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Slipstream Posted: 04-21-2003 , 12:50 PM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Yuri Hyuga II - Are You Not Entertained?

- bite snap rend take him down slice -

The dragon's soul echoed through Yuri's mind as he attacked, sharing every experience that the Russian did, always kept in check and waiting for the chance to take control. It didn't communicate as much as in words as ideas, a undercurrent of feeling and emotion that coloured Yuri's thoughts whenever he fused and stretched his sanity to breaking point. He didn't just take on the powers of the dragon; for the moment, he was the dragon he'd defeated months ago and fused with its soul.

And the dragon wanted his body back.

Yuri snarled as he shot forward after healing himself, darting across the stone with the lightning movements of cold-blooded reptiles. Dodging a fast bolt from the knight's sword, he kicked his legs down hard and leapt into the air for an overhead attack.

The Thunderseal met him coming; they hit the ground together, Yuri's claws lashing across the knight's chest as the electric sword tore across his legs. Digging claws into the ground, Yuri suddenly span, knocking the sword from Ky's grip with his tail.

Ky responded with a series of punches, knocking the dragon's limbs away as long claws rent his armour, then leapt into the air to get away from the Harmonixer. Concentrating briefly, Ky called on his wind magic, hurling himself backwards with an Air Dash to the edge of the arena.

As the knight hit the floor, grabbing at the hilt of the Thunderseal, Yuri blasted another bolt of water - not at Ky, but the ground beneath him. The holy knight bit back a curse and a cry of pain as the water hit the blade, sending a shockwave up his left arm, then the pain receeded as the blade's point left the ground and the puddle of water it had been in.

- teeth pain rage why won't you let me grind lash -

This time Ky made the attack; rushing forwards, Yuri blasted another jet of water at the moving figure, which shot harmlessly overhead as the knight dropped into a sliding attack. His momentum carried him across the arena floor, screeching to a halt and using the excess motion to slash at Yuri's legs.

The horizontal attack took Yuri's legs out from under him; crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs, he lashed out again with his tail but this time it cannoned into Ky's crouching form. The knight clutched at his chest as the blow rattled his ribcage, but regained his footing, slashing at Yuri again as the dragonian recovered.

The attack missed; seizing the opening in Ky's defense, Yuri pressed in and leapt upwards in a backwards somersault that seemed to mock Ky's style. First the hand-claws raked along Ky's arms, then the foot-claws dragged bloody trails up the knight's chest as he rose, finishing by smashing the heavy tail into his face.

- cry mind why my mind hate come for me death tears HATE -

Ky flew backwards, blood streaming from his nose as Yuri landed on all fours, then dug his sword into the ground and braced one foot against it. An instant later he leapt into the air, propelling himself off the blade's hilt and catching in it his hand as he rose upwards.

Yuri grinned, waiting for the chance to leap and catch Ky in midair, when he himself was blasted into the air by electric force. The stabbing tongues of lightning, propelled through the ground by Ky's sword, threw him upwards to meet Ky's vertical slash in midair. Caught between blade and bolt, Yuri was launched backwards and hammered into the ground a moment later.

- kill eat kill why don't you hurt maim give up to me return my soul my life -

"Grrrrrrrrrhhhhh..." Yuri hissed as the electric field ran through his body and lit up the pain in his wounds. He didn't have enough magic strength left to heal himself - he'd have to keep pressing his attacks. A moment later, he blasted another jet of water - not at Ky or his sword, but directly at the ground. The pressurised water splattered over Yuri's body, removing dirt and blood and sweat.

As Ky landed from his dual-directional attack, heavily sweating himself, Yuri's right fist clenched in front of his chest and his image blurred. Moments later there were five dragons in the arena, each identical, each truly identical as unlike before. Ky's heart sunk in his chest as the five reptiles, snapping and moving in unison, bared a toothy grin at him.

- eat him eat him protect our treasure life blood take his strength come come come -

"No sweat to give me away this time, pal! Here we come!" Yuri crowed as he charged alongside his illusory images, five snapping dragonians in a fluid stream of attacks. This time Ky contentrated, closed his eyes and thrust - and the sword passed harmlessly through one of the illusory images. Moments later the real Yuri leapt onto his unprotected body, slashing and biting and snarling.

The attacks tore into the holy knight's body, ripping it apart, his sword uselessly trapped between Yuri's tail and lower body. The Harmonixer could see the fear in Ky's eyes as he tried to deflect blows with his remaining hand, trying to push the dragon's weight away -

- attack attack mercy kill and scream and bleed blood dark blood finish now take his soul -

Pain suddenly hit him; both men screamed out as the Thunderseal jammed into the ground and burst into electric life. It was bad enough for a human, made of about seven tenths water; for a water elemental it was unbearable. Yuri was hurled backwards by an ungodly force as the electric blade lit up every pain centre in his body, the agony indescribable.

- closer closer recover harm and hurt/kill/maim you can take him i can take you take soon -

Ky was crouching on one knee, leaning on his sword, almost at the end of his strength. Yuri was little better off, lying flat on his back several feet away. Slowly, hissing in pain and rage and with eyes burning with hate, he rose again. He had no strength left for healing or water or illusions, but he still had his claws and tail.

- yes you can win fight to your end our end lose your strength slash him strike strike strike -

The dragon's mental voice was unstoppable now; unable to be blocked out from running through Yuri's mind. His attack wavered; no longer in a position to move, his mind froze up as the dragon attempted to wrench control away from him.

- fight fight fight snap taste blood slash soul grow die fail and fall and KILL and KILLandDIEDIEDIE-

"No!" Yuri yelled, at the edges of his sanity. "I'm not gonna let you take over me!"

As Ky watched, the man-dragon clutched at his head, much the same way as Yuri had done when taking on its form. The knight knew what was coming; this time, he raised his arm to block the light that burst from the man's body. Moments later the Russian had resumed his human form, staggering as he lowered his hands from his temples. He'd managed to pull back before the fusion had taken his sanity and control of his body.

But the look in his eyes was still wild.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhh!" Yuri yelled as he charged again. He couldn't attack at a distance as a human, and he couldn't defend himself that well from ranged attacks. He could have waited for Ky to attack him and countered, but that wouldn't work in this fight; he was the aggressor, Ky the defender, and neither was likely to take on the other's role.

Ky, however, had decided to end the fight.

The air seemed to shimmer red as the holy knight drew his blade in to his body, glowing with power, time frozen for the briefest of instants as Yuri moved forwards. He could see Ky drawing his blade back for a great thrust, balancing his body, driving the Thunderseal forwards as the great blade burst once more into electric death.

"SACRED EDGE!!!" Ky shouted, driving all his strength behind the thrust, pushing all his will into the attack.

The arrow of energy surrounding it was as great as a man was tall. The blade seemed unstoppable; Yuri knew he didn't have a chance in hell of blocking it if it hit him. The electric sword would pierce his body, his organs, bring instant death as they ruptured from the incredible heat of the lightning blade within his body. He threw himself down, low as he could, and as he dove the blade passed over his shoulders -

Yes! I avoided it -

Yuri suddenly screamed, crashing to the dirt as the second part of the attack went into effect. Even with the blade having missed, the vast electric current charged the air; thousands upon thousands of air particles suddenly glowed with energy. Lights exploded behind his eyes and a roaring noise thundered through his ears; his mind cried out in both physical and mental pain as the current took his consciousness from him.

Then he crashed backwards to the ground and knew no more.

---

(continued)


People like you. People who plan out every little detail of their lives.

You could never understand me.

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Slipstream Posted: 04-21-2003 , 12:57 PM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

The crowd had gone estatic as Ky made the finishing strike, the arena blazing with blue light, and Yuri had crashed to the ground to lay motionless upon his back. The endless wall of round echoed endless in his ears, still ringing from the Russian's constant blows to the head, his body torn and burned and bleeding.

Slowly, rising from the crouch that he'd slumped into, Ky began to crawl across the ground to his downed opponent. Ignoring the cries of the bloodthirsty spectators as they called for Yuri's death. His once-white robes, greyed and bloodied from his battles, trailed the ground as the holy knight moved forward one pace at a time.

I... must save this man... it is not my place to settle his fate... no matter who his soul belongs to...

Removing a glove and pressing it to Yuri's neck, wincing at the sight of the Russian's face and chest, Ky pressed two fingers to his neck. For a prolongued, terrible moment, he thought he had done the unthinkable - killed another man with his greatest technique, only intended for use against the Gears.

Please, Lord... let him live... I ask only for your mercy...

Then, whether by luck or by prayer, Ky felt the slow beat of his pulse beneath his fingers. He was still alive and it looked like he would recover, given time and a chance to heal. Turning his head, looking up to the booth that held the arena master, his eyes held a silent appeal as Ky requested that he be allowed to spare the man's life. His voice, dry and thick, called across the arena in a plea of mercy.

The smile that lit the man's face was unmistakable. Slowly, holding his hand outwards, he unfolded it with the thumb facing downwards.

You... even though this man could be saved, although he fought so magnificently... you wish me to end his life?

The roar of the crowd was even larger than before; the arena overflowed with the yells of the bloodthirsty and the few opposing cries of those who did not wish to see his death. A low thunder began to vibrate through the floor as the clapping and stamping began, building to a crescendo as almost everyone joined the beat.

You bastards!

Ky screamed in rage as he suddenly stood, channeling his fury into the Thunderseal, then swung the blade in an arc directly at the grand box. The Heavy Stun Edge ripped through the air, crackling with power, and screams of fear were heard from the box.

It smashed into the box moments after it has been vacated; the heat made those nearby burst into sweat as banners lit up in flame and wood smouldered from the lighting strike. The wooden columns supporting the canvas roof charred, then split, then collapsed as the roof of the master's box fell in on the room. The air charge inside the small room crackled with sound in the aftermath of the strike.

"IS NOT THE FIGHT ENOUGH?!?" Ky shouted at the crowd, angry beyond belief at the lowness of humanity. "WHAT MORE SATISFACTION CAN HIS DEATH BRING YOU?!?"

His eyes blazed; several members of the crowd were already trying to leave in case the manic knight chose to attack them next with his bolts of power. Already he could see the arena tenders trying to approach, to take Yuri's prone body, but another wave of the Thunderseal made them jump in fear and stop dead in their tracks.

I must tend to him. Although I cannot stay with him - I have to find those responsible for bringing us here - I can take him to a quiet place in the city. Somewhere he can heal. Somewhere he can think over his mistakes and his soul, and what he would do with it.

Slowly, Ky crouched again, bending to the ground and dropping his blade. Lifting Yuri's prone body over his right shoulder, lifting the Thunderseal again with his left as he rose, Ky walked from from the arena with a shocked silence trailing in his wake.

The gate guards dared not stop as he walked out into the city, bearing his burden of fellow man on his shoulders, and he walked away from death and destruction and into the evening lights. He would find out why they had been brought into this world, why they were being made to fight, and if it was as much for the entertainment of others as the arena had been.

Lord, please watch over him, for I cannot.

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R-Vote to Ky Kiske, 'cos I'm nice like that.

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Luna Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:06 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

*stumbles in* I feel like hell. x.x Oh, and I hate Easter.

Just gonna FOCUS right now, and dump an R-Vote on Kalten. *yawns*

Edit: Oh yeah, and an A-Vote to Kite. ;_; Sowwy, Nif. *huggles* Wish you could be around more....


Go to the light
Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite
Ikutsu no yo ake mo koeteku
Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:15 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

All of a sudden the world around her turned white, and in a sudden Rydia found herself in a new city. It was more urban and peaceful looking than the last one, and certainly more beautiful.

"What is going on here?" a little annoyed by the inconsistent nature of the worlds, and even more annoyed of being thrown from her friends, she sought a explation from the warrior who was mostly responsible. She found him, who they called Daisetsu, fighting with a guy she recognized as Sol Badguy, as the two were struggling against themselves and each other as they were wrapped in a blaze of fire...

Fire...

Fire...

The living flames danced and encircled the pair, and Rydia became hypnotized by the heat as her head pounded and her heart rate increased ten fold. The dance took over her body as she crouched down on all fours, and a snarl formed in her face as the faint aura of fire formed around her body and her mouth. Primal instinct suddenly destroyed all natural thought, as only a single thought survived in her mind.

Protect...Daisetsu


And then she leapt into action, springing forth like a starving lion hunting a rabbit.

GGGRRROOOOWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!!

"What the...?" Sol was so focused on defeating Daisetsu that he couldn't evade Rydia's swipe with her hand. The attack left four semi-deep cuts in his armor, cuts that would've been life threatening had he not been wearing it. Rydia landed from the attack and stood on all fours, her fiery aura raging forth and surrounding her body.

"So, little kitty want's to play, huh?" Sol grinned at Rydia as he redirected the Fireseal at the intruder. "Well come and get it."


Rydia is using Focus

R-Vote to Daisetsu
A-Vote to Sol


...It may be time for some explanations...


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


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

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

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

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:21 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto II + Mirabile Visu + Living Sin

'Brother...'

She only thought it, but it echoed off the dank walls of her cell. Alma sat alone, cold and sick against the far wall of the abandoned altar room, where she'd spent so many nights already. Alma looked forlornly at the discarded, ashen tables where candles and scriptures might once have been laid. Riovanes...such a beautiful castle, and it had once hosted such a lovely chapel. Now abandoned for this...

Alma rubbed at her eyes sleepily, wishing again that there were at least a pillow in this miserable little cell. It was a huge room, broad and full of space, but that only made it seem all the more lonely- all the more quiet. Her neck ached from sleeping against the one broad step in the chapel, but she wouldn't be able to sleep on those tables, either. She sighed, burying her face in her knees. It looked like she'd be curling up like some discarded doll again, and maybe wake up to some meager bread and water.

'Was it just a month ago that I was waking up to Tim's cooking? Hearing Charene snoring so meekly besides me, hearing Ramza call my name...?'

Her lips curved into a bit of a smile. It had only been a month ago- month and a half, maybe. Down they'd passed, through Zeklaus Desert and into the Dorter Hills...and oh, that had been perfect. Joining up with Ramza and his soldiers- Ramza and his friends. Agrias, loyal and powerful, yet gentle. Deruta, wild and crass, but fearless. Charene, sultry and silent, but loving. Alicia and Lavian, unswerving and true. Tim, scarred and distant, but warm and trustworthy. Mustadio, stubborn and uncertain, but cunning and keen. All of the others, faithful to the end.

And Ramza.

The happiest days of her life, they were- it hadn't lasted long, but those were the days she valued most. For just that amount of time, she'd lived her dream, and travelled with Ramza on the next great adventure. Often, Alma felt she could live out the rest of her days like that, running and laughing with all of them, under the proud face of heaven.

'I shouldn't think of such things,' Alma thought. 'A cleric doesn't look for adventure, for excitement...but, as long as Ramza was around, anything was an adventure.' She scuffed her shoes on the floor, tucking a lock of hair over her ear. 'Are you okay, Ramza? Are you eating well, are you resting up? Aren't these the same questions I asked you back then?'

She sighed. Yanked out of those pipe dreams by the trembling hand of a Knight Blade- of Izlude Tingel. And Simon...dear, old Simon- he'd suffered such a terrible wound. Her heart wrenched to think that he hadn't survived, that the old man had already breathed his last...

Alma rubbed her temples. It seemed like everyone around her was starting to move away... 'Or, perhaps it's not that they're moving away. Maybe I'm so weak as to be the only one standing still.'

A sobering thought. She brought her head closer to her knees, deciding to get some rest-

"Freeze! Free- oh God almig- aaaaaaaaaaagggh!"

Alma's head shot back up, her eyes darting to the door. She heard the curses and the screams first, but then swords- the sounds of battle! It sounded like swords were swinging, clashing against metal. That was alarming enough, but then came a sound that chilled Alma's blood as surely as though rendering it to ground ice in her veins. It was the sound of...

...of flesh being ripped open.

'skin so fine so fine to tear so fine to plait so fine to strip-'

The whisper was at her ear, and Alma bounded upright, as though she'd been shoved. She kept her eyes on the door, shivering all over as the echo faded in her head. Yet still she heard the awful, wet clamor- of mushy blows landing, of swords being snapped in two. She heard a splatter that could only be blood washing over the walls, and war cries, shouting the names of fallen comrades- and then dying into screams. Alma put her hands to her lips, her eyes growing wider. For a moment, she could see it all in her mind's eye. A massacre, leaving what had to be dozens hurt and dying outside. And above it all, that awful, awful sound of a human body being ripped and rended...

Silence. Then, the doorknob turned.

'oh God oh God lend me your strength'

Alma couldn't have stepped back if she'd wanted to. She stood still as the door burst open, her hands at the ready- stopped. It was a Riovanes knight, blonde and armored in the red cape of his order. In fact, most of his armor was red, she'd just noticed- paused again. That armor wasn't supposed to be red, it was supposed to be bronze, or golden.

It dawned on her just before he fell to his knees. Alma's eyes widened even further, her mouth opening in a silent "oh" as his slump bared the huge foursome of gashes punched through his powerful breastplate. The knight's swollen eyes locked with hers for a moment, and then he sighed, as if tired of it all, and collapsed upon the single step before her.

"Oh...no, no!" Alma rushed over immediately, her heart pounding with panic. She skidded to a halt at his side, and her hands immediately went to his shoulders. He croaked feebly, looking up at her, and her heart broke in two. His wounds were grievous, and they looked painful. Blood oozed from a deep cut in his forehead, and dark red rivulets streamed down the corners of his cracked lips. His sword, a blade of Platinum, was cracked in two, held in a wrist that twisted the other way. His eyes were swollen, bruised-looking...and the gashes in his chest...

'Like he was attacked by a wild animal- a lion, or a minotaur...but, the claw marks themselves...they're not bleeding.' A bit of her Chemist self stemmed in, and she realized she was looking at cauterized wounds. She could hear the flesh sizzling under his armor, and knew it was probably swollen and red- maddeningly painful. It was as if the claws that had cut him were red-hot, but at such temperature, they would melt, wouldn't they? It was impossible...

"What an awful wound," Alma whispered, reaching down to touch the armor-

-only to find it grabbed in a shaking, but iron grip. She looked at the knight, and saw him staring at her with such pain- like an infant looking at his mother after a shot, wanting comfort because the pain was too much to bear. Alma felt tears welling up in her eyes, and squeezed his hand firmly, pulling it against her chest. "Oh..."

"U...ugh..." he wheezed, his throat gurgling. "help...Th...that...monster..."

"C...come on!" Alma said, gripping his arm tightly. "I-I can help you! Just tell me where my staff is- I can heal-"

The knight's gaze softened a little, his pupils glazing over- like a sky that was fast becoming cloudy. "R...run," he whispered. "It's...dangerous..."

"No- no, wai...wait..." Alma trailed off, her words becoming all the more quiet, as the knight spit up a terribly large amount of blood. She felt it flick against her cheeks, but the worst pain came when his head fell back against the step. He still looked like a poor, hurt child when he died.

She squeezed his hand, and laid it to rest over his armor. The lump in her throat was too great for her to swallow, so she let her tears flow. They carved rivulets down her cheeks as she clasped her hands together, bowing her head in prayer. 'Let him find the peace he deserves, now, in eternal paradise...please...' Alma choked on that thought, and she pressed her hands back to the knight's still body. This was a nightmare...

Something ran past her door, outside. Again there was the clash of a sword, down the hall, and then a cry of alarm- and a noise that froze her tears. It was like a scream, or a roar, but in a million years, she could never do it justice with mere description. It was like a howl, a bloodthirsty howl of primal rage and lonely anguish...

Alma looked at the open doorway, slowly standing from the fallen knight's side. She stepped forward, and peered at the door itself. It was smeared with the knight's blood, but outside was only darkness. She couldn't even see the wall of the hallway across from her, but she heard the sounds coming from close by. The sounds of battle, and that horrible, unearthly scream that still echoed all the way through. Heavy footsteps followed, and she knew that stepping out into those deathly halls, she would find no light to greet her.

With the very slightest of hesitation, she walked into it.


---

So it was that even the Silver Noble- the 'Silver Ogre', as he had been known- bent the knee to her. Alma felt a thousand cold fingers stroking her body when those gray irises turned to her, as though reflected in them she could see all the eyes of those his dread sword had ever taken. Yet it was those irises that convinced her that it was no Ogre she stared at, nor the noble patriot who with the sword and the shield had united his kingdom. The man that had made Limberry...it was not him that bowed to her.

"Marquis..." Alma's fingers found her lips, as though she were staring at that dead, black doorway again. "Marquis Elmdor, no...you were freed, weren't you?"


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:26 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

"Alma-san!" Shizumaru rushed at them again, his heart pounding viciously. He drew the nodachi again, his educated legs pumping across the ravaged floorboards. Elmdor's fist came up from his katana, already charging energy-

"Stop! Shizumaru!"

The young samurai skidded to a halt at Alma's voice. Her hand stayed Elmdor's, her fingers weak and trembling around his wrist- and yet his fist parted into a palm, as though brought to a dead halt.

"Please, don't come any closer..." Alma grit her teeth, her eyes falling to the corner of Elmdor's mouth, where a small petal of blood clung to his pale flesh. She glanced fleetingly to Shizumaru, to Mature, to Mint and to Maya, to Ouji Heisa and his rising monks- and bent the knee down beside Elmdor, still gripping his wrist. She clutched her staff, then tightened all her muscles, focusing on what had been taught-

"Saaaa!"

Her body wracked with energy that blossomed between them, the chakra burst encompassing both her essence- and Elmdor's. In an instant so fast as to be registered only by immortal eyes, a bright blue oval expanded and shrunk between them- and then it turned black. It disappeared, but as the power sunk into Elmdor, and the blood on his smirking lip caked and faded away...and then appeared on her own lip, Alma knew.

"Dic mihi nominis tuus," she whispered.

Elmdor's head craned forward at an even deeper angle, the words almost begging to come from his lips. "Angelus Mortis...filium abyssum."

mm shh shh soul body body harken son of Hell...the Angel of Death. I thought I would never see you again.

The voice was there, against her ear, and echoed in her mind.

...the spell...didn't fail.

"Nngh..." Alma turned her head away, clasping her hand to her forehead. "I'm...I'm not your King..."

The time of Kings has long passed- now you are a Queen, a Queen of the Eclipse! Crowned with the seven falling stars, riding the great red dragon, drinking the blood of the martyrs!

"I..." Alma leaned on her staff, stumbling back. "It can't...be...you were all killed..."

"Most everyone has died," Elmdor murmured. "Even I have. There are very few who haven't. You are one of them. That is why..."

...that is why she could not let go of me. Alma shut her eyes, feeling drained even from the pitifully small amount of chakra she'd just given out. She coughed, the blood at the corner of her lips darkening, and fell back to her knees, gripping her staff. "This was never supposed...never supposed to happen," she croaked. "Humanity- people were always supposed to be safe from you, just as long as they believed..."

Elmdor shook his head, his eyes still the color of stormclouds. "What was that old saying?" he said, in a mocking echo of an even more mocking voice she'd heard once before. "A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies."

my apostle he who flies above mortality with me so better than I'd ever hoped!

Alma's bowed head shook as though it were hollow, caught in a stray breeze. "...so that's it," she said, shivering. "I guess...one among you had to find me, sooner or later. I just..." She coughed, rubbing at eyes that were suddenly all too heavy. "I just dreamed I saw you die...and you went to your para...paradi..."

She caught Shizumaru's panicked eyes on her, just before she started to fall-

-and the wall, like the door in her memories, crashed and filled with opaque darkness.

"What the-" Ouji Heisa's voice was drowned out by the roar of a wild beast, a roar that stabbed into Alma's heart with bleak familiarity. She turned her head back up, the effort almost more than she could handle, and followed the gazes of all eyes that had suddenly turned on the wall. She looked there, where the monk Genzo lay writhing- and wanted to turn away again. There were three little squirming demons there, hunched over and with sickly flesh- the color of carrion. They squealed hoarsely, their eyes darting about as they waddled in. One among them was badly wounded, looking as though some swordsman had taken a grim liking to it, but all of them still stood...

Stood...behind what could only be an Ultima Demon.

It was seven feet tall, its body scaled and then given flesh- the scales on its back were the color of lips far too chilled, while its abnormally muscled front shared the sickly, light sallow color of its Apanda kin. Its horns curled behind its broad head, and in one hand it held some twisted, heavy sword that looked more like a rusty saw than a blade. It was well-bloodied, and Alma could only imagine what these devils of the dark had done outside...

Immortal Rofocale and the Three Misers...surely you remember them from those silly 'holy books', Alma?

"Be silent! Altima!!"

Alma's scream turned the devils' eyes on her. She ground her hand against her temple, already bolting upright. "Get...get out! I willl make you get out-"

A flutter, and then she was scooped up. Elmdor's eyes flashed, then- the boy, Shizumaru Hisame! He had sneaked in and grabbed her by the waist, and now he ran with her in tow, one arm around her body and the other gripping his sheathed nodachi. He did not look over his shoulder, but Alma did, her eyes locking with Elmdor's for a quiet moment that seemed to stretch out over the growing distance between them-

-then, for just a second, turned bloodshot.

Give aid, sate the bloodthirst- the blood of six must fall! Reap the souls of six, shadow on the moon- Angel of Death!

Shizumaru noticed nothing, yelling only "run!" to the monks and his companions, as Rofocale and his three Apandas swarmed into the room.

Elmdor only clasped his Koutetsu tighter, his silver hair caught in an unfelt breeze.

Six must fall in your name...Altima-King.

---

There are now three Apandas and one Ultima Demon named Rofocale in the Oujin Brotherhood Dojo, hunting for Alma. The Apandas can only cast poisonous magic, but the Ultima Demon is particularly strong, and can cast all manner of black magic- particularly, Ulmaguest, Nanoflare, and the all-powerful Ultima spell. Whoever manages to kill Rofocale by the end of the round, though, gets an Allay. ^^

Oro, in the earlier rounds it's so hard to pick my 'targets'- especially when you're Alma Beoulve. XD Tossing a few out- consider these and the earlier votes the results of Apandas and an Ultima Demon rampaging through the city.

1 A-Vote to Kite
1 A-Vote to Kyosuke

Sorry to hear that, Nif. ;_; Agh, I wish I had more R-Votes to give out, everybody's doing so damn well!


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m121akuma Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:46 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

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

*OOC*Well, plenty of people have posted, and no one has answered. What's the link, Bowling Pin? Does it have anything to do with Misato, Asuka, and Shinji living together? Just a random guess, I've never seen married with children*OOC*

Tingle: Who the fuck are you? Where's Joe?!?!

Dan: Aw man, where'd this fucker come from?

Tingle turned toward Dan.

Tingle: You know this bitch?

Kyo spat.

Kyo: Who do you think you are, you little green bastard?

Dan: His name's Kyo Kusanagi. He's a supposed "champion fighter". Though last I checked he was trying to be some sissy ass dancer in Detroit.

Kyo: Shut up!! How dare you mock my dreams like that? Dancing can be very masculine, for your information.

Tingle: Ah, you're a man's man, huh?

Kyo: Look who's talking, with you in that green spandex.

Tingle: Don't hate on the fairy getup.

Kyo: Whatever. I have more important things to take care of.

Kyo runs out of the bar.

Dan: Cmon guys. Let's tail his ass. My guess is, he knows where Joe is.


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Amethyst Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:48 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

That aura... Again... Marquis Elmdor is near that girl... This can't be good.

The oddness in both of them... it's practically the same!

Gotta protect her...

Gotta hope I have the coordinates right... GATE


The sensation of passing from point A to point B without crossing the distance between passed, and he took in the scene as quickly as he could... and paused in shock.

Elmdor, Shizumaru, Mint...

Bad time for a reunion.

Can't pick and choose, you know.


No one had noticed him yet, so he did the first thing that came to mind. Sliding one foot backwards, he cupped one hand at waist level, dipping the other hand into it as if drawing from a deck of cards. A rectangle of blue fire appeared in the grasping hand, and he flicked it forward and up. The mystical pasteboard shattered as it hit the ceiling, shards of light dropping and surrounding Amethyst, Shizumaru, and Alma. The shards swirled for a moment, then formed a heater-shaped plane of force in front of them.

Card Eidolon Shield... Dropping his mind into a mage's ready state, he awaited the next move.

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Woohoo! A target for A-votes! Err, I mean, sorry you're so busy, Nif... ¬_¬

A-votes to:
Kite
AirMan
Kuma
(Yo, where's SH?)

1 R-vote, 1 Ability remaining.

Oh, and as much as I'd love to be more involved in the big dojo rave party, I'm afraid I'll need to be off for a while, as my mother is now leaning on my shoulder, pestering me so she can blog. Yes, mother on my shoulder, I mean you. Anyway, Amethyst would probably be mostly about protecting Alma, Shizu, or any remaining monks in the dojo, tossing an Energy Chain or Saber spell at Elmdor occasionally. Note that those spells can both be blocked.

Mage's Vocabulary Lesson: A "heater shield" is the proper term for a classical flat-topped, rounded-bottom shield, commonly favored by knights and their ilk. As opposed to a buckler or other type of shield.

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Lantis Posted: 04-21-2003 , 02:27 PM

Death roams next door

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

Setsuna began to grow crazy from all tha pain racking through his body. He was not going to take it anymore, and his mind was soon clouded with rage. His fingers tingled with fury...and his eyes burned with a passion for death. As soon as Setsuna was beginning to experiment utter madness, another metal gate rised, and out came several wild beasts...diabolical wild beasts, at that. They had the shape of panthers...but had the wildness of demons. They kept growling and roaring, and the crowd loved it. One of them spotted Setsuna, hissed a bit, and then rushed at Setsuna with a rampage.

Even though the beast managed to get ahold of Setsuna's left arm, Setsuna was merely fazed by the attack. Calmly, he grabbed the beast by the neck, and hoisted it into the air, feeling the skin and bone crush before his bloody hand. In a second, Setsuna ripped one of the beast's eyes out with his other hand, and then proceeded to gut him alive with his sword.

The madness in Setsuna's eyes, emerging from pain, had gotten the best of him. The arena is no longer a safe place.....

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1 A-Vote to Kite (I know it has nothing to do, but it was asked, so...)

1 A-Vote and 1 R-Vote left.


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

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

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

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Krizak Posted: 04-21-2003 , 02:41 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Phase Two (Planning): Mojo in the Dojo!

The mirrors that remained unbroken on the wall of the dojo reflected the chaos that now occurred within. As Shizumaru ran with Alma in his arms, the demons gave chase, mowing through the monks that valiantly tried to stand in their way. At the same time, the Marquis Elmdor drew his blade once again and faced the others. "Six of you shall fall, but for a greater cause. Altima-King shall walk this world once more!" As a man possessed, he threw himself towards the closest one, the young girl with red hair.

"Ahh!" Mint barely managed to block the blade as it came across her torso, and the tip of the katana still caught her arm. "You [expletive]! That hurt a lot!" She swung her left ring in a wide arc, aiming high on the samauri's torso, but the blow was blocked by his katana. A swing from her right was also blocked, but not by the blade; Mint gasped as the silver-haired swordsman managed to grab the ring in mid-swing. Stars flared before her eyes as he punched her with his other hand, causing her to stagger back in pain.

Sparks flew as the samauri suddenly blocked four bullets that had been fired by Maya's twin pink handguns, and he charged at her, only to be blasted into a wall by a fiery spell from Amethyst. Shrugging off the blast, he leapt up and slammed his fist into the ground. "Earth Slash!" he cried, and once again green waves of energy ripped through the floor of the dojo, throwing his opposition in all directions and finally striking Amethyst with a force equal to a hundred kicks. The purple-suited mage was thrown back into one of the mirrors, shattering it with a sound that was almost musical.

Mint staggered to her feet, only to find one of the Apandas standing before her. With a sound that resembled both a giggle and a growl, the creature raised it's vicious claws and struck down, catching Mint's stomach as she tried to jump out of the way. "Agh! Stupid demons! Red, Circle, Delta!" Three balls of flame appeared before Mint and shot towards the demon, striking simultaneously to create a great explosion. As the smoke cleared, though, the Apanda stood there giggling. Pouncing on her, it knocked her to the ground and leaned over her, teeth gleaming with saliva.

The young princess flinched as a large hole suddenly appeared on both sides of the Apanda's head, green blood splattering on the floor. It fell on top of Mint as it died, a faint gurgle escaping it's lips. With a great effort, the red-haired mage pushed the demon's heavy corpse off of her body, and then looked up to see Vincent in the shadows, his gun still smoking.

With a quick nod of thanks to her savior, Mint looked around and found Elmdor fighting against Mature. Despite her prowness, the martial artist was quickly losing against the demon-possessed man, and she bore several cuts from her fight. Ducking under one of Elmdor's slashes, she tried to sweep the man's feet from under him, but the samauri quickly jumped over her and delivered his own kick to her back, sending her sprawling. Raising his sword for the killing blow, he cried, "Your blood shall be the first to sate the need of the Bloody Angel!"

"Gold! Super! Golden Binds!" Golden tendrils shot out of the floor at Elmdor's feet, looping around his body and limbs and then growing taut, seizing his movement.

"What in the name of Altima-King...?" The Silver Ogre's words were interuptted as a swift dropkick struck him in the back, knocking him out of the golden energy that bound him and to the floor. Quickly, he rose up and turned to face his attacker. "You! You dare to attack the Angel of Death?"

Mint smirked at the man's remark. "Some angel of death you are. I don't think you've yet to kill a single person in this room." She raised her rings in a fighting stance. "And you're not going to get a chance! Not with the great Princess Mint around!"

The silver-haired samauri growled. "Those words shall be your last."

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1 A-Vote to Kite
(A shame to see you go, Nif.)

1 R-Vote to Vincent
(Tall, dark and handsome saves the day again.)

New Spell Revealed!
Golden Binds - Gold/Super - Golden strands of energy burst from the ground below Mint's target and bind them tightly, restricting their movement.

Mint - 5 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability Unused
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:22 PM

K' -- KOF

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

K’ woke up and yawned. Feeling rather groggy and disoriented he stood up to get a drink of water in the nearby kitchen. He took a glass cup out of the cabinet, and filled it with tap water from the sink. After guzzling it down, he threw the cup aside and proceeded to stretch. He had interlocked his fingers and extended his arms outward, letting out another yawn. K’ looked around and found himself in the small hotel room which he had paid for the night before. Surrounding his bed were 12 to 15 empty bottles of alcohol lying on the ground. ‘No wonder I feel like crap right now. And, what the hell did I do last night anyway?’

He didn’t bother cleaning them up and decided to head out. He grabbed his black jacket from the closet and opened the door that led to hallway. K’ stopped midway in his action and found a note attached to the door. Written on the note in neat, cursive handwriting was: “Left early without you. I’ll see you sometime soon.” It was signed by King.

K’ ran his hand through his hair puzzled at the fact he still couldn’t remember a thing that had happened yesterday night. He sighed and decided to just shrug it off, disregarding it, and left the room. He entered the elevator that was at the end of the hallway and pushed the button marked for the first floor. It was the type of elevator that had a window pane on the opposite end as a means to display the outskirts of the large city. K’ was on the sixteenth floor and decided to take a look outside. It was an enormous city, much larger than he had expected. It consisted of several major dojos, restaurants, stores, and numerous other buildings that lined the expansive metropolitan. The elevator stopped with a chime, signaling that it had reached the first floor. Before he left, however, something caught K’’s eye. He saw a small section of a particular area in which smoke was emanating from a large structure; it seemed like the Oujin Brotherhood Dojo that someone had pointed out to him earlier last night. It was quite close to the hotel that K’ was currently occupying. “Fire?” K’ said to himself questioningly.

He noticed that shards of wood and glass were surrounding the area. Not to mention the fact that the area was completely vacant—people had fled from something that was evidently causing a lot of destruction. “I wonder with Daisetsu will think of this. He was already peeved last time with all the chaos we caused in San’Tar.” K’ said to himself with a grin. Without waiting any longer, K’ finally left the hotel and headed towards the dojo.

K’ shoved his way through the crowd of people who were going through their daily morning routine in the city. He noticed that some of the civilians were even running, clearly away from the Oujin Brotherhood Dojo. After getting hit over the head with a purse as heavy as concrete from an old woman, being smacked in the face by a woman (from tripping and landing on her… ahem… chest area), and getting kicked in the shins from several annoying brats, K’ finally reached the dojo. He was somewhat disheveled, but before he could even think of straightening himself up a colossal, massive beast breached through the entrance way of the dojo. Shards of wood that had been discharged from the shattered doorway left a small number of cuts on his face. It looked like an ogre; actually it seemed more similar to a troll. K’ snickered and took a fighting stance. ‘Now this is the reason I came to this god damn world in the first place.’

However, before he could even lay a hand on the creature, a girl with pink, rosy hair stepped in. She had oversized shoes that matched the color of her hair, and was outfitted in petite blue clothing. She advanced several steps toward the behemoth in an adorable and charming manner. The creature, seemingly dumbfounded and perplexed, grunted. Mint winked and with two silver bladed rings, executed an upward slash. It decapitated the monster—jade-colored blood streamed down from the beast as it fell to the ground. “Looks are deceiving.” the girl said with a small giggle. “As for you,” she said directly to K’, “My name is Mint.”

A sweatdrop formed on K’’s head. He was somewhat stunned, but quickly regained his composure. “Okay then… Let me introduce myself. Name’s K’.”

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Luna Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:44 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

"What in the nine blazing hells is going on there?" Opera stared at the door of the Oujin Brotherhood dojo. "That doesn't sound like normal training to me...."

I don't know a whole hell of a lot about martial arts - heck, everything I know, I know from watching Rena in battle, and she's more of a healer than a fighter anyway - but I know that normal training does not, and should not, sound like that. That sounds way too intense and....real. It sounds....

....

Oh shit. It sounds like Fun City when the Wise Men attacked. Something is definitely not right in there. My instincts are telling me to run to the nearest bar, if one even exists here, but....

....Damn my stupid concious.


Sighing deeply, Opera readied the Kaleidoscope for battle and strode towards the door. Her hand shook a bit as she reached for the doorway, and she hesitated. There was no telling what the hell was in there, and what it could do to her. The thought of heading in there blind made her insides freeze up. Going into a battle prepared was one thing....entering a situation like this was quite another.

....

Eh....what the hell? Might as well see if I can handle myself alone without the others backing me up. Steeling herself, Opera flung the door open, praying to whatever deity might exist that she wouldn't meet her doom within mere seconds of entering the fray.

"....fuck!" Opera ducked and dove narrowly out of reach of the jagged claws of an Apanda, aimed directly at her head. It snarled and turned to face its escaped prey, and Opera smiled grimly at it.

"Nice try, handsome, but I don't think so. I'm not in the mood to become skish kebab." Flicking a switch on the Kaleidoscope, she aimed at the beast's head. "Let's cool you off, shall we? Cold Wind!" She pulled the trigger, and ice blue energy erupted from the rifle's barrel. As it reached the demon, it seemed to crystallize, and several razor-sharp shards of ice sliced their way into the beast's flesh. Opera waited, holding her breath, but her attack only served to damage and anger the beast. Letting out a wild howl of fury, it charged again at her.

"Shit!" Opera dodged out of the way, her escape even more narrow this time. "So, you want it rougher, big boy? Well, I can deliver." Her golden eyes narrowed as she made another adjustment to the Kaleidscope. "This is going to be better for me than it is for you, I assure you." Her fingers tightened around the trigger as she prepared to let loose. "FOL!"

Her cry was promptly drowned out by the noise of five enormous orbs of white energy bursting forth from the barrel of her gun and heading straight for the Apanda. Sensing some -- considerable, really - danger in this new attack, it moved out of the line of fire as quickly as it was able to and headed for the gunslinging blonde, intending to put an end to her here and now, before she could do anything else.

....only to be slammed from behind by the very energy balls it had sought to avoid. Opera smirked in relief and satisfaction as it howled in agony and toppled to the floor, yards from her high-heeled feet. Striding forward, she gave one of its muscled arms a hard kick.

"Lesson of the day, buddy: don't mess with a lady who has a homing attack." Sighing, she wiped some sweat off her brow, just above her third eye. "Well, that's done...."

Something tells me that that fiend wasn't the only thing in here. I don't think I'm completely finished yet.

Hoisting her rifle to a ready position, she began to walk deeper into the dojo.

I guess it's time for hunting....


Go to the light
Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite
Ikutsu no yo ake mo koeteku
Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....

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Exeter Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:55 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Getting my votes out of the way first, then I'll write something.

A-votes:
Kyosuke
Kite (sorry, Nif!)
Airman

R-votes:
Ky
Yuri
Setsuna

And Infuse on Testament.

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Lantis Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:56 PM

Death roams next door

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

Well, time for me to vote dump (not that I have much left, anyways).

1 A-Vote to Air Man
1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung

If I have time, I will elaborate further on those votes....


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

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

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

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:17 PM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act II – The Angel and the Maiden – III

“I kill…” Elmdor replied “only at will.”

“GAWD, what a lame excuse!” Mint twirled around, her rings flashing in the light that seeped into the broken building. “Wooooo, it’s the retaliation of Mr. Unpopular!” Behind her, the master mage Amethyst readied a spell on his lips, hands crackling with energy. The floor was filled with slash marks and holes, and the Marquis seemed to be in what was roughly the center, as Mature, Shizumaru, Mint, and Amethyst surrounded him. Alma stood beside the monks, trying to aid them with the power of her healing staff. “Isn’t that right, guys?” She looked to Mature, who stood silent but ready, then to Shizumaru, whose attention didn’t waver.

“Too bad for you I’m pretty unpopular.” Elmdor’s voice behind her sent Mint reeling forward, swinging her rings. He raised his hand and shouted “Fire!” Mint’s golden rings swooped in together before the spell. With a charged zinging sound, the fireball ricocheted from the reflection and scattered into the air over where the remaining incapacitated monks lay.

“Haaaaaay, what the [explitive] was that!?” Mint double-backflipped away as Shizumaru’s sword swept in. Twirling in his deft hand, it tasted flesh as the force of the cut to the thigh sent Elmdor flying away from his position. Keeping the pressure on, he grasped the umbrella that lay in its ‘sheath’ at his back. With a shout, he tossed it with precision, watching it open and spin as it hurtled toward the silver-haired swordsman.

“I’ve seen that trick before, Hisame!” Elmdor’s eyes flared as he tore forward over the uneven floor, running low to the ground even as the deadly umbrella sliced the air where but a moment before he had been. “Evil souls of the dark, gather here! Kotetsu!!” His sheathed katana became a blinding blur, roaring from its scabbard like a hell-bent devil. Shizumaru lept, ascending on invisible wings to meet his returning umbrella in the air, as the sonic wave sped past the soles of h is feet.

That was too easy… A thought began to grow in Shizumaru’s mind, a horrible thought. Landing with grace, he jumped back again-

Just to see the roaring wave mow through three monks, completely severing the torso of the first.

“Nooooooo!” His eyes filled with rage. His heart began to pump faster, faster. And something inside him felt like it was welling up…something he wished to keep chained forevermore. “How could you?” His nodachi lashed across the floor in a semicircle, blowing away debris in its wake as Elmdor’s legs barely evaded the strike. But no sooner had the slash been swung than Elmdor lurched forward, his back smoking. Behind him stood Amethyst, a look of no small concentration upon his face.

“Be wary” were his only words. He didn’t move from his spot, hands still outstretched and an almost-visible aura of ethereal energy surrounding his body. Mature walked over to the fallen samurai, picking his body up by the nape of his black haori.

“Not so violent when you’re down, are you, sweetheart?” She winked as she held him there, fists tightening.

Lede? Is that you? Answer me…help me…. Elmdor’s eyes opened only a crack, and Mature saw what others had not seen. A calm, dark red iris fluttered below the eyelid, the tensity seeming to drain out of the body.

But it was only a moment before the grey returned, and a vice-like grip wrenched itself into Mature’s hair, holding her up as the body floated upward, radiating a scarlet energy.

“If you scoff at this man, a master of the blade…then perhaps it is sorcery which is your game.” The voice was Elmdor’s, but it began to grow higher as the words continued, into a tenor which reverberated throughout the room. “For though a swordmaster he is, I am not…,” his lips curled up in a sneer “but my ethereal chalice is laden with the most bitter of draughts. I hope you’re ready.” The body of Mesdoram Elmdor flickered, seeming to Mature like a screen of TV static.

Suddenly, the static was clear, and floating a foot off the ground before them was a great angel, a phantasm robed in grey, with the same eyes each of them had seen in the Marquis only minutes earlier. He leaned backward, stretching his wings and arms while his fingers curled inward like claws. “I hold the keys to death and the grave!!” he shouted, finally tossing Mature into the midst of the fallen monks. He opened his hands, and in each palm was a mouth, whispering damned words, chanting spells that drew on the powers of hell itself.

What? Still translucent? So…my true-form is still locked away...and my powers are not at their peak. If the ‘replenishing rate’ continues like this, Elmdor’s mind may gain the edge over my own…that cannot happen. The alter must run red now! The rider on the pale horse must go out!

Spinning, he flew to the ceiling, standing flatly on it, upside-down to the rest of the room. “The revenge of the saints! Almageist!” One of his hands screamed the words, filling the hall with a great wind that resonated with the cries of lost souls.

“Aaaaa, Mint-san!” Shizumaru lept in front of the red-haired mage as the spirit wind rattled the foundations of his mind.

The demon…no! He fell to his knees, clutching his head, and Mint cradled him in her arms.

“Shizumaru…” her voice was soft and kind, in that moment, and she stood up clasping her rings. “Hey, you [explitive] [explitive]! Your wing-flappin’ [explitive] is mine!”

“The terrible memory of the deathbed!” the other hand screamed, “Mind Flayer!” Mint felt awash in darkness, each failure of her life becoming a small cut. She cried out, writhing on the floor. Her cute purple outfit began to take a deeper shade of violet as the racking of her body slowly subsided. His true mouth began to speak, then. "Dark flames to sear the soul of the faithful! Nanoflare!" What seemed to be particles of pure darkness gathered by where Mint had fallen, causing the wood to explode into flames. Amethyst waved his hand quickly, a tractor beam-like spell pulling the mage back from greatest harm. But the dojo...it was starting to burn now, with a hot, dark flame.

“Is that all!? Is that what you needed to see to believe!? Aaaaaahahaha!!” The angel’s one voice sounded like many, all laughing slightly off-unison. “Fear…fear controls us all! From the lowest peasant to the highest king, fear seeps into the mind’s cracks like a poison…and this fear…I command! There are none without fear, and none to whom death shall not visit.”

“Tsch…” K’ shook his head, throwing his fists up as he entered the room. “Some party, eh?”

“This battle…I want this battle.” Amethyst’s voice rose from the room as he closed his eyes. His body began to flash, and levitated off the ground. It appeared as if multiple copies of him were spinning in a circle around the floating angel.

“By yourself? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Mature stepped up behind the Amethyst-ring and blew the angel a kiss. “You’re stylish, but you make a terrible mess.”

“Then bring whatever soldiers you wish! For once you have met Zalera, the Angel of Death, there is no return!” The mouths on his hands began to chatter again in their chilling whispers and his own mouth began to move softly as well.

Come…the grave beckons, and the altar cries out for six!

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Zalera has manifested his ‘human form’! Because the portal-jumping lost energy is not restored, his full power isn’t accessible, but he’s still a powerful dark sorcerer. His body is somewhat translucent, due to the fact that he’s being manifested physically from a mental ‘storage space’. Approach him with care; he can charge three spells at once. He knows a few dark summons, and the general gamut of the Lucavi Spells, a set of dark magic called ‘Fear’. I based the looks of human-form Zalera on Legato Bluesummers, of the anime Trigun. A cool picture can be found right here that looks extra nice and evil. Just copy and paste the link.

But a manifestation this early on? If a lid can be put on him, he may have to lie fairly dormant for a round or two…

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P.S. - Go go wild battle, everyone! I'll be at work until the round ends. You have my blessing- er, curse.

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Baka Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:18 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 2:3 - Momentary Life

Ky walked out into the storm, the body slung over his shoulder. His entire body ached from the fight, his soul drained also. There was no-one to watch as he began the long, slow walk back home...

His mentor.. his teacher.. killed. Dead. Kliff Undersn, the man who turned his life around... dead. The fiend was contained, but what would he do now? Where would he go?

Why should he go on living?


Ky walked slowly out through the exit to the arena, the body slung over his shoulder. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the two left - the crowd parting before them as Ky's emotions raged inside of him...

Yuri was still alive. Yuri was still alive. Yuri was still alive. The words pulsated through his head, over and over again. He walked, unfeeling through the crowd, blood trailing from both men. Why had he saved him? It was the right thing to do. Did the lord not teach 'Thou shalt not kill'? But did he not also teach that infidels should be destroyed?

This man should not meet Shang Tsung. This man should not be allowed to give his soul away! Yuri Hyuga, your name was... you must not sacrifice yourself to the darkness!

A sickly grin passed Ky's face.. this had happened before. Back in the Crusades. A battle that lasted days, ending with one blow... and Ky left to pick up the pieces. Only hope and devotion had kept him sane after that tragic day.. and this man would need something just as powerful to guide him back to the light.

The crowd further from the Arena still parted for him, just as the earlier crowds did. Murmers spread now, rumour carrying on the wind like flashfire.. the unconcious Yuri was beginning to become heavy.

Noise. Wordlessly, Ky turned to the noise. In a city like this, it could only mean more trouble from Daisetsu's warriors... and once again, Ky would protect.

Now the crowds were running past them, parting as Ky walked through, head hung low, like the fallen hero.. and they were gone. Close by now, the noises rang out.. "I'm sorry.. I had to get you out of there.. I'm sorry.." A young voice, tinged with sadness and regret. Ky slowed. Rounding the corner now, a red-haired boy, carrying a young girl. Ky's eyes took in the sword, and the wounds, and the girl's state, and stopped. The other figure rushed towards him, and Ky raised his head, stilling his heart's cries, forcing a genial smile, condemning the world behind him to the lord's judgement. Now was not the time to dwell on the past, now was the time for the present.

"Hello there, sir.. what brings two wounded swordsmen carrying victims to meet like this?"

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ARGH. Now I'm confused.. first Shizu and Alma have escaped, second they haven't... :/ *attempts to sort it out*

Edit: Kinda roughly sorted. See the speech from Shizu. Vague attempt to blag that they ran away and escaped, copyright 2003 to Renmazou.

A-vote to Kite ()

R-vote to Yuri (One kind deed deserves another)


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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Curley W Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:26 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Blah..... sorry for not posting anything yet for this round. Trying to catch up on all the post's has delayed me, not to mention oversleeping halfway inbetween.

I'll vote dump a little now, then get started on writing something.

1 A-Vote to Airman(pirate360)!
1 A-Vote to Kyosuke(Zen Master)!
1 A-Vote to Allen Snyder(colguile)!
1 A-Vote to Rogue(Adam*Warlock)!
1 A-Vote to Kuma(Simplistic Hero)!
1 A-Vote to Kite(Nif)!

1 R-Vote to Lord Kalten!
1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske(Baka)!
1 R-Vote to Setsuna(Lantis)!


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

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eyesaw Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:31 PM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

"uuurrggghhhrghghhh"

Storm let out the biggest groan she had ever in her life. She lifted her head, and sat up slowly, and removed the wet toilet paper that for some reason was stuck to her face.

What the...?

She looked around and stood up, well, stumbled up. She held her face in her hands for a few seconds, then brushed her hair away from her face. She rubbed her eyes then opened them wide. The view was spectacular. She could see the whole city. Suddenly, Storm stepped back, realising where she was. A balcony it seemed. She looked backwards and found a large door leading inside, so she pushed it open and stepped in. Once inside, she found herself in a small hotel room. She glanced through a wide open door and saw the bedroom, with several bottles of alchohol around it. She turned towards the kitchen and saw even more alchohol. And lots of food, spread all over a large trolley. Storm walked over to the kitchen sink and turned on the cold water. She splashed her face in it and then cupped her hand, drinking the water from it. She turned to her right and saw her silver X-Men uniform on the ground. She stared, wide-eyed at it, not quite realising what she was looking at. She quickly looked down at her body and saw that she was wearing only a bra and a mini-skirt.

What the!? Who's is this skirt!?

She kneeled down and picked up her uniform. It was covered in alchohol. She sniffed it and wrinkled her nose at the smell.

Eeeww. I can't wear this.

She kneeled and thought for a second, brushing her hand through her hair again, and brushing out some sort of food that had gotten trapped in it, before she had an idea. She entered the bedroom and opened the cupboards that ran along the wall opposite the windows. She opened them up and pulled one of the clean bedsheets from inside of it. She swirled it around then wrapped it around her body, into a sort of toga.

This'll do just fine. she smiled to herself.

She went back to the kitchen and drank some more tap water before leaving the hotel room. Just as she got to the door, she found a note stuck on it. “Left early without you. I’ll see you sometime soon. - King"

Who the hell is King?

She pulled the note off of the door and left the room.

Outside of the hotel she looked up at the shining sun. A beautiful morning... or was it afternoon? Storm didn't know, but she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was the awful headache she had, and what she got up to last night. Suddenly, someone bumped into her.

"Hey!" she shouted, as they dissapeered down the street behind her. She glanced up ahead to find lots of people running around. She raised an eyebrow curiously then headed down the street. As she was walking, through the mass of people, she saw a little girl. She had long pinky hair, and big shoes. Those were the two things Storm pointed out immediately. The girl girl glanced around, beofre walking inside one of the various dojo's around the city.

Poor thing. She must be lost. What other business would a small girl have in a dojo?

The samaritan in Storm encouraged her to push her way through the crowd and into the dojo. As she walked through the door, she saw the little girl standing near a decapitated monster. Storm gasped and dashed forward, picking up the little girl.

"Don't look child. Don't look!"

Storm covered the little girls eyes and stared at the decpitated corpse.

What could've done such a thing?

She turned to her side and saw a man, standing, staring at her and the little girl. Suddenly, a memory came flooding back. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't remember.

It was last night, I saw him last, I am sure of it.

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1 R-Vote on Mint.


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

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Krizak Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:31 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

And a vote dump before work...

1 A-Vote on Airman
1 A-Vote on Kuma
1 A-Vote on Allen Sanyder
1 A-Vote on Rogue
1 A-Vote on Kyosuke

(No show, no mercy.)

Allay on Maya
(I feel sorry for her being stuck in that dojo at the moment.)

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

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:51 PM

K' -- KOF

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

Just voting... This thing seems evil as I don't know who to vote who for what.. and yeah

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A Votes

+Airman

+Kuma

+Daisetsu

R Votes

+Storm (Hey, at least the dude's writing compared to others who don't even show up )


Remaining Votes

0 A Votes
1 R Vote
1 Special/Ability

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:55 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

Ugh. Sorry I didn't get to posting much this round, either. I was at school and sleeping during 90% of the round so far, and the rest of the time I was trying desparately to finish what homework I had for today. Sorry; I promise I'll post more next round, but I have to go to the library, eat food, buy Spirited Away, etc. I might be able to sneak another story post in before the round closes, however. Wish me luck!

I feel crummy about this, but I have to dump off a few votes. Just say people saw PimpMasta Tingle workin' his stuff, and were either extremely disgusted or extremely inspired (depending on the vote).

A-vote to Airman
A-vote to Rogue
A-vote to Kuma
A-vote to Allen
A-vote to Jun
A-vote to Kyosuke

Show up more often, will ya?

R-vote to Alma. *is in awe of the magic writing powerz*
R-vote to Falcon. Still hilarious, still pimpin'.

Using the Special Ability Allay on Hulk. Ya did a good deal with Tingle there, and I salute you for it. *salutes Pin*

Tingle: Clean out and lovin' it.

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:59 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

Gotta do a quick dump before going to the store...then I'll write something.

A-Vote to Kuma
A-Vote to Airman

R-Vote to Ky


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


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

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

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

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eyesaw Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:04 PM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

Meh, I'm gonna dump the rest of my votes.

1 A-Vote on Airman

Use special ability repitition on Tingle.

Daisuke7777, shall I take that as a compliment or what?


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Kellios Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:14 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Vincent watched the young “princess Mint” drop to the floor and cry out in pain, the silver haired man grinning and flying in the air, twirling as gracefully as a dancer, his hair flowing naturally and lightly.

“Come…the grave beckons, and the altar cries out for six!”

Something in the silver haired man flickered, and Vincent watched him carefully, and something deep inside Vincent somehow knew that this man was not up to something good.

Zalera…

A crashing sound then entered the dojo, and a ruthless scream tore through the dojo, and Vincent watched a hulking demon step forward and fixed its attention onto Mint.

“Look out!” Vincent yelled out hoarsely and sprang in front of the demon, catching the girl by the waist, covering her body with his and rolling out of the smashing and splintering of the wood where the girl once lay.

Getting up just as fast, Vincent quickly released Mint and watched her fall to the floor, crying out from the black magic the silver haired man summoned on her, and Mint’s face began to become redder by the passing moment.

Vincent quickly scanned the area and didn’t notice the silver haired man in the air anymore, or anyone else. Vincent turned back and bent down towards Mint, but he heard the demon’s growl behind him and he suddenly turned, quickly coming back to his senses with the hunched demon finally straightened his back.

Over seven feet tall, the demon’s body was sculptured with nothing but hard strained muscle; its grey skin glistened with a light blue tint. Its large hand carried a rusted blade-axe it looked more of- and it had stains of brown embedded with the rust of the blade. The demon’s snout snarled at Vincent, and the dead black pools of his eyes sat inset of calloused skin.

Ah, Rofacale as well…

The fiend before Vincent let out a blood curdling scream and Vincent turned his attention to the back of the demon.

The silver haired man had struck first into the back of the demon.

“We meet again, Vincent Valentine!” The silver haired man smirked in Vincent’s direction, and pulled his katana out from the demon violently, and the demon let out another scream and turned to swipe its massive blade at the silver haired man, who vanished just as fast.

“Hey, come back here you [expletive]…” Vincent turned his head and found Mint coming back to her senses, slightly wobbly, searching frantically around the room for the silver haired man with dazed eyes. Vincent joined in the search, but not a trace of the man could be found.

Rofacale turned his great head back at Vincent, and piercing eyes gazed at Vincent, who hastily turned around to face Mint, looking frantically behind her for any form of safety.

Looking up at the wall, Vincent noticed a door wide open, mops laid at the bottom of it along with various buckets and rags falling out. Quickly, Vincent picked Mint up and removed all of the items with his claw out of the closet, flinging them all over the floor. Shifting his weight, Vincent carefully placed the dazed Mint into the closet and closed the door, much to Mint’s weak resistance.

“Hey, you [expletive]… I want to get that silver haired man… Let me out…” he heard her soft muffled voice say, and Vincent rushed to make sure the door stayed shut with Mint inside of it.

“Just stay in if you value your life!” Vincent angrily replied and turned back to face the fiend, who was a lot closer than Vincent had originally hoped for. The demon was standing nearly right on top of him, and a growl escaped Rofacale’s throat, low and animalistic.

Something white blinded Vincent for a moment, and all of a sudden he was thrown from the wall to somewhere lese in the room, and he felt fire all around him. Blinking a few times, Vincent lifted his head and saw the demon had been pushed back as well, and a gaping hole was now in the wall Vincent had just been at a moment ago.

And Mint stood in front of the completely burned off door, and shooting Vincent looks that could kill if she had the power to do so.

“I TOLD you!” She began, completely back at full strength, and cast a quick eye at Rofacale before looking at Vincent, “I want to get that silver haired man!”

“Looking for me, Princess Mint?” A voice suddenly appeared and it was to the left of Mint. She looked at him and nearly jumped back into the popping fire behind her at the wall, and gave the silver haired man a glaring eye.

“Ah, what are you doing here, little one?” The silver haired man smiled at Mint, and she stepped back a little, watching Elmdor.

Vincent noticed Rofacale finally getting his head back into where he was. Rofacale shook his head to get rid of any daze that was still with him, and turned his attention back to Vincent, ignoring the silver haired man and Mint.

Pay close attention again, Chaos!

Vincent gripped the death penalty tightly in his hand, concentrated on Rofacale, and held out his gun, pointing directly into the demon’s face.

Summon your strength to me, Shiva, Goddess of Ice. Ice2!

Vincent unleashed the magic from his body and the swirling icicles hit Rofacale in the face, stinging his eyes a moment and the demon let out another inhuman scream, shaking the dojo and straightened up again, showing his entire figure and stared down at Vincent.

Saliva mixed with blood dripped from Rofacale’s mouth and he hurled forward towards Vincent, swinging his blade towards Vincent’s head. Ducking and slipping to the ground to avoid the deadly swing, Vincent rolled on the ground of the dojo to further his distance with the infuriated demon.

Or at least tried to.

As Vincent rolled, he was suddenly choked, his cloak tightened around his throat and he let out a gasping cough. Quickly with his left hand, Vincent tore at his mantle with his claw, releasing the blinding pressure at his neck and twisted his body, avoiding the smashing of Rofacale’s blade on the wooden floor. Splinters flew everywhere, and Vincent squeezed his eyes nearly shut, and scrambled to his feet, staring down at Rofacale’s foot which stood on Vincent’s torn cloak.

C’mon, c’mon!

Vincent beckoned at the demon and Rofacale heeded its call.

Vincent let out a shot at the charging demon, ripping at Rofacale’s shoulder, and Vincent quickly ran out of the demon’s way, as Rofacale swung his blade downwards this time, missing Vincent by a step or to, and Rofacale stumbled to a stop. It hunched itself over again, and Vincent quickly moved and put eight feet space between him and the demon, and watched the demon curl itself into a standing ball, holding the rusted blade close to its body.

“Vincent Valentine!”

Vincent swiftly turned his head and found the silver haired man, smiling at Vincent. All of a sudden, the man bowed before Vincent eloquently and came back up with unnatural grey eyes that seemed to flicker.

Why the hell does everyone know me but I do not know them?

“Have we met?” Vincent said, slightly out of breath, and tried to turn his attention back to Rofacale, but the man spoke before he had a chance to.

“Ah, you do not remember a past friend? Well then,” The silver haired man removed strands of hair falling in front of his face and the smile grew, “I am Mesdoram Elmdor, a past ally of yours in a different world.”

Do you know him, Chaos?

Zalera.


“You should enlighten me sometime, then.” Vincent could not hold back on the sarcasm and turned back to face Rofacale, who was illuminated in an eerie glow or green light. All seemed to grow dark everywhere else but around the demon.

“Perhaps when the time is more appropriate…” Elmdor’s smile grew slightly darker, into a smirk, and he suddenly vanished. Vincent turned his entire body to see where “Elmdor” had disappeared to, and didn’t find a trace of anything besides Mint plastering herself against the wall of the dojo, staring at Vincent with bright eyes.

Ultima!!

All went dark moments before Rofacale let out another scream of anguish, and Vincent flew across the dojo, crashing against the side wall, tearing at his clothes, ripping his skin. He crumpled against the side wall, blinking back the blood that fell into his face. He weakly tried to blow the hair that fell into his eyes out, but failed miserably. His entire body ached, and he felt completely wet with blood all over.

Slowly, Vincent moved his aching body up, and peered around the dojo, and saw the destruction the Ultima spell had caused. He saw a glimpse of red hair, moving frantically. Mint managed to get onto her feet, after pushing off part of the wall that fell on top of her during the blast. She managed to stumble back a couple of steps before falling back down, still feeling as dizzy as Vincent felt at that very moment.

Vincent opened and flexed his right hand, and noticed that he didn’t have the Death Penalty in his hand. He looked around him as fast as his spinning head would let him, and noticed the gun lying a few feet away to his right. Desperately, he reached out and stumbled, crawling on his stomach to reach his gun. He noticed Rofacale take notice of Mint, and started to slowly walk towards her, a snarl escaping the demon’s throat.

Power of the Cetras, bound your life with mine. Cure!

A pale green light encircled Vincent, and he felt his chest breath lighter and the blur that was in his eyes fade back to the same sharpness he had before the blast. He watched Mint scramble back, trying to escape Rofacale, but a hideous laughter escaped the demon’s throat, and all color from Mint’s face left.

Vincent took aim at the demon, and fired.

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Continue.....


As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love. I will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.

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Kellios Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:19 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Letting out another scream, Rofacale quickly turned his attention to Vincent, and snarled his muzzle at him, forgetting all about Mint and turning his attention back to Vincent.

Vincent let out another shot from the Death Penalty, hitting Rofacale directly in his hardened thigh, blood seeping from the fiend’s leg, but it didn’t hinder the pace it was charging after Vincent.

All of a sudden, a blast came from the right of the demon, catching Rofacale completely off guard, and it fell, hitting the ground with a sickening crash, sending more splinters to fly into the air.

Vincent sank back and leaned against the shattered wall, and saw a blonde woman appear from the side and entrance of the dojo smiling at her handiwork and she turned to face Vincent.

To his surprise, she had three eyes.

A searing pain all of a sudden soared through Vincent’s body, and everything around him grew completely hot, and he choked on his breath. He coughed desperately, trying to focus, trying to get the blinding sensation away from his eyes. Nauseous swept over Vincent and he kept coughing, into the direction of his hands and all he saw now was a crimson red.

He was hacking uncontrollably, his hands soaked in the blood he coughed, his lungs burned and his head spun. Vincent tried frantically to move his body, to come back to any of the senses he had, but failed doing so.

Everything was too white.

-*-*-*-*

NOTE: Vincent's passed out right now, so no interaction for him right now.


As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love. I will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.

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Exeter Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:21 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~If You Can't Beat Them~
Sol Badguy--Album 2, Track 2

"Would you like to try and answer again?"

I asked you first, you son of a bitch.

Though he had no intention of answering the man's question, a sarcastic response was in order. He was given no time for such a reply, however. The throbbing, explosive pain in his head had become unbearable--been unbearable, really, for several seconds. How he'd managed to ignore it for this long was beyond him; never before had he managed to continue for such a length of time without bypassing the headband's safeguards entirely, something he'd done only twice. But then, he'd never fought an opponent as powerful as this man Daisetsu.

Barely keeping his feet on the ground, Sol let the flames die out, and drew a relieved breath as the pain subsided and his power diminished.

Daisetsu floated forward slowly, the massive form of Suzaku surrounding him like a shield of flame without obscuring him in the slightest. He narrowed his fiery eyes as Sol came out of the Dragon Install, surprised to discover his opponent was weaker now that when he'd started the battle, if only by a little.

"So, your power comes at a price."

Snorting, Sol crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Yeah, you could say that. But I've had enough years now to get used to it."

"I see. So you've fought for a long time, then."

The bounty hunter didn't respond.

"Did you plan on answering my question, Sol, or should we continue our battle?"

"You want to know what I fight for?"

"Indeed."

"...to teach upstart little bastards like you not to mess with people's lives."

Sol leapt back, raising the Fireseal as Daisetsu drew his katana once more, the magnificent phoenix Suzaku still engulfing him. As he reached the peak of the jump, Sol redirected the focus of his energy, and as Daisetsu began to advance, he rocketed forward.

Daisetsu avoided the kick with no discernable effort, seeming to sidestep the blow though he continued to levitate a foot above the ground. A simple flick of the wrist sent the bounty hunter hurtling to the ground, a cloud of dust exploding into the air upon impact.

"You haven't a chance, Sol. Give it up."

Fortunately for you, I don't care to lose control right now. Otherwise you'd be a dead man.

"Whatever," he said aloud as forced himself up. "You answer my question, I'll answer yours."

The fiery image of Suzaku seemed to flicker at Daisetsu's frown, then faded altogether, a quick flash of smoke signalling the man's return to normal...or as close as the man could come, anyway.

"Hey, you don't happen to like listening to music while you fight, do you?"

Daisetsu raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry?"

"Music. Rock and roll. Queen. Any of these ring a bell?"

The man frowned in response, wondering whether his opponent was up to something.

"Geh. No wonder you're so damn uptight. Oh well."

The beat began, and Sol grinned as he dove forward, the Fuuenken glittering in the sunlight.

When I hear that rock and roll
It gets down to my soul
When it's real rock and roll


The clash of metal seemed to echo the underlying drumbeat in an ever-quickening tempo. Daisetsu no longer seemed to be trying to win, instead matching Sol blow-for-blow. The Kusanagi blade spun, and the Fireseal met it; the rectangular blade parried and lunged, and the katana blocked effortlessly.

When I hear that rock and roll
It gets down to my soul
When it's real rock and roll
Oh rock and roll



It had been a long time since Sol had put so much effort into his swordplay; he'd grown accoustomed to relying on his superior strength and speed in the past, particularly against fellow swordsman Kiske. But Daisetsu could match his strength and speed with ease, now.

So they sparred.

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
You really think they like to rock in space
Well I don't know


Sol pressed forward and took the offensive for a moment, grinning Daisetsu's expression seemed to lighten, until he actually seemed like he was enjoying himself, even as Sol managed to score a hit.

One hit to his six. At least I'm improving, he thought wryly.

He didn't see the girl until she pounced, and the beat cut off.

"What the...?"

Wincing as her claws dug into his side, Sol whirled around, leaving himself open to attack from Daisetsu, but the other man stopped as well, curious to see what this newcomer wanted.

A green-haired girl, clad in similiar hues, standing on all fours. She hissed at him angrily.

"So, little kitty wants to play, huh?" Sol said sarcastically, rather annoyed by the whole predicament. Baring his teeth in a mock smile, he raised his sword and gestured toward the girl. "Well come and get it."

The girl snarled, charging forward for another swipe, but Sol was ready this time. He stepped back to avoid her claws, then dove forward to strike her in the belly with his fist.

He'd expected her to faint dead away, but the girl was strong. She grunted, then leapt at him, this time scoring a hit along his thigh.

Sol fell back, and incredulous look on his face.

"She a friend of yours?" he asked Daisetsu, who'd sheathed his sword.

The man raised an eyebrow at the comment. "No, but she is tied to me, the same way you are."

"...I'm what now?"

The third strike caught Sol completely off-guard, the girl's nails digging into his shoulder painfully.

"God damn it!" he yelled, the back of his hand striking her forehead just as she leapt back.

This time, the girl fell to the ground, dazed but still conscious.

There was a pause.

"Wh...what?" the summoner managed. "What's going on?"

What the hell?

Rolling his eyes, Sol stuck the Fireseal into the dirt beside him and knelt beside the girl, who leaned away from him nervously.

"You tell me, kid."

And I thought a giant fighting bear was the weirdest thing I was going to see on this trip.

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Edit: Over to Kyo or ShinkuuR.

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:31 PM

Blade of Vengeance

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

Go time.

Chipp was now wandering the streets of the really rather beautiful city (well, beautiful in a plants/trees/grass/waterfall kind of way), feeling full of pep. Really, he thought, there was no greater high than combat, no better rise to be gained than to be in the midst of battle, blood pumping, heart racing, and the surprising delight to be gained from drawing blood...

Yes, Chipp, but be mindful that such highs can still enslave, and it is much more difficult to break an addiction to battle. Even your own struggle with the poison would be like a trip to Disney World in comparison.

Shishou, I know...


Yet he still hadn't come down from his high yet; he figured, why not enjoy it a bit more? At the same time, he felt as if his mind was racing; thoughts burned through his skull at a manic pace.

Thoughts of that Sol Badguy. Funny seeing the guy who served Testament a nice plate of whupass in the final rounds of the Tournament (he hadn't been there, thank God--the Holy Order's base in Paris had been WRECKED--but he had watched the live telecast). And if he'd have to compete with him to achieve God's power... well, then, it'd certainly be interesting. As well, Ky was there--he had seen him fighting, of all things, a bear in the arena. Damn, it'd suck if he were still pissed at me for attacking him and all. I mean, he was in my way, but still, he didn't really deserve it... Hell, at the rate things were going, he might almost expect Slayer
(have you ever really accomplished anything at all?)
or Justice or somebody to show.

Thoughts of the impending war. Sure, this would be his ticket to godhood (if that even happened), but... did he even know what a Naclos was? Who's to say it wasn't some six-armed, twelve-headed freak like that last dude he fought? Or, who's to say it wasn't something... worse? Out of nowhere he remembered seeing that Hugh Jass phoenix rising out of Dai back at Sand City, feeling it burn across his brain like... well, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of its rebirth, or something. He remembered, too, seeing the vaguest something gleam watching underneath the deep pools of black that were Jun's eyes... sensing it ripple through her spirit... if that was anything like what Dai was throwing around--if, moreover, he had to fight something that had THEM shook... well, geez, what was there for him to do?

Thoughts about Jun. Admittedly, these thoughts filled the majority of his skullpan. And although a few of these were concerned with the nature of her power, quite a few more were fixated on her beautiful dark hair, her eyes, her...

Aww, it looks like the little knucklehead is in LO-OOOVE!

What? How can you insinuate--

Chipp, it's obvious that you are quite smitten with Jun. Which is regrettable. A ninja must always be focused on the here and now! A moment's distraction is death--in fact, that's why that nine-headed dragon muthafuck almost punk'd you! I swear, you never pay--LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU--

Shishou, with all due respect... please shut up.


And, surprisingly (as well as thankfully), he did, leaving Chipp to his dreams and thoughts...
Thoughts about random samurai trying to ***z him. Damn, some nut trying to murder me before I even had a body, some silver-haired bish throwing down on me like some kind of demon,... ye gods, what up with that?

Suddenly, he noticed the strangest thing--a red-headed streak toinged by him, muttering something
("I'm sorry I had to get you out of there I'm sorry")
incomprehensible. Immediately upon recognizing the face of Shizu (and reading the fear plainly written upon it-- this from a glance which had barely lasted two seconds. ph33r da skillz), his senses went on full alert. Some awesome spirit force was manifest nearby--in a nearby dojo, it seemed. He could almost smell the stench of other recently-depleted life force (or rather, "death" force, for whatever had been recently dispatched was quite easily the antithesis of life) emanating from the same place. He also feels another force, again with the stench of death hanging over it, but much stronger than the "dead" ones. There were many people in the main room of the dojo, making a fight there very harder--but the force brooding there was extremely powerful. Still, he had to move in-- if either achieved their target (which had to be either Shizu-shishou or Alma, guessing by how fast they were zooming), then the game was done.

In not a second later he had a plan.

Without a word he switched into the Tsuyoshi-shiki Meisai, flickering out of view.... wait, no, he wasn't flickering, he was all the way gone. Could this be it? Part of the "power" that we're to receive? he thought. In any case, he fired up his legs, ready to jet in--

a humongous surge of energy--

one of the forces disappeared--

and the dojo crumpled on itself.

What do you think Chipp said?

----
And, it's.... VOTE DUMP TIME!


A-Votes on:
Airman
Daisetsu
Kuma
Rogue
Kalten
Dorrin

R-Votes on:
Shizumaru
Opera Vectra
Setsuna (I want you to survive, so we can have a duel-- on equal terms...)

Uses Ability: Vanish

Chipp Zanuff R2 Status: All votes exhausted.


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Switchblade Posted: 04-21-2003 , 05:35 PM

Road Warrior

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

Vice was fighting in the arena when she felt it. Something dark, strong, and old. She could feel it calling out to her from across the town. She picked up the gladiator she was fighting, quickly snapped his neck, then headed towards the source of the sensation.

Once she started to get near to the feeling she noticed that the streets were full of panic. People were running around in search of some form of shelter. Vice strolled calmly through the chaos, reveling in the mad rush of the crowd. As she made her way towards the source of the panic she watched as a young woman tripped and got trampled on by the panicking throng. Unfortunately a man saw her and helped her up to her feet before she was beaten to death. Vice frowned at the turn of events and continued her trek.

When Vice finally reached the source of the strange feelings she found herself outside a martial arts dojo, albeit one that had sustained significant structural damage fairly recently. Vice frowned at the fact that she had obviously missed out on some fun. She shrugged her shoulders and dashed inside, ready to face whatever she found there.

Inside the dojo was a tall demonic ceature, absolutely radiating with dark energy. Arrayed around him were an arrangement of fighters, including Mature. The dark being intrigued Vice, but she knew that first and foremost she had to take care of her partner. She launched forward in a fierce shoulder charge, aiming to knock the demon into the air so she could pull off her patented follow-up body slam. But when she came into contact with the man she felt herself bouncing back, as if she had slammed into a brick wall.

Vice skidded back, angry at her attack’s failure. The tall demon turned around and faced her, a cocky smirk on his face. Vice braced herself for the inevitable counterattack.

Vote Dump. :P

A-Votes against:
Allen
Kite
Max
Rogue
AirMan
Adol


R-Votes for:
Daisetsu
Alma
Captain Falcon
King


Single Out against Kite

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San_Draco Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:01 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung teams up with King to compete in the Arena...

Shang Tsung was beaten, battered, and thoroughly humiliated. Mal'Ganis had made him, he who had made entire worlds tremble, beg for mercy. Needless to say, the sorcerer was not to take this lying down, and he certainly wasn't going to let Mal'Ganis get away with this. At least, not while he could yet attack.

It is fairly easy for a sorcerer to detect a summoned unit. There is always an energy field around them, faint it is true, but detectable nonetheless. And Shang Tsung had felt this field around two demonic creatures that were dominating the two-versus-two brackets.

But, of course, if Shang Tsung wanted to defeat the two demons, he would need a partner. Preferably a man, who was strong and could soak up damage for him. But who would be foolish enough to do so?

The answer, thankfully, was right in front of the sorcerer's nose. A man dressed in a white shirt with a purple vest, a golden belt, dress slacks, and white/purple shoes... Certainly an interesting attire, and the gloves and bowtie did nothing to delude the sorcerer. He's an outsider, as well. Perhaps he wouldn't mind joining this battle with me...

The Oriental sorcerer strode to the man, who was looking at the two-versus-two brackets. This should be easier than I thought...

Shang Tsung offered a bow. "Excuse me, but I notice that you are interested in the two-versus-two tournament. Perhaps we could... team together?"

The blond man stared at Shang Tsung, then laughed. "You were the man that was defeated only a few minutes ago. You're still lucky to be alive."

Shang Tsung silently gnashed his teeth, then offered a smile. "Perhaps, but that means that I have nothing left to lose. Besides, who else are you going to find that will combat those two demons that are dominating the bracket."

The man mused about this, then offered his hand. "Very well then. My name is King, and it is a pleasure fighting with you."

Shang Tsung smiled. "You know who I am, apparently, so let us prepare for the battle."

Suddenly, a voice boomed throughout the Arena. "Making their way to the Arena from the west side, at a combined weight of three hundred, forty-seven pounds... Shang Tsung and Kiiiiiing!"

The two stood in the center of the ring, Shang Tsung plotting how to defeat the Doom Guards, King waving to the fans. That is, until the sorcerer saw Mal'Ganis's face. He offered a brief wave and a smirk. Unsurprisingly, there were very few fans indeed that were cheering for Shang Tsung. Indeed, most of the comments were of the contrary nature.

"Shang Tsung you [censored]!"
"Lay the smackdown on Shang Tsung!"
"What? What? What?"
"King, I want to bear your children!"

After a brief pause, the announcer continued, "Making their way to the Arena, from the north side, weighing in at a mind-boggling combined weight of one thousand, eighteen hundred and seventy-six pounds, the Doom Guard!"

The crowd went absolutely wild. That is, until they saw that only one Doom Guard entered the Arena. Shang Tsung stared at Mal'Ganis.

Mal'Ganis offered a slight shrug, then sat down to watch the match.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:04 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Daisetsu knelt to the ground as well, his blade sheathed. "How peculiar... it seems you actually fed off Suzaku's power and created an emulation of it."

The young woman shook her head, as if to clear cobwebs from her mind. "I don't know... I saw you two fighting, and when I saw that pheonix... I was drawn to it irresistably, like a moth to a flame. Then I wake up next to you two."

"I see."

Sol grunted. "Now, since that's finished..." The Fireseal hissed out of its place, ready for combat.

Daisetsu shook his head. "I'm ready to answer you now."

Sol's arm lowered. "Well then, let's hear it."

"Sol, I fight for several reasons. I fight to protect those precious to me. I fight for the survival of my nation--my people. I fight, to repent for an earlier mistake I could not control." He smiled ironically. "But, I'm selfish, and rightfully so, since one cannot accomplish anything in this world without treading on the toes of others."

He fixed the Gear then with a stare formed of iron. "You spoke of 'messing with the lives of others', Sol. I could care less about that. You're right, I ripped you and a grab-bag of people from other dimensions forcefully. Without consideration. And I'd do it again, if the choice was mine. Because I'd do anything to save those people who I hold dear in my heart."

Sol growled at that. "Who fucking gives you the right to tamper with the lives of others?"

Daisetsu's eyes did not change. "No-one but myself. I have the power to make the choice, and I decided that those loss of the lives of my people outweighed that of temporarily putting your lives on hold. That's all."

"Then you're a fucking hypocrite! You can't weigh human lives yourself like you're some kind of god!"

Daisetsu's smile turned bitter. "For someone as old as yourself, you're awfully naive. Wake up, Sol. What is a general doing when he orders troops to attack enemy forces? No, he's not 'rolling the dice' and seeing what comes of it; he's weighing lives--that of his own men against that of the enemy. You should feel lucky--this is like a child's version of the same game, since at least YOU get to live."

Sol was oddly silent--because just a second ago, he'd sounded like Kiske.

"...I can tell you understand my sentiment. Was my answer satisfactory?"

"...Cheh. I get it, at least."

"Then, I'll take my leave of you now." Daisetsu picked up Rydia in his arms; the young summoner having passed out sometime near the beginning of their conversation, and strode through the forest like it didn't exist. I seem to be carrying women everywhere, he thought with a twist of irony and bitterness mixed.

And for a time, Sol was quiet, standing there alone in the jungle.

--------

Daisetsu is taking Rydia into a hidden grove in the jungle, to train her to focus her power properly. She will gain +2 EXP.

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:07 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

Exeter: Looks like you figured it out. Gotcha coming.

EDIT: After reading Darkblade's post, never mind.


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


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

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

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

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:08 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: Schindler's List - Theme Song

Kyo Kusanagi, in Bruce Banner's body, has seen freedom for the first time.

We forget...that even though he's just a test tube character, this is still the first day he's alive.

Whatever.


Bruce and the Hulks had to settle for the vibrant scenery of the stone lined apartments on the street Kyo ran straight through.

This harkens back to the shaky handycam in low budget art films. For some reason, I feel more at home as a spectator watching the world...through his eyes.

So I'm not that exciting?

Ah, but you never had burning ambition.


Kyo found the arena, entered, and began to browse the audience for the man he wanted to find.

Damn, he's not here! I thought he'd be here of all places.

...K', isn't it?

...


Kyo took a hasty retreat. He didn't want to waste any time here. He was getting frustrated now; he could now punch people, and now, there was no one here to take it?

"OH, FUCK THIS!!! FUCK THIS!!!" the boy shouted. Blinded by frustration, Kyo entered the nearest building he could find.

Speak of the devil, it is an art house.

Paintings. Films. Statues. Poetry. All lined up for perusal and critique. But, there was no one here.

...maybe I can find a bench to lay on and die or something.

Kyo looked for a reason to stay here. He tried to convince himself he was tired, or thirsty, from running, or that he was lazy; a perfectly acceptable reason for rest in the cynical age he was born from. But, to admit that he wanted to stay in this museum of artwork, for the purpose of enriching his heart? To not interpret the want of emotion as a sign of weakness went against his ideal self.

You don't seem to understand that fighting, that way you want it, is an artform; you are free when you can express yourse-

...

He did not hear you, Bruce.

...how is that possible?

Now the boy's heart; he fights his own Hulk.


***

Lantis didn't answer the question!

That's an A-Vote!

This leaves us...with 3 A-Votes and 2 R-Votes.


The correct answer: while I am not aware of any other links between Married...With Children and Neon Genesis Evangelion, Frank Sinatra's Love and Marriage and Fly Me to the Moon are featured in both series' soundtracks.

A-Vote! Setsuna!


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:26 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

quote:
Originally posted by ShinkuuR
Exeter: Looks like you figured it out. Gotcha coming.

EDIT: After reading Darkblade's post, never mind.



But it's still your turn.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:32 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Joe, I recall the mishap we had last time.

What the hell are you talking about?

The Vote Burn. We were irresponsible and did not cast our final votes in time. Today, we will rectify this.

Okay, sure, sure, vote off whoever you want.

So I have a shot at it now? Fine, here are my picks: Alma, Dorrin, and Vice & Mature. I would like to R-Vote Rydia and Adol Christian.

... Wait a second. Who the hell are they? And you're R-Voting Rydia?! What's gotten into you?!

I found your quarrel with her amusing! But Alma, and Vice & Mature, are faring rather...well. Alma, especially. And, Dorrin is Alma's lord. As for saving Adol Christian, well, I would rather he stay around for the opportunity of the R-Vote Sweepstakes to remain open to us all.

Next time I see that ho, it's a slap to the face, that's right.


Here's my question to you all: why the fuck do you A-Vote no-shows, of all people? They are of absolutely no threat to anyone in the game, and eventually, these wasted A-Votes will become a deciding factor over who will win.

A-Vote! Alma!
A-Vote! Dorrin!
A-Vote! Vice & Mature!
R-Vote! Rydia!
R-Vote! Adol Christian!


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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:37 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77


But it's still your turn.



I know. Gotcha coming.


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


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

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

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

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:42 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

quote:
Originally posted by Bowling Pin
[i]Here's my question to you all: why the fuck do you A-Vote no-shows, of all people? They are of absolutely no threat to anyone in the game, and eventually, these wasted A-Votes will become a deciding factor over who will win.


That always happens in the opening rounds- sort of a culling of the no-shows, since otherwise they just stay in even if they don't bother to play. ^^; It's nothing personal, and it might seem like they're wasted, but next round, you'll see the blood really start to fly, since the A-Votes have to go to people who're playing.


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Baka Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:44 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

No-shows generally get voted - well, because they haven't shown up. It's considered fair to vote them out first, leaving the people who are actually taking part to continue.


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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Dry31 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:45 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Eight fights later, Testament is still undefeated. Seven of ten opponents have been killed; one was Tsung, spared by the judge, two others fought well enough to earn a pardon from the judge. All the rest, bloodthirsty men whose greed earned their death. But now...there's something strange in the air. Its a sense that something is very, very WRONG, somewhere in this city. Sensing this, Testament breaks off his successful arena fighting career, heading towards the place from which this dark miasma seems to emanate, moving at the speed of darkness...

---

Vote dump time.

The winners of our A-Votes for today:

A double strength A-Vote to Lord Dorrin
One A-Vote to AirMan
One A-Vote to Rogue

One R-Vote to Lord Daisetsu

Testament is now headed to the battlesite to confront the source of the evil (Zalera).

If you choose to use him in a post, just don't make him do anything too far out of character.

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:48 PM

Blade of Vengeance

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

He was in the remains of the dojo in a ZIP!, taking in the last scenes of the battle. Vincent was in a heap, leaning against the remains of a wall; some blond chick (am I dreaming, or does she have three eyes? ...yep, she does) had just put a last cap into the smoking ruin of a HUGE demon with green horns. The others stood around it in a loose circle, nursing their own wounds and burns (doubtless inflicted by the huge blast).

Damn, I should have just stayed in the arena.
Damn sckraight.


"Are you all okay?" he asked to the stragglers--the red-headed chick, the three-eyed lady, a black-haired woman (she looked Japanese ^^) with two gats, and two women in business suits. Most looked around, confused at the source of the voice; others simply grimaced (in this number were most of the surviving monks). "Well, it looks like I made it to the party a little late.... seems I'm stuck with clean-up." This only helped to spread the confusion. "Oh, woops, heh heh... forgot I was invisible. Well, anyway--" He shrugged--but had little time to do anything else. Out of nowhere the demon's energy surged again, and in moments it was on its feet again, its wounds gushing black ichor from the apparent effort. Its eyes flickered red; it stretched back its claw, ready to gut the woman who had caused it such pain.

Chipp happened to be right in front of her. And, luckily, e could read the thing's moves a mile away.

"Too slow, bitch!" he yelled, leaping up into the air and wrapping himself around its neck. "Time to die!" And with that, he slit its throat with a quick slash, dismounting with the momentum of the slash.

Strangely enough, the Genrouzan actually did not kill the beast. Even though its neck was slit, it was still able to stare at him, hate filling its red-flecked eyes. Yes it was looking at him, not through; the invisibility was apparently useless on the beast.

"...you....kill..." it rasped, the voice grinding through its vocal chords.

"Nah, I think you're the one that's gonna bite the bullet tonight," he proclaimed before leaping up with a quick flurry of blows to its twisted, skeletal head. These had barely any effect, and he had to struggle to dodge its clumsy but wide swings. Damn, I'm still not all "back" yet... Quickly he leapt back and peppered the beast with shuriken. No effect.

"Zen in himmel, will someone please give a ninja a HAND here???" he screamed while dodging another one of its attacks.


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Baka Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:53 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Just thought I'd pop out my votes..

1 A-vote to Rogue
1 A-vote to Lord Dorrin

Scattered Rain, hitting Lords Daisetsu and Jun

R-vote to Lord Kalten
R-vote to Sol
R-vote to Testament

That should be it...


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