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Renmazuo Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:01 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto V + Sine Qua Non + Our Bond


"Haa...I'm all right, don't worry." Alma wasn't, but she tugged her mantle around her shoulders all the same, wincing only a little. The gash in her chest had healed- Kashell was a man of honor, it seemed- but still the cold ran from there to the pit of her stomach. The headache she'd suddenly grown was likewise causing her to droop, the drowsiness and the pain all setting in. This odd city and its denizens were a far cry from anything she'd ever dealt with.

They can't be good for...'her', either.

"Well, this can't be good," Mint said, and Alma nearly jumped, thinking for a moment that her thoughts were being projected. "Four attractive young ladies out on the cold, dank street...we should find some cover, yes!"

Alma chuckled, swaying a little closer to Mature for whatever reason. The slightly older woman had a warm presence- somewhat like Shizumaru's, or Elmdor's, or even Charene's. It certainly helped the pain dissipate. Mature offered a comforting smile, looking quite pretty in her kimono (where had that come from), as did Vice, but the brunette still didn't meet Alma's eyes. For Alma, it was like having Zalbag and Dycedarg as sisters.

...oh, dear, I think I'd rather be trapped in a room with some spiky-headed man rambling about his power levels for 96 half-hours.

Alma shook her head clear of the thought, tapping her staff against the ground. "Ahaha! Well then, I think I saw an old cathedral not far from here...maybe if we go there we'll find out where we are, mm? I didn't see Daisetsu or anyone when we warped here..."

"Hey! Hey you, pretty ladies!"

Alma looked over her shoulder- at one corner of the far street, there was a man with blonde spiky hair, decked out in dirty clothes with a red jacket and baggy blue jeans, a tattoo on one side of his face. He rushed over, calling to them- "hey, wait up, my name's Zel-"

-and he tripped in the street, landing flat on his face. He jerked once as a trickle of blood ran out from under his nose, and then went very still, occasionally jerking.

"...you know, I'm sure he's fine, but I get the feeling that even my magic wouldn't cure the heads of the people here," Alma said, scratching her head. "I get the feeling that you're right, Mint, so if anyone asks, I'm a very effeminate but insanely dangerous swordsman, okay?"

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W00t, crap post complete. This is just a stepping stone, though- I'm sure I'll write something with a little more meaning later on, and then you'll see the Ability of the Round. XD;

Alma uses Concentrated Heal, sending 2 R-Votes each to Shizumaru, Testament, and Mint

1 R-Vote to Yuri Hyuga
1 R-Vote to Shizumaru


"Virtus in cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam, cave. Cave."

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:05 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Suddenly, the skies of Nantos dimmed and flickered, as if they were like a candle caught in the wind. The light that seemed to be sunlight gradually returned to normal, so the citizens weren't very alarmed at the sight. For the candidates, however, it meant a lot as the strange effect that was tampering with their personalities immediately vanished. As the majority of them came to their senses, a large red flare of energy could be seen in the distance, near the castle. Everyone knew what that signified.

"Ugh, I think I'm going to have a migraine." Jun rubbed her temples, walking out of a nearby building with Daisetsu. "It makes sense that Time-Manipulation jutsu would disable the generator, but the backlash is testing my capacity."

Daisetsu gave her a sidelong glance, then looked back at the smoking warehouse that had held the source of their antagonism. It seems that taking Kalten had been some kind of bait, and that the Archbishop wanted to mess around by disrupting the energy flux that tied them to the candidates. Although at this point it means little... It won't take long before they become independent entities of us. Question is, exactly when is that going to happen? And how much power will they gain inbetween? "In any case, I've called everyone we warped here to this spot."

Jun glanced at him with tight eyes, then nodded. However, her voice failed to represent how she was feeling--likely because she didn't want him to know. "Why can't you be a little less... tense sometimes, Dai? You act like the most casual man in the world even in situations like this, but you're always wound up."

You know already, Jun. But maybe I can try that. When I know everyone else is safe. Maybe I can smile again and not fear the reprecussions someday. "Someday, Jun. Someday I'll do that. And you know what?"

"Eh?" She noticed he was smiling now.

screw it, i've got much bigger things to regret"You'll be the first one to know."

She smiled in return, and turned to a blonde candidate that had just arrived.

"Lady Jun? This is from Mal'Ganis..."

"..."

She tucked the letter under her chainmail, just under her busom. "A letter... I'll read it later." Her expression was peculiar.

Daisetsu cocked his head at her, but said nothing.

"Oy! You guys!"

Dorrin came rumbling in, finishing off a jug of sake. The battle-cleric had kept quite a few of the jugs with him on the journey, although no-one could say where he got them from. He tossed the jug casually to the side, and grinned.

"At least these humans know ONE good thing to do; brew. Good stuff, good stuff!" He roared heartily, and paused. "'cuse me." He ran off past the corner, and the sound of several people making noises of disgust followed. Jun and Daisetsu both facepalmed.

He returned quickly, but his eyes had drastically lost that drunken gleam he was known for, replaced with a serious look. "This is it. I'm pretty sure we all have a good assumption of what's waiting at the Sanctum entrance... and with Kalten out of commission, we'll have to rely on our summoned for the legwork."

Daisetsu looked up wistfully. "What I'd give to hear his obnoxious voice berating everyone right now..."

Jun rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Right."

They all shared a laugh for a moment, and then moved to the gates.

"The key to the magic barrier..." Dorrin trailed off, because Daisetsu's eyes had already chilled, his hands moving in an complicated pattern, switching into different set positions as he stared intently at the walls.

"ten, sou, ken, shi, sen, raku..."

Jun was already following a similar set of hand movements, although her voice echoed out in a counterpoint to Daisetsu's own, speaking when he finished his own words as both of their incantations echoed, and overlapped.

"zen, kage, mizu, yuki, gan, gen..."

Daisetsu's body flashed red momentarily as he pushed his hands forward, as if an unseen weight hindered them, his fingers interlocking into the final seal.

"RYU!"

Jun followed, her body blazing cerulean for a brief moment.

"HOU!"

"Katou, Mizu: Honou Batsu no Jutsu!"

The gates began to flash with some strange form of energy, then expunged steam, turning black. A moment later, they fell over as if they were the lightest objects in the world, shattering into thousands of brittle fragments as they did so. An unseen force around the entire building flashed into existence, then faded from sense and view.

Jun looked at Daisetsu with suprise. "How do you know the hand seals?"

Daisetsu scratched the top of his nose. "I trained with your father for a few years. Long story, and one I'd care not to remember. Shall we get going?"

Dorrin yawned. "Finally. Spouting all that gobbldegook is really boring if you ask me... on the other hand, it does seem to come in useful sometimes."

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Playing opposites time is over, for most of you anyway. Some people will still have lingering effects(namely those who want to stay the way they are for whatever reason), but everyone will be back to normal by the time they cross the palace gates like Daisetsu and co. have done. The Required Boss time nears.

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Baka Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:19 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 5:5 - Go!

The explosion said it all.

It was time to act.

Ky's personal business for the day was over, now was the time to fulfil the reason he'd been brought here, and in doing so, maybe he could redeem some of what he had lost here today...

Ky set out for the gates, Fuuraiken held at the ready. Who knew what would come next...

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(Very short post of 'look, Ky's there')


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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Curley W Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:23 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Sorry for not posting sooner, writers block, and some fried food that made me feel really weird for most of the day. Anyway's...
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"And.... I guess we're in the den of the enemy." Jason stated, recording the sights and sounds of Nantos with his digital camera. Due to being carried off by Zio in Darkke'an, and the constant state of battle in Soulis'en, he had recorded absolutely nothing in the past two days. "Surprisingly pleasant here, considering that Dais-.... our hosts said these people were the enemy."

"Stupid! Don't mention Daisetsu here! Odd's are he's Naclos' most wanted. Saying his name could get you thrown in the jail!"

"God, this is embarrasing....." Vader meowed. The strange atmosphere of Nantos had altered his form into that of a small white kitten. "I'm being carried around in your left hand like helpless baby, and I have the worst urge to go and give myself a tongue bath!"

"Don't cough up a hairball, Va- OW!" Jason yelped as Vader sunk his teeth and clawsinto his friend's arm.

"Don't even kid about that!" The dog/cat hissed."Just put me in the P.E.R.C.. I can't stand people looking at me with disgust!"

"No one's looking at you in disgust, Vader." Jason, thought. "If you insist. In you go." Stuffing the kitty into bag, Jason noticed one building emanating choir music. Deciding that recording some of this world's culture would be nice for Professor Ruffleberg.
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Oh Lord, please don't burn us,

Don't grill or toast your flock,

Don't put us on the barbecue,

Or simmer us in stock,

Don't braise or bake or boil us,

Or stir-fry us in a wok...


"...What kind of hymn is this?!" Jason muttered. He stood by the entrance, careful not to disturb the already disturbing mass.

Oh please don't lightly poach us,

Or baste us with hot fat,

Don't fricassee or roast us,

Or boil us in a vat,

And please don't stick thy servants Lord,

In a Rotissomat...


The opening song ended, and the chaplain droned on about various community events ranging from a fish fry, to an An'ven burning in town square, to the new daycare facilities the church offered. Jason felt his IQ starting to slip.

"Let us praise God." The chaplain said. "Oh Lord..."

"Oh Lord..." The congregation replied.

"Oooh you are so big..."

"Oooh you are so big..." They repeated again.

"So absolutely huge."

"So ab - solutely huge."

"Gosh, we're all really impressed down here I can tell you." The chaplain continued, trying and failing to sound enthusiastic.

"Gosh, we're all really impressed down here I can tell you."

"Forgive Us, O Lord, for this dreadful toadying."

"And barefaced flattery." The congregation followed up.

"But you are so strong and, well, just so super."

"Fan - tastic."

"That's it. I'm outta here." Jason thought, slipping out the front door. "Note to self: delete recordings of mass from digital camera."
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"Now where to..." Jason asked himself. He wandered throughout Nantos, ignoring the noises from the chapels he passed by. "No way I'm getting suckered into going in another...wait."

His attention was brought to yet another church, one half wrecked, with familiar face walking out its front door.

"Holy..." Jason thought. He approached the man, readying a Super Heal formula to repair his thrashed body. "Ky! What the heck happened to you?!"
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1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske(Baka)!

First one to guess what movie I got that church scene from get's my other R-Vote(or for fallen or sidekicks, where they want it sent). It's not that hard of a question, so if you know it, Drop what you're doing and post!

Edit: Ack! Let's say for story reasons, this came before Kyo and Baka's posts.


.......What? You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk!

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Dry31 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:38 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Meanwhile, Testament and Zio are busily spreading the enlightening truths of peace, love, and celibacy to anyone who's willing to listen...right now, they're speaking to an unlucky inhabitant of the city who looks like he's ready to chew his arm off to get away.

"You gotta feel the love, man. Look around...it's a groovin' day! The city's happenin', the people are happenin', everything's just...just..."

" "Happenin'?""

"Uh...yeah. That's the word, man. So what do you think, man?"

The man looks around frantically.

"Er...yes...I'll have to get back to you."

"That's cool, man."

"...right."

He starts to edge away, then starts to walk quickly, breaking into a run as soon as he's out of sight. Testament and Zio, still clad in her white robes, are searching for some new person to enlighten...and then, the sky seemed to flicker. Testament and Zio both stop dead in their tracks.

"..."

"..."

Testament twitches; Zio shrieks in horror, hurling off her robes and looking horrified.

"Testament-sama! Did I just spend an ENTIRE DAY preaching celibacy?! EEEEEEEKKKKK!!"

"...I just spent a day being nice to humans. I feel...violated. Someone...is going to PAY FOR THIS!!"

"Damn straight, Testament-sama!"

Zio morphs back to raven form, perching on Testament's shoulder. Testament stalks off, looking most displeased.

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Edit:: Curley, the movie is "Monty Python's The Meaning of Life".

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:38 PM

K' -- KOF

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

"What a ride.. what a god damn ride..." K' muttered to himself throwing his pack of candy away.

He began rubbing his temples, trying to find relief from the throbbing headache he had. His "other" side of himself and subsided and began gradually fading away, although, occasionally he would thoughtlessly give a wink or smile. "Being chosen as one with 'potential' has been a pain in the ass. I can't believe I actually feel homesick." K' muttered.

Feeling sick from all the consumption of candy, K' pulled out a cigarette and set it in his mouth. "Need a light?" Someone said from behind.

He turned around to face Sol. "Sure, why the hell not."

Sol gave a faint smile and placed his hand near the cigarrete K' had. He snapped his fingers; flames instigated for a brief moment lighting the cigarette.

"Thanks." K' said eyeing the man with interest.

'So, this has to be one of the competitors chosen by the artifacts. He has an intriguing power--the ability to create fire at will, something I haven't seen except from Kyo Kusanagi... and myself.'

"No problem." Sol replied back who also was taking a smoke.

K' was turning several things over in his mind. Namely this man he had just run into. "Name's K', yours?"

"Sol. Sol Badguy."

A red flare erupted in the sky before their conversation could go any further. The Lords had summoned them once again. The two men eyed each other with a smirk and headed off towards Daisetsu's gateway.
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Curley W Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:44 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

And Dry31 is our big winner!

1 R-Vote to Testament(Dry31)!

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Exeter Posted: 04-25-2003 , 10:49 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~The Night Comes Down~
Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track 4

Quickening his pace a little as his view of the massive gates of the castle improved, Sol glanced up at the night sky. From a fading late afternoon immediately to night, and yet there was still plenty of light, little sense though he knew that made.

The Gear shook his head.

It's a strange world. Who cares?

The castle was his target now.

Motioning to K', the two men walked on.

Having mostly taken back alleys to avoid running across anyone else tonight, Sol was understandably surprised when the girl in green, Rydia the summoner, stepped out from around the corner, her eyes focused on the castle. She didn't notice Sol until the bounty hunter spoke.

"Hell of a night, eh, kid?"

She jumped a little, then smiled. "I suppose it is. You going my way?"

Taking another long drag from his cigarette, Sol nodded, then coughed.

"Heh, don't choke on us, Sol," K' joked.

Bah, what brand is this, anyway?

"Er...yeah. K', Rydia, Rydia, K'."

"Nice to meet you," Rydia said, and K' nodded in return.

Geh, how many lost puppies do I have to take care of, anyway?

Much to the bounty hunter's surprise, Rydia reached out to take his hand as the three continued walking.

"Been fighting again, Sol?" the young summoner asked after a moment, nodding to indicate the tears across the front of his shirt.

"Yeah, guess you could say that."

There was silence for a time.

Then, as they stepped up to the gates of the castle, Rydia spoke once more.

"It's a horrible thing, fighting...let's make sure we end it as soon as we can."

K' raised an eyebrow, then nodded reluctantly.

Sol took another puff on the cigarette, then let it fall from his lips.

In fact, let's end it here.

*******

And that's it from me tonight. Back tomorrow.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-25-2003 , 11:11 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Exclamation The Magician Reversed

Killburndestroyshredtearintopiecesannhilate

Amethyst struggled along, leaning against nearby buildings whenever the voice in his mind threatened to overwhelm him.

No! This shall NOT happen! These people deserve our protection!

INCINERATE

Get the FUCK out of our head. You're starting to piss me off.

It'sbegunit'sbegunyourendisclosewanttokillwanttode
stroy


Blue-green sparks flared around Amethyst's form as he raised one hand towards a woman and child walking along on the street opposite him.

NO!

The desire to slaughter everyone around him faded for a moment, and Amethyst relaxed his mental control only slightly. In that instant, the force struck like a hammer. Blue and Rouge uttered piercing mental screams as they were subsumed in a flood of pure power. The figure of the mage bent double for a moment, then straightened, hair rising from his head like a crown of gold. His eyes opened, blazing red.

"DEATH." A flaming black card appeared in his hand and he lowered it to waist level, spinning slowly on one foot. He whipped the card across his body, and a plane of force followed it, spreading out to encompass the nearby people. As it passed them, they paused for a moment as if stunned, then slowly, oh so slowly, the top halves of their bodies slid free of the lower halves, blood oozing slowly across the ground.

Amethyst cackled gleefully, then stopped, head raised, seeming to sniff the air.

They have been summoned. We can go... and slay.

Reaching one hand under his robes, the mage touched the armored breastplate beneath. Luminous feathered wings sprouted from the back of his robes, and in a swirl of wind, he took to the skies. Only a ripple in the spreading pool of blood and a single luminous feather remained to identify the perpetrator of the scene of slaughter. Within a few minutes, the feather vanished in a spark of light, the ripple long gone.

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Whew, that took longer than I thought. And it's probably still crappy. Anyway. Amethyst the Destroyer will be heading towards the battlegrounds by air.

R-vote to Mal'Ganis the Decorator- er... Desecrator.

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Wayne Posted: 04-25-2003 , 11:34 PM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In this entry....

-Mal'Ganis? Mortal? Hahahahahaha. Hah. Heh.
-The battle of souls begins in earnest when Shang Tsung and Mal'Ganis clash.

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Who am I trying to fool? I am a Desecrater. One of the best.

And I am in a city full of churches.

It does not require an Archmage to figure this out.


Mal'Ganis strode away from the Poring's Lap, searching for the nearest church. His hooves pounded into the unpaved road underneath him. He paused, sighed, and conjured a pair of horseshoe-like shields for his feet. Then he stalked dramatically toward "Ye Olde Churche," which he had seen before; a few blocks hence.

"Ye Olde." It puts me to mind of old Bishop Faol. He couldn't write in simple Azerothian either.

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The demon had expected the building to be quiet, full of dutifully worshipping parishioners who would put up no real opposition to him. Instead he was greeted with the sight of his old rival-in-SOULS, Shang Tsung, helping himself to the harvest-- of a group of zealous mortals armed with a antique, yet still very sharp guillotine, and apparently nothing else. Two already lay dead and their blood yet dripped from the sorcerer's Chinese blade.

Mal'Ganis approached, calling his Pitlord's twinblade into his hands wordlessly. Shang Tsung heard his ascent up the slight grade of the street, and glanced over his shoulder.

"So you have come. For the SOULS, I take it?"

The light in Mal'Ganis's eyes flickered. "Yes, Sorcerer. I must feast... on SOULS."

Tsung levelled his blade toward the seemingly-helpless crowd. "Will you fight me for them, demon? Will you take their SOULS before I can? Or shall we work together, as you had once agreed?"

Mal'Ganis smirked. "You have done me my favor without my asking, as you have drawn so many SOULS into yourself, and also have driven away many that may have threatened me. Now... your SOULS shall become mine."

One of the older men from the church, who was tall, red-faced, and somewhat overweight, and possessing a loud voice; called-- rather, "hollered," in his case-- "Don't we get a say in this?"

"No!" snapped demon and Sorcerer at once, and the deacon looked crestfallen.

"Are you sure? 'cause I really think you should pay attention before you kill anyone else, Preacher."

Confident as always, Shang Tsung raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Is that so?"

Click. clickclickclickclickclick.

"...by Shao Khan's soul...." he whispered as four dozen crossbows, repeating crossbows, swords, knives, spears, hammers, maces, and even a ballista hidden inside the guillotine, were suddenly levelled at he and Mal'Ganis.

The Dreadlord and his enemy slowly looked at each other. "Perhaps... we can fight each other after disposing of the mortals first?"

Tsung nodded. "Yes. Perhaps a 'truce' is an order. For now."

Mal'Ganis's eyes flared. "Yes. For now."

Both spun to face their heavily-armed religious opponents.

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Shang Tsung was faster than Mal'Ganis, if not by much, and darted forward, sidestepping with practiced ease the first flurry of bolts levelled toward him. He sliced into a pair of bowmen near him, kicking a third in his face, knocking him back; finishing him off with a brutal impale.

Then he staggered back a step, grimacing; as one of the soldiers had pierced his shoulder with his lance. As he stepped in to strike at the sorcerer again, however; the man somersaulted backward, conjuring as soon as his feet touched the ground a pair of fireballs, which spread out from his hands, arcing away; then suddenly racing together into the spearman from both sides.

Mal'Ganis telekinetically lifted one of his opponents straight up into the air, throwing him aside once he'd been lifted twenty feet up; leaving him to plummet to, if not his death; at least a world of pain. A salvo of crossbow bolts flew at the Dreadlord, but with a stunning show of strength he buffeted forward with his wings, augmented a psychic shield with that sudden wind to catch all but two, snapping the wooden quarrels in half. They pierced into his armor, and Mal'Ganis hissed in pain; but he held firm, projecting a deadly swarm of bats and devil scourge, small, vicious flying reptiles with sharp claws and teeth; into the crowd, dropping four and wounding a half-dozen more; but not severely.

The chief deacon bellowed, "Get them like at a business meetin'!" and dove out of the way as the massive ballista bolt shot forth. Shang Tsung barely managed to dodge, cartwheeling away with his great agility; but Mal'Ganis, who had been focusing on his spell, couldn't dodge in time. He managed to deflect it with his mind, reaching out his hand toward the bolt and altering its path, but it still sheared past his leg, ripping off some of the skin; and violet blood rose to the surface.

The Sorcerer frowned and fired another pair of his soul-powered projectiles; each striking into a wounded churchgoer from Mal'Ganis's Carrion Swarm and finishing them off. He then leaped forward, letting his straight sword speak for him, cutting down an enemy swordsman.

Mal'Ganis, realizing Shang Tsung was besting him, shook his hand and ran forward, focusing on offense rather than defense, slashing down three worshippers with as many swishes of his twinblade. He brought up the point of the right blade, skewering a crossbow-wielding woman, then in the same move decapitated the man who was likely her husband standing next to her with the left blade.

Mortals. They live only to die. Some make more of themselves than meaningless fodder like these people... but most are content to live as sacrifices for the strong. Why do so few mortals learn to battle? Do they enjoy relying on the weakness of their enemies to survive?

The numbers of the ex-congregation were thinning noticeably now; but the survivors held on with suicidal fearlessness. The deacon, still in the back; ordered the ballista to fire again, but this time Mal'Ganis was prepared.

He could see the path of the iron-tipped arrow, a hundred times the scale of an archer's missile, in his mind. He closed his hand around the mental picture, and the real ballista bolt slowed. Mal'Ganis, nearly shuddering from the strain of stopping the projectile, had managed to grab it, and with a shout flipped it around the air, spinning both hands around in turn, mimicing it. Then the bolt continued its flight... shattering the ballista that fired it. The guillotine blade fell to the ground, and Mal'Ganis, suddenly getting an idea, opened a short portal over to it.

Shang Tsung had not been idle, sword flashing, the glint of the setting sun flickering off blood and steel. Then his eyes widened as he received one short, commanding mental word from the Dreadlord. Back.

The sorcerer backflipped. Barely in time.

Mal'Ganis had grabbed the guillotine blade, yanking it up off the ground, snapping the cable controlling it from its pulley and slicing it to a usable length of about ten feet with his claws. Then he slung it around, using the execution device as a lethal sickle-and-chain.

To the Dreadlord's device, this was no ordinary guillotine. This was what mortals called a manchala, or pendulum-guillotine. And, as it possessed a curved edge, it would be fatal from any angle.

Shang Tsung clapped once, smiling, as Mal'Ganis finished off the remaining mortals in grisly fashion.

In a sort of macabre gentleman's agreement the pair wordlessly drained five souls each to recharge and boost their power. Then they turned toward each other.

"Are you ready?" Mal'Ganis hissed, spinning the manchala blade around with a strength only few men could.

The Sorcerer smirked. "I am always ready."

Mal'Ganis nodded in approval. Then, matching the Sorcerer's grin, created an Inferno to smash into the church, blasting it apart.

"Now we have a suitable setting for our duel."

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R-vote to Jun.
R-vote to Shang Tsung.
R-vote to Testament.
R-vote to Alma Beoulve.

A-vote to... nobody!
Since no one's voted Jun yet. Yay!

Use of Spirit Link on Alma Beoulve


"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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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-25-2003 , 11:36 PM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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Adol and Alec observed all of the characters acting strangely; oppositely.

Alec sensed the bewildered expression on Adol's face and said "They all act out-of-character yet we stay the same. I think it is because we are of the obscure. People don't know what the fuck we are supposed to act like. Therefore, we can act however we want. Plus it possibly angers more hard-liner styled individuals who frown upon how we do things. Such dissent is quite a bonus."

(*Nightwish's Tenth Man Down starts to play*)

"There's that girl we mowed down earlier." declared Alec.

They eyed a girl in a city square that walked up to them and said, "Yes. That I am. And now," her voice then changed to a loud, screeching tone, "I'm gonna load yo fuckin white asses full o lead, bitch!"

She then whipped out two machine guns and let it rip, prompting our heroes to seek refuge behind two conveniently placed crates, which, as Zelda has taught us all, can't be destroyed by bullets...or not.

"What a crazy fucking bitch!" yelled Adol.

"That's not just any crazy fucking bitch, Adol," corrected Alec. "That is...a -Nawars Thug Bitch-"

"Zelda ain't got shit on this," said Nawars Thug Bitch ALMA as she yanked out two bazookas and fired, destroying the crates, "Fuckin, pointy, honky-ass bitches. I gonna be slappin round with mah dick!" She alternated between machine gun and bazooka fire, and using grenades as Adol and Alec narrowly dodged her onslaught.

"Yo bitches be gettin fuckin fried, bitch. I'll lock yo asses in bear traps and make you eat yo balls!" and such quips were yelled by Alma as she continued firing.

Adol and Alec eventually veered off, approaching Alma via opposite directions. The former reached her first, and unsheathed his sword, prompting Alma to pull out a lightsaber and yell "Bitch, I be trained in the ghetto with this lightsaber. I'm gonna make you bite yo dick!"

And such began a long and very, very intense sword duel whose complexity and intensity I'm too tired, lazy, and unmassochistic to cover in detail. Use your fucking imagination!

Suddenly, Alec leapt upon Alma's shoulder and bit down on her left cheek hard.

Adol knew what to do.

Alec leapt off and ran/jumped/whatevered for cover.

"Aaaaaah! The ***zage!" cried Alma, which was followed by a big explosion, propelling the Cleric/Ghetto Princess upward for a second.

"Y'know, Alec. Why do we just bump into these people?" asked Adol.

"Because the crappy writer is too lazy to think up anything better," replied Alec.


"So that's how you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII

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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-25-2003 , 11:45 PM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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A-VOTE TO ALMA!

A WAY TO R-VOTE DUMP: There are four things that I've reversed in my post (or rather, changed from the rules I've set as to how I have the characters I wrote act). The first two that can name them all get my 2 R-Votes.


"So that's how you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII

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Switchblade Posted: 04-25-2003 , 11:48 PM

Road Warrior

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

R-Votes to:
Alma
Opera

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The Damned Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:17 AM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

I guess I'll Vote Dump while I wait for Kyo to write.

A-Vote to Required Boss.
R-Vote to Shang Tsung.
R-Vote to Mint.
Repetition to Required Boss.


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: 04-26-2003 , 12:23 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

As the candidates and their links entered the palace, the light immediately dimmed from full-noon to dusk. A sheet of mist reduced visibility to pitiful levels, which Jun scowled at. The mist cleared almost immediately, and the grand courtyard of the palace cleared into view. It was rather beautiful, actually, designed with the hand of a master landscaper. However, the courtyard had seen months of neglect, and it showed in several overgrown shrubs, weeds rising up inbetween the pavement, and a general lack of cleanliness one typically does not see in most grand establishments.

A single straight path led the way to the main building--the tower loomed over the main building despite being attached to it, an eerie light glowing from the top. Daisetsu gazed at the peak... and his Kusanagi blade was out a half-second later, his eyes still looking somewhere else but his senses directly focused on the conflict ahead.

"How nice. I thought I'd never see you again, until today. But why are you trying to hide?"

"...As usual, your powers of observation are without peer, Daisetsu." The voice belonged to Kashell.

"Finally, he's--" A young woman clad in semi-armor with the rest tight-fitting black attire spoke up, smashing her white gauntlets together.

"--come back to settle things. And he has friends this time..." Another young woman with an identical face mumured the phrase. She was dressed in long, flowing black robes, and she held a strange steel ball with glowing glyphs etched into it.

"They won't do him any good," an old man cackled from the back, stroking an elaborate-looking wand that gave the appearance of something cleaned *too* often.

"After all, there are only 3 Guardians instead of 4, with weakling summoned help as backup." The voice came from a man sitting next to the elderly mage--garbed in full ninja's attire save the face covering, which bore a face with striking similarities to that of Kobatsu.

"What show of might will this motley crew possibly put against the Five?"

Daisetsu laughed. "As usual, your egos jump right off the scale. Kashell, we duel this time. As for the rest of you, I'm sure my chosen will prove to you there's no weakness involved."

Kashell inclined his head. "Then, let the games begin."

The courtyard was doomed.

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Required Boss - The Five

Or the Four, since you can't fight Kashell--Daisetsu's doing that. You'll have Jun and Dorrin's maximum help this round, because taking on these people is like a death sentence to anyone else.

Small synopsis of the Four left...

Minako - Agressive young woman with tremedous physical prowess and power. Uses her Derange Gauntlets to deliver blows that augment her supernatural strength even further, capable of breaking walls with a mere flick of the finger. Works in tandem wtih Miriko. Gauntlets transform to form her Aura, Double-Edge, which is a suit of armor that protects her and sends her into a Berserk mode only controllable by her twin sister.

Miriko - Twin sister of Minako; works in combination attacks with her. Fomidable psionic powers--versed in all aspects from teleportation to telekinesis to destroying/manipulating/controlling one's mind. Extremely level-headed and always analyzing situations before taking action. Her weapon is a chain ball of sorts--with her psionic commands it shoots out and retracts heavy links of spiritual chains that restrict one's abilties as well as movement. Tends to bind someone(or several someones) down so Minako can give them the finishing grace. The chain ball transforms to become her Aura, Dominarin, a tiara which allows her psychic abilities to increase by drastic amounts.

Ziomer - Old wizard; knowledgable in every and any form of destructive magic. Immensely fast and requires next to no casting time for even his strongest spells. His 'Wand of Negation' can erase objects from existence, at the price of him losing his own memories. Due to this he uses it sparingly, unless he transforms into his Aura, Zendolar with it--it's a scythe that erases all it touches from this world, and he recieves less backlash from using it.

Kotetsu - (oh shit not another ninja!) Kobatsu's brother. Is about as capable as his relatives, if not more. Specialty techiniques lie with his weapon of choice--the tessen, a metal fan. Uses the fan to summon his Aura -- Katzbalger, an enormous floating broadedged claymore that he can control mentally to destroy his opponents.

If you can't beat them by round's end.... Well, let's just say himitsu desu~(it's a secret) and leave it at at that

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Nif Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:27 AM

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Registered: Feb 2003
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*tossing an r-vote to Opera*

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:30 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

The differences:

Adol used his sword
Adol TALKED
Alec talked forwards
Alma was not a Nagwars Thug Bitch

THERE XP


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

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

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Luna Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:32 AM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

Cru: That'd be Adol speaking, Alec not speaking backwards, Adol using a sword, and Alma being OOC.

And a lil' vote dump. ^^ Might write something short in a while, but I figured I'd get this out of the way before I forget.

1 A-Vote to:
The Five(well, four, really XD)
Yuri(Slip said he wasn't interested in making it to the final, plus he doesn't seem to be in any danger. o.o; )

1 R-Vote to:

Kalten
Testament
Shang Tsung
Shizumaru
Alma

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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:37 AM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Exclamation

The correct answers were:

1.) Adol usually doesn't talk.
2.) Adol usually doesn't use his sword really.
3.) Much to my chagrin, Alma isn't really a -Nawars Thug Bitch-.
4.) Alec usually talks backwards.

Opera and Shizumaru get free copies of Pothousevania!!!

R-VOTES TO OPERA AND SHIZUMARU!


"So that's how you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:38 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

token

Because I just had to.

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Daisetsu closed his eyes--the links were STILL drawing in more energy. As he walked with Kashell to a seperate location so that they could duel, he let his inner energies flare up. As he expected, the pathway opened up more.

Heh... let's see how they handle their level of growth now... As I let my energies flare up, the link of spiritual energy just streams in to higher and higher amounts...

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Dry31 Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:42 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske.
1 R-Vote to Sol.

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Kellios Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:43 AM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Ah hell.... assume this is before Kyo's post O_o;;;

-*-*-*-*

The kiss was manifesting itself into something deeper, and the contact between Opera and Vincent grew. The two arched their backs into each other, and opera her arms tightly around Vincent’s neck while Vincent had his arms around Opera’s waist. She gripped at Vincent’s long, soft hair, feeling the slight sprays from the fountain hitting her cheek, and she searched hungrily for Vincent, and he met up with her demand. The two shared a moment together, and each of them felt something incredible.

As if on cue, the fountain behind the two died. The sky went completely dark. All seemed normal except for one thing.

Well, this is new of you, Val.

Vincent felt something soft on his lips, felt arms around his neck, and his own hands at a waist. In a flash, Vincent opened his eyes, and saw Opera, all three of her eyes closed, kissing him, her arms around his neck. In the next nanosecond, Vincent watched as the eye on Opera’s forehead opened, and then the other two eyes open completely in shock.

Recoiling as if he was touching poison, Vincent shot up from the edge of the fountain, and walked off a couple steps, not turning around to look at the woman he was just engrossed with.

Well, this is very new of you, Rinny. Finally, you’re able to put your hands on another woman, and have her in your return.

I…


Vincent’s mind spun rapidly, and he almost felt dizzy. He stared at disbelief at his hands, and he heard Opera behind him, sputtering and spitting herself.

You two seemed to enjoy that a little too much. Why don’t you go back to what you were just doing moments before, hmm?

“.....oh, sweet Tria.” Vincent heard Opera gasp and he turned his head around enough to see Opera cover her mouth with her hand, shaking in complete disbelief, “What the fuck was I doing?”

French kissing Rin Tin-Tin here? Is that not obvious, missy?

Opera looked flabbergasted, frantically looking around herself and her dress, noticing the baby pin, “And what the HELL did I do to my dress?!” She ripped out the pin, not caring that the fabric of her dress ripped, and she gasped again, looking up with Vincent with a look of complete shock.

“I do not know, Miss Vectra, I'm wondering that myself.” Vincent ran his fingers through his hair, and noticed he was without his bandana. He reached to the back of his belt, felt the bandana there, and replaced it onto his head, buckling up the rest of his cloak as well at the neck, “And wondering why I cannot recall the day.”

Kiss her a little too hard there, Vinny? So much so that you cannot remember a thing you did?

Opera rubbed her temples, sweat popping up on her face. She tried to stand from sitting on the fountain’s edge, but found her knees too wobbly, “I'm wondering the same thing, frankly....holy shit, what did I drink last night?”

Vincent noticed that he had something in his left arm, and looked at it. It was a bag, and from all places, from the ‘Fudge Shoppe.’ He took the bag with his right hand, studying it a moment.

Do recall your last memory, Vin. What do you remember last? Was it her hot breath on your face? Her cries of pleasure? Or her cries of pain? C’mon now, Tin, what do you remember last….?

Nothing of that nature, Chaos… all I remember was fighting soldiers with her last night…

Or was it just she fighting yours?


“...Please, Miss Vectra, do not take this the wrong way, but…” Vincent took in a deep breath, and held it a moment before continuing, “Do you know if we woke up in the same bed this morning?”

Opera seemed to blush as dark as Vincent’s cloak and yet go completely pale with sickness all at the same time. She gripped onto her stomach, and looked towards the bath of the fountain, the flush fading and her face a sick green, “....goddamn, I can't even remember. Everything is one gigantic blur....”

Too good for you, Misy?

Vincent stopped looking at opera out of the corner of his eye, his own stomach dropping to his feet. He crossed his arms, and looked to the ground, remarking quietly, “...I cannot remember anything myself...”

He heard her give a weak groan, “Ah, hell....”

Vincent let out a long drawn sigh, and looked up towards the darkening sky, feeling his hand shake somewhat, but tightened his cross arms against his body.

Oh c’mon, Valentino. Over thirty years without getting any is surely tough for a man such as yourself. Admit it. You cannot recall anything from the night before, can you not?

What do you know, Chaos? Did I do anything with this woman or not?


Vincent turned his head again ever so slightly, and watched Opera throw her head into her hands, trying to hide the embarrassment, “I can't believe this....I just don't believe this....how could I....Ern....oh my god.”

Opera let out a small whimper, and Vincent turned his head a little more so that he could make direct eye contact with Opera. He eyed Opera with his right eye, and she looked up at him, moving her hands to cover her mouth, and the most painful expression on her face, her eyes completely welled up as well. Vincent let out a sigh, and Opera didn’t hold back a tear running down her nose from the eye on her forehead.

“I...” Vincent began, pausing a moment when Opera closed her eyes, “Miss Vectra, what is the last thing you can recall?”

Opera was completely silent, and what little color was in her face drained completely.

“....Our conversation in that city that was attacked.” She winced, and seemed to double over in pain, and Vincent turned away from her, his head slumping and he brought up his right hand to rub his own temples, “That is all I can remember as well...”

Well then, Hot Stuff. Did you just completely wear her out or did she wear you out?

…Chaos, not one other word.

Vincent heard Opera stream out more curses than he has heard anyone say, and a few ones he had never heard before. Opera moaned, leaning her head back, a pained expression on her face, “This can't be happening....”

“...If... anything should happen I....” Vincent sighed, and couldn’t believe he was going to say what he was just about to say, “I apologize.”

Vincent heard Opera moan out loud again, and he turned his head ever so slightly once more, and watched Opera bring her head back into her hands, “Oh good grief....” She started, her tone growing slightly angrier, “Ahhhh....this could be my fault, I'm the one who's carrying liquor....”


“...I would have not taken any...” Vincent pointed out softly, rubbing his head again.

Seeing you drunk would be priceless.

Opera sunddely laughed weakly, as if she was trying to lighten the mood, but both she and Vincent knew she was failing. Miserably, “I guess I was right, you are like Dias....oh, why the fuck am I thinking about that at a time like this?!” She groaned again, hitting the stone of the fountain where she sat, “Oh geez, oh geez....”

Vincent let out another sigh, and looked up at the sky, now a lot darker than what it just had been.

Wanting to find a bridge, Hot Rod?

Shuttup, Chaos.


Vincent then shuddered when Opera asked the question he was dreading to hear, “....What the hell are we going to do about this?” She sighed deeply, not looking at Vincent but instead at the water to her side, noticing all the coins that had been thrown into it.

“...If what I fear is the worst happens.... I.... I deeply apologize.” Vincent straightened out his shoulders, standing up tall, trying to keep his mind in one piece, “If... all that happened was just moments ago... I apologize for that too.”

“Well, it takes two to....er...you know.” Opera coughed nervously and she didn’t dare let her gaze reach Vincent’s back, “Somehow I get the....feeling….” She now started to whimper more than before, and took a deep breath in order to calm herself, but failed, “…that it was consensual....so I apologize as well.”

Well, NOW we are getting somewhere.

Vincent felt his shoulders slump, and he gave off a shudder, quickly casting an eye back at the blonde woman.

Opera shot up a deadly glance at Vincent, her face still red, but her eyes narrowed at his form, “I'm not too thrilled about this either, buddy, but shit....I'm not THAT repugnant, am I?”

Caught off his guard, Vincent couldn’t hold the surprised look in his eyes, “No…” He shook his head violently, “Miss Vectra, I did not mean it like that....”

“Then what wa....oh, never mind.” Opera scowled, and looked down at her feet with a repulsed look, “This is pointless. We don't even know exactly what happened.”

Or you just don’t want to believe it.

Vincent let out a deep sigh, trying to restrain all emotion, and perked up at the sound of something coming from the front of the city, “I think everyone is being called...”

“Oh, GREAT timing, we haven't figured out ANYTHING yet!” Opera spat, and unleashed another round of curses under her breath, before finding her heels, and put them back onto her feet with nothing more than an “Ugh.”

Vincent cast an eye down to the bag from the fudge shop that he had dropped, and stood still a moment, before speaking to Opera, “...It would probably make matters worse if I walked with you to the gate...” Vincent commented, turning around completely now to face Opera.

She violently fixed at her feet, and couldn’t hold the twitching of her fingers on her gun and her bag, not looking Vincent in the eye, “Yeah....yeah, I think I'll head off myself, thanks.”

With that, she took off and walked hastily away from the area, her head bowed.

Vincent let out another sigh, and brought his hand to his head, wondering if he should just forget the rest of the tournament and go home, or make his way back to the gate.

You always run away from your problems, Tin. Perhaps it is time for you to face them.



Without another moment’s notice, Vincent began to walk back towards the gate of the city.


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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Curley W Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:57 AM

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Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Before I get started trying to write something, I'll drop my vote on the Boss(es).

1 A-Vote to The Jackso- er..... 1 A-Vote to The Five/Four!

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Amethyst Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:58 AM

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Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"Heh heh heh... This is the battlefield." Amethyst grinned and surveyed the Four.

Alma stepped up beside him. "Stop laughing... it's disturbing."

"Hmph. As you like." He raised one hand, aquamarine sparks flaring. "A little protection, perhaps..." He tossed a card in the air, where it shattered, filtering down onto the contestants and Lords.

(In a very omake moment, the words "DEF UP" appeared in green letters three times over everyone's head.)

He then straightened his hand out and beckoned. "Who's first, then?"

An old man stepped forward, chuckling softly. "You seem to have some small skill in the mystic arts. I believe I'll slaughter you first."

Amethyst rolled aside, dodging a small ball of flame shooting from the old man's fingertips. The purple-clad mage followed it with an Energy Chain, which Ziomer calmly batted aside with one hand. Amethyst laughed.

"We going to throw cantrips at each other all night, old man? Or shall we dance?" His fingers dipped into his sleeve, coming out with another glowing card. As he flung the Saber spell at Ziomer, his hand was already flinging another card to the ground, where it sprouted into an identical copy of the mage.

"Take a guess, old man!" The two called out as Ziomer finished blocking the mystic blades.

"Gladly." The aged wizard lifted one hand, preparing to wipe them both out.

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A-vote to The Four

Mini-game! The first two lines of dialogue in this post come from a specific scene in a game. Tell me which game and win my remaining R-vote!

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:01 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 5:2

Shizumaru...

he walks towards me

Nan desu ka?

You... do not seem enthused, no?

Not particularly, no... I did not want you in my mind.

he laughs at me

... I suppose it cannot be helped...

You are not usually so... arrogant. Is it me that brings about this sudden change...?

yes

Possibly.

Che. I really didn't have to ask that question, did I?

he laughs again

i can't stand that sound


You could not have guessed the answer?

I had a guess...

So you knew what the answer would be?

Well, of course! I do know you so very well...

Ameki - please...

'Please' what? You know what I want...

yes but i won't give it to you

My body?

Of course... it is much more, ah - suited to me, much as yours was suited for you. The tables have turned, I'm afraid...

he'll never get it

i won't let him have it


Ameki, it is not your decision to make.

Shizumaru, be sensible. You can barely move around with the weight of my wings

on my back

- which shows you need to build up that muscle. I already have that strength...

I already told you -

... well, I see preliminary negotiations have failed, then.

And they will continue to, I am afraid. I cannot let you gain control...

he walks towards me

Ameki...? W - what're you -

You shall see.

he has a smirk on his face

oh no


Ameki...?

Ameki - !!

he wrapped his arm around me

and now his lips are so close to mine

not again not again not again


What are you going t-

Shh... if it hurts, then you can always scream out. Privacy's wonderful... ne?

his breath is on my lips

why is he doing this


Ameki -

he stole my breath away with a kiss -

- but he just bit into my neck -


And now, dear Shizumaru... sleep for a while...


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A-vote to:
The Four (this is powered up by Bide btw)

R-votes to:
Opera
Alma


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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Kellios Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:03 AM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Before I forget...

1 A-Vote:
The Four (Five?)

1 R-Vote to:
Mal'Ganis

Maybe a post later. I dunno yet >_>


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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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:17 AM

Blade of Vengeance

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: That depends, of course, on where I am

(I'm sorry, I really am. But my brain's nuked, and I can't come up with angst for Chipp. So, since my idea's totally shot (and it's rather late for it anyway) let's COMEDY UP!!!!)

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A commemorative haiku describing what happened to Chipp during the "daytime" of Naclos:

Chipp angsted a lot.

The voice in his brain was calm.

A brick hit his head.
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"Holy Zen, I feel like I had just spent hours lamenting my poor fate and ranting about the evils of humanity while feeling utterly useless." He rubbed the back of his head, where a painful bruise had formed.

Guess what, ya numbskull? You DID! And I had to sit there and listen to it.

Shishou, I have a question.

Shoot.

How come sometimes you sound like my master, while other times you sound like some surly complainative bastard?

...don't tell me you actually thought I was your master?

Umm... meh?

Oy vey.
(Chipp could almost hear the facefault) Chipp, I'm not your master--I could never have been your master, he's DEAD ya dumbass!

Well, if you aren't my master, who are you?

I'm a manifestation of your subconscious, which retained all the knowledge taught you by your master. However, I've also been a depository for all the hate given you over the years, so I'm also loud and rowdy sometimes.

Oh. ...kay.

See, this is why you shouldn't have taken them drugs, foo.

"WINNERS DON'T DO DRUGS." William S. Sessions

Dude, at the rate this is going I'm gonna end up worse than the Moby wannabe. I hope the potential god achieves his or her enlightenment already so I can go home, eat some fried chicken and get my damn head fixed. In that order.


A red light flashed in the sky.

Hell, there's the signal. Time to kick ass and take names, it seems.

And thus Chipp toinged off toward the signal.

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In case I collapse and die from lack of sleep before my battle post is made, let's change Chipp's A-vote for "unidentified boss" to... err... Minako. Strength versus speed, as it seems. By the way, I assume it will be disclosed why these people have Auras when such are usually persecuted by Naclos....


TT

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The Damned Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:18 AM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Um... I'm just going to say that for my next and perhaps final section, I'll be needing use of King and Rouge (since Adam*Warlock put her to such use ) as King er... they will be fighting Minako, and by extension Miriko. So with that said, it will probably take me an hour to write this next section, therefore the warning/pre-emptive gesture.


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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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:18 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act V – The Burden and Flame - I

Come the morning light,
it’s a see-through show -
what you may have heard
and what you think you know.


[+] T h e D e m o n ’ s S a b b a t h [+]

“Zeinest!” Testament screamed, ripping the very air around him with the tip of his scythe. Elmdor slammed into something, his body halted by what appeared to be a web of blood-red veins. He felt them burning his skin through his clothes, like an alchemist’s acid or an unholy fire.

With an enraged shout of his own, Elmdor flung his arms to the side, tearing through the bloody net as the scythe of Testament ripped a gash down his leg. Swinging his sword upward in an fatal arc, he watched as it glanced off the flat of the huge scythe blade his opponent wielded. “More human than human, but less than a man!” The katana angled in sharply, the screech and flying sparks of the blades’ meeting suddenly muffled as Elmdor thrust the Chirijiraden into Testament’s chest, just deep enough to where he’d pierce the dark warrior’s lung.

“Goddamn….you human bastard!” Testament tore away from the lock, body shaking only once as the bloodstained katana left its place in his chest. Throwing his torso back and holding his arms out, he seemed the very picture of a sinner crying out to God. But there was no –god- in a world ruled by war and fear, and there were certainly no gods here…only devils.

Testament’s torso now bent over forward, seeming to be racked by the force of a single cough that sprayed a fine mist of dark red blood all over the roof. Below them, Daisetsu and many of the ‘summoned’ passed through the gate to the Holy Palace. But above, where only the two of theme were, a solitary spite was carved out in blood.

…and Testament, skin pale as a corpse, stood up again, wiping a tear of blood from his eye.

“You’ll be entwined in your own innards before the sun sets, devil,” Testament called to Elmdor in a nightmarish voice, and jumped, pulling his scythe over his head for a mighty blow.

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“So you’re saying this is what sword?” Elmdor’s voice was usually never this unsure. This sword he had known…but only for a brief while. With the words of Halcyon guiding him, he had wandered the land as a spectre, seeking out the ancient katana lost to time. The mythos of it held that its soul was not completely of this world – forged by a powerful craftsman in ancient times, the living blue fire said to live in the blade supposedly having the power to eradicate the souls of powerful demons. The sister-sword of the Ragnarok…Chirijiraden.

“Chirijiraden.” Jun tossed the blade to him. “This one…never heard of it. Just be careful – this sword has a strange aura. Almost like it’s--”

“Alive.” Elmdor accepted the strange blade from Jun. Its sheath was made of hard Yuguyo wood – wood Elmdor knew had the power to restrain spirits. For a moment, he wondered if it could be true. As it was, he had been surprised to discover that there was a katana in the world more perfect than the works of Masamune.

“Mesdoram…” Jun looked at the silver-haired samurai, her face conveying a certain sadness like the sky on an overcast day. “I mean it. Be careful. There’s something in you…I don’t like it, how your own aura wavers. Feeling it reminds me of the splashes of a drowning man in a raging river – like the essence of your soul isn’t your own, like it’s being pulled under or eroded by whatever is in you.” She clasped his sword-arm in her hand, cupping her other hand over his fist. “I have faith in you.”


It is a misplaced faith, Jun. Fret not about me, for there are some things better left to be forgotten.

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Ensnared in the branches of a twisted tree that had sprung up suddenly below him, Elmdor, watched Testament jump back. “EXE Beast! EXE Beast!!!” Even as the tree uncoiled its branches from the Silver Noble’s legs,

the meaning of the sensation pain ! Teeth ripped into his back, needle-sharp fangs slashing down his back and across his buttocks like the rake of an infernal tiger’s claws. Something wet pressed against him for a moment – not just his own blood – then seemed to flow over his legs, sinking back into the ground.

Then the pain was revisited. This time, Elmdor was thrown forward. He saw his life blink before his eyes…no, it was just blood, clouding his vision.

No, that is your life – blood! Sate your sword with this blood and burst from the rotting corpse of the enemy as the rising phoenix from the ash!

Kenki Bakuhatsu Nami Ryu, ichiban-kata,” Elmdor was back on his feet and hovering in the air above Testament for a split second, before he descended with a flutter of his scarlet cape. “Ogres’ Hammer!” His body curled up into the form of a ball, sword extended, as he spun down with the force of a human guillotine. “Aaaaaaaaaa!!” Piercing the dark skies with a loud ‘kiai’ yell, he felt the gratification of the blade sink down, snapping Testament’s collarbone and loding itself in his shoulderblade.

Inhuman… Elmdor’s mind thought in the split second before he landed. If he were human, he wouldn’t even be standing now. His bones…they must be harder than hagane steel…

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:26 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Testament lashed out with his arm, the gear’s large hand seeming to mask Elmdor’s whole face. He seemed to be laughing – it was hard to tell; everything was a blur.

“A—aaaaaah!” Elmdor could not hold the expression of pain, yelling as Testament’s fingernails lengthened into iron needles, piercing the flesh of his head. Between the vengeful gear’s fingers, Elmdor thought he saw the man’s face sink into his skull, leaving a ghastly image for only a moment.

“I’m through with human trash and their killing!” He threw his arm out, long claws releasing their grasp on Elmdor’s head at the farthest point. Like the crack of a whip, Elmdor flew backward, flipping in the air to land on his feet – or at least on a foot and a knee. “That’s right,” Testament sneered, “prostrate, you warmongering filth.” His red eyes flashed like a murderous gale. “The An’ven…hunted like animals by humans, forcing their will upon others. Why must wrong be strong? It won’t be, now that I’m here. Yess…I’m here. Here!” The gear’s body quivered, laughing with a voice that bore a sterile metallic ring. “Wash the sins away with dirt…it won’t feel good until it hurts!” He locked eyes with Elmdor for a split second.

“I don’t care about your ideals, Testament. But as soon as those ideals encroach onto my path…” Elmdor stood up, reaching behind his back to draw out a black shield, “…I will destroy them.”

“Sure you will. Bleed, you cur.” His words were sharp and concise. Breaking into a run, he had only gone a few steps when he seemed to lower, then rise like a wave nearing the seashore. “GRAAAAAVE DIGGER!” Rearing his scythe back with one hand, he grasped it with the second as he pulled it forward. Racing to bury itself in the heart of the insolent filth called ‘human’, its blade began to waver—

- and in the blinking of an eye, twisted into a cruel and monstrous form, no longer the blade of a scythe, but a claw of Satan. It hurtled forward, burying itself…in nothing. Elmdor slid forward, slamming the Genji Shield into the scythe right below the blade, deflecting it as he rolled past the dark warrior and sprang to his feet behind him.

PhantomPhantom SOUL!” Testament whirled about, the lower portion of his dark robe blossoming like a black lotus as his hand swished through the air. Elmdor shot forward, the force of his shield blow smashing one of the two spectral skulls Testament had launched his way. With a quick flutter of his blade, he cleaved the second in twain. Not stopping there, he twisted his blade inward, scything the katana in toward Testament’s unguarded side.

“Warrant!” cried the dark gear, holding his arms out in a crucifix-like pose. The Chirijiraden gurgled as it slung through en effigy made of blood that spattered to the ground even as the blade moved through it. Elmdor suddenly became terribly aware of what might next occur, and he bent low as his momentum carried the blade around in a circular sweep.

The leading corner of Elmdor’s eye witnessed a bloody spectacle as Testament’s form erupted in a geyser of blood with the sound of a shattering womb, his scarlet scythe already in motion as his long black hair whipped around his head in the fury of his own movement.

“The Aegis Shield Form knows no weakness!” The scythe screamed off the Genji Shield, raking malevolently across its jet black surface with a shower of sparks. Mesdoram Elmdor tightened his grip on his defensive edge, pushing the massive blade away. “…and in my hand, it knows no defeat!” Elmdor immediately dove in for the clear shot. Testament’s soul-shaking artificialized scream rang out over the roof of the palace gates as the Chirijiraden swiped across his fully-exposed chest, rending his flesh to the bone.

Reeling back, Testament felt his anger peak. “If I’m defeated by you….no better than bloody excrement…I’m…” He crouched low, but at this point, the Silver Ogre would allow no break to mince words. “Say ‘peace’…howl it like a lonesome dog while you rip at the flesh with your fangs, human filth!” Testament raked at his arm, his fingernails again becoming long claws that sliced his own flesh. “Skin that touched humans…why? I can’t let it cling to my bones!” He gouged into his arm, eliciting another spray of blood and a laugh.

“Then don’t let this get in your way!” Elmdor screamed, bringing the blade down in a vertical slice with both of his hands. It was coming down, three cubits, two, one…

And he reeled backward, feeling as if his chest had been shot through with an salvo of arrows.

No…ravens’ feathers?

Black quills protruded from his bleeding chest, and Elmdor saw the stormbringing bird hovering behind Testament.

“Hoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Testament’s fingers curled inward toward his palm and a hateful energy seemed to radiate from him like a wave. Blue roof tiles lifted up all around him, flying off in all direction – many exploding with force before they even could. He lunged straight forward, like a fencer about to skewer the opponent for the maiden’s hand. In his hands, a great red key formed, wafting bloody essence from its new-born surface. Elmdor swung the Chirijiraden to block, but the tip of the key slid right under the blade, almost as if the difference in speed was the result of some magic spell.

“MASTER OF PUPPETS!,” Testament screamed, and Elmdor felt the giant red key pass through his flesh, and enter his heart. With a smooth and effortless turn of that key, Testamant had unlocked an unknown door.

Broken, broke the seal, thrown it all away! Eternal damnation and chant the grave, devou’ring the souls of the strong and brave!

Master! Master!
Master of puppets, pulling the strings!
Smashing your mind, smashing your dreams!
Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing!
Just call my name and I’ll hear you s c r e a m!!


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Katana of the Round - Chirijiraden. A katana whose origin lies in the ancient times, when the world of demons, spirits, and men overlapped greatly. It is the sister sword to the great broadsword Ragnarok, made by the same master craftsman. When 'drawn out', a searing wave of blue flame radiates out from the blade's path in an intense shockwave. It's a powerful non-elemental attack with extreme speed and range, and extremely effective against evil beings. Because of its terrifying draw-out, it was nicknamed 'the shining blue fire'. A special thing to mention - after being 'drawn out', the blade remains 'awakened' for several seconds longer than other blades, allowing one or two more cuts with the same effects as the initial draw-out.

A prize game from me! Win an R-Vote!

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Velious Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:27 AM

Mukki

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Wherever there are hot and sweaty men...

R-Vote to Opera


Hast thou lain the Jabberwonk?

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Luna Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:33 AM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

That'd be Alice in Chains, I believe, tenk.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:36 AM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

A wave of ice crashed towards the two purple mages. The twins flipped over it, but a crashing ice crystal passed through the heart of one mage, and the image dissipated. Amethyst leapt forward swiftly, forcing the old man to give ground.

Narrow the focus a little, and I can give as good as I get... "Flash Freeze!" Amethyst's hand shot out, an arctic blizzard swirling from the palm. Ziomer cried out as sub-zero ice formed around his body. The blizzard abated, and Amethyst grinned at the frozen form. "Hmph! Old man." A cracking sound wiped the smile from his face, and an instant later the icy prison exploded, flinging Amethyst backwards and revealing Ziomer, flames streaming off his body.

The aged wizard stepped forward, levelling his hand at the mage, who had one hand stuffed inside his robes. "Didn't take kindly to that, boy. Cold makes my arthritis flare up. Gotta shred you a bit for that."

Amethyst launched into the air just as the ground underneath him exploded in a forest of spikes. "Too slow! Maybe it's time to check into the retirement home!"

"Insolent whelp! Get down here this instant!" Amethyst readied a spell, then grunted in pain as a lightning bolt slammed into him, overloading the Angel Armor and sending him plummeting towards the earth.

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:36 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Gee, was it that obvious? Anyway, Luna (Opera) scores the win, and receives an R-Vote for her excellent taste in metal music.

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1 R-Vote to Opera

1 R-Vote to Sol Badguy
, because his story so far has kicked miles of ass.

1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung

1 A-Vote to Ky Kiske
, because every time Baka does not win a tournament, the law of unfair averages states that he must go out in Round Five.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:57 AM

El Bruje Sale

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: The realm between the worlds...

In which Shang Tsung combats Mal'Ganis...

Mal'Ganis slowly began swinging his pendulum blade around and around, and Shang Tsung was forced to stand back. "This will not save you, demon."

As was his standard practice, the sorcerer began launching his fireballs. The demon merely shrugged them off, and flung his guillotine at Shang Tsung. The sorcerer barely managed to dodge it, and fired another pair of fireballs at the demon.

Sensing the move before it came out, Mal'Ganis dodged to the side, and swung his guillotine again. This time, it caught Shang Tsung on the knee, and it instantly severed his tendon. The sorcerer fell to the ground in pain.

"Y... you maimed me!" Mal'Ganis smiled, and began swinging the guillotine again, intent on ending the duel quickly. That is, until Shang Tsung laughed. "If you think that's going to hit me, you are sadly mistaken."

Mal'Ganis grimaced, then launched his weapon. Shang Tsung, expecting the blow, rolled out of the way, pulling on a soul's power to heal his body. The demon grimaced, and pulled on the chain.

The guillotine moved through the earth, leaving a furrow behind it. And it impacted Shang Tsung, thankfully, on the blunt side. The sorcerer went flying, and he rolled on the ground.

"Well done, demon... I must say, using a weapon like that to keep me at bay is a true stroke of genius. The question is, of course, whether you can keep it going."

With that, the sorcerer again fired his projectile, but this time, the target was the guillotine's rope. Mal'Ganis caught the mental image of what to be, and he desperately tried to move his weapon out of the way. Even his phenominal strength, however, was not enough to maneuver the heavy blade, and the rope was burned through.

Except for some metal strands, which had been interwoven to provide even more strength to the cord. And, unfortunately for the sorcerer, it was resistant to fire. Mal'Ganis laughed. "Well, well... it seems that your little gamble didn't work. Want to try again?"

Again he spun the guillotine, and again Shang Tsung barely managed to dodge, escaping with only a gash along his upper left arm. The sorcerer gritted his teeth. How am I supposed to combat someone that can read my own mind?

Mal'Ganis's voice intruded. You can't, obviously. Not when your body cannot move without the brain commanding it to do so. I can predict your moves with pinpoint precision, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Shang Tsung quickly decided on a new course of action. However, Mal'Ganis nearly laughed at him. Feint to the left, a straight fireball to me, then charging in while I am busy dodging the attack. Do you honestly think that such an infantile strategem would work on me?

It worked out just as Mal'Ganis had predicted, and of course, the strategy did not work. The demon attacked again, but he deliberately made the guillotine go wide, so that it caught Shang Tsung in the side with the flat part of the blade. A straight charge? You must be joking.

Shang Tsung took a step back, and took stock of his situation. Let's see... You can read my thoughts, and that guillotine of yours gives you the advantage over me in reach. I can keep casting fireballs at you, but you can use the infintisimal time it takes me to recharge to move into striking position. Souls won't work, Li Mei is too far out of range for me to reach... What can I do?

Die?
The demon's voice seemed mocking. There is, indeed little you can do. And watch your right side.

Shang Tsung, who had been dodging to the left, turned his head around. Once again, the guillotine was swung towards him, and he thought about dodging to the left. Until the warning, when he dodged to the right, barely missing the blade.

I need a plan...

I would say you do.


Shang Tsung's mind swirled, and he drew on another soul's power to heal himself. Another... soul...

"Listen well, demon!" With this, he delved into the well of souls, and the cacophony instantly raised to his conciousness.

Free me...
My son...
Brother...
Let me free...
Traitorous sorcerer!
Foul fiend!
Demon!
Please... let me live...
Please... let me die...


Mal'Ganis's mind instantly recoiled from this. "Well done, sorcerer. You have hidden your mind from mine... for now. But the true question is how well you can fight with all those souls in your mind, begging you for freedom."

He began swinging his guillotine again, this time with his eyes intently trained on Shang Tsung. The sorcerer, now fully confident in his speed and power, ducked down, then lunged forward, Straight Sword in hand.

Mal'Ganis swung the guillotine, at the same time that Shang Tsung slashed with his Straight Sword. Their passing was like lightning, and Shang Tsung landed on the far side of Mal'Ganis, sword still in his hand.

After a brief moment, the guillotine's remaining strands snapped, and the demon was left with only a handful of cable. He grinned, fangs bared.

"Well well... I would have expected no less from the one who had taken the souls of so many warriors. But the Nathrezim specialize in physical combat, as well as more subtle manipulation. Be on guard, sorcerer!"

Shang Tsung, in reply, sheathed his Straight Sword, and shifted into his Crane stance. "I am ready, demon." The Nathrezim charged forward, both claws bared, and he slashed down.

In response, the sorcerer grabbed the demon's arm, and wrenched it over his shoulder. It was truly a feat, flinging a several-hundred pound demon over his shoulder, but Shang Tsung managed.

Rolling back up to his feet, Mal'Ganis waved his hands, a greenish glow appearing. With no warning, thousands of vermin were launched in a Carrion Swarm, and Shang Tsung could only try to protect himself as best he could.

As the Swarm passed behind him, Shang Tsung looked up again... just in time to see a massive claw tear into him. His blood splattered, and a burn mark on Mal'Ganis healed. The sorcerer smirked. "Vampiric... just like Nitara..."

The sorcerer leaped back, and launched another Fireball. Needless to say, the demon took the blow, and charged after the sorcerer. As he blocked blow after blow, Shang Tsung started noticing something.

The demon's body was better-suited for combat, even though Shang Tsung had better technique. That, and the blasted Vampiric Aura kept rehealing the demon...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Shang Tsung, and he held up his hand. "This will finish you, demon. Tell me, what do you fear most? Think hard, now?"

Mal'Ganis smiled. "I fear neither man nor god, nor demon, nor even the Titans of my universe. I have tread the treacherous paths of the Twisting Nether, hunted by beings with power beyond your mortal comprehension. What can you, a paltry mage, offer in comparison."

Shang Tsung smiled broadly. "All of it... in one neat package." With this, his form began shifting again. Wings spurted out of his back, his hair disappeared, his body bulkened and hardened. His fingers grew great claws, and his shoes were transformed into hooves. Horns appeared on his head, and most horribly of all, his garb changed to that of someone Mal'Ganis knew well.

"A... Anetheron the Destroyer? You, a mere sorcerer, dare to mock his power?"

Shang Tsung's now-deepened and haughty voice answered, "I mock nothing! I am he that you fear, Mal'Ganis the Desecrator. I know that your power is nothing compared to his, and with the powers that I have garnered in this Kombat, you are no match. Behold!"

With a wave of his hand, Shang Tsung commanded the powerful Finger of Death, which tore into Mal'Ganis's armor. The demon, needless to say, was impressed.

"You command his power as though it was your own..."

"Fool! His power is my own! I am he, and you know, deep within your heart of hearts, that you are afraid. So, let us finish this facade!"

The mighty demon raised his hands, and he smiled. "Stand still, Mal'Ganis, and witness the power of this sythesis." After but a brief chant, fire began to rain from the sky.

Mal'Ganis, after but a short time under the Rain of Fire, dashed to the side, and he gritted his teeth. "If it was only Anetheron, I could defeat him..."

But Shang Tsung merely laughed. "I believe you demons have a saying... what was it, again? Ah. 'If you cannot defeat your opponent face-to-face, then stab him in the back.' My mortal form is weaker than yours, but why make due with it? This body is much, much stronger."

His voice grew more mocking. "And I have you to thank for it!" He raised his hand again, and pointed his right finger.

"This won't finish you, not yet, but let's see... I would guess that, with my combined magical and physical powers, and your already weakened state, I would be able to defeat you in short order. Do you have any last statements, before we end this?"

Mal'Ganis laughed, though somewhat hollowly. "There is another battle raging even as we combat each other here. The entire point of our visit is culminating, and you are missing the opportunity to take souls. How dreadful." The older demon's voice rumbled with false sympathy.

Shang Tsung took one look at him, then snarled. "I will finish this later, Mal'Ganis. Right now, I have doom to spread with this fine new body you gave me." With a laugh, the demonic sorcerer opened a portal, and stepped through. When he opened his eyes again, a new battle was raging...
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1 R-vote to Opera
1 R-vote to Testament
1 R-vote to Mal'Ganis

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-26-2003 , 02:00 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Round extended to 11AM CST, with voting ending 10:45AM.

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Velious Posted: 04-26-2003 , 02:09 AM

Mukki

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Wherever there are hot and sweaty men...

And so, in my apparant tradition of still not posting much of anything, because lets admit it, I'm lost at the moment, and my brain hurts, and I'm sick...I post...a single R-Vote...

R-Vote to Mint


Hast thou lain the Jabberwonk?

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Amethyst Posted: 04-26-2003 , 02:16 AM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
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Amethyst plummeted earthward, eyes narrowed against the wind of his fall. His mind raced, and finally settled on one spell.

"The wind that raises all... Vermillion Sand!" A miniature tornado formed around Ziomer, lifting the dust on the ground and whipping it up around him. The winds intensified, and the old wizard felt his feet lift the ground. Through the blinding dust, he saw Amethyst's grinning face as the whirling winds gently deposited the mage on the ground below.

Ziomer landed softly, and Amethyst grinned. "Ready for you this time, old-timer. Hope you remembered your heart meds!"

Amethyst snapped his fingers, and a brilliant orb of gold formed around the old wizard... then faded completely. Ziomer looked startled for a moment, then laughed at Amethyst's shocked expression.

"Heart meds I'm fine on, boy, but it's brain meds you seem to be lacking." He stretched both arms out, preparing to turn the mage into a smoking pair of shoes. Suddenly, just as he finished the spell, the gold orb flashed into being again, beams of energy bouncing across it over and over, lancing through his body with incredible searing sensations. Amethyst laughed as the old man gritted his teeth.

"What was that about brain meds? That was the ultimate in the Magic Kingdom's anti-mage defense. The stronger the spell, the harder it hits. Now, what was it you were going to cast? Something... like... THIS?"

The ground under the old wizard cracked and buckled, then erupted in flame, tossing Ziomer into the air. As he floated in midair, dark clouds gathered quickly overhead and an enormous thunderbolt slammed into him, thrusting the spellcaster to the ground.

Ziomer stood, hair a little singed. "Not bad, not bad. But now you should... run... along.. and... PLAY!" Ziomer slammed one hand into the ground, and Amethyst's vision was filled with flames...

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Dry31 Posted: 04-26-2003 , 02:29 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
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"MASTER OF PUPPETS!"

Testament screamed, an insane cry of triumph, as the great blood hued key pierced his opponent's defense, into his chest...into his very heart. The look of shock on Elmdor's face was a portrait of absolute shock...until Testament turned the key. Elmdor's shocked expression twisted, transmuting from a frozen portrait of silent shock into a scream of pain and madness. Still grinning insanely, Testament pulled the key from the impudent human's chest with a convulsive rip. Elmdor staggered back a few steps, his head bowed over, only managing to steady himself after retreating several feet. But there was something different about Elmdor, in his stance, his posture, a sort of quiet, cold deadliness that hadn't been there before.

"Giving up so quickly, human?!"

"...give up? Haha...hehahahha! Why should I wish to do something like that?"

As Elmdor raised his head again, there was something different in his face as well. It was as though he had suddenly become perfectly calm, detached...as though he was starting to slip into madness.

"I didn't think so. Not that begging for mercy would have done you any good!"

The Gear rushed again, his scythe poised over one shoulder for a downswing, attempting to cut with the tip of the scythe and rip into flesh with its incredibly sharp point. Elmdor sees Testament's attack coming, though, and shifts his Aegis Shield to intercept the blow, ready to block the deranged Gear's cut and counter with another slash from Chijiraiden. But this time, Testament changes tactics. Swerving to the right, he pivots on his left foot, spinning in a full circle...bringing his scythe around in a circular arc, aiming to knock Elmdor's feet out from under him with a sweep. Elmdor, taken by surprise, is only barely able to evade the attack, leaping back a step to avoid being taken down. Only an instant of touching the ground, Elmdor is in a fighting stance once again...but in that instant, Testament has resumed the offensive.

"GRAVEDIGGER!"

Again, Testament lunges forward, the blade of his scythe shrouded in a wave of boiling blood...but Elmdor stands his ground, a triumphant gleam in his eye. Planting his feet firmly, he twists his body slightly sideways, his hands gripping his katana with the practice of a skilled warrior. Elmdor's face twists into a demonic smile...

"Flame-eating sword, swipe away the evils! Chirijiraden!"

With that, he drew his blade, in a blur of motion almost faster than the eye could see. But it was clear that something was wrong; the look on Elmdor's face had twisted into pure horror, as the Draw Out technique failed utterly. Testament's Gravedigger, however, did not suffer such a failure; even as Elmdor's blade, still thrusted straight out, pierced into Testament's stomach, the Gravedigger ripped into Elmdor, tearing a hideous gash across the silver-haired swordsman's chest. Elmdor stumbled backwards, ripping his blade out of Testament as he staggered. Both combatant's faces were twisted into rictuses of agony. After a moment, though, both combatants shifted, slowly, back into their fighting stances. Judging from the looks in both fighters' eyes, that this battle was not yet over.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:24 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 5:3

Ameki smiled maliciously; baring a set of delicate, pearly-white fangs. Quickly, he spread out his grand wingspan, and practiced with a bit - straight back, shielding him in front, a quick flap to give him a bit of lift into the air... "Better than I'd imagined," he laughed to himself. "Not bad for my first time in fourteen years..."

His eyes shot around quickly, following each precise movement of the battles before him. A single mage, fighting against an old, withered sorceror was the first thing he saw, and he watched the battle curiously as blasts of magic flew forth from each of their hands. A blast of ice magic was sent hurtling towards the old man, who had nearly set himself on fire to counter it - and then the ground shot up underneath, and a spray of lightning shot from the sky -

His ears twitched - someone was behind him. Raising an eyebrow, he looked around curiously - and leant nearly at a ninety degree angle to dodge the fan that had come sailing at him. The fan whirred back like a boomerang, and as Ameki stood back up on his feet to steady himself, he saw who had attacked. Standing there was a man clothed in black silk and mesh, who was holding the metal fan that had shot towards him - and he was fanning himself with it with a bit of flourish. It glinted against the light in the room - Ameki merely had to lift up a wing to block it out. The demon started to laugh with a clawed hand over his mouth - "A pretty little toy, hm?"

The 'pretty little toy' had shot right at him again. Ameki laughed, and flapped his beautiful wings to give his jump an extra push off the ground to avoid the fan. It flew back to the ninja, who caught it between fore and middle finger, frowning. Ameki folded his wings back in, and landed on the ground gracefully. "I'd been expecting a bit more... challenge?" he raised an eyebrow curiously. The ninja opposite him scowled, fanning himself with the metal weapon again. Ameki merely stared at him, vaguely amused to see a fan as a weapon.

Both were silent for a few moments, until the ninja spoke up. "I am Kotetsu, brother to Kobatsu, Hokage of Mithrik'en. Despite the power you may possess, you cannot hope compare to my scope of agility... and you shall die to the power of Katzbalger in due time!! Prepare yourself, demon, for this is the end!"

"Honto ni?" Ameki laughed. "Be serious..."

"I am quite serious," Kotetsu growled, and he zipped to the right silently - Ameki trailed him very closely from where he was - and he flung out the fan on a direct path to where the demon was standing. Ameki grinned, and his left wing curved in quickly to guard his chest - the fan reflected back off and went careening into the floor. Quickly, Kotetsu dropped to the floor and picked it up again, fanning himself and hiding his face as he did. "Was that a smart idea, do you think?" he murmured.

Ameki looked at the wing - which hardly seemed to be hurt; only a thin dash of blood cut across the pure white feathers. He smiled broadly, and looked at Kotetsu; his eyes shining with an unearthly glow - "I... am Hisame Ameki, and I - I happen to be oni. So pardon me if I'd been rude - I just can't help it, y'see..."

"Spare me your egotistical boasting," Kotetsu said to him. "It will make your death a less painful one." After he said that, he sprinted forward, disappearing from sight for an instant and appearing right in front of Ameki - who had unsheathed Shizumaru's nodachi, and met steel to steel, blade to fan. Kotetsu quickly sliced up, across, poked forward, curved in, all sorts of maneuvers - and much to his chagrin, Ameki managed to predict and block every single move. "How - ??"

"You pick up these sorts of things while laying dormant," Ameki smirked, and poked forward with the blade to drive Kotetsu back away from him. Again, he watched curiously, seeing the way that Kotetsu moved so effortlessly and swiftly amidst all of the shame he must've been feeling. "Quite persistent, aren't you?" he laughed.

Kotetsu said nothing, but merely managed to run straight to him again with another slash of the fan, creating a powerful wind current. Ameki's wings flew up to protect him - though the air blast was too powerful to withstand, and he fell backwards onto his feet. Roughly, he shook his head, and focused his eyes back on Kotetsu above him, who landed in a kneeling position - fanning himself once more. Immediately after he'd landed, he shot right back at Ameki, and the demon leant back, to see Kotetsu pass barely an inch above him. He worried a bit, and clambered up on his feet again to face the ninja.

Kotetsu leapt at him once more, but he hit with a twirl, striking upwards to cut a thin line of blood vertically up his chest. He swung the fan the opposite way horizontally, creating another thin streak of red. Ameki smirked, and leapt out slightly to avoid another flick of the fan, baring his 'claws' as he did. He swooped down and sliced up with his sharp nails, cutting through the silk and mesh that Kotetsu wore - three long, fine holes now ran up the middle of Kotetsu's chest.

The ninja stopped, as did Ameki, but the latter only did it to see what Kotetsu would do next. He was standing with his fan shut, pointed perfectly vertically, and chanting something in a mutter that Ameki couldn't make out. His ears twitched, and at that moment, Kotetsu's eyes snapped open, seeming to be devoid of any emotion in them whatsoever.

"Sword of the mind, find your mark and deliver the strike! Katzbalger!!"

Ameki frowned - nothing was happening.

A second later, though, the ninja began to glow with a hauntingly black light, and a light shot out of his forehead. The demon watched it curiously, his interest truly piqued - until he realized the light was swarming all over and forming an enormous sword, akin to the claymore style (which Shizumaru had seen, but Ameki had not). He stared at it, intrigued, even when it became solid.

But when it crashed down in front of him, that's when he realized things would be a touch more difficult...

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I can continue this in the morning, ne? XD I need sleep now~


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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