what she's willing to do, now that any emotion toward me, good or ill; is greatly amplified. Heh....

Mal'Ganis the Desecrater offered Jun his hand. "Where to next, my dear?"

---

There's only one thing to say.



Thanks for being a sport about this, Kyo. Your show now.


"As you can see, your people are now mine. I will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis

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Dry31 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:54 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
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Again, wandering in yet another strange place...Testament was really starting to get tired of this; as soon as the little speech was finished, he wandered off, heading into a lightly forested area. Spotting a mossy log, he strides over to it wearily, sitting down to think.

Test after Test after TEST...is this the reason we were brought here? Is this the reason Daisetsu and his accomplices abducted us to serve their ends? Useless! But then...who am I to judge? Daisetsu is acting to protect countless people; I've taken countless lives, for far worse reasons than that. From what I have seen of Daisetsu far, he seems to be a noble man, deditcated to helping his people. I saw the look on his face when he mentioned the prize for the winner..."godhood". That look in his eye...it was fear. Why was he so afraid?

Suddenly, at that moment, a vision floats before Testament's mind's eye. A vision...of Shang Tsung, laughing as humans all over this world scream, their souls sucked from them, their bodies crumbling to dust. Testament's face twitches for a moment...

Why do YOU care? You, who would have unleashed Justice on the world to purge the human race? You, who still has that urge to kill screaming within you?! In the Arena back there...you spilled the blood of seven men, ended their lives forever. You killed seven fathers' sons...

Another vision appears before Testament...this time, he sees visions of Dizzy and Kliff Undersn screaming, crumbling to dust. Testament's head jerks, as though he had been physically struck...

Yes...I did kill in the Arena. But those were evil men, murderous beasts with only the lust for bloodshed in their hearts. Creatures who would have gone on to cause only more suffering in the future. And yes...I did attempt to bring about the end of all humanity. But I regret what I did; I live on with the visions of those bloodstains on my hands. Creatures like Tsung...creatures like I-No...don't. They only seek to gratify their own selfish lusts, again and again, regardless of how much pain they cause!

Testament's eyes seem to shine with a black fury...he rises slowly to his feet.

"Such foul monsters cannot be allowed to live...I will paint the very earth with their LIFEBLOOD!"

(Testament is now available for interaction. He'll be wandering around, trying to find the most evil ones amongst the contenders [Shang Tsung and Mal'ganis are good examples of beings with a high enough level of evil] and damage them as grievously as possible. If you're not that evil, he'll likely ignore you or try to keep any exchange as brief as possible; if forced to fight, he'll try to keep it brief, inflicting only enough damage to keep you off his back long enough for him to leave and continue his search.)

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-22-2003 , 03:25 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act III – The Maiden and the Memory – II

“Whoa, cool…ninjas!” Jason Soe whipped his trusty camera out of his bag and snapped a picture of a cool-looking black-haired man who concealed his lower face with a cloth mask. “The Prof will get a kick out of these.” Turning to another ninja – this time a buxom, beautiful teenage ninja, he took another picture. And another. “Yeah, some shots I just have to preserve for posterity and all…”

“Riiiiight,” Vader sighed, in his doglike way. “And I’m not looking for a hydrant.” The dog shook his head idly as he continued to walk along the street beside Jason. The whole place was surreal, like they’d just taken a trip to Japan, except there weren’t any videogames or anime in sight.

“Well, I guess I can get an o-bento box lunch handmade by a ninja girl, but I’m outa luck on trying to find a copy of ‘Generation of Chaos III’.” He reached behind his head with his arms, leaning back in a half-stretch. Really, this was a pretty good place to wind up, the destinations being involuntary and all. Compared to some of the wild rides he got pulled into, it hadn’t been all that bad so far. Well…maybe the dojo thing…but he figured he’d walked into that one. Mental note: next time you see people fleeing a half-destroyed building, run the direction they’re running.

His sneaker-clad feet clomped over the iron planks – he was now crossing a large bridge, connecting two rather close islands. It almost looked just as if it were a bridge over a river. He took hold of his camera again, panning out with the zoom lens.

“Wow, get a load of this scenery…cool stuff, definitely. Maybe I can sell it to National Geographic when I get home and become famous or something.” Jason leaned over the railing of the bridge, lining up the perfect shot of a Mithrik’en skyline – pagoda roofs, blossoming cherry trees, and all. “Aaaaaaaaaand there!” Pressing down the shutter button, he immortalized a split-second of time on film forever, to recall his adventures.

As he put his camera down, leaving it to dangle on the strap around his neck, he noticed a man close to him standing on the railing, looking out at the myriad of close islands with their uniquely Japanese style. The man turned slightly in his direction, and Jason saw a look of peaceful meditation upon his face. He approached the silver-haired man, waving his hand in deference.

“Nice scenery, huh?” He leaned on the railing in the opposite direction, glancing sideways at the man’s face. Was he a native? Probably not…by now, Jason had been to enough ‘tournaments’ to have a pretty good guess when he was talking to a participant or a native.

“Yes, I’m enjoying it quite a bit. It reminds me of where I grew up.” Jason noticed the sheathed katana stuck in his belt.

“You grew up in Japan?”

“No…Limberry. I was the Marquis there. We had many immigrants from the Far East in our country, and our architecture and lifestyle often reflected that. We had bridges like these, though none so wide.”

“Limberry, huh? Sounds…pretty feudal, man.” Nodding his head and scratching Vader behind the ears, he continued. “Me, I’m from the good ‘ol U.S. of A. Podunk, to be exact. And that’s probably a long way from wherever here is.”

“Yuessovay?” Elmdor furrowed his brow. “Yes…I suppose we must be from different places. After all, the time before this, I met many from places I had no knowledge of. Things that would be considered shocking became almost everyday occurrence.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Jason groped around in his duffel bag, eventually coming up with a can of Pepsi. “This is like…my third time, I think.” He extended his hand to Elmdor, who only looked at it as if it were a foreign gesture. “Name’s Jason; Jason Soe.” He popped the top of the can of soda and rushed it to his lips to catch the roiling foam before any could spill.

Elmdor gave a curt nod, as Jason lowered his hand. “Mesdoram Elmdor, formerly Marquis of Limberry. And this is your third time, you say? I was…unaware that my own circumstance could be more than an isolated incedent.”

“Yeah, third time – been there, done that, still waiting for the t-shirt.” He ignored the Marquis’s puzzled expression and continued. “I’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff in my life, but I’ve never seen anything as weird as the stuff that goes down in these things.” He guzzled another swig of soda, breathing out with a refreshed ‘Ahhhhhh’.

“Say, I’m curious. If you’d be so kind as to share, what is your style?” Elmdor gazed at the boy expectantly.

“Uh…non brand-name clothing? Punk metal?”

“Your jutsu.”

“Oh, you mean my fighting style,” Jason sighed, glad he’d hung around on internet message boards enough to be infused with a bare-bones videogame knowledge of Japanese. “Well…to be honest, I really don’t have one. Never really was good in a brawl. I’d get schooled by the bullies if I ever did get in a fight.” He piped up, “I really like alchemy, though. And if I might blow my own horn, I’m gettin’ pretty good. You ought to see my AOHellhole.” Before Elmdor even had a chance to respond, Jason realized his error. “Wait, don’t ask. It’s kinda complicated to explain.”

“Very curious, very curious indeed, Jason Soe. You come to a gathering of fighters with your dog and a few alchemical ingredients and somehow expect to get by…” Elmdor looked off into the distance, wistfully. “I can’t say that I agree with your tactics, but they seem to have carried you thus far.”

“Yeah…guess so.” Jason shoved his left hand into his pocket, swirling around the soda in the can with his right.

“What is it that keeps you going? You’re just a boy – you have a long life ahead of you. Why risk it all on the field of battle without even a weapon?” Elmdor drew his katana and admired its fine craftsmanship alongside the boy.

“I’ve got a sword too…though it was given to me by someone else. I’ve been practicin’, but I still ain’t that good yet. I suppose it takes a long time to become a swordmaster.” Jason fished in his duffel for the Rune Sword that Amethyst had bestowed upon him. “Ah, here it is.”

Elmdor took the runic longsword in his hands, drawing out enough of the blade to see the tang. “Hmm…this sword has a magical soul. Certainly a powerful weapon - if you know how to use it right. Usually, one sees this kind of soul in powerful broadswords or longswords, of the ancient variety. Nobody knows how to craft swords like this anymore, as far as I know.” He remembered the previous question. “And yes, it takes a good deal of time and a greater deal of effort to become a swordmaster. But you can, if you put yourself to it. Nobody is born into this world knowing how to wield a weapon.”

“Well geez, sorry for not being the legendary Sephiroth, man.” Jason took his sword and threw it back into the duffel bag, sighing as he took another swig of Pepsi.

“No apologies necessary. Only a proposition.” Elmdor smiled, putting the Heaven’s Cloud back into his belt. “You have a right spirit, Jason. You’re not bound up in petty disputes, and you see things with a fair eye – that’s more than can be said of a great many people…perhaps myself included. I want to see if holding onto that is enough for you. With your idealism, can you change the world? I helped change the world – though it was with the swing of a sword.” Running his hands through his silver hair, he smelled the scent of the sea breeze intermingled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms. It reminded him of Ukyo Tachibana, that great samurai he had met in his first ‘tournament’. “Can you truly survive as you are, Jason Soe? If you can, perhaps there is hope for the innocent in the world.”

“Yeah, that’d be pretty cool,” Jason mumbled, his mouth full of donut. “Jason Soe, the man who changed the world.” He continued to chew. “But man…you kinda talk a lot.”

“Ah, sorry,” Elmdor chuckled. “it’s just that, in times like these, I remember so many stories about ‘a certain man’ and the lessons that anyone could learn from his life. I suppose I just want to spread the lessons of that man’s life to those who I think could benefit from hearing them.” He turned away and, slowly, began to walk toward the other side of the wide bridge. His silver hair and red cape fluttered in the breeze as flower petals blew sparsely around him.

Jason stood on the bridge, in thought, holding a head full of questions and an empty can of Pepsi.

“Well shit,” Vader finally spoke, “with a face like that, you look like you just got whooped on Jeopardy.”

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1 R-Vote to Jason Soe
1 Stimulant-Vote to myself, who will need it in a few hours. :P

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-22-2003 , 03:28 AM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Umm...

Well, I wasn't too sure as what Dorrin's personality was, so I kinda... made it up along the lines of anything Dorrin-ish Kyo wrote. ^^;;; If it's wrong, Kyo, I'm sorry. ^^;;;;;;;

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Maya Amano 3:1

Maya reflected on the battle with the monsters and that man… The woman named Alma had called him Elmdor. She had known him… and not on friendly terms. The people there, Mint, Shizumaru and the other two, the three eyed lady Opera and the dark and brooding man Vincent had attacked him with all their might. They had used… abilities, magic, without the need for Persona. And all she had done was shot at him, not that it did any good.

And for another second in that moment, Maya felt useless.

She still gripped the handguns tightly in her palms. She had watched everyone go along their separate ways to explore the Japanese-looking city. They acted… as though it was a normal thing for them to experience; like a battle like that was an experience of their everyday life. Maya could never understand how those people lived in a world like that. She was grateful that the demons, angels, and other mythological figures from her world were gone forever.

Deep within her heart, Maya wished that everything could go back to normal.

“Lost in thought, Maya Amano?” a voice asked. Maya turned and faced Dorrin, leading back against a tree.

“D-D-Dorrin!” Maya gasped. Like Maya, he hadn’t gone off and explored the city just yet. Instantly, Maya felt guilt for what had happened in the dojo at Kaintor'en. She blushed, gave a quick bow, and tried as fast as she could to put her handguns back into its bag.

“I am so sorry for what happened to the dojo… We, me, everyone didn’t mean to… um, destroy it,” Maya said in a quick apology. She was still having trouble putting one of the handguns in the bag. The fact of Dorrin’s size and the mace he carried around with him didn’t make her anymore calm. “Oh dear… imagine the cost it will take to fix that place! Oh… if it collapsed I wouldn’t know what to do! How would I pay for it? I’m still trying to get my driver’s license baaaaaaackk!!”

“It’s…” Dorrin started to say, a bead of sweat trickled from the side of his head as he gave a small and polite smile, “It is alright, Ms. Amano. It is not your fault or anyone else’s who was there that Elmdor did what he did.”

“I guess so but…” Maya breathed a sigh of relief that Dorrin wasn’t too angry about this, and rummaged through her back taking out a few small notes, “take this money. Umm… It’s not much, but maybe it’ll help a little?”

Dorrin shook his head, “Thank you so much, Ms. Amano, but yen doesn’t have any use in this world.”

“I guess not…”

“Well, I guess if you’re looking for forgiveness,” Dorrin said, with an innocent looking smile on his face, “you could buy me a drink at the local pub…”

Maya blinked. “...Fine, but only because I feel guilty about the dojo,” Maya said, and the two headed off.

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R-Vote to Dorrin (Drinking heals the soul...)

6 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 2 Abilities

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Baka Posted: 04-22-2003 , 03:45 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Just to confirm, yes, I'm FOCUSing.

I'll also engage Parry Stance right damn now

Now to decide what to do until Kalten is free...


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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:30 AM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: Xenogears - The Valley Where Wind is Born

The FUCK is this place?!

Now, having throughly appreciated his run through of an avant garde house in the last city, this proto-fascist feudal era-esque land was most a disconvinience to Kyo Kusanagi.

Now I'm pissed again! ... Bruce!

Ready and waiting.

Good. I might not want to live with the consequences if I'm angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry, guy!


Kyo slowly faded into being as Bruce Banner took back the helm of his own body. Bruce had intended to talk to some of the locals to pass the time, and perhaps, find some enlightenment on the way, but felt a presense coming from a temple in the east.

Is it Nevada? Is it home?

No. It can't be...unless it's...


Bruce ran to the spot. Surely, there couldn't be gamma radiation here, in a primitive land like this.

These shacks look just like the old Japanese houses back home. Damn, we got us some POSEURS.

Mr. Kusanagi, I thought you would be flattered that your nation's history and culture would serve as a prototype, especially since these worlds are not even fathomably linked.

Pops, I think you're just in the art of kissing ass. That's all. Everything I hear out of you is positive. Shit, get PISSED for once!


Bruce kept jogging, and the radiation felt stronger. Coming in front of him were a group of Genin. Upon inadvertently knocking them down with ease, Bruce remembered his manners and came back to help pull them to their feet.

"Sorry about that!" Bruce lent the Genin, three in all, a hand. However, they had mortified expressions on their faces.

"How did that man see through our Genjutsu?!" one of them exclaimed.

"An obvious threat to our ways! Time for shedding discourse and his blood! Act!" yelled another.

"Die, devil!" shouted the final Genin.

Invisible to the normal human eye, the Genin began to rush down on Bruce; he sidestepped, and they fell. They quickly picked themselves up and began to burst; that is, they seperated into three individual fighters. One slid, with the intent of knocking down Bruce's knee; another jumped, with the intent of kicking Bruce in the face; the final one leapt, above the slider, below the jumper, and planned on rolling behind Bruce and snapping his neck.

It was not the best strategy.

Bruce wavedashed and quickly found himself a good three feet behind his previous position, and rendered the three independently designed strategies obsolete. Using his yoga skills, Banner quickly geared up a massive yoga flame, engulfing the three ninja.

They appeared, to the outsider, as flaming ghosts of nothing.

Nice flames, old man! ... But it still can't beat my shit.

Feeling embarassed for the weak, stupid Genin, Bruce headed towards the source of the gamma radiation...

The Palace of the Ignorant Truth!

***

Geez, I don't need any more skirmishes like that to hound me down.

Activate! Immolation!


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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:29 AM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

Folks, it's becoming more and more clear to me that I should have sidekicked instead of sponsored. I quite simply don't have enough time or energy to contribute as much as a Sponsor, and if I got to the later rounds (which probably won't happen) that would be a big problem.

So, for this round only, feel free to dump as many A-votes on me as you like. I'm aiming for Curley's record!... whatever it is. Somewhere in the hundreds. I doubt I'll get close.

I'll still show up, of course, but it'll be a whole lot less stressful on me to know that I can just post when I feel like it and not worry about votes or really needing to post.

*yawns* And it'll mean that I won't have to stay up late or wake up early, like now. *falls asleep*

LET THE FIRST ANNUAL TINGLE BEAT-DOWN COMMENCE!

*cranks up the volume on the '70s music*

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:54 AM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

^^Ah, fuck. At least R-Vote your boys, shit!


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m121akuma Posted: 04-22-2003 , 07:14 AM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

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

*OOC*Dammit Bugen!!!*OOC*

Tingle: Ugh, where are we now?

Dan: Who knows. Hey, where's your student?

Tingle: I dunno. I thought I saw him run into that forest.

Wait, he said he wanted to promote Shotopimps...Could he be after the One Deal? That kind of power is too great for him! If he recieves the Deal...he could become like "him". Like Spankum. Even if I refuse him the Deal, there are other ways he can achieve it. I can't handle this alone...Dammit, where the fuck is Joe?!?

Dan: C'mon! We gotta find Joe. If we don't, your apprentice may be in deep shit!


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Baka Posted: 04-22-2003 , 07:17 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 3:1 - Rocks (A tribute)

Ky wandered slowly through the trees. No-one was around this time.. not Daisetsu, for a start.. and not Yuri, not Tsung, not Testament, not Shizumaru, not Alma, not the bear, and definitely not Sol. He'd have heard Sol by now. In fact... he should have heard anything.

A quiet rustling in the trees was all the notice he got before the black-clad figures appeared all around him, weapons drawn.

Aah... Ninja...

Ducking under a swing, Ky slashed his sword around, cutting a wide swathe through the horde of black-clad assassins attacking him. A ninja jumped through the air at him, aiming a flying kick - Ky raised his sword to parry, and the copy disappeared, the real ninja appearing behind him, foot planting itself into Ky's neck. The Holy Knight pitched forward into a roll, coming up with a gut-punch, felling one ninja with the wind knocked out of him.

A ball of fire flashed past Ky, who rolled quickly to escape, swinging his legs round to take down another ninja before springing to his feet. Kunai flew past him, one embedding itself in his shoulder - ack! - and two ninja rushed from either side. Ky span, his blade cutting an arc of lightning around him, knocking them back, as a third came from behind, kicking him in the small of the back. Pitching forward, Ky rolled, landing on his back, slashing the Fuuraiken rapidly to block attacks. Rolling over, he flipped to his feet, rapidly punching another ninja out of the air.

And then there were others helping him - kunai and shuriken flying - flames blasting.. and with a cry of "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!", hundreds of them everywhere, surrounding him, fighting -
And then the battle was over, before it had really started. Ky still held his sword warily, then jumped in surprise, as a blonde spiky-haired head dropped down upside-down infront of him. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Ain't ya gonna thank us?" the kid said, dropping to the floor to land on all fours. "Uh, um, thankyou?" Ky stammered, still trying to make head or tail of this. Nearby, three other ninja stood, two kids - black hair and pink hair - and an older ninja, squatting on his haunches, head band at a jaunty angle over one eye. "Yare Yare, Naruto. Don't hassle the man. We're just here to escort him to the village cause he got dropped in to the wrong place."

"Sorry, sensei!" The blonde ninja - Naruto, replied. The dark-haired one was still ignoring them. Ky coughed.

"Um.. thankyou, I think. You say you are here to escort me? My name is Ky Kiske, pleased to meet you." Ky smiled a warm smile. "I'm Kakashi. The sulky guy here is Sasuke, the girl is Sakura, and you've met Naruto. Naruto, get off the gentleman's shoulders."

Ky stifled a giggle. At least some of the people were were friendly, and maybe they could help him find Daisetsu..

"Arigato. Is there some way I can repay you? Dinner, perhaps?"

In retrospect, Ky would regret that, as the annoying one, Naruto, pestered him about ramen all the way back to the village. "Lord.. is this another of your tests?"

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Sue me. If Kyo will give me a round blatantly ripped from Naruto, I will blatantly rip the main characters. Ky is now accompanied by ninja. And they are greater than pirates. And robots.


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Krizak Posted: 04-22-2003 , 07:24 AM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Phase Three (Changes): Dang It, Wayne, It's ARMOUR!

The gentle sea breeze wafted through the air, carrying on it the sounds of the city: the vendors selling their wares, the blacksmiths pounding their hammers upon their anvils, the general chatter that filled the street as old acquaintances caught each other's eye and children played their simple games. A seagull cawed overhead, catching Mint's attention as she smiled at the city. The architecture of East Heaven combined with the beauty of the sea... When I get home, I am so going to conquer one of the coastal lands! I need a place like this all to myself!

Realizing that she could feel the breeze a little too well, she looked over her tunic and found several tears in it. The most prominent one running diagonally from her left shoulder to her right hip. Whoa. If that had been just a little bit closer, I wouldn't be standing here right now... Mint frowned at the thought. That's it. I've been fighting too long in clothing that provides absolutely no protection whatsoever! I can't cast Valiant or Nightingale to protect myself from every single blow. I'm going to find myself some armour.

Her mind made up, she jumped down from the tree she had climbed to get a better view of the city. Walking down the street, Mint approached the first person she saw, a young man with spiky black hair, teal eyes and a tremendous sword on his back. "Uh, excuse me, would you mind telling me wh-"

"Where a fine-looking specimen of manhood such as myself came from? Or why I'm now going to woo you off your feet and into my bed with but two words from my silken tongue?" the horny young man declared, flashing his most charming smile.

Mint raised an eyebrow at the stranger's odd behaviour. "Uhh... no... I was wondering if you knew where I could find a good armour shop around here?" And if you could check yourself into the nearest asylum sometime NOW? she thought, for once stopping herself from speaking her mind.

"Ahh. Well, the finest armour in town is made by a fellow named Yoson Shigemitsu. He runs a shop over on the next island." The strange man then put his arm around Mint's shoulders. "But honestly, baby, the only protection you really need can be provided by the great Zaxu himself! I'd be willing to guard you everywhere: in your shower, in your bedroom, during your wild orgy-filled sleepovers with your equally attractive girlfriends..."

"Get your arm off me!" Mint ducked out of Zaxu's grips and turned to face him, rings drawn at the ready. "Buddy, you have five seconds to get out of my sight before you go for a swim!"

"Oh, um, uh, I think that perhaps I should be going, then..." Zaxu turned to run away, but then paused and turned back to Mint. "But maybe I should give you my address, in case you reconsider my generous-"

"FIVE! Black, Super, Dynamite!" Mint's rings glowed momentarily, but no spell seemed to be cast.

"Hey, now, that didn't do any-AHHHH!" The words of the libido-driven warrior were cut off as the ground underneath him exploded with a tremendous force, launching him high into the air. Mint giggled as she watched him splash down in the ocean far away.

"Serves him right! My heart belongs only to my beloved Shizumaru!" Mint swooned a bit at the thought, before shaking it off. "No, I'll find him later! My love can wait! Now, Yoson Shigemitsu..."

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The shop was a little dark, most of the windows having been partially obscured by the sets of armour that lined the walls. Behind the counter, Mint could see a forge through one of doors, but nobody seemed to be attending to it at the moment. In fact, the entire store seemed to be empty at the moment, a fact that sorely clashed with Zaxu's assertion that this shop had the best armour. Not that surprised, though. That man was clearly off his rocker. This armour does seem to be nice, however...

She looked through the various styles, thinking of the pros and cons of each one. "Chain mail... way too heavy. Yoroi would simply not suit me at all. Valkyrie armour... I'm afraid I'm a little too, ah, 'small' for those. Hmm, reinforced vests..."

"Ahh, a fine choice that would be, young lady." Mint jumped at the voice, which had come from directly behind her. Turning, she found a wizened old man standing there, fully a head shorter than her and holding a great block of steel under one arm. He smiled at her, and cast his eyes upon the item on the wall. "That vest seems to be made of leather, but it's looks can be deceiving; hidden within the leather are ridged metal plates which can deflect several blows from a sword. It's protection isn't as thorough as other forms of armour, but it is light and comfortable, and affords a great deal of mobility. In fact, give me a second..."

The old man walked into one of the back rooms and disappeared for a few moments, until he finally emerged carrying another vest. This one, to Mint's surprise, was covered in designs similar to those on her tunic. "Well, I was looking for one that would fit you best, but then I found this one. It seemed to match your outfit so well, I figured that making a few modifications in the name of good fashion sense wouldn't hurt."

"Umm... thanks, but I was just looking around, mister... Shigemitsu?" The old man nodded, and Mint continued, rubbing the back of her head. "Right, yeah, I don't actually have any of your currency... You see..."

"Oh, nonsense!" The old man waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "You don't need to pay for this! You think it was just a coincidence that you walked into my store, when I just happen to have the correct type of armour for you, in a style that suits you perfectly? Don't be silly, my dear; it's fate! You were meant to have this vest!"

"Really? You mean it?" Mint began to jump around with glee, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Oh, thank you, thank you, this is SO COOL, I don't know how I can thank you..."

"Calm down, young lady, calm down!" The old man chuckled at the young girl's enthusiasm. "I'll settle for knowing the name of the young lady who's going to be using my equipment."

"Oh, right! Well, I'm the great-Well, I'm Mint!" Time to be modest, no need to ruin a gift this cool! The red-haired princess bowed to the blacksmith, who returned it in kind.

"My name is Yoson Shigemitsu. A pleasure to meet you, Mint." Shigemitsu placed the vest on the table. "Now, while I'm working on this vest... I know of a great tailor just a little bit down the road, and he could replace those torn-up clothes of yours in a jiffy..."

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Alright, by the time anyone comes across Mint, she'll have gotten her full array of new clothing. Her pants and boots remain the same, but her new vest, undershirt, and gloves all bear a striking resemblance to those of a certain ninja. In Mint's case, however, the vest has the same style as her old tunic (light blue with white patterns on it), her undershirt is white with light blue patterns on the ends of the sleeves, and her gloves are similar in colour to her boots. Due to the pockets in the vest, she has ditched her backpack, and the blacksmith was kind enough to modify the vest so she could attach her rings to the back of it.

And, isn't it interesting how different realities can work? I mean, who would've thought that we might run across a native of this city who's looks, demeanour, and abilities are all similar to those of a certain Zack Ebony? And even one who has the same name as the one Zack used in Wutai? I mean, WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

And finally, I would like to tell you how you, yes, YOU can garner yourself one of my R-Votes in this round. All you have to do is attack Mukki in some violent, exceedingly painful manner, and I'll throw you an R-Vote absolutely free! This offer is only available for a limited time, but is retroactive! (1 R-Vote to Shizumaru! Keep up the good work!) This offer is limited to one per person, and we only have limited quantities, so you MUST ACT NOW!

Mint - 6 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 2 Abilities
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-22-2003 , 07:32 AM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Maya Amano 3:2

“…Do you *hic* know what…?”

“Umm… No, I don’t know what?”

Maya giggled and didn’t say anything. Dorrin sighed uneasily, and suddenly wished that he didn’t come here with Maya. Onlookers at the pub kept giving side way glances at the Japanese woman from Sumaru, who was drunk out of her mind.

“Maya,” Dorrin said gently. She giggled and he continued, “I think that you have had enough…”

Maya hit her fist on the bar and hid her head in her arms, which were folded on the table. “But I only… I only had one glass…”

“Still… I think you’ve had enough…” Dorrin sighed. In all his life, he had never known a person who could get drunk so easily. Between them were both of the mugs the alcohol was served in. They were empty.

“My head *hic* hurts…” Maya groaned in a mumbled voice, and giggled again, “You’re big.”

“Oh geez… Okay, Maya, let’s go. C’mon,” Dorrin said, helping Maya to stand and walk out, with everyone else looking at them strangely.

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Maya is completely and utterly drunk. Ah… poor Maya-neesan, that’s what happens when you have zero tolerance for alcohol… ^^;;; Umm… if you are to use her in your posts, make sure that she acts, well, drunk.

…I think I’ll leave her like this for the rest of the round. >=]

Also, I may not be back in time for this round to finish. X_x;; But… I’ll try to be back before Round 3 is over. ^^;;;

6 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 2 Abilities

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-22-2003 , 07:57 AM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: Final Fantasy VIII - The Extreme

The Palace of the Ignorant Truth was a curious piece of architecture obviously out of its element. This was a building made of concrete, shaped like a cube, possibly inspired by the type of architecture one would expect from post-war pessimism and necessity.

This concrete is necessary to conceal the radiation.

The Palace of the Ignorant Truth was built underground, the entrance as humble as an unassuming well in a square patch of unused, and unquestioned, land. This well had gone long dry, so no one bothered to give it a second glance.

However, it was charitably made ornate with charms and blessings to help ward off what evil spirits lay near.

It's down here. It might be a subtle place to conduct experiments.

Bruce noticed there was no invitation, in the form of a ladder, steps fashioned out of extended bricks, or even a bucket, to enter.

You gonna jump?

Yeah. Nothing's wrong with that.


The well was, around the nature of, forty feet deep. Bruce landed with the bounce of a kitten, and utterly unscathed.

DAAAAMMMMNNN!!!

In front of Bruce now, was a cave, which was now alternatively inviting to guests, as it was lit with the torches which lined the dirt walls. Progressing forward, Bruce Banner reached a large entrance; a door of incredible glamor and ornate with encrusted jewels, diamonds, and rocks of that breathren.

Ho-lee shit, jack that ice! Jack that mother fuckin' ice Bruce!

...fine.


Bruce reluctantly jabbed his fingernails into some of the jewels encrusted in the door. These were fine specimens indeed; he put them in his pocket, much to the delight of Gray Hulk.

How does he get in? There's no handle.

Watch and learn, Kyo.


With the enormous strength of the Hulks flowing in his blood, Bruce rocket punched the door, rendering its lavish value only a memory, important only to insurance agents.

See, had Hulk done that, this little cave might've caved in. Well, then he'd've leaped all the way to the surface. He's a pretty strong guy, as you can imagine.

Yeah, yeah, I got you. Ladies and gentlemen, is this a Hulk cockrider, or what? A Hulk cockrider, right there!

Typical Kyo.


Bruce examined the room beyond the door; it was very dark, clean, seemingly without any decoration or furniture save a table and two chairs on opposing sides of the table. A lightbulp illuminated the sole pieces of furniture. But, in the spotlight, in the center of this plain table...Bruce examined this spotlight; there was a ring, with a silver jewel.

Silver...?

Bruce sat down in a chair to further inspect this ring; at that moment, a person materialized in the chair opposite him. It was a man, in a black suit and tie, with a stylish, definitive moustache.

"SHIT!"

"Ignorance is truth. You will be quite satisfied with the world -we- create." The mystery man disappeared, and the lightbulb flickered off; another spotlight, however, revealed a set of stairs just ahead of Bruce.

The fuck this prick think he is?!

Bruce ascended the stairs, as confused as the others in his head. This room was unlike the last; this resembled an office building from home, but devoid of life. Strewn on the floor were rolling chairs, cubicles, and scattered papers. The same man from before appeared at the very end of a hallway fashioned out of the walls of cubicles.

"Come!"

Bruce had little patience left. But he strolled along the confusing scene, marching to the mystery man's tune. Just as he reached the man, he felt a knife make contact with his neck.

"It is okay to die for the ideals of the Party! The individual can only do so little, but to benefit the whole!" The man went on, with great enthusiasm. Bruce grabbed the knife by its small blade, and pocketed it. The wound left on his hand quickly healed; another benefit of the Hulk's.

"What the hell do you want?!" Bruce demanded. The man dematerialized again, leaving behind another ring, laden with a jewel. ...it's purple?

This guy...if it were me out there, his head would decorate my fucking pocket.


The man had, from the entrance of this minature hall of cubicles, obscured another set of stairs. With him gone, Bruce could see it.

This is the only way I'm getting answers.

Bruce scaled them, and found at the end of the last step, a field of flowers which stretched forth limitlessly, and in the backdrop, were beautiful snow-capped mountains, and a blissfully clear blue sky.

I'm outside?

The man, yet again, appeared, standing above a bed of sunflowers.

"Know that the world -we- perceive to be true is the true world!"

"Shut the hell up! What are you?!" Bruce screamed. The giant figure of a third ring, an explosive red-tinged stone, was burned into Bruce's retinas.

ARGH!!! HULK IS MAD!!!

Bruce closed his eyes; once he opened them, the third ring was in the palm of his hand. He pocketed it and examined the room around him; the throne room of the Palace of the Ignorant Truth. Lined on the walls were glorious banners, and red carpetry adorned the floors. The ceiling was seemingly limitless in its reach, and could scratch the heavens. The man appeared, once more, sitting on the sole throne.

"Know the truth; the world you know, the world you indulge in, is the world in your mind! Those who choose to create a world to share with others whose hearts are seperate must have a burning ambition! If we have ambition...if we have our minds...the world is not ours for the taking; it is ours for the making!"

"ENOUGH! Your nonsensical rhetoric is driving me mad!" Bruce indignantly spat.

"You say...that you did not craft this world, out of your own fancy? You only lie to yourself."

"You sound like a pretentious twit! Where is the gamma radiation?!"

"Gamma...radiation?" The man with the moustache chuckled. "There is no gamma radiation here; these barbarians know nothing of the sort. No, the only gamma radiation here, is your rotting carcass!"

"Spare me the underhanded insults!" Bruce began to rush towards the man, looking to beat the answers he wanted out of him.

"Halt! ... These rings have always glowed with the energy of the subconscious mind. You, with your multiple minds, have the right to use them to your own designs." The man in the moustache threw down a final ring, at Bruce's feet. Bruce picked it up.

"...a pearl." Bruce took the other three rings and realized that they were glowing green. "...radiation."

"Yes, yes. This is the Palace of the Ignorant Truth. The ignorant truth being that the world is what the mind fashions it to be. ... And what do you claim as the world, Bruce Banner?!" With the rings in his hands, Banner looked behind him; a door. "Ah, yes. Take that door...your job still awaits you."

"...fuck you." Bruce left, saying nothing more.


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
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eyesaw Posted: 04-22-2003 , 08:22 AM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

Without warning, Storm was in yet another new place. She glanced around, but chose not to listen to what the The four Lords had to say. She had had anough of this. The constant teleporting from place to place. The strange people she didn't know, and didn't want to know either. Instead, she simply turned away from the group, randomly picked a destination in the distance, and began to walk.

As she walked, she tried to clear her head, and re-organise her priorities. She didn't care about this stupid tournament. She didn't care about becoming a god. She didn't care if she had the potential. All she wanted was to go home, and be reunited with her loved ones. Her friends. her family. The X-Men.

I just need to find a way out of here. Then everything will be okay. I just need to get home...

She stopped halfway while crossing one of the bridges that connected two of the small islands, and leaned backwards on the railing. She brushed her hand through her flowing white hair, and smiled as she felt the cool breeze gently brush her face. She turned around and gazed down into the water. She ripples in the water had a soothing, calming effect. She drifted away, content in watching the water, and the wildlife beneath it. This was the only place she had been taken to so far, where she felt she was at one with nature, once again.

Storm blinked, then stood straight up, brushing one hand through her hair again.

"That's it. The Lords, they can get me back."

She smiled when she realised that soon, this could all be over. She pulled at the toga-like outfit she was wearing, tightening it around her body, then set off to try and find one of the Lords.

When she got back to the place where she, and the others, had all appeared in this land, she found that most of them had left. But luckily, one of the Lords remained. He was sitting, actually, more like lounging on a nearby rock. Storm approached him and spoke out loud.

"You are one of the Lords who brought me here, no?"

"Yes, I am Kalten." he replied.

"Then I command you to release me from this... this game and let me return to me home. Immediately!"

The man simply stared at her then began to smile. Storm stood firm, locking her gaze unto his. Awaiting an answer.


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

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-22-2003 , 08:46 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

*sits down with a bowl of Souls* Ahmm... soggy fruit-flavored demonically possessed milk... (*won't make cheese out of it*)

Heh. Bugen, I think that record's like 120 or thereabouts. ^^;

But, alas, if ye insist... A-vote to Tingle. *snaps his leotard*

Aaaaand R-vote to Dorrin, while I'm thinking of it. XD


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

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

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Switchblade Posted: 04-22-2003 , 09:07 AM

Road Warrior

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

The third location that Vice and Mature found themselves in was easily the most impressive so far. The interconnected islands of Mithrik’en was by far the most beautiful place the two women had ever seen. Even Vice had to admit to being impressed, although both she and her partner were disappointed that the real battle was still yet to begin.

“Well,” Vice said to her partner, “Where would you like to go? It looks like Daisetsu is a bit busy with your little crush. You may have to find something else to do.”

Mature ignored Vice’s mocking and looked around. The two were standing outside a large Shinto-style gate at one of the highest-elevated parts of Mithrik’en, allowing them a good view of the city. The view was, of course, magnificent. Mature definitely felt that if the time ever came for her to settle down somewhere she would like it to be here. As she surveyed the terrain she noticed the large volcanic island at the city’s heart, and instantly it gave her an idea.

“Come on,” Mature said, “I know where we’re going.”

“Where?” Vice asked.

“You see that volcano over there?”

“Of course. I’m not blind.”

Mature turned to face her partner and smiled. “Riddle me this, pet. What place is one guaranteed to find in a volcanic island chain?”

Vice looked around and shrugged, perturbed by Mature’s vagueness. “I don’t know,” she said, “Cheap tourist shops?”

“No,” the blonde smiled. “Hot springs.”

Vice looked at Mature for a second, then a broad smile spread across her face. “Hot springs,” she echoed. “Mmm, haven’t visited any of those since… Kyoto?”

“Sounds about right,” Mature agreed. “Now come on, I think our tired muscles could stand a little relief.”

-----

Vice and Mature are now headed for the hot springs, where they intend to enjoy some nice, hot, wet, naked relaxation.

A-Vote to Tingle (sorry to see you go Bugen. Especially after I got voted out. )

R-Vote to Daisetsu

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Lantis Posted: 04-22-2003 , 09:44 AM

Death roams next door

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

In the middle of the forest, high among the treetops, two shadows rustle into the darkness. They jump from tree to tree, barely being noticed. The leaves barely sway as they continue their path of stealth. They leap with incredible grace, and no sound is made as they quickly shift positions constantly. The 2 figures reveal themselves to be ninjas at the pale moonlight. They are cloaked in black, and their eyes are barely visible as they pass by.

"Have you spotted the target yet?", one ninja asked as they kept running.

"Yes, he seems to be located near the east coast of the island", the other ninja replied without looking at him. "He is said to be a hefty target. Now that there are less competitors, we should be able to get away with more money than usual."

"Isn't the current target a dangerous warrior? I heard he was in a pretty bad shape after the last round ended."

"Yes, that is why we will eliminate him first. He will pose no threat to us in his current status. Now...do it."

The two kept running, but quickly stopped at the sound of a high pitched scream.

"What the hell was that?"

"Stay sharp!", the other ninja said as he quickly took out his katana. "The enemy is near..."

"What?!"

They continued to look around in the pitch darkness, but still nothing could be heard. Still, shortly after, low pitched laughs began to boom through the void. The two ninjas rapidly turned from side to side...finding nothing. They were getting a bit nervous.

"Damn it...Who is making those weird chants?"

"It seems as if we were in the middle of Hell. All those tormented moans...It is not natural."

Then, the moans and laughs began to increase in intensity and frecuency. The 2 ninjas now began to slightly shake.

"I don't believe this! I can feel the dead among us!"

"Hey, now don't..."

But the conversation was cut short as a shiny slash mark flashed in front of their eyes. When one of the ninjas came to...he found his partner still standing...with no head.

!!!!

Moments later, the body fell to the ground, and his partner's head fell in his arms.

"Ah!"

That was the last sight he saw. Now a dark, black sword was seen running through his stomach from behind. He felt a sudden pain in his back...and then nothing....

A dark figure appeared behind him as he fell to the ground next to his dead partner. His evil smile was the only feature that shined in the vast darkness.

"They thought I was out of the game...but now...I hold all the cards! Beware...foolish ones...death has came for you!"


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

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

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

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Amethyst Posted: 04-22-2003 , 09:45 AM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Eh heh... It's a good post, tenk, but Amethyst gave Jason the Rune Sword longsword, not the Comet Blade. The Comet Blade's a unique sidequest weapon, and of too much historical and legendary value to Gen for Amethyst to give it away.

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Lantis Posted: 04-22-2003 , 10:10 AM

Death roams next door

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

Setsuna walks down the path, mowing down bushes and tress with a swift swipe of his Blade of 80 Days. The vegetation that he mows down withers and dries up as he continues to walk down the forest. He seems determined to rough anyone who crosses his path. But he knows that even though he is fully recovered and is now ready to engage in full combat, competition will definetly be more stiff.

Suddenly, Setsuna stops and scans the area. He notices a presence among him.

"Who is the one that crosses my path of destruction?"

He notices a quiet shuffling in the leaves about 10 feet to his right. Setsuna sharply turns around, and narrows his sight. Then he vanishes into the shadows, as the figure approaches. It appears to be some kind of warrior dressed in light armor, and with a map in his hand. He appears to have lost his way as he keeps looking around to no avail.

"Crap! I thought I would find my way out of here to get to the next fighting point! But I think I took the wrong road back there and...huh?"

The warrior know as Adol Christian saw several dead plants near his feet. Considering the vast green vegetation around him, seeing dead life next to him seemed odd...and a bad omen. Adol took out his sword, and was ready to defend himself.

"Show yourself, fiend! I will strike you down in the name of justice!"

A sinister laugh echoed through the night. Some birds on the trees hastily flew away.

"You think you can get away with your miserable life? It's pointless to even do so! Your existence ends here!"

And with that, Setsuna emerges from the shadows, taking out his sword. Adol was ready for combat. They both walked around in circles, but never lost sight of one another. After a few minutes, Adol finally decided to attack with a lunging sword attack. He slashed several times, making the leaves around him fall down as he kept mowing at Setsuna. Setsuna blocked several slashes, and then rolled away. Adol backstepped and continued, but this time he was received with a sword parry by Setsuna, who now began his attack. He began to deliver solid, yet precise slashes at Adol, who had to block properly or risk being shoved off. Adol found himself back against a tree, and ducked a crushing slash by Setsuna that promptly slashed the tree down.

Adol charged Setsuna into his midsection, which stunned the dark warrior for a bit. Then Adol aimed for his chest as he swiped his sword, but Setsuna grabbed his arm. Kick to the ribs by Adol, but Setsuna wouldn't let go. Headbutt by Adol...still nothing. Then Adol felt an electric surge coming from his hand, and shouted in pain as the tingling sensation climbed up his arm, and soon racked his whole body. Setsuna smiled, and finally finished him off by giving a slash that sent Adol crashing through a tree, and falling somewhere around the bushes. Several electric sparks followed the path of the dark blade, as Setsuna smiled.

"The first blood...has been drawn...It's your loss, weakling!"

Setsuna sheated his sword, and kept walking.

"Zanuff...this time...we will finish it...."

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1 A-Vote to Adol
IMMOLATION activated

Shit...it's sooo hard to vote now that everyone is a constant user. Cool!


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

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

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

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Baka Posted: 04-22-2003 , 10:26 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Heh. Through random chance, I've ended up with 1 A-vote... I'm sure I can find someone, and if I can't, there's always lords...


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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