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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 04:59
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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I'm
deciding to cast 1 A-Vote to Lord Daisetsu. Lord Dorrin already took
enough of a beating last round and Lord Jun is low on sponsors (What
is it? 2 or so sponsors left?). And since I'm under Lord Kalten, I'm
just leaving him alone 
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ShinkuuR |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:03
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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”This…this is too much…”
Rydia stood on
top of one of the churches of the village of Soulis’en, surveying
the carnage and outright cruelty that people can cause each other.
”But…I won’t give up…I can’t give up on the dream of
peace…”
”Whatever.”
”What…!”
She thought that voice was a dream. That dark, evil voice that she
heard before that talk with Daisetsu earlier was now talking to her,
and now both sides of her head were hurting more than ever. ”What
are you?”
”I am what all mortals want to be. I am
what all senseless creatures are. I am what you were bred to become.
Pure evil.”
”I am not evil. Get out of my
head!” Rydia was forced to knell down on the ground as the
unwelcome force in her head began to increase it’s hold on
her.
”You are. You have trained to slay for most of
your life without remorse or fear, and have done it proudly. I’d say
that makes for a good starting point for an evil lifestyle, wouldn’t
you say?
”...”
”Good. Unlike most
mortals I know, you can be reasoned with.”
”…But I
know now that I did that for the dream of peace. I never want other
kids to go through the pain that I went through.” Laughter
echoed inside Rydia’s head.
”Worthless human. Well in the
end, it doesn’t matter. One way or the other you WILL be consumed by
the chaos…”
Slowly the immense thumping that pounded
Rydia’s head ceased as she picked herself up from the roof. As she
was trying to figure out just what that force was, she spotted a
knight fighting legions of soldiers with two different swords, one
of which happened to be Sol’s Fireseal.
”I’ll show
you…I’ll prove to you that faith exists…that hope exists” Rydia
thought as she jumped off the church and floated in the air towards
the knight, launching a Thundara spell at the soldiers that
surrounded him. “Need some help?”
“Yes, some assistance would
be appreciated, miss…”
“Rydia. And you?”
“Ky Kiske.”
Baka, Rydia's gonna help out Ky for the day, if you
don't mind.
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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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Baka
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:12
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Shinkuu - ok - I have a 1-on-1 duel coming up in a bit,
but we've worked out how to fit you into it. Otherwise, no
problems.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Psycho Power
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:12
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Still nothing here to see
Registered: Dec
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That
reminds me, I'm reserving some votes in case I don't get to post
later. They are going to take effect by the end of the round unless
I edit them.
Reserved Vote Dump:
4 A-votes
left
A-vote to any bosses that might pop up this
round A-vote to those with the highest amount of damage other
than Jun or those under her.
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Bugenhagen |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:21
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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*nods*
I've been voted off. Good.
Folks, I'm sorry that I seemed to
not be able to post, then seemingly came back, only to disappear
again. This hasn't been a good week, and something had to suffer.
I'm just glad that I was voted off, instead of someone else in my
place.
That being said, I won't be here the rest of Survivor
X, just because I don't have any time for it. I'm sorry that I have
to run out, but that's just the way things go. I might show up for
the final party, but don't count on seeing me here for everything
else.
I'd hand out some R-votes before I shove off, but it
seems that I can't R-vote people in this round. Go figure. So
perhaps you haven't seen the last of me. *shrugs*
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San_Draco |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:35
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung combats Sol Badguy and meets Ky Kiske...
Shang
Tsung shifted his style again, moving into his graceful Crane
stance. "One less soul than I am about to have."
He dashed
forward, expecting Sol to attack. The swordsman did not disappoint,
and Shang Tsung grabbed his arm. "I can tell that you aren't used to
wielding this blade. You're far less proficient at it than that...
what was it called?"
The sorcerer flung Sol over his
shoulder, and paused. "Fireseal? Thunderseal? Something like
that."
Sol got back up to his feet. "I don't need it to beat
you."
Li Mei's skeleton swooped down, slashing with its
halberd. Sol blocked, but the undead attacked again almost
instantly. Again Sol blocked ,and again Li Mei attacked. The undead
was certainly stronger than before...
Until Sol had enough.
He unleashed his Volcanic Viper, slashing up and into the armor of
Li Mei. Though it did little permanent damage, the move did knock Li
Mei long enough for the swordsman to look around. "Where did that
d----- sorcerer go?"
In response, Shang Tsung mockingly waved
from the door of a skyscraper. "I'm right here, if you can catch
me." He turned, and vanished inside.
The swordsman, not about
to let the duel let up that easily, dashed in after the sorcerer.
Immediantly as he entered, a soul went flying by, courtesy of Shang
Tsung. Sol barely managed to duck, and another soon
followed.
This time, however, Sol Badguy was prepared. He
slid along the ground, activating his power, 'Grand Viper,' to
sheath the ground with flames, then uppercutted. The move connected
with Shang Tsung's chin, and the sorcerer went flying back. As Sol
walked towards him, Shang Tsung looked around.
Weapon,
weapon, wea... good enough. The sorcerer leaped up, and grabbed
the coat-of-arms hanging on the wall. Without bothering to look,
Shang Tsung held the shield behind him, and felt Sol's sword impact
it only seconds later. The sorcerer spun around, just in time to
block another attack.
Sol snarled slightly. "That will do you
no good." He slashed again, and the shield broke cleanly in two. The
sorcerer looked at it, then at Sol.
"Well done." He then
turned and ran up the stairs, Sol hot on his heels. On the second
floor, Sol caught up to the sorcerer, and he swung his sword again.
It barely missed Shang Tsung as he ducked, and swept Sol off of his
feet. He then promptly began running again.
Third floor...
fourth floor... Sol fell behind on the fifth floor, one flight of
stairs seperated him from the sorcerer. Then again, those stairs had
high, solid stone siderails, which prevented anything from seeing
through them. He burst onto the fifth floor...
To see a horde
of Naclos warriors charging at him. One of them had a distinct
Chinese voice. "Kill him!"
Sol, unfortunately, would be
slightly busy... ---
Shang Tsung crept along the seventh
floor, the building eerily quiet. The only voice he heard was a
slight crying sound. He looked around, and searched through the
many, many compartments of the building before he found what he was
looking for.
An An'Ven child. Shang Tsung smiled at this.
Perfect. Perhaps the Elder Gods really don't mind me after
all... He transformed himself into the last thing he remembered,
Sol Badguy, and picked up the kid.
His voice was almost
oilly, so smooth did it seem. "You're safe with me now, child. Where
are your parents?"
The kid seemed quite distraught. "T-the
r-roof..."
Shang Tsung smiled again. Perfect. "Let's
go see them."
And he went to the very top of the building,
where two An'ven still stood. One, a male, was using his bow to
snipe at the warriors below. Another, a female, was crying. "My
baby..."
"Mama!"
"Baby?"
"MAMA!"
"BABY!"
Shang
Tsung cringed at this incredibly sickening display of filial and
maternal piety. "Here, I have the child. The Naclos had nearly
reached him before I did."
The mother nearly smothered Shang
Tsung in a warm embrace. "How can I ever thank you?"
By
dying. "By living to raise him well."
She grabbed the
baby from Shang Tsung's arms, and ran to the male. "Honey, our
baby's safe!" The man nocked another arrow, and nodded.
"Get
him to safety. I'm not sure how much longer we can hold out
here."
Shang Tsung raised his voice slightly. "I saw a band
of An'ven fighting on the sixth floor. They might still be
there."
The mother nodded, and ran down the stairs. The
father, slightly more confident it seemed, went back to his
shooting, after a brief nod to Sol.
The sorcerer smiled, and
walked up behind him. "There was one thing I forgot to say,
sir."
"And what is that?"
Die. "Die." He
stabbed the An'Ven through with his Straight Sword, and the archer
collapsed at his feet.
"W... who are... you?"
Shang
Tsung laughed. "My name is Sol Badguy. The last thing you will ever
see."
It was. Shang Tsung reached forward, and the soul flew
into his body. The sorcerer sighed in contentment. Foolish
mortals. Souls are for sorcerers.
He turned around, and
began heading back to the staircase. However, before he could make
it, a voice boomed out. "Halt, mocker of the Most High!"
Sol
turned around, and looked. There, on another skyscraper, one floor
above Shang Tsung, was Ky Kiske. The sun was eclipsed by his frame,
and he jumped. The very floor seemed to shake on his landing, and
Sol Badguy looked impressed.
"Well well... Ky
Kiske..."
The swordsman held up his finger. "Don't you dare.
No one will forgive you after what you just did, and neither will I.
Prepare for your just retribution!" ---
[OOC]Off to Baka,
who now has to fight Sol Badguy, Fireseal and all. [/OOC]
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Luna
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:37
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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Damn, this sucks....well, at least I got rid of those
perverted pirates. Though, in the face of this carnage....I'd almost
rather be back there dealing with their inane pick-up lines. And
considering that one of the things I love about Ern is that he's
always been too mature for that crap, well....it's gotta be pretty
bad for me to feel this way.
I....
I've never seen
anything like this.
Opera swallowed hard as she stared at
the chaos engulfing Soulis'en. Even from here, the smoke from the
flames irritated her three eyes, and she could feel moisture
beginning to fill them. If her hands weren't so dirty, she'd wipe
them, but....
Sweet Tria, but all the screams are already
starting to sound the same. I can't tell one from the other....male
from female....I don't even want to know what's going on in there.
Too bad I don't have a choice about such
things.
Her throat tight with apprehension, Opera started
her reluctant trudge towards the besieged city, her legs feeling
heavier than ever. She really didn't want to go in there, but her
circumstances - and ever-so-pesky conscience - didn't give her much
of a choice in these matters.
I've seen the dead
before....I walked in the ruins of El, and saw what the Sorcery
Globe was responsible for....this shouldn't be too bad, right?
Right? Opera thought desperately. I can handle this....even
if I'm not truly prepared, I'll deal with it and move on. Don't I
always? You have to if you want to keep sane. I'm not about to let
one more horror turn me into a gibbering wreck. I'm stronger than
that.
Feeling a little more confident, she quickened her
pace, ignoring the sick sensation of grim anticipation squirming
around in her gut, ignoring her racing heart, focusing her mind on
the task at hand. As she'd done so many times before. No matter what
she saw in there....she'd be ready. She always was.
Well,
here goes nothing....
The first thing she saw as she
passed the city gates, though, was not a horror. There was smoke,
and flames, and even a few bodies scattered around - nausea rose up
in her throat at this sight - but her trio of golden eyes chose to
focus on a more welcome sight: that of a familiar, and friendly
face. It was the man she'd assisted back at the dojo, when
that....beast....demon....thing had been
attacking.
Good to see he's still all right. At least I'm
not alone here. A small bit of relief washed over Opera as she
began to make her way towards him.
Wonder if he remembers
me....?
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Aaaand, I'll just dump some votes while I'm at
it.
1 A-Vote to:
Setsuna King The
Hulk Mint Shang Tsung
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Just Some
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 05:37
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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Well,
since I have no hope of winning anyway, and dont think i'll be
around much for the next two days, just A-Vote Falcon all you want
this round.
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The
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:03
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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quote:
Originally posted by Just Some Guy Well, since I
have no hope of winning anyway, and dont think i'll be around much
for the next two days, just A-Vote Falcon all you want this round.
Very well then:
A-Vote to Captain
Falcon.
Sorry to see you go.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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San_Draco |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:06
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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In which a
catfight ensues...
Li Mei
was left without any orders or a clear purpose. So, it did what
Shang Tsung's standard order was. "Kill."
However, the street
was completely empty. No one, nothing, and certainly no souls. So,
the skeleton went searching for something to kill. In standard
undead fashion, it went travelling along the rooftops, searching for
something, anything, to kill.
And it found her. Green hair,
green outfit, whip...
And that soul. If the mummy
could have, it would have smiled. The soul was exactly the kind its
master wanted. More importantly, the woman was alone for the
moment.
So, as Rydia went walking along, not expecting any
real trouble, the skeleton leapt on her. Just in time, the summoner
ducked down to examine a collapsed warrior. He was dead, she was
not. The skeleton managed to land on its feet, its eyes glowing with
an unnatural light.
Its lips moved, as though it wanted to
say something. But, as nothing came out, it shouldered its halberd,
and attacked the woman. She stumbled back, barely managing to avoid
the weapon.
Rydia began summoning a monster, but she knew it
would be a difficult task, with an undead relentlessly attacking
her. ---
[OOC]Sorry about this, ShinkuuR, but it's only
for the upcoming duel. *nods*[/OOC]
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ShinkuuR |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:07
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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Re: Survivor X
- Round 4
quote:
Originally posted by Baka Shinkuu - ok - I have a
1-on-1 duel coming up in a bit, but we've worked out how to fit
you into it. Otherwise, no problems.
Cool. I might be done for the day in about an
hour or so, so you can play with her all you want...
Just don't let Shang Tsung get a hold of her, or all hell is
gonna break loose.
EDIT: Too late.
EDIT+: Damn, no cookie.
SRK Battle
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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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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:10
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Only
if you'd gotten all three. XD
As it stands, someone has done
that already. :S
There are bonuses for 2nd/3rd place; PM me
with the info though, and edit it out of your post.
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Amethyst |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:39
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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(Wow,
I'm late. What happens when you go braindead for five hours, and
then the boards crash just when you've thought of a post.
:P)
Amethyst pushed himself off the wall and walked towards
Maya.
"Impressive magical skills. But you don't seem to have
been to heavily trained to use them..."
She grinned. "Well,
it's mainly my Persona, Maia. Do you..." She stopped as Amethyst
whipped one hand up and pointed at the wall she was standing in
front of. A flash of purple light and a droning sound that dropped
in pitch came from the other side.
"Naclos soldier. He won't
be bothering us for..." he grinned. "...some time." The mage
beckoned Maya along one of the streets. "Come on, it's hardly safe
here."
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...And apparently I'm STILL braindead.
Anyway.
A-votes to: Captain
Falcon Jun Daisetsu Kalten (Everyone else is doing it,
and I'm not all that fond of vote burn. *shrug*)
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Soujiro
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 06:47
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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Act IV – The Memory and the Burden –
II
The skies above were dark, any sunlight obscured
by both the smoke that rose from the flames and the dark clouds,
which had only recently let up on their burst of rain. Elmdor
descended from a tall rooftop, piercing the heavy air with a battle
cry. The cut was swift and clean; through the man’s armor, the sharp
point of the Masamune dug in like a fang. Having not even pulled the
sword out, he yanked on the handle, causing both sword and corpse to
block a brutal salvo of arrows. An arrow lay buried in his own leg,
decreasing the explosive power of his attacks. He felt the life
slowly ebbing from the wound, but he could do nothing except
continue to fight. Even if he had a healing salve, there would be no
time to apply it.
“One…more!” Raising the Masamune, Elmdor
blocked a long spear’s fierce, whipping strike. The katana shrieked
down the shaft of the metal lance, pushing its sharp blade farther
off course as the Silver Noble twisted, slashing brutally across the
knight’s chest. His face and hair were flecked with blood, and his
eyes burned with resolve. Catching several deep breaths, he lashed
at an enemy at his side, severing their right arm above the elbow,
and eliciting a scream from the Naclos warrior.
As many as
come at me shall meet an end, but where am I? Where is
Daisetsu?
He ran down an alleyway, but turned around as
he heard a group of soldiers charging from the direction he’d just
come.
What now?
He reached the end of the
alleyway again only to see a soldier’s battered corpse fly like a
hurricane-tossed tree, slamming into a wall with incredible force.
On the other end of that strike stood the Lord Dorrin, his great
mace already swinging again.
“Well met!” Elmdor hollered
above the din of battle, rushing in with his own attack. A
gangly-looking Naclos fighter sent a sickle on a chain flying toward
him. He raised the blade of the Masamune, batting the sickle away.
But in a split second, the chain seemed to double up, wrapping
around his hand so that he could not release or change his grip on
the blade. The soldier’s follow-up kick arched straight into
Elmdor’s head, snapping it backward like a tropical tree in the
breeze. Elmdor said nothing, refusing to even grunt in
acknowledgement of pain. Grabbing the chain with his free hand, he
pulled it as hard as he could without compromising his balance,
sending the surprised Naclos soldier reeling
forward.
“Kenki Bakuhatsu Nami Ryu….Double Horizon
Stab!” The Masamune’s blade drove down to become almost parallel
to the bodies of both fighters. Elmdor gave another sharp pull on
the chain – this time, it propelled him forward. The blade’s
length sank through the light armor the soldier wore, sating its
whole length with blood. With a shout of exertion, Elmdor drew the
sword back into the original stance, instantly springing forward to
thrust it between the ribs, through the soldier’s heart and lung.
The body fell slack, its red life draining away on the ground as it
writhed in its last spasms.
“Ho…what have we here?” Dorrin
swung his great mace up to rest on his shoulder
momentarily.
“My name is Mesdoram Elmdor,” Elmdor replied,
almost seeming hurried. “I seek the Lord Daisetsu, and wish to join
his offensive on the front lines.” Dorrin remained quiet for a
moment, bending down to check the bodies that littered the
area.
“Say…you were the one who caused a big mess at the dojo
in Kaintor’en, right?” Dorrin spoke half-mindedly, still measuring
pulses of fallen soldiers, and raising those in the resistance whose
bodies were together enough to be brought back to
consciousness.
“It was…” Elmdor thought for a moment.
Zalera, but if I were stronger, I wouldn’t have buckled under his
pervasive influence. “…yes, it was me.” He waited for the Lord
of the White Tiger to rebuke him.
“Well, that arrow in your
leg looks pretty nasty. You’re going no such place in that kind of
shape.” He stood up and began to walk toward a cracked section of
wall, looking back after a few meters to make sure the swordsman was
following him. He was not.
“No…just tell me where Daisetsu
is,” Elmdor hesitated. “I don’t have time for your patronage.” He
was taken aback as the Lord spun around and grabbed his hand like an
iron vise. Dorrin gazed into Elmdor’s face, almost overpowering the
samurai by intimidation alone.
“I say it not of my own
patronage, but for Daisetsu. Do you think a wounded warrior could
really help what he’s doing right now?” He pulled Elmdor toward the
large wall crack he had previously been approaching, trailing the
Ivalician samurai behind him like a mother and child at the market.
“Receive healing here, then go on to help Daisetsu. It won’t take
that long.” He sighed, as Elmdor seemed to resign himself to
whatever he had in store.
“Fine…I shall do that, then.”
Dorrin let go of his wrist and stepped into the great, v-shaped hole
that pockmarked the otherwise solid-looking wall. As Elmdor entered
into it, he saw row upon row of stretchers, lined with the dead and
the dying, as well as wounded men and women bearing bows and
quivers, parts of their bodies wrapped in sterile linen gauze. “Is
this…the resistance?”
“…Yes…I suppose you could call it
that.” Dorrin’s voice bore little of its usual guarded optimism as
his eyes panned over the entirety of the place. “So many are killed
or wounded that even with our healers working constantly, the ranks
of this place seem to grow larger and larger.”
Just like
any barracks for the wounded, though most aren’t so lucky as to have
someone like him on hand to defend their hiding
place
“I’m going to make my rounds. You can take it easy
for a while, I suppose.” His sentence lingered on, as if it wasn’t
finished, but Dorrin said no more. The tall man seemed to slip in
amongst the rows of wounded, his calming voice assuring them that
they’d be alright, even though some of them wouldn’t. In that
moment, he held up his sword in the dim light, looking at the blade,
where small droplets of blood still clung. It was the Masamune…but
in this situation, would it have been better to have the Murasame,
with its healing power? He might be able to save lives, that
way…
No…the path of the healer is not the one I took. I
believed I could make a difference by fighting. That’s how I saved
lives…by taking others. Stopping those that would hurt my people
before they were able to hurt them.
Deep in thought, he
felt an uncertain nudge on his shoulder. Turning his head, he caught
sight of her…and then turned away. He tried to stand up, but now
that he had sat down, the pain of the arrow buried deep in the back
of his leg had set in. Wincing, he remained where he was, as Alma
Beoulve gingerly approached him.
“…Marquis Elmdor…” She
controlled the fear in her heart; fear not of him, but of what she
knew lay inside of him. His eyes appeared to gaze far off, into a
place that lay only within the shadow of memories. Gingerly, she sat
down on a stone staircase across from him. Those eyes…they were red,
their natural color.
“Tell me…I want to know,” she began, “I
want to know how it is you survived.” Clasping her Healing Staff
tightly in her sweaty palms, she continued. “It was something like a
dream or a vision, where I saw you fighting against my brother and
Uncle Cid. He had such a sad look in his eyes as he hit you the last
time…” Alma forced herself to recall the visionary memory, the sound
of Cid’s Excalibur as it hewed down the body of the Marquis. Elmdor
remained silent, his head hanging low, silver bangs framing his
timeworn face. Slowly, he lifted his head up to meet Alma’s gaze,
strong and yet quivering.
Don’t you fear me, Lady Beoulve?
Don’t you fear the monster I am? And yet, here we are, you and I,
met on an unlikely battlefield.
“No…you’re right,
Beoulve.” Elmdor pressed his hand to his wound, wobbling the broken
shaft of the arrow back and forth. “I did die, as surely as
you must have seen it. I felt the Excalibur’s sensational breath
once, before everything went white.” Alma drew back, a look of
puzzlement washed over her face.
“But…how are you here,
then?” She blinked, pulling her mantle around her more tightly for
protection from the encroaching cold.
“You know all too well
the power of the Lucavi, Miss Beoulve – even in death, your soul is
no longer your own.” He likewise drew his crimson cape around his
chest. His breath was starting to mist in the chilly air. “You are
no longer free. You no longer are able to choose even whether you
live or die…” His tone despondent, Elmdor took a corner of his
sleeve and wiped his forehead, damp from the sweat of
battle.
“Marquis…” Alma felt a sense of pity for the man, a
feeling she couldn’t explain. Days earlier, this man had tried to
awaken within her the Bloody Angel.
No…it wasn’t him. It
was Zalera, his sleeping curse. Just like me and Shizumaru…he
also…
“I’m no longer Marquis,” Elmdor stated. “That was a
title left behind in life, one that my brother Leonid succeeded me
in. Call me only Elmdor, for I am no greater than any man, and
perhaps much worse.”
“Okay then…Ma…I mean, Elmdor!” Alma’s
faced pipped up in a little smile as she nodded her head. Her smile
quickly faded to a look of concern as she noticed the broken arrow
bolt stuck in Elmdor’s leg. “Aaa, we’ve gotta get that injury of
yours fixed!” She stood up and approached him, even still unsure
about what to say.
Lord…if you’re there…guide my hands
She bent down to examine the wound as the silver-haired man began to
speak.
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“Say,
did Ramza ever tell you about the time he saved my life?” He gritted
his teeth as Alma poked and prodded the bolt. She nodded, replying
that word had come to her of it when she was still at Orbonne
Monastary. “The heralds do not always tell the full story,” he said.
“Words alone can’t describe the situation; a cadet seemingly turned
renegade, leading his squad to a place he shouldn’t have been. In
the aftermath of that incedent, your oldest brother Dycedarg was
furious. But you know…if Ramza hadn’t come, they might have
killed—HNNNNNGH!” Elmdor’s eyes went wide as Alma, having braced
herself, pulled the arrow from the wound. After a few seconds, his
breath returned, and he continued. “What always perplexed me was
why. Why would a Hokuten cadet come to the rescue of the Marquis of
Limberry, a state half a continent away?”
“That’s just
Ramza,” Alma replied. “That’s the way he is. He doesn’t like to
kill; doesn’t like death.” She held her hands over his wound,
whispering a magical chant. A soft, green light flowed over him,
seeming to knit muscle and bone in mere moments. “He would’ve done
it for you even if you didn’t like him.”
“Ramza Beoulve…,”
Elmdor paused, holding his breath as Alma tightened a bandage over
the wound – healed, but still emitting a small amount of blood, “I
meant to repay him somehow, but I never got around to it. Or rather,
I should say that I was too ‘busy’; too caught up in my noble-born
duties to thank him properly. He probably never even got anything
from saving my life.”
“That’s okay,” said Alma. “He never
expects to be repaid for what he does, save perhaps
money-lending.”
“The look in your eye when you speak of
Ramza; you’re very fond of him, aren’t you?” At the question, Alma’s
face became as bleak as the cityscape itself, and she fell
silent.
“I…I always worry about how he’s doing. I don’t even
know if he’s alive, right now. So many people who were close to me
have been taken away, if Ramza were to go too, I don’t know…” her
eyes began to moisten as she sat beside the older man.
“In
this world, it is a fact that we lose those we love,” Elmdor began.
“Even in life, I did not recognize those few who were so dear to me
until I died and left them alone. That is the blessing and the curse
of it all – one has something truly great, something truly worth
keeping in this world, but they don’t realize the value of what they
have until it’s been lost.” He leaned back against a large wooden
crate, breathing in the heavy air of the city.
“Alma.” His
voice had a new ring to it, more commanding. The young Miss Beoulve
turned to look into his face. Truly, he was a handsome man. Even in
his late thirties, he had aged much more gracefully than many men
she knew. “It’s those things, the things most dear to you, which
‘they’ will wield toward your undoing.” His face was deadly serious,
and as she looked down at his rolled-up sleeves, she saw the scars
his arms bore. “Perhaps you’ve heard stories about my campaigns
during the 50-Year war from Orlandu or your father; how I fought
with the fury of an ogre, or how I was a man without fear. Much of
it is true, but there is one thing I was afraid of.” He waited for a
certain response from Alma, receiving it.
“What was the thing
you were afraid of?”
“Simply this – that upon my deathbed, I
would come to the realization that I had not truly lived. But that
fear was enough; enough for Zalera to worm his way inside me, where
he lives even still.” He lifted his hand, pushing aside Alma’s bangs
from her forehead. “Harden your heart, Alma Beoulve – but only the
outside. Do not let what is inside you control you by being too
slack, or too tight…or you will end up in the same sad straits as I
have; a man who wishes only for death, but cannot die.”
“To
not die…I wish so many times that I could give that gift to
everyone,” Alma pondered, looking at her palms, those palms of an
ordinary girl who always regretted that she could not do more.
“Death is horrible; it takes away the people we love…”
“Alma
Beoulve, I have something to request of you.” Elmdor’s whole being
looked tired, both mentally and physically, as he felt her arm brush
by his. “Zalera…he will likely return, and when he does, I may be
overcome and lose control of my body again. And next time, he has
enough power in him to make what happened at the dojo look like
childrens’ fireworks. I have asked Amethyst to battle Zalera, should
that happen, but to you, I want to delegate a responsibility greater
still.” Alma felt her stomach turn as she felt the weight of another
person about to be added to her shoulders. “Alma, if I am truly
consumed…I want you to kill me.”
“I…I can’t do that…” she
stuttered, eyes wide. “…no way I could kill you.”
“Please…”
his hand slowly rubbed her shoulder, perhaps a memory of a daughter
or sister he never had, “one can’t call what I have ‘living’ – it is
a sad, lonely existence, a mocking shadow of the life I knew.” He
felt a lump forming in his throat; fought to control it. “Be brave,
Alma – I know you are. You survived the horror of Riovannes, even
while your brother fought me on the rooftop…no…fought Zalera. He
called your name, there… You heard the screams, saw them die deaths
grislier than mortal men can bestow, and you knew then…in that
moment, perhaps, you knew who you were, when fear stripped all false
things away. In that way, fear is beneficial; it shows us what we
are truly made of.”
“I want to be brave…I want to be brave
for Ramza, and Teta…for Shizumaru and Mint, and everyone who depends
on me…” A light rain had started to fall in the city, splashing all
those who were not under a shelter. But out in the rain, the
princess and the ogre continued to converse.
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Over to you, Tenshi. With a pencil between your buttcheeks,
you can outwrite this terrible sleep-inducing post.
T_T
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New College Grad! Whoo!
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"Firaga!"
The magical fire spell enveloped the
skeleton in an awe inspiring blaze, but as the spell finished she
could still see the skeleton's unfazed form though the smoldering
ashes.
And it was coming closer.
"What I wouldn't give
for a life spell right now..." she said meekly as she tried to
retreat from the monster, only to fall on the corpse of a dead
soldier. She turned around to see the skeleton standing right on top
her, halberd raised to deliver the killing blow.
"You
know, I can save you right now. Your meager human life can still
have some value if you surrender your will to
me."
"I...will never..."
"Oh well. Your
loss. Worthless being."
"....Sho?" The
seriousness of her situation suddenly hit Rydia as the halberd
started its path towards her
heart.
"NOOOOO!!!!"
Suddenly a giant force of power
came forth from Rydia's body, throwing the undead creature some ten
feet away. Her body then started floating in the air surrounded by
an aura so bright that everyone in the city was aware of its
presence. Her eyes opened and stared at the pathetic creature, her
pupils disappearing into nothingness.
"Demon, if you wish to harm this vessel, you will
have to go through the King of Dragons first!"
I almost forgot A Votes... A-Vote to Captain
Falcon A-Vote to Opera A-Vote to Dorrin
...And I'm done
for the day. San_Draco, Baka, have fun!
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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Yuri Hyuga I -
Multiple Man
"Would
somebody..." Yuri snarled, smashing a clawed fist into a hastily
raised shield, "tell me already," he continued, dodging a sword
thrust aimed at his stomach, "what the hells we're doing
here?"
The armoured soldier drew his sword back again,
raising his shield as Yuri's repeating kicks hammered into it, then
slashed outwards as the fighter dropped back. The sword lashed
across his leg; yelping in pain, Yuri landed on the uninjured leg
and crouched low, then used the coiled strength in that leg to throw
himself upwards and into the air. The knight, being encumbured by
heavy armour and weaponry, wasn't trained against air attacks; he
slashed wildly at nothing before the Harmonixer brought a heavy
double fist on top of the man's helmet.
Yuri wasn't overly
familiar with Christianity, a major religion in the west but not in
the countries he had lived in during his years of wandering. China
was Buddhist, Confucian and Taoist. Japan followed Zen, Buddhism and
Shinto beliefs. Russia was largely Orthodox, an offshoot of the
religion of the European mainland, but Yuri had paid little
attention to his faith as a child and even less
afterwards.
Most of what he knew came from an annoyingly
perky little churchgirl, who split her faith between caring for all
others no matter their crimes and belting monsters around the head
with an oversized bible. And that wasn't much; he'd half expected to
go into this battle against religious zealots who wailed out hymns
of battle as they smote mightily and burst into cross-shaped
explosions of light on death.
That wasn't the case. The
knights who stormed through the city were as any other men; they
bled, they swore, they died. They choked back tears as their wounds
inflicted unending pain upon them, or when a comrade fell with none
able to save him. Most of them didn't even know why they were being
made to attack this city, why they had to bring their swords down on
the people living in peace until forced otherwise. They just took
their orders from those in command, did what they had to, killed and
were killed because some righteous pillock of a lord forced
to.
Just like they were.
The knight staggered back as
Yuri landed, blood streaming from underneath his helmet and into his
neck; he bellowed like a bull as he seized the sword's hilt with
both hands and swung it blindly. There was no focus in the eyes
staring through metal slits; Yuri's blow had blinded him. He dropped
to the ground as the great blade swung overhead, snatching at the
abandoned shield, using it to block a savage blow as the knight
heard the movement from below. Throwing the chunk of metal as a
distraction as Yuri bolted backwards, it clattered off the knight's
chest and dropped misshapen to the ground.
Shaking his head,
the Russian waited until the knight's blade had swung past and then
grabbed it near the hilt, clamping a metal-lined glove down on the
razor steel. His second hand smashed forwards, claws penetrating the
chain armour, sharpened points seeking and finding the man's heart.
The knight stiffened up, sword clattering from his hand, and Yuri's
look was almost regretful as he removed the claws and the soldier
crashed to the ground.
"You couldn't find another way?" a
voice rumbled from a short distance away. It came from a giant of a
man, green skinned, ignoring pretty much every attack coming his way
and smashing soldiers together with brute force. The sound of
shattering metal was fairly awe-inspiring as the knights dropped to
the ground and lay in misshaped heaps.
"You think I had a
choice?" Yuri shot back, picking his way across the rubble and
dodging incoming arrows as they rained down from buildings gutted by
fire. "Some of us can't heal in an instant from wounds, Hulk, or hit
someone so fucking hard they land in a different country! Sometimes
there's no other way than to take a life!"
The behemoth
paused for a moment, eyes flickering as some internal conflict took
place, then idly picked a sword out of a knight's hand and bent it
into a arc. "My name is Banner. I would prefer it if you called me
that." Looking into the distance, Banner drew the bent sword back
and hurled it into the distance; moments later there was an almighty
crash as the bent steel smashed into an archer's face and knocked
him backwards off a low balcony.
"Banner, Hulk, whatever!"
The Harmonixer snatched a few rocks from the ground, hurling them
into the distance in an attempt to copy the giant's move. They
didn't even cross half the distance. "Fact is, we can't all play
nicely with these grunts and cower behind invincibility! For us
normal people, sometimes it comes down to kill or be
killed!"
Banner snorted in disgust as he bent to the earth,
ripping a vast chunk of stone from the ground, lifting it in a
makeshift shield as he braced it against a building to protect the
people cowering inside. "You say that, Yuri, against a blinded
opponent who was in no position to attack anyone? He could not see;
he couldn't have killed anyone without being able
to."
"Sometimes you can hurt people without being in control
of yourself, Banner," Yuri snorted, hauling a few shurikens from a
coat pocket and throwing them haphazardly at an approaching pair of
lancers. The tiny blades were no threat at all to the
massively-armoured fighters, but they were enough of a distraction
as the Harmonixer charged them. "I reckon you know that too,
huh?"
One man went down hard as Yuri slid across the ground
and belted his knuckles into his knees, already under stress from
the massive weight of his armour. As his partner yelled out and
smashed his lance down at the fistfighter, on top of the toppled man
and punching his helmet, Yuri rolled out of the way and the heavy
blade crunched through the tempered steel breastplate of his fallen
comrade.
"Donos... no! I'll kill you for that!" the other
lancer snarled, whipping his massive blade in a circle and striking
deep grooves in the ground. Yuri couldn't even get close; he tried
picking a fallen sword from the ground despite no familiarity with
the archaic weapon, and swore as it was batted out of his hands by
the spinning polearm. He hurled himself backwards in an attempt to
escape, yelped as a building met his back, didn't have the space to
dodge aside as spinning death came for him -
- and stopped to
clatter harmlessly to the ground as the green giant smashed a fist
into the lancer's side; throwing him to the ground, gasping for
breath as his armour dented inwards and pressed down on his lungs.
Moments later his helmet was flung upwards as Yuri snarled and leapt
onto his body, then he removed one of his fighting claws and belted
the man in the head with bare knuckles alone. He went out like a
light.
"Better?" Yuri asked sardonically, thumbing down at
the fallen lancer, blood oozing from his nose but otherwise intact
and alive. They'd cleared the area of foot soldiers between them,
leaving only archers to sporadically spit death from the skies. Most
of the locals were under cover by now; Yuri was good enough to dodge
them and they simply bounced off Banner's muscled body.
"A
little," the behemoth replied, focusing inwards for a short time and
then changing form; much like Yuri himself. A normal-looking man
reappeared, craning his neck and adjusting glasses on his nose. "But
just because you didn't kill doesn't mean you saved lives, Yuri. To
do that means stopping this war, one way or another."
The
Harmonixer coughed as he dropped to one knee, gasping for air from
his recent efforts. "What the hells are you talking about? We don't
have any say in this, any more than these poor bastards did! We get
kidnapped by a man with a mission and get told to fight his enemies
- if he's got the power of a god or whatever, why can't he fight
them himself?"
Banner stared into the distance, moving into
cover as the arrow rain still came down. "I don't know, although I
have a few theories of my own. What matters at the moment, however,
is taking this fight to those in control. Somewhere out there is
Daisetsu's enemy, the enemy of all our 'Lords'."
Yuri nodded,
seeing the point. Like the Japanese army had started to take control
of the continent back home, by striking at the leaders and
figureheard and mopping up the resistance armies. True, the Japanese
had greater numbers anyway, but the strategy was the main point in
China's ongoing defeat. "So, what, you going to do something about
it?"
The man shook his head. "Not me. Much as I would wish
otherwise, I am needed here. You."
Yuri blinked. "ME?!? Are
you totally out of your head? If that idiot with the pet phoenix
can't handle the enemy, what the hells am I supposed to be able to
do to him?"
Banner's laughter echoed through the city block,
half amused and half resigned about the brown-clothed man before
him. "You think that I know? I don't. But at the very least, you can
find out what's going on. I've seen you take on other forms, kid -
I'm sure one of them can get outside the city and get a chance to
drop in on our unwelcome guests."
Heh. I think the Jolly
Green Giant here's got more faith in me than he should have. But
hell, what have I got to lose that isn't at risk already? My life?
My sanity? My soul?
"Alright, alrighty, I get the
picture," Yuri muttered, rising again from the broken floor. Moments
later his cry of pain preceded the familiar flash of light, and the
Tornado rose into the air on yellow-feathered wings. Not a moment
too soon; more soldiers were closing in on the area, archers taking
positions on the walls and aiming both at Yuri's aerial form and the
human Banner far below. "You sure you can handle this?" he warbled
through a hard beak as he winged into the distance.
The man
nodded as he concentrated once more, growing in size, taking on the
form once more of the green behemoth as the army approached him and
standing like Goliath made real. "Trust me. Go."
Alrighty,
Dai - let's see what's going on outside the battleground you people
forced us onto.
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Yuri is currently flying over
the city in the form of the Tornado Fusion - basically a human-sized
bird with wind elemental attacks and slashing claws on its long
legs. Feel free to use me in posts, if not he'll be heading for the
outskirts of the city.
Hope you don't mind me having Banner
take the Hulk's form, Bowling Pin, but your description said the
Professor could remain in control. And I figured he's transform in
order to protect himself and have the strength to stop a bunch of
people without killing them. If you tell me what you want changing,
I'll do so.
A-Votes to Kalten, Jun, Dorrin (kicking the Lords
in the knackers is popular, isn't it) and Captain Falcon. Sorry to
see you go, JSG.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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Grab your asses and run!
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Quick
vote dump.
A-Vote to Daisetsu A-Vote to
Kalten A-Vote to Jun (Dammit... Dorrin's getting pummeled.
And I don't exactly want those damage points! ><
)
A-Vote to Captain Falcon (Aww... ;_; Bye bye,
JSG...)
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Vincent idly noticed the streets in complete disarray,
filled with the sounds of explosions everywhere and cries from the
dying. Vincent noticed all the sniper archers up the roofs of the
buildings, and he plastered himself against one of the city walls,
carefully watching the soldiers carefully walk up and down the alley
streets. Brushing back strands of hair in his eyes, Vincent gripped
the Death Penalty in his hand tightly, and turned to shoot at the
two soldiers walking towards him.
Releasing quick shots from
the Death Penalty, the soldiers had no idea what hit them, and
crumpled to the ground, blood seeming through their uniform and onto
the paved street. The shells of the bullets fell to the ground with
a clink, and Vincent lowered his right arm and walked over closer to
the dead soldiers to confirm where he shot.
Not bad, Valentine. You’re getting the shot you used to
have while a member of the Turks.
Looking up into
the roofs of the buildings, Vincent quickly scanned and saw no signs
of sniper archers. Holstering his gun a moment, Vincent bent at the
knees to get a closer look at the corpses, and noticed nothing worth
taking from the soldier’s fallen bag that spilled out onto the paved
cobble. Standing up, Vincent felt a sense behind him and turned
around hastily, bringing his gun arm up to face the head of whoever
he faced.
There, the same three-eyed woman eyed Vincent and
the gun that was pointed directly at her head when Vincent turned
around. The two eyed each other a moment, before Vincent finally
lowered his arm and re-holstered the gun.
Not bad. You would have gotten that third eye of hers
had you shot.
Quickly looking behind him, Vincent
once again saw no notice of the snipers atop the skyscrapers, and
Vincent fixed his gaze onto the woman before him.
She was able to defeat Rofacale while you were not. Say
anything for strength, Valentine?
Be quiet,
Chaos.
The awkward moment seemed to take its time between
the blonde woman and Vincent, before he spoke up softly, “...I want
to thank you for helping me out with Rofacale.”
Blinking a
few times with all three eyes, the woman leaned back on her back leg
and smiled at Vincent, nodding, “Hey, no problem. It's not like I
could just stand around and watch that thing destroy
everyone.”
Vincent looked over he shoulder and saw a flicker.
He quickly grabbed the Death Penalty form the holster and used the
butt of his gun to steer the woman into the wall where Vincent was
hiding before. She quickly followed him, not resisting too much
besides the first initial surprise. The two quickly hid behind the
corner of an alley way, and Vincent pressed his back against the
wall, before turning his head out from the street and back at the
blonde woman.
Remind you of anyone,
Valentine?
….No.
“Perhaps we should
introduce ourselves,” Vincent began with a head nod, “Vincent
Valentine.”
“Opera Vectra.”
She extended a hand out to
Vincent, who looked down at it a moment, holstered his gun, and
shook it loosely before she started again, “Nice to meet you, though
I can't help but wish it were under better
circumstances.”
Looking back towards the direction of the top
of the buildings, Vincent resisted a chuckle and nodded solemnly,
“It seems nothing in this place has any good
circumstances.”
“Too true. Things just seem to be getting
worse and worse.” Opera matched the nod, and suddenly Vincent tensed
up and peeked around the corner and up at the buildings, noticing
more flickers of heads from the snipers that carefully crawled on
the roofs of the buildings.
Let’s see
the good shot, Valentine. Impress the woman with the high heels and
high cut skirt and low cut shirt. You know she looks like the
straight haired version of you know who.
Growling
to Chaos, Vincent aimed carefully at the sniper, squinting his eyes
to get the best shot that he could, and waited for more than a
hairful of sniper to peek over the edge of the roof. Vincent watched
the sniper now show his entire face, his crossbow in hand, and
Vincent fired before the sniper could.
A momentarily silence
followed the shock of the sniper falling from the building, and
hitting the ground with more than a bone crunching sound. Vincent
whirled out into the open area of the street, his gun pointed at the
direction of the building he was just pressed up against, and saw no
sniper there. Looking over at the blonde woman’s direction, Vincent
nodded his head, and she walked over to him, eyeing his handiwork at
the fallen sniper.
“Nice shot. You seem pretty handy with
that thing.” Opera smiled at him, and Vincent kept looking at the
tops of the buildings.
“It’s been grained into me to fire a
gun,” Vincent said off-handedly before turning his attention to the
grand gun Opera was using, “Although perhaps on a more smaller scale
than yours.”
“Ah, this?” Opera looked down at the
Kaleidoscope and smirked, “Well, this baby comes with a lot of
special features. Made it myself, actually.”
Impressed,
Vincent scanned over the weapon, noting the finely tuned weapon was
something pretty sturdy, “It's finely crafted. Professionally
done.”
A man of few words,
always.
Make me a weapon as fine as that one and I’ll
reconsider.
“Thanks.” Opera beamed and patted the
Kaleidoscope with her hand lightly, “I've always liked working with
machines. Heck, I could customize that thing for you if you're
interested....shouldn't be too hard.”
The two of them looked
down at the Death Penalty Vincent will still gripping in his hand,
and he brought it up, opening his palm. The weapon lay gently in his
hand, the detailed engravings on the handle no longer sparkled with
the silver it once was, and Vincent noticed a few places on the
barrel of the gun were stained with dots of dark brown.
“Get
them!” Jerking around to face the oncoming soldier that had turned
the streets, Vincent fired two shots into him, and he crashed back,
his body hitting the street with more than plenty momentum to crack
his skull. Vincent and Opera stood, holding their breath, waiting to
see if any more forces would be coming their way.
After the
moment, Vincent relaxed his gun arm and turned to face Opera, “Thank
you, Miss Opera. Perhaps when the time is slightly less
tense...”
Opera waved her hand with a smile, “My pleasure,
just be sure to remind me. And you can just call me Opera, Vin....no
need for formality.”
Vin? That’s a new
one. Can I call you “Val”? Or how about just “Tin?” Maybe “Rin
Tin-Tin” will work for you.
Shuttup
Chaos.
“Thank you then, Opera. It could use a tune-up,
I'm sure...”
Vincent started to step beside Opera, but was
interrupted by the sudden look of shock of her face.
“No
problem. Whoa, don't move!” Faster than Vincent possibly imagined,
opera brought her weapon to just centimeters above Vincent’s head,
who managed to duck before the blast fired, a scream calling from
the falling sniper that Opera hit. The sudden blast shook the area,
and the sniper twitched a few times on the ground before going
completely limp.
Sidestepping, and springing back up to the
fallen sniper, Vincent glared in the direction of the rooftops,
annoyed with himself that he didn’t check the building again,
“Snipers…”
“War seems to bring out the worst in people.”
Opera sighed and lowered her weapon down, Vincent giving the
rooftops another scan before facing Opera again, and she continued,
“The cowardly instinct to attack from behind being one of
them.”
“Or brings out the true form of a person.” Vincent
remarked, darting his eyes between the blonde woman and the
street.
Nicely said, Rin Tin-Tin. Maybe
you should give a peek into yourself more often. You know, let the
‘demons’ inside of you make an encore. I’m sure this woman would
like to know a ‘truer’ side to yourself, do you not think
so?
Perhaps if the ‘demons’ inside me were not such
heckling forms, I would bring them out more often.
Oh, Rin Tin-Tin, I felt the burn on that
one.
“Exactly.” Opera nodded in agreement, eyeing
the area alongside Vincent, “You don't seem to really see what a
person is till they're put in rough - to put it lightly -
situations.”
Nodding, Vincent saw a glimpse of a sniper, and
swiftly brought his gun arm to shoot, but missed his target. Vincent
growled to himself, opening the chamber of his gun and brought out a
new cartridge from his belt and reloaded the Death Penalty. He gave
the chamber a spin around before it locked into place, and Vincent
cocked the gun in his right hand, holding it with a firm
grip.
“Anything that brings out the raw emotion of a
person... may not be the prettiest of things to see.” Vincent added,
this time looking behind him incase of a sudden ambush from
soldiers.
“No, no it isn't. People can do pretty stupid
things while emotional.” Opera sighed again, and seemed to sink back
into her own thoughts, nearly slapping her forehead with a memory.
She must have a habit of following
loved ones blindly.
Who are you to judge?
I receive certain… oh, ‘brain waves’ if you will, and
hers is following someone she loves to the ends of what planet she
is from. Sound a little
familiar?
…
-*-*-*-*-*
Continued....
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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Baka
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 4:2 -
Soul Dealer / Nothing out of the Ordinary
Sol.. how could you sink so far...
"How
could you.. how could you do that?" Anger welled up inside Ky, his
heart beating faster. "You killed.. you killed him?" 'Sol' grinned,
leering down at the corpse. "Yeah, and I'd do it again. What's your
beef, Kiske?"
Ky wasted no more time. Pulling the Fuuraiken
from his belt, he powered it up, charging the blade with
electricity, then flipped into the air, an arc of lightning scything
from his blade. 'Sol' jumped back, flame flashing into existance to
block Ky - using the momentum from his lightning blasts, Ky flipped
backwards, stretching his legs upwards to just miss the flames
licking at him. Bouncing off the wall, Ky aimed a kick at his
opponent, connecting and swinging the Fuuraiken round to slice at
his legs, but 'Sol' jumped up, then slammed his fist into the
ground. The floor erupted in flames, flinging Ky away. He hit the
floor at a run, doubling round to attack again - dropping into a
sliding kick followed up by a slash upwards with the blade - his
opponent jumped out of the way, laughing - laughing! - and
unleashing a blast of flame towards Ky.
Staggering back,
flames licking at his clothes, Ky frowned. Something was wrong here,
but his hatred - his rising passion and his need to stop Sol from
doing worse was fogging his memory. Something about a sword... yes,
that was right.. Ky's eyes narrowed, as he pulled the Fuuenken from
his belt. Sol was too powerful for Ky now - he needed more strength!
Flames licked his blade as he crossed the two swords infront of him.
"Time to taste some of your own medicine, Sol!" Charging forward, Ky
smashed into 'Sol', knocking him backwards. His opponent just raised
his sword in time, stopping Ky's blade - and Ky's eyes
widened.
Two.. fireseals?
His opponent took
full advantage of his moment of confusion, flaring fire into Ky's
face, knocking him to the ground. Grinning, 'Sol' twirled his blade
and pointed it at Ky's face. "Had enough yet, Kiske?" he grinned,
squeezing the handle. Fire shot down the blade, hitting the floor
where Ky had been a second ago. Ky launched himself off the ground,
elbow smashing into 'Sol's face. Both swords swung around, cutting
into his opponent, before another blast of fire sent him reeling
back. "SOL!" Ky growled, running forward again - fire met fire, and
lightning shot through, slicing into his opponent's shoulder.
Both fireseals grated - Both Fireseals? A feeling of
terror shot through Ky, his image of the situation shattering in one
blow. "Who... are.. you?" Sol threw his head back, laughing. "Who
are you?"
Ky looked up, his eyes burning with rage. "You.."
Kick! "..Aren't.." Slash! "...Sol!" Lightning and fire crackled from
his blades, smashing into his opponent - who wasn't there
anymore.
"Enough is enough. Let's end this, Kiske." - and Ky
screamed as something hit him from behind - his body refused to
move, and he could feel... something... leave him. Sagging forward
suddenly, he span - to see Shang Tsung, laughter plain on his face.
"To think, the commander of the Holy Order, taken in by something
simple as this? Oh, it will be fun to play with you, Kiske, then
take your too-righteous soul." Ky growled. "Shang Tsung.. you demon.
I know you now for what you are - and you shall not fool me
again!" Tsung laughed once more. "Fool you? I wouldn't dream of
it. What I have in mind is far more entertaining..."
With
that, Shang Tsung began to change. "With just a taste of ones soul,
Ky, I can assume their form." Blonde hair... "I can adopt their
fighting style." White cloak.. "I know their drives, their memory,
their ambitions." The sword in his hand changed as well,
lengthening, changing.
And then there were two Holy Knights
in the room, identical to the last detail.
"Ky Kiske... why
don't you look through the mirror? What is it like, I wonder - to
face yourself?"
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A-vote to Mal'Gamis (Fair's
fair) A-vote to Falcon (shame )
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Trying
not to lose control of himself and let Chaos take over again,
Vincent began walking into the inner areas of the street, and
stopped a moment, turning his head ever so gently behind him to see
if Opera was going to follow him or not.
Noticing Vincent’s
sudden move and silence, Opera hopped up to Vincent’s side, and the
two began walking as she spoke up uneasily, “Something wrong? I hope
I'm not being too much of a downer. Last thing we need is to get too
depressed here.”
Vincent felt as if he could feel Chaos snort
in a chuckle inside of him. Vincent shook his head towards the
blonde in reply, “...Nothing is wrong. Just fighting the 'inner
self' shall I say.”
Clever.
I am to please,
Chaos.
“Ah, I see...” Opera nodded, giving Vincent a
reassuring smile patting him cautiously on his right shoulder,
“Fought a few battles like that myself. Just hang in there, whatever
you're dealing with....I'm sure it'll pass.”
A quick moment
flashed by before Opera continued, “We all go through our bad
phases, after all.”
For the first time this tournament,
Vincent couldn’t hold back a smile.
“Tell me that after
thirty years of doing 'fighting.'”
Opera was shocked, and
even stopped her pace with Vincent and looked at him, her lips
slightly parted in disbelief, and color suddenly rushing to her
cheeks, “Thirty....years?”
Opera stepped closer to Vincent
now, the same look still on her face, “Er....I hope this won't sound
as bad as my mind is screaming at me that it does, but you don't
look like you've even been around that long, much less been
'fighting' for that length of time.”
Holding back a chuckle,
the smile on Vincent’s face grew a little more, “Judging me already,
Miss Opera?”
Vincent noticed the hesitant look on Opera’s
face, and the smile on Vincent’s face stayed a moment before
disappearing altogether, removing his gaze from Opera’s awe-struck
face to the inner city street, “I am only in a second lifetime, and
staying this way until the end of time.”
“No, no, not
judging! Just....oh boy.” Opera hastily tried to recover herself,
but ended up lowering her head slightly, and rubbing her forehead,
just above her eye, “I've gone and stuck my foot in my mouth,
haven't I? High heels and all. I didn't mean to....look, I was just
trying to piece things together here, okay? You
look....well....things didn't seem to match up, all right? I'm sorry
if I offended you.”
She winced, and wouldn’t look up at
Vincent, a terribly flush came over her face. Vincent resisted the
second smile of the tournament, and shook his head, “Don't worry,
Miss Opera. You are not the first.”
Or
the last.
“Eeesh, that doesn't make it any
better!” She grimaced, closing her eyes and giving her head a shake.
Opera looked back up at Vincent, the rose color creeping back into
her cheeks, and she sighed, “Really, sorry about that. I should know
better than to try to and assess people based on the outer
image....”
Vincent stopped a moment and stepped in front of
Opera, raising his left arm up and the clink between metal and arrow
met Vincent’s claw. He turned gracefully towards the direction of
the sniper, and shot, hitting him squarely in the head. The crossbow
left the sniper’s dead fingers and fell to the ground with a
clattering noise. Vincent eyed the rest of the rooftops, but nothing
else seemed out of place.
“Then I assume you get more than
your fair share about your eye.” Vincent commented, looking at Opera
at a profile angle.
Opera laughed nervously, trying not to
blush to the point her cheeks would be forever plastered in red,
“Yeah....I remember when Claude realized that I wasn't from Expel
just by looking at me. I was actually surprised, silly as that
sounds. Not sure why....”
Nodding, Vincent held up his left
hand, flexing the ‘fingers’ of his claw, “As I with this claw of
mine.”
Opera studied it a moment before speaking, “I'm
tempted to ask where you got that, just out of idle curiosity, but
I'll refrain if you're not comfortable talking about
it.”
Pausing, Vincent flexed the ‘fingers’ again, before
bringing his arm down to his side with a sigh, “…Maybe in another
time.”
Nodding in agreement, Opera gave Vincent a comforting
look, “All right, no pressure. Like I said, if you don't feel
comfortable....that's fine.”
Nodding in thanks, Vincent
turned his attention from the three-eyed woman back into the inner
streets, carefully marking his way through the city. In the back of
his mind, he wondered why Chaos was now
silent.
-*-*-*-*
*squipples
Luna*
1 A-Vote
to: Dorrin Daisetsu
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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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: Chrono Cross - Frozen Flame
The fuck is this shit Bruce?! Gonna let that dude
punk you out?!
...in a way, he had a point you
know.
Right, right...but if you have
ambition, you can do anything. Right, I know, I say it proudly, but
shit, sometimes you need to lay down the law.
I can
understand him... but I'll start saving people my own
way.
Like fighting everyone's battles
for everybody?! I don't care how big you are! You're gonna have to
keep to yourself sometimes, 'cause that's all you can do!
And you wanted me to knock him out?
Well, he stepped up, and it became our business.
That's different.
Okay, okay, whatever. The point
is...
Bruce felt a tug at his leg; two orphans, young
boys whose homes were destroyed, now merely clinging on to
life.
"MISTER, YOU GOTTA GIVE US SOME FOOD!!!" they yelled.
Bruce turned his head and looked down.
Shit! ... No food, and we ain't got a dime to our
names! The Ebony we have is worthless
here!
"Alright kids. Let's go look for some grub,
hm?"
***
Dodging every scuffle in between, Bruce
carried the kids off to a home that had been abandoned, but still
not looted. He found, in its small kitchen, a loaf of
bread.
"Hey, kids, you're just in luc-"
They decimated
it.
"...cute. But I don't know how safe it is here. You might
want to find shel-"
The boys grabbed the knives still on the
dinner table, and lunged it in front of Bruce's
chest.
"Gi...gi...give us your mone..." The orphans
sputtered. A most horrifying event is to see children forced by the
cynicism and wrecklessness of others into adulthood.
FUCK! The tykes get help from us and this is what
they pay us back with?! I say take them out,
NOW!
Bruce grabbed the unused Ebony dollars in his
pocket and gave them all to the boys, hoping they'd be satisfied.
"I hope that's enough. ... Can you let me go now?" The kids
were preoccupied with their loot, so Bruce let himself
out.
That was disgusting! I would've
knocked those bitches out!
"Hold it." Bruce stood
firmly in front of the doorway; a man stood before him, whom at his
feet laid the body of a soldier who was rushed down and was dragged
along.
...K'? No, not
him...
"Let me through. I sense...children in
pain. I recognize this well." Setsuna walked methodically into the
abandoned home, and kneeled before the young boys. "What is
that...you have in your hands?" He opened his right hand to them,
and motioned for them to give up their knives.
"Wh-wh-...who
are you?" one asked. Firmly grasping the knives in his hands, he
tossed them away.
"You're confused, aren't you? Feeling
lost, aren't you? The both of you, young, innocent
children..."
Setsuna unsheathed his blade.
"But your
souls are still black." He sliced the boys into two with one swipe.
"It helps that their constitution was weakened, that it
did."
Bruce rushed back in once he heard the sharp ting
of Setsuna's sword.
"...THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Banner's hands
grabbed Setsuna by the neck, a reflex of his utter rage, but the
swordsman parried it with his blade. After kicking Banner across the
room, Setsuna gathered the souls of the boys into his body.
"Demon-esque." Setsuna turned back to see Bruce, no longer
pinned to the wall. "Hmm." He sidestepped, and saw the Hulk's
gigantic green fist move past him in a fashion similar to a speeding
bullet train. The Hulk rammed into the support beams of the little
house, and planned for it to collapse. Setsuna charged Hulk, his
blade now ignited with pure electricity. The Hulk grabbed the sword
and pulled on it, bringing Setsuna along with him.
...I
don't care if I kill him!
HULK...PISSED!!!
The Hulk wrapped his
massive hands around Setsuna, and slammed him against the floor. He
then took his large foot and firmly planted it on Setsuna,
effectively pinning him to the floor.
Green guy...take your hand and sway it across the
roof and the floor. This bitch is gonna eat barbeque.
The Hulk's hands now glew with the Kusanagi flames, and
following Kyo's advice, Hulk lit the house on fire.
Now we pin him down and wait...till this fire makes
the motherfucker CHOKE.
"...what a childish
tactic." Setsuna mustered up all of his energy into lifting the
Hulk's foot, and giving him enough leeway to speedily roll out of
the burning house. "And I've wasted enough time on you. Don't
maintain a false sense of security; demons never let go of what they
latch onto!"
In a flash, Setsuna disappeared, and the Hulk
merely stood as the home collapsed on itself in
flames.
What a disappointment...
A purple
music box, hidden in the thatched roof, descended into the Hulk's
open hand unexpectedly.
What is this?
Bruce
tapped in, and left the flaming ruins (which was, amidst the battle,
an ignorable, not totally unexpected scene) with it in his hands.
Upon examination, he found that there was no key; he opened it and
realized that there was a ring-shaped depression next to the
motor.
...I wonder-
Bruce stuck his amethyst
ring into it, and the music box began to play a
tune...
Cue song: Final Fantasy II - The Rebel
Army.
"I recognize this theme," said the Professor, "as
The Legend, a piece of classical music." The Professor looked
at his large green hands. "Well what do you know..."
Hey,
I didn't tap out!
It seems that
certain melodies can draw out our personalities. A very interesting
discovery. I'll ponder it later, but into our own
mind.
The Professor tapped out to Banner, as dumb
founded of the discovery as everyone else.
***
"Sol, I
certainly hope you didn't mind that little pit stop on my
behalf."
"No prob. I mean, fuck. Did you go and eat
some childrens again?"
"Yeah, you know me."
"You're...
a bad dude."
***
"HIYA!!! JUSTICE SUPERSTAR MAY LEE'S
HERE, AND SHE'S GOTTA DEAL FOR ALL...OF...YOU!!! HEE HEE, LET'S PLAY
AN A-VOTE GAME!!!" The Korean superstar popped a fried chicken leg
into her mouth, and started to devour it post haste. "*smack* THE
NEXT TWO POSTERS *chew* WILL GET A-VOTES *smack* UNLESS THEY CAN
CORRECTLY ANSWER *chomp* THIS TRIVIA QUESTION!!!"
In
which team does May Lee join up in King of Fighters
2001?
"WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! IT'S ABOUT ME! TIME TO GO;
I NEED TO LAY THE JUSTICE SMACKDOWN ON THESE
BITCHES!!!"
***
A-Vote! Opera! R-Vot...wait a
second, we ain't got none of that shit here. A-Vote!
Setsuna! A-Vote! Dorrin! [Fry bitch, fry!]
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 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Setsuna slowly got up, his whole body trembling and
having a hard time focusing his sight on things around him. His
shaking hand could barely grab ahold of his sword, as he got to his
feet. Even when he stood up, he found himself hard pressed to keep
balance, and he felt an empty feeling in his chest.
"Curse
you, Mal'Genis! You may have harnessed my power this time...but just
you watch! I'll consume so many souls that next time, you shall find
it terribly hard to absorb my powers again!"
Setsuna listened
to a noise behind him. A soldier was charging at him with his raging
sword, and attempted to swipe at Setsuna, but he grabbed the blade
between his index and his thumb.
"So, you incompetent
weakling, you attempt to strike me down? Raging idiot! Behold your
mortal weakness, weakling!"
Setsuna ran his sword through the
soldier's midsection, and then kicked him away, leaving behind a
trace of blood. After that, Setsuna ran towards the town square,
where the Nacios troops had went. He found that the square had
became an all-out battlefield, and many of the surrounding shops had
been destroyed, and were now set on fire. On his way there, he found
a familiar figure standing in front of a burning shop.
"Oh
my! They totally destroyed my Sony shop! Wait a minute...if Nintendo
ever heard about this, they would cancel my contract! No more F-Zero
on the Gamecube for me! And what if they knew about my X-Box at
home? Ooooh boy...."
"Stay out of the way, you incompetent
fool! All hell has broken loose, and you just stand there like an
imbecile! Take cover, now!"
"Hey, it's my man, Setsuna! The
man with the tan! Say, you could be a nice spokesperson for Banana
Boat or Coppertone, I bet...."
In that moment, a small
earthquake occured. Setsuna watched how a huge tank crossed by the
square, squashing benches and trees. It stopped several feet away
from the couple. and aimed its' cannon at Falcon and Setsuna.
Setsuna opened his eyes wide open.
"What in the...? Hey you!
To the ground NOW!"
The tank fired its' turret at the couple,
and a huge explosion leveled the building to rubble. After
completing the duty, the tank moves away to the combat scene. After
a while, the rocks begin to move...and Setsuna emerges from the
ruins, with Falcon in tow.
"Curses...this guy could have
died easily out there. What a loony! But now...I have other things
to worry about...."
Setsuna turns around to face Sol, who is
facing an old Chinese wizard with a spooky
skeleton.
"Sol...don't die too soon...."
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A-Vote to Captain Falcon 1 A-Vote to Amethyst
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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Well,
my post goes before Bowling Pin's obviously. 
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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Grab your asses and run!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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*grumbles* I have to go. Quick vote
dump.
A-Vote to The Hulk A-Vote to
Setsuna A-Vote to Sol Badguy A-Vote to
King
"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I
support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."
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Rock You
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~Dragon Attack~ Sol Badguy--Album 4, Track
2
Tearing through yet another soldier, Sol growled, trying
desperately to get through so he could finish Tsung.
"You
assholes are really trying my patience!" he declared, his
longsword spinning in a wide arc.
The stairs across the room
beckoned to him once more as another soldier fell to his
blade.
He must've killed half of them by now, and still they
attacked, their numbers alone hindering him from his
goal.
I don't have time for this.
"Dragon
Install!"
His entire body convulsed with the eruption of
power, and the nearest Naclos troops took a step back.
A
single swing sent six flying through the window and to the street
below.
The rest scattered immediately.
Yeah, that's
more like it, Sol thought with a grin, sprinting toward the
stairs.
He came to a stop inches from the first step as the
building began to tremble, and an intense light flashed
outside.
The hell?
One of the soldiers who'd
failed to get out of the way took advantage of Sol's inattention and
took a slash at him, only to be elbowed in the side of the head and
sent into the wall before he knew what'd happened.
Sol's eyes
widened as he caught a glimpse of the dragon, and reacted the only
way he knew how.
"Holy shit."
Wincing as his head
began to throb, Sol used the little time he had left to charge
through the broken window and to the rooftop of the building across
the street.
Kneeling, he let the power fade, and then looked
up.
A single swipe of the great dragon's tail sent the
skeleton flying.
Unfortunately, the dragon wasn't content to
leave it at that. A deep breath, and then there were flames
everywhere.
Sol broke into a run, going so fast he almost
didn't notice the white haired swordsman Setsuna step out into the
street.
"Sol! There you are!"
Oh,
goody.
Pointing toward the dragon, Sol yelled, "Follow me
if you want to help, kid!"
With a grimace, the man ran after
him, unsheathing his blade eagerly.
As he neared the great
beast, Sol noticed the girl in green laying in a heap beside
it.
"Yo, Rydia? You okay?"
No answer.
"First
priority is the girl. Got it, Setsuna?"
The other man smirked
slightly. "As you wish."
Stepping forward, Sol addressed the
dragon.
"Don't know what the deal is with you, pal, but where
I come from, dragons are for skinning, stuffing, and mounting on a
wall."
"I, Bahamut, shall not allow you
to harm this girl!"
With that, the massive dragon
attacked.
This could be interesting...
"Dragon
Install!"
*****
To be continued...have a go at it if
you want, Lantis, otherwise I'll be back after dinner. Don't go
killing Bahamut or anything, though, eh? It's just a
misunderstanding after all. 
Oh, and an A-vote to Captain Falcon. Sorry to see
you go, man.
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Well,
a quick vote dump
1 A-Vote to Opera 1 A-Vote to Ky 1
A-Vote to Mint
If I have time to write down stories, I will
do it later. I'm just doing this just in case all hell breaks loose
in my apartment with a party my friends are planning to hold here.

Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:45
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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Alright; that post that took me far too long to write
was the last I can give this round - Night Class comes to claim me
for another week - and I haven't FOCUSed for the test I'll be taking
tonight either. 
Anyway...
A-Vote to
Daisetsu A-Vote to Kalten
Bringin' some equality
back to the playing field...or at least a reasonable
facimile.
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El Bruje Sale
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worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung finishes the duel...
Shang
Tsung smiled at the look of bewilderment on Ky's face. "Surprised to
see me? I must admit, it does look somewhat interesting, seeing
yourself. But the real enjoyment comes from what comes
next."
So saying, Shang Tsung unsheathed the Thunderseal, and
looked at it. "Ready to go?" He swung downward, and a Stun Edge came
out.
Caught off guard, the real Ky stumbled back, then
stepped forward. "Demon! You doppelganger, how dare you do
this?"
Shang Tsung laughed. "You must understand, I would
rather not stay in this body. But, you must admit, it is one that is
particularly well-suited for combat. You would know. It is
yours."
Ky dashed forward, determined to purge all worlds
from Shang Tsung forever. However, the sorcerer smiled, and moved in
the exact same way. The twin Thunderseals met in the fury of a
storm, and the real Ky gritted his teeth.
"Appearances are
deceiving, sorcerer. You don't have the experience in this body that
I have. And that will cost you." He slid along the floor, performing
his Stun Dipper.
However, Shang Tsung swung his blade upward,
catching the holy man in the chest and flinging him backwards. Real
Ky Kiske staggered back. "Well... perhaps that didn't
work..."
Shang Tsung dashed forward, echoing the Stun Dipper
that his foe had just attempted. As was to be expected, the real Ky
was expecting something like that, and once again, the Thunderseals
met each other.
The two began trading hits, blocking and
slashing as though they knew each other's styles. Which, of course,
they did. Shang Tsung attempted a Greed Sever, Ky used a Kiriharai
to counter, followed by Shang Tsung lashing out with a mid-air Stun
Edge.
The sorcerer landed on the ground, hard. As did Ky,
and they both got up.
"You fight well in a stolen body,
sorcerer."
Shang Tsung laughed. "I have had plenty of
experience in that regard. This one seems to be peculiar... It seems
like your body is not just based on mere physical strength, but also
on something else. Strange, that."
Ky grimaced. "Enough,
sorcerer. We must finish this." With that, he dashed again, and
leaped into the air. He slashed rapidly, but all of the attacks were
blocked. After a kick, he jumped back again.
The sorcerer
suddenly stopped, and chuckled. "I have an idea. Let's have an
old-fashioned duel. One move, at the same time. The winner takes
all."
Ky smiled. "I have the perfect move in mind. Very well
then."
Shang Tsung took a step back, and assumed an offensive
stance, the Thunderseal set to his side, left arm outstretched.
"Three."
Ky gestured. "I am ready." "Two."
Shang Tsung
leaned his weight forward, and dashed forward. "NOW! Ride the
Lightning!" Lightning surrounded the false Ky's body, and his speed
was blistering.
But the real Ky smirked. "Sacred Edge." He
swung his sword, and it seemed that a sword of lightning shot out
from it. Whatever it was, it was quite effective. The sorcerer was
sent flying, through the open doorway, and he tumbled down the
stairs.
Ky chuckled. "False sorcerer... How dare you try to
use a body that isn't yours?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice
screamed. "Ky, save me!"
The female An'ven ran upstairs,
shrieking. "Ky, Shang Tsung took my child! Help me! I am
innocent!"
The swordsman grimaced. "Haven't you
already tried this, sorcerer? You defile the shape that you have
assumed!"
The woman looked back. "What? I am not Shang Tsung.
I just... met him!"
Once again, Ky shook his head. "How did
you know that I was here? How did you know my name?"
The
woman's eyes widened. "Um... Shang Tsung told me about you!
Yeah!"
"Let me guess, that was right before he took
your son, huh?"
The woman gratefully nodded. "Yeah, that's
right. Right before he kidnapped my son, Shang Tsung told me about
you!"
Ky shook his head again. "Why?"
"I don't know...
He just did!"
"And why does he have your son?"
"I
don't know."
"Why didn't he kill you?"
"I don't
know."
"What does he want?"
"I don't know!"
Ky
smirked again. "Well well... you don't know what Shang Tsung wants,
you don't know why he has your son, you don't know why he didn't
kill you, and you don't know why he let you go. I believe... yes, I
believe you."
The woman's eyes widened, and one hand went
behind her back. "Really?"
Ky's smirk faded. "No." He stabbed
the sorcerer, and she fell to the ground.
"W... why?" She
struggled a little more, then was still. Ky sighed.
"A very
good question, Ky Kiske!"
The swordsman spun around. There, a
boy in his arms, was Shang Tsung. "Even I would never stoop as low
as to kill a woman who begged me for aid. But here, here's her son.
You may kill him while you're at it!"
Leaving the boy behind,
Shang Tsung ran down the stairs, laughing merrily at the success of
his plot.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:56
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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I am
SO sorry that I couldn'tve posted earlier. Doctor's appointment,
school, nearly getting killed by drunken boxing and the living
incarnation of Anji Mito, and then waiting for people and such to
free up... bwah. @_@ So sorry. o_o;;
--
Hisame
Shizumaru - 4:1
Shizumaru's eyes were starting to pool up
in tears themselves, as he ran away as fast as he possibly could
from the apothecary - and from Mint. she kissed me she kissed me
why am I running why I have to go back I should go back she'll kiss
me again and I'll like it again -
He stopped dead in his
tracks. I'll... like... it... again...
A wave of fear
shot over him, flooding through every vein in his body and making
his skin prickle in utter fright. Shizumaru started to run again,
but with every step, all he could see was the apothecary and Mint
- and her face - and her kiss - and me - and me - only me - but it
felt so nice - stop thinking that -
Entirely frustrated
at his mind, Shizumaru hardly noticed where he was headed, and
nearly ran into one of the soldiers in front of him. "Gomen
nasai," he muttered quickly, and swerved out of the way to avoid
him further.
Shizumaru's eyes darted around suspiciously,
and he flipped backwards to avoid two of the Naclos soldiers, both
sprinting out to corner him in the middle of the street. Together,
they both flew towards him and thrust forward with their swords -
Shizumaru unsheathed his nodachi quickly and was able to parry both
at once. One of the soldiers ducked under the blade and tried to
stab the young man in the leg, but Shizumaru jumped backwards again
in the nick of time, sliding on the street. The Naclos duo leapt
forward again, but Shizumaru had sheathed his nodachi once more, and
had his umbrella out instead -
"Kirisame Jin!" he yelled
out, and opened up his umbrella, flinging it out at the two. The
umbrella shot right between both of them, drawing blood across their
torsos, and with a flick of the wrist, Shizumaru had summoned the
umbrella back to his hand, just in time to block the downward slash
of one soldier and to deliver a swift roundhouse to the other.
As the soldier he'd kicked away slammed into the ground,
Shizumaru turned his attention to the one solider now in front of
him, and, before his opponent had time to react, he sunk down low
and thrust forward with his umbrella, causing the soldier to
stumble. Shizumaru was one step ahead of him, though; at that
moment, he threw up his umbrella into the air, and slashed with the
nodachi, knocking away the soldier's blade - and then he stabbed him
in the stomach quickly. Slowly, he withdrew the nodachi, shuddering
slightly at the sight of the soldier impaled on his
blade.
Only in such times as these could he be bothered to
take no mind of death.
The other soldier jumped at him,
brandishing his sword, and Shizumaru connected with the nodachi - a
touch of blood splattered onto the Naclos soldier's sword as he did.
His opponent broke out into a frenzy of attacks, and Shizumaru held
out as long as he could - nodachi were not the most convient swords
to try and quickly parry with. He stuck steadfastly to the method,
though, and for the brief instant in which the soldier had his arms
up to strike down, Shizumaru hit him with the hilt of his nodachi,
knocking him away long enough for him to switch back his umbrella.
Again, the soldier swung his sword forward to attack - but Shizumaru
was faster, slashing down with the umbrella, and then snapping it
open. He spun his umbrella rapidly, shredding the skin of the Naclos
- and when he finally shut it, the soldier was lying on the ground
unconscious - and judging from the amount of blood he'd spilled,
likely dead.
Solemnly, he slung the umbrella on his back, and
sighed deeply, looking at his hands - stained with blood, once
again.
Glumly, he looked around at his surroundings,
purposely not looking at the two soldiers he had just slain. He
could not understand what purpose most of the buildings served -
though one looked to have been a church - that one, a hospital,
perhaps? so many wounded were going into it - and that was was just
another apothecary
apothecary - oh, Mint!!
As
the thought struck his mind once again, a barrage of arrows flew his
way. Quickly, he dove into one of the alleyways to avoid most of the
fire from the archers, and leaned against the wall, clutching a hand
to his chest - his heart was beating incredibly fast, though he
suspected it was the adrenaline from how far he'd just run, and the
battle he'd just fought.
But, then again...
His lips
were still wet from Mint's kiss, and being outside only served to
make them cold, sending fresh waves of - pleasure? fear? maybe it
was both, it didn't matter - down his spine, settling down in his
stomach. He felt delirious, and his other hand flew up to his head
to check if he had a fever - iie - but it was laced with cold
sweat instead. To him - just as bad, if not worse.
Oh,
Mint-hime - why, why?? He screamed the thought in his mind.
You - why did you... why did you have to do this to me? I cannot
-
A single tear fell from his eye, and Shizumaru looked
up to the sky - to see an arrow sailing right towards his face.
Almost lazily, the hand on his forehead moved down to catch it, not
inches before it would've sunk into his skull. He flung the arrow
away, and looked at his hand for a moment - just a bit of a rough
burn, but nothing that due time wouldn't heal.
Shizumaru
groaned, and slumped to the ground, chest now racking with sobs. He
clutched his head in frustration - why was he always so afraid of
something as simple as a kiss? He couldn't explain it to himself,
and it only confused him more. Frantically, he reached over his
shoulder to take a hold of the two braids that hung from his nodachi
- where he could try to find some solace in the words of the two
older men.
Shizumaru. You just got kissed by a girl and
you're in tears now?! Aagh! Did I not train you well in the cunning
ways of the ladies? I have failed you; oh, dear world, what can be
done about this travesty I have wrought? Zack Ebony's
words.
And as for Tachibana Ukyo's words?
Shizumaru-kun, do you find yourself unable to accept
love?
I would see it only natural, considering how your life
has been in the past. So many people now care for you! Find it in
yourself, Shizumaru-kun; it is only beneficial to learn to let them
in and understand your pain - then, only then, will you discover how
to keep the trust of others, and you will care for them as much as
they do you...
His head dropped back and hit the wall -
the first time that Ukyo's words didn't seem to have much wisdom to
him. His chest doubled over with another sob, and his heart began to
beat rapidly again. Shizumaru was silent, not even thinking for the
moment, until he realized what it was - ... oni desu -
"What are you doing on the ground there?"
A stern
voice called out to him, and Shizumaru looked up at the man before
him - dressed in Oriental robes that seemed vaguely familiar to him
(perhaps Chinese?) and his countenance suggested the same. Shizumaru
caught a glimpse of his eyes, and suddenly clutched his head in
blinding pain - there was not one singular soul behind those eyes,
there were thousands, screaming in his mind all at once.
A
vile taste filled his mouth, and Shizumaru looked up to the man
before him, who looked to be deep in concentration. It did not take
long for him to snap out of it, though, and his eyes lowered to the
young man, who was still holding his head in complete agony. A smirk
appeared on his lips, and he laughed softly to himself, which shot a
fresh wave of terror down the young man's body.
The sorceror
of souls. Shang Tsung.
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Oh hey. Dump.
xo
A-votes
to: Daisetsu Kalten Jun Falcon Setsuna
May
Lee was on the Korea Team. :E
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:58
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
behind the mayo
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Sorry
for the lack of activity today. To say I was busy would be an
understatement. I plan to be back in full force tomorrow so here's a
quick rundown of what Vice and Mature were up to this
round.
They're now wearing kimonos from Mithrik'en instead of
their old clothes. I'd expect they look a lot like Baiken from GG,
only with bras. Mature hung out around Alma a lot. vice coughed up
blood alarmingly often. On the whole they made a lot of people look
like this:
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 07:58
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Testament, meanwhile, was headed for the frontlines, and
he was already in a foul mood. He had already irritable when he
arrived, and the groups of soldiers that had attacked him as he was
making his way through the city had made him even more irate. He had
dispatched them fairly quickly; they were well trained, and could
certainly kill him if he let his guard down, but he had a lifetime's
worth of fighting under his belt (three if you wanted to be
technical), and was able to elegantly slaughter them without too
great of an effort. following the sounds of battle towards the
frontlines, he turned down a sidestreet...just in time to see a
young child, probably less than ten years of age, get cut down as he
ran by the sword of a Naclos soldier. An uproar of cheering came
from the group of seven Naclos soldiers that had slain the
child.
"Well done! That's one less piece of An'ven
scum!"
And then, they spotted Testament. He was standing
squarely in the middle of the street, his head lowered, long black
hair draped over his face. They collectively hesitated for an
instant...with his black outfit, bloody scythe, and raven hovering
overhead, he bore an eerie resemblence to the Grim Reaper. And then
that moment passed, as they all told themselves that the Grim Reaper
was just a fairy tale, that this was just some pale, skinny dork
doing an impression.
"An'ven! KILL HIM!"
With a roar,
they charged...and then Testament raised his face. His eyes seemed
to glow from within with a burning red light, and he seemed to fade
into nothing more than a living, solid shadow.
"You damned
filthy HUMANS! This street will run red with your
blood!"
Testament leapt forward, his scythe flashing in a
lightning fast arc...the first soldier never saw it coming, probably
not even after his head rolled off of his shoulders. The second and
third launched attacks as the rest moved forwards...but before they
were able to connect, Testament had melted and reformed behind the
furthest of them. Five soldiers whirled around, just in time to see
the sixth lifted up into the air by the back of the head...and then
scream as five razor sharp nails ripped through his brain, turning
it into pudding. The soldier spasmed weakly as Testament retracted
his nails, then hurled his body at the remaining five with
incredible force. One of them was caught by the flying corpse and
sent flying...right into the jaws of a waiting EXE Beast. The
remaining soldiers start to back away...
"You cannot escape
from DEATH! NIGHTMARE CIRCULAR!"
Testament raised his
hand; in front of it, a summoning circle materializes, and from it
erupts a screaming vortex of negative psionic energy, taking two of
the soldiers and sending them flying, even as the foul poison began
to soak into them and attack them from within. Before the remaining
survivors could manage to attack, Testament had started his next
attack, hurling a blazing skull at one of the remaining soldiers. It
connects...the Cursed Mark appears on him, a glowing crimson sign
that seals his fate.
"Zio...kill!"
The raven hovering
over Testament screeches once, and then shoots forward at the
warrior, metamorphisizing into her humanoid form midway...her scythe
flashes forward, ripping the man in half before returning to
Testament's side. The last remaining soldier looks around at the
corpses of his slaughtered comerades...with a scream of terror, he
turns to run. Testament shows no mercy, though...his scytheblade
flashes black as he plunges it into the ground. Beneath the running
soldier, a spike of black energy erupts, binding his feet. Still
screaming, he twists around...just in time to see Testament's scythe
lash out and sever his head. The soldier's body collapses. Slowly,
he advances to the body of the child that was slain. He stands over
it for a moment...then, reaching down, he closes the child's eyes.
He stands, and starts to leave...and then he hears a thump from
behind him. Turning, he sees the body of the soldier he glanced with
Nightmare Circular fall to the ground, a number of shriukens
embedded in his back. A woman steps out of the shadows; Testament
recognizes her as the Lord Jun.
"Good work. You missed one
though."
Testament's eyes glitter oddly for a
moment.
"...thank you for the assistance. I'll make sure that
they're more thoroughly dead next time, I assure you."
"My,
you take things seriously, don't you?"
"..."
"Well,
best of luck. If you're headed for the front lines, they're that
way."
The ninja points, then steps back and fades into the
shadows, disappearing. Testament heads off, moving in the direction
Jun indicated.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:04
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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quote:
Originally posted by CarlyCheeese May Lee was on the
Korea Team. :E
Cool. You're right, but you wouldn't have been
eligible anyway. Lantis posted twice immediately afterwards; he
doesn't count since he already got his As.
Now, Exeter and
MageusBlack ain't answer shit.
A-Vote! Sol Badguy! A-Vote!
Maya Amano!
Three left.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:08
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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quote:
Originally posted by Switchblade
>--|-__O
That's just funny as hell, Switch.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:12
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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As the
third person to post after yours, Bowling Pin, I must say I'm hurt
to be receiving an A-vote. 
You said nothing about not counting people, after
all.
But alas, I've a post to write!
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edited by Exeter on 04-24-2003 at 08:14 PM
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Bowling
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:17
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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quote:
Originally posted by Exeter As the third person to
post after yours, Bowling Pin, I must say I'm hurt to be receiving
an A-vote. 
You said nothing about not counting people, after
all.
But alas, I've a post to write!
Just blame that mofo Lantis, always gotta be
posting twice and shit.
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Baka
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:27
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Kiske 4:3 -
Existence
KISKE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!
Ky sank to his
knees slowly.
KISKE! KISKE! YOU... KISKE!
Leaning forward, he brushed his hand over the woman's head.
Already she was cooling, her life's blood ebbing from the body.
I...
Ky had pride. Pride in himself. Pride in
his values and the way he lead his life - and never had he killed an
innocent. Gears, monsters, yes, even, on occasion, criminals -
murderers. When it was kill or be killed. And every time, he would
go to church to pray, to ask for forgiveness.
I... killed
her.
There. Now he'd said it. But was she dead? She
couldn't be dead. She was still alive, he'd missed the heart,
surely? Surely? He ran his hand over her chest - it came away
sticky, sticky with her blood. The blood of an.. an.. no, she must
still be alive. Her pulse! He ran his hand to the woman's
wrist - feeling for a pulse.
Nothing.
No, no, no!
Something else! Her neck! Necks have pulses! He frantically checked
there - nothing either.
Nonono.. she can't
be...
You killed her. She's dead, Ky. Admit
it.
No! NO! NO!
Tsung... he made me do
this. He tricked me, played me for a fool. I can blame him - I can
give him the blame and everything will go away, it won't be my
responsibility, I can ignore it ignore it make it go
away.
goawaygoawayGOAWAY!
I killed her.
She's not coming back.
What happened to my
head? Someone turned up the heating, and my heart seems louder. This
pain.. am I under attack? Someone aims for my heart, they stab me..
am I dead? No. She is dead, I am alive. IT'S NOT FAIR!
A
tear began to well up in Ky's left eye. She was what, thirty? Too
young. Around his age, and he wouldn't consider himself young..
but.. she was different. She was an innocent, just a civilian trying
to live her life. The tear began to trickly down his
face...
She's not coming back, and you killed her. You
killed her because you let your enemy get one step ahead of you.
Useless.
NO! Ky cradled the woman's body to himself,
swords clattering to the floor as he rocked silently, tears
streaming down his face. She was dead now, and there was no way to
bring her back, and... and...
And there was no use sitting
here crying. It wasn't going to bring her back, wasn't going to kill
the pain in his chest, the throbbing pain that encompassed his
entire body. He felt about to sick up every meal he'd ever eaten.
And he was as bad as Sol.
Slowly, Ky lowered
the body to the ground, closing her eyes with his one hand. Then he
crossed his legs and folded his hands together...
"Our
father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..."
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:29
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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As the
Naclos advance troops continued to pour into the city, one man broke
off from the armed forces regiment, and did not join the others in
their skirmishes or general debauchery of the city. He instead broke
into a dead run, outdistancing all the other soilders with ease,
dropping his weapons and armor as he sped towards the nearest
building. He sped towards the curb at intense speed, with no
indication of turning or stopping--
--and then ran straight
up the building, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to
do.
When the unnamed man reached the top of the skyscraper,
he found eight archers waiting for him, bows at the
ready.
"Another damn human... how'd he get up here so
quickly?"
"Doesn't matter--another one for the
pavement."
The rest of the responses came with a barrage of
arrows that would have pierced the man in several vital organs--that
is, if he was in the same spot he had been a half second
ago.
"Where'd he--! Uhhgh..."
"Korin, NO! Damn you....
Uwaahgg--"
The soilder wiped off his twin scimitars on the
archers' bodies, tossing off the military uniform for one that was a
bit more decorated... and much cleaner. The other six archers took a
step back, but one stood his ground.
"I won't give up
Soulis'en so easily! Come out, Drake!!!"
The archer
blew up the wind around him as a violet Aura suffused his body, a
small dragon emerging from the light and hovering with him. The
archer then nocked an arrow with lightning speed and charged it with
his powers, making the small shaft become aglow with electricity.
"For Soujo'en! Piercing Wind Shockwave!"
The archer
loosed the arrow, and it erupted into a large blast of violet energy
that rocketed towards that man. It seemed to consume him, and when
the light faded, there was nothing left. The archers cheered, and
the Aura-wielder grinned smugly.
"Hah, I knew no human could
stand up to---aaa...aagggAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"
He screamed and
reached out blindly, transfixed as his Aura had been pierced by a
brilliant shard of light. The young dragon whelp gave a pitiful
scream, then faded from existence. The Aura-wielding archer fell
limp, and as he did so a pair of boots tread over his
corpse.
"Is this all you An'ven have to offer? Grasping at
straws to defend yourselves, thinking you're superior because a
little fairy wants to be partners with you? Stop basking in
idealism."
Kashell rose his eyes to the moonlight and smiled.
"Your dreams will die with your bodies."
The other archers
did not have even a fraction of a second to resist; they also fell
to the ground, dead seconds before their hearts stopped
beating.
Kashell gestured with his wrist and all of the slain
on the rooftop faded, and a string of orbs encircled his
hand.
"They were weak, but their spirits were burning... The
desire to live is much stronger in this race than my own. The
Archbishop will be pleased with the results, I believe"
The
orbs vanished into thin air. "But for now, I need only toy with my
future adversaries a bit. Let's see what you brought with you...
Daisetsu."
The man laughed, and disappeared into the night as
fast as he had came.
Optional Boss -
Kashell
The leader of the Five has decided to pay the
contestants a visit, and although he may be playing around, he'll
play for keeps. His pure-Holy elemental attacks pierce through any
concievable defense, damaging the spiritual and magical as well as
physical realms of power. You won't see his Aura, the
Seraphic in its full form, but the twin scimitars he wields
are the key to his Aura. Kashell is extremely dangerous, and no
candidate will be able to even stand a chance against him in
one-on-one combat. He's purposely avoiding the Lords for now, so
don't expect assistance from them if you decide to go looking for
him. Kashell is well-versed in all manners of supportive, curative,
and offensive magic, and his skill level with those scimitars is
second to none.
If you decide to send a vote at Kashell, you
will get a vote in return. However, as he is only looking around, he
will not try for an extended battle--thus, his vote quota is small.
The Sponsors who vote against him and live at the end of the round
will recieve a permanent benefit in their Ability arsenal. However,
votes against him must be described.
Note that Kashell
will become unreachable(vote-wise. He'll hang around at his leisure
story-wise) once his vote quota is reached, and that the
double-damage effects of the round do not affect him. If you wanted
to send a vote against him when he's already gone, tough
luck.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:31
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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In which Shang
Tsung fulfills a destiny...
Shang
Tsung laughed. "Well well... what do we have here? I would daresay
that your soul is worth a taste. What is inside?"
He closed
his eyes, and raised his hand. A small portion of Shizumaru's spirit
entered the sorcerer, and he smiled. His grin was quite a bit like
Testament's. Soulless. Predatory. And supremely
fulfilled.
"Well well. Who would have guessed that you would
have an oni inside of you. Would you like to free it? Would you like
to taste that power?"
The swordsman violently shook his head.
"Ea! I would rather die! I have fought this demon too long to
succumb to it now."
Shang Tsung considered this. "Hm... That
can be arranged, you know. I have far too much power for you to
defeat now, not without the power of the demon inside of you. I have
absorbed far too many souls for one mere swordsman to
defeat."
Shizumaru pulled out his parasol. "Death is
preferable to dishonorable possession!"
Once again, Shang
Tsung chuckled. "But you will not be possessed. Don't you see it?
Don't you understand. You are the demon! All this time, you
have been trying to deny your very self. Living a lie, as it
were."
The samurai looked confused for a moment, then
recovered. "How do you know so much?"
Shang Tsung laughed
now. "Know? I know everything. About Rimururu, about your
parents, about... Ukyo Tachibana!"
The sorcerer's voice
picked up now. "You held so much trust in him. You admired him,
looked up to him as a superior, nay, as a father! His sickness
caused you pain, the previous tournament nearly tore your heart
out!"
The sorcerer's voice lowered. "And now you don't know
what to do. You float around, trying to both find meaning in your
life and avoid this 'oni' in your life. You are afraid. Afraid that
someday, you will loose control. You fear the day that you can no
longer hold on!"
Shang Tsung let the last phrase hang in
the air. Then he continued. "I can show you the way. I can let you
control the demon, to subjugate it forever. Don't you see? I
am trying to enlighten you, to show you the way to fulfill your
destiny."
"All you have to do is lower your defenses for a
moment. Then I will take the demon and bind it to your will.
Please... let me help you. I beg you!"
Shizumaru hesitated.
"Bind it forever?"
Shang Tsung nodded. "To control or dismiss
as you please. No more worries, no more regrets... No more
fear."
The samurai's heart hardened. "Never! I don't trust
you!"
A grimace from the sorcerer. "I am not allowed to ask
you again. Do you want the demon to be forever chained, or do you
wish to continue this perpetual agony?"
Another hesitation,
and Shang Tsung seized it. "Please, I beg you, not as a sorcerer,
but as a man who suffered too long under the sway of others. I would
never want another to suffer as I did... though I am sure you have
suffered more than your share."
Shizumaru nodded, and it was
at that moment that Shang Tsung cast his spell. "Oni spirit, awaken!
Break free from your mortal prison and walk the world as the
destroyed you claim to be!"
The dual nature of Shizumaru
tottered, swayed... then Shang Tsung's spell awoke the demon spirit
residing in Shizumaru. The sorcerer smiled. And when the oni is
free, I shall either coerce or fool it, as I did with Moloch the
World-Devastator and Drahmin the Oni Lord. ---
[OOC]I
am the first to vote against the new boss! Or, at least I can claim
so... eh... Maybe not...
1 A-vote to Jun 1 A-vote to
Dorrin 1 A-vote to Daisetsu[/OOC]
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:37
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Hey, what's going on over
there?
I don't know, but I'm gonna
blast it.
Sun Ray!
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A-vote to
Kashell. :P
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