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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-22-2003 , 10:48 AM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
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Exclamation

Adol Counters Setsuna's A-Vote.


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

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San_Draco Posted: 04-22-2003 , 11:09 AM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung prepares himself...

Another new area, another failed teleporation, another section of Earthrealm's culture. Why on earth have I been forced to participate in this tournament?

The sorcerer sighed, and turned to the skeleton of Li Mei. "Where were you last round? While I was risking my life in the Arena, where were you?

The sorcerer's wrath was great. "You had best protect me this round, or I shall reduce your striken form to ash and dust, but keep your soul in a state of constant torment and pain until you beg me to free you!"

The skeleton stood dumbly, as a good automaton should.
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[OOC]Shang Tsung now has a Parrying Stance. And off to Speech class I go...[/OOC]

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:14 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto III + Tabula Rasa + Upon the Shadow, Upon the Ash



“So, again, I’m so truly sorry that happened back at Kaintor’en, and if you just let me go in peace I promise I’ll do anything I can to repay you for the damage and please don’t look at me like everyone else has been doing...”

Alma hated feeling guilty, because it always turned her into a klutz. She was falling all over herself trying to explain the matter to Daisetsu, and the intimidating swordsman with that knowing smile of a professor to a student who was sweating over coming up with the next best excuse to ‘my dog ate it.’ Unlike any forgetful student, however, Alma was truly trying to detail all that had happened in the prior round. She’d thought she’d done a fairly good job of it, though the blush of absolute embarrassment on her cheeks hadn’t faded any. It was a shame, too- this place, Mithrik’en, was absolutely gorgeous...

If only Ivalice had more spots like this, she thought. What a beautiful, beautiful country...

She couldn’t complain, though. Daisetsu had led her to an equally breathtaking place- a small green cliff overlooking a vast river far below, and water running as far as the eye could see. Alma could see the light purple outlines of the other islands, and the white froth running over the crystal blue that separated them. She stood close to the edge of the cliff, struggling to keep her gaze on Daisetsu- who sat upon a boulder with his arms crossed- rather than the marvelous sight before her. They were alone, surrounded by underbrush and lush trees, but the privacy only distracted her further.

Daisetsu seemed to notice, his smile turning more amused. “You have great appreciation for that which lies around you, Lady Beoulve.”

”Aah, ha...” Alma scuffed her foot. “It’s been a while since I heard anyone call me that.”

Daisetsu nodded. “I’d imagine. Then again,” he said, a twinkle in his hawk-like eye, “I would imagine it’s a better substitute for ‘Body’, yes?”

Alma hugged the arm that held her staff, turning her gaze down. “...Sir Dorrin discovered that, did he?” she asked, dejected. “So you know. So everyone knows...” She shivered, the sea breeze suddenly turning unpleasantly cold for her. “Within me is...”

Say it, shout it, scream it, whisper it, murmur it, grunt it, gasp it, breathe it, wail it, moan it

“...Bloody Angel Altima,” Alma finished, her eyelids heavy again. “Tell me, Sir Daisetsu...have you come to return me home? Where I cannot harm you or the others you’ve brought here? Or perhaps you’ve led me up here to perform some strange ritual on me...seal me, and Altima, away forever. Well...” She chuckled a little, shaking her head. “If that truly is the only way, in the end, you can imagine my choice.”

”Well now, I wasn’t expecting this,” Daisetsu said, raising a brow. “Alma Beoulve, candidate for Goddess, losing hope?”

That struck her quiet for a moment, but the steel flashed in her eyes soon enough. Alma shook her head, no longer timid as she met his gaze. “Keep your divinity, please. I will lose my life before I lose hope,” she said, and meant it. “But, as I said, if losing my life to ensure Altima’s captivity is truly the only way, you already know my choice.”

Daisetsu seemed pleased with her response, as the grin on his face dictated. Though it fell away soon enough, he rose, and took in a deep breath of the air. “You are a rare find, Lady Beoulve,” he said, his wrist haphazardly resting on the hilt of his sword. “The way you act is surprising enough, but the way you pick your words...marvelous. I’d expect that of only a few people.”

Alma blinked. “The way I choose my words? You mean my dialect?”

Daisetsu held up a finger. “No. Say that again.”

”Say wha...um, okay.” Alma looked to and fro for a moment, breathing in before repeating what she’d said. “The way I choose my words? You me-“

”There.” Daisetsu brought his hand back down to his side, looking even more pleased this time. “Choose. Choice. That’s the first thing that comes to mind for you, and you always choose to keep others first in that same mind. It’s remarkable. I can see why Altima would want someone like you.”

Alma swallowed. “I’m...not sure that’s the best compliment I’ve ever heard, but I’ll take it as such?”

That knowing glance again. "Any way you like is fine. I've no ulterior motives or philosophy to cram down your throat." Daisetsu tilted his head a little, seeming to look at her from the side. "You know I'm testing you, don't you?"

"...sort of," Alma said, again scuffing her foot. "I had the feeling you were leading me towards something...I'm just not sure what. I've explained everything that happened to me, haven't I? About the Lucavi, about Altima and Zalera, about Marquis Elmdor..."

"Indeed you have," Daisetsu said. "And that puts it in greater perspective. I think I may have a solution...for the meantime, anyway."

Alma's first response to that was to listen for any sounds in her heard. She heard none, and silence passed for ten seconds in which she dared not to breathe. At last, Alma gave her second response. In absolute shock, she breathed "what?"

Daisetsu half-smiled this time. "You heard that correctly...it's a temporary solution. Altima weighs heavily in your mind, doesn't she?"

"...heavily, heh, as though that were all." Alma swallowed. "Sir Daisetsu, I looked at a comrade of mine, who likewise holds great pain in him...the moment our eyes met, it only pained him further. His body- no, his soul ached, and I could do nothing...nothing. I couldn't even put my hands on him for comfort..." She set her jaw, her gaze seeming to go still. "And...the other who is possessed- the one who seeks me out- I know it is my fault that he lives with such pain...where once he led a country, he is now forced to bend the knee to me." Alma chuckled mirthlessly. "Me, a girl not quite half his age..."

"It is a great burden," Daisetsu said, "and one that should not have fallen on your shoulders."

"It shouldn't have fallen on anyone's shoulders." Alma grit her teeth together, grinding her staff into the ground. "Shizumaru...Marquis Elmdor...Yuri...they're all good men. They don't deserve to have...to have such things inside them, hurting them." She was getting angry, and her voice was showing it. Her throat was tight but strong, and her eyes clouded with cold fury. "It's their bodies...they aren't playthings for Hell! They're sacred. They're beautiful. They're precious- each and every fiber..."

Daisetsu nodded again, slower, more deliberate. "Hmm..."

"...please, don't make that sound," Alma said, suddenly laughing a little. "I've heard it in my head one too many times..."

He shook his head, laughing with her. "All right, so you're not quite the angry avenging angel you wanted to be just now. That's just fine- I think the universe could use a deity like you, if your potential should blossom." He idly kicked a small rock over the cliff's edge, and watched it fall.

"Tell me, Lady Beoulve- Alma- what did you think of what I did to that slain woman?"

The memory was still fresh in her head. Alma was reminded of the power this man held, and felt even more embarrassed to have been talking to him so frankly. She again hugged her free arm to her staff arm, and turned her gaze to the side. "It was...very good of you, to do that," she said. "And very shocking. There are few who are able to conquer death..."

"And all of them share one thing in common." Daisetsu raised his fingers, and snapped them together- and in the same instant, she heard something clatter on the bluffs, far, far below. "They're still not around forever, when they come back."

Alma sighed. "A sobering thought..."

"But an essential one," Daisetsu said, turning his head back towards her. "I'm telling you all of this because I think, if nothing else, you can grasp death. You have the 'potential', same as everyone- but I think I can guess what you would use it for."

That, coupled with what he had just mentioned about the girl, brought her head up. Alma frowned, an idea forming in her head about what he was getting at. "Wait, what are you...?"

Daisetsu ran a hand back through his hair, shielding it against the wind. "You say you don't want this potential. But it's because of this potential that you're about to receive this solution of mine..." He beckoned her to the edge of the cliff, his eyes a little more inviting now. "Come here. I'm going to give you something that even Altima cannot destroy with only a few demons."

Alma was confused beyond her own worth, but she walked forward anyway. She reached the edge of the cliff with him, and Daisetsu put his hand upon her shoulder. She looked at him nervously, but the swordsman's eyes were staring at something far upon the horizon. When she looked, though, Alma could not see anything. Although, the islands and the waters around them seemed to grow in beauty, she supposed. Everything was dark blue and light blue, dark purple and light purple, or green- wonderful colors. Better than red-

-but red was what she saw next.

Oh, by God...


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:18 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

As a Chemist, she had mastered the use of a mystical feather to revive the fallen. Alma had always been fascinated with those types of feathers- looking upon them was the same as looking deep into a huge bonfire, yet they were never larger than her palm. It was like a red fire, an orange fire, and a gold fire mixed all into one little feather that was blessed with the ability to restore life. But what she saw before her made all the Phoenix Downs in the world seem insignificant, like cheap imitations- for what magnificence have candles to an inferno?

A Phoenix. A beautiful, enormous Phoenix hovered above her, its wings spread wide and its eyes no larger than her head, yet vast as the ocean behind it. The whole cliff was alight in its aura, and Alma stared at it with awe. Huge, yet as it neared, it seemed to fit on their little cliff as easily as a single grain could. And its beauty...

"Go on, touch him if you want," Daisetsu said. "But don't stray out of my touch- you'll be burned otherwise."

She nodded, and walked under his grip to the great bird. Alma's hand reached up hesitantly, as though she were approaching some sacred presence- she was, truly. At last her fingers touched it, and it was a kick to her head. She felt like it was gleipnir under her little palm, for miles and miles around. "Amazing," she breathed. "I...I, wh...it's incredible..."

"So I know."

Her head cocked back as a voice rocked in her head, yet it had never opened its beak. It speaks?!

"Do you know summon magic?" Daisetsu asked, and it was then that she noticed his fingers were frozen solid on her arm. Alma nodded, slowly- she knew quite a few spells of that kind, but she hadn't touched the darker aspects of it. The Lord gestured to the Phoenix, his smile turning a little more crass. "This is Suzaku- the Red Phoenix. Born of fire, yet friend to all the elements of the world, and enemy of Shadow."

The Phoenix tucked its head down, and it looked to Alma as though it were raising a brow. "What, no red carpet roll of my names this time? I am Son of the Flame, the Vermillion King, the Winged Redeemer, the Merc-"

"And the Feathered Brain, too," Daisetsu mumbled. The Phoenix's eyes sharpened, but Alma had to giggle a little at that. Daisetsu reached out and gave the Phoenix a little nudge on the beak with his free fist, a rare lopsided grin forming on his face. "Suzaku is my burden to carry, Alma, just as Bloody Angel is yours...but, I can rely on him," he said. "Still, you could consider this 'fighting a curse with a curse.'"

"I beg your pardon? I am no onus- a man like you should count his blessings and mind his tongue."

Daisetsu shook his head. "He can be a little tiresome at times, but Suzaku is the greatest help I can lend to you," he told her. "He is vain, and he is perhaps a little sarcastic...but, he is a genius."

The Phoenix raised its head. "Now that's a little more like it."

Alma blinked, turning her head back and forth between the two. "Wa- wait a minute, you're just...you're giving him to me?"

Daisetsu looked at her sharply. "This Phoenix is no gift, Alma. He is still my burden to bear- I dare not even think of bestowing his full presence upon you just yet. Be warned that within you, he can exert the same level of influence as your Angel." His eyes softened a bit. "But maybe he can help. He'll like you, I think. You're his sort of girl."

"I prefer neither gender, but perhaps I'd enjoy a change in my current lineup of pent-up s-"

"Okay, that's enough out of you," Daisetsu said, obviously growing weary. He gripped Alma's shoulder, and it felt for a moment like he was stabbing his fingers into her. She winced, but steadied as it instead took on the feeling of a blanket draping over her. The Phoenix lit up in brilliant splendor before her, and again it spread its wings- and this time, it gave a loud, musical shriek, a shriek of triumph singing into her very soul.

eeeaaaahaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH-

Alma dropped her staff, and her hands flew to her mouth. Her eyes bulged and she fell to her knees, the nausea painful this time, wracking her stomach. The cold in her belly gave way to searing heat, heat that would melt the flesh if it stayed any longer, heat that felt like it would burn her heart if for but a moment it strayed-

"There."

-and with Daisetsu's voice, it was gone. Alma gasped, then wheezed, and went down to all fours, her head hanging low. "Uugh," she rasped, shaking her head. "What wa..."

Daisetsu's arm pulled her back up to her wobbly legs. The swordsman looked haggard, and she noticed his face was striped with ash. "You are now a vessel of Suzaku," he said, and touched her cheek. She blinked, and felt something there- like the imprint of a golden feather upon it, just under her eye. It felt warm to the touch.

"Like all of the summons you have learned, Suzaku can be invoked with an incantation- a spell, as it were. But his spell is not like the ones you might call Ifrit, Shiva, Silf, or your favorite Leviathan," Daisetsu said. "You have but to call him and he will be there. But I warn you this, Alma Beoulve- Suzaku is a Phoenix. He is an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Calling upon him could restore the dead..."

His hawk eye sharpened once more. "Or it could barbecue them."

Alma swallowed. Daisetsu softened the grimness with a smile, however, and turned back to his boulder. "The real worry, though, comes from the aftereffects. Any time you use him, Suzaku draws upon a great deal of...energy, you could call it," he said, sitting upon the rock. "You'll be in great pain several hours afterward- pain the likes of which you may have felt before."

In her embrace... Alma touched the feather imprint again, feeling like a child lost in a world of gods. "I understand...that's all right, if this Suzaku will truly help."

Daisetsu chuckled. "Isn't he already? Tell me, how many times have you heard Bloody Angel's voice here?"

Alma stopped- smiled. She gave him a great smile, at that, one she'd been saving for somebody special. Blushing heavily, she dipped her feet in a deep curtsy, her head kept low. "I owe you...no, I'd better just go," she said. "If I stayed here to thank you, Lord Daisetsu, I fear I'd be spending millenia trying to find the right way to express it to you..."

"Again, you only fight a curse with a curse there," Daisetsu said. "Remember that. But, you are most welcome, all the same."

Alma nodded. "I am grateful- I will find a way to make it up to you! This I swear...um..." She reached up to her hair, and tugged her ponytail over her shoulder to touch the Barette tying it together. "This I swear...on- on an old and dear friend. I'll find a way."

Daisetsu looked at the hairband for a long, serious moment- then laughed. "You don't have to repay me, Lady Beoulve," he said, an ironic glimmer in his eye. "It is, after all-"

"A curse, yes, I know!" Alma scooped up her staff again, and favored the swordsman Lord with a smile as she walked back into the underbrush. "But I think it's more of a curse that a man like you is not spoken for, nay, single! So there is an abandonment of logic in this world, too!"

She walked off, but giggled as she heard Daisetsu call to her, "see how many people ask for your number when you tell them your pet is big, swollen-headed, and red!"

---

Daisetsu has bestowed Suzaku, the Red Phoenix upon Alma. Again, Kyo, you're far too kind. ^^ Now the imprint of a golden feather can be seen upon Alma's right cheek under her eye, warm to the touch.

Ability of the Round - Summon Magic! A great and powerful form of magic, Alma learned this only after attaining some skill in the arts of Time Magic. This invokes legendary beasts to either battle the enemy or heal yourself and your allies- a tool well-refined for either duels or the battlefield. Alma knows how to summon a few of the essentials- Mogri, Ifrit, Shiva, and Ramuh- but also knows Fairy, Silf, Bahamut, and her favorite, Leviathan. Now that she has Suzaku, though, she can call upon the Phoenix for her own use.

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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:22 PM

Superhero Sellout

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: a place where you are not

Captain's Log. 04-22-03. 12:22pm


Falcon ran and ran, far away from Ron Jeremy, never before had he seen someone so pathetic in his life. Reached the civilization, a good place to take his mind off of thing. There, he saw an odd man that he had seen before... But could not remember where. Then, it hit him, this man was Shang Tsung, sorcerer and soul-eater extrordinaire. Falcon went over to the man, who seemed to be scolding a dead person. When he reached the sorcerer, he struck a pose, and introduced himself.

'Hello, citizen Tsung, as I'm sure you know, I am the great Captain Falcon!'

'I never heard of you... and do you wish to challenge me?'

'Why no, I simply have something you may want is all, could I interest you?'

'What is it? I have seen your actions before, mortal, and it had better not be an autograph!'

'Well, I was thinking about that, yes, but I don't have to give you the single greatest autograph in history. You can settle for these.'

Falcon reached into the Big Bag o' Endorsed Products™ and pulled out a box. A box of Souls.
http://members.shaw.ca/akrizak/souls.jpg

He handed them to the sorcerer and left, before he could get a reply. A thought crossed his mind...

'Hmmm... hotsprings... that would be a good place to take my mind off of Ron Jeremy...'

Falcon walked over to the hotsprings, the perfect place to relax his perfectly-cut yet tense muscles. He went over to some, and he steam was visibly rising.

'Perfect...'

Falcon first had to prepare to enter the springs, however. He donned his Dr. Pepper swimtrunks, oiled up his body, fixed his hair, and put his helmet back on. He then strutted over to the springs, and decended into them, feeling more and more refreshed with every step.
------------------------
Falcon is now in nothing but Swimtrunks and a Helmet, he is also all oiled up.
Shang Tsung now has a box of Souls

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:56 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

"Looking for something?"

As soon as Ryo sprinted out of the bar, he heard a voice coming from the roof of Illusion. His eyes turned around to meet the boy that he saw earlier, only this time his eyes were blood red and his smile was much brighter. Ryo quickly went into his stance, preparing himself for battle as his eyes watched the threat's every move.

"You're Steve, correct? What did you do to my friends?" Sho blinked his eyes in confusion for a second, then burst out with insane laughter.

"Steve? Is that what this..." Sho held his arms out to his sides, allowing Ryo to get a better look at the haggard looking figure. "...detestable thing is called? This thing is contaminated beyond belief. Don't you humans take care of yourselves? Even we demons know to 'just say no to drugs.' Shameful."

"You humans? It...It can't be..." Ryo feared the worst for himself and Rydia and King at this point, while Sho just rolled his eyes and flashed his trademark smirk at the Kyokugen fighter.

"Anyway, I didn't to anything to your loveslave whore or whoever that bitch was who worked here, but me and the summoner has some...issues to discuss. Trust me, when she returns she'll have a whole new outlook on life...to destroy it." Now it was Ryo's turn to laugh.

"What the hell are you talking about? You just want to posess Rydia because you are too pathetic to deal on your own. What kind of all powerful demon are you? Worthless."

That comment shut Sho up as his witty banter was erased by anger, causing his eyes to flare up and dance in a unholy fire. He suddenly jumped off the roof and dived straight at Ryo, who instantly reacted by summoning his ki and launched a blue sphere of energy at the oncoming target. The Kouken only hit the side of the roof, however, as Sho disappeared in mid flight.

"Where..." Ryo's answer came as he felt a incredibly strong ki blast hit him in the back, knocking the wind out of him. The force was so powerful that he flew through the doors of Illusion and didn't stop until he slammed into a wall.

Ryo regained himself relatively quickly and stood up to face the demon who entered the bar after him. His battle aura burned bright red and his smile increase exponentally, taking a short second to enjoy his superiority over the humas before beginning the touture.

"Human, let me show you what feeling worthless is all about..."

And then the fight began.



More to come later...

Rydia uses Focus and Immolation

R-Vote to Just Some Guy (Box 'o Souls was too good! )


SRK Battle Poll II:10th place - Edge
SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place - Link


One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too good...

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Not to mention the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:22 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

You know what? I'd much rather be voted off naturally than to be voted off by just asking for it. So unless you really, really want to A-vote me, don't.

There is no longer a vote dump on Tingle. Vote naturally.

I'm still in the game, folks. Maybe.

R-vote to Carly, 'cause she A-voted me.

R-vote to Hulk, 'cause he's probably smashing things because of me.

And I'm casting Endure in order to rid myself of those previous A-votes.

Sorry if I scared you folks. *laughs to self*

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m121akuma Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:44 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

Registered: Apr 2001
Location: Southfield, MI. Bitches.

R-vote to Tingle. Welcome back


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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:46 PM

K' -- KOF

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

K' observed the vicinity of Mithrik'en. As usual, he took a quick stroll around the area to familiarize himself. Walking down the twisted paths, he found himself in a large marketplace with an assortment of shops that were scattered about in every direction. The kiosks were selling just about every item imaginable--Weapons, armor, clothing, jewelry, and even several restaurants dedicated to ramen could be found. K' examined several booths, namely for clothes. His outfit--pants, shirt, and jacket--was torn and worn out from the ongoing battles he had participated in the Arena from the previous city. He went to one shop after another unable to find anything to his liking. "Too bright, too colorful, too 70's, too big, too small..." K''s voice trailed off with displeasure. "Don't they have anything black ?" K' muttered to himself.

After several more minutes of contemplation, he found several things much to his liking. Khakis, a loose fitting shirt, and a jacket lined with pockets on the chest--Of course, all of them black. He promptly went in the small changing room of the store and wore his newly "bought" clothing. "Not bad... Not bad.." K' said to himself as he looked in the mirror.

(K' basically has the same outfit, except with a different style of pants. His khakis are similiar to that of Kyou's in Fruits Basket.Click Here for Visual -- Pardon for the crap screenshot I took I'm in a rush..)

K' left the shop with a smirk on his face. He didn't have any currency from this world whatsoever and simply left a small note to the manager written: "I.O.U" K' sighed a breath of relief, comfortable and quite content with his new attire. "Where to now?" K' said when he spotted something gleaming in the sunlight.

K' went towards the shimmering item that lay on the ground and picked it up. It felt strangely warm in his hand as he studied the glass marble (or so he thought it was). Inside the glass-like surface, a swirling mass of fire seemed to be burning within. K' intrigued by the unique item, stuffed it in his chest pocket of his newly acquired jacket. Nearby, Vincent was in a frantic search for his lost materia after bumping into some freak with swimtrunks and a helmet.

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:03 PM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act III – The Maiden and the Memory – III

“Time and season pass
but a momentary life
surpasses them all.”

Elmdor rose from his seat in the sauna of the hot springs, his body and mind cleared by the warm, clean steam. The Nipanese architecture was astounding – the buildings were composed of wood andbrick, a feeling of harmony with the earth. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply once, twice and then another time. It was liberating to be free, bound not by clothes nor dried-on blood. It brought his thoughts back to the days of war, though in those days, the closest thing he ever saw to a hot spring was running through the cold rivers to clean off.

“Rest from memory
the heart of the hero’s sword
is all but silent.”

Ukyo Tachibana…that noble swordsman. Where is he now? Did he continue to fight until his illness took him? Elmdor gazed wistfully through the rising clouds, seeing others whose faces were obscured by the steam. And Auron the Guardian…a proud yet humble man, whose company I was glad to share for a time. Did he finish his ‘story’? Once, the time before, he had sat beside a large koi pond at a luxurious wilderness hideaway with those two men as they talked fluently of both life and living. He was dressed then much as he was now, a single white loincloth girding his groin. For all the world, he looked like an elf from a storybook; abeit an elf in a Nipanese loincloth. Through the mists, he could see a blond-haired man, fair and slender of figure, watching him with a curious look.

Now he’s the same…the same as the tournament with Halcyon and Kaiki. What made you change, Elmdor? What is it that grows in you?

If we kill him now, we can save ourselves a lot of trouble later, you know.


“Pardon,” Elmdor spoke, breaking the silent atmosphere, “but I cannot decide; are your stares daggers or just mere curiosity?” The man said nothing, but stood up, water dripping off the ends of his adventure-matted hair.

“Well, that I can’t quite decide,” the man replied as he took a seat on the long wooden bench next to the Silver Noble. “You might not remember me; I don’t remember if we had a formal introduction. My name is Amethyst, but you might also know me as Blue or Rouge, depending on the situation.” He leaned back, watching as an attendant entered the room to switch the heated stones in the center ring, then pour a bucket of water over them. With a ‘whoosh!’, a fresh cloud of steam billowed out, inuring the two men, as well as the rest of the room, in an opaque haze. “If you need proof – which I’m sure you will, ever the skeptic – I need only mention the name of Halcyon, or perhaps Fabian or Isabelle.”

“You’re the fourth, then,” replied Elmdor, massaging his left shoulder. “Two others – Shizumaru Hisame and Vincent Valentine – are here, as well as myself, and you. A quartet that remembers the struggle against the Children of Terror. Sir Valentine and I…we fought with all we had against it, but at what cost?”

Amethyst raised an eyebrow. The Elmdor he remembered had been much more stern than this. But he wasn’t complaining. The last thing he needed to deal with was another cantankerous swordsman. “I was witness to that,” he replied. “But here’s something I wonder if you could help me with. What ever happened to that legendary sword, Forever Sin?”

“You have only to look upon where its heart lies.” Elmdor took Amethyst’s wrist and pressed the mage’s hand against his own chest, directly under the sternum. “Feel the pallor of death’s cold…all becomes white.” Amethyst drew his hand back from the patch of skin, from that unnatural cold that emanated from it.

“And there’s that voice in your mind as well. I’ve heard it. Well…actually, I’ve even seen it.” The master mage’s mind recalled his troubling tarot reading earlier that day. What part did this man next to him play in it, if any? Or were darker designs fated to befall him?

“So…you know the Demon.” Elmdor rose from his seat, damp loincloth peeling away from the steam-moistened bench. “You’re more pervasive than I took you for, Amethyst. See that that ability doesn’t bring you more grief than good, though.” The blond mage also rose to his feet, his choice of garment a simple white towel, wrapped around his waist. The two walked from the room, and on a path of fitted stones that wound from the steam-house through the beautiful gardens of the hot springs. “You gave a blade called ‘Rune Sword’ to a boy named Jason Soe, did you not?” The mage nodded.

“Yeah, I gave him that sword. How’s he coming along with it?”

“Perhaps you ought to find out yourself. Giving a sword isn’t as simple as bestowing upon someone a gift of coin or other hand-wrought craft. In the gift of a sword, you tell they who receive that you wish to see them grow on the path they’ll take with that weapon. In Limberry, many boys receive their first true weapon from their fathers at the age of twelve years. They are still not ‘men’, but from that moment on, they are more than boys.” He folded his hands behind his back, soaking in the sunlight on his bare skin. Amethyst continued to walk, not replying.

“Amethyst, your ethereal powers are high; I need no scan spell to tell me this. Therefore, if ever a time comes when Zalera reigns in my body, please, match your magic against his.” He continued before Amethyst could object, “If you do not, many lives will be in danger, lives of those who never wished to fight at all. There is a difference between killing a soldier and a common person. The soldier knew what the risks were and accepted them, but the commoner perhaps only wished for a more normal life.”

“What’s all this responsibility now?” Amethyst questioned, a fresh wind drying his moist body.

“Only that which I would bear myself, were I able,” Elmdor replied.

“Well-met by sunlight
the strangers walked together
heedless of their side.”

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Lucky you! Fan-favorite ‘Loincloth Elmdor’ makes a brief (ha-ha) return. I couldn’t resist the temptation of an onsen.

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The Damned Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:12 PM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Damnit. I'm quite late, aren't I? Stupid oversleeping accompanied with "talk shows". Oh well as I have FOCUSed and no one has used King yet, then I guess I don't have to read through everything (though I pretty much have). Anyway:

King
Chapter 3: Memories That Ebb, Weaknesses That Flow
Section 1


After hearing Daisetsu’s third speech, King was slightly surprised how quickly most of the others dispersed, though at least half them appeared to be going towards the central island. She, however, was simply content, or more precisely too depressed, to move for a while. She lie down on the soft, grassy ground, at already too sick of the Oriental landscapes, with its pagodas, wooden shrines, and dojo a plenty. It is not that she felt any animus towards Asians - hell, Ryo is half-Asian - but this picturesque, pseudo-ancient Japan landscape reminded too much of the events in Thailand. She wanted to vomit every time she remembered what had happened that fateful day…

***

The roar of the crowd was deafening, a cacophony of chants that arisen from the phenomenal upsets that occurred again and again through out the tournament. Many in the audience were furious, most likely because they had lost bets, and would lose much more if they didn't pay up. Others were excited, either from the prospect of gaining more money from the losers of those bets or at the prospect of seeing that arrogant champion finally lose. Perhaps both. Some were mystified by the devastating effect a virtual enigma could have on their tournament.

None of this matter to the man named Ki…


***

“No!” King screamed aloud, her head jetting upwards, awakening from her nap as she tried not to remember that horrific day. The day any type of hope and self-worth was utterly obliterated.

She quickly looked around, hoping… wanting no one to have seen or heard her. Thankfully, no one was around, not even the tourists that she suspected would be milling as they always did back home. She rolled over, again mindful of her loathsome breasts, and slowly lifted herself up from her what she had lay. She looked around, the bile once again rising up as she eyed the mimetic land that greatly mimicked the land where half of Ryo’s ancestry had lay. She closed her eyes, and not feeling well enough to want company just yet, ran off towards one of the iron bridges that connected the farthest island of Mithrik’en, an island that whose verdant forest were deceptively welcoming…

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Sorry for delaying to write this pathetic section.

Spirit Link with the Hulk.


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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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:27 PM

Blade of Vengeance

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

Okay, here's the deal. I have this whatchamagizzit called a job. This job is very evil to me and my ninjamatic character, for it has totally rescheduled me to come in this week, regardless of whether I actually wanted to (and in spite of the fact I put in for the vacation, and had the time to use). Hence, I will be quite unable to participate in anything "story-related" for today (Tuesday), Thursday, and possibly Saturday. For this reason, I am now putting my character on "free reign". What this means is, anyone who deigns to use Chipp in their story may do so--in fact, I quite encourage people to do so(Baka, Carly, Dry, I'm looking at you three ). There are a few things to note: Chipp, as you may know, is absolutely obsessed with Japanese culture. To come to such a place as this (which "emulates" that culture after a fashion), it would be as if he had died and gone to heaven. So basically, he'll be hanging around town having ninjagasms at the whole thing while immersing himself--eating sushi, chilling at the hot springs, discussing ninja technique with other ninja, the whole bit. Try to keep him in character if you choose to use him. Also, if/when "Shizu-shishou" gets into trouble (well, him and prolly Alma, since those two seem to be assaulted by demons together), he will find his way there--don't ask how or why, but he will. And, if you plan on using his moves, don't use the Delta End or Zansei Rouga--the former I plan to save, the latter I just used last round.

Also, as noted in the prior round, Chipp is FOCUSed. Now, this might be a bit presumptuous of me, but I'm betting I won't be here to see whether Kyo posts a boss or not. I'm gonna do something that might stretch the rules a bit: I'm gonna spend 1 A-Vote on the boss, optional or required, if indeed there is one. If I am permitted this, the run of my votes will go as follows:

A-Votes to:
Daisetsu
Kalten
(boss)

R-Votes to:
Shizumaru
Jun

Ability: Spirit Link with Shizumaru


If, however, a) I can't do that, or b) there is no boss, my votes will go like this

A-Votes to:
Daisetsu
Kalten
Shang Tsung

R-Votes to:
Shizumaru
Jun

Ability: Spirit Link with Shizumaru

Chipp R3 Status:
FOCUSed
All Votes Exhausted

Sorry about all the difficulties I must be causing :/


TT

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Curley W Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:38 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In which Jason get's serious for a change.

Jason looked down at his longtime friend, whose new form he couldn't help but notice it looked familiar to a certain Aeons pet . He was a Christmas present from his parents after 4 straight months of begging and, due to his constant wheezing breaths as a puppy, was named after another hard breather from the Star Wars movies, Darth Vader. "You gonna say something? Remember, you have to put your answer in the form of a question." The canine quiped.

This made the young man snicker. "Okay then. What is, "I'm just thinking Vader"?" The young man replied, putting the empty soda can away. He had asked the Proffesor to add sodas to the P.E.R.C.'s inventory, though now he realized he should have said which kind he wanted. Now, instead of his prized Dr. Pepper, was stuck with Pepsi. Soda was still soda though, and Jason was happy to have at least some kind of soft drink while in this other worldly gathering.

"So what's eating ya'?" Vader asked. "That change the world stuff Elmdor really getting to you?"

"A bit. Just wondering the point of most of this."

"You mean us being here?"

"Yeah." Jason started. "Just think. I could change the world as soon as we get back home."

"What?"

"Alchemy." Jason explained. "You know as well as I do that our world hasn't really been introduced to magic and stuff. If we let the secret out about alchemy, just think how much it would improve life on Earth..... Our Earth, anyway. Paramedics or even pedestrians could use stuff like Super Heal to save people involved in wrecks or other accidents instantly. Or think of how many diseases could be made a thing of past with Cure or Miracle Cure. Alchemy has the potential to save millions of lives, but... but... you know what I'm gonna say next, right?!"

"Uh huh..." Vader replied, recalling Proffesor Rufflebergs infamous 'Power Control' speech.
-----
Flashback...
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"Why are you getting so mad?!" Jason asked. It had been two days after he had returned from the camping trip when he had been taken to Kyle's tournament, and he had just revealed that he had tought his friends Rex Eter and Carla Chiese a few of the beginners alchemy formulas. At hearing this, the normally cheery Proffesor had erupted in a flurry of how-could-you's and what-were-you-thinking's.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous spreading knowledge of alchemy is?! I thought told before about-..." Letting out a large sigh, he tooking a few deep breaths to calm down. Regaining his composure a bit, Sydney tried to think of how best to explain alchemy's dangers. "Okay, let's make a little scenario. Let's say... uhm-um-um-ummm~ that three men decided to rob a bank. Podunk First National Bank to be precise. This trio have no morals or concern for human life, but had a great desire for money, and weren't afraid of taking it by force."

"Okay, so they rob a bank. They go in with guns and whatever, and hold the place up. The cops would come after them right?" Jason stated. Worry starting to form in his mind knowing where this 'scenario' was going.

"Now suppose these three men.... were highly adept in Alchemy." Ruffleberg continued. Jason winced, knowing that was coming. "Instead of coming in armed with guns, these men come packing all kinds of alchemy ingredients. Two men go to open the vault, while another watches the hostages in the front of the bank. The one watching the hostages is VERY unstable, using formulas like Lance, Crush and Razordust to KILL anyone who tries to juump him, surrender's their valuables to him, or simply just look's at him funny. Alchemy takes their lives in a very quick, and very violent manner."

"Okay..." Jason mutterd. He was already begining to understand the Professor's reasons, but he knew he wasn't finished yet.

"Now the two others are working at the vault. They use Slow Burn and Corrosion to eat away at the Vault door, and finally, Blasting a hole clean through with Nitro. They've broken through the bank's defenses in minutes thanks to the power of Alchemy. However, along the way, these three have triggered a silent alarm, notifying the police to the robbery. Then things get messy. The police surround the bank, and demand the robber surrender. But using Defend, Force Field, and Barrier, they are well protected from the police's bullets. They begin their counter assault, using Fireball, Explosion, and any other Alchemy formula they have."

"So they slaughter the cops..." Jason groaned. He know was wishing this would end. The fact he had screwed up had been thrown in his face, and he wanted it to stop so he could apologise and try to make up for it. Unfortunately, Sydney wasn't finished yet.

"It's not that simple, I'm afraid." The inventor continued. "Let's say that some of the cops know alchemy as well. They use the Reflect formula to send the formula right back at the robbers, killing one of them, and forcing the others to flee! Their defense formulas still active, they can't be taken down so easily by the police. Using the Speed formulas to enhance their running ability, chasing them on foot becomes next to impossible. And with your recently discovered Bovine formula, they quickly flood the street with cattle, immobilizing the squad cars. And now it's a mad chase with conflict all over the city as the criminals split up to avoid capture. Alchemy flying everywhere, the criminals and ducking into alleys as the cops' Nitro formulas scorch nearby buildings, hostages being taken. In short, it's complete anarchy before the criminal are finally arrested. And the worse part..."

"Crap...." Jason cursed under his breath.

"...Is that this destruction was only the cause of three men. Three men with no group affiliation, no racial prejudice, and no desire to wage war with other countries. Imagine if alchemy fell into the hands of the mob or the Klu Klux Klan, or perhaps a communist nation, maybe even terrorist groups like the Al-Queda! Crime and warfare will be brought to a whole new level!" Ruffleberg was growing red in the face as his temper flared up again. "Jason, Alchemy is a power. Every power in existance is capable of being exploited. Power of authority, power of physical strength, the power held in a mere handgun! The power of the atom, of nuclear destruction, held Earth in fear for decades during the Cold War between the U.S and and Soviet Union!"

"Did I ever tell you Evermore was meant to be a bomb shelter? One machine buried under ground could house thousands- no. Millions of people. With the abilty to create it's own resources, it could sustain these people for centuries as nuclear winter destroyed the land above. Evermore was going to be a sanctuary to help people escape nuclear devastation. But then, of the few people who knew, Carltron saw Evermore's potential, and exploited it, hoping to become a king of his own personal world!....uh"

The prefessor stopped for a moment to rub his hand across his forehead, his stress was starting to get to him as he fought a dizzy spell from his blood pressure acting up. Taking a few short breaths, he started again. "Since coming back home, I have made it my solemn duty to keep the powers that I created under control. Power, in any form, must, has to be, controlled. The only way to prevent chaos is to keep these powers secret. Until we find a way to keep power under control, no one can know about Evermore, or Alchemy."

Jason sighed. "And I let power loose, by letting Carla and Rex in on my hobby, right?"

"Right." Ruffleberg answered. "Sorry to going on like this, but I've seen too much chaos because of abuse of power. Now, I'd like for you to talk to your friends about keeping their newfound skills under wraps. The last thing we need is this getting leaked out to the media. That will lead the government to Podunk..."
-----

"Hey, how come you never let the government in on alchemy? They could help keep it under wraps, right?"

"There's enough political scandals out there as proof you can't trust the government that well." Jason replied, a noticeable glumness in his voice. "Even if they don't exploit it themselves, it'll leak out. From the CIA to the FBI, and then former FBI members who teach their children alchemy in case of emergencies. After that, it's only a matter of time before the Mafia get their hands on it, and then... it's everywhere."

"But couldn't they control it still? Maybe we could just reveal the Healing formulas?"

"You'd eventually get people like me who dabble in alchemy, testing all sorts of new formulas to find something useful. They's stumble onto attack formulas sooner or later. And with the secret out, can you imagine the world resource crisis that would happen? Simple stuff like ethanol and limestone would become more precious than gold, with alchemy makingthem popular. If the government tried to restrict everything that could be used for alchemy... " Jason pushed away from the bridge. "Heck. I can't even begin to imagine how hard life would get like that. And imagine when we start burning all of one type of resource. Then we'll really have soem trouble!"

"But can't Evermore create matter instant- oh." The dog made a slight whimper, berating himself for not realizing the big picture.

"Let's just drop it okay." Jason said. "One of the reasons we do this, coming to these tournaments, is to find a power that can be controlled very easily. Like Curative Materia. It's one type of magic, and it only has positive effects. If we make that public, and no other materias, we'll have a power that can only help. That's just theory though. That's why the Professor want's to study magics."

"Right, so we get whatever we can find, and hope find something we can put to good use?"

"Yup!" Jason smiled. "Speaking of which, we haven't found a damn thing since we got here! C'mon, I'm sure one of these shops has some jutsu magic or somethin'." With that, the two walked across the bridge. As they got closer to land, Jason stared at the sky, deep in thought again.

"To change the world... you have to make it better and worse...." He mumbled. However, he failed to watch where he was going, and soon crashed into sa red hair young woman running across one of the bridges.

"Oof!" Jason grunted, grabbing the bridge's railing to keep from falling over. "Sorry about-... Mint?"
__________________________________________

Bah... Thing are getting a little too serious with Jason. I need to do something crazy again with him, especially if I want to have a chance in hell of getting a second consecutive "Best Comedic Perfomance" award.

Take it away, Krizak.

EDIT: Almost forgot, Vader's form is that on Yojimbo's Dog, Daigoro(from FFX). Here is the only pic I could find of him, alongside Yojimbo. Sorry the picture's so crappy


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

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:47 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

quote:
Originally posted by Soujiro Seta
Lucky you! Fan-favorite ‘Loincloth Elmdor’ makes a brief (ha-ha) return. I couldn’t resist the temptation of an onsen.


Yes, you've made my afternoon, Tenk. XD *gives him Onsen-Mark* >E

I'll be home soon to work on a post, btw. School gets out in exactly five minutes. XD


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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Baka Posted: 04-22-2003 , 03:26 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 3:2 - Wind (another tribute)

The town was quiet, a sure sign the destruction of this 'tournament' hadn't hit it yet. The people seemed friendly enough, their attitudes polite, yet none raised arms. Ky mused that they probably didn't need to. If he was out of order here, he'd probably be dead before he knew it.

The younger ninja - Genin, he was told - had been dismissed, the blonde punk wandering off shouting about noodles, The Jounin, Kakashi, had stayed with Ky though - and that was how they found themselves sitting, feet dangling in the water, on the edge of a hot spring. His shoes and socks sat on the rocks next to him, and he relaxed in the mid-day sun. It was nice to take the time out, to let himself be carefree for a short while, to think about the last few days.

Sol.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ky's heartbeat sped up at the mere thought of that name, and all the emotions it brought with it. Why is he here? The Lord brings us all here for a reason, so what is his reason? Maybe Sol was here to redeem himself - but Ky doubted that. More likely his one-time friend would throw them to the wolves once again, like he did before in the wars. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-d.u.m. Can't think about Sol. I can't control him, I can only try to lessen the damage he does, him and Testament. At least they seemed to be the only ones from his world here - but that didn't stop there from being other evils here. Shang Tsung, defiler of souls, and the Marquis Elmdor, judging by what Shizumaru said.

And there was another conundrum - Shizumaru was most definitely Japanese. Ky could accept the evidence presented by his own eyes to say that other worlds existed - but coming face to face with what ought to be a relic from your past.. was different. Difficult, even.

Ky glanced over at the silent ninja beside him. Kakashi looked his way, nodded, then went back to his book. Heh. Good idea.. consult the book. Reaching into his coat, lying on the rock beside him, he pulled out a battered, loved book. Caressing its cover softly, he traced the letters "Holy Bible" on the front.

"My guide through thick and thin.. I hope you can help me now." he whispered softly, opening the front cover. A faded inscription marked the book as a gift from Kliff... this book was Ky's most treasured posession. Like many seekers of faith, Ky would consult it in times of confusion, times when his path wasn't clear.

Times like now.

Laying the book flat, he let the pages settle in the wind, then placed his finger down on the left-hand one. Hm. 1 Corinthians, 13:11.

"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put my childish ways behind me."

Ky placed the book carefully back in his coat pocked, before lying back on the stones, looking up at the warm sun. When I became a man, I put my childish ways behind me... what are you trying to tell me, Lord? Should I forgive Sol? Should I let go of my memories of everything he has done? Maybe.. maybe he has his reasons? Of course he has his reasons. Everyone has reasons. But can his reasons excuse his actions? Lord, why do you test me with such a conundrum? Why me, now?

Sighing, Ky sat up, looking over at Kakashi. Surely he could provide some insight - the man seemed to know much. Leaning over, he brushed the ninja's shoulder. Kakashi looked at him, winked, and proffered the book. Ky shrugged, looking down at it.

"..she sighed heavily, as he held her closely in his arms. She could feel his manhoo - GAH!" Ky pushed the book away in disgust, averting his eyes from the filthy phrase. Kakashi shrugged, returning to his copy of "Come Come Paradise". Ky's sudden rage subsided quickly, and he turned to the ninja again. "I do apologise, Kakashi-san. Your... uh.. book.. took me by surprise, is all. I'm sure it's a wonderful book."

Kakashi lowered the book, inhaling deeply, then turned to Ky. "I enjoy it. You look upset, Ky. Can I help?"

"No.. no. Thankyou anyway, Kakashi-san." Ky sighed, taking a sip of tea. This teacup was exquisite - ninja make good artisans.

"Are you sure? I can dance if you need cheering up." Ky spluttered, spitting his tea out, and let out a guffaw. The ninja raised an eyebrow, then sighed. "No-one ever lets me dance..." he muttered, returning to his book. Ky grinned, leaning back to the rocks again. It was nice to be able to relax again, even if it was only for a short time. The only thing that could spoil this moment would be...

"Holy Zen! It's Ky Kiske! What the Buddha are you doing here?"

...that...


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-22-2003 , 03:56 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Okay, to make up for that lame, sleep-induced post earlier...XD

Canto III + Tabula Rasa + Frailty


"Ahh...pikachu- er, whatever the word is for 'feels so good'..."

Alma had never quite gotten used to bathing in the wilderness, so it came about that she looked quite clumsy in trying to wash up in the hot springs. She'd come to the most private part of the springs to bathe, though, so she supposed she could afford to look like an idiot. Ironically enough, the part of the hot springs closest to the ninja headquarters was mostly deserted, and she couldn't for the life of her guess why. Like all of the country, they were beautiful, lined with smooth stone and greenery, and filled with bubbling hot water. She could hear others bathing far down the line, in the labyrinth of saunas that made up the springs.

Trying to bathe in them without actually stripping was harder than it seemed, and Alma's woven shirt was drenched along with most of her head from trying. "Whew...sweaty Clerics are unhappy Clerics!" She removed her mantle, at least, and then her gloves and boots. That felt a little better. She set them beside the gleipnir next to her, careful of it- she couldn't afford to get it wet or damaged.

Sometimes I think it's the only thing keeping me sane...ack! Alma realized she'd gotten the back of her shirt wet, and slapped her forehead. How stupid can I be? Just get a towel already...

It was an appealing thought- truth be told, she'd never actually tried a hot spring before. She turned back to the bamboo wall behind her, where a few yellow towels hung off racks. She grabbed the largest one and pulled off her clothing, folding them up in a pile- she'd have to wait for them to dry anyway. She tied the towel around her, good and tight.

"I'd better get used to the simple comforts," Alma muttered, slipping into the springs. "Eee...owch, owch, hot hot hot...kind of nice, I guess..."

She found a little bench had been set up in the springs, so she sat in the water up to her shoulders, sighing in relief. This is better...my body needed this. I've felt so frail... Her head rocked back tiredly against the stone back, the steam graciously seeping into her aching muscles. She didn't smile, though.

"What am I doing here?" Alma hugged herself under the water. "I should be out there, helping Shizumaru, or Vincent, or Vice and Mature, or seeing if they are all okay...or finding Marquis Elmdor..."

Alma tightened the hug. I have a lot to contemplate. She turned over the events in her head- being called from the Graveyard of Airships to this strange event. Meeting Shizumaru Hisame. Meeting Vice and Mature, and then being saved by Vincent Valentine from the fat imp, 'Lahatiel.' Then the events of the round prior- talking with Jun, meeting Oujin with Shizumaru again, and Mint and Maya, learning the monk's art of chakra self-restoration...then...

"Marquis Elmdor," she murmured, looking into the water. "How is it you survived, when Sir Wiegraf, Cardinal Draclau, and my own brother all fell...? How is it that Zalera yet survives in you, when I saw the swords of Uncle Cid and Ramza claim both your lives? Will wonders never cease..."

Her thoughts turned to another swordsman, practically Elmdor's opposite. "Shizumaru..." she said, tugging at one aching bicep. "I know now what it is you hide...how have you survived? How have you carried this burden for so long?" She sighed again, sinking a little deeper into the water. "Who am I kidding...the answers to all these would take a million years to give, with my luck..."

She sat there, listening idly to the relaxing sounds of bubbling water. Alma frowned a little- it seemed like the steam was rising at a much faster rate than before. It was almost like...mist, actually. She smelled something, too...some fragrance she had smelled before, somewhere. Pleasant, like wild cherries- perhaps the stream had been pumped full of spices?

"I see you..."

Alma's hand was on her staff in an instant, and the water swirled around her as she stood up with it at the ready. She pointed its tip in the mist, her eyes turning to green fire. She would not have known that voice but four days ago, yet now it seemed like it was all she could hear. Angrily, she raised the staff up. "Come out then, Altima," she said. "Your eyes can't see the power in me now."

A cold wind- small, but noticeable, amidst the heat of the springs. Alma jerked, hearing water splashing off to the side. She whirled, still gripping the white staff with purpose. Suzaku...Suzaku, where are you? I thought you'd keep her balanced...

"Your Phoenix is preoccupied," the voice murmured, and Alma felt soft breath fall upon her damp neck. Her skin began to crawl, but before she could turn, the viselike embrace was on her again. Alma gasped as her arms were pinned to her sides, the staff again useless- she hadn't even felt the other creep up on her. She grunted and twisted, opening her mouth to scream at her enemy- and found it muffled by a hand that felt all too much like hers.

Except at the ends, where talons sprung.


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:00 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

"Shh," Altima whispered, her voice coaxing and slick in Alma's ear. "You mustn't scream...after all...you wouldn't want anything to happen to your dear Shizumaru, or your Vincent, or your Vice and your Mature...no, you wouldn't want anything to happen to anyone here, my Alma..." Her hair tickled the back of Alma's neck. "You know what I could do..."

Alma panted, her breathing high-pitched as Altima held her. She could feel the Bloody Angel's warm body- her own body- pressing against hers in that powerful, crushing embrace she so feared. But, as Altima pulled her palm away, Alma realized that the embrace...didn't hurt. In fact, it felt like the spring water against her flesh again.

"...you're not real," Alma said, her voice low, wary. "You're a dream...or a vision, or a ghost..."

"We're alone. I'm whatever you think I am," Altima said, her arms still tight and restricting around Alma's waist. She pumped it, and Alma winced out of instinct. "Hmm...you've grown very strong now. Your power's almost completely restored...so, too, is mine. And now you control the Phoenix..."

Alma's slick fingers tightened around her staff. "Take your arms off me," she said, trying to glare at Altima out of the corner of her eye. "I'm not so weak that I couldn't call Holy, you know. Doesn't that bother you, Devil? I might destroy you and I wouldn't even have to move!"

Altima chuckled, her talon tracing a sign- the Virgo sign- over Alma's stomach. "You're not fooling anyone, my Alma," she whispered. "You're no warrior mage...why, you used to be frightened to death, just trying to summon Shiva. Your weakest aeon and yet you were so afraid it might...hurt."

"Used to," Alma said, at last turning to face the Bloody Angel in the eye- in her own eye. "I'm stronger now...stronger than you."

"I know. I know you're very strong now." Altima reached a hand up and pressed her finger against the imprint of the golden feather on Alma's cheek, circling it with a talon. Alma did not flinch, but Altima's gaze softened some. "Yet you'd never imagine...it's not your strength I'm after."

Alma glared. "No, it's just my body you're after- you want my body and nothing more."

Altima's eyes flashed for a moment, with something that resembled hurt. She steeled her face after that, though, and she shifted Alma in her powerful grip until the squirming Cleric was facing her. "Didn't I explain this to you already?" the Bloody Angel asked, her deep red eyes boring into Alma's head. "I won't let you die. I don't want you to die...I want you to help me. I want to teach you. I want you to see for yourself...to be 'free.'"

Alma grit her teeth, wishing again that this awful vision would end. "Why don't you just...leave me alone!? How many times do I have to tell you- there's nothing you can give me that will make me give in! Nothing!" she shouted. "Become God, put down the sword, even bring Teta and Zalbag and Dycedarg back- it means nothing if it comes from you! You can never have me, you devil! Never!"

"Why?"

"Wh- why?!" Alma gaped, disgusted. "You're the devil and you have to ask me that?"

Altima tilted her head. "Well, yes. All I'm offering you is truth, Alma- the same truth that's set me free."

"Truth...?"

"Tell me something, Alma. Beyond the world you know, who says fire must burn? Who says water must flow, or that wind must blow with the horizon? A select few- like myself- have transcended these rules. I have been set free by truth, my Alma. I have broken the rules, and rewritten law. That is my power. I am 'free.'"

Alma frowned...this was leading to something she didn't understand. "So you’ve achieved enlightenment...what does that mean to me? What can an angel who became a devil teach me?”

“How to find your truth." Altima's hands joined around the cleric's waist, her gaze sympathetic and soft. "Alma, I know life can be confusing- I know the crossroads are many, and all too often the straight paths turn out to be circles. Too much reality can be a killjoy. It’s much easier to...forget. To feel bliss, to know comfort that surpasses physicality..." She turned her gaze aside, a shy tinge of pink on her cheeks. "I...can show you that, Alma. I can show you anything...I can take you beyond the rims of galaxies, beyond the edges of the universe, beyond the boundaries of time and space. I can show you what 'comfort' is from there...I can."

Alma shook her head. "I'm living in the real world, Altima. I know it's not that simple- and sending demon after demon after me won't get me to come with you to the edges of the universe." She turned her gaze aside, no longer meeting the Angel's gaze. "...free Marquis Elmdor. Leave him, and Shizumaru, and Vice and Mature and everyone alone. Alone. Go back to Hell, and live out your punishment there. Leave my body, and never come back again. Never. Do it, Altima. Please, just do it."

Altima was quiet, then. Slowly, her hands slipped from Alma's waist. Alma stiffened, but then Altima cupped her chin. She looked up, and saw the angel wave a hand over Alma's clothes on the stone bank. They fluffed, suddenly dry and clean.

"You are a hard prey, my beautiful Alma," Altima said, the mist rising over her until she was hidden from Alma's sight. "Rest now. I will trouble you no further...be at peace."

The mist carried away, then, into the bubbling waters, and then Alma knew she was alone.

"...hoi," she breathed, putting her hand to her forehead. Strangely, her skin felt dry where Altima had touched it. Alma twisted her lip some, though...truth be told, she felt a little guilty. She might be just playing with my mind, but those are hard words to say...

Alma stood there for a long moment, half-damp and half-dry, before she stepped out of the water to clothe herself.

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

Alma casts Allay on Ky Kiske

A-Votes to come.


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Kellios Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:04 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Dunno if I can be around for the end of this, so...

1 R-vote to:
Opera (I owe you this)
Jun

1 A-Vote to:
Dorrin
Daisetsu
Kalten

Vincent uses Spirit Link on Alma


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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eyesaw Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:17 PM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

meh, i'm gonna do some vote dumping.

1 A-Vote to:
Dorrin
Daisetsu
Kalten
Vincent
Tingle

1 R-Vote to:
Opera (I think I have dumped an A-Vote on you in both of the last rounds, so I owe you this one)
Testament
King


Where can I run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:30 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Did somebody say -loincloth-? >:D


Nothing up my sleeve... Presto! *jiggle*

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Krizak Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:44 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: East Heaven Kingdom Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!

Phase Three (Changes): The Boy Behind The Controls

This new outfit is so comfortable! Mint thought as she ran through the town, testing out various acrobatic manoeuvres as she went. Light, flexible, and oh so incredibly stylish... I'll have to make sure I repay Mr. Shigemitsu after I win this war and obtain godhood. Maybe a nicer store, or a magical forge... No, wait, I'll make him young again! There's a gift that can't be replicated!

Lost in her thoughts, she crashed into a blond-haired boy as she crossed one of bridges. Stumbling backwards at the impact, she landed on her rear with a loud "Ow!" Anger flaring, she turned her gaze to the person who she had bumped into. "Hey! Watch where your... Jason?"

"Hey, Mint, it is you!" Jason offered her a hand, pulling Mint back to her feet. "Well, it's certainly been a while. I didn't actually expect to see you again."

Mint brushed herself off and laughed. "What do you mean? I mean, potential for godhood? I should be the first person that comes to mind when you think of that phrase!" She walked over to the railing and jumped up onto it effortlessly. Sitting down, she turned back to Jason. "So, this is what, your third gathering?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah, certainly is. These things seem to like me a lot."

"I can't understand why, though." Mint turned to see a large creature standing nearby. It resembled a dog, but it had red and blue fir and what seemed like a decorative headdress. "It's not like he's really all that special."

"Whoa! Demon!" Mint jumped up and pulled out her rings. "White, Power, Ar-!"

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Jason jumped forward and grabbed Mint's arm, interrupting her spell. "Calm down, Mint! That's just my dog, Vader."

Mint's gaze turned a few times between Jason and Vader, before she finally settled on Jason. "That... is a DOG?" she asked, a bewildered tone in her voice.

"Yeah. He changes forms to suit his environment, and that's what this city produced. It's sort of ugly, but not too bad."

"Hey, it's better than being a bunny," the dog quipped.

"...Okay." Finally calming down, Mint hopped back onto the railing. "Well, I think I should thank you for telling me about these gatherings. If I hadn't known about them, I wouldn't have practiced so hard for this one, and I would have had a slightly harder time kicking as much butt as I am now!"

"Uh, thanks... Oh!" Jason reached into his bag and pulled out a strange device. "You seem to have a new outfit! Better make sure I get this on tape!" Holding it up to his eye, he looked over at Mint. "Alright, Mint, tell us about yourself!"

A faint sensation tickled the back of Mint's mind. "...What the heck was that?"

Jason held out the camcorder. "Oh, this? This is a camcorder. It records whatever it sees and-"

"No, that feeling! Magical energy... An Element! You have an Element that I've never sensed before!" Before Jason could react, Mint had grabbed his bag and was rummaging through it. "What's with this bag? It seems a lot larger inside than it should be... Ahh, it's a pocket dimension! But it's not magical, very strange... Argh, I'll never find it this way." Throwing the PERC onto the ground, Mint jumped straight into the bag, disappearing from sight.

Running up to the bag, Jason yelled, "Mint, get out of there right now! Professor Ruffleberg will kill me if the PERC gets wrecked!"

"Aha! Found it!" The muffled cry carried a tone of excitement in it, and moments later, Mint jumped out of the bag, a look of pure glee on her face. In her hand, she held a small purple orb, which gleamed with a dull light.

"...Mint, do you realize what that is?" Jason said, his voice filled with a tinge of horror.

Mint quickly turned around, keeping her back to Jason. "A condensed sphere of magical energy containing an enchantment that makes the person who holds it fall in love with anyone they see? Why, yes, I do. Why do you think I made sure to face away from you?" She held the shining Materia up to her eyes. "It's not the spell I want, it's the Element that powers it."

"Wha-AHH! BLIND!" Jason staggered back as the Love Materia suddenly glowed with a light bright enough to rival the sun. The radiant purple light quickly focused on Mint, who sighed in her contentment as she basked in the energy.

"Ahh, such an interesting Element," she commented as the glow ended. Tossing the Materia back into the PERC, she turned to Jason, a tremendous grin on her face. "The Purple Element. It governs time and space, minds and emotions... Ooh, this is so COOL!"

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And with that, I must be off to work, so I guess I'll be missing the boss fight. Oh well. A few votes before I go....

1 A-Vote to Kalten
1 A-Vote to Daisetsu
1 A-Vote to Jun

(Just watching out for Dorrin...)

1 R-Vote to Alma
(For getting to the hot springs when I did not... )

1 R-Vote to Jason
(For your patience with my slow writing. :P)

1 R-Vote to Maya
(For failing to keep my promise to you... )

1 Allay to Shizumaru
(*sniff* Mint didn't get to ogle your sexy body...)

1 Allay to Dorrin
(That man can hold his liquor.)

New Element Revealed!
The Purple Element is related to powers of the mind. Teleportation, telekinesis, and mind control are among the spells that the Element enables Mint to use.

Mint - 3 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Abilities Used
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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Exeter Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:47 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Hey, all. Finally here. I'll be posting again shortly, after I get caught up.

But first...

Sol is using Immolation.

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Lantis Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:58 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

After walking for roughly an hour, Setsuna spots a clearing ahead. Setsuna heads towards the dim light. Sunrise was going to happen soon, as the sky turned a pale gray. Setsuna walked up to a flowing river, which ran through the island, and in front of the river, a tall mountain side arised. Several demon-like Buddhist statues were carved into the rock, and they rised high into the mountain, as the river ran calmly.

Setsuna walked up to the river bank, and kneeled on one leg. He put down his sword, and used both hands to take a drink of water and wash his face. He noticed that he had a slash in his left arm, from his previous battle against Adol. Setsuna placed some water on his wound, and felt suddenly refreshed. But he didn't feel so relaxed when suddenly, he felt small vibrations in the water. Setsuna quickly got up, and drew his sword in a flash of black mist.

"Very well...whoever it is, come out now, and I may spare you a painful death of sorts..."

No reply came. Setsuna awaited in a ready stance wihtout moving a muscle. Suddenly, Setsuna felt a slight noise in the air, and flipped backwards. When he regained his feet, he saw a trail of shurikens where he was once standing. At least 5 of them, impaled in the sand before him. Setsuna made an unpleasant smirk. It was then when he noticed about 3 ninjas dressed in blue: one was standing in the branches at the other side of the river, one was barely standing aside a tree trunk, and the other was crouched behind the bushes. They started to talk, but it seemed like their voices were being carried by the wind.

"Are you the one named Setsuna?"

"Is my name that important to you? Death is my true essence!"

"Indeed, you foul beast! You were the one who slayed two of our Genins a while ago, right? According to the rules in our tribe, you are to receive a swift death. For your brutal actions!"

"Brutal? I made them happy by giving them a blessing...the blessing of eternal life! Now they shall enjoy an eternity of pain in the hereafter!"

"Enough! Be gone!"

The 3 ninjas vanished, and Setsuna remained motionless. He suddenly felt a stinging pain in his back, as he was kicked in the back by a ninja. He never noticed another ninja reappear in front of him, give him two palm attacks in the face and chest, and then shove him to the floor. He was picked by the arms and legsby the two ninjas, and was thrusted towards the river. Out of the water, a huge splash emerged, and the last ninja appeared. He jump kicked Setsuna in mid-flight, and sent him crashing near the edge of the river. He got up but he could not see them again.

"Curses! These ninja seem to be of higher class than the others...I think it's time to get serious...or die trying!"

Setsuna then focused his electric energy in his sword. He looked at both sides as his blade cracked with sparks. He noticed some slashes in front of him, and he was quick to block. But he was surprised when someone grabbed by the shoulders, flipped him, and slammed him hard on his back. Then he was knee dropped on the stomach by another ninja, and soon saw a rain of daggers coming his way. Setsuna dodged and blocked some, but a dagger impaled his right shoulder.

Setsuna rolled to his feet...again, the ninjas were nowhere to be seen.

"Again? This could be tricky...."

Setsuna calmly walked into the river, until his knees were into the water. He stood there, and closed his eyes, as the water flew between his legs. He remained there for several minutes, and then he noticed...the trembling of the water from both behind and front of him.

DAAAAAH!

Setsuna slashed his sword, and soon enough, he sent one ninja flying in front of him. He quickly turned around, punched the other ninja, and slashed his legs, so that the ninja was wounded in both thighs. He kneeled in the water, which now reached his stomach. Setsuna was about to give the killing blow, but he was repelled by more shurikens. He blocked them, and soon enough, all 3 ninjas were in the river with him.

The river now had a red tone flowing....Setsuna then smiled.

"You have made your first...and last...mistake, friends!"

Setsuna raised his charged sword.

"DIE IN PAIN!"

Setsuna impaled his sword inside the river, and the whole river acted as an electric current that shocked the ninjas many times over. Their bodies twitched as the river kept flowing, and a huge electric burst came out of the river. After a few seconds, 3 ninja bodies were floating in the water, and Setsuna was spent....

"These battles are going to kill me...."

But now...Setsuna noticed that he had a red dot aiming his chest.

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1 A-Vote to Dorrin
1 R-Vote to Daisetsu


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

*First Champion of SRK Survivor Tournament - Character: Rock Howard
*6th place in SRK Survivor Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro
*6th place in SRK Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails.
He who forgets will be destined to remember.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:02 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung steals SOULS...

Shang Tsung looked at the box of SOULS, then at the rapidly-dwindling figure of Captain Falcon. He looked at the box again. "A cereal... is named SOULS? What mockery is this?"

And, of course, the fact that the box had an interesting likeness of himself. But these "souls" were not worth the taking, and Shang Tsung had no time for petty grains. So he gave it to some ninja children, who were taking a healthy exercise routine outside. Then he walked away, plotting revenge against those people that had bested him earlier. Testament, especially.

It was at that moment that one of the ninja children took a big bite of the cereal, and exclaimed, "Wow, these SOULS make feel so much more powerful! It's soullirific!"

Shang Tsung stopped cold. Could it be... That these are souls trapped in a dry, crunchy, fruity form? I must have these SOULS... My very life may rest on it!

So he did what any reasonably-minded sorcerer that needed to get souls from children... He got polite. "Children," he asked, somewhat silkily, "Would you mind if I borrowed some cereal from you, delightful little children?"

The children slowly shook their heads, and ran away to the nearby, publically accessible secret ninja house. Shang Tsung followed them, and begged again. "Children, I need that cereal. Please?"

The oldest child deliberated about this, then handed the bowl to Shang Tsung. Just as the sorcerer's hands were about to grab his prize, the ninja child pulled it back. "Psyche!"

So the children ran off to a convinent rooftop, where Shang Tsung found them again. This time, however, he decided to use stealth. Namely, he transformed into a jounin ninja, and used his best authoritative voice.

"Children! You should not be on the roof! You should be in class. Now, go to class and give me those SOULS!"

The children bowed their heads, and shuffled by the shape-shifted sorcerer. As the eldest boy went past, he stomped on the roof's tiling. The sorcerer's tile went flying, as did the sorcerer. He landing in the garden... hard.

Shang Tsung gritted his teeth. "I will get that cereal..."

One of the children taunted him. "Silly sorcerer! SOULS are for kids!"

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:19 PM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Maya Amano 3:3

“Stripteeeease!” Maya hiccupped.

“No! No striptease!” Dorrin yelled.

They had been walking quickly on the streets for a little while. Dorrin had to help Maya stand up straight so that she didn’t wobble like a bowl of jelly with every step she took. Onlookers gave them funny glances. Dorrin kept his head down. Maya waved at them.

“Ahaha… I’m… I’m not gonna stripteeeease, Dorrin,” Maya giggled. Her face was red and her eyes weren’t focused, “That would be… undecent.”

“…That’s ‘indecent’, Maya.”

“Oh, whatever!” she said loudly, “Difference of one letter.”

Dorrin said nothing, but walked a little faster. Unknown to him Maya had fallen asleep and her legs dragged on the floor as they passed by the crowd.

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Gah, sorry for the crappy post (again). Umm... I won't be here, so vote dump. ^^;;

A-vote to Jun (Must...)
A-vote to Kalten (Protect...)
A-vote to Daisetsu (Dorrin!)

Allay casted on Dorrin ('Cause Dorrin rocks, yo! ^.-)

3 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 1 Ability.

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Lantis Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:25 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

at San_Draco

Setsuna tried to focus his sight on the red spot that was on his chest. It was, in fact, coming from somewhere amidst the bushes...something he just couldn't notice, but was there. He then heard a fire shot. He moved out of the way, and barely dodged a bullet, which splashed into the water.

"Who is it?"

A tall, but slender figure, stepped out of the vegetation. He was cloaked in red, and was sporting a mean rifle in the other hand. He also had a gauntlet in one of his hands.

"Greetings, Setsuna. I saw your little show, and I must say...I am fairly impressed with your act."

"Hmmm...I sense something within your soul...I feel the presence of inner demons...hiding within that calm surface"

"Yes...I am not totally devoid of sins, just like you, Setsuna. We are both haunted souls, grieving for light, hoping that someday, our suffering will end."

Setsuna leaped at Vincent, and attacked him, but Vincent blocked with his gauntlet.

"You seem to have lost loved ones, Valentine. And...betrayal? Is that it? I don't know much about you...but I know I crave not light! Darkness is one with me...and you too, belong in it! In the cradle of desperation...you shall rot..."

Vincent summons a sphere of fire in his hand. He extends it towads Setsuna, but he jumps backwards. However, the fireball shoots, and Setsuna is toasted on the stomach. He falls down, grabbing his burned injury.

"Yes, I am riddled with nightmares, Setsuna...but my nightmares are your downfall!"

With that, Setsuna noticed that Vincent was slowly morphing into something he had never seen before. The once human Vincent was now, a purple horned demon that had wildness written all over him. His red eyes expressed murder, and his sharp teeth, spelt death. Setsuna tried to recover, but Vincent had already leaped atop of him.

Setsuna struggled with the Vincent beast. He kept Vincent's mouth away by using his sword as a lever, but Vincent's foul breath dizzied Setsuna. His claws also attacked Setsuna several times. Setsuna also noticed a bright light coming from within Vincent's mouth gap. It grew bigger and bigger, and now Setsuna was aware that Vincent was trying to spew a fireball at him. Setsuna shocked Vincent at the stomach with his hand, and threw him away Judo style.

Vincent once again attacked Setsuna as he was getting up, but now the young swordsman was pissed. He used his sword to keep the beast at bay as they continued to exchange blows and dodges. Finally, Setsuna jumped back, reared his sword behind his back, and charged it with electricity.

SHEENE!!!!!

Setsuna swiped it downwards, and created a lightning streak that crusied the space between him and Vincent, and striked the beast. Vincent was weak, and dizzy after the attack, and Setsuna was very much spent...but he didn't hesistate. With a final roar, Setsuna climbed atop the beast, and stabbed him in the chest until he was down.

Vincent reverted back to human form after Setsuna's onslaught, but he wasn't nearly as wounded as Setsuna hoped he was.

"Grrrr...maybe this time, Setsuna...your evil has saved you. But this is just an example of how evil may consume you in the end...."

Setsuna breathed heavily, as Vincent lingered away. Setsuna felt blood flow freely from his several wounds in his body.

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1 A-Vote to Vincent
1 A-Vote to Kalten
1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung (cuz it was funny).


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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:34 PM

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Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: Xenogears - Forest of the Black Moon

Bruce Banner walked out of the throne of the Temple of the Ignorant Truth, and looked back once he was outside again; behind him was a humble stand which sold a dish suspiciously similar to okonomiyaki.

...alright, I'm starved. How do we get some food around here anyway?

Just become a manwhore.

I suggest that we justify our deeds to a positive end.

You mean we...

Steal something. Come on, I'm starved, and we're broke.

Even you'd stoop to that Prof? I got more dignity than to steal food like a dog! ... Rob someone. Then buy dinner.

Hulk eat animals in forest; nourishment.

EWW! Shit, raw animals taste like pennies. Fuck that!


Bruce liked Hulk's idea; just ahead of this road was, conviniently, the entrance to what looked like a large forest. Perhaps there were large beasts in here for the devouring. So, Bruce strolled along and took in the view.

***

Bruce admired the quiet peace that nature is billed to offer. He much didn't like the dry blood on his face after Hulk's bovine buffet.

I don't think they were cows. Hulk ate hornless males. This was an odd species, too; they were land-roaming beasts with lungs, and gills, gills of all breathing apparatus. ... Wait, let us examine this patch of heavily shaded forest we're in; there are many trees, large, strong, but also many more remain uprooted. I wonder why that is.

Don't be a dope; I figured it out already. This is a very deep spot we're in. When the rain pours down, like it should, it'll collect here; this vast region of forest seems to be on a down slope with this at the center anyway. ... You got it now, Bruce? Let me give you a hint: Darwin.

...he's right. The land animals have adapted to roaming both land and water.

Which means floods happen so much...that it's reliable enough to grow crops dependant on them; like rice. I bet you, there's a thriving rice industry here, or something similar to rice.

I'd bet.

What of the rings? I wonder what they mean...they reek of the stentch of gamma radiation.

Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out later.


***

It's time for a top tier A-Vote spread. A-Votes to six people with high R-Vote counts!...and Dorrin.

So I'm left to be the benevolent one? Fine, fine: R-Votes for Daisetsu, Tingle, King, and our favorite shapeshifter himself, Shang Tsung.


A-Vote! Dorrin!
A-Vote! Shizumaru!
A-Vote! Alma!
A-Vote! Opera!
A-Vote! Ky Kiske!
A-Vote! Vincent Valentine!

R-Vote! Daisetsu!
R-Vote! Tingle!
R-Vote! King!
R-Vote! Shang Tsung!


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Luna Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:42 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

Small vote dump for now, since I can't write anything right now. *sighs*

1 A-Vote to:
Jun
Dorrin

1 R-Vote to:
Kalten
Shizumaru(payback for....er....sore wa himitsu desu. ~_^)


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San_Draco Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:54 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which ninja are hired, and Shang Tsung meets up with Testament...

Shang Tsung stared at the children, hatred burning in his eyes. "I must have those SOULS!"

But, alas, the children were soon called in to their dojos, and ducked into their beds all snug. And, obviously, Shang Tsung had no great desire to take on the ninja-moms, who wielded frying pans and spatulas as well as other ninja used ninjatos or shuriken. And besides, the women didn't fight by any rules.

So, instead, Shang Tsung began wandering around the city, taking in the sights and the smells, and enjoying a little bit of soul-numbing sake.

Suddenly, the room filled with ninja! They came in from the ovens, through the windows, from the doors, and descended from the roof. Shang Tsung was impressed. "And what do you want?"

One of the ninja bowed. "We have been sent here on a mission."

The sorcerer was less than impressed. "Indeed? Well, you do know that I won't let you complete it so easily."

The ninja straightened out. "We will not be stopped. You cannot stop us from completing our mission, not you by yourself."

Shang Tsung grabbed the hilt of his Straight Sword. "We shall see about that."

Weapons popped out of nowhere. Shuriken, battle axes, ninjato, staves, kunai, nunchucks, the occasional ball of yarn, and kama were all bared, and Shang Tsung got the distinct impression that he was outnumbered. Then again, he was worth quite a few ninja before he went down... if he ever did.

But then, one of the younger ninja shouted, "Do we really need to fight over a good deal on sake?"

The sorcerer facefaulted. "You're here just for the sake?"

All of the ninja sheepishly looked away. "Well... it is good brew..."

Shang Tsung smiled. "Very well then, I have a deal for you. Let's have a drink together, and talk business."
---

The female ninja's face was a bright cherry red, even with the facecloth preventing him from being seen. "A.. and then... when I heard that... well... I thought it might have been destiny! ...I can't believe this. We've only just met, and I'm talking to you like this! How embarrassing!"

Shang Tsung was stone sober, but desperately wishing he was drunk. "Why... don't you just complete the mission I gave you?"

The room slowly emptied of ninja, and the sorcerer sighed. "Well... this day couldn't possibly get worse."

Testament walked into the bar, scythe in hand and glaring at Shang Tsung. The sorcerer sighed. "Or, I could be wrong."

He picked up the sake and took another drink. "I would salute your health, Gear, but I doubt it would do either of us any good."
---

[OOC]Ninja ninja ninja! Shang Tsung has hired a swarm of them to hit people! Namely...

A-votes to: Rydia, Daisetsu, Hisame Shizumaru (because of that Spirit Link, of course), and Dorrin. Saving one for later.
R-votes to The Hulk, Mal'Ganis, Kalten, and Captain Falcon. (Green thicker than nothing, blood thicker than water, fealty thicker than death, but Commerce Conquers Completely! )

I save my other ability for later...

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:03 PM

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Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Ability changes:

Distance Charge deals you 3 A-Votes now, for giving the next A-Vote that you and target Sponsor cast a triple-boost.

If a Sponsor is Spirit Link'ed, he/she cannot be targeted with another.

These changes are retroactive, so I'll allow you to edit your votes in your posts accordingly.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:06 PM

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Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77
Distance Charge deals you 3 A-Votes now, for giving the next A-Vote that you and target Sponsor cast a triple-boost.


English.


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Lantis Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:08 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Setsuna casts INFUSE

BRB.


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Renmazuo Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:12 PM

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Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

quote:
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English.


It deals you 3 A-Votes, but you and the target sponsor you used it on deal 3 A-Votes each with your next A-Vote.


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

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Exeter Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:13 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~The Great Pretender~
Sol Badguy--Album 3, Track 1

The target fled into the forest, and the bounty hunter followed. The air was cool, the sky clear and bright. The low rumble of the nearby river and the musical chatter of a pair of tiny songbirds were the only sounds for miles.

Lighting a cigarette, the bounty hunter smirked. Another day, another bounty.


Searching his pockets for a smoke, Sol barked a laugh at the memory.

He didn't even remember the bounty's name anymore. Not like it mattered; he'd killed plenty of worthless people in his three lifetimes.

Sol took in his new surroundings slowly as he found a cigarette--his last, unfortunately--and lit it with the flame that appeared in his other hand. This place, this...Mithrik'en...reminded the dark-haired man quite a bit of that particular forest he'd entered during his bounty run. That, and the Grove, where'd he'd met the ge...the girl, Dizzy.

Grunting, he put the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply.

That's more like it.

Most of all, though, it reminded him of Japan.

Before it had been reduced to rubble, of course.

Trying to remember the year he'd visited the ill-fated country, Sol idly kicked a rock into the shallow stream before him, nodding in satisfaction as it skipped twice before being swept away by the gentle current.

As he turned from the stream, Sol thought he caught a glimpse of a dark figure hidden in the trees, but when he looked again it was gone.

Oh, just what I need.

He followed the stream further into the forest, for once enjoying the peace and quiet, something he'd never really had the opportunity to do in the past.

Hah. Just didn't fucking care about. Don't see why I should now.

Whatever he tried to tell himself, though, he knew that the Frederick from long ago was beginning to show himself.

And why not? He couldn't worry about the man and his cronies right now; being stuck on another world and all. He had nothing to do but wait for Daisetsu.

So, by Go--...so, he'd stop and smell the flowers, dammit. And no one could stop him.

And God can damn well kiss my ass.

Sol's relaxing stroll was cut short as a white-haired man in black stepped out from behind a tree, clutching his chest, a trail of blood in his wake.

Figures. Just had to ruin my vacation.

Reluctantly, the bounty hunter advanced toward the wounded man, who glanced at him nervously.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Name's Sol. That's a hell of a wound, there, kid."

"I am no child, infidel! I am Setsuna..."

Sol tuned out the man's tirade as quickly as he could. Oh great. An asshole...just like me.

****

Over to you, Lantis.

R-votes to Setsuna, Testament, Ky and Shizumaru

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Baka Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:24 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 3:3 - Still in the Dark

Chipp Zanuff. The most annoying ninja that ever existed. What was he doing here? Was he dragged along as well by the -

"Mr Zanuff! It is a surprise to see you here, of all places.. you got caught up in this mess as well?"

The ninja shrugged. "Hey, shit happens, y'know? Don't spose you've seen a red-haired Samurai kid around? Goes by the name of Shizumaru? No? Damn. Ah well, how are you, Ky?"

Ky stammered, trying to get a word in edgeways, then stopped to let the ninja finish. Finally, he replied. "I'm... I'm fine as always, Mr Zanuff. Why would I not be?"

"Well, I dunno, Kiske. Something about your eyes - ah, that's just me talkin'. I wonder where Shizu-kun is?"

"Ah.. I think I know the man you speak of. Maybe he is here in these baths somewhere?" Ky looked Chipp up and down - the ninja never changed. Chirpy, too full of energy. Never quite stopping for ai- "Maybe he went that way.. no, maybe that. Ah, crap. You sure you ain't seen him, Kiske?" Argh.. "No, Chipp. Maybe he's that way?"

"Naw, he ain't that way, I came from that way. So.. " Chipp plonked himself down on the rocks. "Who's yer friend?"

"Oh! Kakashi-san, this is Chipp-san. Chipp, Kakashi. You're both ninja." I hope you get on well and leave me al - no.. I must endure him..

"Ah!" Chipp moved round to sit by Kakashi. "What's that you're reading? Some ancient ninja tome? Manual of knowledge?" Kakashi proffered the book to Chipp. "It's a romance novel. I've nearly finished it."

"WHOA!" Chipp exclaimed, grabbing at the book. Ky sighed, and reached slowly for his coat and shoes. As he crept out of the room, Kakashi raised one hand to wave goodbye, still talking to Chipp. Ky grinned. It felt immoral to sneak away like that - and he really should have realised a ninja would spot him leaving...

Slipping his shoes back on, Ky folded his coat over his arm neatly and walked down the corridor. Under his overcoat, Ky wore his usual white trousers and a shoulder/sleeveless white top, designed to keep him cool, but give him full mobility of his arms in a fight.

The corridors of the hot springs building were mostly empty, but a noise caught Ky's attention - a low whistling tune, one Ky didn't recognise. Intrigued, he ducked his head around the door - and his eyes widened.

Lord Kalten...

Kalten. Of the four people running this 'tournament', Kalten and Ky had the least in common - but still, Ky felt connected somehow with this one. Besides, it was one step closer to Daisetsu..

"Ahem. Lord Kalten?"

The lord turned lazily, chewing on a cocktail stick which he pulled from his mouth to speak. "Yeah? What is it, can't ya see I'm trying to soak here?" He began to twirl the stick between his fingers, his eyebrows narrowing as he looked at Ky. "Ky, right? You're one of my guys."

"Your guys? I'm sorry, sir, I don't follow you." Ky shifted his feet uneasily, watching the lord.

"Yeah. Whole buncha people get brought here, I had to bring some of ya. I got you, I got that Tsung guy, couple of others, too. Can't say I hold with it that much myself, but hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta - BLASTED FLIES!" Kalten's hands moved in a flurry, swatting at the offending insect.

"Uh, sir.. may I enquire as to why we've been brought here?"

"You heard the man. Godhood and all that. Armies and stuff." Kalten grinned at this, a sick grin with no humour in it.

"Yes, but I'm an investigator, sir. There must be more to it than this - the pieces don't add up. Why were any of us in particular called?"

This got a response. Kalten pulled himself up, towel-clad, and turned to face Ky fully. Ky noticed with trepidation that the man was shaking - "Look, churchman, I've had it up to here with your incessant QUESTIONS! I don't give a shit about any other motives or suchlike. I'm not HERE for any of this shit, I'm just here to storm on over to Naclos and break it into tiny little pieces. You know what I'm gonna do to their precious church then? I'm gonna spit on the pieces and grind 'em into the dirt for what they did. Any more FUCKING questions?"

Ky took a step back, his lip trembling. "U-ug... pardon moi... Lord Kalten. I truly did not mean to offend you.. uh.. I'll leave.."

Kalten paled again, sagging slightly. "Geez. You just can't get the staff these days. You better get out, kid, before you piss me off anymore."

Bowing hesitantly, Ky backed out of the room and walked hurriedly down the corridor towards the exit. That man.. no.. he must have his reasons - but Ky could see he wouldn't be the right one for the information he sought. Daisetsu.. was the one he sought.

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R-vote to Sol (in kind..)


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Lantis Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:29 PM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Setsuna stared at the man who stood in front of him, and scanned him with his sight from head to feet. He looked pretty much like Vincent, except he had no cloak, and had a dangerous looking sword. He was smoking something, and had a cocky look in his eyes.

"So...what the hell do you want? Did you came here to mock me for my current state or what?"

"Hey, easy, tanned boy. I see you quite an ass kicking there...."

"The situation was definetly not in my favor..."

"Like hell it aint! This place is damn nuts! Ninja fuckers everywhere...I had to dispose myself of 4 of those black cloaked assholes back there a while ago. Bastards kept pestering me about a bounty...."

"Yes, there are prices on our heads, it seems...."

"Yeah, but they messed with THE bounty hunter to end 'em all. And I bet it's thanks to that Jun babe...man, I would HIT it, but she's a bitch. Too bad."

"Hit...it?"

"Yeah man, like...the Big Cheeze, the Freakzilla, the One-Eyed Giant...come on, boy! Don't tell me you haven't got laid yet?"

"Are you talking to me in riddles? Because I sure as hell don't get a word of what you're saying."

"Damn it, kid. You really need to stop that gloomy shit and wake up and sniff the roses...."

"Rather sniff that than what YOU are sniffing."

"Hey, that wasn't cool! Now, stick with me, and I'll teach you how to be cool and kickass at the same time!"

"I think this man might prove of some use", thinks Setsuna. "Maybe he can actually show me the true mystery of these filthy humans."

"So, um...wanna smoke?"

"Smoke?"

"Yeah, man, have a shot, for a change!"

Setsuna smoked a bit of Sol's cigarette. He appeared to swallow some smoke, but was passive to the effect. The smoke ended up coming out of his ears.

"Hah! Hey, that was pretty pimp...."

"You think?"

In that moment, 2 ninjas approahced, shaking.

"Ummm...are those the 2 ninja killing nuts?"

"Yes, reports declare they have killed quite a few of us...and the bounty has been doubled! This is our chance to attack unnoticed!"

Sol was handing over a cigarette to Setsuna when suddenly, a shuriken pierced the cigarette.

"Who the fuck!"

The 2 ninjas attacked, but Sol grabbed one of the ninjas without even looking, by the throat. He shoved his face towards the discarded cigarette.

"Look at what you did, fucker! That was my last goddamn smoke!"

"Errrggghhh..."

"Was THAT an excuse? Time for you to be LIT UP!"

Sol blows the hapless ninja away with a swing of his sword. Meanwhile, Setsuna was attacked by the other ninja, but quickly dispatched him by gutting him in no time.

"Man...that scrub was OWNED!"

"Owned?"

*sigh* "We have a lot of track to cover...."

---
1 A-Vote to Jun
1 R-Vote to Sol


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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:29 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

...Why in the hell did it take me a hour to get on SRK????

Anyway...


Rydia slowly walked away from the other warriors after hearing Daisetsu's speech, and headed towards the edge of the island. She allowed herself to kneel down and stare at the water, letting her thoughts drift to the conversation that she and Daisetsu shared a while ago...


***
"...And that's it, in a nutshell." Daisetsu said as he continued to help Rydia nurse her control over her new and mysterious powers, slowly transferring some of his aura to the summoner so that she could control that aspect of her powers. While the transferrence took place, The two had been talking for about the hour about why they were here, and the seriousness of Daisetsu's plight. Rydia could sympathize, but the pain of continuing to fight and kill were taking a toll on her.

"I see..."

"It doesn't sound like you're too happy about this."

"How can I? No matter what power you offer or how noble you make it sound, you are still asking us to kill people in the end?" As the pair floated during the transferrence, Daisetsu noticed that her aura started changing from red to a grayish-white color.

"I understand, but this is to save an entire world, a entire species of people. Surely that is worth the bloodshed, is it not?"

"......."

"If you agree, then why...?"

"Because it never ends!" Rydia's aura became a brilliant gray color which illuminated the jungle, but did nothing to hide the tears the were streaming from her eyes. I lost everything...my life, my mother...because someone wanted to impose their will on others. I had to spend my days in sadness, training myself to kill and hurt and destroy...and in the end, nothing really changed at all! There's always violence! There's always sadness! It never ends...M..mother..."

Rydia's aura repelled Daisetsu's power quite forcefully, the sheer power of the feedback almost knocked him down from the air. Rydia herself soon fell to the ground and crumpled herself into a ball, her sobbing almost incoherent. Daisetsu hugged her softly as he felt a pinge of guilt and remorse in his heart for the girl.

"Mother...don't leave me...please come back..."

"Listen...there are times where you just have to fight, Rydia. You are holding on to the pain of war too tightly. You have to believe that one day justice will prevail, that one day the fighting will end."

"I...I can't.."

"You must. What would've happened to your world if people didn't believe in the greater good? You yourself believed that once, or else you wouldn't have fought. You may think it was because of vengance, but deep down it was for the hope of justice."

"It wasn't...I was angry..."

"What would your mother say to you right now? Would she be proud of you for standing up for those who couldn't defend themselves? Would she be proud of you for not giving up even though you suffer hardships day in and day out?" Daisetsu moved a couple of strands of her hair to expose her face, which even though it was full of tears, her eyes seemed to agree. Her aura began to die down quite a bit as well.

"Yes, she would. I can feel it deep down that she would be proud."

"Good. Always hold on to that thoughout your life." Daisetsu said as he offered Rydia his hand and helped her up, wiping away her tears as she regained her composure. "Are you ready to continue the training?"

"Yes."

****


"She would be proud..." She thought as she picked herself up and headed towards the village, but still, there was a part of her that was unsure that there will be a better day in her world and in her life. She needed someone to talk to, someone who has been through the hardships that she has, but who...

Her eyes landed on the fighter who she somehow fought some time ago: Sol.

"Excuse me." Rydia said as she walked her way up to him. The warrior layed his right hand on the Fireseal and smirked at the summoner. "I need to ask you a question."

"Well, well kitty, do you really need another belly stratching? I doubt you'll enjoy it as much as last time."

"Sol, why do you fight?"



Exeter, don't know if you wanna follow up on this...but I'll make it worth your while if you do.

A-Vote to Shang Tsung
A-Vote to Dorrin
A-Vote to Jun

R-Vote to Daisetsu

Done for today, Buffy is coming on soon.


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quote:
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Not to mention the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:30 PM

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Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

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It deals you 3 A-Votes, but you and the target sponsor you used it on deal 3 A-Votes each with your next A-Vote.



Got it.

...wow, this move is ass now.


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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:32 PM

Superhero Sellout

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: a place where you are not

Captain's log. 04-22-03. 6:30pm
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Falcon, thoroughly relaxed from the hot springs, decided that he should get out now. Plus, he ph33red teh shrinkage of staying in water so long. So he climbed out and went to the dressing room, donning his ordinary suit again. Before leaving, Falcon felt obligated to do one more thing. He walked over to the mirror and posed, making sure he still had it, which, of course, he did. After flossing his teeth to assure maximum shininess, Falcon made his exit.

Unbeknownst to the Captain however, there was something in the locker, something... horrible...

'The precious... he took the precious with him... we must follow...'

Spankum began to give chase, but made one critical mistake, he locked himself inside the locker....

'Damn...'

Going atop a hillside, Falcon eyed something in the distance, ships... possibly with shipments... and representatives. It would be about twenty minutes before they came, so the Captain did what all self-respecting heroes would do, get endorsements while he waits. Upon his arrival at the city, he went to a teahouse.

'Ahh... tea... good for the body. Much healthier than Cola, and it tastes much better. Too bad there isn't as much money in it. Oh well, if it's all that is available...'

Falcon entered the teahouse and went over to the owner.

'Greetings. I am Captain Falcon, how much business would you say this teahouse gets on average?'

'Not much really, the sake houses tend to be more popular.'

'How would you like me to represent you? It will be worth your while, no one is a better spokesperson than I!'

'Hmmm... well, if it would help business... possibly...'

'Consider it done!'

'Chalk up another sponsorship for the Falcon!'

With this, Falcon went out to promote Mizuki Teahouse. Between aquiring the deal and walking from the hill to the town, the ships had enough time to arrive, Falcon went to check on them. He arrived, but these were no delivery ships, they were Pirate Ships! An invasion!

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Falcon now has an endorsement with Mizuki Teahouse.
PIRATES HAVE BEGUN THEIR INVASION

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The Damned Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:33 PM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Time to experiment with a new style of writing. Think of it has most similar to the comic book "style of writing":

King
Chapter 3: Memories That Ebb, Weaknesses That Flow
Section 2


Mithrik'en, West Most Island

Arriving on the barely average-sized, verdant island that was the west most island of Mithrik’en by way of an iron bridge, King slowed down her frantic running to a slightly quick jog. Finally way from all the bile-inducing architecture of the main islands, she felt that there was no need to keep running as she was well away from those things and couldn’t even see them any more. She also still felt a bit weak from the match against that… demon with her “teammate” Shang Tsung, who she had known for less than an hour and then only because he was about to die. She was still jogged as she began berating herself for her atrocious performance yesterday.

What the hell was I thinking? Starting off with such a futile and slovenly attack. I could have been killed on the recoil of that attack. Well, not killed… her thinking paused as she remembered that Daisetsu had said they couldn’t be killed. But most likely, I don’t think that immunizes me from being hideously maimed. Why did I think that any of my attacks would have an effect on that damned thing? Neither my Venom Strike nor my Mirage Kick worked. Hell, my fucking strongest technique didn’t even seem to be tickling it. How the hell could I contend with that thing or even Shang Tsung if he managed to kill it pretty much with medium effort after nearly being decapitated by that Testament guy? Geez…

King slowed down to a leisurely walk now, as the “realization” of her worth, or rather lack there of in her eyes, hit again like all those years ago.

“Well, it shouldn’t be surprising,” King coldly smiled to herself as she continued in a manly whisper, a lifeless glaze tainting her eyes. “You’ve always been so fucking useless.”

King’s movement completely halted the utterance of the word.

Useless. Useless. The thoughts came in her own natural, womanly voice.

Useless woman. Useless woman. The thoughts came in the masculine and strong voice of her male façade.

Useless! Useless! The thoughts formed as the bodiless voice as everyone she had met. Everyone that mattered to her: Ryo, Jan, Yuri, Kasumi, Ryuhaku, Robert, Mai, Xiangfei, Hinako. Hell, even Takuma and Rydia were “there”.

USELESS. USELESS. The thoughts cascaded upon her in the form of chant, with the voices of every audience she had fought in front. The Muay Thai audience. The King of Fighters audience. Even the arena audience from less than a day before. All cascaded upon pounding her with their aggregate chant, screaming it, yelling it. USELESS! USELESS! USELESS! USELESS! USEL…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” The scream erupted from the just about regularly sized island as if just been hit with an atomic bomb. All the fury of such a weapon still could not hope to match the fury of the woman who had yelled with all her rage, though only the birds, all of them fleeing as quickly as their wings could carry them, had truly heard her.

“I!”

SNAP! A nearby tree snapped in two as King unconsciously and uncaringly swung as vicious roundhouse at it.

“AM!”

RIP! A couple of more trees were stripped of the leaves and bark as she them as a living Tornado with her technique of the similar name.

“NOT!”

CRUNCH! Half a dozen more trees were broke into as they bore witness to the fury of a few blindly shot, fully-powered Double Strikes.

“USELESS!”

BOOM! King was blown backward into one of the trees that had survived her ferocious outbreaks behind her. She slumped to ground, unconscious. Before her, a whole row of trees had simply ceased to be. Obliterated. Stripped almost all the way to the coast.

***

Some time later…

King awoke. Or at least thought she did, as she all she could see was darkness. She felt the cold air press unusually close against her body. She felt something rocky behind her knees, and her legs went behind her. She also felt an unsettling pair of metal objects around her wrist, but she moaned as she suddenly realized the pain that her body was in.

“Uhgn…”

“Hey, boss!” She heard a voice say. It sounded as if it belonged a young, zealous teenage male. “She’s awake!”

She heard nothing. And then another voice, extremely close to her. Where were the footsteps?

“So I see. Good work, Shinzo,” an older male voice responded.

“Thank you, Genbu-sama,” the younger voice replied.

A quick breeze passed King’s face, and then a sharp pain registered as her duct tape blindfold was ripped from her face.

“Ow!” yelped King. As her vision was restored, she found herself looking about at about a dozen ninja, dressed in drab navy blue uniforms, ominously standing front of her, their eyes trained like daggers on her. Behind them was a door to the rather spacious room she is being held in.

“That better not have removed any of my eyelashes or eyebrows,” she sardonically uttered, not really caring but still angry from before.

“You,” the one whom she assumed was Genbu began authoritatively, their eyes locking together before he continued. “You have no right to make any demands. You, who have caused to destruction the island of Nemuyama, home of the Yuutokuno Clan. You have no right to make demands to the people to who your life is now indebted. You are in no position.

At the word position, a trio of snickers emanated from behind him before he turned around and shot them daggers; the snickers immediately stopped. At the word position, King looked down and saw a sight that made her blood boil even more: She had only her lavender bra and panties on.

“YOU BASTARD!” She blared, at irate her captors. “WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!”

Genbu turned away, going out the door with his men following behind him.

“ANSWER ME!”

Genbu still walked away, though it sounded like he whispered back “Like I said, no position.” just loud enough for her to hearl; the door was closed. Nevertheless, she drove her arms forward, wanting to grab Genbu and rip his still beating heart out before crushing it, but the steel manacles around the her wrist and the steel chains that they were attached to held her back.

Genbu, in the meanwhile, rolled a green marble-looking object behind his fingers. The only thing that distinguished the object from the normal marble was the storm inside it that flared, froze, broke, and then swirled again like a tornado.

Genbu chuckled to himself. “Ah two treasures today already.”

***

Meanwhile, else in Mithrik'en

Vincent Valentine vigorously checked all the pocket on his person in his search for his lost materia. However, he realized that he was missing more than one.

You have got to be kidding me...

It's your own fault Valentine. You should really watch out for helmeted freaks in towels, unless you're into that.

Shut up Chaos.

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Mini-game: Ninja Chess

Save King (cheesy chess reference that was aforementioned) from the Yuukotuno Clan of Ninja!

This clan is made of the pariahs of the main clan that is led by Jun's father. They have secluded themselves to the island of Nemuyama, an island that is the smallest in Mithrik'en. It has a verdant forest, or rather had ones thanks to King (), and a small mountain where the Ninja's base is. There is no obvious entrance of course, and therefore you will have to find yourway into it.

Once there, you have to fight through about the three dozen or so ninja, all of the minor rank of Genin. However, that doesn't make them any less dangerous, especially in "swarms". After that, you'll most likely have to fight Genbu himself, who was a high rank Chuunin, his speciality being illusions. And did I mention that there base is a warehouse full of stolen goods and explosives?

The first two people rescue King to get an R-Vote. She will be in the back room, only in her undergarments ( ), which are of course female since she is not that androgynous. She will be irate, embarassed, and most importantly homicidal. If you swoon over her or she has to escape on her own accord, let's just say she wouldn't be a happy potential deity.


Oh, and one more thing. K' is the possession of Vincent's Demi materia, while Genbu is the possession of Vincent's Contain materia. Have fun! And sorry that took so long.

You have until 6:15 P.M. PST.

EDIT: Why did I think that Chaos speaks in brown?


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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