Bugenhagen |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:52
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
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*laughs at everyone* Great, great. Sorry I don't have
enough time to write a decent post. I will be taking Falcon
up on that offer, though, JSG. It'll just have to wait a little
while. I'm dying Easter eggs! *squeals like a little
girl*
But just to finish off the rest of my votes...
1
A-vote to Daisetsu.
Tingle: Clean out and proud of
it.
I might hop back in later on. Depends on how late the
round goes.
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Larrok |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:11
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Junior Member
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Vote
dumping time...
1 A-vote to Hulk Shang
Tsung Kuma Rogue K'
1 R-vote
to Ky Testament Sol Alma
Nothing against
anyone here, except no-shows... just gotta get rid of these
votes.
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Soujiro
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:15
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The Silver Ogre
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Act I – Death and the Angel –
II
From a high rooftop, he watched those below with
eyes of empty silver. They moved, he perceived. But there was no
sight; no illusion of color that wandered into his
mind.
Justice – Libra – was blind; this he knew for a fact.
What many people were unaware of was that he, Death, was as
well.
Blind yes; blind I may be. But I
see it...I see more than any mortal ever shall. And I feel the
breath, the soft whisperings of those long departed, as their
singing elevates me. I know that which brings the fright of death
even to the door of every man’s heart.
Tell me, have you
accepted it yet?
The body of Mesdoram Elmdor held
out his arms, flexing the muscles in them. Blood ran strong and hot
in his sculpted form, the Asura lay dormant in its scabbard at his
side. And yet, of his body, he was not in control. His flesh had
become solid in the time that man, Daisetsu, had said, but he had
not yet felt his own blood’s warmth.
The Darkness...here it runs strong. Many have felt
its touch; some have baptized themselves in its black waters. But
from their essences, I cannot discern that of the Sleeping King.
How...bothersome. But, eons have passed since last I walked the
sphere of the mortal world. Those who feel the Darkness; they will
feel my eye upon them, and perhaps in time, find me.
Or I
find them.
Elmdor raised his eyebrow as a sandy
gust swept past him.
Huh?
“Alpha Brade!” The
wind whipped and a sight from the corner of his eye became a blur,
hurtling toward him at a wild speed. The crimson cape fluttered in a
spiral as Elmdor spun around, yanking his sword halfway from its
sheath. That was all the time he had, and then a silvery crescent
blade slowed down as it impacted his own half-drawn katana. The
unprepared-for assault threw him roughly to the ground. He rolled as
the flat, sandy rooftop gave up clouds of dust, then looked
up.
The blur had taken the form of a man, who now stood with
his hands folded together in a monk-like pose. His hair glimmered a
shade of silver remarkably similar to Elmdor, but stood defiantly in
the face of gravity, looking for all the world like the man had been
permanently electrified. His black top was pulled tightly around his
lithe form, and his white pants were a bit dusty and stained with a
few flecks of blood here and there.
“Hajimemashite, man.” He
smirked even as his arms took their positions in front of him. “I
thought I saw you earlier, maybe. Whatever...anyway, you’re a
samurai, right?” As he directed his line of sight downward to
Elmdor’s sword, the Marquis replaced the katana in its sheath. “Not
Japanese, that’s for sure. Maybe an enthusiast?”
“That
speed...” Elmdor brought his hands up, curving his stance into one
of the Eastern martial poses. “Would you mind showing it to me
again?” He broke the stance for only a moment, to throw back over
his shoulder a stray lock of his silvery hair.
So easy to read, so easy...so overconfident. How
shall I turn it to thy downfall?
“Let’s go!”
shouted Chipp Zanuff as his powerful legs carried him far above the
rooftop. “Find me!” His body seemed to shimmer and disappear as he
began his descent.
One of the master ninjas’ secret
techniques, the ‘Sunken State’ – is this that? Then perhaps this boy
is more dangerous than the rifraff I took him for – Elmdor’s
thoughts were interrupted by a smashing blow to the right side; the
violent force causing him to stagger back – and right into a flaming
star that singed his flesh. Another invisible blow struck him flat
in the chest, forcing the wind from his lungs. The young ninja
glimmered before his eyes before disappearing again. He only heard
the youth’s voice.
“How’s that for speed? You had enough
yet?” Cocky and self-assured – the voice of the invisible ninja
exuded those qualities as, somewhere on the rooftop, he was planning
his next strike only moments from now.
I must control the
battlefield; that is how I might turn this battle in my
favor.
With a flash of crimson, black, and silver, Elmdor
ran the few steps to the edge of the flat roof and jumped, taking to
the air as he vaulted over the wide street below and to the roof of
the building on the opposite side.
“Holy Zen!,” shouted
Chipp, phasing back into view. “He’s not getting away from me like
that!” Following the path his silver-haired opponent had taken, he
quickly gained his top speed, springing away from what seemed like
only the very edge of the building’s roof. He gyrated in the air
like an expert gymnast, having plenty of air time to spare. His
landing found him skidding on the sand-made roof, readying his next
jump even as the dust rolled behind his still-moving
form.
“Beta Blade!” His rising attack shot vertically up at
the jumping Elmdor, the blade on Chipp’s arm glinting in the bright
sunlight. The older man seemed to flip upside-down in the air as
Chipp’s attack came dangerously close to severing some major
limb.
“Wave Fist!” Elmdor’s palms flashed briefly, sending
out a speeding energy blast that crashed point-blank into Chipp. The
two midair-battling warriors were blown back from each other, and
dust was unsettled from the rooftops where they landed. Chipp heard
only the word ‘Fira!’ as he sprang up from his landing site just in
time to jump away from a tall column of swirling flames that bursted
forth from the roof. Even as he did so, smaller balls of fire rained
down on his position, exploding where they hit the hard sand
surface.
“Whoa baby!” Chip triple-somersaulted forward and
tucked his legs in as he sailed on the wind toward his opponent. But
Elmdor was also up, and looked nowhere near ready to lay down and
yield. Chipp seemed to gain on him; the crimson-caped man wasn’t
moving. Realizing he seemed to be holding the advantage, Chipp’s
body shimmered once more as his physical form disappeared into the
environs around him. “Find me...if you can!” he taunted as his
arm-mounted blade was readied for another strike. “Alpha
Blaaaaaaade!” Chipp’s speed once again superceded what would have
been visible as he hurtled forward, wild silver hair whipping in the
wind that he himself created.
Can you
see that which cannot be seen? As powerful as you think you are,
that is an impossibility. But I, who cannot ‘see’, see all things!
All becomes grey, grey becomes the
grave...!
Elmdor closed his eyes, and only then,
‘saw’ the ninja almost upon him! “Hah!” he grunted, catching Chipp’s
blade between two of his fingers with a satisfying smile. Chipp
faded back into view, in the air, with a shocked look on his
face.
I can’t believe he found me! Great Buddha
almighty!
Elmdor’s movement did not cease with just his
blade grasping. Instantly clasping the blade between both his hands,
he captured the ninja’s momentum, flinging him off the roof toward
the ground below.
“Holy Zen!” Though Chipp was genuinely
caught off-guard, his quick thinking gave him one way to even the
odds. And that way had better the hell work. “If I’m goin’ down,
you’re comin’ with me man!” Twisting his legs, he grabbed the corner
of the swordsman’s cape between his feet. In a second, the cape
snapped taut, and the force of Chipp’s falling body yanked Elmdor
from his rooftop perch down toward the street below, following the
young man who was laughing at his plight even as he hurtled toward
the same street himself.
It’s never the falling that
hurts, Chipp thought, so much as an awkward
landing.
Well...crap.
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1 A-Vote to
Tingle 1 A-Vote to Rogue 1 A-Vote to Kalten
1 R-Vote to
Vice and Mature 1 R-Vote to King
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:20
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"...Ow..." Jason groaned, still smoldering a little from
the bomb blast. "Shouldn't have cracked that joke about 'em.
Don't bother with them for now. You're outnumbered, and the last
thing you need is to get involved with another demon. At least you
got a GBA out of the deal. 'Course, you already HAD one anyway....
Where'd Vader run off to?"
"...Ow..." Jason repeated as
another surge of pain passed. "Okay, stop daydreaming and heal
yourself." Reaching into his bag, his thoughts focused on a root
and some water. He drew on their energies as usual, and sent the
soothing wave of the Heal formula over his body. The formula started
working it's magic, ridding his skin and even his clothes of the
various burns and other damage. He got back on to his feet, and
scanned his surroundings.
"Vader~!" The fanboy called out,
walking down the city streets. "Where are you? Here boy~!"
---- "Where the heck is he?" He thought, having been
searching for the past hour for his dog. "He was with me when I
left King, how far could he have-" His question was answered
before he could even ask it. Heading straight for him was the cow
from his earlier Bovine formula, mooing in terror as a familiar
Jackal barked close behind.
"Vader!" Jason shouted. "What do
you think you're doing?!" He got no reply, and instead had to jump
out of the way as the cow stampeded forward, narrowly missing Jason,
and smashing into another man who was accompanied by a talking head
on a stick.
"Woc yawanur, aohw!" the head
screamed. ---- "Enough is enough..." Jason thought as
he followed the two animals through the city. All other attempts had
failed, and he was begining to run out of breath. Taking in a deep
breath, Jason shouted as loud as he could in a commanding tone.
"VADER~!!"
Finally, Vader heard his master, and slowed down
to a stop. Turning around to greet his master, Vader asked, "Do you
have to shout?"
"Yes.... What were you doing chasing that
cow?" Jason asked.
"Stomach's growling." Vader replied. "Gut
told me it wanted meat, so I decided to put your cow to
use."
"...Must be your form." Jason guessed. "Being a jackal
must increase your predatory instincts."
"Whatever." Vader
stated. "I'm still hungry, so I'm gonna see about that...... Aw,
crap!" Jason and Vader turned around to where the cow had run off
to. It had crashed into a large bear, who decided that it too, was
hungry. The jackal frowned as it's meal had been stolen by something
much higher on the food chain. "There goes dinner..."
Jason
flashed a smile at his old friend. "Cheer up, I got some jerky
treats you munch on." As he reached into his bag, he noticed his new
surroundings. Close by, He saw a glass shop that had been devastated
by what he would guess have been a battle. A man wearing black had
just left, leaving behind two people clad who looked
injured
"Hold on a sec. Let's see what we can do for those
people over
there." ______________________________________________
1
A-vote to Adol Christian(Crusader)!
Using Lord Kalten's
special ability Scattered Fire On Adol Christian, and
Kuma(Simplistic Hero)!
1 R-Vote to Kuma!(one little cow goes
a long way for votes)
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The
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
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King Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self Section
5
King, still somewhat pissed about that
white-haired, dark-skinned, sword-wielding maniac, had managed to
become less irate after shoving aside a large number of slow moving
people, four of whom she guessed were contestants. She was still
running, or rather, jogging through town, though, in rush to get as
far away from that man as possible.
Perhaps he’s attracted
to men with short hair. Or perhaps he knows and was trying to
cope a feel. Either way, that most likely would have ended in some
form of rape. And for K’’s sake, I sort of hope it wasn’t the
former.
King closed her eyes as she visibly shuddered,
still jogging. This frightened some of the more impressionable
townspeople who thought they were seeing the ghost of a person who
had froze to death from the desert nights. When King stopped and
opened her to look at what part of town she was in, she saw nothing.
Not the type of nothing that would be use to describe a part of town
that was desolate in terms of populous and completely devoid of any
type of buildings. Literal nothingness.
"Ah! I'm blind!" King
exclaimed, in her normal, womanly voice.
"ACTUALLY," the
voice to seem to boom around here, but was somehow also centralized
above her. "YOU'RE IN MY PERSONAL SPACE. MY VERY PERSONAL
SPACE. WOULD YOU MIND STEPPING OUT OF ME?."
King took
a quick hop back, and halfway through the jump her vision returned.
Slowly her focus came upon and first thing she saw was the tanned
skin of the tall, well-built man she had been in.
"Sorry,"
she apologized, but in voice that was more manly than last time. "I
should watch where I am going."
"No problem," the man replied
nonchalantly, as she had merely spilled a drop of water on him.
"However, now you're in my mace. Mind moving back
again?"
"Sure!" King blared, her voice made unmanly and
overly zealous by embarrassment. She took another swift hop back,
allowing herself to get an even better view of him. Had King been as
anger and depressed as she still was under the embarrassment, she
probably would have swooned for him internally at first
glance.
"Thanks." The man smiled.
"No need to be
uptight though. After all, we wouldn't want one of our saviors dying
from materializing instead another solid object," the man warmly
stated. He noticed her slightly cringe at the idea.
"Savior?
I'm no savi..."
"Sure you are!" The man beamed. "We have
faith in you, as you must us. Most of all, Daisetsu has faith in
you. Don't let him down."
King sheepishly nodded in
response.
"Now, if you may excuse me," the man said politely,
but it almost sounded like a question with that much humility behind
it. "I was on a walk in one direction, you, obviously, were in a run
in the other. Therefore, while I would wish to walk with you, I have
to find an associate of mine. Excuse me."
King moved to the
side, still quite embarrassed.
"Oh," the man smacked his head
as he stopped right next to her. "How rude of me not to introduce
myself. My name is Dorrin. Yours?"
"King."
"King?"
Dorrin pondered aloud. "That's certainly an odd name? Did your
mother name you that?"
"No."
"Oh," Dorrin stated,
though not at surprised with the reply. He continued passing her.
After a few more steps, he continued walking again, as did
she.
"An odd pseudonym, especially for a woman," Dorrin
muttered, as loud enough for King to hear.
Great, you
moron! Now he knows!
King began running again and didn't
look back, not realizing that she too was solid as she
vanished.
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EDIT: Oh, I nearly forgot.
R-Vote
to Jun. R-Vote to Elmdor.
Vanish ability
used.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:32
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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Voting
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:39
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Jellomancer
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Amethyst stopped dead in his tracks as a flare of energy
registered in his mind.
That aura... I've felt it before,
but it's... different now?
Another flare, and he pivoted
towards the source.
Over there... He sighted a tall
building in the area the flare originated from and closed his
eyes.
Bokura ni yuku michi o
ataeru...
GATE
Amethyst opened his eyes and
looked down from his perch. There, two speeding blurs flung
themselves back and forth. As they paused, Amethyst caught glimpses
of the fighters.
Him. Silver hair... that cape... the
sword... Where have I seen him before...
Images flashed
to his mind. Fei. Aya. Red Mage. JC Denton. Kaiki's fight... That
was him there, I felt the same aura from that
tower...
Elmdor-sensei... but something is... more sinister
about him now.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:54
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Votes
have been tallied. When my story post comes in (likely past 8 by a
bit), this round is over.
'|' A-Votes 'x'
R-Votes
Daisetsu --- The Red
Phoenix (0 EXP)
Sponsors ||Bowling Pin - The
Hulk(Marvel Super Heroes) xxSwitchblade - Vice and Mature(The
King of Fighters) |||||Dry31 - Testament(Guilty
Gear) |||||Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts) ||Exeter -
Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear) |ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy
IV) |||||||||||||||||colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter
EX) ||||||||||||Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi
2) |||||||||||||Simplistic Hero - Kuma(Tekken) |||||Larrok -
Max (Tales of Destiny II)
Sidekicks m121akuma - Dan
Hibiki(Street Fighter Alpha) Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II) Anoat
- Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)
Kalten --- The
Blue Dragon(0 EXP)
Sponsors xxxxCurley W -
Jason Soe w/ Vader Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second
Story) ||||||||||Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of
Fighters) |||S-Chicken Boner - Adol Christian(Y's) Baka - Ky
Kiske(Guilty Gear)* ||||||San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's
skeleton(Mortal Kombat) |||||||||||||||Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival
Schools) ||Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash
Bros.) xKrizak - Mint(Threads of Fate) ->
DORRIN
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street Fighter) Samus
Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash Bros.)
Jun
--- The Green Dragon(0 EXP)
Sponsors xxThe
Damned - King(The King of Fighters) |||||Wayne -
Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III) ||||||Nif -
Kite(.hack//infection) |Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty
Gear) ||||||Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy
VII) |||eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the
Atom)
Sidekicks Psycho Power
J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram
Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Dorrin
--- The White Tiger(0
EXP)
Sponsors ||||Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa
Frontier) |Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics) xxxxxCarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown) xMageusBlack - Maya
Amano(Persona) ||||||||||||||||pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The
Power Battles) ||||||||||||Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street
Fighter) Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind
Waker)
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung rests from his endeavors, and meets Maya
Amano...
Shang
Tsung slowed down, then stopped. While he had gained a small amount
of souls, they were of mediocre quality, and not of true value to
him. Little more than light snacks. Speaking of
snacks...
There was an extremely nice resturant in the middle
of the city, and it beckoned to Shang Tsung like a huge beacon. He
needed little urging to come in.
A waiter bowed to him, and
motioned to a seat. "How may I serve you today..." He took a look at
Shang Tsung's rich clothes and well-polished poise.
"Sir?"
Shang Tsung smiled. "A little wine, please. And I'm in
the mood for some pate de fois gras and roast mandarin duck, if you
have it."
The waiter bowed. "Indeed, sir. Please wait a
moment. Would you prefer Gunderloch or Colgin?"
The sorcerer
nodded in relief. "Gunderloch. The herbs add to a soothing
effect."
Considering the restaurant was a cook-to-order
establishment, the food was done extremely quickly. Of course, while
Shang Tsung enjoyed his food, he also started digesting what he had
learned about the different participants. Testament is a
soul-stealer, even as I am. Ky possesses an immense power, utilizing
thunder powers. But it's Sol that I'm worried about... He seems
completely normal, his soul contains neither taint of abject evil
nor excessive purity. Yet he can utilize such power... And that
Storm, she thinks that she is different from the others. But,
soul-wise, she is just another woman. What is the connection between
them?
His musings were interrupted when the waiter kept
shooting questioning glances at Li Mei's skeleton, and the large
crate beside it. The Oriental sorcerer smiled, and motioned toward
the waiter. In a whispered voice, he said, "Do you wish to know what
I keep in the crate?"
A barely noticeable nod. "It's a
secret." The waiter collapsed, then went to grab the bill. Adding,
of course, a sizeable sum for a tip.
While he was gone, Shang
Tsung reached into the crate, and lifted out a wrapped package. Of
course, there was only one way that a meal for a Chinese sorcerer
could end. He broke open the fortune cookie.
"The heavy
weight of love melts with a sugar cube?"
The sorcerer raised
an eyebrow. "Now... that's an interesting fortune."
Suddenly,
a loud, yet friendly, voice broke out. "Are you in the
tournament?"
Shang Tsung closed his eyes and whispered a
prayer to all the Elder Gods, and Shinnok while he was at it. Then,
he turned around.
Well, she was pretty, that was for sure.
Bluish eyes, black hair... She could have passed off as a dancer in
Outworld. A fairly lousy one, but she could have made it.
Except for that dress. Brown with hearts simply did not work
for her. Ah well, otherworldly fashion was always a mystery to Shang
Tsung.
She waved to him. "Hello, my name is Maya Amano. What
is your name? What do you do?"
Shang Tsung smiled. "My name
is Shang Tsung. I help people with their problems of the
spirit."
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Grab your asses and run!
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Maya Amano 1:3
He said he helped people
with their problems of the spirit. Maya smiled when she heard that.
It was the sort of thing one wouldn’t hear where she was from.
Originally, while wondering, she ended up at the restaurant here,
and being quite hungry for some crab, she decided it was best to
investigate the place.
Instead of food, she found this guy.
Dressed in a fine material coloured in red, he looked rich. The
stitching was a golden yellow in colour, and gave the otherwise
plain clothing he wore some life. He wore thick black gloves, and
boots both with a little more of the same gold colour patterns as
his clothes. His skin was pale; his hair was black, and he had a
long beard. He looked remotely human and not really demonic, but his
appearance appeared foreign to where Maya was from.
“Shang
Tsung is your name, huh? It sounds pretty foreign to me. Where’re
from?” she asked.
“I am from Outworld,” he said simply, like
it was common knowledge. Maya looked at him blankly, and
giggled.
“I would not know what this ‘Outworld’ is, Mr.
Tsung,” she said within her laughter, “It sounds odd. All I know of
are countries such as Japan, America and England,”
She sat
herself on the opposite end of the table, and grinned politely at
the man across from her. He returned the grin. Her eyes wondered
over table Shang Tsung sat at, and was instantly distracted by the
piece of paper “What’s this? ‘The heavy weight of love melts with a
sugar cube’. Aww, that’s sweet.”
“Yes… it’s an interesting
fortune,” he answered.
“It is, isn’t it? My friend Ulala,
she’ll be all over this in a matter of minutes. She’ll tell you its
fate. She really likes telling fortunes. It’s kinda her passion in
life,” Maya said. She sighed, and wondered what Ulala would be doing
right now.
“So, Ms. Amano, what is your passion in life?” he
asked, changing the subject quickly.
“Mine? Oh, I have a love
for reporting,” She patted the bag she carried with her, “Got
everything in there. Notepad, pen, and tape recorder… even my good
luck Bunny!” she laughed, as she pulled out the stuffed animal from
the bag. It was limp and looked worn by age, but its white fur
looked clean and new.
As she placed the bunny back in her
bag, she asked, “So, Mr. Tsung, what’s started your whole soul
healing thing?”
"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I
support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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WOOT!
I broke even! *does his happy dance*
I'll wait on posting, as
it looks like Kyo's going to pop in at any moment and end this
round. Congrats, all! That was a great first round! At least, it was
great for me. Some of you are probably glad that it was only
practice.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:44
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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Actually, it'll be a while before I end the round--have
to make a decently long story post.
So feel free to do as
you like for the next hour. 
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:55
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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Hmm...
I actually have a negative total. Intriguing. Oh well, this just
proves that I was correct in saying:
THE POWER OF EVIL
COMPELLS YOU!
Now, off to do homework.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto I + Ab Initio + The Ebony, The
Crimson
The itching was driving her insane. Alma
resisted the urge to rub at her eye- again- and instead wished there
were some water about. It felt like oil or soap had gotten in there.
Usually she could just take some Eye Drops for it, but the little
medicine pack she'd brought along was nowhere to be found- all she
had was one little Hi-Potion in her pocket. Which, of course, meant
she would have to mix her own potions and tonics together. Though
how you could get Eye Drops or X-Potions out of the sand was beyond
her...
Alma trudged along, resolving instead to keep her eye
shut. If I had any power, I'd try the Deathspell 2...but I have
the feeling even that would not absolve me of it. She was right,
she knew- this mild irritation was only part of something larger.
Something she didn't want to explain.
She cast a glance over
her shoulder, to the man in the large robes who was walking away.
She'd felt a little tingle when he looked into her eye- like they
were connected, somehow. Definitely something to do with
aura...
During that short travel with Ramza, Deruta told
me about 'Chakra', or the energy that could both heal the body and
yet be focused into powerful skills. Perhaps it was part of that? Or
maybe just more curious sorcery...
"Sir! Sir!" she
called. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name..."
The man
stopped in his tracks, turning his head back over the huge steel
mace he carried. He flashed a kindly grin, then a thumbs-up.
"Dorrin, 'Miss Alma.' It's a pleasure."
Alma smiled shyly,
rubbing at her eye before waving to him. "Thank you, Sir Dorrin!
Here...it's not much, but take it anyway." She reached into her
pocket and fished out her last Hi-Potion, testing it in the vial for
a moment before tossing it to Dorrin.
The large man caught
it deftly, then raised it back in a little toast to her. "My thanks,
Miss Alma. Rely on my mace if we should find ourselves side-to-side
in combat."
"My spells shall reciprocate!" Alma waved again,
smiling with one eye open.
"Farewell!"
"Farewell."
Alma turned back, looking to
the rest of her company. Shizumaru walked quickly with her, closer
than Vice and Mature. The two other women were keeping their pace-
though Vice looked a little ill. Alma frowned, wondering if that was
blood at the corner of her lip. Perhaps they'd been injured...well,
her MBarrier spell would regenerate any damage once they became
solid again. They'd be all right for now.
"Well then," Alma
said, "I guess everyone's feeling better...heh, truly, I know not
what to do now. I can't say I'm much of a
leader..."
Shizumaru tapped his forehead. "We should probably
get some supplies. Mm...mizu- water. We could all use it, I
think."
"Good idea!" Alma looked to Vice and Mature, hugging
one arm to the other. "Do you two still wish to come with us? Sorry,
I know I'm dragging you all down with this eye..."
Vice made
no response, but Mature gave her a pleasant smile. "We'll come," she
said. "We can't have you just wandering off to who knows
where..."
Alma cheered at that, and her eye creased open just
a bit. "I'm glad. Right! I'm sure they have a well around here or
something..."
Shizumaru hefted up his great sword over his
back, sighing a little as he shifted it. "So long as we get out of
this heat, I'm fine. Come on, I think we'll reach town
soon."
Alma nodded, deciding she'd follow him this time. As
Shizumaru walked ahead of her, she fell into step, and trudged
along. The desert seemed to be losing its scorching heat, and the
pull on her essence had lessened. She felt fine for the first time
in hours- months, actually. Still, there was that mysterious cold in
the pit of her stomach that only slightly warmed- whenever she put
her palm to her belly now, she always shivered. It was unsettling to
say the least...
But it's at least my problem, and no one
else's. I'll rid myself of it in due time- I'm
sure...
---
What is thy bidding, my
master?
The hour is struck. I invoke you,
fiery servant. All lives can be measured, my familiar- even we in
hell have the tug of death upon us. Death begins once the birth is
brought to fruition. No matter how significant the life force, it
will draw to a close. There are few who can defeat Death, and we
have wisened to it. Thus, my servant, the greatest power stems not
from resisting death, but by accepting it. The Guardians of Death
are few, but it is they who have the most power.
I invoke
you. Lahatiel- Archaic of the Inferno, who presides over the
gates of Death. Find the Body, and make it mine.
---
He was an ebony and crimson shadow against a
darkening sandy backdrop. As the desert winds found him, the hues of
his essence followed them, his long red cape and dark hair
fluttering in the breeze. Yet he walked still, his shadowed eyes
downcast, and to all the world he was a spectre. He wandered the
outskirts of the desert alone, the sands surrounding his face but
never touching it- his sole company aside from the deadly longbarrel
firearm, "Death Penalty", that hung at his side.
Vincent
Valentine kind of preferred that. His sharp boots left fading
footprints in the dunes, but he had sighted the town not too far
ahead of him. He would reach it soon, and then perhaps he'd catch up
with someone he knew, or someone kind enough to inform him of
anything besides what had already been said by that man, Daisetsu. A
perfunctory explanation was all he wanted, though he supposed he
would have to tough it out if he ran into a chatterbox.
Better hope that Yuffie doesn't have a long-lost twin
sister spanning whole universes.
Chaos was strangely
silent. Vincent did not complain. A shock of hair fell over his
striking vesture, and he wondered for the hundredth time if he would
ever get that trimmed. He reached up with his dead arm, flicking the
hair aside with one golden claw-
What in...?
He
stopped, suddenly. There was the town before him- and it looked
trashed. Whole buildings had collapsed, smoke rising for
dozens of meters into the waning sky. Yet, having seen Midgar
brought to ruination, that was not what caused him to
stop.
It was the fat little devil hunched down in front of
it.
...you have an odd sense of humor, Chaos. Vincent
narrowed his deep eyes, watching the demon. It was colored like the
sand- tan brown, with red horns and a big lockjaw, and beady eyes
sunken into its swollen head. It was big and muscled, but undeniably
bloated. An ugly, disturbing little existence, if he'd ever seen it.
He did not like to flatter his alter-ego, but even Chaos had a sense
of elegance...
"Damned where you fall, damned where you
fall!" the demon screeched, waddling in the sand. "Body Body find
the Body give it to Bloody Angel King King Body find the Body damned
where you fall!"
Vincent cocked a brow- that was no
contestant. No, it seemed like this was the sort of devil that
spawned in religious texts of the past...
The devil stopped
in its tracks, seeming to gaze at something. Vincent followed its
stare, seeing the town ahead of him again. Then his eyes sharpened-
the beast was looking not at the town, but at a group of people
entering it. Two shapely women in dresses along the lines of
Scarlett Welles, and a young swordsman that looked decidedly
Wutaian- but in particular, a young female mage at the back with
honey-blonde hair...
The demon cackled, suddenly taking off
over the dune. "Damned where you fall, damned where you fall!" it
howled, its massive frame bounding at incredible speed over the
sands. The group it had sighted immediately turned, and Vincent
caught the expression of horror- of recognition- that dawned on the
young mage's face.
Doesn't take two and
two to put this puzzle together, Valentine...going to let her die,
too?
Don't need to hear your voice no time to
THINK! The devil was fast, but Vincent had put many track
runners to shame in his day. He took a swift step to counter the
loose sand and leapt into the air, his cape whistling as his supple
frame landed upon the level ground. By then, the click of a magazine
into the Death Penalty's stock had already met his ear, and the
barrel made a hollow swoop in the wind as he brought it up.You
see this, Chaos? Remember it. You're next.
He squeezed
the trigger, and the bullet punched a bloody hole in the back of the
devil's head. It went down, and over its pitching form he saw the
group had taken stances- with the mage noticeably shielded by the
swordsman. Vincent glanced back to the demon that still kicked in
the sand not quite eight meters from where he crouched. Black ichor
streamed out of its skull, thick and hellish. Vincent rose, tilting
his head to keep the winds from obstructing his vision. So long as
the thing was dying...
Then it whipped back to its knees,
like an overturned bug liberating itself, and charged at
him.
"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
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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The
bloody hell? Vincent clenched his teeth lightly, bringing up his
Death Penalty again and cocking it. Yet in that amount of time, the
devil had already halved the distance between them, and Vincent saw
its face- putrid and bloated, its cheeks rippling under its sunken
eyes as it screamed at him. Its frame was monstrous, larger than
he'd anticipated.
Ah, Lahatiel, we meet
again...
Chaos knew the demon? That would have
lifted Vincent's brow if he could spare the bloody time. He
hopped back quickly as the demon came, raising the Death Penalty
high-
-and gaped as the beast's powerful swipe knocked it out
of his grip. Vincent skidded in the sand, his gaze flickering to his
thrown gun. The demon screeched again, straining his ears until he
was afraid they would pop. Vincent swung his golden arm up, only to
find the devil- "Lahatiel"- was already there. He grunted as it
slammed its bulky frame into him, sending his lithe body skidding
back against the slope of the dune. At this rate, before he could
use the materia on his armlet, he'd be missing his
arm!
Lahatiel spat blood into the sand, the stench
overpowering. The fat devil lunged forward, and Vincent brought his
deadly claws up, ready to defend-
"Get away from him, you
animal!"
His gaze sharpened again, this time out of absolute
shock, as the little mage appeared and threw herself at the demon.
Her compact frame slammed against its body, which was undeniably
hundreds of times more powerful than hers. Vincent expected the mage
to go flying back against the dune- but was surprised again. Her
tackle sent the demon a whole step back, and killed its
momentum.
Amazing, to say the least...
The girl
then turned, her youthful face etched in sand and sweat. She rushed
at him, then turned on the approaching demon, stretching out her
staff. "Don't come any closer!" she said at her, her voice wavering
but sewn with steel. "I know you, and I know your master, demon!
Another step and my magic will drive you to the deepest, darkest
pits of Hell!"
Lahatiel only howled with more laughter- and
then reached its massive arms forward, grabbing the girl's arms. The
mage gasped in alarm, then pain as she was lifted up off the ground,
her staff flailing in her grip. The devil howled something in an
archaic language- Vincent didn't know what it meant and didn't care.
He pushed off from the ground, but Lahatiel had the girl in a
viselike grip, his yellow claws sinking into her
flesh-
"Alma-saaan!"
-and then the tip of a nodachi
speared through its fat stomach.
"Awwwwww!!" Lahatiel
bellowed, dark saliva dripping from its lips. The mage- Alma- gasped
and writhed, yelling a name- "Shizumaru!" She kicked and twisted,
but the demon would still not free her, even as the nodachi wrenched
inside the beast's stomach. Alma threw back her head, screaming as
Lahatiel pulled her arms again. "Aaah-"
She stopped,
suddenly, as an arm snaked around her trim waist, and the flutter of
a cape resounded in her ear. An arm seemed to stretch over her
shoulder, and Lahatiel turned his face up from the nodachi, shouting
"damned where you fall, damned where you fa-"
Then Vincent
squeezed the trigger of his Outsider revolver at point-blank
range.
Alma sank into Vincent's protective grip as the hands
of the demon fell away, its decapitated trunk falling back into a
pitching, bloody pool on the sand. Behind it, Shizumaru panted,
holding his reddened nodachi in a ready stance. The two other women
were rushing over, but their faces were less tense, seeing as the
fight was over and won.
Vincent flicked the barrel of his
smoking gun against his hip, sliding it back into his second
holster- his backup holster. He turned his head, looking at
the wide-eyed girl named Alma in his grip, and raised a brow,
releasing her.
"They don't make devils like they used to
anymore, do they?"
Oh, ha
ha.
Like I said, remember what you saw today,
Chaos. Vincent hid a half-smile. Besides, I thought you were
bored.
---
Voting's ended, but I'd slip an Allay
on you here, Kell. XD I'm sorry to have borrowed Vincent, but I
couldn't catch you today. If you have any qualms with what's been
written, tell me and I can edit it- it's just an extra story bonus
here. ^^
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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The
waiter came in, and bowed. "What would you like, Miss?"
Maya
considered this, then said, "Crab. Now, Mr... Shang Tsung, was it?
What started this whole soul-healing thing?"
Shang
Tsung considered this for a moment, then smiled. "I realized that I
had the talent of releaving the tensions and stresses of life.
Whenever I exercise my treatments, the patients never need to see me
again, and they always seem to become a more complete
personality."
Maya took a few notes. "So, what kind of people
do you usually treat?"
Once again, the sorcerer mused a bit
before he answered. "I generally treat all people, regardless of
social rank, money, or birth. Anyone that sees me it entitled to
treatment."
Maya added another note. "So what you do... is it
charity work?"
No pause this time. "Depends on how you define
charity." He smiled.
The woman considered this for a moment.
"Well, does it help the people you see?"
Shang Tsung had to
keep himself from laughing. "Oh yes. It really opens their eyes,
expands their plane of conciousness, so to speak. Though I must
admit, it is a thankless job."
Miss Amano stopped writing.
"Why?"
The sorcerer smiled. "I generally don't see the
patients after I've treated them. And, of course, if I do see them,
they try to ignore me. I don't know why, either."
Maya
offered a sympathetic look. "I understand exactly what you
mean..."
Her spiel was cut off by the waiter, who had finally
prepared her crab. The sorcerer stood up, and smiled. "No, I don't
think you do. But that's entirely all right. Please, enjoy your
meal."
With that, Shang Tsung walked out of the restaurant,
followed by Li Mei and the crate. Without paying.
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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"This
is the end of the line," growled Mal'Ganis, picking Tingle up off
his shoulder and setting him on the ground. "I don't need you
hanging onto me all the time."
"You mean I can't enjoy your
company any more, sir?" sniffled Tingle.
"Do whatever you
want. I simply don't want you riding me. It hurts my reputation."
Mal dusted off his shoulder and ducked into a large,
official-looking building on the side of the street. Tingle quickly
followed.
"HALT!" cried a heroic voice. A dark figure blocked
Mal'Ganis' path into the building. "My good man, I was wondering if
you could direct me to the location of a gentleman by the name of
Tingle. You wouldn't be able to tell me where he is, now, would
you?"
"I'm Tingle! That's me!" Tingle jumped up and down in
his leotard, then realized that the man wouldn't be able to see him,
as Mal was between the two. He ducked around Mal'Ganis' rather large
leg. "I mean, here I am!" he proclaimed. Tingle placed his hands on
his hips and tried to look important.
The heroic-looking man
who was none other than Captain Falcon fell on his knees. "Oh, great
and glorious Tingle! I salute thee!"
"And I, thee," replied
Tingle.
Mal'Ganis looked from Tingle to Falcon, then back to
Tingle. He grasped his head, as if he had a sudden migrane. "I can
actually feel myself getting dumber," he muttered to himself.
"Why on earth did I ever befriend this mortal?"
"What brings
you to me, young grasshopper?" asked Tingle, settling down on the
earth.
The oddly beautiful Captain Falcon rose to his feet.
"Great and Glorious Tingle, I have come to you in search of your aid
in advertisement. I wish to have the deal, the approval, and above
all, the legal rights to broadcast myself as an official supporter
of Shotopimps."
Mal'Ganis left, muttering something about
crazy folk and flatulance.
"Intriguing," whispered Tingle.
"Few pick up on my knowledge of the Ho. And yet..." He made a vague
gesture that he really didn't know the meaning of. "You single me
out."
"It was your awesomeness, Master. Your awe-inspiring
good looks and personality are only rivaled by me." Falcon's eyes
visually glowed with anticipation. "Do you know what this would mean
to me, to get the One Deal? It has always been my dream to be the
spokesperson for Shotopimps."
Tingle puffed on a big cigar
that materialized in his mouth. He put on a large feathered hat and
grabbed his cane. "Of course, I won't just give you this
Deal. No. Mr. Falcon, if you want to be the Grand Pimp, you must
learn the ways of... the PimpMasta."
Falcon's knees were
practically knocking. "Master, that would be... it would be..." He
caught himself just in time. "I mean, yeah, that'd be cool," he said
casually, jumping back into his old personality. "Nothing too hard
for a star like me."
Tingle nodded. "Good. First, you must
learn the core of our foundation: hookers, and how to get them." He
cast his eye out over the land, and spotted a woman who would work
well with his plans.
Two women,
actually.
--
And we'll leave that for next
round!
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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Pimpmasta Facon?!? Not on my watch . I sense a good plot comin'.
Oh, and I coulda
sworn a cast an R-Vote on Bowling Pin
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: 04-19-2003 , 09:49
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Scene One, Part Three -
Payment
"Yo. I'm coming in."
The door to Jun's
room openend and Kalten entered, the young archer's eyes shining
with supressed mirth. "I'll be keeping watch now, so you can go
out."
"Right," Daisetsu replied absently. He stood, drawing
his manteau around him--it was nighttime, and San'tar reached pretty
miserable temperatures late at night. He moved towards the doorway,
but Kalten stopped him.
"You know, the guys you--we summoned
have caused some general mayhem around town. Some were kinda
passive, but others have gone and wiped out buildings, terrorized
other people, and the like. We also have a few missing people from
the Mage guild..."
"That's more or less what I expected. I'm
going to put my foot down on the trip to the Earth Nation so we
don't experience any strained relation troubles there."
"Huh.
I don't think it's going to be that easy, and I know you don't
either. What are you going to do, kick their collective
asses?"
"...Maybe."
Kalten laughed and moved back to
the back of the room, leaning back. "And you were only half-joking,
weren't you? There's more to you than meets the eye, Daisetsu.
There's something else within you, isn't there? Beyond that
tongue-tied exterior and Suzaku?"
Daisetsu looked directly at
him.
"...No. In the end, it was always me. It's likely the
reason why Suzaku chose me in the first place."
Before Kalten
could ask the obvious question, he left and closed the door behind
him.
Proceeding down the stairwell to leave the Academy, he
was stopped by Dorrin. The warrior-cleric had a troubled expression
on his face.
"I've bad news for you, Daisetsu. There are a
least 3 demons amidst our Sponsors... Although two of them seem to
have a soul."
Daisetsu's eyes narrowed. I shouldn't be
suprised... but it's unsettling all the same.
Dorrin
placed his hand on Daisetsu's shoulder. "That's not all, my friend.
The envoy from the Water Nation has come, and one of theirs is
dead--assassinated just 2 hours ago. They know it wasn't done by
An'ven, but the political implications will look bad whichever you
put it."
Daisetsu massaged his temples. "Is the assassin
dead?"
"Yes."
He sighed with relief. "Good. Bring the
slain woman to the altar at the edge of town, will you? I'll be
there shortly."
Dorrin nodded, and turned to
leave.
"...Oh. Tell any of the participants here you run into
to come to the altar as well. I might as well make this into a
demonstration, although the concept is disgusting."
Dorrin's
eyes flashed back at Daisetsu. "Don't lose sight of what you're
fighting for, Dai. Resolve is important. 'might do' and 'as well'
are phrases that can't exist in your vocabulary when we reach the
battlefield."
Daisetsu was silent as he left for the altar.
I know all of this... But why am I trying so hard to remain this
way? Is it complacency?
...No. It's because I'm afraid
of what I'll become.
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A few hours later, he
stood in front of the altar. A few of his 'recruits' had gathered
around this spot, mostly those who were still up and about at this
time of day. Most were people who he thought doubted him from his
inital speech with them. The dead woman lay in the center of the
altar, her blood starting to pool out. Dorrin stood among the others
as well, his arms crossed and his expression
unreadable.
Forget the speech... Words never suited me
well anyway. I'll show them how I feel with action.
He
fell to his knees, placing his palms on the woman's cold flesh.
"Suzaku, I summon thee."
At that moment, what seemed to be an
unseen wind rose up around his body, blowing the stray whisps of his
hair behind him and catching the back of his manteau, also causing
it to blow upwards. The air felt substancially thick, and everyone
present felt the temperature begin to rice. Daisetsu closed his
eyes.
How many people will I bring this to before I kill
myself? And which death will I die first?
His eyes
snapped open, and they were burning red, as was his body. Torrents
of flame burst from his frame straight up into the air, and the
stones became superheated. The air around the altar became ionized,
illuminating the scene with the golden-red hue of his Aura. His
palms had caught fire as well, although their color was gradually
changing.. getting hotter and hotter until they were enshrouded in
green-white fire. A superimposed image rose above his body, and then
several feet above him and the others, overshadowing them all with
its massive form.
The enormous red phoenix shimmered into
full view, easily visible from all parts of the town--indeed, even
now the entire place was golden-red from the light of his Aura. Of
Suzaku.
Daisetsu ground his teeth, then let out a cry in
unison with that of Suzaku as he slammed his burning hands into the
woman. Suzaku let out a final scream, then as soon as it had come,
swooped downwards impossibly fast, into the dead woman.
Her
form was reduced to ashes immediately. All the observers stood back
as the fire rose up between the cracks in the altar, dancing around
Daisetsu and the pile of ashes left from Suzaku's dive. The flame
then started to become drawn in, streaming in closer and closer to
Daisetsu's still-burning hands, forming a ball of white
incandescence that could not be described as fire... but something
else...
Daisetsu did not hesitate, but grabbed the sphere
with all the strength he could muster. It resisted, sending blasts
of white energy across his body, but he grasped it and slammed the
orb into the ashes.
The fire died down. All was silent for a
while, and then a voice trembled out from the group.
"What...
did you do?" It was that same girl from earlier.
Daisetsu
smiled. "Watch."
As if on cue, the ashes reversed color from
sooty black to a white purer than snow. Streams of golden light
arose from the center, and a form burst from the ashes, coughing.
Breathing.
As the light faded, the people present could see
it was the fallen woman, except... she was alive. Daisetsu took off
his manteau and cloaked the young woman's trembling, naked form with
it. Picking her up in his arms, he turned back towards
town.
"That's all I wanted to show you. Perhaps you might
have learned something."
It was only several hours
afterwards, when he had returned the woman to her comrades and
retired to his quarters, that he felt the piercing, burning
sensation in heart and mind. It continued to sear at him through
most of the night, but he did not raise a voice in protest, did not
cry, did not ask for help.
Suzaku is my curse. I must bear
it as I may.
******
I can't host a round until
late tomorrow, so your characters have free time in San'tar until
then. Develop your stories... or something.
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Lantis |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:40
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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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Whew...thank heavens this round was just a test. I
really did shit this round. Oh well, I think I have learned my
lesson. Time to get serious tomorrow! 
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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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 02:36
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Ick.
Baka, Draco, I feel bad about not being able to finish our duel;
however, my net connection got fried for 18 hours. Of course, this
would inevitably happen immediately AFTER I typed a nice long post,
but...
Anyway. On to the next round.
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 05:01
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s p i r i t e d . . .
 Registered: Apr 2003 Location: Limbo
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Whew,
well, I am surprised I didn't get completely mauled by everyone that
round, lol. Usually my writing is so crap, everyone wants rid of me
as soon as possible.
So, San_Draco, is Storm healed now, or
what? I got no idea how to act after having part of my soul taken,
lol. Also, will it continue onto thenxt round? Or are we fully
healed every round?
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: 04-20-2003 , 08:49
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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WOOT!
Round's over! CrAzInEsS!
Exclusive Interview with the
Author!
A short, chubby raccoon stood on the stage,
dressed in an ugly green suit. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!
Tonight, I have a special treat for you all! That's right! I, Tom
Nook, have snagged the great and glorious Bugenhagen for an
interview. And heeeeeere's BUGEN!"
The audience applauded as
a dead sexy teen came out from behind the curtain. Bugen smiled as
he spotted Nook. The two hugged briefly, as close friends, then sat
down in Nook's interview area.
"Well, Bugen," started off
Nook, "How long has it been? Four months?"
"Well, six, I
think. Didn't RTS begin in October?"
"Yeah, six months. I'm
glad you decided to plug me back in."
"No problem. Anything
for my favorite sponsored character," Bugen said with a
smile.
"Well, that's saying something, isn't it?" asked Nook,
conversationally. "This is, what, your fourth
Survivor?"
"Well, yeah, but I try and convince myself that
it's only my third. You see, I don't like to remember RT3. I did
such a horrible job that I decided to swing over to comedy. Though I
might try something else in a later Survivor..." Bugen stroked his
chin thoughtfully. "There's more writing styles out there than
comedy, and I aim to give a try to each one."
"Great, great,"
nodded Nook. He switched to another note card. "With each
tournament, we pick up new people. Heck, you yourself were a newbie
coming from the Café. Any inspiring words to those from
Shoryuken?"
"Yeah; I have to say that so far, I'm very
impressed by the writing styles here. I understand that a few of
them have played in past Survivors, and I sort of wish that they'd
have been here during the past few games. They obviously have a lot
to offer. Of course," laughed Bugen, "I'm not too familiar with
fighting games, so now I'm just trying to remember character names
and personalities."
"Have any stood out?"
"Well, yes,
as a matter of fact. Bowling Pin, the guy playing the Hulk, is doing
an excellent job, I think. He's got a perfect blend of serious and
humorous personalities, and allows witty banter while something dead
serious might be happening. Switchblade's Vice and Mature stick out,
simply because of the fact they're two incredibly gorgeous
women."
"Both hands on the table, there, sir," interrupted
Nook.
Bugen laughed. "And then there's Dan Hibiki. I dunno; I
think he has some sort of a grudge against me. But hey; I
practically had a grudge myself with Mith during my first tourney. I
suppose this is my punishment."
"Well, let's talk about
Tingle. Why did you decide to sponsor him?"
"I decided to
sponsor him on impulse, nothing more. In all honesty, I wasn't
really looking forward to playing as him. When Friday came, I would
have given anything to switch back to Jeff or to jump to
Kirby. But then..." Bugen shrugged. "I just started playing, and
then, he clicked."
"Let's talk about him for a minute. First
he was a drunken loser, then he was a fairy freak, now he's the
PimpMasta? All in one round?"
Bugen leaned forward and
munched on some easter candy. "There's one thing that you have to
learn about my comedy writing. Anything I say, goes. If I want
Tingle to have a degree in nuclear engineering, he's got it. If he
should own a Ski-Doo, it's his. If suddenly his personality should
be that of Papa Smurf, he's changed. All for the great god of
Comedy. Of course, he retains his core personality during most of
the tournament, but I like to add that extra bit of insanity just to
give him that unpredictable edge. I think I experimented with this
style with you, Nook."
"And we're all quite glad that
you did." Nook folded his note cards up. "Well, folks, that's all
the time that we have for this round! Join us another time when we
hog-tie another author and interrogate him! Until then, I'm Tom
Nook. Good night!
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Tingle awoke face down in the
desert. His mouth was full of sand and his pants were wet. "Ugh..."
he growned. "Tingle had the oddest dream..." He clutched a brown
stuffed animal to his side and fell back asleep.
Falcon
yawned.
--
Tingle now has the Raccoon Plushie! Funny, it looks
exactly like a little shopkeeper we all know and
love...
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:01
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Bugenhagen, Just Some Guy - Check your
PMs.
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:37
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Ex-Turk
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Alone
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Mucho apologies to Carly and Tenshi. My
internet fried on me and I kinda went to bed when it hit 4am and
still no internet. ><
If you two have a problem with my
post, please, let me know. I'll fix it right away.
*****
Vincent brushed more of his hair out from his
eyes and watched as the man, Daisetsu, performed his magic and
called upon Phoenix to revive the woman that he had laid out on the
altar. It was impressive, even Vincent admitted to himself. The
Phoenix Vincent knew could only help those unconscious from battle
revive to a better health. This Phoenix Daisetsu had could revive
from the dead.
Only a powerful mage could do something on
the level of that…
Instinctively, Vincent turned his
attention over to the young blonde mage –Alma- and the young boy
that the girl had call “Shizumaru.” Vincent watched the young mage
grimace at the site of the flames from Daisetsu and grip on to
Shizumaru’s collar. Shizumaru was caught a little off surprised and
a slight flush rose in his cheeks before lightly touching her
shoulder in comfort.
Once Daisetsu walked carefully with the
once deceased woman, Vincent turned his attention to the young mage
and swordsman and nodded in their direction.
“I’m sorry I had
not introduced myself before,” Vincent began, “My name is Vincent
Valentine.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Valentine!”
The blond mage stepped forward and smiled at Vincent, “My name is
Alma Beoulve, and this is my friend, Shizumaru Hisame.”
The
red headed boy blushed a little and smiled in acknowledgment at
Vincent. The boy looked to be from Wutai, but Vincent did not think
he was in any illusion anymore.
Only
now you figure that out.
“Oh!” Alma started and
flushed a little herself, and looked desperately around the crowd
for someone, craning her neck and standing on her toes to try and
see over everyone taller than her, but to no avail.
“Who are
you looking for, Alma-san?” Shizumaru asked, confused and looked
towards the crowd himself.
“Vice and Mature. I thought they
were just here a moment ago…” Alma started, but soon gave up looking
and shrugged her shoulders a little, turning her attention back to
Vincent.
“I want to… thank you, for what you did before…” Her
flush grew to a rose color, and Vincent looked down at her as she
smiled shyly.
She has a similar smile
to her.
It’s only your imagination.
A funny thing to say, if you ask
me.
“You’re welcome.” Vincent said and nodded at
Alma, whose smile grew larger and nodded her own head furiously.
Shizumaru looked carefully at Alma, and looked to Vincent’s waist,
where the holster for the Death Penalty was.
Vincent noticed
where Shizumaru was looking, and he pulled out the Death Penalty and
showed it to the two teenagers before him. Alma’s eyes grew large
and she was excited to see the gun.
“This looks like
something one of my brother’s friends had to battle with!” She
smiled and took a step closer to look at the gun.
Vincent
looked over Alma, noting her clothing and her slight accent when she
talked.
I am not home, am I?
You
realize things late, Valentine.
“It’s called a
gun,” Vincent started to explain, and watched Alma’s interest grow,
“It uses a bullet, like this.”
Vincent opened the chamber to
the Death Penalty and out slipped a couple bullets into his golden
claw, clanging a little from the metal on metal
contact.
“These bullets are projected through the barrel
here, and are shot out at a fast speed at your opponent.”
“I
see…” Alma was intrigued, and looked expectantly at Vincent’s claw
and the bullets.
Vincent noticed her interest, “You may pick
it up and look at it.”
Nodding, Alma picked up the bullet and
twirled it around her hand, rubbing the metal against her palm with
her fingers. Vincent cast a quick look at the red haired teen, but
he stood quietly watching Alma and while at the same time eying
Vincent’s claw.
Alma held out the bullet to Vincent, and
dropped it back into his claw. Vincent reloaded his gun and spun the
chamber around once before re-holstering the gun at his
hip.
“It seems as if we have some time to walk around the
time, Alma-san and Vincent-san,” Shizumaru spoke up, “Do you want to
go into town and find something to eat?”
“That is a good
idea, Shizumaru-san!” Alma beamed and looked at Vincent, “Please,
join us for something to eat.”
Your
choice, Valentine.
You are too eager to know this
girl, Chaos…
“Thank you, Miss Alma. I will join you for a
meal.” Vincent said and casually looked over the crowd of people,
starting to dissolve into the desert and town.
“Oh, I’m so
glad!” Alma clasped her hands together and smiled at Shizumaru,
“Maybe they will have some food from your world!”
Shizumaru
blushed, “Hai. I hope so…”
The
kid blushes too easily…
Vincent resisted shaking
his head and Shizumaru brushed some of his hair from his face.
Vincent turned around to look at the town and he heard light steps
come up close to him.
“Have you two ever seen this place
before today?” Vincent asked and turned his head to see both teens
shaking their heads.
“No. But it seems like we are in a
tournament of some sorts.” Alma said and Shizumaru
nodded.
“Hai. I have been in a tournament before,
demo…”
Shizumaru looked Vincent directly in the
eye.
“Why do you not recognize me,
Vincent-san?”
Vincent did not try and hide the raising of his
brow, “…Excuse me?”
“In the other tournament…” Shizumaru went
red in the face, “I saw you there…”
What is this child
talking about?
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you are
talking about.” Vincent said, slightly too sternly, and the red in
Shizumaru’s face went from rose red to summon materia red.
“G-gomen sensai! I’m sorry!” Shizumaru turned his
head away, trying to hide his blush, but failed doing so and let his
hair fall over his face.
Vincent eyed the red haired
swordsman a moment before turning back to face the
town.
You are drawn to these two
teens.
Or is it you who are drawn to
them?
“Well,” Alma began and stepped ahead of Vincent
before turning back to smile at her two male companions, “Let us go
into town and see if we can find ourselves something to
eat.”
Nodding, Vincent started to walk as soon as Shizumaru
passed him and walked behind the two teens. Shizumaru carried his
umbrella lightly in his hand and Alma carried a decretive staff that
had a striking resemblance to one Aeris had.
Aeris… I
wonder how much of an interest Cloud would have in the Phoenix
Daisetsu summoned.
A lot more than you
think.
The three walked into town and Alma
stumbled just before entering the town’s borders, and Shizumaru
immediately caught her elbow.
“Are you okay,
Alma-san?”
“Yes! Hai!” Alma giggled, “I just tripped
over my dress, that’s all.”
Vincent suddenly felt a flare
come from the two teens. He focused on them, but nothing seemed to
be wrong and he blinked a few times before gazing at
Shizumaru.
…Something is different about him.
It took you too long to realize that too, Valentine. I
wonder if you are going to be this slow as long as we are here in
this “tournament.”
Vincent turned to Alma and
watched her giggle and jump over a crack in the
street.
Something about her too.
Now you have figured something
out.
Alma and Shizumaru engaged in conversation,
Shizumaru teaching Alma a few words in Wutain and Alma tried
carefully to sound them out.
…How did you know that demon,
Lahatiel?
Vincent followed the teens through the streets
and the two looked attentively for a restaurant, and Alma still
tried to pronounce the words correctly that Shizumaru had taught
her.
Chaos?
In due time,
Valentine.
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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 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: Grandia II - A Deus
For Bruce Banner, meditation and
dreaming were one and the same. They offered the supreme state of
divine serenity that all people will want to achieve, sooner, or,
more often than not, later. Because, later in life, when a person
confronts the true face of infinity...he will want to know the
benevolence of God.
But, our Mr. Banner has died more than
his share of infinities. With a gentle descent to the ground, Bruce
has fallen from the divinity of conscious meditation, to the
sanctity of a wonderous dream.
Toned in sepia, his dream
activated. Meticulously sculpted angels swooped from heaven, which
itself levitated inches above the earth, and they carried with them
golden cloth, with which they streamed golden clouds as a sort of
carpetting. But surrounding these angels were men, and women, all
beautiful, all naked without a blemish to account for, seemingly
enveloped in an orgy of the awe ... of pure sanctity.
They
all smiled. This was a silent dream, however; the lack of human
voice being a true sign of divine exhaultation. Besides golden
clouds and people under the spell of contentment, there were
gardens, arranged with intelegence, with the balance achievable only
by an artist who has died.
Bruce thought the dream was
weird.
Oh, when the hell is he going
to wake up already?! This dream reeks of FAG.
I'm afraid it will last longer, and only until he
wakes up will this Baroque-esque reverie
conclude.
Whatever.
Kyo went back to work on his poetry. He hastily scribbled something
onto his notebook that he liked; "The greatest tragedy is to live
for find life's reason. Yet, to find the reason of life in you was
my greatest victory. It would be a Catch-22, but...baby, you have a
fine ass booty and a nicely mowed pussy," was what he had down so
far.
Ah, Mr. Kusanagi; your messages
contradict eachother. But, your final sentence clearly states "I am
a hormone-ridden teenager" to all but the laymen who read this. My
word, this boy may yet be a genius to his
people...
Man, shut up with that
shit already. It's just a hobby. And I like fightin' more
anyway.
Said the boy who has
spoken nothing of the latter, exclusively of the
former?
Kyo Kusanagi ain't got
nothing but his two fists, you got that?!
And the tightly gripped fist may bruise the breast;
yet if it conceals a pen, it may free a people.
And I think you're trying too hard to sound smart!
Why don't you braid your hair with those other
douchebags?
He's a charming,
nonoffensive lad, Bruce Banner. I'm growing fond of him
already.
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 12:20
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase One (Excitement): Get Thee Away From Me,
Angst!
Why is it that demons always seem to cause me
trouble? Mint thought as she walked through the desert town.
Like, do I have some invisible magic beacon over my head that
only they can see? "Demons, come get your laughs here! Don't be shy!
Mint can take a ton of humiliation before she finally cracks and
BURNS YOU ALL TO A CHARRED CRISP!"
The few people that
were on the street at this late hour gave her a strange look.
"...Oh, shoot, did I say that last part out loud? Um, not actually
any of you people!" Mint yelled out to the townsfolk, who were
quickly moving away from her. Aww, [expletive]! Great way to make
an impression on the locals, Mint! That's sure to win their love and
adoration.
Sighing, Mint walked over to one of the nearby
buildings. "Gold, Power, Boost!" A faint golden glow washed over
Mint, and she jumped to the top of the four-story structure with
ease. As the Boost spell faded, she laid down on the sandy roof of
the building and looked up at the stars.
Heh... This sky
is so different than the one back home. I can't see any of the
constellations that kept me company back during my travels. Mint
chuckled softly to herself. Well, that sounded rather corny...
True, though. I never really connected with anyone until I got to
Carona. She held up one of her new rings, the Drops of Dew. The
piece of Dewprism set within it sparkled in the moonlight. I
always enjoyed travelling around the world, visiting new places,
fighting all sorts of battles while I tried to find a [Relic]... But
I was always lonely. No friends, no home to visit
occasionally...
Mint sat up, shaking her head. "What's
with me tonight!? It's not like me to dwell on the past like that.
I'm all for the present, the future! Since when does the past matter
so much? I should be looking forward, towards my goals! Survive the
upcoming battles! Become a god! Unite all lands behind my glorious
power and beauty! Yes! MWA-HA-HA-HA... huh?"
Her evil
laughter was interrupted by a growl from her stomach. "But perhaps I
should concentrate on more immediate goals, such as dinner. Now
where is that restaurant I was at earlier?"
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New
Spell Revealed! Boost - Gold/Power - Allows Mint to run at
exceptional speeds or jump to extraordinary heights for a few
seconds
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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To
anyone: Free feel to use King if I am do not post by 1:00 P.M. PST.
You can of course use her before and after then. Even if my name is
"on", it's because I never really log out. Just remember these two,
well actually four, things if you use her:
- She is invisible because of an unconscious use of Vanish.
- Unless your character is one of the following, when talking to
or about her, call her a man or "he". Characters exempt from this
are: K', Rydia, Samus, Bruce Banner, and possibly Mal'Ganis.
- No out of character remarks, such as her outwardly swooning a
guy.
- No out of character actions, such as revealing that she is a
woman to everyone.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which the
sword issue is resolved...
Eyesaw: The sword has already been claimed by Shang
Tsung again. I grant, it was a vague reference, but the sword was
removed in my last post of the duel. *nods*
"Your soul is
mine!" -Shang Tsung
It was fun, and I enjoyed myself. But,
it's time for me to go now.
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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Ugh,
sorry guys. I know I didn’t show up for the first round and it’s not
because I’m a no-show idiot ^^;; I wasn’t able to make it due to the
fact everything related to the word “cable” was not functioning in
my house. In other words, Optimum Online wasn’t working at all for
the past few days—needed to call a technician. Sorry, and I’ll try
to make this up right now. I sort of just skimmed through right now
and I’m at a disadvantage, but what the heck, give it everything I
got right?
Note: I’m starting from the VERY beginning, but
will not interrupt any other character’s plot unless it involves me.
^___^
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The
temporal distortion that had engulfed K’ finally re-opened, this
time to another universal plane of existence. Unlike the other
competitors, K’ had appeared several feet above the ground and
landed on the solid marble surface with a resonating impact that
echoed across the building. His perception was thrown off and his
vision was blurred. ‘Damn it, as if my life isn’t already fucked up
as is. Now where the hell am I?’ K’ thought to himself.
K’
rotated his body face forward towards the ground, and slowly lifted
himself up. His vision was still obscure and K’ wavered back and
forth. He held onto a nearby railing until he regained his balance
and his vision had cleared. K’ turned his body around, only to face
30 to 40 people who were staring at him quite bewildered. “What? Am
I late?” K’ said with a hint of irritation. He didn’t exactly have
the type of voice that was able to tell a good, sarcastic comment or
joke.
K’ observed his surroundings and found himself in a
large domed shape edifice. K’ presumed that he was in the main
lobby; it was circular in shape and very expansive. As he looked
around for a few more minutes, he realized it was an academy for
soldiers. He spotted several people sparring and training in nearby
quarters, guards fortifying each entrance. He finally reverted his
gaze back at the crowd of people. They were all different—in size,
in shape, and in looks. However, one thing was in common with every
single person in the lobby, they were meant to fight and meant to
endure physical challenges. ‘Quite an assortment of people here…’ K’
thought to himself smirking.
They were still staring; K’,
aggravated, shot them a glare. Everyone took a step back and
returned to their positions. They were obviously huddled up for a
reason. He ambled his way through the crowd that was at the center
of the circular shaped lobby and finally caught a glimpse of a sage.
The sage began to speak. The sage, obviously uncomfortable with the
situation, shifted as he declared that they had been sent here for
one reason—to save the world. ‘Ha, to save the world? Kiss my ass;
I’ve heard that one a bit too much in my lifetime.’
The
elderly man continued. “The group of you has been warped in from
different worlds and dimensions to mine by using the ancient relics
you see embedded on the walls next to you. I know your trip was
forceful, and unexpected, but that can't be helped. I didn't
specifically choose any of you to come here--the spell seeks out
those with 'potential', and thus you were forced here by Jun's
jutsu.”
‘Well, at least that explains why that damn portal
engulfed me and threw me in this dimension and this
world.’
The sage spoke for several minutes more until he had
finally satiated everyone’s curiosity. K’ had yawned throughout the
whole entire speech, but one word had caught his attention: God. K’
had the potential to be god and his eyes glazed over with lust as he
heard this.
‘Well then, guess this isn’t a total waste after
all.’ K’ thought, smirking to himself.
The sage had left and
the group of people with “potential” scattered and went to observe
the outside surroundings. K’ followed the crowd and left the
building only to face a city made entirely of mud, brick, and sand.
“This is just great, and I thought the city I lived in was bad
enough.”
K’ walked down the stairs of the academy, and ahead
of him laid a long, narrow road. Each side of the road was crowded
with markets, buildings, and carts filled with merchandise. As K’
reached the last few remaining steps, he tripped and fell towards an
adjacent cart selling jewelry. He used his arms to guard his face,
but fell through the mobile store. The fact that he was intangible
had slipped through K’s mind. He stood back up swearing to himself
in a low inaudible voice and proceeded to walk along the sandy
path.
K’ walked for hours and finally took a small stop next
to a small building of some sort. A sign hung above the entrance way
and it read: “D.H.C. Bar”. Sand and dust had accumulated on his pale
white hair and black attire. He quickly brushed the silt away—he had
finally become his full physical form now—and went inside the bar.
Finding that most of the seats were occupied, K’ leaned against the
wall of the small, yet pleasantly inviting building. To keep himself
content, K’ took the last cigarette he had from his chest pocket and
inserted it in the corner of his mouth. ‘This’ll probably be the
last time I’ll ever lay my hands on one of these anyway.’
He
took his right hand, which had a red and black glove on, and
produced a small flame that danced lightly above his fingertips.
After using the flare to light his cigarette he extinguished the
miniature blaze of fire with an imperceptible flick of his wrist. K’
inhaled, then exhaled, producing a small cloud of smoke. As he
finished his cigarette he spotted a familiar face drinking wine. He
threw the cigarette down on the floor, smothered it with the heel of
his shoe, and called out, “Yo, King!”
She set her wine glass
on the table next to her and turned around. “K’?” she replied almost
shocked. Another man had also swung his head around to see the
source of the voice. “Well, well K'! It has been a while… missed me
in the King of Fighters tournament? Still bet you are up to no
good!” King said jokingly.
K’ was bothered by the other man
near King. Whoever it was, he kept on staring at him. K’ spat on the
floor obviously vexed by the presence of the disoriented man. Trying
to ignore the shady figure, K’ said jokingly, “You know I'm as good
as they get, King.” K’ reverted his gaze towards “the man” again.
“So what’s with creeping beauty here?”
“I thought he was with
you. I mean, you two are practically twins.” King answered
back.
“I don't see the resemblance,” K’ let his hand go
ablaze with fire. “And I doubt he can do this.”
“I wouldn't
know.”
K’ walked past “the man”, his hands still burning with
the power of the Kusanagi. He let out a gesture towards King,
signaling that he wanted to shake hands. “What’s the matter? Are you
afraid I’ll burn you?”
As K’ was speaking with King, “the
man” continued to stare at K’. “The man” dashed past K’ with
infuriating speed and grabbed a hold of King. He continued to grasp
her tightly and swung her back as well as his towards K’ in a
protective demeanor. The man then, equivalently as rapid, turned to
face K’.
“And you are…?” K’ inquired with
displeasure.
“Consider me your equal, your ultimate
opponent.” he stated firmly without a hint of
apprehension.
“The man” sneered, lifted the table where King
had laid her glass of wine on, and threw it with astounding force
towards K’. K’ strafed right just in time to dodge the table as it
shattered against the wall. However, the wine had landed on his
face; it flowed freely down his face and it was difficult to regain
his sight.
“That will sooth his temper down a bit...” he said
smugly towards King. He spun around dizzily to look back at King,
who was blushing out of both anger and embarrassment.
“You're
such a preposterous jerk!” King screamed on her way
out.
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Hisame Shizumaru - 1:4
"... and this is
nigiri ebi," Shizumaru pointed out a piece of food to Alma.
"Shrimp nigiri. It's really quite good, not at all sour like
tuna..."
"Hm..." Alma tapped her chin thoughtfully, and
picked up the nigiri. "Here's to a sweet taste," she smiled, and
managed to fit the entire piece in her mouth. After she'd swallowed,
she smiled again - "Ah... not sour at all!"
"If you prefer an
especially sweeter taste, then perhaps nigiri tamago...?"
Shizumaru pointed out another nigiri sushi on the dish before them -
this one was yellow, and wrapped around it was a black
strip.
"Is that egg?" Alma stared at the nigiri, baffled. "I
thought it was supposed to be seafood..."
"It is indeed egg.
And... not necessarily." He took a small bite out of the nigiri
tamago, and winked softly. Alma laughed and picked up one of the
nigiri tamago herself to take a bite out of it. The third person at
their table, a one Vincent Valentine, watched the two of them
silently, himself not having touched his food.
Look at them, so happy together... and all you can do
is watch...
I could enjoy myself if I wanted. Just
that I don't need your random commentary.
Aha, how threatening. I'm trembling, really I
am!
Vincent closed his eyes slowly and for the
moment, did not respond to the taunting voice in his head. A moment
passed and he took a look out from behind them at Shizumaru and Alma
- the girl was pointing to one type of nigiri after the other, while
Shizumaru was very patient and slowly said each name for
her.
"Nigiri unagi," he smiled. "Eel."
Vincent
lowered his eyes again. No need to intrude on their
happiness...
"'O-Bentou to Miso'? Well, it's better than
nothing..."
All three looked up to see who had come in the
door - a red haired girl, in a blue jacket, enormous rings dangling
from a backpack - and she'd carried a touch of irritance with her,
apparently. "I'm, ah, waiting, can someone come for me please?"
Idly, she leant against the wall and tapped her foot
impatiently.
Alma and Shizumaru stared at the girl in
disbelief. "How impolite," the Cleric frowned. "So loud and
demanding! Does she lack patience?"
"It certainly seems so,"
Shizumaru frowned, his eyebrows pursed. There was hardly a time when
he dropped his own formalities, and to see such lack of disrespect
from the girl was a touch irksome to him. "I find that those with
disregard for manners such as she are often used to being the center
of attention."
"You mean like royalty? She doesn't seem like
a princess..." Alma leaned back and gave the girl an appraising look
- she was nothing like Ovelia in the least, especially not in her
attitude. One of the waitresses nervously ran up to the girl, who
put her hands on her hips, smiling at finally being served. After
the waitress led her to her seat, she coughed - the waitress slid
out the seat for her - she looked at the seat blankly, for it was
covered with sand - the waitress dusted off the seat, and the girl
sat down, but looked at the waitress expectantly again - and the
waitress, utterly frustrated, pushed in her seat. The girl nodded
her head with a cheerful "Thank you!", and the waitress's head fell
into her palm as she walked away.
Both looked at the girl for
a second more, then turned back to the food in front of them. The
girl, though, stared disinterestedly at the menu laid before her,
and sighed.
"How the heck am I going to pick out something to
eat?! All of it looks sooo good... " She closed her eyes for a
moment, and waved her finger around with flourish, finally slamming
it down on the menu to reveal - "... what in the world is maki
sushi? Ahh well... hm... the crab meat one looks good... ahhh, but
so does the cucumber... argggh, making me choose! It looks too
good!!"
She slumped, frustrated that she couldn't figure out
what to eat, and let her eyes look around. The floor was sandy and
dirty, making her shudder. The curtains had been bleached by the
sun, and sand was caked into the corners of the walls. Everything
seemed to be a dingy, dismal, flat gold color, no matter where she
looked -
- and her eyes widened to see long, red, messy
hair, shining despite the dreary setting in the restaurant. The
black haired guy with the freaky claw and that *blonde* next to him
were nothing - all she saw was red, and she couldn't stop
staring...
He caught her gaze for a moment, lips parted
sensuously - he was about to take another bite of nigiri. The girl
looked away after a quick second, but once the young man turned his
gaze elsewhere, her eyes fell back to their admiring
stare.
She sighed dreamily.
"I wonder if he'd like a
dash of 'mint' to soothe *his*
pallete..."
--
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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The Mio Awakura Av
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Song
cue: Cowboy Bebop - Autumn in Ganymede
Mr. Kusanagi?
The Baroquian world,
the touch of heaven, had started to crumble.
Bruce is awake now.
Huh? ... Well, great, maybe we can finally see some
action or something.
*yawn* What another eventful day
ahead of us. I saw you whining in my dream Kyo. If you don't like
it, you can always commit schizophrenic suicide, because that's your
only way out.
Pal, you better shut the
fuck up with that.
Hey,
Bruce.
Gray?
HEADLOCK!
Hey, hey, stop that crap
already!
The Gray Hulk flung Bruce around in his own
mind, and left to join the conscious world.
What the hell did he just
do?!
...Dammit...he took my body...
FAWK, someone should've told me that all I had to do
was beat your ass so I can finally get a breather.
Shit.
The Gray Hulk appeared in place of Bruce
Banner, and with him, he brought along his donned blue suit and
bowler hat. With an insatiable desire for life's vices, he found a
bar to get himself a drink.
Wait,
wait a second...there's King again. AND THE SLUTBITCH K'! Aw, aw
SHIT!
Hulk remembers THAT other
man.
Shut up. I'm gonna drown
myself in a fuzzy blue nipple now. Upon the realization
that there were no fuzzy blue nipples offered in this bar, Gray
snorted.
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Blade of Vengeance
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"Zen,
I'm hungry." He stood on the top of one of the taller buildings,
scoping out the town with well-trained eyes. "Restaurant,
restaurant... Ah! There's one," he said as he spotted a squat
building with a rather eye-catching sign-- (Wait a second. I'm
on another frigging world--hell, maybe another universe--and I can
still read the signs? WTF @ that?)
At this moment,
someone more introspective (and less hungry) might have begun to
wonder at the possibilities of other worlds, other universes just
outside of one's reach, as well as the peculiarities that travel
between such worlds might bring up. He might, moreover, try to
unravel the mysteries surrounding this particular trip into another
realm--why was he here? Why was he chosen? What role could he play
in the upcoming conflicts? How could he possibly become a
-god-?
Chipp, however, had nothing on his mind but
food--specifically a nice bowl of miso soup-- (Wait, will they
even have that here?)
Will it
truly matter? If such things as miso may exist here, then you may
eat of it; if not, there is always food that may be eaten. Expand
your horizons, or something.
And so, he leapt from
the height of the building, his scarf fluttering in the wind (having
become corporeal a while ago, he found that the desert sands had an
annoying habit of going down his throat and choking him half to
death). Upon acing the landing (at that moment he had an absurd
desire to shout out "ph33r mah madd ninja skizzilz!!!!"), he zipped
down the dusty street, a bit more mindful of the myriad wagons,
animals and people in the road.
But only a bit.
Five
seconds later, he stopped in the restaurant, disturbed dust, papers
and feathers in his wake. The first thing his disciplined senses
noticed was the distinct aroma of...well, to be honest, most of it
he didn't recognize, but the... shall we say, "fragrance" of fresh
seafood stood out clearly.
(Hell, man, sushi must be damn
expensive out here in the desert.)
And on the heels of
that:
(SUSHI? HOLY ZEN!)
Immediately all his
senses went on full alert, searching for sushi like a snake seeks
out rodents. Of course, he was so intent on searching for sushi that
he barely noticed the waitress approaching him from his right.
"Hello, sir, and welcome to O-bentou no Miso Restaurant, where we
serve only the finest--AAH!"
Chipp's hand had whipped out at
an astounding speed, grasping her wrist in a ninja DEATH
GRIP™.
"Thisisamatterofgraveimportance. Doyouservesushihere?"
he spat out, his words almost as fast as his arms, hs eyes twitching
with ex-crack addict intensity.
"Err... I... we...
ahh..."
"DONUTTRIFLEWITHMEWOMANDOYOUSERVESUSHIHERE!!!???1!!123!?"
"Yes,
yes we do!! Now, could you please let go of my--" But Chipp was no
longer paying any attention. His sharp eyes had discerned the
presence of the delectable dish on a nearby table, and with a hearty
ZIP! he toinged over, to where three people were seated: A blond
chick in some really...old-looking (almost "archaic", he would
think, if he knew the word) clothing, whose hand was reaching for
her staff almost instinctively, a scary-looking dude in black, with
a wicked-looking claw, and...
(....another one of those
"bishoujo", like that Bridget chick-dude. Although it's about as
hard to tell as with him as with Bridget, and those clothes aren't
really helping--hey wait a sec, those look... and then the
umbrella... could heshe be...?)
"Umm... yeah. Sorry for
kinda barging in on your convo..." Quick as lightning, he had pulled
up a chair to their table and was now sitting with them, across from
the redhead. "I just noticed you were having some sushi, and...
well, never mind." Totally ignorant of the other patrons staring at
him, he continued. "You look relatively foreign, I'm guessing you're
in it to achieve nirvana too?" Awkward silence. "...well, anyway,
name's Chipp Zanuff. I figure, if we're gonna be fighting on the
same side, we might as well get to know each other, right? Heh
heh..." Trying very hard to keep his eyes on them, and away from the
sushi. "So, yeah. Anyone else wanna give their names, or are ya just
gonna leave me hanging here?
"...Vincent Valentine." "My
name is Alma Beoulve." "Hajimemashite. Ore wa Hisame Shizu--"
But he had no chance to continue. For the white-haired ninja
was already on the other side of the table, veritably kowtowing
toward the swordsman. "You know Japanese??? I prostrate my self
before you! Please teach me!"
Did I say there was an awkward
silence before? This had the effect of a streaker through the
Oscars.
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In this entry....
-Sponsor/Host
interaction! ...well, sort of. Mal'Ganis attempts a few Charisma
checks. -Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice
to....
---
Tingle had left Mal'Ganis of his own
accord, to the Dreadlord's relief; and he was now apparently the
burden of one "Falcon," who was apparently the rank of Captain in
some sort of, judging by him as a member; rather pathetic military
organization. He had gone out of his way to evade his rivals;
stopping only at a local restaurant to sustain the illusion of
needing mundane means of sustenance, leaving perhaps a half-minute
before a distinguished human sorcerer wearing robes somewhat
resembling Panderian fashion stepped in; although Mal'Ganis thought
little of it.
Mal'Ganis made his way back to the Academy,
stopping to "borrow" a well-made statuette from a private
glasscutter; fortunately the man was alone, making it easy for the
Dreadlord to take the piece and put him to sleep, quickly altering
his memory to forget him before leaving.
Then he got another
idea.
"Azgh ma'nath fincanis!"
A violently
shimmering green portal erupted in front of Mal'Ganis. The Dreadlord
took a step back as cracking Nether energy shot out; but then held
firm; and mentally found the Fellhound he summoned. Beckoning
forward with both hands he brought the abomination into the physical
plane; and dismissed the portal.
The demon knelt down to
scratch the monstrous dog under its chin; it turned its eyeless head
to him, growling slightly. Its mottled red fur nearly smoked with
heat; a pair of ivory horns, sparking with uncontrollable antimagic
energy, adorned its head. Mal'Ganis petted it along the back,
careful to avoid its double row of spines. "Now there's a good
infernal little puppy."
The fellhound made a sound that in a
real dog might pass for a whine; but its sounded more akin to a
quiet scream.
"Good dog." The Dreadlord pet it again and
surreptiously retrieved a black wand he'd magically bound to the
creature; unsurprisingly, it'd already eaten the scroll he had also
given it. Mal'Ganis then rose, beginning to smile. "...you've been
idle too long, haven't you?"
The fellhound nearly panted; and
the grinding of its teeth sounded like ringing, clashing
metal.
Mal'Ganis's mouth twitched in a grin; and he snapped
his fingers. Within seconds the monster resembled, almost to
perfection; a somewhat large, powerfully-built, grey-furred dog. It
growled-- then stopped, clearly surprised at hearing itself. It
looked itself over, then chased its tail for perhaps ten seconds;
then turned its gleaming eyes toward its master.
"Yes..." the
Dreadlord said. "No one will know you're anything but a normal dog
now. Go out and... enjoy yourself. Feed your hunger for magic...
there is plenty to eat. And if you get into trouble merely run
outside of town and wait for me there, and I will send you back."
The hound nodded with surprising intelligence. "Very well.
Go!"
The fellhound trotted out, then began running down the
streets of San'tar, looking for food.
---
Mal'Ganis
returned to the academy, meeting Dorrin along the way; bowing
politely toward him as they neared each other on the steps leading
to the main door.
The Dreadlord's eyes narrowed as the
Warrior-Priest raised a hand in reply, also eyeing him carefully.
Mal'Ganis sent out a thread of thought toward Dorrin's mind, seeking
for an entrace... ah, strong psychic defense, but unprepared for...
no, well, that's not bad, ah--
Dorrin's eyes narrowed. "Are
you poking around up here?" he asked, voice barely concealing
menace; "...demon? Whatever are you looking for?"
The
Nathrezim smiled. "I merely wanted to see if you were as resistant
as you seemed to be. My apologies." The mortal, assuming he was; was
powerfully built if not somewhat overweight; and Mal'Ganis could
assume from his psychic defenses that he stood little chance in open
battle against him. "...I seem to make you uneasy, do I not? Why is
that?"
The mortal's face evened into a smile. "In my line of
work... I don't usually let demons go for too
long."
Mal'Ganis matched his steely grin. "I will remember
that. Good day, Dorrin--" he paused. "Yes? Something
else?"
The cleric nodded. "Yes. Daisetsu-- you remember him,
I think-- is at the altar. He wants the guests to see what he's
going to do."
"What would that be?"
"Why don't you go
and find out? The altar, when you're done here."
Mal'Ganis's
tone nearly mirrored the man's. "I will consider it. Thank you,
Dorrin."
The two held their gazes in another silent test of
will; Mal'Ganis, however, broke first, bowing once again before
walking onward to where he knew Jun's room to be.
That
could have gone better. Dorrin... I wasn't expecting that. I will
have to be much more cautious as I scan the woman....
He
recovered quickly enough and, again trying to pretend he couldn't
read the guard's mind; asked the one he'd met earlier for directions
to Jun, learning that Kalten was in with her now and might not want
to be bothered. Mal'Ganis had not bothered to reply.
Knock
knock.
He heard a clatter from inside the room; it
sounded like a reasonably thin length of wood striking the floor.
Mal'Ganis smirked and raised his hand to the door--
"What the
hell?! Did you hear something?" snapped Kalten as he yanked the door
open, stopping short as his eyes focused on the entirely unexpected
form of a violet-armored Nathrezim in front of him.
"Not a
thing." Mal'Ganis replied, at once relieved Kalten couldn't place
the telepathic link to him.
"...uh... oh, I recognize you
now. What do you want? Daisetsu's--"
"...gone to the altar,"
Mal'Ganis interrupted, "...and Dorrin recommended I meet him there.
Yes. I wished to pay a visit to you and Lady Jun first, since I'd
seen little of her earlier."
Kalten smirked. "Isn't that
nice." He retrieved his bow and sat back down, softly nudging the
resting-- she didn't appear to be asleep now, anyway-- woman.
"Jun?"
She yawned and leaned upward; and Mal'Ganis's eyes
widened. She was... striking, at least as far as mortals went.
Brilliant eyes, long black hair... nothing compared to a succubus,
of course; but certainly above par.
Kalten... his mind is
nothing like Dorrin's. It is not as weak as the untrained,
psionic-receptive magi earlier... but it is certainly a weakness.
Fascinating... an unmatched depth of confidence... he is nearly as
fearless as Archimonde himself, it would seem, yet he's worried
about something... ah... a war... Naclos? Ah... we're to be... well,
well....
His mental probe flickered to Jun, but, unlike
the archer; she was completely unreadable. Not out of psychic
resistance, again unlike Dorrin... but... it is blank. As though she
is so well-disciplined she allows no thoughts to stray. Curious...
my powers should also work against her, though, if it came to that.
So that leaves Daisetsu....
Kalten coughed into his hand
to break the sudden silence. "So, um... was there anything you
wanted? I hate to be rude, but...."
Mal'Ganis smirked,
nodding shortly toward Kalten. "Yes, and I should not be so bold as
to stare at the Lady, correct?" he mocked, and Kalten half-rose from
his chair. "I apologize. You seem to be the sort of man who places
little value in words, so perhaps deeds would better
serve...."
The Dreadlord reached into a pocket behind his
armor and retrieved the wand, flipping it over in his hands to the
tip was toward Mal'Ganis and the handle to Kalten; then extended it
to him. "I had heard you had a minor incident with soul-stealing
Undead in the Mage Guild earlier. This is a Wand of Negation, which
can dispel them. I'm sure you won't need it yourself, but perhaps
having one on hand could make disturbances such as the one earlier
today somewhat easier to handle."
The bowman nodded and took
it, looking it over. Mal'Ganis then turned to Jun, and walked over
to the side of her bed.
"I have always had difficulty finding
gifts for mortals, especially attractive specimens such as
yourself." he began, and Jun smiled. "...so I bought you
this."
He retrieved the statuette-- a beautiful, well-carved
piece depicting a woman riding the back of a turtle; the glass shone
like a diamond-- and placed it in her hands.
"Why... thank
you, Mal'Ganis. It's beautiful."
"But a pale shadow of you,
Lady Jun." He smiled again and bowed to her, then to Kalten; and
walked backward through the door, closing it behind
them.
...the fools. Dorrin is far more cunning than he
lets on; but I have little to fear from the others. ...now,
Daisetsu....
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....
....
...that
hurt. Remind me to never attempt to read the mind of someone with a
phoenix living inside him.
...if there's any bright side,
while Daisetsu is separated from... what was it, Suzaku, yes... then
he should have little resistance himself. I will bide my time, then;
waiting for the best opportunity. There is a great deal of power in
these four... more than enough for me to stand against Kil'Jaedan
himself.
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*The fellhound-dog will probably be
running around during this round and may reappear as Mal'Ganis's
fluffy sidekick or something later on; I'm not
sure.
Something very important to note-- it possesses a power
called a "mana burn," which is a radiant beam (usually yellow,
white, or neon green) that literally boils a victim's "mana" (magic
power, etc.). If you run into the fellhound and can use "normal"
magic spells (that is, not psionics, geomancy, etc.), it'll probably
hit you with that, draining some power and hurting you a little.
It's not that powerful, but weaking your spellcasting always
hurts.
It's also terrorizing random people. And it looks
exactly like Vader's normal form. 
"As you can see, your people are now mine. I
will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of
Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Note- this is TK posting, obviously, but Krizak
asked me to finish the post, so half of it is my doing. XD So! Here
you be.
Canto I + Ab Initio + Chorus
Mint
had half a mind to just blast the newcomer straight out of the
restaurant. Grr... He's blocking my view of the cute swordsman!
And why is he fawning over him so much? Well, if he doesn't leave
soon, he's going to find out what fire tastes like!
Going back to her miso soup, Mint continued to glare at the
gathering across the room.
She was so focused on the other
table that she failed to notice the large bear wander into the
restaurant, at least until it stood on it's hind legs and release a
tremendous roar.
Immediately, the restaurant was in chaos.
Waitresses and patrons screamed for their lives as they streamed out
the doors. Vincent, Alma, and Shizumaru jumped out of their seats at
the sound of the bear, attracting it's attention to them. With
another roar, it charged at them with blinding speed, throwing aside
tables and chairs as if they were pieces of dirty
laundry.
Vincent quickly pulled out his gun and fired a
couple shots at the enraged animal. The bullets hit their mark, but
the bear seemed to shrug off the pain. Rearing back, it smashed the
gunman across the room with a single blow from it's meaty paw, then
turned it's sights to Alma. The cleric shrank away from the enraged
beast, nervously chanting as she did.
"Shoot! Dormite
ho...oh, no!" Alma shook her staff, gritting her teeth. “Of all
the times...!”
"Alma-san! Look out!"
The cleric
brought up her staff instantly in a defensive stance. It would do
little good- too little- for the bear was almost upon her, its great
forepaw raised for a crushing downward swipe- which, in turn, was
blocked by a nodachi that had suddenly materialized
there.
"Gngh...Alma-san, run!" Shizumaru said, struggling
under the bear’s amazingly sharp claws. "See to
Vincent-san!"
Alma only shook her staff harder, grimacing. "I
didn't run then, I won't run now! Dormite, hostes, ubi..., oh
come on! Come on
already!"
"Shizumaru-Engrish-sensei!"
That was enough
to turn anybody's head. Chipp Zanuff tore across the bar, his arms
tucked across his shoulders and his deadly arm-blade glinting with
the bear’s reflection. His speed was incredible, his long legs
pumping like water across the floor. He made some sort of pointed
hand-sign in front of his face, and took off at full speed, shouting
"Kami Kaz-"
Then Kuma turned and slammed its rear into
Chipp's face.
"-eeeee...?" Chipp was folded up like an
accordion the next instant, landing on his back with his legs
pointed in the air. Shizumaru made some sound that sounded like an
"or" and an "o" combined, and gave Kuma a sharp kick to his leg. The
bear roared, shrugging off the blow and giving Shizumaru a good
body-to-body slam. Shizumaru was knocked back, and Alma was
immediately there, dragging him up by his shoulders. She pointed her
staff at the bear, seeming to push forward- but again, no response.
She gasped as Kuma grabbed the rod, his claws closing to wrench it
out of her grip-
“Red! Power! Flare!”
-and then the
pungent aroma of smoked fur replaced the smell of good food, as a
fireball slammed into Kuma's side. The bear howled again, the force
of the blaze actually lifting the huge creature off his feet. Kuma
landed hard and went rolling, and Chipp cursed the loudest profanity
that had ever reached the restaurant as the bear toppled over his
prone form. Kuma rolled further, landing hard on a table upon which
two young, Eastern-looking waitresses were hiding. Smoke billowed
from his back, but the fire had gone out as he rolled.
Unfortunately, Kuma's huge weight caused the table to collapse, and
the shrieking waitresses landed atop his huge form. They landed on
him in an upside-down position, their high heels clacking against
his skull. With a groan, the bear was out, and the waitresses
fainted atop him.
Chipp, Alma, Shizumaru, and Vincent slowly
turned their heads to the cackling little Mint, who blew on her
smoking fingers like a pistol.
“Ahahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Mint raised a fist triumphantly, then pumped it. "Her majesty lays
the royal smackdown, thank you very much! Ahahahaha!" She perked up,
as though forgetting her manners, and bounded over on her squeaky
shoes to Shizumaru's side. "Oh, dear, are you hurt? I'm sorry I
didn't get there in time! Here, let me see your
face..."
Alma's brow twitched, and Shizumaru waved his hand
shyly to Mint, shaking his head. "Arigato...daijoubu desu,"
he said. "I mean, thank you, I'm all right."
Chipp looked in
the direction of the fallen bear, and rubbed his hand.
"Uh..."
"Let me guess...Holy Zen?" Vincent asked, rising as
he rubbed his sore head.
"No," Chipp said, "Holy Zen, that
bear's smiling!"
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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Sorry
that I haven't been really participating in this so far...but this
IS the week before finals for me...
That, and Season 3 of
Buffy keep me occupied for a while.
Anyway...
"You don't sound too
good. What's up?"
"I don't know how to say this,
but...Rydia's disappeared."
"What do you mean, disappeared?
Did she get lost?"
"No! I mean she vanished out of thin air!
I was taking her and my other friend home a couple of minutes ago,
and then the two just...disappeared." Through the recevier Ryo could
hear the sounds of Chris relaying the message to Jill and Claire,
who were trying to push their way through the debri of the destroyed
research facility on their way to the main lab.
"Tell us
exactly what happened." Chris said. Ryo desperately searched his
memory to describe what happened, even though it's only been about 5
minutes since the pair left. The bubbles in Rydia's beer hasn't even
stopped moving yet.
"Well, we were all drinking at King's
bar, when..."
"What a minute. YOU LET RYDIA DRINK???" Ryo
rolled his eyes, partly ashamed at his actions while listening to
Claire in the background preach about the dangers of women and
alcohol. "A person as strange as Rydia does NOT need to drink
anything but root beer and Juicy Juice."
"HEY! First of all I
was forced to let her drink! Second of all, this isn't about my
problems! We're having a crisis here!"
"Okay, okay Ryo! We're
just messing with you. Go ahead with the story." The normally
composed martial artist was just beginning to get his embarrassment
under control as he restarted his tale through the laughter on the
phone.
"Like I said, we wer drinking and the two girls got
kinda plastered, so I slung them over my shoulders and started to
take them home. And then...they just vanished out of thin
air."
"Hmmm..." The laughter subsided as Chris began to
wonder about the situation. "You think maybe it was a side affect of
Rydia drinking? I mean, she is a magician after all."
"I
don't know...I was kinda thinking it had something to do with
Wesker. You said that he was up to something, right?"
"Yeah,
but his thing is bio-terrorism, Ryo. Making people disappear would
be beyond his ability..."
"We're here, Chris." Jill said as
the three stumbled into what was left of G-Corp's man lab. What was
once a marvel of technology and science was turned into a
extraterrestial murder scene. Bodies, or rather parts of humans were
thrown across the lab like a hurricane had past though, tearing and
disfiguring each limb and body part beyond all human recognizion,
splashing numerous gallons of blood across the walls and floor in
the process. In reality, only the smell of burning flesh caused by
the destruction of millions of dollars of equipment was the only
thing that proved that living being once stood here.
Chris,
Jill, and Claire searched around the room, trying to make sense of
the carnage that painted the landscape before their eyes landed on a
document spread out on the table. As the group read the blood
stained report, a look of horror washed over their face. Chris
slowly spoke into the receiver.
"You may not be too far off,
Ryo."
As Rydia walked into the building where she
thought King and K' went, she noticed that even though this place
was really old, the numerous bottles that lined the walls instantly
reminded her of the Illusion. Even though she now was very against
the idea of drinking anything from a place with this many wine
bottles, she had to admit that the place did have a certain charm
about it.
"King likes to drink this stuff, so I'm sure
she'll be back soon..." Rydia thought since she couldn't spot
the two throughout the crowd. She did manage to spot the giant man
that she saw a little while ago. " He seems a little different
than before..."
The giant suddenly turned his head
toward Rydia with a grunt, suprising the summoner and causing her to
begin chanting a spell out of habit. However, she dropped her guard
when she noticed the giant calling her over to him.
"I
wonder what he wants..." she thought, and after a couple of
seconds she walked towards him, her right hand near the handle of
her whip...just in case.
"Hey baby, what's your name?"
"Um...excuse me?"
"Don't get your panties in a bunch
an' shit. I just wanna know your name girl." Rydia rolled her eyes
as she looked at the giant's leering eyes. His breath smelled just
as bad as King's did a couple an hours ago, so she concluded that he
was dead drunk.
"It's Rydia."
"...is that an Asian
name or something, cuz that shit sounds strange."
"I don't
know..." She would have to make it a point to ask Ryo what 'Asian'
was one day...
"Nah...guess not. Besides, my sources tell me
that most Asians don't have a body like yours. Hot damn." All of a
sudden a giant hand rubbed her ass, and Rydia instantly pulled out
her whip a lashed the monsterous arm. The attack didn't seem to hurt
the man at all as his smirk grew brighter.
"The hell you're
think you're doing?"
"Oh, you got a whip?! You're that kinky
and shit? Well hell then! I couldn't get any blue nipples from this
place, but I'll take some peach ones instead. Now come on here and
sit on Big Daddy's lap."
Rydia was on the verge of casting a
Thundaga spell on the atrocious beast, but as her head started
pounding again, she decided to do...something else.
"You wanna lap dance, big boy?"
As
Hulk looked into Rydia's eyes, he watched in wonderment as it
changed from green to a icy blue color. Her voice also became more
raspy as well, and it did well to go with her attitude as she took
her right hand and slowly moved it from his face to his chest. Even
though her touch was cold as ice, Hulk was feeling heat all over as
she started to wisper something is his ear.
"You couldn't handle it."
Out of the
corner of her eye, she spotted King and K' sitting near the corner
of the bar. Snapping back to reality, Rydia headed to the pair in
haste.
"Nice talking to you!" she said in her normal,
cheerful voice.
"What the fuck? Teasing bitch!" Hulk yelled
as he broke the glass he held in his hands.
EDIT: That's
all for today...sleepy time.
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: 04-20-2003 , 07:33
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Basic Lurker
Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Just a little humor post.
"So,
Jason...." Ky started. "Which 'formula' did you use back at the
glass shop?"
"Which one? It's called, 'Super Heal'." Jason
replied. The two young men, along with Storm and Vader, had been
wandering town. After having met in the destroyed glass shop, the
four were looking for someone Ky knew, discussing Jason's alchemy
while searching. "It's the best healing formula I have."
"Do
you have other kinds of formulas?" The weather mistress Storm
asked.
"Yeah, plenty." He answered happily. Alchemy was his
hobby, and borderline obsesion. It was only natural for him to rant
about his specialty when he didn't have to keep it secret. "Some
attack formulas, some defensive formulas, some with boosting
effects."
"Boosting?"
"Increasing your natural
abilities. Here I'll show you." Saying that, he reached into his
bag, and focused his desired ingredients. "This formulas
called....Energize!" The fanboy began twitching a bit as a white
energy similar to Electricity poured into him from the sides. It
quickly subsided, saved for a few tiny sparks that popped harmlessly
around him.
"This one increases the energy in your body as
well as the outpu-u-u-t." Jason twitched slightly while saying this.
"It's great in combat, since you can fi-i-i-i-IGHT YOUR HARDEST
WITH-...out getting burned out from exhaustion." Ky and Storm were
wide-eyed as Jason seemed to barely restrainn himself from jumping
out of his shoes.
"Are you alright, Jason?" The swordsman
asked.
"Yeah, yeah... this is just a side-effect. If your not
doing pushing yourself to burn it off, the energy has nowhere to go.
As a result, the power surges make you real jittery and HYPER~!
'SCUSE ME FOR A SEC!" He yelped as he felt his built up energy ran
through his body again. He started shaking his head back and forth,
jibbering, "BLBLBLBLLLGLBGLBGRBLELBRBRBKHCK!!!"
"How long
does this last?!" The paladin asked, thouroughly spooked. Jason had
begun jogging in place to help slow down his outbursts.
"Less
than a minute. Should end soon..."
Then he reared his head up
and
shouted.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~!!!"
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:37
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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With
that, Round 1 has ended.
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