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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Survivor X -
Round 4
OOC:
In case you're wondering, TK is going to finish the Omake Round
himself, so it's allright to post in there on whatever you were
doing until then. I decided that I should get this out tonight
rather than the next morning. So, 'Choose Your Destiny'.
XD
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Act Four, Scene One -
Outrage
As the light from Daisetsu's warp faded, he
and the candidates turned around to see a windy plains region. As
the majority of them struggled to regain their senses, Kalten looked
towards the south.
"Man, it's about damn time we got to
my-"
He stopped in mid-sentence, the words dying upon the
air. Jun turned to face him.
"...Kalten? What's--oh my
god..."
There was a city in the distance from where they had
warped, but a strange red glow was enamating from it. Muffled bursts
of sound could be heard in the distance, and the sky around that
city seemed violent with struggle.
Kalten paled, then broke
away from the group in a dead run. Jun called out to him, but in
response his body became blindingly white and shot over to the city
with a crack of thunder. Dorrin sighed.
"Rash... but I cannot
say I can blame him." His eyes became stone. "Daisetsu, you know
what this means. A frontal attack on the Nation of Wind will not be
taken lightly to the other two nations, and we have already formed
our unofficial alliances."
Daisetsu closed his eyes, and
exhaled. "Unfortunately, I had feared they would go after Soulis'en
first. There's no doubt about it." He turned to the candidates, who
were remaining.
"My willing or unwilling allies, it starts
here. Everything you've gone through will come down to a focus
first, when we reach that city. I suggest you arm yourselves
properly and harden your hearts, because we have reached the front
of the war. And remember that from what you are going to see, things
will likely get worse before they get better."
He cleared his
throat. "Your task is to drive the invading Naclos force out of
Soulis'en. The Naclos army is completely composed of humans, but for
the country to make an unprovoked assualt like this means that
they've gotten some serious edge over the An'ven there. Otherwise,
they wouldn't have made it past the gates--Soujo'en is a nation
where archery is the national pastime, art, and sport."
He
turned to the city in the distance. "Ikuzo... Dorrin.
Jun."
The two nodded silently, and the three of them
vanished--obviously heading towards
Soulis'en.
Soulis'en, Fallen Capital of
Wind
There is only one thing that is occuring in this
city, and it falls under the terms of mass pandemonium. There are
several skirmishes in the streets between An'ven and Naclos
soliders, but the forces of the Church are winning out as it stands.
You and the Lords will be there to make the difference. The city
itself is eastern-European in design, and the buildings are
remarkably tall for a civilization that has not seen the advent of
mass-production. There were once many commercial areas here, which
have been vandalized and destroyed. Human troops run rampant within
the city, plundering, looting, burning establishments, killing
random civilians, and taking the better looking women aside for
obvious purposes. The 'skyscrapers' boast about 10 stories of height
at best, and their summits have become ideal sniping locations for
the resisting An'ven that lie within the city. Daisetsu is heading
for the other side of the city to cut off the flow of troops with
sheer force, Jun is going to take care of the unengaged
city-occupant troops, and Dorrin is assisting the resistance forces.
Kalten's position is unknown.
Master
List
Daisetsu --- The Red
Phoenix (147 EXP - Level 2)
Sponsors Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super
Heroes)(24) Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)(19) Slipstream -
Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)(25) Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty
Gear)(26) Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi
2)(18)
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) ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy
IV)(15)
Kalten --- The Blue
Dragon (129 EXP - Level 2)
Sponsors Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The
Second Story)(9) Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)(28) San Draco -
Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat)(35) Just Some Guy
- Captain Falcon(Super Smash
Bros.)(11)
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street
Fighter) Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash
Bros.)
Fallen Curley W - Jason Soe w/
Vader(9) Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools) Daisuke7777 -
K'(The King of Fighters)(16) S-Chicken Boner - Adol
Christian(Y's)(12)
Jun --- The Green
Dragon (104 EXP - Level 2)
Sponsors The
Damned - King(The King of Fighters)(25) Wayne -
Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)(22)
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) Thirdtwin
- Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)(33) Kellios - Vincent
Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)(4) eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of
the Atom)(20)
Dorrin --- The White
Tiger (125 EXP - Level
2)
Sponsors Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa
Frontier)(11) Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics)(30) CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown)(23) MageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona)(23) Krizak -
Mint(Threads of Fate)(26)
Fallen pirate360 -
AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles) Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men
V.S. Street Fighter) Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The
Wind Waker)(17)
Special Rule -- Old-School
Drano
For the duration of this round, all Sponsors
have 8 A-Votes; Sidekicks have 4 A-Votes, Fallen have 3. All damage
dealt at the end of this round is doubled--and yes, there IS Vote
Burn. R-Votes and Abilities cannot be used. Yeah, war is a bitch.
^^
Daisetsu, Jun, and Dorrin are available for
interaction... as long as you give them a hand, or they'll be too
busy to listen to you.
Optional minigame - Since this
tournament is around to promote fighting games in general, a few
extremely obscure trivia questions wouldn't be out of order, would
they?
1. According to the KOF Zillion Comics, what is
Mature's Orochi Element? (i.e. Chris: Wind, Yashiro: Earth,
etc...) 2. In the game Bloody Roar: Primal Fury, what is Uranus'
Beast Form? What does her Hyper Beast Form look like? 3. In
Guilty Gear, what weapon was May originally intended to wield
instead of an anchor?
The
round comes to an end 11PM CST, voting ends at
10:30PM.
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Amethyst |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 12:59
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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War. War never changes. The screams, the wailing, the
blood... Even great battles of magic are not without their
blood.
Amethyst sat precariously on a small pile of
rubble and studied his hand. A brief outline of aquamarine fire
flickered along his fingers.
They gave me this power to
annhilate the demons and keep myself alive in the process. But is
it...
This isn't the time to be wallowing in
angst, you know. Keep sitting there like a bump on a lump and
someone's going to try and kill you.
You're right,
but... I've got to occasionally remark on the universe's lack of
fairness, you know.
Unfair or not, we have a
self-inflicted duty to carry out here. I can feel that most of our
healing spells aren't working. It's like back when you first came
forth. The patterns are there, just... nothing.
Then
we'll just have to make do with getting a little
bruised.
Rouge's side of the personality smiled softly as
Amethyst drew his guns and walked cautiously into the ruined
streets.
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Bwee, braindead again! Amethyst will be roaming about, aiding defenders however
he can, typically with power-up spells or suppressing fire in the
general direction of the Naclos forces.
EDIT: Naclos, not
Nachos! XD
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The
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 01:45
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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As I
seem to be becoming too sleepy at the moment, I/King shall
FOCUS on the battle before I write anything tomorrow.
If that is acceptable of course.
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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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 02:09
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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*is
also far too sleepy*
Urgh... and I forgot to FOCUS and
everything, too. x_x I'll be here, just a bit sparse in the early
hours because of a doctor appointment that I've been waiting nearly
a month for. xo So yah, I will be here~
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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Luna
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 02:12
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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I'll FOCUS too if I can. *yawns and stumbles
off to bed*
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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Krizak |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 02:18
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Mint
will be FOCUSing in this round as well.
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Dry31
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 02:38
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Testament looked out from his position atop the plateau.
The sight of the battle below brought back memories, of the
exceedingly bitter variety. Kliff Undersn, Sol Badguy, Ky Kiske, the
Shuusen Kanrikyoku, Justice...his face twisted into a bitter sneer
as he recollected it all.
Blood, slaughter, chaos all
around. Claws and blades and blunt spurs that shattered skulls,
flashing through the air with deadly intent. Curses, the moans of
the dying, and screams of horrible pain filled the air all around
Tesu Undersn. He hated this...the soldiers of the Sacred Order,
brave and noble men and women, dying by the hundreds all around him
in bloody conflict. But he fought on...day after day, battle after
battle, he fought, killing Gears and watching friends die. He hated
it...why couldn't this war ever end?!
And then one day it
had. For Tesu Undersn, the war had finally come to an
end.
He saw it coming, almost in slow motion, the Gear he
had gutted with a deft scythe swing lunging forward one last time,
bloodstained claws outstreched in one last murderous attack. He felt
the claws rip into his throat, a burning, searing pain. And then it
had faded away, melting into a pervasive, chilling numbness, slowly
spreading through his body. He fell...everything seemed to be in
slow motion. He could feel his life gushing out from the gaping
wound in his throat, as the blackness slowly closed in all around
him. And in that blackness...there was peace. The world, the war,
the screaming, all of it...just faded away...
But that
wasn't the end. No...death was just the
beginning.
Light.
He could see it...a blinding
light that obscured everything. He didn't know how long it had been
there. He felt...exhausted, numb, as though he was slowly being
forced to awaken from the deepest, most perfect sleep he had ever
known. His mind worked only with excruciating slowness; it was like
his brain was trapped in a thick cube of ice. He could hear voices
speaking faintly, as though from an unimaginable distance; he
couldn't make out what they were saying at first, but slowly, the
words began to reach him...
"...procedure
seems...effective...managed to...before...degenerated too far. His
body...restored...functional condition. ...suitable...cell
grafting."
"Begin."
And then...he felt it. Pain...no,
not just pain, but PAIN!!! White hot
fire flowed through his veins, starting to flow upwards,
outwards...he tried to scream, but no sound would come out. He felt
it flowing, upwards, into his shoulder, into his throat, his eyes,
and then into his brain. Everything was eclipsed in a white hot
flare of agony, searing thought itself away...
The period
after that was like a blurry, half-remembered fever dream; the kind
that makes you scream at the top of your lungs until your throat
bleeds. He remembered a thing of darkness, a black, screaming rage
that wanted to kill and kill and kill until the earth ran red with
blood. He remembered that this thing was clawing at his very
essence, trying to suck him in and make him nothing more than a part
of it. He remembered clinging desperately to his identity, screaming
again and again as the foul darkness raged, trying to consume him.
And he remembered feeling pieces of himself start to slip
away...until one day, he woke up.
His eyes snapped open,
and for the first time in many months, Tesu Undersn was awake once
more. But he felt different...within him was a burning rage that he
could not seem to quench. Once again, there was a bright light
overhead, but this time, he could see faces overhead silhouetted
against that light. This time when they spoke, he heard them
clearly.
"The subject seems to have regained consciousness.
The prototype cells seem to have grafted successfully...and the
vocal replacement unit should be working as well, so it can give
feedback when called for."
"Excellent. Did the programming
stick?"
"Can't be sure until we run some more tests on its
neural network. Nothing to worry about though; even if it didn't,
all we have to do is just give it a neural
readjustment."
Tesu hears all this...making a great effort,
he tries to speak. The sound of his own voice shocks him, a strange,
dual toned mechanical sound.
"Who...are...you?"
The
figures above seem surprised to hear him speak.
"What's
this?! He shouldn't be able to speak on his own!"
"He still
has some measure of free will? But how can that be?! We began the
Gear cell grafting before his brain should have even been
functioning...how could he have enough will to resist the
programming in that state?"
"I wish I could say, but frankly,
this surprises me too. In any event...it would appear that some
personality readjustment will be required as soon as
possible."
Again Tesu speaks.
"Who...are you? What
have you done to me?!"
Looking annoyed, one of the men
speaks.
"Who we are is unimportant. As to what we have done
to you...you have been grafted with a new, experimental type of Gear
cells that will grant you enhanced psionic, dimensional, and spirit
summoning powers. It's part of the Shuusen Kanrikyou's project to
create the perfect assassin, codenamed project
'Testament'."
"H-hey! Don't tell him that...it's classified!
You wanna get us all dead?!"
The other man laughs
cruelly.
"It doesn't matter anyway. This Gear's going to be a
mindless drone by tommorrow; after that, he won't know anything but
his orders, anyway."
Gear...?
No...t-they...they turned me into one of those
THINGS?!
The world falls away around Tesu Undersn, as
that blackness within his mind rushes up, a tide of madness,
screaming at him to kill, and kill, and kill some more...and this
time, he is unable to hold on. He screams, a scream of hatred and
rage from the bottom of his soul...he tries to jerk his arms free,
but they seem to be restrained by some sort of straps.
"What
the hell?! Ether readings are going off the scale!"
"SHIT!
Quick, get that thing under sedation!"
One of the men fumbles
for an ampuoule of some clear liquid...but even as he's trying to
fill the syringe, it explodes, sending shards of glass
everywhere.
"You moron! Shit! L-let's get the hell out of
here!!"
The men turn to run, but it's too late. One of the
straps rips free, and Tesu's hand leaps out, grabbing, the man who
spoke. The man struggles to pull his hand free, but it's futile;
Tesu's hand is like a bond of iron. Tesu rises, ripping his other
hand and his feet free of their restraints without visible effort.
He turns to look at the man, his face a horrific, burning visage
that looks like that of a particularly gruesome
demon...
"Now...you're going to DIE!"
"Ggck!
Mr...Undersn..."
"I am Tesu Undersn no more...I AM TESTAMENT!
HAHAHAHHA!"
And with that, Testament had popped his head
like a grape. And he wasn't the last to die that night,
either...filled with a burning hatred of humanity (he later learned
that this was a malfunction of the programming the Shuusen
Kanrikyoku had planned to implement on him), he had massacred the
entire staff of the research facility. And he had continued killing,
more and more lives falling like wheat before the blade of his
scythe. But it hadn't ended there. Testament's Gear enhancement had
weakened his sanity, and the nature of his enhancement had rendered
him vulnerable to psionic influences...including that of Justice,
the leader of the Gear insurrection that had been sealed away at the
end of the Crusades. Justice was able to gain some influence over
Testament, and planted in his mind the idea to ressurect Justice to
expedite the destruction of humanity. To that end, he had organized
the Tournament of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, to gather
sacrifices for Justice's ressurection. It had taken his 'death'
again, at the hands of Sol Badguy, to jar him back to sanity...his
hatred of humans had remained, but he was no longer totally consumed
by it. He had wandered miserably for a while after that...and then
he met her. His meeting with Dizzy had started him down the
road to rehabilitation. Her innocence and kindness had softened
Testament's hatred, and had given him hope for the future once
more...in exchange, he vowed to do all he could to repay
Dizzy.
"Testament-sama! Are you alright?"
Testament
shook his head, coming out of his reverie with a start. He looked
up...and saw Zio hovering overhead, floating on her
scythe.
"Zio...yes. I am alright. Come now...we have a battle
to join."
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Testament is now FOCUSed on the
battle at hand.
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Renmazuo |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 02:45
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
Airships
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Edit:
No FOCUS after all. Darn. XD
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Soujiro
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 03:01
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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Act IV – The Memory and the Burden –
I
Bring me down, you try feel the pain and,
keep it all in ‘till you die without eyes you cannot
cry
What’s your name?
I can’t
remember.
This town…of all the places this journey had
taken him so far, this reminded him the most of the battles he had
fought in his own world, in the land of Ivalice. Except, the stakes
were even higher than in those harsh times. Scattered groups of
resistance soldiers rushed through the streets, dodging the death
squads of heavily-armored Naclos soldiers.
Fighting
against a church? Why do I feel as though I’ve heard this story
before? Elmdor smiled only on the inside – any lighthearted
thought would never make it to his face while he was on a
battlefield. I suppose that makes us ‘heretics’ then, by Naclos’s
standards. At least that’s what they’ll tell all their citizens. Now
I know what it must have felt like to be you, Ramza
Beoulve…
His wounds as well as his clothing had mended
itself in the island paradise of Darkke’an, and the scarlet cape
whipped behind him as he ran, spotless as a newly-flown flag. That
‘flag’ had hung over many a body seconds before the battlefield
death sentence was carried out, fluttering down like a sheet of
scarlet rain.
Elmdor’s thoughts turned to the four ‘Lords’,
and their city-wide objectives. Dorrin would be helping survivors
and assisting the resistance – not a place where he could really
make an appreciable difference. Jun would be taking on the occupying
troops – perhaps he would help the alluring ninja master and lend
his blade to her cause, just as Zalera had promised her. But what
really interested him was the mission of Daisetsu, the warrior of
the crimson phoenix.
“An all-out frontal attack, made of of
steel and sheer force.” He continued to run, black boots splashing
through puddles in the streets where the haze of smoke hung low. “I
like it. To slay the dragon, we must sever its neck. There…that is
the place to which I must go.” He hurried, looking for a sign of
anyone familiar as he crisscrossed the maze of streets of the fallen
city.
“Stop where you are!” a harsh voice cried out, as a
squad of hostile forces rushed him. Elmdor charged them, leaping at
the last second and rebounding off the side of a building. Like
reflex, his hand flew to the handle of his sword, where it lay
in—
His sword.
He had none.
“Come at me
again, Mesdoram!” A stern-faced Nipanese man in haori and hakama
held a practice sword made of hardwood, staring down the
silver-haired teenage boy who was his private student.
“’Tis
madness, Heishiro-sensei!,” Elmdor protested, “you’re armed and I’m
bare-handed! Were you holding a real katana, you’d kill me outright,
no matter how I approached you!”
“What makes you think this
wooden sword is any less deadly in my hands?” Master Heishiro –
samurai immigrant to Ivalice who came from a long line of shogun’s
retainers in Nipan - held out his hand, beckoning toward his
student.
“Orraaaaaa!” Elmdor charged toward the silent
swordsman, preparing an attack. He ducked and slid, flashing out
with a low roundhouse kick. With what seemed to be just the right
amount of hop, Shigeru Heishiro’s feet rode the crest just above the
roundhouse sweep as Elmdor’s body spun on its axis. Realizing his
mistake, Elmdor planted his left foot and pushed off the ground,
rising with an uppercut meant to knock the samurai squarely in the
jaw.
But instead, he met only unyielding wood, thrown down
and back by the force of a precision-executed chop on his shoulder.
The pain washed over his whole torso, as he struggled to rise to his
feet.
“I did not tell you to attack me, Mesdoram – I said
‘come at me’. Remember the difference. It is best to not charge the
enemy, but when you must – and doubly so if you are unarmed – do not
attack them until they have made a move. If they do not move, then
when you are close enough to negate their weapon strikes by Blade
Grasping, then you may attack. But anytime before that is a folly.
If they attack, you react. Counter or, as you become more
proficient, ‘Hamedo’.” Elmdor recalled the monk’s training he had
seen masters used that bordered on pre-cognizance, ‘Hamedo’ – the
ability to anticipate an enemy’s attack and strike even
before them in a way such that their strike was completely
negated. “Now, come at me again!”
Elmdor sped toward his
sensei, arms pulled up into a fighting stance. He ran faster and
faster, but he did not attack. Trusting the words of his teacher, he
kept running, muscles ready to spring at the blink of an eye. But
with a grunt, he charged directly into Heishiro-sensei, pushing the
much larger man back. Recovering from the rush, Elmdor
blinked.
“What was that, just now? You didn’t attack at
all!”
“Correct,” Heishiro-sensei replied, clearly stating the
obvious. “I want you to remember the sensation of your body slamming
into mine for the rest of your life. I want you to remember, and
never be afraid to get that close, if that’s what it takes to defeat
the enemy.” He sighed, seeming to show signs of age as he sat down
on the hardwood floor of Limberry Castle’s private training room.
“So many good men, friends of mine, perished in such a way…they
would attack when the enemy was in range of their swords, thinking
that the first attack would give them the advantage. But Shogun
Zanmaru’s samurai and ninja were strong and intelligent – they
waited for our men to make that one fatal mistake, a mistake that
would let them take the initiative and come out the victor.”
He put his hand on Elmdor’s shoulder as the youth, silver hair tied
back in a kenshi’s ponytail, sat down beside
him.
“Mesdoram…never make that mistake. Never be afraid to
draw near to the enemy. It is only when you are willing to put your
whole life on the line that you shall come out from battle
unscathed.”
“Ha!” Elmdor’s body passed against the Naclos
soldier’s body armor like a lancer cornering a young behemoth.
Pirouetting, his hands grabbed the soldier’s neck in an iron embrace
and twisted. With an audible snap, the man’s head flopped over to
his shoulder like a broken toy as the body fell to the ground. The
next lashed out at him with a large broadsword. Unable to avoid the
swing, Elmdor crossed his arms and caught the speeding blade between
the back of his palms, the durable Genji Gloves preventing him from
the due uncomfortability of Blade Grasping that large of a sword. He
maneuvered his hands sharply, pulling the sword from the surprised
warrior’s hands. At the same time, his hands lit with a bright blue
ki energy, the resulting ‘Wave Fist’ technique slamming the body
against the strong stone wall of a building.
The last soldier
fell with a gurgling scream that died in the haze, his throat
running red.
“Are you going to test your technique all day,
or do you feel like making a difference?” The voice – and the last
kill – belonged to Lady Jun, heiress of the ninjas, who had stopped
her momentary march toward the center of the city only long enough
to call to Elmdor.
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Soujiro
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 03:07
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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“Lady
Jun, I thank thee for thy company,” he replied to her in a most
polite manner, “but I’m afraid this is all I can do. I take great
pride in my unarmed martial skill, but I prefer blade to blade, in
the end.” She smiled at him, a gesture he found odd coming from the
very private woman.
“Then I think you’ll like this.” Raising
her arm, she tossed a long, slender object to him. It slapped
satisfyingly in his palm as he raised his arm to catch it. “A
bespectacled man with a gentle voice handed it to me before we
entered the city, saying to give it to you specifically. Oh, and
give a look at the note he left for you.”
Elmdor began
untying the cloth strip binding an old, brownish piece of parchment
to the sheath. It was then that a curiosity took him. Delegating the
note as secondary for a moment, he inspected the handle and the
guard. His eyes widened, and he partially withdrew the
blade.
“Something interesting?” Jun inquired as she stood
waiting for him.
“Very.” Elmdor had a hard time resisting the
show of emotion. “I never thought I’d see this sword again, ever.
It’s a sword for the purest and noblest of warriors. Put it in a
stream, and leaves will flow around the blade. So also does it part
strife and conflict.”
“The Masamune…” Jun eyed him with a
knowing glance. “Mithrik’en has the stories of the legendary sword
as well. I just wanted to see if you and I agreed on it the same.”
She turned back to where the few troops and ‘summoned’ combatants
behind her waited anxiously. “Follow me or not; that’s not my
concern. Just use that sword as its creator intended; that’s my only
request.” She turned and began to run through the streets again, her
followers trailing behind her.
Once again, Elmdor’s attention
turned to the note, which he untied and unrolled. The paper looked
strangely old, for a note supposedly so newly written. As his eyes
scanned the page, his heart skipped several beats.
To the most valorous ‘Elmdor-sensei’,
It
has come to my attention that you’re in a bit of a hard spot. I hope
you appreciate the sword – it took a lot of explaining to Leonid for
us to take it; he paid an exorbitant amount to import another of
Masamune’s rare pieces from Nipan, to replace the one missing from
your collection. Also, this place is a bit…shall we say ‘difficult’
to get to, especially from ‘where we are’. It seems like getting
your swords to you is a bit of a side-job for me, isn’t it? Well,
don’t make a habit out of it, and don’t mistake my generosity for
kindness…or was it the other way around?
So what are you
doing sitting there reading this for? There’s a battle to fight, and
the Masamune will show you the way! Use it well, my friend –
personally, I think you’re the stuff heroes are made of. But that’s
just my scholarly opinion. Best wishes from both of us.
- H.
and K.
P.S. the purity of the Masamune should prevent Zalera
from making any direct manifestations – it contains considerable
holy power.
P.S.S. you can still find the answers on your
knees anytime, my friend. There are more than just two ways for
you.
Silently, he rolled up the note and tucked it
away inside his sleeve. Taking the legendary katana, the Masamune,
he jumped to the low rooftop of the building next to him. It was
more than a sign, more than fate that the Masamune had returned to
him at this hour. He would seek out Daisetsu and give whatever he
could – whether commanding soldiers, as had been his experience for
years, or as simple as fighting the enemy with his hand or blade.
That was the way that sword was telling him to go.
To sever
the head of the dragon.
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Katana of the Round
– Masamune! The Masamune is perhaps the most legendary of katanas,
even regarded so high as to be seen as a holy relic. Masamune’s
strong spirit wished for only those battles that would bring the
world closer to true justice and peace, and so only warriors with
pure hearts could effectively wield his extremely well-made swords.
When drawn out, the Masamune creates no wave that attacks the enemy.
Instead, its wave encircles the wielder, causing their speed and
bodily regeneration rate to greatly increase. In effect, it ‘draws
out’ the higher potential within the warriors who wield
it.
Genji Up! – In Round Three, Elmdor came into
possession of a Genji Shield – a medium-sized oval shield, colored
black with silvery lining. This shield is especially effective at
repelling physical attacks (as opposed to magic attacks) and he uses
it in a very unconventional style called the ‘Aegis Shield Form’ –
shield held out in front, with the katana drawn back behind the
shield, ready to strike when the shield turns away an enemy strike
that leaves them particularly vulnerable. It’s a very
defensive-based style, so he’d probably not use it against larger
groups of enemies. The shield seems to come to him when he needs it,
which is to say, it’s not impairing his mobility when not in use.

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The Night Beckons...
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In this entry....
-Mal'Ganis's
psychic powers have heightened during the conflict of the past few
days. -He begins spinning a plot to come to fruition later. Yes,
my friends... I'm going to try to build up to something decent. If
you actually do see it coming, feel free to tell me and crush my
feeble Snifit ego. 
Nestled within this post are two quotes from a
Super NES-age Square RPG. First person to post with both wins my
fourth and final gift R-vote-- any more and I won't be able to hand
them all out in one round, assuming I don't become Fallen before
R-votes are available again.
Edit: Nice post,
Soujiro. Um... let's say this happened right after yours. No
real conflict, save we were both using
Jun.
---
Mal'Ganis stood, arms crossed, looking down
on the burning city far below. He had stayed back when the other
"Lords"-- Kalten, despite some visible strain on him; had dashed off
at once; and the others had followed soon after. He let his mind
search out for what was happening... Daisetsu was, as always;
explaining the situation and giving orders. Dorrin had left to aid
the resisting defenders in the bowels of Soulis'en-- there,
another of those bloody apostrophes. And Jun... Jun had advanced
on her own to attack the invaders, whom the Fire leader had
explained were mostly mundane, mortal humans.
I suppose I
should help her. But that facade is over with now. No... no, I will
wait.
The Dreadlord led the fierce winds from the
mountains of Soujo'en howl around him, extending his wings and
letting it carry him high into the air; looking for all the worlds
like some demonic gargoyle. Now walking on the winds, he jerked his
head to the right; a loose rock in a landslide crashing down a
nearby mountain flew off at the same angle, freeing a massive
avalanche to fall. He grit his fangs and waved his left hand; a
decaying tree in the path of the avalanche exploded, cracking down
its center and leaving only a spray of splinters and wood to be
buried by tons of stone.
The winds died down of their own
accord, and Mal'Ganis slowly descended to the hilltop he had been
left on. He was panting now; telekinesis was very similar, and yet
so different; from the telepathy he had mastered. In a sense all
Nathrezim "magic" was a form of psychokinesis manifesting with
arcane energy, but only the most disciplined-- such as Tichondrius--
had been able to master it.
Tichondrius had such mental
strength that he could will any weapon to turn aside against him...
only a demon or demigod could even wound him. I will never have that
power, being a Desecrater... but I will be greater than what I am
now.
...those fools. he thought, turning his mind toward
Jun and the others. And yet we-- those 'coerced,' as Daisetsu
said-- are more the fools for going along with him. What manner of
godhood does he pretend to grant us? When he cannot fight his own
battles?
This... this 'event...' is a farce. Are we merely
here to do their dirty work? Is Jun's dainty manicure to precious to
risk damage in battle? They are strong, yes... greater than most
mortals and even demons I have seen. But they are only mortal. If
not for their 'avatar' power... they would be nothing.
I...
am angry. Burning. Seething. Never have I been so wronged. His
eyes flickered, if only briefly; with an unholy glow. It is time.
I will show you my true powers. And I shall have my
revenge.
A sudden storm began whipping up behind him, and
he knew the battle had begun. Mal'Ganis stood, immortalized for an
instant in front of a flash of lightning. When the thunderclap
resounded behind it, the Nathrezim was
gone.
---
Hooves echoed on the cobbled streets of
Soulis'en. Mal'Ganis, who never ran; was nevertheless walking
quickly and purposefully toward where he knew Jun to be. The
normally-bustling city streets were empty here. The occasional
An'ven defender, usually an Archer; could be seen running to and
fro, taking up positions, then falling back to heal up; as the front
lines in the city drew closer. The demon's keen eyes could already
see smoke billowing from one of the tall buildings six blocks or so
ahead of him; the architecture, he stopped briefly to notice;
strongly resembling Azeroth's own. And it too fell.
A
pair of Naclos soldiers-- for so their red, Templar-style armor and
uniforms revealed-- spotted Mal'Ganis. With a cry both raised their
swords and charged. One-- a young man with a slight scruff of a
beard, he could see-- was a little faster, and came down to the
demon's right side. Mal'Ganis lashed out with his claws, almost
faster than the eye could follow, and sliced into the soldier's
vulnerable throat, following up with a fatal flurry of blows. The
other just then reached in the next instant, and Mal'Ganis struck
him in the chest with an open-palm strike. Stunned, the swordsman
fell back, recovering quickly. The Dreadlord sneered and mentally
focused on his longsword, tossing it aside with a flick of his
wrist. The stunned soldier narrowed his eyes and balled his hands
into fists, and Mal'Ganis shook his head. His eyes locked with the
mortal's, and he died, screaming, as a swarm of bats appeared from
nowhere and shredded into him, the coup de gras coming from
his own sword, which had joined the sudden attack.
He
advanced without a word, pausing only to Preserve their souls; he
had a use for them later. Within several minutes he had finally
caught up to Jun, who, alone, had already felled two dozen of the
enemy.
One mounted crusader bore down on Jun, but as she
coiled her legs, preparing to jump and, no doubt; execute the fool
in one of many different but equally fatal ways, Mal'Ganis's mind
reached him first. The demon raised his hand, eyes burning with
intense focus on the Knight, and yanked him bodily off the horse.
The surprised mount overshot Jun, and in the same motion Mal'Ganis
tossed the warrior nearly thirty feet to the side, smashing him
through the wooden wall of one of the burning
'skyscrapers.'
A trio of footmen charged in from the north,
clearly not, as any sane mortal would; seeing the score of slain at
Jun's feet as a warning; bearing down on the ninja. Mal'Ganis,
behind her, could easily see the three, and closed his
eyes.
His right hand shot forward, and the man on the left of
the three suddenly stopped running, kicking his legs uselessly in
the air. Mal'Ganis smashed the disabled man into his ally right next
to him; and both fell to the ground. Then the Dreadlord focused on
the still-standing warrior, and with a draining surge of telekinetic
energy lifted him off the ground, then higher, then pulling him so
quickly that he flew cleanly past Jun and even the demon nearly
forty feet behind her, landing headfirst on the street somewhere
behind Mal'Ganis.
"Mal'Ganis... I appreciate it, but you
should really keep your eyes open in a battle like this." Jun's
voice gently but firmly chided him.
The Dreadlord slowly
opened his burning eyes. "Yes?"
The ninja tsked behind
her mask, and held up an arrow caught neatly between her index and
middle finger. She then pointed with it down the street to
Mal'Ganis's left-- where an enemy bowman lay dead, with a pair of
shuriken, dart-style, imbedded in his
chest.
"Mal'Ganis... are you all right?" Jun asked as
politely as she could manage; her eyes still darted to both sides,
ever wary for the next group of attackers to find their way here.
"...I need to keep going. So if you--"
"Jun." Mal'Ganis said
flatly, and she paused. "...I have not forgotten what you did." She
raised her hand in protest, flustered; but the demon shook his head.
"No. You were right. And I suppose I wish to amend for that. Tell
me... do you know where Kalten went? I could see that he left
alone."
"Mal'Ganis, that's so... I... yes, no, I don't know.
I'm sorry." Her voice rose. "...I know what you can do... at least a
little, now. If I help you, can you find him?"
He nodded. "I
believe so. Simply relax, and free your mind."
Jun frowned.
"Will this take long? I mean--" her voice faltered as Mal'Ganis
stepped up to her, placing both of his hands-- claws retracted-- to
her temples.
"...no. In fact, I believe that will do it. Can
you hold them off for a moment longer, Jun? I will need to focus,
then I can probably find him."
She sounded immeasurably
relieved. "Of course, Mal'Ganis. Thank you... I don't really know
what to say. I mean... I couldn't expect...."
He forced his
iron gaze to soften. "You need to hurry, Lady Jun. You're
needed."
Mal'Ganis watched her run for a few seconds, barely
hiding a smile as he noted her incredible grace... and beauty, of
course. As soon as she faded further into the front lines, the
fierceness in his visage returned.
The demon saw another
small platoon rush into the square. Evidently Jun had spared them,
and the awestruck men had seen her pass by.
"Wow... did you
see that?"
"Yeah... she's like, a goddess or
something...."
"...how many Gods are there,
Cadet?"
"What I wouldn't give to get night poison from
that ninja...."
"One, Sir. I'm sorry."
"They
keep... spinning... and spinning...."
"Oh, that dress, so
scandalous, you know a monk can't handle it...."
"So she's
shakin' that thing with a look that's
devilish--"
"Cadet!"
"Sir!"
Mal'Ganis
ignored them. He had already done enough for that miserable city,
and the only thing left now was the other half of his plan. He leapt
as high into the air as he could, gliding toward about halfway up on
the nearest intact tower. He stuck his claws in it for balance, then
jumped again; this time clearing all the way to the top. From there
he could see the entire panorama... well, everything in front of
that position. And with no interference....
He closed his
eyes and crossed his arms. And he let his mind
search.
---
Nothing really so far. I'm assuming that
Storm has started a, well, storm and have been using that.
Feel free to write something in with Mal'Ganis before he gets to
Jun; I merely wanted to establish this much for later (I fully
intend to post again later on in the round to actually directly
attack some sponsors, something I've heretofore done very little
of :/).
This is also an apology for not doing nearly as much
as I would've liked to; I tend to revolve my stories around other
sponsors as best I can; I'm not very proactive (you've probably seen
me take Vote Burn rather than vote dump in at least a few rounds so
far). This is also thanks for keeping me around so long; this is
farther than I've ever gotten in one of these
tournaments.
"As you can see, your people are now mine. I
will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of
Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Quotable
Quotes
Okay
Wayne...here's your quotes.
"I... am angry. Burning.
Seething. Never have I been so wronged. It is time. I will show you
my true powers. And I shall have my revenge." - Super Mario RPG,
Smithy.
"They keep... spinning... and spinning..." - Super
Mario RPG, random guy obsessed with spinning signs.
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Grab your asses and run!
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Maya Amano 4:1
Chaos consumed every inch
of the place. Muffled screams of innocents could be heard from the
distance, its memory echoing in her ears. The red glow that could be
seen was eerie and warned every one of the dangers that were
happening inside the city. She could feel a shadow covering the land
in its darkness, and it scared her. This was war, and war was not a
pretty thing.
“Oh, God…”
They were the only words the
seeped out of Maya’s mouth. No matter how many times she and the
others had been warned about this moment, Maya could have never
imagined it to be this bad. Even when in her world, Joker-sama and
Nyarlathotep had corrupted Earth with their rumors and magic, there
was always a slight glint of hope that everything would be fine.
Maya couldn’t feel that here.
The European-looking city
streets already had battles in them. As quick as she could, Maya
dropped her bag on the ground and took out her handguns. Making sure
they were fully loaded, she put all her restoration items on the top
for easy access, closed the bag, slung it over her shoulder and ran,
ready for the battle.
“Whoop ass time!” she murmured to
herself through gritted teeth, giving a stronger grip on the pink
guns, ready for anything that was to attack. She could smell the
scent of blood which filled the air in heavy doses. It was terrible.
She ignored the screams her conscious said about what she was about
to do. It wasn’t important now; it was survival of the fittest, the
strongest win; eat or be eaten. Maya didn’t want to die, and she
certainly didn’t want to be eaten.
Cautiously, she crept
along the streets, checking around the corners to see if anyone was
there. With the exception of expressionless bodies which Maya prayed
to never see after this day, there was no one along the path she
walked. Breathing heavily, she pressed on.
“You, Halt!”
yelled a gruff voice from behind Maya. Instantly she bolted as fast
as she could go - their footsteps in close pursuit. She turned her
head to see how many were after her – Four, maybe five. She clicked
her guns and fired randomly behind her, praying that at least one
bullet would stop on of the soldiers, but she didn’t stop to check.
She just kept running. She didn’t stop until she was sure the only
footsteps on the ground she could hear, was hers.
Turning,
she noted there were two soldiers, though far, were in sight. One
pointed off towards her and they both started to run where she was.
But this time, Maya stood her ground. She was tired of running,
tired of being useless. She wasn’t going to just sit around and let
everyone else do the work like she had let them in the other places.
“You're there, aren't you?” she spoke softly to apparently
no one, “My guardian angel... I'm with you!”
At once, an
aura, blue in colour, surrounded the Japanese woman from Sumaru. It
rose high until it completely covered her and from the top appeared
the figure of the woman. She was dressed in long bright pink robes
with black patterns and stitching. She wore gloves which had sharp
claws protruding from the tips of them. Her hair was red and shiny
and curled itself into a coil. And around her face, was a visor
which covered her eyes.
My name is Maia, of Subaru
sparkling in the heavenly dome. I support the holy moon, and pray on
your behalf...
In seconds, the being raced down towards
the two soldiers, both dazed at the figure which approached them at
rapid speed, almost like it was flying. It raised her hand above her
head and cast a spell at one of the soldiers.
Hama
Bright red bricks fell from the sky as the holy spell
started to take effect. Trapping the solider, the patterned bricks
glowed, then shattered into nothing. The soldier that was trapped in
the spell fell to the ground, his face in a confused expression; the
instant-kill spell was successful. His companion looked around for
Maia, but she was already gone. Confused, he retreated.
The
glow around Maya faded, and she smiled. “Whoop ass completed!” she
said happily.
“I’ll say you whooped their ass pretty well,”
commented a voice. Turning sharply, she came face to face with a man
dressed in a strange combination of blue, green and yellow patterned
robes and jewelry. His hair was long and white, and tied neatly at
the back. Maya recognized him as one of the people in tourney, but
had never asked for his name.
“Thank you,” Maya said, and
blushed happily.
She didn’t feel useless
anymore.
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Heaven or Hell?
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If I'm
still allowed to, I'll focus. Check that one with Kyo later. Post
comin' in a bit.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:11
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Ack
ack ack - you can't really tell from my first post there that I had
intended to FOCUS at that time. xo So if I can, then please
make it so. XD; (I can just get a hold of you then to see if I did,
ne, Kyo? @_@)
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase Four (Affection): The Object of Her
Desires
Mint ran into the city, looking about her in a
mix of awe and horror. I've never seen a city this huge... Or
this devastated. Well, those Naclos forces had better watch out,
because they're about to get a taste of... SHIZU!
Her
train of thought completely derailed as she saw the red-haired
samurai enter the street a block away. The young warrior held his
umbrella at the ready as he scanned the crossroads for possible
threats. Spying Mint, he nodded at her and began to walk towards
her... not noticing the arrow that pierced the ground just a metre
behind him.
The sorceress' breath caught in her through in
her throat. "Oh, my Aeons, Shizu's in danger..." Wasting no more
time to think, Mint hurtled herself down the street, running as fast
as her legs could take her. Glancing upwards, she could barely see
the archer on top of one of the buildings, another arrow at the
ready.
thought the archers were on our side run faster run
faster why don't I have a shield spell for others purple purple
that's it
"Purple, Circle, Warp!" A purple flash
of light consumed Mint's body, and before one could blink, another
purple flash signaled her arrival just behind Shizu. Before she even
managed to gain her bearings, she had held up her rings to the sky.
"Gold, Cosmic, Valiant!" The golden prism of energy
encompassed her body just moments before another arrow struck it's
upper edge, deflecting away from the trajectory that would have put
it into Shizumaru's heart.
Shizumaru quickly turned around, a
bewildered look on his face. "What? Mint-himesama, what is...?" He
fell into silence as he looked first at Mint - her Valiant spell
fading away, as she had no target to release it on - then at the
arrow that been deflected away, and finally at the other arrow that
stood sticking out of the stone road a few metres away. "Mint-hime,
what...?"
"No time, inside, inside right now!" Mint grabbed
the bishounen's arm and pulled him towards a nearby wooden door, an
arrow bouncing off the ground just a few inches from their feet as
they ran. The two young warriors threw themselves at the door, but
it was locked tight. "Stupid [expletive] door! Black,
Nor-OHH!"
Mint sunk to her knees, clutching her left shoulder
in pain as a red stain flowered on her white undershirt, and
Shizumaru's eyes widened at the sight of the feathered arrow
sticking out of the young woman's back. "Mint-hime!" Raising his
Kirisame, he slashed at the door with all his strength, breaking it
off it's hinges. The young warrior then picked up Mint, hissing in
pain as another arrow sliced across his arm, and ran
inside.
"Wait... let me down... I can take care of it." Mint
protested being carried, despite her weakening state, and Shizumaru
set her down on a nearby counter. The young princess looked down at
her arm and grimaced. "Heh... Well, there goes my new shirt. I'm
never going to get that out..." She looked up at the arrow that
protruded from her collarbone and grasped it firmly. Pulling on it
hard, she let lose a howl of pain, followed by almost every foul
word she could possibly think of, but the arrow had barely
budged.
"...Alright. Shizumaru, dear, I'm a big wimp and
can't stand the pain I'm causing myself. Could you get this arrow
out of my shoulder so I can heal myself?" She smiled weakly, despite
herself.
"Um... Hai..." Shizumaru looked unsure about
the request, but he stepped forward and grabbed the arrowhead.
Placing his left hand on Mint for leverage, he sighed. "One...
Two... Three." With great strength, the red-haired bishounen pulled
the arrow out of Mint's shoulder, eliciting another loud string of
curses from the young woman.
"...Okay, then, with that out of
the way.... Blue, Hyper, Restore." Mint gasped involuntarily as the
magical blue energy worked it's way across her body, finally
centring on the wounded shoulder and concentrating there. Shizumaru
watched in wonder as the flesh mended itself at such great speed;
though he had known of such magic for a long time now, it was the
first time he had seen magical recovery in action. Within moments,
the wound was no more than a faint scar, and even that had already
begun to fade into nothingness.
Mint flexed her arm, ignoring
the sticky sensation of her blood drying against her arm. "Ahh,
there we go... Stupid arrow ruined my brand-new shirt, though. I'll
have to have a word with Daisetsu on how well his troops are trained
to distinguish friend from foe." The princess hopped off of the
counter and faced Shizumaru, her most charming smile in place.
"Thanks, Shizumaru. I really owe you."
"Ahh... but I-I should
really thank you, not the other way around." Shizumaru rubbed the
back of his head. "If you hadn't stopped that archer's shot, I would
have surely died. I am truly in your debt, Mint-himesama." He bowed,
which caused her to bop him in the head. "Ahh! What was that for?"
he asked, rubbing his
"Don't bow to me! All my subjects have
to bow to me because I'm beautiful and powerful and oh so rich, but
anyone who is my" beloved "peer shouldn't have to!" She
crossed her arms in a mocking way.
"I'm sorry if it offends
you, Mint-himesama, but it's not meant to. It's a part of my
culture. We bow to show our respect, both to our superiors and our
peers."
"Oh. Oops. Hehe, now I feel silly!" Mint waved around
one of her rings indifferently. "Well, Maya is always saying that I
should be more respectful to other cultures, so... I guess it's okay
if you bow." Mint walked away from the counter and began to walk
around the shop. "Now, let's see where we are... Various liquids and
powders on the shelves, cauldrons of all shapes and sizes," - she
grimaced slightly - "disgusting bins of animal body parts,
incredibly overpowering smell... An alchemist's shop! Cool! Let's
see what sorts of things they have in here..."
Mint began to
rummage through the shelves, making idle banter as she did. "So,
Shizumaru, why do you always call me 'Mint-himesama'? Is that
another one of your signs of respect?"
"Oh, uh, yes, it
actually means princess. I heard you say that you were a princess
back at the dojo." Shizumaru walked to the other side of the shop,
looking for bandages to wrap his arm with. "May I ask what kingdom
you are the heir to?"
"The East Heaven Kingdom, largest
nation of the east, only rivaled by the nation of Laramin. At least
in my world." Mint pulled another bottle off of the shelf.
...'Contains Worm's Blood, Pig's Eye, Bat's Wing, Iocaine Powder,
and Red #7. Warning: If you try to drink this potion after reading
all the ingredients, you're incredibly stupid and deserve the
painful death that you will suffer.' Okay then... "I'm not
really just a heir anymore, though; ever since my father got sick,
I've been running the country, with a little help from my
sister..."
"I am sorry about your father... My father also
had... a disease, of sorts, and ever since he died... it has been a
great burden on me." Shizumaru placed a hand on his chest, feeling
the faint glow that most couldn't even perceive.
Silence
filled the shop for a few moments, and then Mint squealed with glee.
"Yes! Clothing-Repair Solution! 'Apply directly to damaged area of
clothing. Solution will also clean any clothing it comes in contact
with.'" Over-excited, Mint pulled the cork out and poured the potion
on her left arm and shoulder. Within seconds, the hole had been
fixed, and all the blood that stained Mint's shirt had
disappeared.
The red-haired mage ran back over to Shizumaru,
holding out her arm. "There we go! Doesn't it look brand-Hey!" She
walked up to the young samurai and grabbed his injured arm. "What is
this? Why didn't you tell me you got hurt?"
"I-I didn't wish
to trouble you, Mint-himesama. It's nothing really; only a flesh
wound. I just need to find some bandages so I
can-"
Shizumaru's words were cut off by Mint, who placed her
finger to his lips. "No, no, no! If I can get rid of some gaping
hole in my shoulder, I can certainly do something with your arm! Now
hold still!" Mint held Shizumaru's arm in one hand, while she held
her other hand with her palm facing up. "White, Super, Remedy!" A
softly-glowing sphere appeared in Mint's hand, which she then
pressed onto the young man's arm. The sphere slowly melted,
spreading it's glow over his arm and mending the
injury.
"Ahh, arigato gozaimasu, Mint-himesama."
Shizumaru looked up at the same time as Mint, their reddish-brown
eyes meeting each other's gaze. "Uh, sorry, that means thank you
in-"
kiss him
"-my language, and I'm always-"
The young bishounen's words were cut off as Mint leaned over, her
lips meeting his in a passionate embrace. For the split-second
before Shizumaru could think again, instinct ruled over his actions
and he began to return the young woman's kiss. Then, like a dam
breaking under too much pressure, his thoughts returned to him in a
tidal wave, with two in particular riding the crest. Rimururu...
Alma...
Shizumaru broke away from the kiss and stepped
back a few feet, staring at Mint with regret in his eyes. Before he
could even begin to explain his feelings, though, she had already
begun to speak. "I-I've been thinking about you ever since that
night in the restaurant, when I first saw you. I just haven't been
able to keep you out of my mind since then; I keep following you and
watching you and thinking about and it's been driving me absolutely
crazy and please kiss me again?"
Mint looked at Shizumaru
with both longing and a hint of desperation, and the boy's thoughts
all went completely blank. He opened his mouth a couple of times,
wanting to say something but lacking the words to do so. Finally, he
turned and ran out of the shop, leaving Mint standing there, alone
and crushed.
"Shizu? Shizumaru? Please... don't...." Mint
fell to her knees and began to cry, her tears pooling on the shop's
floor.
"Please don't leave..."
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New Spell
Revealed! Warp - Purple/Circle - Mint instantaneously
appears in another location. Warp's range is limited to a few
hundred metres.
Ack, 6AM in the morning. Well, Carly, as you
can see, no duel, both for reasons of time and of character. (I
decided that Mint wasn't quite unstable enough to try to kill
someone who rejected her. ). She is, however, currently quite depressed, and will
have probably have taken out some of her anger, sadness and guilt on
nearby Naclos forces by the time anyone meets her.
Oh, and
don't you go thinking that there's no fun and games to be had in my
post! There are two references in this post, two references to a
couple of the best movies ever! The first person who manages to find
both references will receive one of my R-Votes next
round.
And this message is exactly 10968 characters long. So
close, and yet so far. 
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And
suddenly, Dan Hibiki understood.
He understood why he was
called upon for this task. He understood why he was taken to this
strange world. He understood why the Lords were so desparate for
help. This was more than a war. It was a massacre. Dan knew what he
must do. He adjusted his pimp hat on his head and pulled out his
cane. He noticed Daisetsu running towards the battle. He ran after
the Lord of Suzaku.
Dan: Wait up, big dawg! I've got your
back!
And with that, the battle was
joined.
Edit:Whoops, didn't notice the part about no R
votes....sorry!
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
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The
city appeared to be slowly engulfed in flames all around, with the
sky bathed in a red hue as smoke slowly rised up from the fallen
buildings around Setsuna. He, along with 4 other warriors, had
decided to accompany Daisetsu in his attempt to drive away the
Nacios troops. He was alongside Sol Badguy, as he saw all around,
the screams of women, the crying of children, and the death cries of
dozens of men. The cracking sound of clashing swords could be heard
everywhere. Several bloodbathed corpses lied on the streets, some
with several arrows impaled in their motionless bodies.
"War
truly takes out the worst traits in men, don't you think? It's easy
to forget what sins are in the middle of the battlefield....",
Setsuna calmly said as he walked past two corpses of Soujo'en
soldiers who had been slayed like animales, tied up by the hands.
"That's right. No can do, though. Humans are stupid,
irrational creatures by nature. They content themselves with killing
each other without even knowing why they do so. But I guess we are
here to kick ass and don't ask questions, I believe..."
"Fine
with me. As long as I get to slay some dirty mortals, I'm not
complaining.", Setsuna said with a grin, as he carressed his sheated
Blade of 80 Days. The sword had tasted blood for quite some
time...and now he was up to feed on more lives than he could account
for.
"Hmmm....", Sol said as he looked at his side. "It
looks like Testament is already beginning to have his own share of
fun." He said so after looking at some decapitated heads of Nacios
soldiers. "That boy...he truly knows nothing else but to kill and
never even bother. A sicko, mind you. But oh well, he is already
beyond hope...."
"I do believe we will be in the same
position soon enough...."
Setsuna turned to his side...Hulk
and Yuri Hyuga were also walking beside them. Testament had left to
go on his own killing spree it seems. He turned to face his leader,
Daisetsu.
"So, boss, what is your game plan to take out the
Nacios soldiers?"
"It seems that Testament has taken his own
course of action, so we won't bother about him now. We are to meet
the Nacios troops head on near the main square of the town...in the
very center. They plan to take on the government buildings there,
and add to the overall chaos."
"Hmmm...nice plan. I wonder if
I'll get to see how Nacios troops bleed?"
They continued to
walk down the path. The sound of action was
near....
---- 1 A-Vote to Dorrin, Jun, and Kalten. 5
left.
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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Quick
note before going to school:
Sol will be FOCUSing if he can.
If not, well...I'll ask in IRC this afternoon.
Back in six
and a half hours. 
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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After
walking for about 30 minutes, the small group doubled around a
street corner. The image that now spread in front of them was
amazing. A huge bunch of about 200 soldiers was walking in a
monotonous pace towards the main plaza, which was behind the party,
along the same street. In the town square, spread forward a park,
and a huge statue in the middle, resembling the founder of the city.
But in front of them, many soldiers with all kinds of weapons walked
forward...and didn't seem to slow down.
"Very well...we have
arrived...Total chaos is about to ensue. Now, only your spirit and
skills will be able to see you through now. Fight with your heart,
not with your fists! Because true heroes are born from brave
decisions...not from their amount of skill."
Having said so,
Daisetsu teleported to one of the buildings along the street.
Setsuna and Sol just stood there. They saw the soldiers suddenly
stop, and inspect the 4 warriors ahead of them.
"So,
Sol...what do you expect we do now?", Setsuna said with a
grin
"What do you think we are? Kick ass, of course. But
please don't be so selfish and spoil all the fun...I also need some
heads to roll."
"OK...seize the day. Let death cover these
corrupt, spent souls!"
Then they saw the troops advancing
towards them like a raging sea of destruction, yelling and stomping.
Setsuna and Sol drew their swords. Sol quickly waved his sword, and
shot a fire wave that spread throughout the street.
GUN
FRAME!!!!
This definetly dazed the soldiers, and set the
soldiers on front on fire. As they ran around screaming in their
pain, Setsuna and Sol raged forward with a path of death. They
slashed down some of the front troops, gutting and severing them.
The other soldiers were fast in the draw, They attacked Setsuna from
3 different sides. Setsuna kicked one down, gave an open electric
palm attack to the other, and gave such a strong slash to the other,
he not only cut his sword, he split the poor sap in half. He grabbed
the head of the soldier who was getting up, and slammed it back down
on the floor, and giving an upper slash to another incoming soldier.
Then he noticed how a sleuth of fire arrows were coming his
way. Setsuna spinned his sword, deflecting some shots. Then he had
an idea. He grabbed the wounded soldier from the electric palm
attack, and used him as a human shield against the fire arrows. The
body soon caught fire, but Setsuna was still dashing and
decimating...slashing down another 2 soldiers. He finally dropped
the burning body, and now raised his swords to the heavens.
"Think you can all do against me? You are nothing more than
insects, which means you will be STEPPED ON!"
A thunder bolt
surrounded Setsuna's sword, and then swinged in an arc that covered
his front. 4 more soldiers were slashed and shocked, falling down in
screams of pain. But he then noticed that about 5 soldiers more were
surrounding him. He backed up until he met another back.
"So, Sol, how's your day going on?"
"Not bad! I
actually have killed 7 fuckers already. Bastards couldn't stop
ranting about how strong I was..."
"This doesn't look
good...but we shall teach them!"
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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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Kiske 4:1 -
Calm Passion
Rushing into the town, Ky grabbed at the swords at his
belt. Fuuraiken and Fuuenken, together at last. He'd lost Sol, but
that was probably for the best right now. He still wasn't sure
exactly where he stood on that.. darnit, his mind was in a mess at
the moment. All he knew right now was that this was the reason for
his being brought here, and this was his job.
Coming to a
halt in an empty street, he surveyed the destruction - what
destruction! - and grimaced. The appearance of this town.. hit too
close to home. The destruction caused by the Crusades... the Gear
armies.. and the annihilation of Japan.
But there was one
difference. In his world, the Gears were the oppressors, the
destroyers. In this... well, it wasn't the Gears. Daisetsu said it
was the church of Naclos.. and that was where Ky's brain rebelled.
The church is good! "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want", is
that not what the hymns said? And yet... they could cause such
destruction? Such terror?
Much of Earth's history was lost,
destroyed by the rampaging gears - but the Holy Orders kept some,
which Ky had spent time perusing. The church had not always been
what it was... the middle ages in particular were a time of much
strife.. religion begets anger and violence at other religions. Ky
sighed.. such was obviously the case here. It was tricky for his
mind to accept - the church was something much different in his own
world - but the evidence was infront of him, smouldering and
burning.
Ky shook his head, walking silently through the
destruction. Such a shame.. such a waste of life.
It must
be stopped.
Ky reached to his belt, to the swords, and
drew them. Fuuraiken, Fuuenken. Sister blades.. united. Time for a
Holy Knight to show these Naclos despoilers the true power of
God!
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A-vote to Jun A-vote to
Daisetsu A-vote to Dorrin
Ky is now poised to deal out
some holy smitage, full of righteous anger and suchlike. Prolly all
from me until a certain person gets online...
Oh, and Lantis,
Sol doesn't have his sword right now.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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Oh,
[expletive]! Why the [expletive] do I always oversleep on
vacations?! This is why I [expletive] hate [expletive] vacations!

*tackles TV through wall, then walks back
inside*
Just a moment. I have to read everything first, which
thankfully isn't much surprisingly.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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K' -- KOF
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K'
threw his elbow against the soldiers head, a member of the Naclo
Army. The combatant staggered backwards, stunned by the sudden blow
to his forehead. Before the man could even recover, K' thrust his
knee into the soldier's chest and threw him towards a nearby tower
over his shoulder. The impact at which the soldier had landed
against the concrete wall of the building was so forceful it left
several fissures and fractures. The combatant grasped his chest,
trying to regain his breath as he hoisted himself up with strain and
difficulty. Blood was dripping from his mouth, staining the
untainted ground. K''s eyes met with those of the soldier; his stare
was icy and callous. "I can see fear in your eyes. It's what makes
you weak." K' said snickering.
The combatant, still clenching
his chest tightly, fumbled for his switchblade out of sheer
desperation. K' crossed his arms and began to whistle as if he had
all the time in the world. "I'm waiting." K' said in a
melodious tone of voice.
The soldier continued to sift around
for his weapon as if he had not heard a word of K''s. K' let out a
heartless laugh. "Looking for this?" he said throwing the small
razor blade up and down in his hands. "I took it when I struck you
on your forehead. Was I too quick for you to even notice?" K' said
smirking.
The man stopped abruptly, eyeing his own weapon in
the enemy's hands. He fell back against the wall of the monumental
tower and realized how futile his attempts had been. The soldier
began to become emotionally unstable--rolling himself in a tight
ball, he huddled and began to cry. K' frowned at the scene that lay
before him. "Pathethic..."
K' clenched the handle of the
blade tightly, aimed, and propelled it forward towards the Naclo
soldier. The man gave a small yelp and shut his eyes awaiting his
death, still sobbing uncontrollably. Debris and rock burst beside
the man's head and all became quiet. The combatant slowly opened his
eyes and stared at the tower wall beside him. The switchblade had
been driven inside the wall, only a few mere inches away from the
soldier's skull. Trembling, he looked ahead of him, expecting the
pale haired man still there with his cruel smile. Nothing, he was
gone. All the Naclo soldier saw was dust and sand swirling in the
air carried by a gust of wind. He slumped backwards unable to speak,
no words would form from his mouth as he lie there
alone...
Meanwhile, K' had been only a few feet away, out of
the soldier's line of sight--He had been behind a small house for
quite some time observing his opponent's reaction. "You've been
given mercy. Don't waste it now." he said to himself whispering. He
proceeded to pull out a cigarette from his coat pocket lighting it
with the power of the Kusanagi, and left the
area.
---------------------------------
K' continued
forward in a desolate part of the warring city. Bodies and weapons
lay everywhere, and dark, wine red blood defiled the terrain.
Cigarette in mouth, K' headed towards the distant screams and moans
of death. That would be where the bloodshed was being caused. K'
sighed and sauntered along the dusty path, picking up items he
thought would earn him some money.
"Isn't that called
stealing?" a nearby voice said.
"It's not like these rotting
corpses are going to use them anytime soon, King." K' said
sardonically.
"True." she retorted back with a small laugh.
"Where are you heading to anyway?"
"Where do you
think?"
"Seeing as that your the violent type, I'm guessing
towards all the chaos and mayhem."
"You know me better than I
thought." He snickered. "Well, I'm leaving. Your choice if you want
to tag along. That is, if you man enough to do
it."
"Shutup." King said with irritation. She headed towards
the front line of the war, peeved at K'. K' simply laughed and
followed
suit.
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung gets what's coming to him...
[OOC]And Draco gets to goof off in school. The benefits of knowing HTML upside down and inside out.
Anyway, this is just a temporary post, unless one person
comes in on time. But, considering that I have about one hour before
I go to school, I doubt that I'll get to write.
*sighs*[/OOC]
Shang Tsung... was happy. Extremely. At
last, a round that works for me! What took these fools so long?
With a smile, he began walking down the street, looking at the
corpses.
Come to me. The sorcerer stretched forth his
hand, and called the soul of a dead warrior to him. He cradled the
green light, and smiled.
He had died by an arrow through
the heart. As well he should have. The soul slipped into Shang
Tsung, and the sorcerer smiled again. "I can feel it. The power,
flowing through me again! And that is just the first... the first of
so very many. Come, warfare. Come, violence and unnecessary
bloodshed! Bring me that which I so greatly desired!"
Shang
Tsung began laughing as he walked down the street, taking souls as
he went. ---
[OOC]Anyway, that's the beginning. Souls are
teh ***age. [/OOC]
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Eek!
Psycho Power, let's pretend your post comes after mine, ne? Alma's
gonna be rushing all over the place- Yuffie should be welcome
company, though. 
Canto IV + In Medias Res + Dim
Dream
It would figure that the war would dawn,
just as I was starting to feel happy again...
Alma had
reached the city some distance behind the others- she wasn't much
used to running into battle, especially over such terrain. The sight
that greeted her was of a broken, lonely district, rubble littering
the fountain in the center of the plaza. Her little shoes crunched
over broken glass and small coins, her eyes warily catching sight of
the fountain water- water that was now red. She clutched her staff
closely to her side, taking advantage of her her amethyst's newfound
glow as though to ward away any evil spirits. That was something
new, she discovered; she hadn't seen the glow before the fight with
the Hokage. Perhaps it had become a little more
empowered...
She hadn't felt Altima in hours- not since the
hot springs. Had she not been in a war zone, Alma would have had a
smile stuck on her face.
What, no thank
you?
Oh! She almost stumbled, catching herself.
Sir Suzaku! I didn't know you were still around in
there...
I have nowhere to go when I'm
bored. Tell me you didn't come all this way just to linger behind
the action.
She frowned. That 'action' was costing
people lives. Still, she had to thank the Phoenix- she wondered if
it was, because of him, that Altima was nowhere to be felt or heard.
Maybe he'd driven the Bloody Angel out of her for good. Yes, of
course, thank you, Sir...I have no idea why Lord Daisetsu would seek
to keep you imbued in me, though- Altima is gone, is she
not?
The Phoenix was strangely quiet. Alma twisted her
lip, supposing it was just as well; it wouldn't do to have
otherworldly entities talking in her head on the battlefield.
Though, in most normal cases, it wouldn't do to have her on
the battlefield- another liability! She could find no sight of
Shizumaru, or Vincent or Vice and Mature or Ky or Yuri or
anyone, and perhaps she was just as well not being close to
them. They were all fighters, all trained in the martial arts. What
was she to them? She could only heal, and if she was cut down or
wounded badly...
Well, then it's Magic Power Restore to
the rescue. Come on, wench, what are you waiting
for?
Strange that her thoughts would echo in that voice.
Alma smiled a little, and it seemed but a second in which she
recalled it, yet every ounce of that conversation came flowing back
to her.
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"Well now! You've gotten
better."
Alma looked up from the chess table with a flattered
smile. "I have? Really?"
"Oh, quite." Zalbag's grin was not
something that could be faked, let alone sugarcoated. He scratched a
finger along his thin red beard, studying the black-and-white
'battlefield' with a glint in his eye. "Taken both my bishops and a
knight, left me with but two pawns to guard His Majesty himself- so
aptly named King Zalbag the Manly-Muscled Heartthrob of the Women,
the Beloved Star of Lesalia, the Envy of the Men, the White-Toothed
Astounder. Under the name of Beoulve there is victory, and within
the swooning embrace of Zalbag there is-"
Alma nearly knocked
over her queen with her giggling. Zalbag chuckled with her, his grin
showing off those 'White Toothed' beauties, and set his finger idly
on the head of a pawn. He moved it in front of his king. "And of
course you've set up such a tight defense around your own king and
queen, eh? May I presume that alongside the Beautiful Queen Alma of
the Blushing Cheeks, there is His Majesty, King Clayton
Sorabus?"
She slapped her forehead. "Ugh, don't dare that
far, brother. I'd rather you use your Mind Ruin technique on me than
go out with Clayton for a night...it would probably have the same
effect." As Zalbag laughed, she moved in her bishop. "Aha!
Check."
"Wench," Zalbag said jokingly. He slid in his
remaining knight and took her bishop. "And once again, the military
triumphs over the clergy."
Alma rolled her eyes. "Oh, you'll
never let that go, will you?"
"Never, my fair lady." Her
older brother eased back in his seat, tugging his mantle a little
loose over the hinges of his suit (he seemed to wear his armor
everywhere, regardless of whether it was polished or not). "I still
think you'd have made a fine Magic Fencer, like
Dycedarg."
Not a name she wanted to hear, but Alma let it
slide. She tapped the head of her remaining bishop, deciding to save
it, and instead moved her queen forward. "Not with the way I am,"
she said, sighing. "My arms are too weak, even for a foil- and even
then, what am I, a duelist? Blood makes my eyes tear up. You know
that."
"Only because the most you've ever seen of it is from
a cat scratch." Zalbag moved his knight closer to the king. "Perhaps
you'd have been a little more interested in archery, then. Your
coordination is remarkable- that's what old Cid said of you, you
know- ho!" He suddenly grinned. "Perhaps he is your King, then? I
remember that crush you had on him when you were, what,
six?"
Alma failed to stifle another laugh. Old Cid- he was on
the other side now, fighting against Zalbag, and yet her brother
still talked fondly of him. Dycedarg certainly didn't, but Zalbag's
respect for the man wasn't even grudging. They'd all loved the man
who was called T.G. Cid fondly as children, as surely as Father had.
Zalbag had often looked up to Cid, and was determined to one day
match him in the arts of the sword. Alma agreed with the whispers in
the Imperial Capital, however- he already did. As much as he joked,
as much as he made her laugh, Zalbag was always ready. He was Arch
Knight for a reason.
It's so strange. My old Zal, a match
for Thunder God Cid...
She moved her queen again,
narrowing in on the king but just out of range of both knight and
pawn. "Nay, I think Cid fits more as a muscle-bound rook...whom the
queen has an affair with." Zalbag laughed heartily, obviously
pleased with her response. Alma gave him a teasing grin- those kinds
of jokes weren't her cup of tea, but with Zalbag it seemed to come
naturally. He was a bit of a corrupting influence- a Cleric
shouldn't be making such jests- how scandalous! "As for your other
comment, archery is a little too slow- stringing the bow, drawing
the arrow, aiming, firing...too worrisome. Crossbows are heavy and
cumbersome...mm, you know, I think it's the whole 'killing people'
thing that gets to me."
Zalbag nodded, exhaling through his
nose. "Yes, that's one aspect of Father you didn't inherit...perhaps
your mother passed that on. She was a peaceful woman."
Alma
nodded, a little pang going through her when he said 'your mother.'
It was well-known that she was a barely legitimate child, like
Ramza- only half a sister to Zalbag and Dycedarg. She idly scuffed a
dainty foot along the rug below them, wishing for the thousandth
time that she might have been born a man. Someone who wasn't the
illegitimate little girl, someone who was as good with handling
their emotions as the brothers and the father of the family. Someone
who wasn't a whelp, who could take up the sword and not cringe at
the weight of the lives held on it. Someone who could be
valued.
Someone like Ramza.
Zalbag seemed to catch the
sudden pain he had prompted in her. He pursed his lips, and Alma
frowned. He looked like he was thinking about something beyond her,
which she detested above anything else. If he'd only open up to her
more often- she'd stayed here at Lesalia for two months now, since
leaving the convent at Orbonne, where she'd been for, what, a year
and a half or two years, and since then, Zalbag had been so
amicable, so...well, brotherly. Yet he kept to himself most of the
time, reading his books or polishing his swordwork in the huge
wooden-floored training room just a door over from this little guest
room. Not to mention, of course, that he was Hokuten commander for
this newborn war- this 'Lion War.' The action had been quiet for
some time, but he would be summoned off soon, no doubt. And then
Zalbag Beoulve, the Destroyer, would fight again.
So Alma was
very alone in the huge Lesalia Castle. So alone that her thoughts
turned to Ramza, and Ovelia, and Delita...and Teta. She had touched
the gleipnir strand so many times now, touched the Barette
that felt like Teta's own skin...
Zalbag coughed, bringing
her out of her trance. "Ah, your move, Alma."
She glanced
down, and saw that he'd moved his pawn forward a space. Dispelling
her thoughts with a shift in her chair, Alma moved her queen
forward, a space shy of his pawn's range of fire. "So...what kind of
man has a chess table in a room full of fencing foils, mm?" she
asked, looking at him with a reassuring smile.
"Chess is a
gentleman's game- a lady's, in your case, of course," Zalbag said,
grinning toothily. "Have to be politically correct. Ah..." He moved
his king over behind his knight. "And on that note, if you're that
perturbed by the act of killing, perhaps you could choose a
profession that fights without taking life, eh?"
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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"A
Cleric does so, but go on." Alma tilted her head curiously. "What
else but a mage could I be?"
Zalbag winked. "A
dancer."
She took her queen, raised it, and
emphatically struck his pawn down. "Ahaha. No."
Zalbag
bit his finger to hold back another laugh. "All right, I concede
defeat. You are a fine mage, Alma. A healer is most valued in this
world- I would rather have you behind me than a whole legion of
Knights. If the power to heal is what you desire to give yourself,
then by all means, do it. You will bring great pride to the name of
Beoulve." He smiled, and suddenly moved his rook forward.
"Checkmate."
Alma looked down, gaping at her side of the
chess board. Her king was dead in front of the rook and had nowhere
to go. She groaned, and began putting the pieces back in their
places. "Oh, I thought you said I was getting better at
this..."
"Oh, you are! Just not enough to match a handsome
Arch Knight yet." Zalbag winked, then took her hand and kissed the
back of her palm. "Mwa. Good game, sister."
She patted his
armor-plated shoulder with a smaller grin. "Good game, brother.
Maybe next time."
"Indeed." Zalbag rose from the table and
pushed in his chair, glancing at the large grandfather clock by the
door. He bit his lower lip in thought, tapping the rim of his chair.
"Huh...I wonder if I can get in a good hour of training or so before
I go over the reports. I think I'll try." He reached down under the
chess table, and grabbed something- the sword, which had been there
all the time.
The thief had me by the arm, he was
wrenching on it- I felt it sprain, felt the bone jostle as it
twisted. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't lift a finger to save
Teta. All I could do was call for someone who could...I called for
him, for Zalbag. The thief looked at me as though he were going to
strike me down, and for that instant, I saw his face. I remember it
to this day. He was in his thirties, must have been a veteran of the
50 Years' War. He had grizzle, and a scar under his nose, and dark
eyes.
Then Zal was there, and he shoved me aside- so strong-
and I fell to the floor. The thief was moving, but he had only a
second. Everything was so fast...Zal was so fast. He brought down
that same sword, already unsheathed, and the shock on the thief's
face...the crushing weight of the sword as it cleaved his body in
two. His skull cracked from the force and everything inside of him
was just ripped apart by the sword...and then Zalbag's
face...
He slid the impressive Defender sword over his
back, his handsome features beaming at her. "I'll see you at dinner,
all right? Godwilling, we'll go for a ride, maybe see the
town."
"Yes, that's okay..." Alma smiled, her face paling.
"See you then."
Zalbag winked at her, then turned and walked
for the door. He turned the knob and was gone, leaving her alone in
the little storage room with the chess table. Alma looked down at
the table, running her finger idly down the center of a knight. Her
red shoes brushed over the floor as she swayed her legs,
thoughtfully circling the knight's polished wooden helm.
"Ramza..." she whispered, an old pain rising in her throat.
"Ramza...Teta, Delita...where did you go? Where did you
go...?"
Alma slumped forward, her face falling into
her hands. Her elbows knocked the chess pieces over and sent them
clattering to the ground. A king's crown dug into the flesh of her
elbow. She didn't care. She wrenched her face and would have beaten
her breast if she weren't trying so hard to hold back the tears. She
bit her lip and felt the quiet beat down on her, felt the awful
silence of two months crush her like a paperweight.
It is
March 1- almost two years to the anniversary of when they left me.
That it was the monastery again...that it was our home again...that
it was Igros in that dead, cold alley once more...ah, I still
remember that thief's face before he died- the horror, the
shock...
God...could that have happened
to-
"No..." Alma rasped, "no...not Ramza. Not brother.
He's too strong...unbeatable. Always unbeatable. Always, always,
always." She repeated it over and over, grabbing her left sleeve and
tugging it up and down over her small arm. Ramza...she hadn't seen
him in so long, and sometimes she feared the worst. She feared it of
Teta, of Delita, of Ovelia- of all her dearest friends. The reports
from Fort Zeakden over a year and a half ago had been bleak, and in
a world at war, nothing was sacred- nothing was
safe.
But...but Ramza is strong. Strong enough. He will be
safe... She forced a smile. He's like Father. Strong, and
just...and brave. And Teta is a fighter- I bet he rescued her, along
with Delita. Hah, when I see them again, they'll keep me up all
night telling me about the adventures they've had,
surely...
"Please, God?" Alma whispered, staring at the
ceiling above. "Please bring them back to me...? Please, do this for
me? Let them be safe..."
The quiet allowed only the sound of
a bishop clinking next to a knight to answer her. Then it was quiet
again, her own sniffling not enough to stop
it.
---
Perhaps not a second had passed, in
remembering that. Alma wiped moisture from her eyes as she stumbled
along through the cracked ground. "Zal..." She sighed, another blast
in the distance only adding to the weight on her shoulders. "I miss
you, brother..."
"Hrraaah!"
Alma perked up, again, as
the sound of something heavy and dull smashing into pavement lit up
the square. Shaking off her vagrant thoughts, she rushed through the
plaza and into one of the many alleys of the magnificent city. Alma
reached another plaza, and found it lit up with
action-
-namely, action that stemmed from Dorrin's mace
flattening a Naclos soldier.
Alma's hand flew to her
mouth at the sight, and she turned away from the giant man who in
one blow destroyed some hapless enemy. She clutched her stomach as
an awful cold ran through it again, the cold that only came from
seeing another human being slaughtered. Yet she still forced herself
to look again, and survey the surroundings. Ash, smoke, and blood
was everywhere. Dorrin was there, along with many other An'ven
forces (she could tell by their uniform), and some others she knew,
driving back Naclos soldiers. They were in a sort of encampment,
using the rubble of a collapsed building as a barrier against the
oncoming Naclos forces. An arrow whizzed by, and Alma crouched low,
reminded of the ongoing combat. The An'ven forces here were many,
though the Naclos clearly had more. She wondered why that
was-
-and it came to her as she looked behind the
battlements, to where dozens- or hundreds- of soldiers lay strewn
about in makeshift clinics.
Oh, no...
"Oraaa!"
Dorrin's huge mace came swiping in a horizontal blow, cracking the
ribs of a Naclos swordsman that came bounding over the rubble. The
huge Lord took another step, and then suddenly there were three
swordsmen coming down. He grimaced, bellowing to the rest of the
An'ven, "haven't we got any damn archers around here!?" He lifted up
his mace again, readying a second strike for the oncoming
bladesmen.
"Deflagrate muri tempi et
intervallia!"
Alma's resounding voice rang out over the
sound of something like a clock slamming to a full stop. Dorrin
looked on, bemused, as the swordsmen suddenly froze in midair, their
blades upraised and their eyes fierce, but completely motionless. He
recognized it- a spell of Time Magic, meant to stop not only
movement but the walls of time and space around individual targets.
But to affect all three targets at once...
"Haha! So it's you
again, Cleric girl," he said, turning to Alma with a daring grin. "I
was wondering when you'd pop up to help."
"Any time," Alma
said, her staff still radiating with energy from the spell. She was
tempted to bend the knee, but she remembered hearing something about
how you shouldn't salute your superior on the battlefield. Instead
she simply nodded, discrete and secretive. "I shall see to the
wounded!"
Dorrin nodded, going back to the fight- with his
frozen enemies, anyway. Alma turned quickly, biting her lower lip;
her Stop spell would keep those men frozen for hours if it wasn't
interrupted, but if she'd doomed those poor men to die, she felt
she'd never know how long it would take her to forgive herself. All
the same, Alma had work to do. She rushed back and towards the prone
soldiers, and sucked in a deep breath. They had many medics going to
work on them, but the wounds...
Some of them fatal...Holy
Magic, don't fail me now.
"Oh, and girl!"
She
turned- and caught a bag that Dorrin had tossed to her. She looked
at it curiously, and gaped. "This is...a Chemist's
bag?"
"Figured you might need it," Dorrin said, winking- and
Alma saw he'd simply knocked out the men she'd frozen. The older
Lord flashed her one final thumbs-up, and then returned to his
duty.
Alma was only too glad to strap the bag around her
waist, positioning it over her belly. She felt vials of potions,
remedies, and all manner of healing tonics jumble inside it, and
felt like grinning. A pained moan from the fallen dispelled that,
however. She clutched both staff and gear, as though imbuing her own
trust into them.
"No more Tetas..." she whispered. "No more
Ramzas, no more Ovelias...you've fought well. You're all going
home."
Alma wished she could guarantee that for everyone
there, and unzipping the bag, she went over to the wounded soldiers
and went to work.
---
Ability of the Round -
Item! The Chemist's skill, this uses knowledge of the human
anatomy as well as minor surgery and potions to heal wounds and cure
ailments on the battlefield. Alma knows how to prepare many of these
tonics, particularly X-Potions, Phoenix Downs, Antidotes, Holy
Water, and Remedies. She has also learned how to Throw Items across
the battlefield, so as to toss medicine at a wounded fighter and
still be able to heal them. It's a crude ability, but Alma's made
surprising good use of it.
And yes, Alma will now be with
Yuffie around her. ^^
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Still nothing here to see
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No
problem. A little cut and paste, then deleting my earlier post
should do the trick. 
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The air is alive with sounds
of seagulls chirping through the air and the crashing of the waves
on the shore. Yuffie is laying on her back, eyes close and a content
smile on her face.
"Aaaah! Now this is relaxing." sighs
Yuffie. The pain and fatigue fades from her body as she lay on the
beach. The sun is high in the sky, it's rays shining down on her,
warming her. She breaths in deep as the wind breezes over her and
brings the wonderful scent of
smoke.
Smoke?
Yuffie's eyes pops open and she sits
upright. Instead of laying on the beach she imagined, she's actually
on a street. Looking around she sees that she is in a city. A
burning city.
What the hell!?
She springs to
her feet. Hearing a yell from behind, she whirls around and reacts
just in time to duck under a blade that's swinging towards her head.
She comes back up with a punch that staggers the attacker. Then, she
leaps towards him and swinging her leg around to kick him on the
side of the head, she sends him sprawling on the ground. She follows
it up by stomping down with both feet. Yuffie jumps back and stood
ready.
When the attacker didn't move, she collapses in
relief. "That was close! I could have lost my head!"
"Are you
all right?" Yuffie turns to see a young woman with a staff and a
medic bag, looking at her with concern. Yuffie jumps back to her
feet.
"Yeah! Of course! I AM the great ninja Yuffie, after
all!" she brags.
"Oh...of course." Alma look uncertain.
"Well, uh, Yuffie isn't it? If you don't need any help, I'll be
going now." She turns and start walking away.
"Wait!" Alma
stops and sees Yuffie running after her.
"What's going on?"
Yuffie asks her.
"What do you mean? Aren't you a civilian
here?" Alma looks at her questioningly.
"No." Yuffie admits.
"Actually, I don't even where here is."
Alma looks at Yuffie
more closely, who's wearing a sleeveless green turtleneck,
unbuttoned shorts, and strange armor and shield. Her outfit is
definitely not like those of the civilians that are fleeing, or of
any of the people in the cities that Alma has been in. "Oh, you must
be one of the people brought here. This is Soulis'en, and it's under
attack from the invading Naclos. Didn't you hear what Daisetsu
said?"
"Who's Daisetsu?"
Alma is taken aback. "Don't
you remember? Daisetsu is one of the people who brought us here, so
we could aid in the fighting against Naclos." Yuffie gives her a
blank look. Alma sighs and says, "I guess I'm mistaken. You're
apparently not one of the people who were chosen."
Alma looks
at Yuffie. "I'll explain as we go. But for now, we have to help in
defending against the invaders." Alma turns and heads towards those
injured in the fighting. Seeing no reason to disagree, Yuffie starts
after her.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 02:12
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Aha,
thanks! XD My own fault for working on such monstrously big
posts!
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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The Night Beckons...
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Dry, of course, wins the prize. Which
means that everyone I've promised R-votes to is going to go Fallen
this round. That's just my luck.
In this
entry....
-Better than Energizer... better than
Duracell... it's... S O U L S ! Mal'Ganis
uses Preserved spirits to push his psychic powers, but the
strain is starting to catch up with him.... -He's distracted by
fighting nearby, especially when said fighting involves someone
calling down lightning. And since the demons owe Setsuna from
earlier anyway....
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Lightning crackled in the sky
high above the city, an odd phenomona; since as yet there was no
rain. Mal'Ganis was still searching as distantly as he could, but
even from his vantage point and relative ability to concentrate he
couldn't find Kalten.
He paused and sat down; slowly
massaging the sides of his head. He had manifested more psychic
power in the last hour than he had in many years; and most of it had
been psychokinetic, an art he was hardly accustomed
to.
Ragged breaths escaped, and Mal'Ganis shook his head.
Almost trembling now he converted the pair of souls he had
taken earlier, consuming them; focusing their spirit energy into his
mind. Almost at once his feeble telepathic scan spread, psychic
ripples coursing for kilometers around.
Much... much
better... ah, and there he is....
Kalten was actually
beyond the edges of the city, striking, fading; picking off soldier
after soldier from the Naclos reinforcements line. He was agitated;
Mal'Ganis could easily sense that much. Something-- or someone-- was
occupying his thoughts, and apprehension was nearly as thick as rage
in the vestiges of his ego.
The Dreadlord attempted to focus
even more... 'zooming in,' as it were, on the fearsome archer, but
whether it was simple distance or the natural psychic resistance
adrenaline brought out; he couldn't seem to ensure the accuracy of
his mindlink.
No matter... I have a general idea as to
where he is, and once I get closer I'll be able to reach him. Jun...
I certainly hope she appreciates this.
Mal'Ganis saw a
stroke of lightning called down from above; and it struck only a few
blocks distant. He smiled darkly and leapt from the roof of the
tower he had been standing on, gliding toward it. Very few Nathrezim
could fly, and none with merely their wings; but they were large,
and extremely resilient; and could catch even a small amount of
wind. He landed near the top of another tower, and glanced
down.
His eyes were instantly drawn to a tall, dark
swordsman, his longsword still crackling with just
recently-discharged electricity. Mal'Ganis recognized him at
once.... Setsuna. Mahannarin fought him, but we left Kaintor'en
before the engagement could really get underway... I should step in.
And besides, I sense quite a few souls from him....
The
demon narrowed his eyes, gaze boring into the swordsman. Blood...
blood and death. The carnage you seek will not be found merely
staying in Daisetsu's shadow.
Mal'Ganis could sense
Setsuna pause, glancing around warily. To his credit his senses were
greater than most; and slowly his cold stare made its way to the
giant buildings above him.
You are sustained by evil,
aren't you? You live so that others may die? Yet here you are...
working together with these other mortals. Which is it,
boy?
He smirked as he saw Setsuna grip his blade even
tighter, then start to walk off on his own, toward the tower
Mal'Ganis was waiting upon.
This city is full of life,
both Naclos and An'ven... but to you, aren't they merely mortal
constructs of flesh, waiting for their merciful demise? He broke
the link with Setsuna. ...that is far enough. And now,
swordsman... you are mine.
Just as the evil-tainted
fencer crossed into the shadow of the usually-giant housing complex
he stood on, he jumped straight down, landing without injury on his
hooves nine stories below; having magically cushioned his
fall.
Setsuna whirled around, curved sword flashing. "So it
was you?" his voice betrayed no emotion.
Mal'Ganis smirked.
"Yes... yes, it was I. You are sustained by souls, aren't you? They
call out to me as a beacon... and you made yourself a target by your
actions in Kaintor'en."
The swordsman smirked. "Is that so?
Demons didn't strike me as the type to watch out for their own." He
held his blade ready, eyes focusing on Mal'Ganis, who stayed in a
relaxed, confident stance.
"We are usually not, true," he
explained, but added, "...although that changes when our common
enemy is a mortal. Especially a dangerous one."
Setsuna's lip
twitched in another half-grin. "Dangerous... you don't know the half
of it."
Mal'Ganis chuckled. "Oh... I believe I do." He
extended both his hands, and a red flare appeared between them,
slowly cooling and expanding, revealing itself to be the Pitlord's
twinblade.
The weapon was over six feet long; with a grip of
about fourteen inches positioned between two curved blades, both
thirty inches in length themselves. The Dreadlord twirled it once,
then shifted into the offensive-based stance of a Nathrezim
Destroyer, one hoof forward, blade held flat, but diagonal in his
hands; the right hand about just below the shoulder, and the left
further down.
Setsuna nodded in reply and struck first,
slashing sideways with his famed 'Sword of Eighty Days,' and
Mal'Ganis, nearly underestimating his enemy, barely parried it with
the top blade. He spun it around, forcing Setsuna's arm down; but
the swordsman saw an opening in Mal'Ganis's stance and thrust
forward, missing the demon's side by a fraction of an inch.
Mal'Ganis snarled and kicked at Setsuna while his sword was locked
by the twinblade; and struck his gut, knocking him back.
The
human sneered and lunged again, this time twisting away to evade a
long, risky sweeping slash by Mal'Ganis. Setsuna swiped at
Mal'Ganis's leg, now vulnerable, but only scored a light gash as the
demon twisted aside.
"First blood," the human announced
coldly, and Mal'Ganis nodded.
"It is all the blood of mine
you will shed."
Setsuna again took the offensive, rather than
bother replying; but this time Mal'Ganis, using his superior
agility, jumped cleanly over his enemy's attack. He landed barely
behind Setsuna, jabbing him in the back with an elbow while the
swordsman wrenched his body around to turn. He staggered forward,
then finished his turn; and leapt at Mal'Ganis, who had also jumped
backward to dodge. The Dreadlord suddenly focused both eyes on
Setsuna's right leg, and as the swordsman flew Mal'Ganis
telekinetically pulled on his ankle, flinging him to the
ground.
The human cursed as he rose, wiping away a trickle of
blood on his lip from where his face struck the cobblestone road.
"Good trick."
Mal'Ganis narrowed his eyes. "You've seen
nothing." It wasn't entirely true; but then, boasts between warriors
rarely were.
Setsuna, more wary this time, slowly circled
around Mal'Ganis, who mirrored his motion. After a few seconds the
swordsman shot forward, darting aside to dodge another preemptive
strike from the Dreadlord. He spun around toward the Dreadlord's
back, then with a cry charged his blade with another powerful bolt
of lightning. He dashed toward Mal'Ganis, sword
sparking--
And stopped. The Dreadlord, nearly shaking with
concentration, was holding his twinblade with his right hand,
clenching his left seemingly in the air. At first Setsuna felt
nothing beside a weakness in his body... then at once fell to the
ground in wracking pain, dropping his sword.
"What... what
have you done to me?"
Mal'Ganis, so intense was his focus;
could barely reply. "...your existence was brought about by
malevolent spirits. 'Evil souls,' so to say. ...they are currently
fighting against my will. I have summoned your entire spiritual
energy force into my hand, and although you will resist it in
the end, you will suffer much, and I will grow
stronger."
Setsuna, hissing now; finding breathing much
harder; grabbed his blade again and stood.
The Dreadlord
nodded. "You will still be able to fight me. But--" he warned, voice
lowering, as his eyes opened, "...you will not defeat me now. Call
out to your allies if you must, or drive me back... but the longer
you take the more souls I will draw into myself."
He
tightened both hands on his twinblade again, fighting defensively
now; waiting for the Soul Preservation to run its
course.
---
A-vote to Setsuna. A-vote to
Ky.
Since Setsuna survived when evil souls merged with
him, and Mal'Ganis has the power to drain souls for use later... he
has a pretty decisive advantage. Of course, he's fighting alone; and
while Mal'Ganis is just about fearless, he's not going to risk a
fight he believes he might lose. Take that as you
wish.
"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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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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I
can't believe I didn't mention this, but ah well.
FOCUS is
not allowed. I'm sure you know why.
If I see someone FOCUSing
in a post, I will just disregard it, so there's no need to
edit.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 03:48
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Rock You
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Writing something now...
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 04:07
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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This
happens before K''s post obviously, though like Yuffie to Alma, he's
welcome company:
King Chapter 4: Death's
Eterne Patience Section 1
City Limits of Soulis'en, Fallen Capital of
Wind
The scene, full of smoke, blood, screams,
and fury, horrified King. She immediately wondered why she had not
rested yesterday, instead venturing off with Amethyst, and
slaughtering all those horrific, fairy tale creatures. It's not that
she didn't enjoy yesterday, no, she did. The fighting finally
released her from her fury and she, though she didn't want to admit,
was starting to develop a bit of a crush on Amethyst, especially
since he was kind enough to teach her some new fighting techniques.
But something from yesterday still bugged her, and it wasn't only
what she had seen, or rather not seen in that "trench" at the
end of Rhea Munde. It was all the memories she had been suppressing
ever seen she had warped to this bizarre and frantic place, and the
teleporting only added to the stress. The memories of Ryo, Jan,
Yuri, Thailand, Southtown, and even Rydia came flooding back to her.
Especially Jan, how could she have forgotten about him, there was no
true excuse as she saw it except her own weakness.
I'll
pay you back, little brother.
And with her mind set on
penance, she leapt into the fray.
****
Within Soulis'en, Fallen Capital of
Wind
King soared through the air, her Tornado
Kick's initial attack disarming a rugged man in red armor, the long
sword flying from his hand. The follow-up attack easily knocked him
into the wall of a small concrete building, probably a residence,
that part of the structure effortlessly cracking from the sudden
force. And a solitary Venom Strike flung him the rest of the way
through the wall before the whole top of the new man-sized hole also
collapsed on his prone body. She turned to the defenseless child he
was about the murder, a lanky, young male teenager, that she
reminded her too much of Jan. Not that she would not have stopped -
she would have abhorred herself even more if did not - if it was
someone of another gender or age or even an An'ven soldier.
"Are you okay?" She asked him, slightly tearful.
"I..
I'm... I'm alright," "Jan" stammered back in reply.
She
helped him up, his thin body covered with many scratches, of all
them seemingly superficial at a glance. She spoke again, gently
patting him on the shoulder as she did so.
"Good. That's
great. But you shouldn't be staying here," her voice gripped by a
motherly sense of caring. "Go and hide somewhere safe." His eyes
widened.
"B.. bu... behin--" King didn't wait for him to
finished as she pushed him back, gently but with enough force to
actually move him. Then she too ducked away from the
nigh-decapitating blow that would have struck her. She fiercely
kicked her foot backwards, knocking back whoever was behind her
before turning around to stand up and assess the threat. She found
another soldier in red.
"Run!" She shouted to the boy without
turning around to look him, the motherly tone still in her
voice.
"Bu--" he began.
"RUN!" This time she turned
around, seeing the pleading in his eyes eclipsed by the rage in
hers. This time, there was no motherly tone. "RUN! NOW!" She doesn't
turn back around see if he does, all she could do now was focus on
the armored solider in front of her. Focus on the way he gets up.
Focus on the way he charges her.
Fool. And with that
thought, her mind floated back to yesterday.
***
Yesterday, Darrke'an, Nation of Ease, Rhea
Munde
"The Fool."
"What?" She
inquired, mystified by his reply.
"You asked, albeit
sardonically, do I have anything that isn't useful. And I replied,
'The Fool', which is indeed my most useless attack spell." Amethyst
replied once more, his voice in that unusual but alluring
monotone.
"So," she began sheepishly, "what exactly does 'The
Fool' do?"
"It makes me disco dance to lull my enemies into a
false sense of security." Amethyst absurd statement had nearly
caused King to facevault, especially since he had said it so
matter-of-factly.
"I see... I think," she stammered,
slightly bemused about why he would ever learn such a useless attack
if he could just vaporize his enemies.
"So... what was the
attack that use back there to knock out the werewolf?" Her question
rang out, alluding to the event just moments before while steering
away from the extremely odd conversation just prior.
"You
mean the Triangle Kick?" Amethyst stopped, this time asking the
questions. "Why?"
"It was quite powerful," she said as she
too stopped. She suddenly became as shy as a schoolgirl for some
reason. His hair looked beautiful... King started to blush at the
realization, but she turned away, remembering that after all he
didn't know she was a woman and that might put him
off.
"such a stupid woman," she muttered
to herself before continuing. "And um... I was just wondering, since
you aren't a fighter, and yet you know that type of fighting move...
Could you perhaps teach me?"
"I see," Amethyst said, acting
as if it were an extremely unusual request, and perhaps it was,
coming from a professional fighter to a mage, one who usually does
not dabble in the physical arts. He took a deep breath before
replying.
"Very well," his voice lit up a bit, a subtle
prelude to his next lighthearted statement. "Just as long as why
don't get nearly mauled again. But I don't think the back of head
has eyes.
She blushed even more before laughing - a manly
laugh - and then turned around to face him, just in time to see him
walk over a tree in the clearing.
"Okay, watch me," he said
as he jumped.
***
The
Present
The recent memory flashed across
King's mind and she leaped back as soldier's sword once again nearly
hit her.
No time for daydreaming! Her mind screamed.
However beautiful.
She inwardly sighed as leap out of
the way of yet another accursed slash. As she dodged out of the path
of the soldier's intended overhead strike, his sword getting stuck
in the ground, she decided to put what she had learned yesterday to
good use. Spotting a tall building close to her and behind the
soldier, she bounded up to the side of the third floor. As soon as
she met the side, she instantaneously bounced off at a different
angle, right leg outstretched, with the preoccupied soldier's head
as her target. Just as he gotten his sword out of the ground, her
foot smashed in the back of his skull, cracking it. His limp body
flew through the air before hit the ground ten yards away from his
previous position.
Hitting the ground, King quickly turned,
and once again ran into the fray to help others, paying no heed to
the monster she has slaughtered.
---
New move
revealed!... sorta: Triangle Kick. The exact same attack from
SaGa Frontier, Amethyst taught it to her yesterday. For those of you
who have not played SaGa Frontier, the attack is as its
self-explanatory name implies, the attacker jumps, bounding to a
vertical surface ("wall"), before bounding off that vertical surface
towards the enemy.
A-Vote to Daisetsu. A-Vote to
Kalten. A-Vote to Dorrin.
EDIT: What?! No FOCUS! Oh well...
Mode ON!
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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"So
where were you last round?" Vader asked, his form that of a montrous
bulldog with grey skin. It looked akin to a monster Jason remembered
from an old FF game. "Judging by that blood on your nose, I'd have
to say..... spying topless sunbathers?"
"Aw, shuddup!" Jason
grumbled. He had spent the last hour or so venting his anger out in
the form of his bazooka, which he had used quite freely on the
Naclos soldiers. "I'm having a bad day, alright?! Let's just focus
on-SHIT!" His cursing stemmed from the volley of arrows shot at him
from a Naclos archery squad. Jason ducked down as fast as he could,
but felt one arrow strike his neck, dispelling on impact the Force
Field spell that had just saved his life. The alchemist quickly
scrambled for cover around a building corner Vader following
shortly.
"Wanna play games? Fine!See what happen's when
you mess with a hormonally scorned teenager!" Reaching into his
bag, he focused his attack formula in an area where he sensed the
most soldiers were clustered together. Professor Ruffleberg had
taught him this Alchemy forula, and the limited blast range it
covered. "Nuke Zone!"
A small circle of light appeared at the
advancing soldiers feet, swelling and pulsing as it grew unstable.
Before the troops could figure out what it was, it burst, sending a
wave of horrible silvery light skyward like a pillar, followed by
black smoke, and flying human ash. Chancing a look, Jason peeked
around the corner to see more than half of the original twelve
archers still alive, shocked at the blasted that had just taken four
of them. One of them spotted Jason, and the remaining squad darted
toward his location, arrows already set to be pulled back and
released onto the hapless fanboy.
"Crap! First I get my
ass dropped by that ninja in one hit, then I lose my best chance yet
of getting laid, only to enter a raging battlefield. And now THIS!
How can this get any wor- Wait. That sound... is that..." A
quartet of explosions delayed the rest of his question. Looking
around the corner, he saw that the Naclos soldiers were quite dead,
blown to pieces by the surprise attack. "...Sleigh
bells?!"
"Ho ho hooooooooo!" A jolly voice bellowed.
Looking up, Jason saw a bright red sleigh soaring through the air,
eight reindeer dragging it through the air with a huge bag in the
far back. On the bottom of the sleigh, a small hatched opened,
revealing four black orbs he could only guess were bombs. Riding
atop the sleigh were a slew of elves armed with AK-47 machine guns.
And at the helm clad in red.... "Now your all mine,
Jason!"
...Was Santa Claus.
With a push of a button,
the bombs were released. Jason and Vader ran as fast as they could
to the side to avoid the blast. Escaping the attack by mere inches,
Jason shouted toward the tubby madman. "How did you find me,
Kringle?! Didn't I defeat you on Expel?!"
"I'm Santa Claus
you idiot! If I can travel the entire world in one night, I can sure
as hell cross into other worlds!" Santa explained. As he spoke, His
troopers jumped out of his sleigh, descending to the ground by
parachute. There mission was to guard the perimeter, and deal with
any possible witnesses that came too close to the battle. The last
thing Santa wanted was his image as a friendly, jolly gift-giver
ruined. "I'm here for my shoes, and your BLOOD!"
"You just
try it, you wrinkly old cookie fiend!" Jason shot back, taking aim
with his Bazooka. He fired a Cryo-shell directly at Santa's sleigh,
but a strange energy shield nullified the blast.
"I came
prepared for you, Jason! There's nothing in your arsenal that take
out my sleigh's barrier!" The fat man taunted. Coming around for
another pass, he pressed a button on his console, readying four more
bombs to drop on the hapless fanboy. "I'm back you naughty little
bastard, and this time it's personal! Now
die! ______________________________________________
That's
right folks, Santa Claus has arrived on the battlefield to have his
revenge! He's dropping bombs from his sleigh on Jason, while his
elven militia, armed with AK-47s, kill anyone on sight in order to
keep the fat man's dirty little secrets secret.
Feel free to
waste as many elves as you like, but you're not allowed to take out
Santa Claus unless you can make a truly hilarious death scene for
him. The sole reason I brought him here was for comedy's sake. His
sleigh is sheilded, but that doesn't mean his reindeer are. Plus,
those who can get close enough can pss through the shield
themselves, and take Santa on personally.
But what does Santa
have against Jason, you ask? Click here to read the whole story. and before you ask,
no, I'm not on crack. 
In other news, Vader's form for this round is this. Vader recall's this type of monster from a
large battle scene in FF6, and feel's it best suit's the warzone
around him.
Jason has revealed a new alchemy formula! Nuke
Zone! While this blast of energy is incredibly strong, it's slow
to activate, and has very little horizontal range. These limitations
make it very easy to dodge. Ingredients needed are one part bone,
and two parts brimstone.
.......What?
You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk
nyuk!
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“Yeah.
Right.”
Sho sighed as he answered Ryo’s doubtful claim by
raising his right hand, pointing his palm at the Kyokugen
fighter.
“Chaos Stream!!”
Instantly three dark,
monstrous streams of energy extended out of Sho’s palm and shot
towards Ryo with blinding speed. Ryo was fortunate enough to dodge
most of the blast, but one stream did make contact with his left
shoulder, causing it to turn blackish-blue from the negative energy.
Expecting the blast to dissipate into the wall, he was unprepared as
the streams turned from the wall and redirected themselves towards
their target, the heads of the energy taking the forms of snakes as
they anticipated the kill by licking their dark fangs with their
tongues. Suddenly the streams were stopped in mid-flight by Sho as
his hand clutched the tail ends of the energy, causing the streams
to head back into their master’s hand.
”Wha…what the hell
was that?! Even in that body he’s at least as powerful as Orochi
himself!” Ryo thought as he clutching his shoulder, grimacing
from the pain. ”I need a plan…
Ryo lost his prep time
as Sho once again let loose the three streams of energy against him.
This time, however, Ryo was ready for them as he slid underneath the
streams, and launched himself in the air as soon as he stood
up.
“Hien Shippu Kyaku!” He yelled as he used his ki to vault
his body towards Sho, legs ready to deal damage to the demon, who
was caught off guard by the attack. Ryo’s first kick to the face
landed flawlessly, but the second kick was caught by Sho’s left hand
as the streams disappeared into his
right.
“Humph.”
Fist met flesh as Sho’s right punch
dealt untold pain upon Ryo, causing the fighter’s body to soar in
the sky and crash into the back of the bar, destroying numerous
bottles of liquor and beer in the process, not to mention the entire
rack the held the bottles in the first place. Ryo’s slump body fell
behind the bar as it was covered with glass and
blood.
”Shit. If I don’t...die, King’s gonna kill
me...”
“Don’t tell me that’s all, Ryo. I had at least
thought you would make this enjoyable…but then again you’re just a
lowly human, after all.”
Ryo answered the challenge by
jumping over the bar and firing a Kouken in mid-air at the fiend,
who answered it by dashing through the ki blast. Sho had disappeared
by the time he landed, and Ryo instinctively executed a backfist
with his left hand. His guess was right as it was blocked by the
demon, and afterwards Ryo evaded Sho’s roundhouse kick by executing
a foot sweep with his right leg. The Kyokugen fighter then picked up
the demon and slammed him against the bar table, but Sho was quickly
able to roll to the right to avoid the fist that was meant for his
head, and instead it broke the table in half.
”Shit!”
Sho then proceeded to kick Ryo in the throat as he leaped to
the floor, and then hit him with several elbow strikes to increase
his advantage. The demon then jumped into the air and twisted his
body around to deliver a kick to the back of Ryo’s head, but the
fighter shook off the pain of Sho’s onslaught just in time to duck
the attack and counter with an body blow to the ribs, then summoned
a quick force of ki to pummel the demon.
“Zanretsuken!” He
screamed as forty light speed punches rained down on Sho’s chest,
causing him to scream out in pain from the furry. Ryo’s final
uppercut, however, was caught by Sho’s palm as he drove a knee into
Ryo’s stomach so hard that he started throwing up all over Sho’s
jeans. The demon took a second to mourn his stained wardrobe before
delivering a massive punch into Ryo’s cheek, then used his left arm
to unleash the demon streams to grab the body out of mid air and
slam it down to the ground with unnatural fury. (Think Vice’s Decide
Slayer attack). After the dust settled from the crevice that
resulted from the force of the attack, all that remained was Ryo’s
crumpled body lying on the floor.
“Like I said…” Sho began to
say as he picked up Ryo’s body by the head and held it over his
body, savoring the victory before ending his life.
“…Worthless.”
“Sis?”
Ryo was barely able to open his
eyes as Jan’s voice echoed around the ruined bar, but he did see the
look of horror on his face as Jan watched the demon attempt to crush
the skull of his sister’s friend.
”Oh…god
Jan…Run..”
“You monster!! Put Ryo down this instant! And
where in the hell is my sister??” Sho shrugged at the little
creature’s attempts at bravery as he threw Ryo across the room and
into several broken tables that littered the bar. He then smirked as
he approached Jan, imagining the shape that the child’s broken bones
will take after he finished with them.
“Dead, for all I know.
But don’t worry, you’ll be visiting her real soon…”
SRK Battle
Poll II:10th place - Edge SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place -
Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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Falcon
FOCUSES.
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quote:
Originally posted by Just Some Guy Falcon FOCUSES.
JSG, no FOCUSing this round. :P Don't worry,
Kyo said he would disregard all FOCUSes. Just a tip.
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...I'm
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quote:
Originally posted by Just Some Guy ...I'm screwed...
Ah.. I'm a Fallen.. Can I still technically die?
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Note:
This takes place immediately after Lantis's post, but starts before
Wayne's.
~Ogre Battle~
Sol Badguy--Album 4, Track
1
Normally, he fought better with music, but in situations
like these, the CD in his head was unreadable.
Back to back
with Setsuna, Sol watched the relections of the Naclos soldiers in
the cool, gleaming silver blade of the long sword he'd managed to
procure earlier in the day from one of many slain before Daisetsu's
group had even arrived; the corpse stripped and mutilated so not
even his own unit could have recognized him, and indeed, it was
impossible to tell on whose side he'd fought before his gruesome
demise.
Wait till just the right moment,
and...
"Now!"
Setsuna charged the soldier nearest
him, his battle cry all but inaudible over the screams of the dying
all around, and Sol did likewise, feinting a slash at a
spear-wielding man to his left as he dove into the crowd, flames
dancing between his fingertips.
A moment later, the unit of
soldiers was scattered.
But neither man allowed any to
escape.
Shattering a man's spine with a single kick, Sol
thought of the Holy War.
Back then, they'd been fighting
mindless puppets. Now, though...
Glancing down at the
crippled soldier at his feet, the bounty hunter grimaced. The man
lay in a pool of his own blood, screaming, his limbs thrashing
uncontrollably.
Sol buried his sword in the man's chest, and
the man fell silent at last.
For once in his life, the
dark-haired Gear felt sick.
Turning, Sol fixed his gaze on
Setsuna as the swordsman decapitated the last soldier of the
group.
"All of 'em?"
"It seems so," the white-haired
man replied, a touch too disappointedly for Sol's taste. "Not to
worry, though," he added, gesturing further down the street, "it
seems more are on their way."
And indeed they were. An even
larger fleet than before, complete with an archer
unit.
"Shit!"
Just ducking the stray arrow, Sol
stepped around the corner of the building, and Setsuna
followed.
"Don't tell me you're afraid, Sol?" he
sneered.
"I don't see you charging them down or anything,
kid."
"I told you, I am no child. Now, excuse me while I
circle around and reduce those archers to bloody
shreds."
Grunting as the swordsman ran around the corner, Sol
peered out into the street again.
The few remaining An'ven
soldiers were being decimated, and Daisetsu's group, though holding
their own, were quickly being surrounded by a seemingly endless
stream of Naclos troops.
We're never going to get around
to cut them off at this rate. Guess it's time to
go.
Trying to determine his options, the former knight
was completely off-guard by the axe-wielding Naclos soldier. The
blade tore painfully into his shoulder, cutting to the bone as it
slid free. The man's follow-up swipe, a powerful blow aimed at the
side of Sol's neck, was to be lethal; if it hit, it likely would be,
Gear or not.
Sol frowned.
A second later, the soldier
slammed into the side of the building across the street and crumpled
to the ground, his body charred and broken.
"Damn it!" Sol
muttered fiercely, the pain from his shoulder slowly
subsiding.
Good thing I didn't make a mistake like that
fighting Justice. Shit.
Sol didn't waste any more time
berating himself for his foolishness, however...
The corpse
jerked once, pulled by invisible strings from high above, then lay
still once more. A dull light appeared, then the glowing, ethereal
spirit of the deceased soldier floated lazily
toward--
That damn bearded Chinese dude.
Shang
Tsung grinned in satisfaction as he claimed the man's soul, then
turned to the bounty hunter.
"So, we meet again...your name
was...?"
"Sol Badguy...the last thing you'll ever
see."
"...Soul Badguy? Why, how deliciously appropriate. And
I suppose you'll be fighting to the death, then?"
His blade
bloodstained but still gleaming, Sol stepped toward the sorceror.
"You got it."
"Very well. I am Shang Tsung."
Silently,
Sol entered a battlestance, his sword held low and to the side, and
his weight evenly distrubuted.
Tsung laughed. "Ah, wonderful!
Though I do hope you're capable of more than your soul
indicated...after but a taste, I could tell you were of no greater
threat to me than...oh, the corpse over yonder."
Sol smirked.
"Prepare for a surprise, then."
The sorceror managed to get
off one fireball before Sol reached him.
Wincing from the
burn, the bounty hunter erupted in flame as his fist shot out,
cracking Tsung's jaw painfully.
His sword flashed, and came
to rest against the blade of the robed man's long sword.
Sol
pressed the advantage, his superior strength forcing the sorceror
back slowly, deliberately, until Tsung's back came to rest against
the wall.
"And last words?" Sol said through gritted
teeth.
"Yes...you fools are all the same."
A simple
sidestep, and the skeleton's blade was buried in the wall instead of
his back.
Least I don't make the same mistake
twice.
Tsung rushed at him, his blade spinning between
his hands as he advanced, while the skeleton of Li Mei retrieved her
own weapon and attempted to circle around behind him, but Sol would
have none of that.
You can keep my soul, sorceror, but I'm
going to take your head in return.
"Gun Flame!"
As
the blade Sol was now using was not the Fireseal, the attack was far
weaker than it would normally have been, but nonetheless devastating
to Tsung and his minion. The sorceror fell back, dropping his guard
as he attempted to extinguish the flames.
Sol leapt forward,
taking advantage of Tsung's defenselessness to deliver a well-placed
kick to the sternum, sending the man reeling. A second kick caught
the skeleton in the side of the head.
"Is that all you've
got?"
Cackling, Tsung regained his balance and sheathed his
sword once more, then shifted his stance.
"You look utterly
ridiculous, you know."
The sorceror managed to dodge the pair
of slashes gracefully, and countered with a series of punches too
fast for even Sol to keep track of.
Falling to one knee as
the man's attack relented, Sol muttered, "How many souls you got in
there, anyway?"
Still laughing, Tsung replied simply, "One
less than I'm about to have."
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quote:
Originally posted by Curley W That's right folks,
Santa Claus has arrived on the battlefield to have his rev! He's
dropping bombs from his sleigh on Jason, while his elven militia,
armed with AK-47s, kill anyone on sight in order to keep the fat
man's dirty little secrets secret.
Feel free to waste as
many elves as you like, but you're not allowed to take out Santa
Claus unless you can make a truly hilarious death scene for him.
The sole reason I brought him here was for comedy's sake. His
sleigh is sheilded, but that doesn't mean his reindeer are. Plus,
those who can get close enough can pss through the shield
themselves, and take Santa on personally.
But what does
Santa have against Jason, you ask? Click here to read the whole story. and before you
ask, no, I'm not on crack.
Since quotes seem to be rampant around here,
I'll use the two that seem the most appriorate.
"I
want to be surprised by that, but I can't be." - Thief,
8-bit Theatre
"Bender, wouldn't you join my
slaying?" - (Robotic) Santa Claus, Futurama
And
while killing Santa Claus in an extremely horrific way sounds
utterly tempting, I'll have to think about it. I'll have to read the
other part though. Otherwise, glad you're still in the
running.
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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