Slipstream
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Maester of Monsters
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
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Yuri Hyuga II
- Are You Not Entertained?
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bite snap rend take him down slice -
The dragon's soul
echoed through Yuri's mind as he attacked, sharing every experience
that the Russian did, always kept in check and waiting for the
chance to take control. It didn't communicate as much as in words as
ideas, a undercurrent of feeling and emotion that coloured Yuri's
thoughts whenever he fused and stretched his sanity to breaking
point. He didn't just take on the powers of the dragon; for the
moment, he was the dragon he'd defeated months ago and fused
with its soul.
And the dragon wanted his body
back.
Yuri snarled as he shot forward after healing himself,
darting across the stone with the lightning movements of
cold-blooded reptiles. Dodging a fast bolt from the knight's sword,
he kicked his legs down hard and leapt into the air for an overhead
attack.
The Thunderseal met him coming; they hit the ground
together, Yuri's claws lashing across the knight's chest as the
electric sword tore across his legs. Digging claws into the ground,
Yuri suddenly span, knocking the sword from Ky's grip with his
tail.
Ky responded with a series of punches, knocking the
dragon's limbs away as long claws rent his armour, then leapt into
the air to get away from the Harmonixer. Concentrating briefly, Ky
called on his wind magic, hurling himself backwards with an Air Dash
to the edge of the arena.
As the knight hit the floor,
grabbing at the hilt of the Thunderseal, Yuri blasted another bolt
of water - not at Ky, but the ground beneath him. The holy knight
bit back a curse and a cry of pain as the water hit the blade,
sending a shockwave up his left arm, then the pain receeded as the
blade's point left the ground and the puddle of water it had been
in.
- teeth pain rage why won't you let me grind lash
-
This time Ky made the attack; rushing forwards, Yuri
blasted another jet of water at the moving figure, which shot
harmlessly overhead as the knight dropped into a sliding attack. His
momentum carried him across the arena floor, screeching to a halt
and using the excess motion to slash at Yuri's legs.
The
horizontal attack took Yuri's legs out from under him; crashing to
the ground in a tangle of limbs, he lashed out again with his tail
but this time it cannoned into Ky's crouching form. The knight
clutched at his chest as the blow rattled his ribcage, but regained
his footing, slashing at Yuri again as the dragonian
recovered.
The attack missed; seizing the opening in Ky's
defense, Yuri pressed in and leapt upwards in a backwards somersault
that seemed to mock Ky's style. First the hand-claws raked along
Ky's arms, then the foot-claws dragged bloody trails up the knight's
chest as he rose, finishing by smashing the heavy tail into his
face.
- cry mind why my mind hate come for me death tears
HATE -
Ky flew backwards, blood streaming from his nose
as Yuri landed on all fours, then dug his sword into the ground and
braced one foot against it. An instant later he leapt into the air,
propelling himself off the blade's hilt and catching in it his hand
as he rose upwards.
Yuri grinned, waiting for the chance to
leap and catch Ky in midair, when he himself was blasted into the
air by electric force. The stabbing tongues of lightning, propelled
through the ground by Ky's sword, threw him upwards to meet Ky's
vertical slash in midair. Caught between blade and bolt, Yuri was
launched backwards and hammered into the ground a moment
later.
- kill eat kill why don't you hurt maim give up to
me return my soul my life -
"Grrrrrrrrrhhhhh..." Yuri
hissed as the electric field ran through his body and lit up the
pain in his wounds. He didn't have enough magic strength left to
heal himself - he'd have to keep pressing his attacks. A moment
later, he blasted another jet of water - not at Ky or his sword, but
directly at the ground. The pressurised water splattered over Yuri's
body, removing dirt and blood and sweat.
As Ky landed from
his dual-directional attack, heavily sweating himself, Yuri's right
fist clenched in front of his chest and his image blurred. Moments
later there were five dragons in the arena, each identical, each
truly identical as unlike before. Ky's heart sunk in his
chest as the five reptiles, snapping and moving in unison, bared a
toothy grin at him.
- eat him eat him protect our treasure
life blood take his strength come come come -
"No sweat
to give me away this time, pal! Here we come!" Yuri crowed as he
charged alongside his illusory images, five snapping dragonians in a
fluid stream of attacks. This time Ky contentrated, closed his eyes
and thrust - and the sword passed harmlessly through one of the
illusory images. Moments later the real Yuri leapt onto his
unprotected body, slashing and biting and snarling.
The
attacks tore into the holy knight's body, ripping it apart, his
sword uselessly trapped between Yuri's tail and lower body. The
Harmonixer could see the fear in Ky's eyes as he tried to deflect
blows with his remaining hand, trying to push the dragon's weight
away -
- attack attack mercy kill and scream and bleed
blood dark blood finish now take his soul -
Pain suddenly
hit him; both men screamed out as the Thunderseal jammed into the
ground and burst into electric life. It was bad enough for a human,
made of about seven tenths water; for a water elemental it was
unbearable. Yuri was hurled backwards by an ungodly force as the
electric blade lit up every pain centre in his body, the agony
indescribable.
- closer closer recover harm and
hurt/kill/maim you can take him i can take you take soon
-
Ky was crouching on one knee, leaning on his sword,
almost at the end of his strength. Yuri was little better off, lying
flat on his back several feet away. Slowly, hissing in pain and rage
and with eyes burning with hate, he rose again. He had no strength
left for healing or water or illusions, but he still had his claws
and tail.
- yes you can win fight to your end our end lose
your strength slash him strike strike strike -
The
dragon's mental voice was unstoppable now; unable to be blocked out
from running through Yuri's mind. His attack wavered; no longer in a
position to move, his mind froze up as the dragon attempted to
wrench control away from him.
- fight fight fight snap
taste blood slash soul grow die fail and fall and KILL and
KILLandDIEDIEDIE-
"No!" Yuri yelled, at the edges of his
sanity. "I'm not gonna let you take over me!"
As Ky watched,
the man-dragon clutched at his head, much the same way as Yuri had
done when taking on its form. The knight knew what was coming; this
time, he raised his arm to block the light that burst from the man's
body. Moments later the Russian had resumed his human form,
staggering as he lowered his hands from his temples. He'd managed to
pull back before the fusion had taken his sanity and control of his
body.
But the look in his eyes was still
wild.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh!" Yuri yelled as he charged again. He
couldn't attack at a distance as a human, and he couldn't defend
himself that well from ranged attacks. He could have waited for Ky
to attack him and countered, but that wouldn't work in this fight;
he was the aggressor, Ky the defender, and neither was likely to
take on the other's role.
Ky, however, had decided to end the
fight.
The air seemed to shimmer red as the holy knight drew
his blade in to his body, glowing with power, time frozen for the
briefest of instants as Yuri moved forwards. He could see Ky drawing
his blade back for a great thrust, balancing his body, driving the
Thunderseal forwards as the great blade burst once more into
electric death.
"SACRED EDGE!!!" Ky shouted, driving
all his strength behind the thrust, pushing all his will into the
attack.
The arrow of energy surrounding it was as great as a
man was tall. The blade seemed unstoppable; Yuri knew he didn't have
a chance in hell of blocking it if it hit him. The electric sword
would pierce his body, his organs, bring instant death as they
ruptured from the incredible heat of the lightning blade within his
body. He threw himself down, low as he could, and as he dove the
blade passed over his shoulders -
Yes! I avoided it
-
Yuri suddenly screamed, crashing to the dirt as the
second part of the attack went into effect. Even with the blade
having missed, the vast electric current charged the air; thousands
upon thousands of air particles suddenly glowed with energy. Lights
exploded behind his eyes and a roaring noise thundered through his
ears; his mind cried out in both physical and mental pain as the
current took his consciousness from him.
Then he crashed
backwards to the ground and knew no
more.
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(continued)
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 12:57
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Maester of Monsters
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
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The
crowd had gone estatic as Ky made the finishing strike, the arena
blazing with blue light, and Yuri had crashed to the ground to lay
motionless upon his back. The endless wall of round echoed endless
in his ears, still ringing from the Russian's constant blows to the
head, his body torn and burned and bleeding.
Slowly, rising
from the crouch that he'd slumped into, Ky began to crawl across the
ground to his downed opponent. Ignoring the cries of the
bloodthirsty spectators as they called for Yuri's death. His
once-white robes, greyed and bloodied from his battles, trailed the
ground as the holy knight moved forward one pace at a
time.
I... must save this man... it is not my place to
settle his fate... no matter who his soul belongs
to...
Removing a glove and pressing it to Yuri's neck,
wincing at the sight of the Russian's face and chest, Ky pressed two
fingers to his neck. For a prolongued, terrible moment, he thought
he had done the unthinkable - killed another man with his greatest
technique, only intended for use against the
Gears.
Please, Lord... let him live... I ask only for your
mercy...
Then, whether by luck or by prayer, Ky felt the
slow beat of his pulse beneath his fingers. He was still alive and
it looked like he would recover, given time and a chance to heal.
Turning his head, looking up to the booth that held the arena
master, his eyes held a silent appeal as Ky requested that he be
allowed to spare the man's life. His voice, dry and thick, called
across the arena in a plea of mercy.
The smile that lit the
man's face was unmistakable. Slowly, holding his hand outwards, he
unfolded it with the thumb facing downwards.
You... even
though this man could be saved, although he fought so
magnificently... you wish me to end his life?
The roar of
the crowd was even larger than before; the arena overflowed with the
yells of the bloodthirsty and the few opposing cries of those who
did not wish to see his death. A low thunder began to vibrate
through the floor as the clapping and stamping began, building to a
crescendo as almost everyone joined the beat.
You
bastards!
Ky screamed in rage as he suddenly stood,
channeling his fury into the Thunderseal, then swung the blade in an
arc directly at the grand box. The Heavy Stun Edge ripped through
the air, crackling with power, and screams of fear were heard from
the box.
It smashed into the box moments after it has been
vacated; the heat made those nearby burst into sweat as banners lit
up in flame and wood smouldered from the lighting strike. The wooden
columns supporting the canvas roof charred, then split, then
collapsed as the roof of the master's box fell in on the room. The
air charge inside the small room crackled with sound in the
aftermath of the strike.
"IS NOT THE FIGHT ENOUGH?!?" Ky
shouted at the crowd, angry beyond belief at the lowness of
humanity. "WHAT MORE SATISFACTION CAN HIS DEATH BRING
YOU?!?"
His eyes blazed; several members of the crowd were
already trying to leave in case the manic knight chose to attack
them next with his bolts of power. Already he could see the arena
tenders trying to approach, to take Yuri's prone body, but another
wave of the Thunderseal made them jump in fear and stop dead in
their tracks.
I must tend to him. Although I cannot stay
with him - I have to find those responsible for bringing us here - I
can take him to a quiet place in the city. Somewhere he can heal.
Somewhere he can think over his mistakes and his soul, and what he
would do with it.
Slowly, Ky crouched again, bending to
the ground and dropping his blade. Lifting Yuri's prone body over
his right shoulder, lifting the Thunderseal again with his left as
he rose, Ky walked from from the arena with a shocked silence
trailing in his wake.
The gate guards dared not stop as he
walked out into the city, bearing his burden of fellow man on his
shoulders, and he walked away from death and destruction and into
the evening lights. He would find out why they had been brought into
this world, why they were being made to fight, and if it was as much
for the entertainment of others as the arena had been.
Lord, please watch over him, for I
cannot.
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R-Vote to Ky Kiske, 'cos I'm nice like
that.
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Luna
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:06
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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*stumbles in* I feel like hell. x.x Oh, and I hate
Easter.
Just gonna FOCUS right now, and dump an R-Vote
on Kalten. *yawns*
Edit: Oh yeah, and an A-Vote to
Kite. ;_; Sowwy, Nif. *huggles* Wish you could be around
more....
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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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:15
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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All of
a sudden the world around her turned white, and in a sudden Rydia
found herself in a new city. It was more urban and peaceful looking
than the last one, and certainly more beautiful.
"What is
going on here?" a little annoyed by the inconsistent nature of the
worlds, and even more annoyed of being thrown from her friends, she
sought a explation from the warrior who was mostly responsible. She
found him, who they called Daisetsu, fighting with a guy she
recognized as Sol Badguy, as the two were struggling against
themselves and each other as they were wrapped in a blaze of
fire...
Fire...
Fire...
The living flames
danced and encircled the pair, and Rydia became hypnotized by the
heat as her head pounded and her heart rate increased ten fold. The
dance took over her body as she crouched down on all fours, and a
snarl formed in her face as the faint aura of fire formed around her
body and her mouth. Primal instinct suddenly destroyed all natural
thought, as only a single thought survived in her mind.
Protect...Daisetsu
And then she
leapt into action, springing forth like a starving lion hunting a
rabbit.
GGGRRROOOOWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!!
"What the...?" Sol was so focused on defeating Daisetsu that
he couldn't evade Rydia's swipe with her hand. The attack left four
semi-deep cuts in his armor, cuts that would've been life
threatening had he not been wearing it. Rydia landed from the attack
and stood on all fours, her fiery aura raging forth and surrounding
her body.
"So, little kitty want's to play, huh?" Sol
grinned at Rydia as he redirected the Fireseal at the intruder.
"Well come and get it."
Rydia is using
Focus
R-Vote to Daisetsu A-Vote to Sol
...It
may be time for some explanations...
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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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:21
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto II + Mirabile Visu + Living
Sin
'Brother...'
She only thought it, but it
echoed off the dank walls of her cell. Alma sat alone, cold and sick
against the far wall of the abandoned altar room, where she'd spent
so many nights already. Alma looked forlornly at the discarded,
ashen tables where candles and scriptures might once have been laid.
Riovanes...such a beautiful castle, and it had once hosted such a
lovely chapel. Now abandoned for this...
Alma rubbed at her
eyes sleepily, wishing again that there were at least a pillow in
this miserable little cell. It was a huge room, broad and full of
space, but that only made it seem all the more lonely- all the more
quiet. Her neck ached from sleeping against the one broad step in
the chapel, but she wouldn't be able to sleep on those tables,
either. She sighed, burying her face in her knees. It looked like
she'd be curling up like some discarded doll again, and maybe wake
up to some meager bread and water.
'Was it just a month ago
that I was waking up to Tim's cooking? Hearing Charene snoring so
meekly besides me, hearing Ramza call my name...?'
Her lips
curved into a bit of a smile. It had only been a month ago-
month and a half, maybe. Down they'd passed, through Zeklaus Desert
and into the Dorter Hills...and oh, that had been perfect. Joining
up with Ramza and his soldiers- Ramza and his friends. Agrias, loyal
and powerful, yet gentle. Deruta, wild and crass, but fearless.
Charene, sultry and silent, but loving. Alicia and Lavian,
unswerving and true. Tim, scarred and distant, but warm and
trustworthy. Mustadio, stubborn and uncertain, but cunning and keen.
All of the others, faithful to the end.
And Ramza.
The
happiest days of her life, they were- it hadn't lasted long, but
those were the days she valued most. For just that amount of time,
she'd lived her dream, and travelled with Ramza on the next great
adventure. Often, Alma felt she could live out the rest of her days
like that, running and laughing with all of them, under the proud
face of heaven.
'I shouldn't think of such things,' Alma
thought. 'A cleric doesn't look for adventure, for excitement...but,
as long as Ramza was around, anything was an adventure.' She scuffed
her shoes on the floor, tucking a lock of hair over her ear. 'Are
you okay, Ramza? Are you eating well, are you resting up? Aren't
these the same questions I asked you back then?'
She sighed.
Yanked out of those pipe dreams by the trembling hand of a Knight
Blade- of Izlude Tingel. And Simon...dear, old Simon- he'd suffered
such a terrible wound. Her heart wrenched to think that he hadn't
survived, that the old man had already breathed his
last...
Alma rubbed her temples. It seemed like everyone
around her was starting to move away... 'Or, perhaps it's not that
they're moving away. Maybe I'm so weak as to be the only one
standing still.'
A sobering thought. She brought her head
closer to her knees, deciding to get some rest-
"Freeze!
Free- oh God almig- aaaaaaaaaaagggh!"
Alma's head shot
back up, her eyes darting to the door. She heard the curses and the
screams first, but then swords- the sounds of battle! It sounded
like swords were swinging, clashing against metal. That was alarming
enough, but then came a sound that chilled Alma's blood as surely as
though rendering it to ground ice in her veins. It was the sound
of...
...of flesh being ripped open.
'skin so fine so
fine to tear so fine to plait so fine to strip-'
The whisper
was at her ear, and Alma bounded upright, as though she'd been
shoved. She kept her eyes on the door, shivering all over as the
echo faded in her head. Yet still she heard the awful, wet clamor-
of mushy blows landing, of swords being snapped in two. She heard a
splatter that could only be blood washing over the walls, and war
cries, shouting the names of fallen comrades- and then dying into
screams. Alma put her hands to her lips, her eyes growing wider. For
a moment, she could see it all in her mind's eye. A massacre,
leaving what had to be dozens hurt and dying outside. And above it
all, that awful, awful sound of a human body being ripped and
rended...
Silence. Then, the doorknob turned.
'oh God
oh God lend me your strength'
Alma couldn't have stepped back
if she'd wanted to. She stood still as the door burst open, her
hands at the ready- stopped. It was a Riovanes knight, blonde and
armored in the red cape of his order. In fact, most of his armor was
red, she'd just noticed- paused again. That armor wasn't supposed to
be red, it was supposed to be bronze, or golden.
It dawned on
her just before he fell to his knees. Alma's eyes widened even
further, her mouth opening in a silent "oh" as his slump bared the
huge foursome of gashes punched through his powerful
breastplate. The knight's swollen eyes locked with hers for a
moment, and then he sighed, as if tired of it all, and collapsed
upon the single step before her.
"Oh...no, no!" Alma rushed
over immediately, her heart pounding with panic. She skidded to a
halt at his side, and her hands immediately went to his shoulders.
He croaked feebly, looking up at her, and her heart broke in two.
His wounds were grievous, and they looked painful. Blood oozed from
a deep cut in his forehead, and dark red rivulets streamed down the
corners of his cracked lips. His sword, a blade of Platinum, was
cracked in two, held in a wrist that twisted the other way. His eyes
were swollen, bruised-looking...and the gashes in his
chest...
'Like he was attacked by a wild animal- a lion, or a
minotaur...but, the claw marks themselves...they're not bleeding.' A
bit of her Chemist self stemmed in, and she realized she was looking
at cauterized wounds. She could hear the flesh sizzling under his
armor, and knew it was probably swollen and red- maddeningly
painful. It was as if the claws that had cut him were red-hot, but
at such temperature, they would melt, wouldn't they? It was
impossible...
"What an awful wound," Alma whispered, reaching
down to touch the armor-
-only to find it grabbed in a
shaking, but iron grip. She looked at the knight, and saw him
staring at her with such pain- like an infant looking at his mother
after a shot, wanting comfort because the pain was too much to bear.
Alma felt tears welling up in her eyes, and squeezed his hand
firmly, pulling it against her chest. "Oh..."
"U...ugh..." he
wheezed, his throat gurgling.
"help...Th...that...monster..."
"C...come on!" Alma said,
gripping his arm tightly. "I-I can help you! Just tell me where my
staff is- I can heal-"
The knight's gaze softened a little,
his pupils glazing over- like a sky that was fast becoming cloudy.
"R...run," he whispered. "It's...dangerous..."
"No- no,
wai...wait..." Alma trailed off, her words becoming all the more
quiet, as the knight spit up a terribly large amount of blood. She
felt it flick against her cheeks, but the worst pain came when his
head fell back against the step. He still looked like a poor, hurt
child when he died.
She squeezed his hand, and laid it to
rest over his armor. The lump in her throat was too great for her to
swallow, so she let her tears flow. They carved rivulets down her
cheeks as she clasped her hands together, bowing her head in prayer.
'Let him find the peace he deserves, now, in eternal
paradise...please...' Alma choked on that thought, and she pressed
her hands back to the knight's still body. This was a
nightmare...
Something ran past her door, outside. Again
there was the clash of a sword, down the hall, and then a cry of
alarm- and a noise that froze her tears. It was like a scream, or a
roar, but in a million years, she could never do it justice with
mere description. It was like a howl, a bloodthirsty howl of primal
rage and lonely anguish...
Alma looked at the open doorway,
slowly standing from the fallen knight's side. She stepped forward,
and peered at the door itself. It was smeared with the knight's
blood, but outside was only darkness. She couldn't even see the wall
of the hallway across from her, but she heard the sounds coming from
close by. The sounds of battle, and that horrible, unearthly scream
that still echoed all the way through. Heavy footsteps followed, and
she knew that stepping out into those deathly halls, she would find
no light to greet her.
With the very slightest of hesitation,
she walked into it.
---
So it was that even the
Silver Noble- the 'Silver Ogre', as he had been known- bent the knee
to her. Alma felt a thousand cold fingers stroking her body when
those gray irises turned to her, as though reflected in them she
could see all the eyes of those his dread sword had ever taken. Yet
it was those irises that convinced her that it was no Ogre she
stared at, nor the noble patriot who with the sword and the shield
had united his kingdom. The man that had made Limberry...it
was not him that bowed to her.
"Marquis..." Alma's fingers
found her lips, as though she were staring at that dead, black
doorway again. "Marquis Elmdor, no...you were freed, weren't
you?"
"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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"Alma-san!" Shizumaru rushed at them again, his heart
pounding viciously. He drew the nodachi again, his educated legs
pumping across the ravaged floorboards. Elmdor's fist came up from
his katana, already charging energy-
"Stop! Shizumaru!"
The young samurai skidded to a halt at Alma's voice. Her
hand stayed Elmdor's, her fingers weak and trembling around his
wrist- and yet his fist parted into a palm, as though brought to a
dead halt.
"Please, don't come any closer..." Alma grit her
teeth, her eyes falling to the corner of Elmdor's mouth, where a
small petal of blood clung to his pale flesh. She glanced fleetingly
to Shizumaru, to Mature, to Mint and to Maya, to Ouji Heisa and his
rising monks- and bent the knee down beside Elmdor, still gripping
his wrist. She clutched her staff, then tightened all her muscles,
focusing on what had been taught-
"Saaaa!"
Her
body wracked with energy that blossomed between them, the
chakra burst encompassing both her essence- and Elmdor's. In
an instant so fast as to be registered only by immortal eyes, a
bright blue oval expanded and shrunk between them- and then it
turned black. It disappeared, but as the power sunk into Elmdor, and
the blood on his smirking lip caked and faded away...and then
appeared on her own lip, Alma knew.
"Dic mihi nominis
tuus," she whispered.
Elmdor's head craned forward at an
even deeper angle, the words almost begging to come from his lips.
"Angelus Mortis...filium abyssum."
mm shh shh soul body body harken son of Hell...the
Angel of Death. I thought I would never see you
again.
The voice was there, against her ear, and
echoed in her mind.
...the spell...didn't
fail.
"Nngh..." Alma turned her head away, clasping her
hand to her forehead. "I'm...I'm not your King..."
The time of Kings has long passed- now you are a
Queen, a Queen of the Eclipse! Crowned with the seven falling stars,
riding the great red dragon, drinking the blood of the
martyrs!
"I..." Alma leaned on her staff,
stumbling back. "It can't...be...you were all
killed..."
"Most everyone has died," Elmdor murmured. "Even I
have. There are very few who haven't. You are one of them. That is
why..."
...that is why she could not let go of me.
Alma shut her eyes, feeling drained even from the pitifully small
amount of chakra she'd just given out. She coughed, the blood
at the corner of her lips darkening, and fell back to her knees,
gripping her staff. "This was never supposed...never supposed to
happen," she croaked. "Humanity- people were always supposed to be
safe from you, just as long as they
believed..."
Elmdor shook his head, his eyes still the color
of stormclouds. "What was that old saying?" he said, in a mocking
echo of an even more mocking voice she'd heard once before. "A lie
which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies."
my apostle he who flies above mortality with me so
better than I'd ever hoped!
Alma's bowed head
shook as though it were hollow, caught in a stray breeze. "...so
that's it," she said, shivering. "I guess...one among you had to
find me, sooner or later. I just..." She coughed, rubbing at eyes
that were suddenly all too heavy. "I just dreamed I saw you
die...and you went to your para...paradi..."
She caught
Shizumaru's panicked eyes on her, just before she started to
fall-
-and the wall, like the door in her memories, crashed
and filled with opaque darkness.
"What the-" Ouji Heisa's
voice was drowned out by the roar of a wild beast, a roar that
stabbed into Alma's heart with bleak familiarity. She turned her
head back up, the effort almost more than she could handle, and
followed the gazes of all eyes that had suddenly turned on the wall.
She looked there, where the monk Genzo lay writhing- and wanted to
turn away again. There were three little squirming demons there,
hunched over and with sickly flesh- the color of carrion. They
squealed hoarsely, their eyes darting about as they waddled in. One
among them was badly wounded, looking as though some swordsman had
taken a grim liking to it, but all of them still
stood...
Stood...behind what could only be an Ultima
Demon.
It was seven feet tall, its body scaled and then given
flesh- the scales on its back were the color of lips far too
chilled, while its abnormally muscled front shared the sickly, light
sallow color of its Apanda kin. Its horns curled behind its broad
head, and in one hand it held some twisted, heavy sword that looked
more like a rusty saw than a blade. It was well-bloodied, and Alma
could only imagine what these devils of the dark had done
outside...
Immortal Rofocale and the
Three Misers...surely you remember them from those silly 'holy
books', Alma?
"Be silent!
Altima!!"
Alma's scream turned the devils' eyes on her.
She ground her hand against her temple, already bolting upright.
"Get...get out! I willl make you get out-"
A flutter, and
then she was scooped up. Elmdor's eyes flashed, then- the boy,
Shizumaru Hisame! He had sneaked in and grabbed her by the waist,
and now he ran with her in tow, one arm around her body and the
other gripping his sheathed nodachi. He did not look over his
shoulder, but Alma did, her eyes locking with Elmdor's for a quiet
moment that seemed to stretch out over the growing distance between
them-
-then, for just a second, turned
bloodshot.
Give aid, sate the
bloodthirst- the blood of six must fall! Reap the souls of six,
shadow on the moon- Angel of Death!
Shizumaru
noticed nothing, yelling only "run!" to the monks and his
companions, as Rofocale and his three Apandas swarmed into the
room.
Elmdor only clasped his Koutetsu tighter, his silver
hair caught in an unfelt breeze.
Six must fall in your
name...Altima-King.
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There are now three
Apandas and one Ultima Demon named Rofocale in the Oujin Brotherhood
Dojo, hunting for Alma. The Apandas can only cast poisonous magic,
but the Ultima Demon is particularly strong, and can cast all manner
of black magic- particularly, Ulmaguest, Nanoflare, and the
all-powerful Ultima spell. Whoever manages to kill Rofocale by the
end of the round, though, gets an Allay. ^^
Oro, in
the earlier rounds it's so hard to pick my 'targets'- especially
when you're Alma Beoulve. XD Tossing a few out- consider
these and the earlier votes the results of Apandas and an Ultima
Demon rampaging through the city.
1 A-Vote to
Kite 1 A-Vote to Kyosuke
Sorry to hear that,
Nif. ;_; Agh, I wish I had more R-Votes to give out, everybody's
doing so damn well! 
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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*OOC*Well, plenty of people have posted, and no one has
answered. What's the link, Bowling Pin? Does it have anything to do
with Misato, Asuka, and Shinji living together? Just a random guess,
I've never seen married with children*OOC*
Tingle: Who the
fuck are you? Where's Joe?!?!
Dan: Aw man, where'd this
fucker come from?
Tingle turned toward Dan.
Tingle:
You know this bitch?
Kyo spat.
Kyo: Who do you think
you are, you little green bastard?
Dan: His name's Kyo
Kusanagi. He's a supposed "champion fighter". Though last I checked
he was trying to be some sissy ass dancer in Detroit.
Kyo:
Shut up!! How dare you mock my dreams like that? Dancing can be very
masculine, for your information.
Tingle: Ah, you're a man's
man, huh?
Kyo: Look who's talking, with you in that green
spandex.
Tingle: Don't hate on the fairy getup.
Kyo:
Whatever. I have more important things to take care of.
Kyo
runs out of the bar.
Dan: Cmon guys. Let's tail his ass. My
guess is, he knows where Joe is.
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
Website---
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:48
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That aura... Again... Marquis Elmdor is near that
girl... This can't be good.
The oddness in
both of them... it's practically the same!
Gotta protect her...
Gotta hope I have the
coordinates right... GATE
The sensation of passing
from point A to point B without crossing the distance between
passed, and he took in the scene as quickly as he could... and
paused in shock.
Elmdor, Shizumaru, Mint...
Bad time for a reunion.
Can't pick and choose, you know.
No one
had noticed him yet, so he did the first thing that came to mind.
Sliding one foot backwards, he cupped one hand at waist level,
dipping the other hand into it as if drawing from a deck of cards. A
rectangle of blue fire appeared in the grasping hand, and he flicked
it forward and up. The mystical pasteboard shattered as it hit the
ceiling, shards of light dropping and surrounding Amethyst,
Shizumaru, and Alma. The shards swirled for a moment, then formed a
heater-shaped plane of force in front of them.
Card
Eidolon Shield... Dropping his mind into a mage's ready state,
he awaited the next move.
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Woohoo! A target for
A-votes! Err, I mean, sorry you're so busy, Nif...
¬_¬
A-votes to: Kite AirMan Kuma (Yo, where's
SH?)
1 R-vote, 1 Ability remaining.
Oh, and as much as
I'd love to be more involved in the big dojo rave party, I'm afraid
I'll need to be off for a while, as my mother is now leaning on my
shoulder, pestering me so she can blog. Yes, mother on my shoulder, I mean you.
Anyway, Amethyst would probably be mostly about protecting Alma,
Shizu, or any remaining monks in the dojo, tossing an Energy Chain
or Saber spell at Elmdor occasionally. Note that those spells can
both be blocked.
Mage's Vocabulary Lesson: A "heater
shield" is the proper term for a classical flat-topped,
rounded-bottom shield, commonly favored by knights and their ilk. As
opposed to a buckler or other type of shield.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 02:27
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Setsuna began to grow crazy from all tha pain racking
through his body. He was not going to take it anymore, and his mind
was soon clouded with rage. His fingers tingled with fury...and his
eyes burned with a passion for death. As soon as Setsuna was
beginning to experiment utter madness, another metal gate rised, and
out came several wild beasts...diabolical wild beasts, at that. They
had the shape of panthers...but had the wildness of demons. They
kept growling and roaring, and the crowd loved it. One of them
spotted Setsuna, hissed a bit, and then rushed at Setsuna with a
rampage.
Even though the beast managed to get ahold of
Setsuna's left arm, Setsuna was merely fazed by the attack. Calmly,
he grabbed the beast by the neck, and hoisted it into the air,
feeling the skin and bone crush before his bloody hand. In a second,
Setsuna ripped one of the beast's eyes out with his other hand, and
then proceeded to gut him alive with his sword.
The madness
in Setsuna's eyes, emerging from pain, had gotten the best of him.
The arena is no longer a safe place.....
--- 1 A-Vote to
Kite (I know it has nothing to do, but it was asked, so...)
1
A-Vote and 1 R-Vote 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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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase Two (Planning): Mojo in the
Dojo!
The mirrors that remained unbroken on the wall of
the dojo reflected the chaos that now occurred within. As Shizumaru
ran with Alma in his arms, the demons gave chase, mowing through the
monks that valiantly tried to stand in their way. At the same time,
the Marquis Elmdor drew his blade once again and faced the others.
"Six of you shall fall, but for a greater cause. Altima-King shall
walk this world once more!" As a man possessed, he threw himself
towards the closest one, the young girl with red hair.
"Ahh!"
Mint barely managed to block the blade as it came across her torso,
and the tip of the katana still caught her arm. "You [expletive]!
That hurt a lot!" She swung her left ring in a wide arc, aiming high
on the samauri's torso, but the blow was blocked by his katana. A
swing from her right was also blocked, but not by the blade; Mint
gasped as the silver-haired swordsman managed to grab the ring in
mid-swing. Stars flared before her eyes as he punched her with his
other hand, causing her to stagger back in pain.
Sparks flew
as the samauri suddenly blocked four bullets that had been fired by
Maya's twin pink handguns, and he charged at her, only to be blasted
into a wall by a fiery spell from Amethyst. Shrugging off the blast,
he leapt up and slammed his fist into the ground. "Earth Slash!" he
cried, and once again green waves of energy ripped through the floor
of the dojo, throwing his opposition in all directions and finally
striking Amethyst with a force equal to a hundred kicks. The
purple-suited mage was thrown back into one of the mirrors,
shattering it with a sound that was almost musical.
Mint
staggered to her feet, only to find one of the Apandas standing
before her. With a sound that resembled both a giggle and a growl,
the creature raised it's vicious claws and struck down, catching
Mint's stomach as she tried to jump out of the way. "Agh! Stupid
demons! Red, Circle, Delta!" Three balls of flame appeared before
Mint and shot towards the demon, striking simultaneously to create a
great explosion. As the smoke cleared, though, the Apanda stood
there giggling. Pouncing on her, it knocked her to the ground and
leaned over her, teeth gleaming with saliva.
The young
princess flinched as a large hole suddenly appeared on both sides of
the Apanda's head, green blood splattering on the floor. It fell on
top of Mint as it died, a faint gurgle escaping it's lips. With a
great effort, the red-haired mage pushed the demon's heavy corpse
off of her body, and then looked up to see Vincent in the shadows,
his gun still smoking.
With a quick nod of thanks to her
savior, Mint looked around and found Elmdor fighting against Mature.
Despite her prowness, the martial artist was quickly losing against
the demon-possessed man, and she bore several cuts from her fight.
Ducking under one of Elmdor's slashes, she tried to sweep the man's
feet from under him, but the samauri quickly jumped over her and
delivered his own kick to her back, sending her sprawling. Raising
his sword for the killing blow, he cried, "Your blood shall be the
first to sate the need of the Bloody Angel!"
"Gold! Super!
Golden Binds!" Golden tendrils shot out of the floor at Elmdor's
feet, looping around his body and limbs and then growing taut,
seizing his movement.
"What in the name of Altima-King...?"
The Silver Ogre's words were interuptted as a swift dropkick struck
him in the back, knocking him out of the golden energy that bound
him and to the floor. Quickly, he rose up and turned to face his
attacker. "You! You dare to attack the Angel of Death?"
Mint
smirked at the man's remark. "Some angel of death you are. I don't
think you've yet to kill a single person in this room." She raised
her rings in a fighting stance. "And you're not going to get a
chance! Not with the great Princess Mint around!"
The
silver-haired samauri growled. "Those words shall be your
last."
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1 A-Vote to Kite (A shame to
see you go, Nif.)
1 R-Vote to Vincent (Tall,
dark and handsome saves the day again.)
New Spell
Revealed! Golden Binds - Gold/Super - Golden strands of
energy burst from the ground below Mint's target and bind them
tightly, restricting their movement.
Mint - 5 A-Votes, 0
R-Votes, Ability Unused Battling Under The Lord
Dorrin
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:22
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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K’
woke up and yawned. Feeling rather groggy and disoriented he stood
up to get a drink of water in the nearby kitchen. He took a glass
cup out of the cabinet, and filled it with tap water from the sink.
After guzzling it down, he threw the cup aside and proceeded to
stretch. He had interlocked his fingers and extended his arms
outward, letting out another yawn. K’ looked around and found
himself in the small hotel room which he had paid for the night
before. Surrounding his bed were 12 to 15 empty bottles of alcohol
lying on the ground. ‘No wonder I feel like crap right now. And,
what the hell did I do last night anyway?’
He didn’t bother
cleaning them up and decided to head out. He grabbed his black
jacket from the closet and opened the door that led to hallway. K’
stopped midway in his action and found a note attached to the door.
Written on the note in neat, cursive handwriting was: “Left early
without you. I’ll see you sometime soon.” It was signed by
King.
K’ ran his hand through his hair puzzled at the fact he
still couldn’t remember a thing that had happened yesterday night.
He sighed and decided to just shrug it off, disregarding it, and
left the room. He entered the elevator that was at the end of the
hallway and pushed the button marked for the first floor. It was the
type of elevator that had a window pane on the opposite end as a
means to display the outskirts of the large city. K’ was on the
sixteenth floor and decided to take a look outside. It was an
enormous city, much larger than he had expected. It consisted of
several major dojos, restaurants, stores, and numerous other
buildings that lined the expansive metropolitan. The elevator
stopped with a chime, signaling that it had reached the first floor.
Before he left, however, something caught K’’s eye. He saw a small
section of a particular area in which smoke was emanating from a
large structure; it seemed like the Oujin Brotherhood Dojo that
someone had pointed out to him earlier last night. It was quite
close to the hotel that K’ was currently occupying. “Fire?” K’ said
to himself questioningly.
He noticed that shards of wood and
glass were surrounding the area. Not to mention the fact that the
area was completely vacant—people had fled from something that was
evidently causing a lot of destruction. “I wonder with Daisetsu will
think of this. He was already peeved last time with all the chaos we
caused in San’Tar.” K’ said to himself with a grin. Without waiting
any longer, K’ finally left the hotel and headed towards the
dojo.
K’ shoved his way through the crowd of people who were
going through their daily morning routine in the city. He noticed
that some of the civilians were even running, clearly away from the
Oujin Brotherhood Dojo. After getting hit over the head with a purse
as heavy as concrete from an old woman, being smacked in the face by
a woman (from tripping and landing on her… ahem… chest area), and
getting kicked in the shins from several annoying brats, K’ finally
reached the dojo. He was somewhat disheveled, but before he could
even think of straightening himself up a colossal, massive beast
breached through the entrance way of the dojo. Shards of wood that
had been discharged from the shattered doorway left a small number
of cuts on his face. It looked like an ogre; actually it seemed more
similar to a troll. K’ snickered and took a fighting stance. ‘Now
this is the reason I came to this god damn world in
the first place.’
However, before he could even lay a hand on
the creature, a girl with pink, rosy hair stepped in. She had
oversized shoes that matched the color of her hair, and was
outfitted in petite blue clothing. She advanced several steps toward
the behemoth in an adorable and charming manner. The creature,
seemingly dumbfounded and perplexed, grunted. Mint winked and with
two silver bladed rings, executed an upward slash. It decapitated
the monster—jade-colored blood streamed down from the beast as it
fell to the ground. “Looks are deceiving.” the girl said with a
small giggle. “As for you,” she said directly to K’, “My name is
Mint.”
A sweatdrop formed on K’’s head. He was somewhat
stunned, but quickly regained his composure. “Okay then… Let me
introduce myself. Name’s K’.”
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:44
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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"What
in the nine blazing hells is going on there?" Opera stared at the
door of the Oujin Brotherhood dojo. "That doesn't sound like normal
training to me...."
I don't know a whole hell of a lot
about martial arts - heck, everything I know, I know from watching
Rena in battle, and she's more of a healer than a fighter anyway -
but I know that normal training does not, and should not, sound like
that. That sounds way too intense and....real. It
sounds....
....
Oh shit. It sounds like Fun City when
the Wise Men attacked. Something is definitely not right in there.
My instincts are telling me to run to the nearest bar, if one even
exists here, but....
....Damn my stupid
concious.
Sighing deeply, Opera readied the Kaleidoscope
for battle and strode towards the door. Her hand shook a bit as she
reached for the doorway, and she hesitated. There was no telling
what the hell was in there, and what it could do to her. The thought
of heading in there blind made her insides freeze up. Going into a
battle prepared was one thing....entering a situation like this was
quite another.
....
Eh....what the hell? Might as
well see if I can handle myself alone without the others backing me
up. Steeling herself, Opera flung the door open, praying to
whatever deity might exist that she wouldn't meet her doom within
mere seconds of entering the fray.
"....fuck!" Opera ducked
and dove narrowly out of reach of the jagged claws of an Apanda,
aimed directly at her head. It snarled and turned to face its
escaped prey, and Opera smiled grimly at it.
"Nice try,
handsome, but I don't think so. I'm not in the mood to become skish
kebab." Flicking a switch on the Kaleidoscope, she aimed at the
beast's head. "Let's cool you off, shall we? Cold Wind!" She pulled
the trigger, and ice blue energy erupted from the rifle's barrel. As
it reached the demon, it seemed to crystallize, and several
razor-sharp shards of ice sliced their way into the beast's flesh.
Opera waited, holding her breath, but her attack only served to
damage and anger the beast. Letting out a wild howl of fury, it
charged again at her.
"Shit!" Opera dodged out of the way,
her escape even more narrow this time. "So, you want it rougher, big
boy? Well, I can deliver." Her golden eyes narrowed as she made
another adjustment to the Kaleidscope. "This is going to be better
for me than it is for you, I assure you." Her fingers tightened
around the trigger as she prepared to let loose. "FOL!"
Her
cry was promptly drowned out by the noise of five enormous orbs of
white energy bursting forth from the barrel of her gun and heading
straight for the Apanda. Sensing some -- considerable, really -
danger in this new attack, it moved out of the line of fire as
quickly as it was able to and headed for the gunslinging blonde,
intending to put an end to her here and now, before she could do
anything else.
....only to be slammed from behind by the very
energy balls it had sought to avoid. Opera smirked in relief and
satisfaction as it howled in agony and toppled to the floor, yards
from her high-heeled feet. Striding forward, she gave one of its
muscled arms a hard kick.
"Lesson of the day, buddy: don't
mess with a lady who has a homing attack." Sighing, she wiped some
sweat off her brow, just above her third eye. "Well, that's
done...."
Something tells me that that fiend wasn't the
only thing in here. I don't think I'm completely finished yet.
Hoisting her rifle to a ready position, she began to walk
deeper into the dojo.
I guess it's time for
hunting....
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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Getting my votes out of the way first, then I'll write
something.
A-votes: Kyosuke Kite (sorry,
Nif!) Airman
R-votes: Ky Yuri Setsuna
And
Infuse on Testament.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:56
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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Well,
time for me to vote dump (not that I have much left, anyways).
1 A-Vote to Air Man 1 R-Vote to Shang
Tsung
If I have time, I will elaborate further on those
votes....
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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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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Act II – The Angel and the Maiden –
III
“I kill…” Elmdor replied “only at
will.”
“GAWD, what a lame excuse!” Mint twirled around, her
rings flashing in the light that seeped into the broken building.
“Wooooo, it’s the retaliation of Mr. Unpopular!” Behind her, the
master mage Amethyst readied a spell on his lips, hands crackling
with energy. The floor was filled with slash marks and holes, and
the Marquis seemed to be in what was roughly the center, as Mature,
Shizumaru, Mint, and Amethyst surrounded him. Alma stood beside the
monks, trying to aid them with the power of her healing staff.
“Isn’t that right, guys?” She looked to Mature, who stood silent but
ready, then to Shizumaru, whose attention didn’t waver.
“Too
bad for you I’m pretty unpopular.” Elmdor’s voice behind her sent
Mint reeling forward, swinging her rings. He raised his hand and
shouted “Fire!” Mint’s golden rings swooped in together before the
spell. With a charged zinging sound, the fireball ricocheted from
the reflection and scattered into the air over where the remaining
incapacitated monks lay.
“Haaaaaay, what the [explitive] was
that!?” Mint double-backflipped away as Shizumaru’s sword swept in.
Twirling in his deft hand, it tasted flesh as the force of the cut
to the thigh sent Elmdor flying away from his position. Keeping the
pressure on, he grasped the umbrella that lay in its ‘sheath’ at his
back. With a shout, he tossed it with precision, watching it open
and spin as it hurtled toward the silver-haired
swordsman.
“I’ve seen that trick before, Hisame!” Elmdor’s
eyes flared as he tore forward over the uneven floor, running low to
the ground even as the deadly umbrella sliced the air where but a
moment before he had been. “Evil souls of the dark, gather here!
Kotetsu!!” His sheathed katana became a blinding blur, roaring from
its scabbard like a hell-bent devil. Shizumaru lept, ascending on
invisible wings to meet his returning umbrella in the air, as the
sonic wave sped past the soles of h is feet.
That was too
easy… A thought began to grow in Shizumaru’s mind, a horrible
thought. Landing with grace, he jumped back again-
Just to
see the roaring wave mow through three monks, completely severing
the torso of the first.
“Nooooooo!” His eyes filled with
rage. His heart began to pump faster, faster. And something inside
him felt like it was welling up…something he wished to keep chained
forevermore. “How could you?” His nodachi lashed across the floor in
a semicircle, blowing away debris in its wake as Elmdor’s legs
barely evaded the strike. But no sooner had the slash been swung
than Elmdor lurched forward, his back smoking. Behind him stood
Amethyst, a look of no small concentration upon his face.
“Be
wary” were his only words. He didn’t move from his spot, hands still
outstretched and an almost-visible aura of ethereal energy
surrounding his body. Mature walked over to the fallen samurai,
picking his body up by the nape of his black haori.
“Not so
violent when you’re down, are you, sweetheart?” She winked as she
held him there, fists tightening.
Lede? Is that you?
Answer me…help me…. Elmdor’s eyes opened only a crack, and
Mature saw what others had not seen. A calm, dark red iris fluttered
below the eyelid, the tensity seeming to drain out of the
body.
But it was only a moment before the grey returned, and
a vice-like grip wrenched itself into Mature’s hair, holding her up
as the body floated upward, radiating a scarlet
energy.
“If you scoff at this man, a master of the blade…then
perhaps it is sorcery which is your game.” The voice was Elmdor’s,
but it began to grow higher as the words continued, into a tenor
which reverberated throughout the room. “For though a swordmaster he
is, I am not…,” his lips curled up in a sneer “but my ethereal
chalice is laden with the most bitter of draughts. I hope you’re
ready.” The body of Mesdoram Elmdor flickered, seeming to Mature
like a screen of TV static.
Suddenly, the static was clear,
and floating a foot off the ground before them was a great angel, a
phantasm robed in grey, with the same eyes each of them had seen in
the Marquis only minutes earlier. He leaned backward, stretching his
wings and arms while his fingers curled inward like claws. “I hold
the keys to death and the grave!!” he shouted, finally tossing
Mature into the midst of the fallen monks. He opened his hands, and
in each palm was a mouth, whispering damned words, chanting spells
that drew on the powers of hell itself.
What? Still translucent? So…my true-form is still
locked away...and my powers are not at their peak. If the
‘replenishing rate’ continues like this, Elmdor’s mind may gain the
edge over my own…that cannot happen. The alter must run red now! The
rider on the pale horse must go out!
Spinning, he
flew to the ceiling, standing flatly on it, upside-down to the rest
of the room. “The revenge of the saints! Almageist!” One of his
hands screamed the words, filling the hall with a great wind that
resonated with the cries of lost souls.
“Aaaaa, Mint-san!”
Shizumaru lept in front of the red-haired mage as the spirit wind
rattled the foundations of his mind.
The demon…no! He
fell to his knees, clutching his head, and Mint cradled him in her
arms.
“Shizumaru…” her voice was soft and kind, in that
moment, and she stood up clasping her rings. “Hey, you [explitive]
[explitive]! Your wing-flappin’ [explitive] is mine!”
“The
terrible memory of the deathbed!” the other hand screamed, “Mind
Flayer!” Mint felt awash in darkness, each failure of her life
becoming a small cut. She cried out, writhing on the floor. Her cute
purple outfit began to take a deeper shade of violet as the racking
of her body slowly subsided. His true mouth began to speak, then.
"Dark flames to sear the soul of the faithful! Nanoflare!" What
seemed to be particles of pure darkness gathered by where Mint had
fallen, causing the wood to explode into flames. Amethyst waved his
hand quickly, a tractor beam-like spell pulling the mage back from
greatest harm. But the dojo...it was starting to burn now, with a
hot, dark flame.
“Is that all!? Is that what you needed to
see to believe!? Aaaaaahahaha!!” The angel’s one voice sounded like
many, all laughing slightly off-unison. “Fear…fear controls us all!
From the lowest peasant to the highest king, fear seeps into the
mind’s cracks like a poison…and this fear…I command! There are none
without fear, and none to whom death shall not
visit.”
“Tsch…” K’ shook his head, throwing his fists up as
he entered the room. “Some party, eh?”
“This battle…I want
this battle.” Amethyst’s voice rose from the room as he closed his
eyes. His body began to flash, and levitated off the ground. It
appeared as if multiple copies of him were spinning in a circle
around the floating angel.
“By yourself? You’ve gotta be
kidding me.” Mature stepped up behind the Amethyst-ring and blew the
angel a kiss. “You’re stylish, but you make a terrible
mess.”
“Then bring whatever soldiers you wish! For once you
have met Zalera, the Angel of Death, there is no return!” The mouths
on his hands began to chatter again in their chilling whispers and
his own mouth began to move softly as well.
Come…the grave beckons, and the altar cries out for
six!
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Zalera has manifested his ‘human
form’! Because the portal-jumping lost energy is not restored, his
full power isn’t accessible, but he’s still a powerful dark
sorcerer. His body is somewhat translucent, due to the fact that
he’s being manifested physically from a mental ‘storage space’.
Approach him with care; he can charge three spells at once. He knows
a few dark summons, and the general gamut of the Lucavi Spells, a
set of dark magic called ‘Fear’. I based the looks of human-form
Zalera on Legato Bluesummers, of the anime Trigun. A cool picture
can be found right here that looks extra nice and evil.
Just copy and paste the link.
But a manifestation this early
on? If a lid can be put on him, he may have to lie fairly dormant
for a round or two…
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P.S. - Go go wild battle,
everyone! I'll be at work until the round ends. You have my
blessing- er, curse. 
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Baka
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 2:3 -
Momentary Life
Ky
walked out into the storm, the body slung over his shoulder. His
entire body ached from the fight, his soul drained also. There was
no-one to watch as he began the long, slow walk back
home...
His mentor.. his teacher.. killed. Dead. Kliff
Undersn, the man who turned his life around... dead. The fiend was
contained, but what would he do now? Where would he go?
Why
should he go on living?
Ky walked slowly out through the
exit to the arena, the body slung over his shoulder. The crowd
watched in stunned silence as the two left - the crowd parting
before them as Ky's emotions raged inside of him...
Yuri was
still alive. Yuri was still alive. Yuri was still alive. The words
pulsated through his head, over and over again. He walked, unfeeling
through the crowd, blood trailing from both men. Why had he saved
him? It was the right thing to do. Did the lord not teach 'Thou
shalt not kill'? But did he not also teach that infidels should be
destroyed?
This man should not meet Shang Tsung. This man
should not be allowed to give his soul away! Yuri Hyuga, your
name was... you must not sacrifice yourself to the darkness!
A sickly grin passed Ky's face.. this had happened before.
Back in the Crusades. A battle that lasted days, ending with one
blow... and Ky left to pick up the pieces. Only hope and devotion
had kept him sane after that tragic day.. and this man would need
something just as powerful to guide him back to the light.
The crowd further from the Arena still parted for him, just
as the earlier crowds did. Murmers spread now, rumour carrying on
the wind like flashfire.. the unconcious Yuri was beginning to
become heavy.
Noise. Wordlessly, Ky turned to the
noise. In a city like this, it could only mean more trouble from
Daisetsu's warriors... and once again, Ky would protect.
Now
the crowds were running past them, parting as Ky walked through,
head hung low, like the fallen hero.. and they were gone. Close by
now, the noises rang out.. "I'm sorry.. I had to get you out of
there.. I'm sorry.." A young voice, tinged with sadness and regret.
Ky slowed. Rounding the corner now, a red-haired boy, carrying a
young girl. Ky's eyes took in the sword, and the wounds, and the
girl's state, and stopped. The other figure rushed towards him, and
Ky raised his head, stilling his heart's cries, forcing a genial
smile, condemning the world behind him to the lord's judgement. Now
was not the time to dwell on the past, now was the time for the
present.
"Hello there, sir.. what brings two wounded
swordsmen carrying victims to meet like
this?"
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ARGH. Now I'm confused.. first Shizu and
Alma have escaped, second they haven't... :/ *attempts to sort it
out*
Edit: Kinda roughly sorted. See the speech from Shizu.
Vague attempt to blag that they ran away and escaped, copyright 2003
to Renmazou.
A-vote to Kite ( )
R-vote to Yuri (One kind deed deserves
another)
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:26
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Basic Lurker
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Blah..... sorry for not posting anything yet for this
round. Trying to catch up on all the post's has delayed me, not to
mention oversleeping halfway inbetween.
I'll vote dump a
little now, then get started on writing something.
1 A-Vote
to Airman(pirate360)! 1 A-Vote to Kyosuke(Zen Master)! 1
A-Vote to Allen Snyder(colguile)! 1 A-Vote to
Rogue(Adam*Warlock)! 1 A-Vote to Kuma(Simplistic Hero)! 1
A-Vote to Kite(Nif)!
1 R-Vote to Lord Kalten! 1 R-Vote to
Ky Kiske(Baka)! 1 R-Vote to Setsuna(Lantis)!
.......What?
You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk
nyuk!
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:31
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s p i r i t e d . . .
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"uuurrggghhhrghghhh"
Storm let out the biggest
groan she had ever in her life. She lifted her head, and sat up
slowly, and removed the wet toilet paper that for some reason was
stuck to her face.
What the...?
She looked
around and stood up, well, stumbled up. She held her face in her
hands for a few seconds, then brushed her hair away from her face.
She rubbed her eyes then opened them wide. The view was spectacular.
She could see the whole city. Suddenly, Storm stepped back,
realising where she was. A balcony it seemed. She looked backwards
and found a large door leading inside, so she pushed it open and
stepped in. Once inside, she found herself in a small hotel room.
She glanced through a wide open door and saw the bedroom, with
several bottles of alchohol around it. She turned towards the
kitchen and saw even more alchohol. And lots of food, spread all
over a large trolley. Storm walked over to the kitchen sink and
turned on the cold water. She splashed her face in it and then
cupped her hand, drinking the water from it. She turned to her right
and saw her silver X-Men uniform on the ground. She stared,
wide-eyed at it, not quite realising what she was looking at. She
quickly looked down at her body and saw that she was wearing only a
bra and a mini-skirt.
What the!? Who's is this
skirt!?
She kneeled down and picked up her uniform. It
was covered in alchohol. She sniffed it and wrinkled her nose at the
smell.
Eeeww. I can't wear this.
She kneeled
and thought for a second, brushing her hand through her hair again,
and brushing out some sort of food that had gotten trapped in it,
before she had an idea. She entered the bedroom and opened the
cupboards that ran along the wall opposite the windows. She opened
them up and pulled one of the clean bedsheets from inside of it. She
swirled it around then wrapped it around her body, into a sort of
toga.
This'll do just fine. she smiled to
herself.
She went back to the kitchen and drank some more tap
water before leaving the hotel room. Just as she got to the door,
she found a note stuck on it. “Left early without you. I’ll see you
sometime soon. - King"
Who the hell is
King?
She pulled the note off of the door and left the
room.
Outside of the hotel she looked up at the shining sun.
A beautiful morning... or was it afternoon? Storm didn't know, but
she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was the awful
headache she had, and what she got up to last night. Suddenly,
someone bumped into her.
"Hey!" she shouted, as they
dissapeered down the street behind her. She glanced up ahead to find
lots of people running around. She raised an eyebrow curiously then
headed down the street. As she was walking, through the mass of
people, she saw a little girl. She had long pinky hair, and big
shoes. Those were the two things Storm pointed out immediately. The
girl girl glanced around, beofre walking inside one of the various
dojo's around the city.
Poor thing. She must be lost. What
other business would a small girl have in a dojo?
The
samaritan in Storm encouraged her to push her way through the crowd
and into the dojo. As she walked through the door, she saw the
little girl standing near a decapitated monster. Storm gasped and
dashed forward, picking up the little girl.
"Don't look
child. Don't look!"
Storm covered the little girls eyes and
stared at the decpitated corpse.
What could've done such a
thing?
She turned to her side and saw a man, standing,
staring at her and the little girl. Suddenly, a memory came flooding
back. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't
remember.
It was last night, I saw him last, I am sure of
it.
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1 R-Vote on Mint. 
Where can I
run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:31
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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And a
vote dump before work...
1 A-Vote on Airman 1 A-Vote on
Kuma 1 A-Vote on Allen Sanyder 1 A-Vote on Rogue 1 A-Vote
on Kyosuke (No show, no mercy.)
Allay on
Maya (I feel sorry for her being stuck in that dojo at the
moment.)
Mint - 0 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability
Used Battling Under The Lord Dorrin
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:51
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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Just
voting... This thing seems evil as I don't know who to vote who for
what.. and yeah
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A
Votes
+Airman
+Kuma
+Daisetsu
R
Votes
+Storm (Hey, at least the dude's writing compared
to others who don't even show up )
Remaining Votes
0 A Votes 1 R
Vote 1 Special/Ability
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:55
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
![]() Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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Ugh.
Sorry I didn't get to posting much this round, either. I was at
school and sleeping during 90% of the round so far, and the rest of
the time I was trying desparately to finish what homework I had for
today. Sorry; I promise I'll post more next round, but I have to go
to the library, eat food, buy Spirited Away, etc. I might be
able to sneak another story post in before the round closes,
however. Wish me luck!
I feel crummy about this, but I have
to dump off a few votes. Just say people saw PimpMasta Tingle
workin' his stuff, and were either extremely disgusted or extremely
inspired (depending on the vote).
A-vote to Airman A-vote
to Rogue A-vote to Kuma A-vote to Allen A-vote to
Jun A-vote to Kyosuke
Show up more often, will
ya?
R-vote to Alma. *is in awe of the magic writing
powerz* R-vote to Falcon. Still hilarious, still
pimpin'.
Using the Special Ability Allay on Hulk. Ya did a
good deal with Tingle there, and I salute you for it. *salutes
Pin*
Tingle: Clean out and lovin' it.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:59
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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Gotta
do a quick dump before going to the store...then I'll write
something.
A-Vote to Kuma A-Vote to Airman
R-Vote
to Ky
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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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:04
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s p i r i t e d . . .
 Registered: Apr 2003 Location: Limbo
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Meh,
I'm gonna dump the rest of my votes.
1 A-Vote on
Airman
Use special ability repitition on
Tingle.
Daisuke7777, shall I take that as a compliment or
what? 
Where can I
run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:14
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Ex-Turk
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Vincent watched the young “princess Mint” drop to the
floor and cry out in pain, the silver haired man grinning and flying
in the air, twirling as gracefully as a dancer, his hair flowing
naturally and lightly.
“Come…the grave
beckons, and the altar cries out for
six!”
Something in the silver haired man
flickered, and Vincent watched him carefully, and something deep
inside Vincent somehow knew that this man was not up to something
good.
Zalera…
A
crashing sound then entered the dojo, and a ruthless scream tore
through the dojo, and Vincent watched a hulking demon step forward
and fixed its attention onto Mint.
“Look out!” Vincent yelled
out hoarsely and sprang in front of the demon, catching the girl by
the waist, covering her body with his and rolling out of the
smashing and splintering of the wood where the girl once lay.
Getting up just as fast, Vincent quickly released Mint and
watched her fall to the floor, crying out from the black magic the
silver haired man summoned on her, and Mint’s face began to become
redder by the passing moment.
Vincent quickly scanned the
area and didn’t notice the silver haired man in the air anymore, or
anyone else. Vincent turned back and bent down towards Mint, but he
heard the demon’s growl behind him and he suddenly turned, quickly
coming back to his senses with the hunched demon finally
straightened his back.
Over seven feet tall, the demon’s body
was sculptured with nothing but hard strained muscle; its grey skin
glistened with a light blue tint. Its large hand carried a rusted
blade-axe it looked more of- and it had stains of brown embedded
with the rust of the blade. The demon’s snout snarled at Vincent,
and the dead black pools of his eyes sat inset of calloused
skin.
Ah, Rofacale as
well…
The fiend before Vincent let out a blood
curdling scream and Vincent turned his attention to the back of the
demon.
The silver haired man had struck first into the back
of the demon.
“We meet again, Vincent Valentine!” The silver
haired man smirked in Vincent’s direction, and pulled his katana out
from the demon violently, and the demon let out another scream and
turned to swipe its massive blade at the silver haired man, who
vanished just as fast.
“Hey, come back here you [expletive]…”
Vincent turned his head and found Mint coming back to her senses,
slightly wobbly, searching frantically around the room for the
silver haired man with dazed eyes. Vincent joined in the search, but
not a trace of the man could be found.
Rofacale turned his
great head back at Vincent, and piercing eyes gazed at Vincent, who
hastily turned around to face Mint, looking frantically behind her
for any form of safety.
Looking up at the wall, Vincent
noticed a door wide open, mops laid at the bottom of it along with
various buckets and rags falling out. Quickly, Vincent picked Mint
up and removed all of the items with his claw out of the closet,
flinging them all over the floor. Shifting his weight, Vincent
carefully placed the dazed Mint into the closet and closed the door,
much to Mint’s weak resistance.
“Hey, you [expletive]… I want
to get that silver haired man… Let me out…” he heard her soft
muffled voice say, and Vincent rushed to make sure the door stayed
shut with Mint inside of it.
“Just stay in if you value your
life!” Vincent angrily replied and turned back to face the fiend,
who was a lot closer than Vincent had originally hoped for. The
demon was standing nearly right on top of him, and a growl escaped
Rofacale’s throat, low and animalistic.
Something white
blinded Vincent for a moment, and all of a sudden he was thrown from
the wall to somewhere lese in the room, and he felt fire all around
him. Blinking a few times, Vincent lifted his head and saw the demon
had been pushed back as well, and a gaping hole was now in the wall
Vincent had just been at a moment ago.
And Mint stood in
front of the completely burned off door, and shooting Vincent looks
that could kill if she had the power to do so.
“I TOLD you!”
She began, completely back at full strength, and cast a quick eye at
Rofacale before looking at Vincent, “I want to get that silver
haired man!”
“Looking for me, Princess Mint?” A voice
suddenly appeared and it was to the left of Mint. She looked at him
and nearly jumped back into the popping fire behind her at the wall,
and gave the silver haired man a glaring eye.
“Ah, what are
you doing here, little one?” The silver haired man smiled at Mint,
and she stepped back a little, watching Elmdor.
Vincent
noticed Rofacale finally getting his head back into where he was.
Rofacale shook his head to get rid of any daze that was still with
him, and turned his attention back to Vincent, ignoring the silver
haired man and Mint.
Pay close attention again,
Chaos!
Vincent gripped the death penalty tightly in his
hand, concentrated on Rofacale, and held out his gun, pointing
directly into the demon’s face.
Summon your strength to
me, Shiva, Goddess of Ice. Ice2!
Vincent unleashed the
magic from his body and the swirling icicles hit Rofacale in the
face, stinging his eyes a moment and the demon let out another
inhuman scream, shaking the dojo and straightened up again, showing
his entire figure and stared down at Vincent.
Saliva mixed
with blood dripped from Rofacale’s mouth and he hurled forward
towards Vincent, swinging his blade towards Vincent’s head. Ducking
and slipping to the ground to avoid the deadly swing, Vincent rolled
on the ground of the dojo to further his distance with the
infuriated demon.
Or at least tried to.
As Vincent
rolled, he was suddenly choked, his cloak tightened around his
throat and he let out a gasping cough. Quickly with his left hand,
Vincent tore at his mantle with his claw, releasing the blinding
pressure at his neck and twisted his body, avoiding the smashing of
Rofacale’s blade on the wooden floor. Splinters flew everywhere, and
Vincent squeezed his eyes nearly shut, and scrambled to his feet,
staring down at Rofacale’s foot which stood on Vincent’s torn
cloak.
C’mon, c’mon!
Vincent beckoned at the
demon and Rofacale heeded its call.
Vincent let out a shot at
the charging demon, ripping at Rofacale’s shoulder, and Vincent
quickly ran out of the demon’s way, as Rofacale swung his blade
downwards this time, missing Vincent by a step or to, and Rofacale
stumbled to a stop. It hunched itself over again, and Vincent
quickly moved and put eight feet space between him and the demon,
and watched the demon curl itself into a standing ball, holding the
rusted blade close to its body.
“Vincent Valentine!”
Vincent swiftly turned his head and found the silver haired
man, smiling at Vincent. All of a sudden, the man bowed before
Vincent eloquently and came back up with unnatural grey eyes that
seemed to flicker.
Why the hell does everyone know me but
I do not know them?
“Have we met?” Vincent said, slightly
out of breath, and tried to turn his attention back to Rofacale, but
the man spoke before he had a chance to.
“Ah, you do not
remember a past friend? Well then,” The silver haired man removed
strands of hair falling in front of his face and the smile grew, “I
am Mesdoram Elmdor, a past ally of yours in a different
world.”
Do you know him, Chaos?
Zalera.
“You should enlighten me
sometime, then.” Vincent could not hold back on the sarcasm and
turned back to face Rofacale, who was illuminated in an eerie glow
or green light. All seemed to grow dark everywhere else but around
the demon.
“Perhaps when the time is more appropriate…”
Elmdor’s smile grew slightly darker, into a smirk, and he suddenly
vanished. Vincent turned his entire body to see where “Elmdor” had
disappeared to, and didn’t find a trace of anything besides Mint
plastering herself against the wall of the dojo, staring at Vincent
with bright eyes.
Ultima!!
All went dark
moments before Rofacale let out another scream of anguish, and
Vincent flew across the dojo, crashing against the side wall,
tearing at his clothes, ripping his skin. He crumpled against the
side wall, blinking back the blood that fell into his face. He
weakly tried to blow the hair that fell into his eyes out, but
failed miserably. His entire body ached, and he felt completely wet
with blood all over.
Slowly, Vincent moved his aching body
up, and peered around the dojo, and saw the destruction the Ultima
spell had caused. He saw a glimpse of red hair, moving frantically.
Mint managed to get onto her feet, after pushing off part of the
wall that fell on top of her during the blast. She managed to
stumble back a couple of steps before falling back down, still
feeling as dizzy as Vincent felt at that very moment.
Vincent
opened and flexed his right hand, and noticed that he didn’t have
the Death Penalty in his hand. He looked around him as fast as his
spinning head would let him, and noticed the gun lying a few feet
away to his right. Desperately, he reached out and stumbled,
crawling on his stomach to reach his gun. He noticed Rofacale take
notice of Mint, and started to slowly walk towards her, a snarl
escaping the demon’s throat.
Power of the Cetras, bound
your life with mine. Cure!
A pale green light encircled
Vincent, and he felt his chest breath lighter and the blur that was
in his eyes fade back to the same sharpness he had before the blast.
He watched Mint scramble back, trying to escape Rofacale, but a
hideous laughter escaped the demon’s throat, and all color from
Mint’s face left.
Vincent took aim at the demon, and
fired.
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Continue.....
As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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Letting out another scream, Rofacale quickly turned his
attention to Vincent, and snarled his muzzle at him, forgetting all
about Mint and turning his attention back to Vincent.
Vincent let out another shot from the Death Penalty, hitting
Rofacale directly in his hardened thigh, blood seeping from the
fiend’s leg, but it didn’t hinder the pace it was charging after
Vincent.
All of a sudden, a blast came from the right of the
demon, catching Rofacale completely off guard, and it fell, hitting
the ground with a sickening crash, sending more splinters to fly
into the air.
Vincent sank back and leaned against the
shattered wall, and saw a blonde woman appear from the side and
entrance of the dojo smiling at her handiwork and she turned to face
Vincent.
To his surprise, she had three eyes.
A
searing pain all of a sudden soared through Vincent’s body, and
everything around him grew completely hot, and he choked on his
breath. He coughed desperately, trying to focus, trying to get the
blinding sensation away from his eyes. Nauseous swept over Vincent
and he kept coughing, into the direction of his hands and all he saw
now was a crimson red.
He was hacking uncontrollably, his
hands soaked in the blood he coughed, his lungs burned and his head
spun. Vincent tried frantically to move his body, to come back to
any of the senses he had, but failed doing so.
Everything
was too white.
-*-*-*-*
NOTE:
Vincent's passed out right now, so no interaction for him right
now.
As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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~If
You Can't Beat Them~ Sol Badguy--Album 2, Track 2
"Would you like to try and answer
again?"
I asked you first, you son of a
bitch.
Though he had no intention of answering the man's
question, a sarcastic response was in order. He was given no time
for such a reply, however. The throbbing, explosive pain in his head
had become unbearable--been unbearable, really, for several seconds.
How he'd managed to ignore it for this long was beyond him; never
before had he managed to continue for such a length of time without
bypassing the headband's safeguards entirely, something he'd done
only twice. But then, he'd never fought an opponent as powerful as
this man Daisetsu.
Barely keeping his feet on the ground, Sol
let the flames die out, and drew a relieved breath as the pain
subsided and his power diminished.
Daisetsu floated forward
slowly, the massive form of Suzaku surrounding him like a shield of
flame without obscuring him in the slightest. He narrowed his fiery
eyes as Sol came out of the Dragon Install, surprised to discover
his opponent was weaker now that when he'd started the battle, if
only by a little.
"So, your power comes at a
price."
Snorting, Sol crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Yeah, you could say that. But I've had enough years now to get used
to it."
"I see. So you've fought for a long time,
then."
The bounty hunter didn't respond.
"Did you plan
on answering my question, Sol, or should we continue our
battle?"
"You want to know what I fight
for?"
"Indeed."
"...to teach upstart little bastards
like you not to mess with people's lives."
Sol leapt back,
raising the Fireseal as Daisetsu drew his katana once more, the
magnificent phoenix Suzaku still engulfing him. As he reached the
peak of the jump, Sol redirected the focus of his energy, and as
Daisetsu began to advance, he rocketed forward.
Daisetsu
avoided the kick with no discernable effort, seeming to sidestep the
blow though he continued to levitate a foot above the ground. A
simple flick of the wrist sent the bounty hunter hurtling to the
ground, a cloud of dust exploding into the air upon
impact.
"You haven't a chance, Sol. Give it
up."
Fortunately for you, I don't care to lose control
right now. Otherwise you'd be a dead man.
"Whatever," he
said aloud as forced himself up. "You answer my question, I'll
answer yours."
The fiery image of Suzaku seemed to flicker at
Daisetsu's frown, then faded altogether, a quick flash of smoke
signalling the man's return to normal...or as close as the man could
come, anyway.
"Hey, you don't happen to like listening to
music while you fight, do you?"
Daisetsu raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry?"
"Music. Rock and roll. Queen. Any of these ring
a bell?"
The man frowned in response, wondering whether his
opponent was up to something.
"Geh. No wonder you're so damn
uptight. Oh well."
The beat began, and Sol grinned as he dove
forward, the Fuuenken glittering in the sunlight.
When I
hear that rock and roll It gets down to my soul When it's real
rock and roll
The clash of metal seemed to echo the
underlying drumbeat in an ever-quickening tempo. Daisetsu no longer
seemed to be trying to win, instead matching Sol blow-for-blow. The
Kusanagi blade spun, and the Fireseal met it; the rectangular blade
parried and lunged, and the katana blocked
effortlessly.
When I hear that rock and roll It gets
down to my soul When it's real rock and roll Oh rock and
roll
It had been a long time since Sol had put so
much effort into his swordplay; he'd grown accoustomed to relying on
his superior strength and speed in the past, particularly against
fellow swordsman Kiske. But Daisetsu could match his strength and
speed with ease, now.
So they sparred.
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh You really think they like to rock in space Well I don't
know
Sol pressed forward and took the offensive for a
moment, grinning Daisetsu's expression seemed to lighten, until he
actually seemed like he was enjoying himself, even as Sol managed to
score a hit.
One hit to his six. At least I'm
improving, he thought wryly.
He didn't see the girl until
she pounced, and the beat cut off.
"What
the...?"
Wincing as her claws dug into his side, Sol whirled
around, leaving himself open to attack from Daisetsu, but the other
man stopped as well, curious to see what this newcomer
wanted.
A green-haired girl, clad in similiar hues, standing
on all fours. She hissed at him angrily.
"So, little kitty
wants to play, huh?" Sol said sarcastically, rather annoyed by the
whole predicament. Baring his teeth in a mock smile, he raised his
sword and gestured toward the girl. "Well come and get
it."
The girl snarled, charging forward for another swipe,
but Sol was ready this time. He stepped back to avoid her claws,
then dove forward to strike her in the belly with his
fist.
He'd expected her to faint dead away, but the girl was
strong. She grunted, then leapt at him, this time scoring a hit
along his thigh.
Sol fell back, and incredulous look on his
face.
"She a friend of yours?" he asked Daisetsu, who'd
sheathed his sword.
The man raised an eyebrow at the comment.
"No, but she is tied to me, the same way you are."
"...I'm
what now?"
The third strike caught Sol completely off-guard,
the girl's nails digging into his shoulder painfully.
"God
damn it!" he yelled, the back of his hand striking her forehead just
as she leapt back.
This time, the girl fell to the ground,
dazed but still conscious.
There was a
pause.
"Wh...what?" the summoner managed. "What's going
on?"
What the hell?
Rolling his eyes, Sol stuck
the Fireseal into the dirt beside him and knelt beside the girl, who
leaned away from him nervously.
"You tell me,
kid."
And I thought a giant fighting bear was the weirdest
thing I was going to see on this
trip.
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ShinkuuR.
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Blade of Vengeance
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Go
time.
Chipp
was now wandering the streets of the really rather beautiful city
(well, beautiful in a plants/trees/grass/waterfall kind of way),
feeling full of pep. Really, he thought, there was no greater high
than combat, no better rise to be gained than to be in the midst of
battle, blood pumping, heart racing, and the surprising delight to
be gained from drawing blood...
Yes,
Chipp, but be mindful that such highs can still enslave, and it is
much more difficult to break an addiction to battle. Even your own
struggle with the poison would be like a trip to Disney World in
comparison.
Shishou, I know...
Yet he still
hadn't come down from his high yet; he figured, why not enjoy it a
bit more? At the same time, he felt as if his mind was racing;
thoughts burned through his skull at a manic pace.
Thoughts
of that Sol Badguy. Funny seeing the guy who served Testament a nice
plate of whupass in the final rounds of the Tournament (he hadn't
been there, thank God--the Holy Order's base in Paris had been
WRECKED--but he had watched the live telecast). And if he'd have to
compete with him to achieve God's power... well, then, it'd
certainly be interesting. As well, Ky was there--he had seen him
fighting, of all things, a bear in the arena. Damn, it'd suck if
he were still pissed at me for attacking him and all. I mean, he was
in my way, but still, he didn't really deserve it...
Hell, at the rate things were going, he might almost expect
Slayer (have you ever really accomplished
anything at all?) or Justice or somebody to
show.
Thoughts of the impending war. Sure, this would be his
ticket to godhood (if that even happened), but... did he even know
what a Naclos was? Who's to say it wasn't some six-armed,
twelve-headed freak like that last dude he fought? Or, who's to say
it wasn't something... worse? Out of nowhere he remembered seeing
that Hugh Jass phoenix rising out of Dai back at Sand City, feeling
it burn across his brain like... well, like a phoenix rising from
the ashes of its rebirth, or something. He remembered, too, seeing
the vaguest something gleam watching underneath the deep
pools of black that were Jun's eyes... sensing it ripple through her
spirit... if that was anything like what Dai was throwing
around--if, moreover, he had to fight something that had THEM
shook... well, geez, what was there for him to do?
Thoughts
about Jun. Admittedly, these thoughts filled the majority of his
skullpan. And although a few of these were concerned with the nature
of her power, quite a few more were fixated on her beautiful dark
hair, her eyes, her...
Aww, it looks
like the little knucklehead is in LO-OOOVE!
What? How
can you insinuate--
Chipp, it's obvious
that you are quite smitten with Jun. Which is regrettable. A ninja
must always be focused on the here and now! A moment's distraction
is death--in fact, that's why that nine-headed dragon muthafuck
almost punk'd you! I swear, you never pay--LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M
SPEAKING TO YOU--
Shishou, with all due respect...
please shut up.
And, surprisingly (as well as
thankfully), he did, leaving Chipp to his dreams and
thoughts... Thoughts about random samurai trying to ***z him.
Damn, some nut trying to murder me before I even had a body, some
silver-haired bish throwing down on me like some kind of demon,...
ye gods, what up with that?
Suddenly, he noticed the
strangest thing--a red-headed streak toinged by him, muttering
something ("I'm sorry I had to get you out of there I'm
sorry") incomprehensible. Immediately upon recognizing the face
of Shizu (and reading the fear plainly written upon it-- this from a
glance which had barely lasted two seconds. ph33r da skillz), his
senses went on full alert. Some awesome spirit force was manifest
nearby--in a nearby dojo, it seemed. He could almost smell the
stench of other recently-depleted life force (or rather, "death"
force, for whatever had been recently dispatched was quite easily
the antithesis of life) emanating from the same place. He also feels
another force, again with the stench of death hanging over it, but
much stronger than the "dead" ones. There were many people in the
main room of the dojo, making a fight there very harder--but the
force brooding there was extremely powerful. Still, he had to move
in-- if either achieved their target (which had to be either
Shizu-shishou or Alma, guessing by how fast they were zooming), then
the game was done.
In not a second later he had a
plan.
Without a word he switched into the Tsuyoshi-shiki
Meisai, flickering out of view.... wait, no, he wasn't flickering,
he was all the way gone. Could this be it? Part of the "power"
that we're to receive? he thought. In any case, he fired up his
legs, ready to jet in--
a humongous surge of
energy--
one of the forces disappeared--
and the dojo
crumpled on itself.
What do you think Chipp
said?
---- And, it's.... VOTE DUMP
TIME!
A-Votes on: Airman Daisetsu Kuma Rogue Kalten Dorrin
R-Votes
on: Shizumaru Opera Vectra Setsuna (I want you to
survive, so we can have a duel-- on equal terms...)
Uses
Ability: Vanish
Chipp Zanuff R2 Status: All votes
exhausted.
TT
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Vice
was fighting in the arena when she felt it. Something dark, strong,
and old. She could feel it calling out to her from across the town.
She picked up the gladiator she was fighting, quickly snapped his
neck, then headed towards the source of the sensation.
Once
she started to get near to the feeling she noticed that the streets
were full of panic. People were running around in search of some
form of shelter. Vice strolled calmly through the chaos, reveling in
the mad rush of the crowd. As she made her way towards the source of
the panic she watched as a young woman tripped and got trampled on
by the panicking throng. Unfortunately a man saw her and helped her
up to her feet before she was beaten to death. Vice frowned at the
turn of events and continued her trek.
When Vice finally
reached the source of the strange feelings she found herself outside
a martial arts dojo, albeit one that had sustained significant
structural damage fairly recently. Vice frowned at the fact that she
had obviously missed out on some fun. She shrugged her shoulders and
dashed inside, ready to face whatever she found there.
Inside the dojo was a tall demonic ceature, absolutely
radiating with dark energy. Arrayed around him were an arrangement
of fighters, including Mature. The dark being intrigued Vice, but
she knew that first and foremost she had to take care of her
partner. She launched forward in a fierce shoulder charge, aiming to
knock the demon into the air so she could pull off her patented
follow-up body slam. But when she came into contact with the man she
felt herself bouncing back, as if she had slammed into a brick
wall.
Vice skidded back, angry at her attack’s failure. The
tall demon turned around and faced her, a cocky smirk on his face.
Vice braced herself for the inevitable counterattack.
Vote
Dump. :P
A-Votes against: Allen
Kite Max Rogue AirMan Adol
R-Votes for: Daisetsu Alma Captain
Falcon King
Single Out against
Kite
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In which Shang
Tsung teams up with King to compete in the Arena...
Shang
Tsung was beaten, battered, and thoroughly humiliated. Mal'Ganis had
made him, he who had made entire worlds tremble, beg for
mercy. Needless to say, the sorcerer was not to take this lying
down, and he certainly wasn't going to let Mal'Ganis get away
with this. At least, not while he could yet attack.
It is
fairly easy for a sorcerer to detect a summoned unit. There is
always an energy field around them, faint it is true, but detectable
nonetheless. And Shang Tsung had felt this field around two demonic
creatures that were dominating the two-versus-two
brackets.
But, of course, if Shang Tsung wanted to defeat the
two demons, he would need a partner. Preferably a man, who was
strong and could soak up damage for him. But who would be foolish
enough to do so?
The answer, thankfully, was right in front
of the sorcerer's nose. A man dressed in a white shirt with a purple
vest, a golden belt, dress slacks, and white/purple shoes...
Certainly an interesting attire, and the gloves and bowtie did
nothing to delude the sorcerer. He's an outsider, as well.
Perhaps he wouldn't mind joining this battle with
me...
The Oriental sorcerer strode to the man, who was
looking at the two-versus-two brackets. This should be easier
than I thought...
Shang Tsung offered a bow. "Excuse me,
but I notice that you are interested in the two-versus-two
tournament. Perhaps we could... team together?"
The blond man
stared at Shang Tsung, then laughed. "You were the man that was
defeated only a few minutes ago. You're still lucky to be
alive."
Shang Tsung silently gnashed his teeth, then offered
a smile. "Perhaps, but that means that I have nothing left to lose.
Besides, who else are you going to find that will combat those two
demons that are dominating the bracket."
The man mused about
this, then offered his hand. "Very well then. My name is King, and
it is a pleasure fighting with you."
Shang Tsung smiled. "You
know who I am, apparently, so let us prepare for the
battle."
Suddenly, a voice boomed throughout the Arena.
"Making their way to the Arena from the west side, at a combined
weight of three hundred, forty-seven pounds... Shang Tsung
and Kiiiiiing!"
The two stood in the center of the
ring, Shang Tsung plotting how to defeat the Doom Guards, King
waving to the fans. That is, until the sorcerer saw Mal'Ganis's
face. He offered a brief wave and a smirk. Unsurprisingly, there
were very few fans indeed that were cheering for Shang Tsung.
Indeed, most of the comments were of the contrary
nature.
"Shang Tsung you [censored]!" "Lay the smackdown
on Shang Tsung!" "What? What? What?" "King, I want to bear
your children!"
After a brief pause, the announcer continued,
"Making their way to the Arena, from the north side, weighing in at
a mind-boggling combined weight of one thousand, eighteen hundred
and seventy-six pounds, the Doom Guard!"
The crowd
went absolutely wild. That is, until they saw that only one Doom
Guard entered the Arena. Shang Tsung stared at
Mal'Ganis.
Mal'Ganis offered a slight shrug, then sat down to
watch the match.
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Daisetsu knelt to the ground as well, his blade
sheathed. "How peculiar... it seems you actually fed off Suzaku's
power and created an emulation of it."
The young woman shook
her head, as if to clear cobwebs from her mind. "I don't know... I
saw you two fighting, and when I saw that pheonix... I was drawn to
it irresistably, like a moth to a flame. Then I wake up next to you
two."
"I see."
Sol grunted. "Now, since that's
finished..." The Fireseal hissed out of its place, ready for
combat.
Daisetsu shook his head. "I'm ready to answer you
now."
Sol's arm lowered. "Well then, let's hear
it."
"Sol, I fight for several reasons. I fight to protect
those precious to me. I fight for the survival of my nation--my
people. I fight, to repent for an earlier mistake I could not
control." He smiled ironically. "But, I'm selfish, and rightfully
so, since one cannot accomplish anything in this world without
treading on the toes of others."
He fixed the Gear then with
a stare formed of iron. "You spoke of 'messing with the lives of
others', Sol. I could care less about that. You're right, I ripped
you and a grab-bag of people from other dimensions forcefully.
Without consideration. And I'd do it again, if the choice was
mine. Because I'd do anything to save those people who I hold
dear in my heart."
Sol growled at that. "Who fucking gives
you the right to tamper with the lives of others?"
Daisetsu's
eyes did not change. "No-one but myself. I have the power to make
the choice, and I decided that those loss of the lives of my people
outweighed that of temporarily putting your lives on hold. That's
all."
"Then you're a fucking hypocrite! You can't weigh human
lives yourself like you're some kind of god!"
Daisetsu's
smile turned bitter. "For someone as old as yourself, you're awfully
naive. Wake up, Sol. What is a general doing when he orders troops
to attack enemy forces? No, he's not 'rolling the dice' and seeing
what comes of it; he's weighing lives--that of his own men against
that of the enemy. You should feel lucky--this is like a child's
version of the same game, since at least YOU get to
live."
Sol was oddly silent--because just a second ago, he'd
sounded like Kiske.
"...I can tell you understand my
sentiment. Was my answer satisfactory?"
"...Cheh. I get it,
at least."
"Then, I'll take my leave of you now." Daisetsu
picked up Rydia in his arms; the young summoner having passed out
sometime near the beginning of their conversation, and strode
through the forest like it didn't exist. I seem to be carrying
women everywhere, he thought with a twist of irony and
bitterness mixed.
And for a time, Sol was quiet, standing
there alone in the jungle.
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Daisetsu is taking
Rydia into a hidden grove in the jungle, to train her to focus her
power properly. She will gain +2 EXP.
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Exeter: Looks like you figured it out. Gotcha
coming.
EDIT: After reading Darkblade's post, never
mind.
SRK Battle
Poll II:10th place - Edge SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place -
Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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Cue
song: Schindler's List - Theme Song
Kyo Kusanagi, in Bruce
Banner's body, has seen freedom for the first time.
We
forget...that even though he's just a test tube character, this is
still the first day he's alive.
Whatever.
Bruce and the Hulks had to
settle for the vibrant scenery of the stone lined apartments on the
street Kyo ran straight through.
This
harkens back to the shaky handycam in low budget art films. For some
reason, I feel more at home as a spectator watching the
world...through his eyes.
So I'm not that
exciting?
Ah, but you never had burning
ambition.
Kyo found the arena, entered, and began
to browse the audience for the man he wanted to
find.
Damn, he's not here! I thought
he'd be here of all places.
...K', isn't
it?
...
Kyo took a
hasty retreat. He didn't want to waste any time here. He was getting
frustrated now; he could now punch people, and now, there was
no one here to take it?
"OH, FUCK THIS!!! FUCK THIS!!!" the
boy shouted. Blinded by frustration, Kyo entered the nearest
building he could find.
Speak of the
devil, it is an art house.
Paintings. Films.
Statues. Poetry. All lined up for perusal and critique. But, there
was no one here.
...maybe I can
find a bench to lay on and die or something.
Kyo
looked for a reason to stay here. He tried to convince himself he
was tired, or thirsty, from running, or that he was lazy; a
perfectly acceptable reason for rest in the cynical age he was born
from. But, to admit that he wanted to stay in this museum of
artwork, for the purpose of enriching his heart? To not interpret
the want of emotion as a sign of weakness went against his ideal
self.
You don't seem to understand that fighting, that
way you want it, is an artform; you are free when you can express
yourse-
...
He did not hear you, Bruce.
...how is
that possible?
Now the boy's heart; he
fights his own Hulk.
***
Lantis didn't answer the question!
That's an A-Vote!
This leaves us...with 3 A-Votes and 2
R-Votes.
The correct answer: while I am not aware
of any other links between Married...With Children and Neon Genesis
Evangelion, Frank Sinatra's Love and Marriage and Fly Me to the Moon
are featured in both series' soundtracks.
A-Vote!
Setsuna!
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quote:
Originally posted by ShinkuuR Exeter: Looks like you
figured it out. Gotcha coming.
EDIT: After reading Darkblade's post, never
mind.
But it's still your turn.
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Joe, I recall the mishap we had
last time.
What the hell are you
talking about?
The Vote Burn. We
were irresponsible and did not cast our final votes in time. Today,
we will rectify this.
Okay, sure,
sure, vote off whoever you want.
So I have a shot at it now? Fine, here are my picks:
Alma, Dorrin, and Vice & Mature. I would like to R-Vote Rydia
and Adol Christian.
... Wait a
second. Who the hell are they? And you're R-Voting Rydia?! What's
gotten into you?!
I found your
quarrel with her amusing! But Alma, and Vice & Mature, are
faring rather...well. Alma, especially. And, Dorrin is Alma's lord.
As for saving Adol Christian, well, I would rather he stay around
for the opportunity of the R-Vote Sweepstakes to remain open to us
all.
Next time I see that ho, it's
a slap to the face, that's right.
Here's my
question to you all: why the fuck do you A-Vote no-shows, of all
people? They are of absolutely no threat to anyone in the game, and
eventually, these wasted A-Votes will become a deciding factor over
who will win.
A-Vote! Alma! A-Vote! Dorrin! A-Vote!
Vice & Mature! R-Vote! Rydia! R-Vote! Adol
Christian!
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New College Grad! Whoo!
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quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77
But it's
still your turn.
I know. Gotcha coming.
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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quote:
Originally posted by Bowling Pin [i]Here's my
question to you all: why the fuck do you A-Vote no-shows, of all
people? They are of absolutely no threat to anyone in the game,
and eventually, these wasted A-Votes will become a deciding factor
over who will win.
That always happens in the opening rounds- sort
of a culling of the no-shows, since otherwise they just stay in even
if they don't bother to play. ^^; It's nothing personal, and it
might seem like they're wasted, but next round, you'll see the blood
really start to fly, since the A-Votes have to go to people who're
playing.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:44
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Heaven or Hell?
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No-shows generally get voted - well, because they
haven't shown up. It's considered fair to vote them out first,
leaving the people who are actually taking part to
continue.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:45
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Eight
fights later, Testament is still undefeated. Seven of ten opponents
have been killed; one was Tsung, spared by the judge, two others
fought well enough to earn a pardon from the judge. All the rest,
bloodthirsty men whose greed earned their death. But now...there's
something strange in the air. Its a sense that something is very,
very WRONG, somewhere in this city. Sensing this, Testament breaks
off his successful arena fighting career, heading towards the place
from which this dark miasma seems to emanate, moving at the speed of
darkness...
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Vote dump time.
The winners of
our A-Votes for today:
A double strength A-Vote to Lord Dorrin One A-Vote to
AirMan One A-Vote to Rogue
One R-Vote to
Lord Daisetsu
Testament is now
headed to the battlesite to confront the source of the evil
(Zalera).
If you choose to use him in a post, just don't
make him do anything too far out of character.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:48
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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He was
in the remains of the dojo in a ZIP!, taking in the last scenes of
the battle. Vincent was in a heap, leaning against the remains of a
wall; some blond chick (am I dreaming, or does she have three
eyes? ...yep, she does) had just put a last cap into the smoking
ruin of a HUGE demon with green horns. The others stood around it in
a loose circle, nursing their own wounds and burns (doubtless
inflicted by the huge blast).
Damn, I should have just
stayed in the arena. Damn
sckraight.
"Are you all okay?" he asked to the
stragglers--the red-headed chick, the three-eyed lady, a
black-haired woman (she looked Japanese ^^) with two gats, and two
women in business suits. Most looked around, confused at the source
of the voice; others simply grimaced (in this number were most of
the surviving monks). "Well, it looks like I made it to the party a
little late.... seems I'm stuck with clean-up." This only helped to
spread the confusion. "Oh, woops, heh heh... forgot I was invisible.
Well, anyway--" He shrugged--but had little time to do anything
else. Out of nowhere the demon's energy surged again, and in moments
it was on its feet again, its wounds gushing black ichor from the
apparent effort. Its eyes flickered red; it stretched back its claw,
ready to gut the woman who had caused it such pain.
Chipp
happened to be right in front of her. And, luckily, e could read the
thing's moves a mile away.
"Too slow, bitch!" he yelled,
leaping up into the air and wrapping himself around its neck. "Time
to die!" And with that, he slit its throat with a quick slash,
dismounting with the momentum of the slash.
Strangely
enough, the Genrouzan actually did not kill the beast. Even though
its neck was slit, it was still able to stare at him, hate filling
its red-flecked eyes. Yes it was looking at him, not through;
the invisibility was apparently useless on the
beast.
"...you....kill..." it rasped, the voice grinding
through its vocal chords.
"Nah, I think you're the one that's
gonna bite the bullet tonight," he proclaimed before leaping up with
a quick flurry of blows to its twisted, skeletal head. These had
barely any effect, and he had to struggle to dodge its clumsy but
wide swings. Damn, I'm still not all "back" yet... Quickly he
leapt back and peppered the beast with shuriken. No effect.
"Zen in himmel, will someone please give a ninja a HAND
here???" he screamed while dodging another one of its
attacks.
TT
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:53
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Just
thought I'd pop out my votes..
1 A-vote to Rogue 1 A-vote
to Lord Dorrin
Scattered Rain, hitting Lords Daisetsu and
Jun
R-vote to Lord Kalten R-vote to Sol R-vote to
Testament
That should be it...
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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