Bowling
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 05:45
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: Ayumi Hamazaki - The End of the World
Guys...did
you kill off the Guilt Hulk yet?!
Bruce? ... Yeah, we're alright.
Good.
The ground beneath the crumbled labyrinth in the mind's
chamber began to crackle; the Hulks and Kyo ran to the scattered
ends of the walls around them to make way for the giant which tore
its ways through the confines of conscious thought. Bruce, still in
the center hall in his mind, could saw the floor explode as a large
tail cleared its way.
The beast's head emerged from the now
visible inferno from the bottom layer of Bruce's mind; and on top of
it rode its keeper, the sealed away Devil
Hulk.
Greetings, old friends. ...
The shocked expressions on your faces betrays you. Wait, don't
speak; you want to know how I was...freed? Two reasons.
The Devil Hulk pointed at Kyo. I was released
by the turmoil caused by his Hulk. This one! The new
Hulk's growl caused powerful waves to erupt around the now erupting
labyrinth. I was thinking of calling him...the
Giga Hulk!
Don't pin this
on me, asshole! Kyo tried to leap at the Devil Hulk, but
realized that he was now suspended on a platform above the pyre.
Helpless as always. The second reason?
We're being called, you see, by demons of infinity! Why don't you
look outside?!
Bruce saw his fellow fighters
fending off countless hordes of demons, but had no power as of the
moment to fight back.
And the quicker
we tap into the body, the quicker we can make haste with the
destruction. Carry on as if we had never come. Ta ta. The
Devil Hulk and the Giga Hulk flew to the crystalized control room
and appeared before Bruce, projected at the top.
...
Bruce sat down and meditated, and went into a deep
sleep.
What are you
doing?!
Cue song: Martian Successor Nadesico -
You Get To Burning
The chambers dissipated into a dream;
the setting, an open field under a dark sky, with the winds blowing
away the leaves of dead trees. Kyo and the Hulks now appeared before
the Devil and Giga Hulk, looking mighty pissed off.
I know what you represent, Devil Hulk! YOU'RE GOING
THE FUCK DOWN!
Hmph. I'd rather be
taunted by a generic action movie quib than an embarassing little
retort like that. But if you're so willing to die, be my
guest.
The fuck? "If you're so
willing to die, be my guest?" That's lame.
The
Devil Hulk leaped off of the Giga Hulk's head, and immediately
rushed across the field to silence Kyo by pouncing on him, by the
Hulk capitalized by grabbing a large piece of the earth and flinging
it at the Devil. Suddenly, Gray Hulk grabbed Kyo's arm and escorted
him away from the action, leaving the Professor to take on the Giga
Hulk.
Hm. You remind me of a
dinosaur. The Giga Hulk lowered its head and roared,
singeing the Professor with his breath. The Professor extracted a
large bazooka from his pants. This is a
nuclear bomb. It seems that you're also unaware of the powerful
weapons Bruce gave us in his dream. The Professor shot a
bomb into the Giga Hulk's throat, promptly exploding it. That's a victory.
The Giga Hulk
regenerated.
Oh
damn.
Meanwhile, Joe Fixit set Kyo down behind a
patch of dark trees.
The hell're you
doing Joe?!
Don't be a dumbass. He
said that that big Hulk was yours, right?
Right...
Well, you
have your own demons to fight, right? I know you're really into
paintings and shit. So here. The Gray Hulk presented Kyo
with a paintbrush, a canvas, and many paints.
The...do you want a portrait mother fucker? Does
this look like a Kodak moment?!
This is how you become your own man, kid; do what the
fuck you want instead of what you're told! The real Kyo's a poet,
but you fucking suck at it.
Bitch, you're the last one to talk when it comes to
poetr-
Shut the fuck up. Anyway,
you suck at writing poems, but you're a pretty good analyzer of
paintings. ... Why don't you paint a pretty picture, of the family
you want, or a pretty landscape, of the life you wish you had, fuck,
draw a girl with big tits; PAINT.
And THIS is supposed to stop that big
Hulk?
Do you have any better ideas,
you dumb twat?
Fine, fine; I'll
paint.
The Gray Hulk rushed back into the action,
and ducked when the Professor flew right over him.
You got your salad tossed?
How...characteristically...uncalled
for...Fixit. The Professor fainted, leaving Hulk alone to
battle with the others. Joe thought Hulk wasn't countering Devil
Hulk's blows fast enough.
Yo,
Hulk!
WHAT?!
Stop for a moment. Get hit in the
face.
...why?! The Hulk got
sucker punched by the Devil Hulk.
What a
brilliant piece of advice, Joe Dipshit. Got any other
ideas?
Yeah, totally kick him in
his fucking balls! The Gray Hulk said, with a faux pas
surfer's accent.
Radical! I'll kick him
in the crotch to the extreme max! The Devil Hulk
complied, matching the accent, and kicking the Hulk square in his
nuts. The Hulk retracted, and yelled out at the sky.
AHHHH!!! HULK ... SMASH!!! The Hulk gave
the Devil Hulk faster, harder punches, and was able to dodge a few
of his own blows.
UGH! The...what
happened to...you?!
Should've done your homework asshole. The
Gray Hulk said, while lighting a ganja cigar. The madder the Hulk gets, the stronger he gets. HEY,
HULK! HE CALLED YOU A FAG!
WHAT?! HULK NOT FAG!!! HULK NOT
FAG!!! The Hulk began to furiously, relentlessly
rip apart the Devil Hulk; the rage was far too powerful for the
Devil to withstand any longer. The Hulk grabbed the Devil Hulk's
unconscious body, leaped literal miles into the sky, and pounded him
on impact. The Devil was done.
Fuck,
I need a pencil. ... Got one. Okay. ... Yeah, balance, trinity, got
it. Easy ass shit. Kyo stood up and looked at his
completed, rough looking portrait of a Puerto Rican Jesus Christ.
My first, offensive, pretentious,
religious-themed piece of art. I feel...damn
good!
The Giga Hulk, which represented the false
feelings and emotions our Kyo had...dissipated into nothingness.
Peace was had at last within the fragile, yet solid mind of Bruce
Banner.
Whew. I'm done. You guys get the hell up here. We
have people to save and ass to kick.
***
Cue
the last song: Rocky - Theme Song
Bruce Banner, with his
mind finally at peace, grabbed the hands of Air Man, Allen Snyder,
Dan Hibiki, Captain Falcon, Tingle, Adol Christian, and even Max
from Tales of Destiny II. A pair of demons marched towards them; the
legendary Konami game designer Hideo Kojima, the man with the power
to control reality, and the man who controls all of the evil in the
free world, Rupert Murdoch. The heroes triumphantly charged at the
two men, with their fighting spirits at the highest
peak!
2D Will Never
Die
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Psycho Power
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 05:50
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Still nothing here to see
Registered: Dec
2001 Location: Wouldn't you like to know
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"Hyaa!" Yuffie slices down a dark warrior with a
double-handed overhead chop. She shifts to her left and brings her
Conformer around in a sweeping slash that takes down a wailing
creature. Two more quick slices drops another creature. Not
stopping, she sends her weapon flying in an arc, taking down the
ones in front of her before it returns to her hand.
Yet even
as she cuts those dark beings down, more continue to replace them,
relentless and fearless, desiring to destroy every living thing in
the chamber. Looking around, Yuffie can see that sooner or later,
the darkness that is accumulating will eventually overwhelm them.
And she doesn't want to find out what will happen next.
"It's
all up to you guys!" Yuffie cries out to where the explosion came
from, to the Avatars and to the three to whom the fate of the
universe rests upon. "Don't let us down!"
Yuffie turns back
towards the dark horde. She holds Conformer in front of her, and
concentrates. Energy starts swirling into an orb, gathering on the
center of the weapon. It builds up to an enormous mass many times
her size.
All
Creation
An immense beam blasts from the
orb, cutting a large swath through the demon
horde.
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Woo hoo! Time for the final
showdown! 
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 06:42
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Before
Testament could begin to attack Altima, something
happened...Armageddon, to be specific. The Archbishop, not human but
a creature cast from a place darker than the blackest pits of hell;
Anko, possessed by the Archbishop and used as a vessel for the power
of God; the Lords, making the ultimate sacrifice in order to try and
oppose the Archbishop's plan.
"This thing wishes to return
all creation to nothing...NO. I cannot allow that to happen! Dizzy,
Alma...I will protect you!"
From Testament's eyes, a
shining golden light flared. Within moments, that light had spread
over the rest of his, burning away the shadows to replace them with
hues of shining gold. And there was something different about his
face, too...something noble, long buried within the mire of hatred
that had filled him for so long, seemed to have risen up for one
final Crusade. It was...hope.
"I cannot fail! For Dizzy (I
owe you everything), for Alma (may your innocence shine pure
forever), for everyone out there who's worth the air they breathe,
for ALL OF THEM! I will not fall!"
With that, Gold Testament
rushed at the possessed Anko, scythe blade glowing with a bright,
shining light...
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 07:20
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Hisame Shizumaru - 7:1
Upon first being
drawn into the tunnel - the twisting, swerving pathway to the center
of the universe; that sacred birthplace of all existance, Shizumaru
could not help but feel insignificant to the cosmic beauty around
them; of the stars, planets, comets flashing by, whisking through
nebulae, seeing the birth of those stars and past them, galaxies
passing over his vision in incalculable amounts - and to think that
once, he'd felt that walking the stretch from Tokyo to Kyoto was a
long distance. Never would he feel that way again.
But now
was not the time to revel such natural beauty - Altima dove in
quickly, the surge of her power maddening and obsessive. The spell
of hers, Grand Cross, was a prime example of that power. Much to his
surprise, Shizumaru could feel such power coursing through him,
through every vein and cell and muscle, nearly overwhelming him.
Calmly, he focused his mind on one thing - the Void Creation. He
could not help but feel sympathy for the maiden Anko, trapped in her
body - much as he himself had been when Ameki had taken control of
his body.
"Anko-san..." he murmured softly. "Alma-san,
Elmdor-san - even myself - no one should have to suffer this pain,"
He fluffed out his wings some; a constant reminder of that trauma
he'd suffered at the hands of Shang Tsung. "And if it means that
death can be your only release - " he gripped his umbrella tighter -
" - then I shall do everything I must to save you from it..." his
other hand grasped the hilt of his nodachi; the two braids from Zack
Ebony and Tachibana Ukyo fluttering behind him - "And if it would
mean the fate of all existence, then I shall have it in my power to
defend it!!"
In an enormous burst of speed due to the
nigh-godlike powers he possessed, he flew towards Anko and Altima,
Kirisame at the ready. He zipped straight past Altima and snapped
open the umbrella, flinging it at Anko. The sharp edge of the open
frame struck the Void Creation and it let out a grievous howl; one
that Shizumaru tried to pay no attention to. He swerved out of the
way as a writhing tentacle of pure black energy flew toward him from
Anko, and when he caught his umbrella again, he brought it up over
his head and slammed it down, breaking the energy and sending out a
spray of what looked like black ink - though, blood was what it only
could've been. He snapped open the umbrella, deflecting the odd
liquid, and once the flow had stopped, shut it quickly and flew in
with another immense burst of speed, plunging the umbrella into
Anko's torso. He flipped away as she stumbled,
disoriented.
For the briefest moment, his eyes caught
Altima's - deep, red - bloody - they were the eyes of the Angel, but
it was not her that he saw. Alma-san, please, do not slip away -
this will be over soon! You must be in there; I can feel it... do
not let go of your life!
Testament flew in front of him,
a brilliant gold against the vast emptiness of the universe around
them. He struck with his scythe, equally golden, carving the air in
front of him with a cross-slash which struck Anko's arm, and it
spilled the same strange black blood that it had done with the burst
tentacle. Testament backed up to Shizumaru's position and caught his
eye. "Do you fight for her?"
"Whom?" Shizumaru blinked. "You
mean Alma-san?" Looking over back at Altima, who stood motionless,
transfixed on the young man, his eyes darted back to Testament in
his splendid gold. "... I do. For her, and Elmdor-san, and those who
have been overtaken by the darkness inside them. I was powerless to
stop it happening from Alma-san - and as it happened to me, I can
feel her anguish inside that body - I sympathize true with her -
"
He flapped his wings to avoid another blast of darkness
from the Void Creation. Testament opened his mouth to speak, but
Shizumaru shook his head, and dashed in close to Anko, while
Testament sliced down the new shot of energy with his scythe. Close
in, Shizumaru swung up hard with the umbrella, flipping at the peak
of the slash, and hit once more with the nodachi - and the
agonizing, distorted howl of Anko filled his ears, nearly making him
drop his nodachi before he'd sheathed it.
Curiously, he
looked behind him, and moved out of the way as Altima took a turn to
strike forth, cutting forth with her daggers. Anko stared blankly,
but her form radiated with the flow of darkness, and in a split
second, that bubble finally burst - knocking all three away from
her, and leaving her to race ahead. Testament led the way first -
"We can't let her get away, not with what's at stake!!" He dashed
forward as a golden streak to meet Anko, and Shizumaru was about to
follow him -
- when Altima grabbed onto one of his
wings.
In horror, Shizumaru looked back, struggling against
Altima's grip, and panicked: "This is no time for your schemes - all
of us will die if the Void Creation is allowed to carry out its
mission! We have to - "
Altima pulled him in close, and his
eyes widened at her expression. "We - we mustn't, Altima-sama...
this is - not *now* - "
Shizumaru!! he heard a faint
cry in his head, and his mind went into a flurry. He took a look
again at Altima - and while the body was that of the Bloody Angel -
the eyes were Alma's, and they were pleading to him silently. He was
breathless - "Alma-san! How do I - "
You can't worry about
me! Her voice was breathless as well. You know it yourself;
too many people are depending on us to have Altima attain her true
power!
He nodded. "I do. Alma-san, what are you -
"
Shizumaru's eyes hardened at the next faint cry of Alma's
sent into his mind.
You cannot let her get near Anko. Both
of us know what would happen if she is allowed to defeat the Void
Creation! I... I don't care if it hurts - you must defeat Altima and
prevent her from gaining that strength!!
He was
motionless; only the sounds of Testament's battle shouts and the
whisks of the cosmos around them were what he could hear. His head
trembled - but he understood his duty, and what Alma was asking him
to do. It didn't stop a tear from falling from one of his eyes,
however...
Shizumaru - was the last thing he heard
before Altima's hand let him go - and it was the last thing he heard
before taking his first strike against the Bloody
Angel.
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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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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 08:15
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Jellomancer
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Amethyst floated near one wall of the chamber, three
cards floating in a triangle before him, a fourth in the middle.
Three went into that tunnel... The Knight of Swords, the Tower,
and... Death. The Tower rotated gently on its vertical axis,
revealing the High Priestess on its back. High Priestess, is your
struggle so great? Such fair and unspoiled beauty hiding such inner
turmoil... The fourth card turned, revealing The World. One
corner of Amethyst's mouth turned up, and with a wave of his hand,
the cards darted back into his sleeve.
He turned and gazed at
the legions of demons pouring from the shadowy portal. One hand
drifted to the grip of the Comet Blade at his side.
"For the
blood of the innocent lost, and for the fate of The World... Gladly
will I fight the legions of Hell."
Sound
like a similar situation?
Heh.
Slowly, Amethyst drew both
swords, rolled over in midair, and dived towards the
demons.
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Wee, braindead r me. Again. Anyway, yeah. Anyone use Amethyst, longsword and katana,
go nuts.
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 09:00
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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((Unfortunately, my brain is all but totally tapped out
right now--I can't write shit. Anyone who cares enough, put Chipp in
their post; I don't have the energy to put something out right
now....))
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 09:09
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Testament continued to fight with the Void Creation,
doing everything in his power to slow the doombringer before she
could reach her destination. The Gear attacked relentlessly,
chaining his strikes together in a rabid flurry of attacks...a quick
horizontal slice, a powerful vertical cleave from top to bottom, a
diagonal stroke, a kick, another horizontal slash, a Gravedigger.
But the with the power of a god behind her, the possessed Anko was a
formidible foe...she fought back, blades of light emanating from her
hands to meet Testament's scythe, deftly repelling the attacks;
until the kick connected, catching her offguard and momentarily
breaking her defense, allowing the next slash to connect, ripping a
deep, ugly gash across her stomach, which was soon crossed by
another, even larger wound from the Gravedigger. Anko was hurled
back by the force of the Gravedigger, but she swiftly recovered, and
launched a counter attack of her own, in the form of a massive
pillar of light that would make Gamma Ray look like a sparkler.
Testament's eyes widen...hurling himself to the side, he was able to
avoid being blown apart. It was then that Testament noticed that he
was alone in fighting against the Void Creation; turning, he saw
that the demon he had spoken to in passing earlier, Shizumaru, was
attacking Altima.
He's attacking her...! No...he's trying
to set her free, to restore Alma to herself. I should help! But I
cannot. Even if I restore Alma, it will do no good if the universe
is destroyed, and her with it! No...I must focus on the battle at
hand before engaging Altima.
"Alma...I'm sorry. Please,
hold on..."
With that, Testament turns his attention back to
Anko, his eyes blazing once more. Charging forward, he unleashes his
attack...
"NIGHTMARE CIRCULAA! NIGHTMARE
CIRCULAA!"
Testament raises his hand, pointing at Anko...in
front of his hand appear two immense summoning circles made of pure
energy, one behind the other, each one bearing an uncountable number
of ornate runes carved in lines of light. The second circle, the
rear one, remains dormant. But in the front circle, a nighmarish
visage appears, gazing at Anko with a horrifying stare that would a
grown man scream....and then, it erupts in a tidal wave of lethal
energy, a toxic hurricane bearing the screams of a hundred souls in
direst agony. The dire onslaught goes on and on...but at last, it
ends. The possessed Anko, momentarily winded by the attack, takes a
moment before she begins to prepare her counter attack. And then the
second circle erupts, catching her completely offguard. The
screaming wind rips into her, burying her beneath a savage assault
on mind, body, and soul(s). While the hellish vortex keeps her
engaged, Testament rushes towards Anko, his scythe flashing in arcs
of gold...
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 09:28
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto VI + Noli Me Tangere +
Framata
The first sensation Altima felt when her
power returned was that of a sword's edge. She went rigid, the blade
strangely...well, hurting, but in such a way as she'd never
felt. She had taken the recoil of her Grand Cross and the Grand
Unholy with all of her power, and it was all but a tickle against
her perfect flesh. Yet now, as the nodachi cut into her
shoulder...
What are you doing, my
Body? Surely you're still weak and hurt from the Fallen Angel's
Tear...why do you yet resist? Feel this power we have! The strength
of centuries, of millenia, of all of time flows into us. Rest
now...I will be there shortly to comfort you. Then I will truly
bring you to life, my precious Alma...
Altima
touched her wound, her wine-dark eyes fluttering with surprise. The
blade had cut deep. She looked at its wielder, panting and hoarse
before her, and her eyebrows lifted again. He was a vessel- one of
those which carried her servants. Yet he stood against her. It
was...thrilling. He was called Shizumaru, if she remembered- ah,
yes, Shizumaru Hisame. A beautiful young man; with that sort of
body, 'Ameki' was surely as appreciative as she
was.
"Shizu...maru," Altima said, trying the name out on the
lips- her Body responded so well to it. She took her palm from her
wounded shoulder, and then brushed her lips over her palm. She kept
eye contact with Shizumaru at all moments, her pink lips turning up
in a smile. Then, when the palm passed, they were red with her own
ichor. Her silver locks fluttered with an unearthly wind, and she
puckered her lips once. "So brave, aren't you..."
She could
smell the fear on him- not fear of her, but fear of what he was
about to do- and yet his eyes! They glowed with that ferocious
courage, the same spirit that Alma herself wielded. Altima almost
shook her swimming head in amazement; that sort of bravery, which
she'd wanted to laud so many times in the comfort beyond comforts-
it actually existed in others beyond Alma, and one of them now faced
her.
"Invigorating," Altima said, sighing. Her long knives
came up again, and she clasped them on either side of her full
chest. "I'll have to try to keep you alive, little Shizumaru...don't
be sad. After this, you will sleep, and when you wake..." She
smiled. "Well...you'll be at the right side of God, in more ways
than one, won't you?"
He flushed with anger, and Altima had
to chuckle. So warm. Truly, he will make a
fine champion- think you not so, Alma? Watch...I hope you enjoy
this, too.
Shizumaru rushed at her, his long
eastern blade drawn. He tore across the tunnel as Testament hacked
away at the Void Creation, and Altima's soul soared. A battle on two
fronts- it was so enticing! She twirled her cruel daggers until they
reached a cross guard in her clawed hands, and then she came to
Shizumaru with a wild screech. They clashed- Shizumaru's overhead
swipe was caught in her cross guard. She giggled, leaning in with a
shove of abnormal strength as he took flight. Shizumaru wavered in
the air- and then gasped as she leaned in, abruptly, and bit his
cheek.
"Don't waste time, my little Shizumaru," Altima said,
her blades locked tightly with his. "Your strength...show it to me.
If you let me in close enough to bite you again...you're
mine."
"Bakemono ga," Shizumaru said, his eyes flaring
with anger. He pushed off her, somersaulting in midflight, and when
he came up, his nodachi was sheathed, and there was the Kirisame in
his hands. He popped it open and curled up into a sort of
cannonball- and then his wings pumped, and he came at her, the sharp
edges of his umbrella whirring like a chain saw. "Raiu!" he yelled,
as his umbrella met with the cross-guard daggers. Sparks flew, wings
beat, and Shizumaru broke
through-
Nothing.
Na-nani?! Shizumaru stopped,
breaking his stance as his technique hit nothing. He hovered in
midair, looking around the bright blue tunnel-
"Mm, up
here..."
Shizumaru didn't even glance up. He brought his
umbrella up just as the twin daggers cut viciously down on its
cloth, shearing some of it away. He strained under the blows,
shocked at the strength behind them- even with the oni
brought out, he didn't have nearly that much physical power. But as
he felt Altima back away, he realized he still had a trick left-
dangerous, but any way to save Alma was a good way.
He
slammed his palm on the pommel of his umbrella, and sent it up in
the air. Now he could see her- Altima whirring aside, a slow
backflip in midflight with her wings out and her daggers held in
safeguard along her forearms. Her somersault carried her just out of
the way of the Kirisame, and then Shizumaru struck. He powered up
with his wings, kicking off from his heel, and one hand grabbed the
Kirisame as it hovered in the air.
"Shin Kyoraku
Zan!"
Shizumaru shouted the name of the move as the other arm
tore his nodachi out of its sheathe and made a vicious thrust to
Altima's exposed back. It was a weak stab, but if he could clip her
wings it wouldn't matter. He felt the tip strike something solid,
and he lit up with success-
-only to find her blades crossed
behind her back, their flats exposed in a slim shield. Shizumaru was
shocked- to block with that kind of accuracy...it was
terrifying.
Kusooo!
Altima's somersault brought
her down again, facing Shizumaru in midair- and then her swords
whipped up in speedy, decisive slashes delivered with such grace as
to be admired. Shizumaru brought his nodachi up in a defensive
position, but she was so fast! He blocked one on his right, dodged
low- gasped as one tore across his sternum. He felt his left shirt
sleeve rip when he moved his right arm to block, and then felt a
cold settle in his stomach as his Kirisame just barely blocked a
stab to it. Then her swords whipped up in the air and came down, and
he moved his nodachi up to block them both. One clanged against it-
but the other didn't. Shizumaru stiffened- she'd only swung one
down, the other was still there! His Kirisame again lifted, and he
almost got it open-
"Aaah!"
She stabbed him viciously
in the left arm, which he held the Kirisame in. Shizumaru grunted
with pain- this sort of speed was like Tachibana-san's, but she
wasn't even using iaijutsu. She wrenched her blade out before
he could retaliate, and locked her blades again, sandwiching his
nodachi between them-
"Aperite septem ianuas ut turris
potestatis pervenias!"
An incantation- like Alma's.
Shizumaru's eyes went wide, however, as a beam of green light tore
over him. He barely had time to blink before it expanded,
encompassing his figure-
Shizumaru,
BLOCK!
"Ultima!"
-and
exploded.
Shizumaru's back bent from the ferocity of the
blow- a blow of such power that it could cause pain, even to a
near-god. He felt his shirt blown open from the blast, his muscles
burning with searing heat. Light burned into his retinas, blinding
him momentarily; it just wouldn't stop growing, razing every inch of
his body. His wings went rigid with pain and shock as the Ultima
spell took him, and his body curved back amidst Altima's strange
giggles-
...i-iie...iie...IIE! Alma-san!
His
eyes snapped back open, sight flooding into them. Shizumaru kicked
his legs over, grabbing his Kirisame and nodachi, and powered
himself up in a tornado spin. "Baiu- Ensatsu
Jiiiin!"
He spun once, his Kirisame flying up in a upward
blow from the side. Altima's eyes caught it, however, and she flew
up above it, smiling condescendingly, adoringly. But Shizumaru was
not yet beaten. As he came around, his Kirisame switched over to his
back, and he plucked the nodachi from its sheathe. During that long
draw, he spun again, and ripped the great blade- the blade named Ou
Haraeno Maga Kami Shizumaru- up in a mirror movement of the Kirisame
strike- a double tornado cleave, the long swords aiming for Altima's
side.
Altima flew above both, cackled wildly- and then she
flew back down and drove her swords down. One slammed into his hilt,
and Shizumaru gasped, having to release the nodachi. It plummeted to
the bottom of the spiral, and shock overrode him.
Pain was
next, as the other sword came like the bite of a wild animal into
his shoulder.
"Aaaah!" Shizumaru cried out in pain, the blood
flying from the slick, wide wound running over his left shoulder,
down over his chest. He fell back to the bottom of the tunnel,
gasping as his back hit it. He immediately grabbed that arm and
turned over onto his side, rolling back up to his knees. The pain
was great and the bleeding was profuse, but he had to get his
nodachi back...
Altima came fluttering down, her smile still
hypnotic. She brushed the bloody blade over her already bloody lips,
mixing the blood of an angel with the blood of a devil. An exquisite
taste. Shizumaru looked like hell, figuratively- an Ultima spell
followed by a blow like that had left his shirt in tatters,
revealing a cut and burned torso of slightly golden flesh. Oh, I pray he will live...I can't let a warrior like
this go to waste...
"Shizumaru...it is over,"
Altima said, her face seeming to gleam with that holy white aura
again. "This was never a fight. Shh...sleep now. Let me through, to
the Void- I will destroy it, and then the world will know peace.
Please..." She let her blades hang low, her gaze softening to where
it almost seemed like Alma's again. "Please...trust me. All I want
is for someone to trust me. Let it be
you..."
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Shizumaru shivered with pain, the angry wound like the
taste of failure. If only he could get his nodachi again, he could
try...but she'd disarmed him with such finality, avoiding even the
Baiu Ensatsu Jin. She was on such a level that even the most
legendary swordsmanship was all but trivial. Worst of all, her voice
held such...loneliness to it. It was the acrid loneliness he'd felt
all his life...
Tatsukete...tell me what I should
DO...
Altima had begun to walk forward. "Stay here. I
will defeat it-"
Then something shrill pierced the
air.
"DON'T LET HER-"
Shizumaru turned his head
up, gasping- it was Alma's voice again. But so loud, so
shrieking...it was like the scream of a banshee. He held his ear in
pain, seeing Altima grab hers with the same sudden anguish- and then
something burst through the wall of the tunnel. The banshee scream
stopped, and was replaced by the ominous hum of metal swinging
through the air. Shizumaru looked up, and caught a flicker of black
and red whirring over the bright blue light of
hyperspace-
...masaka...
It landed right in
front of him, sticking in the floor of light. A huge, black tachi,
broader and longer than most. A black hilt, weaved in red, with a
huge crimson hilt shaped more like a cross guard. And the blade,
long and black- long and ebony- with a bleeding crimson
edge.
Such was the sight of the blade that Altima, Holy
Angel, took a step back.
Out of a rip in time and space,
along the path to the center of the universe, a bloody savior- the
Muramasa.
Shizumaru-kun!
Tach...Tachibana-san...?
We
are with you, beyond those locks of hair! Shizumaru- use that
sword!
Shizumaru paused, for a moment too stunned to
think- and then he tok it. He reached out and grabbed the black and
crimson hilt of the Muramasa tachi, hearing it groan beneath his
fingers as he grasped it. Only then did he notice its scarlet edge
was seeped in crimson- in burning blood, that smelled of something
eerily familiar. Whatever it was, it did not dry on the stainless
obsidian steel, and at the moment, Shizumaru didn't care. He pulled
it up, feeling it shudder again as its dark blade was freed from the
tunnel of light. Hefting it up, Shizumaru rushed again at Altima,
his eyes alight as he slung the Muramasa low and at his
side.
"Kime...kime ni iku wa yo!" he screamed, calling
at Altima. It was time to end this. Without his nodachi, he was
powerless, but this sword- this sword last seen in the hands of a
true friend- maybe, just maybe, he could do
this.
"Hito-Ryu no Ougi- Santou Baiu Ensatsu
Jiiiiin!"
Shizumaru charged Altima, and both combatants
leapt into the air, and then it started again. Shizumaru tore
forward once, sheathing the shorter but heavier Muramasa into the
nodachi scabbard, and whipped his Kirisame up in the initial strike.
Altima dove up, her first sword slamming into the umbrella to block.
The umbrella fell, but Shizumaru let it fall, already spinning
again. His hands drew the Muramasa out for a faster strike than he
ever could have accomplished with the nodachi, and the blade slammed
violently into Altima's first sword-
-and sent it
flying.
Now! Now!
Altima brought her dagger up,
expecting Shizumaru's momentum to end there- but it didn't.
Shizumaru suddenly kicked against his legs, powering his wounded
wings up for a vicious and third ascending strike. He spun
around, and brought the Muramasa up with all his might, screaming a
savage war cry as its red edge echoed the scream-
-and
Altima, likewise, dodged that as well. The Muramasa grazed her
stomach as her wings took her up again, and then whipped around
Shizumaru's back as he fell.
Altima knew she'd won, and her
shocked eyes settled into a satisfied stare. She brought her dagger
up again, her other hand reaching down to grab Shizumaru in midair.
Her talons snatched into his stomach, clawing his flat abdominals,
and the Bloody Angel brought down her other twisted dagger, aiming
for the shoulder. "Now you're mine! SHIZUMARU!"
The Muramasa
clicked out of a sheathe, and screamed back at
her.
"TSUBAME GAESHI!"
The edge of the blade
came around, ignited with fire in a ferocious battoujutsu
draw. Shizumaru screamed as he drove the blade up and down in a
cleaving strike, and Altima cried out in surprise, already releasing
him. She flew back, but it was already too late. The bloodstained
edge of the Muramasa was ablaze, the friction of the draw igniting
it instantly. Altima brought up her sword- she could yet block, and
block she did, as the burning Muramasa cut deeply against the edge
of her blade, and the fire scorched her chest but did not
wound-
-then a smell touched her nose, and Shizumaru's. It
was the smell of the blood on the edge of the tachi. It was a
pungent aroma, something like a manmade substance. Altima frowned
for that one second, but her eyes locked onto Shizumaru's face in
the next instant. His was a tight look of awe, his eyes wide and his
scream now fading into a grin.
"Mako no
chi-"
a devil-
Then the ignited Muramasa
let loose an explosion with twice the violence of Ultima, and Altima
screamed as her sword shattered-
-and the Muramasa cleaved
her in two.
Shizumaru lost sight of her then, as the
explosion drove into his body as well. His wings flew up as he was
thrown down with burning violence into the blazing floor. Again he
impacted and again his body bucked, and he coughed saliva with large
flecks of red in it. Yet when his eyes opened, he saw Altima's body,
glowing with light. Her face was wide with shock, and she clawed
desperately at her severed chest- and then burst into a pillar of
light that shook the tunnel, blinding him. Shizumaru turned away as
her screams faded into that screaming light, too shocked to
respond.
"EeeeeaaaaAARRRRRGHHHhhhhhhh..."
Shizumaru
heard something slump beside him. Panting raggedly, he looked over,
and felt a weight press into his chest.
"Hff...hff..." Alma
weakly held onto her staff as she lay on her knees, her shirt in
tatters to reveal burned and bloodied flesh, but with an ashen smile
that would have warmed the coldest heart. She swallowed once, her
quivering hand reaching over until it clasped his. "You...you did
it, Shizumaru...thank you..."
"Alma-san..." Shizumaru weakly
squeezed her hand, smiling tiredly.
"'Tadaima'..."
Alma smiled wider, tugging his arm a
bit- and then her eyes went wide. She yanked him back, pulling him
along with all her might, as a sudden scream burst through the
tunnel once more. But this was no high-pitched war cry or banshee
shriek. It was the scream of bone grating against bone, of fiber on
fiber and sinew clashing with sinew. A vibration shook everyone to
the core, chilling blood and shaking bone.
From where Altima
had fallen, something was rising. A mass of bones...a Bone
King.
"The Perfect Body," Alma breathed, raising her staff.
"Shizumaru, stay back! Don't let it near the Void- she's still
alive!"
Out of the quiet, a gravelly, demonic voice gave
damning testimony to that.
"Prepare
yourselves...-Powerless Ones-!"
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Curley
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 10:04
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Blarg.
Sorry for not posting anything at all this round. I came up with a
big blank on what to do. I was hoping to write something humorous,
but nothing good came to mind. Hopefully, I should get out of this
rut, and have something for the After Party.
.......What?
You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk
nyuk!
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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One
of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the
fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was astonished and
followed the beast. Men worshiped the dragon because he had given
authority to the beast, and they also worshiped the beast and asked,
"Who is like the beast? Who can make war against him?"
-
Revelation 13
Canto VI + Noli Me Tangere +
Sforzando
It was more horrible than Alma had
imagined. Looking at it made her want to turn her face away, and
yet, in its decrepit, mocking visage, it only beckoned her to look
at it further. It rose from the ashes of the fallen Altima, yet Alma
knew it was none other. That beautiful, glowing white face that had
once belonged to the Bloody Angel gave way to a King of Bones. That
was what it was- a collection of the slain. Immense and towering, it
was given four great wings, batlike and crimson. Its vesture was of
a great skeleton, musculature given to it in the form of bones. Its
head was a chipped, yawning skull, the top of which was split and
shattered but given a great crown of bones, horned and awful. From
head to toe it was stained with blood and decay, and looking at it,
Alma felt she might go mad.
So this is...Altima...the
Perfect Body. The Arch Angel...
Alma looked to and fro as
the beast appeared- only through her will and Shizumaru's had she
broken free of the Bloody Angel, but now they faced a greater
threat. A fight on two ends- one, the Bone King Altima, risen and
surging with power far more titanic than she'd ever seen. On the
other, the Void Creation, born free of heaven and hell, destined to
reduce all to nothingness unless one of the three Chosen gave it the
final blow. Brave Testament battled it, his scythe hacking and
reaving against its flesh, but Alma knew he would need help,
direly.
She clasped her staff and rose up. Weak as she was,
she had the 'potential'- and with that, she knew what she had to do.
Alma whipped her hands together, twirling her staff in front of her,
and faced the rising angel. "Deterge vanitatem et ostende
veritatem...the Beoulve Lineage's skill of power! The trophy of
besting the Bloody Angel! Ultima!"
In an exact mirror of the
spell that had shaken Shizumaru, Alma pushed her hands forward and
unleashed the final skill she had learned. Her muscles tensed and
her body went rigid, but all of her concentration went into it. With
a rising yell, she shoved all of her chakra, all of her
remaining magic power and all of her essence into this final skill.
A great green aura rose over her, then shot forward in a quick warp,
casting a sylvan glow over the azure light of the tunnel. They were
close now, so close to the end of the world- but she had to
try!
The Ultima spell ignited, blasting the Bone King with a
huge controlled explosion, matching the power of Shizumaru's
Muramasa draw-out. Alma braced herself against the blaze, her hair
whipping over her shoulder. Eagerly she reached up and grasped her
Barette, the gleipnir strand that had aided her all
throughout. Tears broke past her eyes at the touch- that the Void
would wish to render it to nothingness, that Altima would wish to
corrupt it! It was all so stupid of them...so stupid and
wicked...
She sagged to her knees from exhaustion, her breath
heavy and strangely warm with a bronze odor. Alma turned her head
up- and closed her eyes in pain, wanting to strike the
floor.
The Bone King hovered there, not giving the slightest
sign of any pain.
"It is useless, my
Body...return to me, or you shall suffer before I join with you
again!" Altima brought its great arms up, claws the size of
swords caressing its deathly crown. "I will crush
the Void, grind it under my foot as I sit upon the Skullthrone! Give
me the true power, and I will set the universe free with my
absolving truth!"
Alma grasped her staff.
"Shizumaru...stop it."
Shizumaru looked over, struggling to
get to his feet with the Muramasa. "Nani? Stop
what...?"
You've been brave, Shizumaru. All the thanks in
the world could not do this warmest gratitude in my heart
justice. Alma turned her head back up, facing ahead of her.
"Stop the Void," she said. "Kill it. No matter what you have to do,
kill it. I dare not speak those words, but the Void is
nothing I can heal or care for...not like what I face now. You must
stop it. It's all up to you." She bent her head. "I will stay
Altima's hand...go."
"Alma-san, I-"
"Go, go!" Alma
reached over and tried weakly to shove him back, unable to find the
strength to do so. "Please! If you don't, we're all dead! Fight it!
Destroy the Void!"
Shizumaru growled, not releasing the
Muramasa...but took a step back. "H...hai," he said. "But,
stay there! I'm coming back!"
He rushed back, and Alma knew
he didn't plan on fighting the Void. She would have to do this
quickly, then. She turned her head up, wishing upon wish it didn't
have to come to this. But every cause needed a martyr, didn't it?
This was the only way...
I will give my life to fight her-
perhaps, if she bonds with me, I will be able to buy some
time... Alma bowed her head. I'm not running away anymore. I
think I've done all I can, given these circumstances...I hope.
She grasped her staff, stroking it as though for the last
time. I have so many I could name, now. Friends, enemies, family,
allies...I bid farewell to you all. Ramza, Delita, Charene, Agrias,
Deruta, Mustadio, Uncle Cid...Shizumaru, Vincent...Testament, Vice,
Mature... She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her heart break.
Elmdor...Marquis Elmdor. Find your peace when I strike this last
blow...please don't di-
A hand came down on her shoulder.
Alma went still, and
turned-
...impossible!
"History needs no
martyrs, Miss Beoulve," Marquis Elmdor said, waving up the black
sword- forever sin, something in her mind whispered- in one
gauntleted hand. He was glad from head to toe in the red armor of a
Nipanese samurai, like Deruta had been- but this was no normal
armor. She'd seen it on display but once- the Genji armor. In one
hand, the black longsword, Forever Sin- in the other, the purifying
blade, Chirijiraden. On his back, the Genji Shield, and his
beautiful silver hair spilled over his shoulders.
Pugnator venisse. A fighter has
come.
"Ma...Mesdoram," Alma said, suddenly moved to say
his first name. Her cheeks would have flushed red with shame for
doing so, had tears of joy not started carving down those very
cheeks. "How...?"
Elmdor offered a rare half-smile. "You
called me. My time is short- you've but called my spirit- but with
this..." He lifted up the Forever sin, his gaze turning focused.
"With this...I will repay the promise to your brother."
Alma
smiled- then stopped, as her staff suddenly went a little lighter,
and another hand fell on her other shoulder. She saw Elmdor's
eyebrows raise in calm shock. Eagerly, she turned her head,
wondering who-
Oh...
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Her
vision became even more teary, and her heart gripped until the edges
of her sight turned dark, but she saw him, clear as day. His
muscular figure was packed in black-and-silver armor, his long gray
cape falling to his knees- the same type of cape that cascaded over
Elmdor's back. His hair was honey blonde, just like hers, except
that sharp goatee she had tugged at as a child ran down his chin in
the same hue. In one hand, his unique, curved bronze-colored sword,
and the other gripping her shoulder with that tender yet firm grip,
and above them all, happy eyes that beckoned tear after tear to fall
over her cheeks.
Alma swallowed, almost choking on the name.
"Zal...Zalbag...?"
Her beloved older brother was there, his
encouraging smile seeming to be painted on his face. He squeezed her
shoulder, whispering to her.
"Yours is a quiet heart,"
Zalbag said, "but in quiet hearts blossom the most
courage."
He smiled again, then looked to Elmdor with a slow
nod. The samurai monk returned it, and the two of them faced the
Bone King Altima with her. The spirits of the two Arch Knights- one
dead, one living for the third time- raised their blades, and
charged with brisk war yells, leaving a cleric with a surging heart
behind them.
Friends so close to my heart...you were with
me all this time...
Elmdor drew his Forever Sin up, his
eyes blazing with light as he moved. He was a blur on the wind, a
deathly blur of black, crimson, and silver. Even the Bone King would
have to admit that this was no mere man she faced. Marquis Elmdor
was an oni. No demon, fallen angel or not, would ever match
his speed- or his courage. "A debt repaid, and no wish unrequited!"
he yelled. "Bone King Altima, I will yet live to see you dead!
Draw near to darkness and release the seal of the sacrificial
lamb! Forever Sin!!!"
Zalbag brought his own blade up,
swooping in from the other side with a ferocious cry. In life,
Zalbag Beoulve's name was enough to bring the head of Cidolfas
Orlandu up with sheer respect. He had attained the rank of Arch
Knight through the destruction of evil- to which he had dedicated
his sword. "Many stand equal with the Beoulve sword, but in our
hearts, none may stand against a Beoulve!" Zalbag cried,
driving his sword forward with a ferocious cry. "Destroy Sword-
delete omnem temporem!"
"Try my
patience not, you fools!" The Bone King Altima raised his
spiny fingers, calling up energy with all his might. His scream rang
to the heavens, across time and space that rapidly neared a close.
"Lux vitae, esse turris potentatis! Omnis
Ultima!"
All-Ultima. It is a great power- one
fashioned only through millenia of destruction. Altima...yours is
truly a power worthy of being called great. Holy. Complete. Perhaps
even my magic cannot hope to face it. But, these two...Zalbag, my
brother...Elmdor, my friend in another time...and Shizumaru- all of
them are right. What drives them is something that does not drive
you. You say you are set free by truth, that by truth you can lead
the world. You say you want my trust...time after time you would
approach me, begging for it. You offered me many things- friendship,
power, love, eternal life. You may have the ability to give me some
of those things, momentarily...
...but they're yours forever,
when you are brave enough to reach out to them.
It ends now,
Archtempter.
"Virtus in cordibus tranquillibus floret.
Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam, Altima, cave. Cave. Omnis
Holy."
Alma raised her Healing Staff, her eyes
focusing with a level of hope she hadn't felt in a long time. Her
skin began to glow with that beautiful white aura that Altima only
dreamed of truly attaining. With the strongest release of
chakra to ever shake this part of the universe, Alma's power
flourished in her Complete Magic- her All-Holy- and came
forward to meet the All-Ultima of the Bone King. The holy spell
clashed with a black spell, the Arch Knight swords clashed with
bone, and the resulting flash tore into even the Void
Creation.
Courage blossoms in quiet hearts. Justice is
with me. Through my heart, Altima, beware.
Beware.
---
Cue theme- Altima the Perfect
Body. Then switch it to whatever makes you feel like you can
kick ass. 
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Testament's attacks were the epitome of
relentlessness--the scythe-wielding Gear tore into the Void
Creation's Aura with intense speed and merciless power. Caught in
his own blazing halo of power, the gold form of Testament kept
pressing further and further at the restrained dark god, his scythe
burning with pure light as it tore into Anko's possessed powers. It
had reached the point to where the Gear had become a true reaper of
souls, and his weapon severed the spiritual instead of the physical.
The emblazened reaper's burned as he rent, tore, decimated the Void
within Anko with sheer, brutal force. The creature continued to
scream with every stroke, until it gathered enough energy to fling
the dark saviour away. Then the Void Creation gestured, and seven
white orbs that all possessed a dark core appeared. The orbs floated
directly around Testament, shooting small, focused beams of energy
to disable him. He responded by sending a mental command to Zio
without switching movement, and the golden succubus blocked all the
shards of energy with her own scythe as she teleported, creating a
makeshift golden barrier around the empowered Gear. In response to
this, the Void had all the orbs merge into one spot in front of
Testament and Zio, and began charging for the beam attack again.
Testament moved in to intercept, but the orb fired small beams that
would have done considerable damage had he moved a bit faster, to
protect its master.
The enraged Testament gestured with his
hands, tracing mystic symbols in the air as they sprang to life
without his bidding--five pentagrams appeared, interlocked within
each other, as they eached formed a central point for an enormous
overlapping pentagram that combined them all, blazing with the same
gold energy Testament possessed.
Despite my hatred for
most humans, it has been proven to me that not all of them are
without merit or worth! My eyes see that the majority of their weak
spirits are controlled by beings not so dissimilar to this one, who
manipulates lives at will for his own intentions! However, beings
such as Alma and Dizzy transcend the evils of the world, with their
faith! With their hope!
I will take their charges upon
myself! I will stand against oblivion for the triumph of my will to
live, and others strong enough to believe! I will become that faith,
that hope!
"An existence that promotes nothingness should
cease to exist itself! I will make you feel the wrath of all the
souls you have tossed aside for your
ambition!"
"CHINISOMARE! GRANDU NIGHTMARE
CIRCULAAA!!!"
Even as the Void Creation focused and
emitted an enormous blast of obliterating light, Testament's flaming
gates opened to release billions of vengful souls, writhing
in a devastating blast of anger and rage. They overswept the blast
of power with ease, and tore into the Void within Anko with a
vengance. Testament saw the girl's eyes flash human for a second,
the Void's stranglehold on her mind weaken, the powers of the
Creator loosen over her body.
"Zio! This is the finishing
moment! Become my power!"
"Yes, Master!"
The succubus
turned into pure golden energy, which wrapped around Testament's
blazing scythe. Upon connection, the scythe let out a power trail
that streamed off for miles, expunging spiritual fire from the base
like gas poured into a bonfire. Testament leaped at the young woman,
his eyes flashing with resolution.
It is a technique I
have not used since then, to sever lives from bodies
instantaneously... How fitting that it should be the final stroke
now, to expunge the presence of darkness from this Light-blessed
body! I will finish this here and now! Watch me,
Daisetsu!
He barreled into the weakened Void Creation,
the being caught off-guard... and then sent his blazing scythe
through every fiber of the woman's body. The darkness in her spirit,
in her eyes screamed in extreme agony as it was forcefully ripped
from its host, expelled by Testament's Genocide Uproar. The movement
through space and time paused as Anko remained floating there...
And reversed.
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Alma
Beoulve - Tenshi Kain - 2 V-Votes Hizame Shizumaru - CarlyCheese
- 2 V-Votes Testament - Dry - 10
V-Votes
Congratulations, Dry! You are the winner
of the Survivor X competition! It has been a long and grueling week
filled with strange hours, but you and your portrayal of Testament
has made it to where others could not stand, and as a result, he has
achieved the power of godhood. What you will do with this final
tribute, remains in your hands...
Let us not forget our two
excellent finalists, Tenshi Kain and CarlyCheese.
Despite not making it to the pinnacle, your efforts and performances
were not in vain. Round of applause for the three of you. 
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Congratulations, Dry. 
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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Woohoo! Congratulations, Dry! ^_^ *squipples* And to
Tenshi and Carly and our other semi/finalists! You've all done well!
*passes out 'tea' and spiked punch to
everyone*
Go to the
light Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite Ikutsu no
yo ake mo koeteku Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....
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 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
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Congratulations, Dry.
And a big sorry to tenk. I
didn't have a chance to get on a computer at all today. Sorry our
duel didn't happen. 
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Blade of Vengeance
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w00tastic, Dry! You conquered the odds, G! Shit like
that gives a dude hope! YOU HAVE THE KING OF DANC--err...
SURVIVOR!
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
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*sniff* And to think that it was only a while ago that I
had to drag Dry kicking and screaming into the tournaments... And
now look at him... He's a Survivor champion! He's all grown up
now... *sobs again, and blows nose*
Anyway, as a tribute to
Dry, and his victory over the Void Creation... say it with me
now!
The Void Creation is... DESTROYED!!!
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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A
winner is Dry! XD Great stuff, man, I'm sorry I didn't get to brush
shoulders in-character with you more- but hey, we can fix that in
the after-party. ^^ Well-deserved win. Congrats!
Carly- I
said it before and I'll say it again; you told a damn fine story
that was entertaining, and that's all that matters (anyone silly
enough to take OOC in regard- for anything- needs to take a lesson
in Good Sportsmanship 101). Congrats to you for getting this far and
coming within a hairs-breadth of the victory. ^^ Next time,
bishoujo-san, you shall prevail! Fine job.
Draco, Krizak-
Wayne may not have wanted to go on, but either of you two would have
made a better finalist than I- indeed it is so! I'm proud you two
got that far. ^^ Likewise, great job.
And a big standing
ovation from me for all the rest of you, sponsor and sidekick alike.
This has been some of the most fun I've ever had in one of these!
You are all schway to the schway power. Thanks. 
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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^^
(If you're expecting some sort of closure
thread, joke's on you. I need sleep, and tomorrow is the end of my
vacation. Epilogue post might take varying time to make, depending
on how available I am during this week.)
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Wow...I'm amazed.
I can only think of one thing
to say, and that's...thanks. It's been a great tourney.
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Basic Lurker
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Whee! I
actually wrote something!
Not
really that funny though. Here's me trying to flex my crappy fight
scene muscles. Sorry if this screw's up anything you had planned,
Bowling
Pin. ____________________________________________
"Blow
me, bitches!" Airman yelled, sending another blast of wind into the
two demons. Smoke emanated from his turbine fan as it began to over
heat. "How did- Schiztt! ike that, you fu-Schiz-zhtt!
flesh bags?!" The robot master's speech was scrambled, his voice
modulator damaged in the brutal battle.
"How pathetic...."
Kojima replied as the winds died down. "Is this what Capcom's
Megaman series has been brought down to? Once we end your pitiable
existances, Rupert here will buy out your company just to scrap
it!"
"What the heck is he talking about?" The Wilybot
thought as Allen Snyder and Captain Falcon began their attack. The
spandex clad super hero went low, using his custom Falcon Kick,
aiming at Rupert Murdoch's feet. As expected, the Viacom executive
jump to avoid it, leaving him in midair as Allen unleashed his
fearsome Fire Force upon him. The Demon held up his arms to shield
himself, when the former US champ began a string of punchs and
kicks.
He stopped however, as Murdoch landed, quite gently,
on his fist.
"H-how...?!" Snyder gasped. The demon was just
playing playing with him, as evidenced by virtually no weight being
felt on his arm.
"sTupID HumAn!" Murdoch mocked in an inhuman
voice. He followed his taunt by driving his foot into Snyder's jaw.
He was flung back by the force, but Setsuna advanced to keep the
pressure on the grimly calm CEO.
He started with a crossward
slash at Rupert's midsection. Blocking with his left arm, Murdoch
reached out with his right with blinding speed, planning on ripping
the wicked swordsman's heart out. Forcing every muscle in his body
to move, he brought his infamous Sword of 80 Day's to block the
ferocious blow.
"YoU piCKEd tHe WrONg SidE, trAiTor!" Murdoch
snarled, ready to strike with his freehand. Setsuna pulled back to
avoid the swing, and rushed forward to run the demon through. But
Murdoch caught the blade in mid-lunge. "ANd SO ENd's The lIFE oF A
loWlY DEMon!"
Setsuna simply smiled back. "True
enough."
"FALCONNNN~"
"WHaT?!" Looking back, Murdoch's
face finally revealed fear, as Captain Falcon prepared his
tramemark(literally!) attack.
"PUNCH!" The blast sent the
demonic business man directly onto the Sword of 80 Days, impaling
him on the fine blade. It wasn't over though. A now enraged Rupert
Murdoch raised his hands up, gathering energy to crush Setsuna in a
fierce hammer attack.
This energy though, was snuffed out in
the iron grip of the Hulk, who clamped his right hand onto Murdochs
smaller two.
"Hang on tight!" Hulk ordered the swordsman.
With that, he pulled up as fast as he could. Setsuna held firm, and
the evil Rupert Murdoch was slashed messily through from his chest
down. Letting go of the unholy corpse, the warriors did not waste
time to watch it melt away,instead moving on to the other foe, Hideo
Kojima. ----- The game creator had been weakened by the
relentless attack by Tingle, Adol, Dan and Airman. Seeing Murdoch
fall, Kojima began employing stealth tactics to fight his foes more
safely, using invisibility and teleportation to take cheap shots on
his foes.
"Aiiiieeeee!!" Tingle screamed, falling to the
ground after the game designer popped his ballon. A quick recovery
by Adol saved the wannabe fairy from having his head cracked open
against the floor. But the demon followed up by
"Quit
pussying out and fight like a man, Kojima!" The Pimpmasta demanded.
His only answer was a kick to his ribs from behind.
"Agh!"
"Tasf oot s'eh! Doog on si ti!" Alec Guiness' head on
a stick proclaimed. The surprise attacks continued. An elbow to
Falcon's neck, a claw swipe to Hulk's eye, a kick to a nearby Sol
Badguy's crotch(did you think you could escape this Ex? Never! ). A push to Airman's back sent him into Max's rifle,
jamming the damaged robot's chest fan and heavily and damaging the
gunman's weapon.
"Hahahahaha~!" Kojima cackled. "It's
hopeless for you! I mastered stealth with my MSG franchise! Did you
really think you can land an attack strong enough to finish me off
when you can't find me?!"
"He's right..." Max thought,
unable to tell where he would attack next. "Damn! It was hard enough
hurting when we could hit him! How are I supposed to land a decent
shot when he avoid's us like this!"
"Easy! Just switch
controllers!" A new voice proclaimed.
"Huh?!" The nine
warriors turning to see a young man approaching.
"Just switch
to the player two controller! He should lose some of his powers
after that!"
"What the hell are you talking about!" Tingle
asked, floating back skyward on a new balloon.
Jason
facepalmed.
"Ugh. Why did I even bother." The
alchemist asked himself. Vader appeared beside him as a huge demonic
dog, fitting the hellish surroundings full unholy beasts. He reached
into his P.E.R.C. for a formula, knowing of one that could make the
invisible visible. "Revealer!"
Kojima's form reappeared, his
illusion destroyed by the young man's spell. With that, The warriors
struck back with a vengeance! Tingle started by surrounding the
dereanged gamer with bombs. Before the demon could act, Max
unleashed his heaviest elemental blasts upon the maniacal franchise
maker. As the bomb's detonated, Airman fired another gust, turning
the explosions into a column of fire.Then Adol and Falcon rushed in,
almost crushing Kojima been a shield charge and a Falcon Kick.
Teleporting to escape the two attacks, Kojima reappeared only to get
pummeled by a Triple Break attack from Allen Snyder. A Justice Fist
finished the combo, sending Kojima sprawling onto the
ground.
"Damnit! Even my teleport transmissions are
detectable now!" Was all the stunned Hideo Kojima could think of
before Dan jumped on to him, pulled him up by his shirt, and brought
his hand back for the finishing blow.
"SHINKOU~
PIMPSMACK!!!"
A black streak filled the air as the contents
of Kojima's skull came bursting out, compliment's of the fierce
right hand of Hibiki.
"Nice job." Jason commented.
Dan
smiled back. "Thank's, but this job isn't over!" And the squad of
ten continued their battle with the
demons. ________________________________________________
And
a big Congratulations to Dry31! Way to go!
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Heaven or Hell?
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Go
Dry! Go Dry! Go Dry!
Holy shit dude, well done. And, like, GO
TEAM GGX! 
There'll be an ending for Ky sometime
soon.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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*huggles Dry*
Congrats, man! ^^ I know
you've been really wanting this... now you got it
^.^
Congrats to Tenshi and Carly as well. All
three of you guys told fantastic stories, and it was a pleasure to
see all of you three make it to the finals ^^
Thank you,
Kyo for the fine tournament. Go sleep, you
XD
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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Junior Member
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Way to
go, Dry! ^_^
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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w00t.
YEAH DRY! So, uhh, when's the award thingy?
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
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Psycho Power
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Still nothing here to see
Registered: Dec
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Congratulation Dry31! 
...
I just noticed something. The previous
Survivor tournaments were held in other sites, right? I noticed that
those of you who have recently registered (Feb 2003) appear to be
the veteran players who have known each other for a while. Did you
guys migrate here or something and are moving the tournaments
here?
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Basic Lurker
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We
have a forum where we all gather to. Here...
http://forum.randominsanity.org/
We've held
two tournaments there in the past, though the location of each
tournament is decided by the host. The next one will be held in the
summer, by Baka.
There's more to it, but I'd rather avoid the
long lecture on the history of FFOS/RT/Survivor.
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which San
Draco... ah, forget it. I'm done with these things.
:D
Congragulations to Dry! A winnar is you! Er... yeah.
Huzzah for interactions, and suchlike. *nods*
Psycho Power J:
Most of us have migrated from the
Random Insanity forums, which was formed... er... before
I joined the tournaments. 
Anyway, that's where this particular Survivor
originated from (besides the sick imagination of Kyo, of course ), though I doubt we'll be staying for very much longer.
After all, it's not called the "Wandering" tournament for nothing.
*nods*
Oh, and one last thing... People demand award
ceremony! 
EDIT: Curley, you beat me to it. 
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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Damn
it! I was sore all weekend from fencing and I missed the
finals!!!
Anyway, is there gonna be a epilogue thread or
what, cause I gotta finish Team Chimera's story.
Oh yeah,
good job Dry. Now I gotta go back one day and actually READ all of
the story...you people write too much. 
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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Heaven or Hell?
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Yeah,
give us awards!
Heh, I guess Kyo's taking a much-needed rest.
Good for him.
And you're all welcome over at RI! Come on,
join us! (We need some new faces, Cirrus is starting to
smell)
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Omedetou gozaimasu, Dry-san. ^^; I would've posted this
last night, but... eeurgh, couldn't sit up straight without feeling
like I was gonna vomit. XD You aspire to it, you dreamed for it, and
now you've got it - and I'm proud of you for it.
G'job.
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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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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quote:
Originally posted by Baka Yeah, give us
awards!
Heh, I guess Kyo's taking a much-needed rest. Good
for him.
And you're all welcome over at RI! Come on, join
us! (We need some new faces, Cirrus is starting to smell)
I'm sure many of us will join you at some
point. You are of course welcome at SRK. We NEED intelligent
members. Oh, and where ever you have the next tourney, POST HERE
ABOUT IT! I can try to get more of the SRK crew to
participate.
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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Still nothing here to see
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Done.
You'll be seeing me around RI from now on. 
And yeah, you should post here. I definitely want
to be in the next one.
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K' -- KOF
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HEAVEN
OR HELL: SLASH!!!! W00t4ge, Dry! Congrats on becoming the victor of
Survivor X and sponsoring/writing very kickassedly (is that a word?)
with Testament. I thought Testament being symbolized as death was
more than enough, but GOD?! DUDDEE, unleash another Nightmare
Circular.. wonder what will happen (Thinks of another Impact from Evangelion) And good job to
Tenshi and Carly as well -- Shizu and Alma roxored too 
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ph33r :O~
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: New Jersey~
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Fuckin' A, Dry!
Congratulations on winning! You
deserved it, dude!
There are 10
types of people in this world: those who know Binary and those who
don't.
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Heaven or Hell?
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Oh
don't worry, you'll be hearing all about the next
survivor..
...very soon...
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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First
off, a great congratulations to Dry. It seems like just yesterday
you were writing Garai from CC in play-script format, and now here
you are, pulling off big fights, gettin' down and dirty, and saving
all of existence. We, the pirates, raise our mugs to
thee!
But no less congratulations to Tenshi and Carly, who
both penned stories so vivid that I've come to look at their
characters in different ways. Don't ever leave us, you guys. 
Y'know, when I came to SRK for the tourney, and I
saw the difference between the SRK and RI members - in both
personality and writing style, I wasn't sure of how the tournament
would all come together.
As it turns out, there's some pretty
cool writers at SRK. The Damned, in particular, comes to mind, with
his portrayal of King. Now, I was raised on Capcom, so I'm oblivious
to all but the most commonly-known SNK game characters (other than
in Samurai Spirits and Last Blade, which I often enjoy a bout of),
but for the kind of character King seemed (to me) to be, that was a
smashing job.
And then there's Bowling Pin...damn, man, that
story was the most confusing thing I've seen since...maybe Serial
Experiments Lain. I'm still reeling in confusion as to how Kyo's
mind lives in the body of the Incredible Hulk. I felt...touched by
the presence of Hideo Kojima, or something.
Cheers to the merging, and to the fresh, new faces
that bring their own sense of style and stories to
tell.
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Congrats, Dry my friend, and to Carly and Tenshi and Kyo
and hell, all of you. ^^
Once I talk to Baka, I'll write up a
conclusion post for Sol.
And it'll be great if y'all come
down to RI even if just to visit. 
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