Switchblade |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:35
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
behind the mayo
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“Well,
well, look what we have here.” Mature said, pointing her companion’s
attention towards a pair of teenage children standing together. One
was a boy with red hair who carried a large umbrella, the other a
young blonde girl. There clothes were vastly different from anything
Vice or Mature had seen the natives of this place wear, a fact which
led to only one conclusion. “I guess they’re inviting children to
this little game, too.”
“Looks like,” Vice replied, crossing
her arms and turning away. She knew that Mature had pointed the two
out for a reason, but in all honesty she failed to share her
partner’s interest.
Mature noticed Vice’s lack of interest
and gave a slight frown. She was used to having disagreements with
the brunette, but she had hoped that Vice would have picked up on
the same train of thought as her. “Look at the girl,” she
said.
Vice gave a show of sighing audibly then turned back to
regard the teenage girl again. She looked to be barely in her
mid-teens, and her clothing bore definite signs of a medieval
society. “Fine,” she said, “I’m looking. What?”
Mature slid
up to her partner and put an arm around her shoulders. “I want her,”
she whispered into Vice’s ear.
The brunette assassin rolled
her eyes and stepped away from Mature. “Is that all?” she asked. “I
never figured you for being into the lolita thing.”
Mature’s
body stiffened and she crossed her arms. “Don’t be vulgar,” she
said, “I don’t mean it like that.”
Vice gave a short laugh
and looked back at the two teens again. This time, though, it was
the boy who caught her attention. There was something about him,
something she couldn’t quite place a finger on. It felt as if
somewhere deep inside he was singing a song, and a part of her
wanted desperately to sing back.
“Just look at her,” Mature
continued, unaware that Vice was no longer listening. “So innocent
and pure. So… virginal. She’s like a big lump of clay. I want to
sculpt her, strip away that innocence and unleash the demon within.
She has so much potential. A little guidance in the right direction
and she’ll be a thing of beauty.” Just like me, the blonde
finished silently. Mature had never had feelings like this before.
Such an overpowering urge to guide a younger person’s life, away
from empty promises and into the joyful world of pain and pleasure.
“Come on,” she said to Vice, “Let’s go introduce ourselves. It’s a
big, scary world, and such young children should have the protection
of some caring older women.”
Mature tapped her partner on the
shoulder and started walking towards the unsuspecting Alma and
Shizumaru, making certain that she had her sweetest smile on. Vice,
still distracted by the boy’s inner darkness, nodded mutely and
followed.
R-Vote to Alma R-Vote to
Shizumaru
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Exeter |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:46
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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~Blurred Vision~ Sol Badguy--Album 1, Track
1
The monitor flickered suddenly as the
man turned a dial on the console, startling one of the assistants
into dropping a vial onto the floor. Careful not to bump any of the
equipment, Frederick turned his head to look at her. A short, slim
girl of no more than twenty, wearing small spectacles and a labcoat,
and trying very hard to avoid detection by any of the scientists.
She saw Frederick's eyes on her and gave him a lopsided smile, then
snatched up the luckily unbroken vial from the ground and began to
tiptoe out the door.
"Lydia, dear, please be more careful
next time," the man said without looking up. Lydia jumped a second
time and nearly dropped the vial again, but managed to recover
almost gracefully.
"Yes, sir," she said with a nod, and
scampered off.
Frederick smiled slightly. "You still have
quite the way with people."
"I should think so," the man
replied, still not averting his gaze from the panel. "I've had
plenty of time to practice. I recall you acting much the same way as
young Lydia when you started work here, Frederick, not so many years
ago."
Lifting his head a moment to adjust his glasses,
Frederick laughed. "And now look how far we've come."
The man
shared in his laughter for a moment. "Indeed," he said
nostalgically. "Soon, Frederick, we'll be beyond even our greatest
expectations, if this experiment--your experiment--is successful.
And you, my dear boy, will be immune to famine, disease, cancer, and
worse. Think what you could do!"
"Heh, maybe I'll take up
smoking."
The two shared a moment of laughter once more,
and...
Sol scowled at nothing in particular as he
made his way down the arid desert street.
The beat was
completely gone. There was only howl of the wind,
now.
This shithole place is messing with my
head.
He knew, though, that his current mindset was more
a result of his battle with one silver-haired samurai than being
ripped from his own world and stuck in another, and with all his
power diminished.
Well...sort of. He'd still managed to hold
his own without exerting any real effort. But not since that battle
with Slayer, so many years ago, had his opponent met him
blow-for-blow.
And then there was Kiske.
How the
hell did he do that, anyway?
Sol paused a moment to find
a cigarette, carefully lighting it with the tip of his thumb, and
was relieved to discover that he seemed to be completely corporeal
at last, as Daisetsu had promised.
...that little bastard
wants me to fight for him? I think not.
In sudden fury,
Sol dropped the Fireseal to the ground and drove his fist into the
wall of one of the building beside him, sending a chunk of sealed
sand flying. The small crowd of people behind him
scattered.
"Goddamn it!"
"Hey, you want to watch what
you're doing?"
Sol turned. "...who the hell are you? No,
you're...you're one of the assholes who brought me
here."
Kalten folded his arms across his chest and frowned.
"I've had it about to here with people blaming me for
Da...no, nevermind. You wouldn't understand anyway."
"The
hell I wouldn't. I've had my fill of people fucking up my life
without my consent to last me a lifetime."
Three
lifetimes, even.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Sol tapped his
cigarette against the jagged edge of the building and smirked. "No,
I think you'd better give me some kind of explanation, pal.
Otherwise...." He glanced down at the Fuuenken, its blade buried in
the sand.
"Is that a threat?" Kalten almost laughed, but
managed to stop himself at a lopsided, toothy grin. "Remember what
Daisetsu said, my friend...I and my three associates are the only
ones keeping you alive."
"Guess we'll find out, won't
we?"
With that, the Fireseal was in his hand once
more.
But the feeling of another presence stopped him. The
voice that followed confirmed his suspicion.
"...Holy Zen!
You're here too?"
Chipp Zanuff.
With a sigh, Sol gave
one last glare at Kalten and turned to the ninja.
"Yeah,
lucky me," he replied smugly.
I thought that idiot
Daisetsu said something about people with some goddamn
potential?
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Here at last.
Whee.
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Bowling
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:10
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Street Fighter Alpha 2 - Dan's Theme
I think he's
passed out. Bruce stood above the pink karate man, noticing the
fragments of an exploded bomb which surrounded him. Did he get
hit over the with a vase or something?
I heard about this guy! That's Dan Hibiki! The guy
who loses every martial arts tournament he enters! What a twat.
Let's leave him here.
He might only
be that to you, but he's a hero to me; he's the pimpmasta! A legend
in his own right! John Gotti'd kiss his feet if he
could.
Look, are you some washed
up gangster?
I'm not washed up, you
fucking prick. I'm OG.
Spare me
your old school mentality!
Hush up. I'll check up on
him. Bruce took Dan Hibiki's pulse. Alive. With a moist
towelette, he dabbed Dan's forehead. Scratches could get
infected. With that, Dan woke up.
"Whoa, what
happened?"
"I dunno. Can you move?" Bruce watched Dan wiggle
his arms up as he tried to stand. "Take it easy."
"You looked
after me, huh? The PIMPMASTA appreciates your good will! I'll
see you later; I have some genuine ASS to pimp!" Dan ran towards the
nearest female he could find.
Weird fellow.
They are all weird.
Not as weird as us though,
shit.
***
R-Vote! Dan
Hibiki!
That makes one R-Vote and two
A-Votes in inventory. It would be wise to use these when they matter
the most.
The Professor? It's you, isn't
it?
Hey, it's genius.
Smart Hulk is finally here.
God DAMN, not another one of you
assholes!
The spiritual energy
finally got me. I waited a long time, that I did. Who's this lad?
Your long lost teenage angst, Bruce?
Bite me.
Actually, he's an implanted
personality.
I see...an interesting
experiment for all of us, isn't it?
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Lantis |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:18
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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Setsuna wobbles a bit from King's attack. He admits...he
never saw it coming. Setsuna grabs his head, and shakes it rapidly
to gain some sense back into him. But then he notices he feels no
pain at all....
"Why is that I can't feel in myself the pain
I should be feeling after such an attack?"
Setsuna slowly
gets up and looks around the room. The crowd is obviously hyped up
at the intense action displayed, but he noticed something weird. He
sees Falcon walking around, doing his usual comical gags, with just
a piercing in his cloth where Setsuna had slashed him...but no
visible wound in sight? No traces of blood? Setsuna then turns
towards Chipp Zanuff...His clothes are still ragged, but no visible
slashes? And Setsuna thought he had got him good....
"What is
the meaning if this?", Setsuna sneered.
"Don't you remember,
Setsuna? For this day, all competitors are still intagible. No
matter how hard you attack an opponent...they are still not
completely materialized yet. This is just a training session,
remember?"
A voice echoed into Setsuna's head like a roar. He
tried to notice what was going on, but he didn't see anything. Maybe
it was Daisetsu...? Or somebody else talking to him?
Setsuna
looked at his hands...indeed, they were still not quite visible to
him, and he hadn't noticed it. Setsuna stomps the floor, and grabs
the hilt of his sword.
"Hmph! What should I care for such
petty games....?"
Setsuna then catches King from the back of
his eye, drinking a glass of wine. Setsuna gloats and gives an evil
grin.
"If everything goes...we'll see how much can they
take...."
Setsuna slowly walks over to where King is. King
barely notices the approach of Setsuna, who calmly walks towards the
fighter. Setsuna calmly puts a hand on King's shoulder, and King
trembles with a cold sensation tingling up her spine. She chokes a
bit on her wine, but is frozen stiff and dares not to look
behind.
"You think you are so tough, eh? Roughing me up like
that? Like you had a chance!"
King barely muttered some
words, as she slowly lowered her glass of wine towards the table,
her hand still shaking.
"Don't brag so much yourself about
yourself, creep! You think you run the shots around here, but we're
all in the same boat! Same goes for you!"
Setsuna made a
pretty nasty face, as he reared his other hand to punch King. But a
thundering voice crashed behind his back.
"Yo, King! I've
been waiting to even the score, bastard!"
Setsuna turned
around, and glimpsed at a young man...who kinda looked like him.
Same skin tone...same hair color...except he had black leather
dressed all over him, and a red glove to match. His eyes showed the
same angry expression Setsuna always has. Setsuna could feel within
him the rage and determination of a beast of fire.
King
finally broke free from Setsuna's influence, and as if waking up
from a dream, she turned around to face K'.
"Well,
well...K'! It has been a while...missed me in the King of Fighters
tournament? Still bet you are up to no good!"
K' spit on the
floor, and cleaned his mouth, sporting an unfriendly face.
"Yeah! I've beated a lot of ugly mugs there, but I haven't
beated on your sorry ass yet! Time for you to atone your
sins!"
King fixed her gloves, and beckoned for K'. "We shall
see about that!"
Having said that, K's red glove suddenly lit
up with a majestic cloud of flames, fine at first, then violent and
rowdy in the end. King was astonished by this display of
power....only Kyo had that sort of control. And K' has become closer
to mastering the Kusanagi blood within him, and he smiled evily at
King, as all the flames swirling around his arm focused on his open
palm.
"Die, you son of a bitch!"
K' extended his open
palm to King, and a tongue of flame spewed forward to reach out for
King in an uncontrolable rage. King was set to defend herself, but
suddenly, Setsuna embraced her from behind. Then he turned around
and took the flame blast dead on his back. As the smoke cleared off,
Setsuna's turncoat was mildly burned...again, he felt the burning
sensation at first, but slowly dwindled away. He turned around to
face the surprised K'.
"And you are....?"
"Consider
me...your worst nightmare...."
Setsuna grabbed the table
where King had laid her glass wine on. And threw it towards K'. K'
moved just in time to dodge the table...but the glass of wine
smacked him in the face. Wine flowed into his eyes, and K' had a
hard time regaining his sight.
"That will sooth down his
temper a bit....."
Setsuna now looked back at King, who was
blushing.
"Huh? What's wrong with you? Don't like being
saved?"
King made a frown and pushed Sestuna away.
"You're such a preposterous jerk!"
Setsuna was
puzzled.
"I never thought a man like him would be so
wild...."
1 A-Vote to K' 1 R-Vote to King
Am I
getting the hang of this? 
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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Thirdtwin |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:24
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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Okay,
since I have almost no time, I'm gonna have to do something I
hate... vote dumping!
1 A-Vote to Allen Snyder 1
A-Vote to Airman 1 A-Vote to Kuma 1 A-Vote to Rogue
1
R-Vote to Hisame Shizumaru 1 R-Vote to Amano Maya 1 R-Vote to
Bruce Banner 1 R-vote to Tingle
Use of Ability:
Vanish
TT
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:37
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Well,
since Carly posted the Tickle-Me Elmdor picture, I now find myself
having dedicated my rings to the cause of one Hisame Shizumaru, and
as such, I think I'll switch back to Lord Dorrin in order to
better help the troubled young bishounen. Well, that, and because
Mint can't resist his sexy body.
Look out, Alma; you've got
competition. 
Oh, and this post occurs before Tingle runs into
Mal'Ganis, since, you know, I need him
invisible...
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Phase One (Excitement) -
Domination and Desecration
The potential to become a
god...
Mint continued to turn the idea over in her head
as she sat in the restaurant, the plate in front of her containing
the remains of her third serving. Shortly after Daisetsu had
finished his speech, she had found herself to be famished, so she
had decided to spend the first few hours 'gathering her strength',
so to speak. Mint didn't actually know what this restaurant was
serving her - she had just asked for the house special - but it was
well cooked, tasted good, and had not a trace of pumpkin anywhere in
it, so it was good enough for Mint.
With the powers of a
god - no, make that a goddess - I wouldn't have any need for the
Dewprism. I would be able to wield such power just by thinking it!
The world would be my plaything... and not just my world! I could
conquer multiple worlds! Entire universes, even! Nobody could stop
me!
"MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-ha... ha... um..." Mint gradually
stopped laughing as she realized that everyone was staring at her.
"Um... I was thinking of something funny from earlier... That's
it..." The stares continued for a second, before everyone went back
to what they were doing.
Great work, Mint. I'll just
gather attention to myself and ensure that I get a swift and
merciless beatdown like last time. No, if I want to get through this
tournament, or war, or whatever it is that this Daisetsu has
in store for us, I'm going to need allies. People who I can trust.
More importantly, people who will trust me until I finally stab them
in the back...
Leaving a few gold pieces on the table
(Just because it's free doesn't mean the waiter doesn't deserve a
nice tip...), Mint walked out of the restaurant looked around
the city. Alright, where to begin? Perhaps I should check around
for an armour shop; if this really is a war, I might need more than
my magic to protect me.
But before Mint had taken three
steps, she had collided head-on with seemingly thin air. "OW!" she
cried out as she bounced backwards and landed in the soft desert
sand. "What the-?" She watched as the air in front of her shimmered,
slowly revealing a pale white demon with enormous wings and a rather
distinguished look about him.
"Impudent girl! You have ruined
my spell!" The demonic creature looked over Mint as he spoke.
Curses! I recognize this one from the gathering in the beginning.
I will be unable to take her soul... "Out of my way, mortal! I
have important business to attend to!" Brushing by Mint, the
Dreadlord continued on his way.
"I don't think so..." Mint
mumbled, jumping to her feet and quickly brushing herself off.
Glancing back towards the demon, she began to run at full speed
towards him. Jumping at the last moment, she delivered a powerful
dropkick between the Dreadlord's wings, sending him flying a few
feet through the air before sliding through the sand.
Mint
stood there, glaring at him as he brought himself to his feet. "You
[expletive]! You think you have better things to do than to
apologize for bumping into people! In case you didn't realize this,
when you're invisible, it's up to you to make sure you don't bump
into anyone else!"
The Dreadlord growled in anger. "Child, I
was going to spare you death by my hand for today, but now you have
invoked my anger and my wrath. Prepare yourself for an eternity of
pain and torment!" The demon spread his arms wide and called forth a
giant swarm of insects and vermin, which bore down on Mint like a
great plague.
"Red, Hyper, Fire Coat!" At the command of her
spell, flames engulfed every part of Mint's body, consuming the
deadly throng of pests before they could inflict their damage. "Ha!
You'll have to do better than that to beat me,
demon!"
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1 A-Vote to Mal'Ganis (Just
because, you know, I can.)
Mint - 5 A-Votes, 4
R-Votes, 1 Ability Battling Under The Lord
Dorrin
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Amethyst |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:43
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Amethyst slipped along the byways of the city, humming a
tune he realized after a short while was "Mr.
Sandman."
It's quite a feat, building not only on sand,
but with sand.
The noise of an explosion came to him.
Interesting how not too much has fallen down
yet.
"Oooh, Eunice, there's some lovely sand over
here!"
A small man in a very sandy robe scuttled past him,
diving to the sand and beginning to scoop it into a loose burlap
bag.
Amethyst scratched his head as an equally sandy woman
dropped to the sand next to him and began helping him fill the
bag.
"Ah..."
"Oh! Hello, didn't see you there. Oooh!
Mind moving your foot, there's some fairly rare sand underneath
it."
Dumbfounded, Amethyst stepped to the side, allowing the
sandman to scoop up some of the sand where he'd been standing and
dump it into the leaky bag with the rest of the
sand.
"...Does that make a difference?"
"Well, you
can't go making the best glass with just any old sand. You need to
high-grade the selection and pick just the very best. Some sands are
naturally better than others."
"...There are different types
of sand?"
"Of course there's different types of sand. There's
Speedy Sand, Holy Sand, Slippery Sand, Wet Sand, Treacherous Banana
Sand, Flying Walrus Sand, Sticky Wicket Sand, Pediatric Jellyfish
Sand, Speedo Hamster Sand..."
Amethyst scooped up a small
handful of grains. "So what type is this?"
"That? That's just
sand."
"You said..."
"Yes. That handful's so muddled
there's at least five different types in there."
"...I see...
Well, I suppose I've learned something. Just what I learned is hard
to tell."
"Well, theoretically you learned not to question
too closely about the jobs of people you meet, as quite often there
are hidden depths to those jobs which others would find perplexing
or even impossible to understand."
"...I suppose." Backing
away slightly, Amethyst turned and meandered on his
way.
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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:44
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Kalten
gestured disdainfully. "You'd better think twice before taking me
on. I may talk big, but I'll hit where it counts. You, on the other
hand, are at a fraction of your abilities, so your big talk means
next to nothing." The play-mocking look in his eyes was getting
cold.
Sol yawned. "Tch. What a both--" He paused--he'd felt
something nick his cheek. Looking at Kalten, he was a little
suprised to see the man holding a bow with an empty
quarry.
What the hell... that bastard nicked me with an
arrow and I didn't even notice?
Kalten's smug grin was
unmistakenly painful to him. "No, no... the light's show's over THAT
way." He gestured towards where'd he shot his arrow.
Sol
turned his head.
Three questions:
1. Wasn't it just
sunny and clear a few seconds ago? The hell was with all these
stormclouds?
2. The stormclouds were rolling off in a
straight line, raining lightning down everywhere in their path. Not
even Kiske could summon up that much on a good day--the fuck was
that?
3. Why did that line of stormclouds look like where
he'd shot the arr--well, shit...
For a moment, Sol was
glad he was naturally silent most of the time. He honestly didn't
have anything to say.
Kalten turned his back and left, giving
a small wave. "Well, I don't want to distract you, so I'll see you
later. Maybe in a few days you can give me a light show too... if
you're up to it."
The laughter that followed really amused
Sol for some reason. He took a long drag from his cigarette, walking
down the side path as he chuckled.
Heh, okay. I like that.
I'll repay you when I'm good and ready. That's another debt I owe to
a kid...
Meanwhile, Chipp was still unable to keep his
eyes off the rolling host of thunderclouds...
"H-H-H-HOLY
ZEN!!!"
Sol's amused mood vanished. One of these days, I'm
going to gag him.
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Interaction bonus --
Sol recieves 1 R-Vote.
Due to some conflicting
situations I'm running into today, The round's end time is extended to 8:00 PM CST. Voting
ends at 7:30.
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edited by DarkBlade77 on 04-19-2003 at 12:49 PM
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Renmazuo |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:55
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
Airships
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Canto I + Ab Initio + Shadow of
Doubt
A glow...a light from within, like a dawn
shrouded in stormclouds. It is as I thought...
Alma felt
like reaching out and touching that chest as the two of them walked
along. They'd been wandering for some time now, and Alma was
starting to feel some power stem back into her. Her body had become
at least somewhat solid, enough for her to feel the ground under the
soles of her dyed shoes. Her staff was also reacting, and she was
glad to feel the holy iron 'humming' as she moved it up and down as
a walking stick. If there was a soul within, as Vormav had told her,
she was happy it had followed her. At least, even if she were
separated from the young samurai, she would have some
company.
Still, as they started to gather their essence
again, that glow only seemed to fade from her eyes...yet she could
still hear it thrumming with life.
"Ahh..." Alma sighed,
coming to a stop and leaning her free hand on her knee. "Whew! We've
been walking for a while now...you feel tired,
too?"
Shizumaru had stopped with her, and smiled. "Not
really, but it's your first time to one of these, isn't
it?"
"Huh? One of these?" Alma asked, raising a brow. "You
mean...wait, you've been to one of these wars
before?"
"Well...not exactly a 'war'," Shizumaru told her.
"It's more like a tournament. I fought with many others from
different worlds, and eventually the strongest warriors won. But we
all went home afterwards, and I think there was a happy ending for
most everyone...I think." He turned his gaze down, frowning.
"It's...getting harder to remember..."
Alma twisted her lip.
"I see...well, I certainly hope this isn't a 'tournament', though I
suppose I would take that over a war from the stars." She noticed
his saddened disposition, and tentatively laid a hand on his
shoulder. "But, well...if I'm going to fight, I'm glad I have a
veteran like you along!"
Shizumaru still seemed distant,
transparent, small under her fingers. He turned his head back up,
though, and smiled at her with his eyes. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I
just wish I could remember more...my memory is inhibited, you could
say."
"Perhaps you're fortunate." Alma brushed her fingers
over her hair, moving them quickly to the strand of gentle
gleipnir. "Sometimes I think I remember too much...sometimes,
I wish the only memories that stuck with me were the good ones. I
know that's stupid, but they all-"
"-slip away too quickly,"
Shizumaru finished, and reached up to the hilt of his sword. His
fingers touched two curious braids there- one black, one blue- and
his face echoed her sentiment. "It's not like everyone says...the
memories where you learned- they're not the bad ones. The good ones
were the ones that taught you something..."
Alma nodded, her
eyes fixed on the braids. She chuckled at his mirroring gesture, and
reached over to touch one of the locks. "What might these be? I've
never seen their hues..."
"Oh, these?" Shizumaru tapped the
locks again, beaming with pride. "These are bits of hair from two
very good swordsmen...two very good men. I met them both in the last
tournament." He wove a finger around the black one first. "This is,
ah...from a man named Zack. Zack Ebony."
Alma touched the
hair curiously. "I get the strangest sense of longing from it...I
can tell this man had great spirit."
Shizumaru put his fist
to his mouth and snickered. "Oh, ah, yes, he was very, very
spirited."
"And dedicated, too!" Alma said, toying with the
lock for a moment. "Awful greasy, though- I trust that he has some
wash, wherever he might be now." She moved her finger to the blue
one, and almost took a step back. "Whoa...I've never felt this
texture on just hair before. Whose is this?"
Shizumaru paused
a moment. Hesitantly, he reached up and touched the blue braid, his
head hanging a little. "That's...that's from-"
"Hello there,
you two!"
Alma peered over Shizumaru's shoulder at the voice.
Two rather exotic-looking women were approaching- one with short
dark hair, and a taller one with full blonde hair. Both were very
pretty, if not strikingly beautiful. Alma was reminded of Charene
for a moment. Perhaps the two were Dancers of a sort, or like those
two escorts of the Marquis she'd heard about...
The young
samurai's hand immediately strayed for his sword hilt, but Alma's
hand was there to meet it. He looked to her questioningly, but Alma
simply shook her head, giving his hand a quick brush. His brow
furrowed a little, but he set it down at his side at last. She
smiled encouragingly, giving his palm another gentle pat, and turned
with him to face the women- though she made certain she was a step
or two in front of him.
"Hi there," she said, offering a
slight curtsy. "May we help you two?"
The blonde one fixed
her with a smile that probably would have charmed the pants off
Zalbag. "We just thought we'd introduce ourselves to two young ones
such as yourself," she said. "I'm Mature. This is Vice,
my...partner."
Alma looked to Vice, whose dark gaze seemed to
be directed towards Shizumaru. She gave her staff the slightest
squeeze, but smiled at both women, nodding her head. "Pleased to
meet you. My name is Alma- Alma Beoulve. This is my friend,
Shizumaru Hisame."
Shizumaru had turned scarlet again, and
nodded slowly. "H-hajimemashite...dozo
yoroshiku."
Alma giggled at his blush, putting a hand on
his shoulder again. "If you're wondering, yes, my friend here
is a grown samurai of Nipan."
"Ah, Japan,
Alma-san."
"...he's a samurai from a place called 'pan' at
least!" Alma put her hand behind her head and flashed yet another
nervous smile. Shizumaru was rubbing off on her already, she
supposed. "Well, I'm glad to meet you two...where are you
from?"
Mature simply chuckled, giving her well-combed hair a
run-through. "Our home happens to be our workplace, and our
workplace is...anywhere, really." She smirked then, in a way Alma
would definitely equate more with Deruta rather than Charene. "But
ours are dull stories...would you two enjoy some
company?"
"We'd certainly enjoy some help," Alma said with a
sheepish grin. "And I'd like to make sure someone has your back- I'm
sure both Shizumaru and I are up for the job. Here you
are..."
Alma clasped her free hand to the back of her staff,
summoning up her power. It was still a little hard to bring up the
command for a spell, but ever so slowly, she found herself able to
find the energy. She clutched her staff and half-bowed her head,
light surging to the tip of her staff. "Nunc...per animam meam,
adsumate signo tuto uto care, unos pretiosos!" Come, Magic
Barrier!
Bubbles of purple light swarmed around Vice and
Mature, and then burst in sparkles. Immediately their essences were
encased in the shield, the magic of regeneration, self-revival,
haste, and all protective barriers molding to their existence.
Around their spiritual selves, it was moot, but Alma knew as they
became solid they would require the barrier. The power fell out of
her, then. Alma sighed, starting to move to get the power recharging
in her again-
Stopped. She frowned, as though something had
pricked her, moving her hand to her mouth. Strange, I think I...I
feel like I'm-
trapped my embrace trust
trust trust me my body my warm warm body
Alma's
eyes bulged, and she fell to her knees, choking back vomit.
"Mmf...nngh...impossi..."
"Alma-san!" Shizumaru was
immediately at her side, his strong arms around her shoulders.
"D-daijoubu desu ka?"
Vice and Mature were there, too.
Alma winced, the memory of the battle with Zalmo running back into
her. She would be a harlot in the cult of Lucavi before she let that
happen again. Gripping her staff, Alma forced herself back to her
feet, grimacing. "I-I'm fine...don't worry, this has happened
before," she lied, smiling a little. "You feel nauseous if you've
not cast a spell in a long while, on my world..."
It's
happening. I feel her.
Alma's hand was shaking around her
staff, and not because of her sudden nausea. She leaned slightly on
Shizumaru, and felt the nausea wave start to increase at his touch.
The reaction. She pulled away- slowly, politely- and leaned on her
staff again, taking deep, slow breaths to ease the discomfort. The
desert air was hot, but it would help. A moment and it would pass-
it was just hysteria...
It's happening.
No, she
wasn't. "Well," Alma said, swallowing, "perhaps we should get to
finding some shelter. I can't imagine the sandstorms will be very
kind..." She tapped her staff against the ground, turning and
pointing in some random direction. "Well then!
Ickyzoo!"
"Ikuzo, Alma-san."
"That too,"
Alma said, starting to walk. "Come on, I'm sure there's an oasis
somewhere..."
It's happening. It's real.
While
she would only find out later, Shizumaru, Vice, and Mature were the
first to notice that one of Alma's eyes had gone
bloodshot.
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1 R-Vote to Vice and
Mature
Honey-blonde Cleric Power, round and round you go!
Protect Vice's elder half-brother!! XD
Story Note -
you can probably guess something's very wrong with Alma at the
moment. Nothing your character does will cause it to worsen, but if
you're telepathic or have some supernatural essence, you'll probably
be able to sense something of enormous power behind her. But Alma's
herself right now, so approach her as you normally would.
^^
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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"The....potential to become a god?" Kite blinked a few
times, looking thoroughly confused.
"Sounds pretty crazy,
eh?" Opera lifted the near-empty bottle to her lips and drained the
last few drops, before examining the label. "I'm not sure what these
people are on, but it's got to be far stronger than this stuff. Save
the world....ha...." Tossing the empty bottle aside, she began
rummaging in her bag. "Hey, you hungry? Thirsty? I've got plenty of
non-alcoholic stuff in here. After all, it's not like Rena, Claude
or Precis can legally drink 'tea' yet." She chuckled to
herself.
"Who?"
"Oh, never mind." She shook her head.
"Just a few friends back....back where I was." Opera sighed and sat
down next to Kite. "So, what'd they drag you away from? Who's gonna
be wondering where you disappeared to?"
"Nobody." Opera
raised an eyebrow. "Well....my friends, they...." He paused and
frowned. "They....weren't with me when it happened. They'd
log....er....gone home a while before I got taken
away."
How am I supposed to explain to her or anyone else
that this is....what IS this, anyway? It doesn't seem to make sense.
One minute I'm in The World, and now....this is far too real to
still be The World. Not to mention the fact that this looks nothing
like anywhere I've ever seen....and SHE doesn't have any character
design I've ever spotted....so she....wait....maybe she's a hacker?
Or.... Kite was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Opera
was looking at him strangely.
"Hey, you all right there? I
didn't go too fast, did I?" She frowned and waved her hand in front
of Kite's face when he didn't respond. "Hello? Opera to....er....ah,
heh, we never did get each other's names, did we?" Opera chuckled
sheepishly.
"Huh? What? Oh, oh yeah." Kite blinked and shook
his head, as if snapping out of some kind of trance. Opera smiled
and extended her hand.
"Sorry for not introducing myself
before. I'm Opera Vectra....and you are?"
"....Kite. Just
call me Kite." He hesitantly shook her hand.
No need for
her to know anything else until I know anything else for
certain....
"Kite. Right. Nice to meet you." Opera
nodded. "Anyway, the offer still stands if you're hungry or thirsty.
Or both." She looked expectantly at
him.
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Over to you again, Nif, whenever you get back on. =D
Let me know if I made any mistakes in characterizing Kite, and I'll
fix 'em.
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s p i r i t e d . . .
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Okay,
I won't be around tonight, so I am gonna hafta dump all my votes
>_<
1 A-Vote to Alma 1 A-Vote to Kite 1 A-Vote to
Bruce Banner 1 A-Vote to Opera
1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske 1
R-Vote to Mint 1 R-Vote to Tingle
Btw, sorry about the
whole 'destroying Shang-Tsung's fluffy sidekick' thing. Didn't know
it was a sidekick, sorry. But I've edited the post so so 
Where can I
run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.
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Martian Successor
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Adol
and the Late Sir Alec Guiness' head on a stick explored the sandy
city. Alec was worried.
"GNIHTON! Gnihton wonk i. Lamronba
yrev era sesnes 7331 ym."
In the middle of the street, a
brick was laying around for no apparent reason.
"Zlliks
gnimmar 7331 ruoy htiw kcirb siht znwp ,Loda. Aedi na evah
I."
And so Adol tried to ***z the brick...and failed as it
remained intact.
Gnieb emit eht rof zlliks ruoy tuohtiw
eganam tsum ew. Thguoht I sa tsuj."
They continued...and then
a big robot with a fan in the center jumped forward, struck a pose,
and built up its life meter.
And so the fan started and all
Adol could do was run in place, avoidng getting blown
away.
Sdnah ym ni lla si it," Alec said as he vaulted high in
the air and landed on the robots head, smacking him with the stick
he's held upon until he bumped into a wall.
"Ow!" exclaimed
the robot.
1 A-VOTE TO AIR MAN
STUPID FUCKING
TRIVIA: AN EXPLANATION- Continuing a tradition I started in S9, I
typically blatantly steal from a game, movie, TV show, or some other
type of fiction to use as part of a trivia question so I can dump my
R-Votes. So without further ado...
STUPID FUCKING
TRIVIA: Alec Guiness says "I know nothing. NOTHING!" Now, this
could also be heard in a game. I'll answer this one for you. The
line comes from Xenogears. But the fact is, it is actually a
referrence to an old sitcom. The first four people to correctly name
it will get my four R-Votes.
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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The Night Beckons...
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I've decided to arrange it so that people
who've "won" R-votes from me claim them during any round; and I'll
use up the unclaimed R-votes near the end of each round as I get
them. That way you can save your R-votes for a round you think
you'll need them in. Just being helpful. Thanks for participating, of course.
In this
entry....
-Mal'Ganis matches wits and spells with
Mint. -Darn fairy wannabes.
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No one had noticed
Mal'Ganis's escape, and he walked as quickly and quietly as he could
outside. Though no one could see him, they could still hear him; and
those hooves weren't exactly slippers when on a hard-tiled stone or
wooden floor.
So it was no surprise when he found that he'd
collided into a human girl, who subsequently kicked him in the back
and gave him a piece of her mind. ...well, not in the literal sense;
Mal'Ganis found that he couldn't dominate her will like he could the
mundane humans from earlier. Finesse was called for in dealing with
this situation.
"Child, I was going to spare you death by my
hand for today, but now you have invoked my anger and my wrath.
Prepare yourself for an eternity of pain and torment!"
The
swarm shot out at this girl-- ah, lowering her guard to use that
fire-barrier-- Mint, first princess, "East Heaven" Kingdom, skilled
mage, at least for her years-- nothing was left of the vile swarm
save hundred of charred, some still popping; bodies and
shells.
Mal'Ganis nodded. "Not bad."
Mint, in turn;
grinned. "See! My magic's pretty powerful, eh? Now you were about to
apologize for running int-- ah!" she shrieked, raising the Fire
Coat again as Mal'Ganis fired another Carrion Swarm at her.
"That's not going to work!"
Mal'Ganis lazily pointed
behind her. "Unless I am mistaken, it just did."
Mint slowly
turned around, then stopped, stock-still; at the sight of dozens of
insects waiting patiently perhaps two inches in front of her
face.
"Ahh... ahh... ahh... eek!" she cried, and Mal'Ganis
couldn't resist laughing as she dashed the other way, chased by the
swarm of stinging, biting scarabs moving just fast enough to keep
her running. She made two laps around the small plaza opening where
they'd "met" before the spell petered out and the swarm suddenly
vanished.
"You are most entertaining, child." And you are
more powerful than you let on. I will let this end here before
either of us need escalate this further. Pick your fights wisely,
mortal... next time I will forget that I cannot take your soul for
my own.
Mint involuntarily shivered as the Dreadlord's
presence broke from her mind. "Y-yeah, run! I've got a lot more
where that came from!"
Mal'Ganis, having started to walk
away, glanced back over his shoulder at Mint. Yes. I know. And so
do I, child.
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"Red... chu... jelly. Medicine.
Right. ...and a 'picto box?' Little mortal, if you insist on
following me, I demand you at least explain what these things are."
Mal'Ganis then paused for a moment, looking over Tingle; who smiled
helpfully. "...very well, you may tag along."
I personally
do not need his company, but this creature is so bizarre that
potential enemies cannot possibly take him, and thus me, seriously.
Those who let down their guard quickly become--
"Did you
say something, Mal?"
...but will it be worth it? Can I
resist the urge to strike him down and end this constant
annoyance?
"So where are we going
now?"
....
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A-vote to Mint.
(Traitor! There's only like four WarCraft 3 players in all of SX. We
were supposed to stick together. Seriously, sorry about cutting that short; but this'll
probably do it for this round; maybe just one more post. If you want
to arrange something later, Krizak; that'd be fine.)
Ah ha!
Nice, Crusader. That wouldn't be Schultz's classic line from
Hogan's Heroes, now would it?
"As you can see, your people are now mine. I
will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of
Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:23
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Rock You
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~Drowse~ Sol Badguy--Album 1, Track 2
Yeah,
next time I'll give you your damn light show, Sol thought,
combing back his hair from his crimson headband absently with one
finger as he left a startled Chipp behind.
Bet Kiske and
Testament are here, too...
For the time being, however,
Sol didn't much care to deal with any of them. He wanted to talk to
that Daisetsu guy and find out what the hell was really going
on.
Though if he's anything like the archer, I'll have my
work cut out for me.
Ignoring a group of people who ran
by, seeking shelter from the thunderstorm, Sol turned into an
alleyway and leaned against the wall for a moment, taking another
puff from his cigarette as he considered his next
move.
Finding Daisetsu'd be good, but...
There
was also the matter of finding the man at all in this sandy haze of
a town, and avoiding detection by any of the multitude of
people...and other things...looking for a fight.
Last
thing I want to do is waste time fighting a damn bear, he
thought, thinking of the massive animal he'd seen while Daisetsu had
been giving his speech.
Glancing at the angry sky once more,
Sol continued down the alley.
Then again, if I'm going to
be here for a while, might as well make the best of
it.
He decided it would be beneficial to get a feel for
who else he'd be dealing with in the days to come. He'd make sense
of things later.
Maybe he'd go pay back that silver-haired
swordsman while he was at it.
And with that, the beat
returned.
Ride the wild wind Push the envelope don't
sit on the fence (Hey hey hey) Ride the wind Live life on
the razor's edge (Hey hey hey) Gonna ride the whirlwind It
ain't dangerous - enough for
me
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Sol is available for any
and all interaction that may come his way. 
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:25
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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Bowling Pin, you can't give Dan an R-vote. He's a
sidekick. That makes it two R-votes and
A-votes.
Nothing much to say now, people. I'm just in awe of
the Flying Walrus
Sand.
*disappears*
*reappears*
Might as well
knock of another A-vote to a no-show.
A-vote to Rogue. Adam,
I'll take it off if you show up later.
Tingle: 1 A-vote, 0
R-votes, 0 Specials.
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Cru -
Hogan's Heroes. Yep. :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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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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Part One, Scene Two -
Confidence
"Dorrin. How is she?"
"Much better.
The jutsu drained her strength, but she'll be back up within a hour
or so now. Genbu seems to have some recuperative benefits as
well."
Daisetsu let out a long sigh of relief. "Good. I was
hoping we hadn't taxed her too much. This'll be quite the long
journey..." He placed his right hand on Jun's crossed ones as she
slept, looking at her with a twinge of wistfulness. "It's kinda
strange... I'm afraid that what happened back at Naclos will happen
again. I've used Suzaku on many people, but she was so far gone
then... so far... I don't know if I could do something like that
again."
Dorrin closed his eyes, the man lowering the enormous
steel mace to the ground for the first time in an hour. "Daisetsu,
it is good to worry. However, one in your position must show this
emotion the least. Our troops have settled into this nervous
anticipation of our upcoming battles, and the only thing you can be
for them now is a pinnacle of faith."
"I know that." Daisetsu
withdrew his hand. "But so many things seem uncertain right now...
especially the summoning. I don't know how suprised I was when I saw
some intergalactic grab bag show up instead of what the Scriptures
entailed. All those descriptions of 'mighty, unassailable warriors
who would lay away to armies as a reaper to harvest...' I don't
think it's what any of us expected, but the
contrast..."
"There are prophecies..."
Daisetsu looked
up.
"...Of everything."
Daisetsu facepalmed. Dorrin
gave a small chuckle.
"I do not wish to begrudge you with
meaningless phrases of speech, my ally. What I am saying is that
maybe you have looked in a slightly different direction. All the
prophecies you have followed so far have not exactly come to pass,
correct?"
His eyes misted. "Yes... and that worries
me."
"However," Dorrin continued, "All the prophecies you
have followed have held some measure of truth, have they
not?"
Silence.
The large, well-built warrior-cleric
laughed heartily. "You see? Things can look optimistic from the
right point of view."
Daisetsu looked at Dorrin. "Perhaps you
were right in the beginning."
"About what?"
"Playing
it by ear. If all these things were prophesized, then by doing what
I naturally do, I'll fufill one of them anyway..."
Dorrin
laughed again -- it was a good sound to hear. "Live your live
unrestrained, young one. That is my motto. Truth to self is a high
point to keep when one views himeself against the world. Just don't
overdo it. Like you always do."
Daisetsu scratched his head
in embarrassment.
"Ngh... Dorrin? Dai?"
They both
turned to see Jun blinking sleepily. "My apologies, Jun," Dorrin
profused. "I must have laughed a bit too hard."
"No, it's
fine... just... turn.. the light...s..." She fell asleep again
quickly.
Daisetsu looked up. "I'll look after her for now.
Why don't you take a break and walk around town a
bit?"
"Thank you, my friend. I was hoping I'd get to take a
better look at all these new people anyway. Such an interesting
variety, don't you think?"
Dorrin gently closed the door
behind him, leaving Daisetsu to look after Jun. The guerilla
commander looked at the closed door suspiciously.
How long
until he hits the pub?
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Alright, finally here. This is my first time in one of
these, so tell me if I do something horribly wrong or something, k?
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Max stands up, dazed
and confused as to what is actually happening at the moment. He
vaguely remembers being ripped away from what was formerly Balir's
castle on Celestia, when he had just heard from Keele that some kind
of 'spacecraft' as he called it, was coming directly towards Imen.
He then remembers Daisetsu's speach given to all the people that had
come here, and when he had looked around at all the different types
of people there, he was suprised to have not recognized
anyone.
Hmm, the power to become a god... Sounds like I
could then have a fine opportunity to...
'Take over the
world! Ha ha ha ha!'
Noticing that the people around him are
looking at him like he's gone completely insane, Max stops and takes
a look at his surroundings. He is surrounded by strange people and
buildings made of sand, and notices the military training hall
nearby. Interested in how these people train their soldiers, Max
enters the strange building.
'Welcome, Sir, to our training
facility.' A strange man, seemingly in charge of the place, says to
Max. 'I assume you've come here to brush up on your fighting
skills?'
'Well, I just wanted to see how you
fight.'
'Alright...' the man says, somewhat perplexed at the
strange, uncaring quality Max has in his voice. 'Follow me,
Sir.'
Max follows the man to a large, fairly open area where
masses of troops are beggining their daily excercises. Seeing that
none of them are carrying a gun of any kind he recognizes, Max
becomes slightly confused.
'What's going on here? Don't you
people have guns?'
'Guns? What's a gun?' the man is quite
confused about this and has some difficulty even pronouncing the
word.
'You don't even know what a gun is? Here, let me show
you what it can do!' Max says, brining out his Grand Magnum.
'Burning Force!' Max fires his weapon, not even noticing the
conflict that is occuring in the direction he fires
it.
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Setsuna
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
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Tingle
wasn't even half of his buddy Mal's height, so he had no qualms with
climbing up onto the demon's shoulder and hitching a ride. "Chu
Jelly is a powerful restorative substance, sir," claimed Tingle,
pulling a little bit out of his pouch and tasting it. "Of course, it
really has no use if not mixed properly with other indredients, but
it makes a mean fruit salsa and takes that terrible aftertaste out
of Diet Pepsi if used alone. It comes from little jelly-like
animals, called Chuchus."
Mal looked as if he was about to
swat Tingle off of his shoulder, but then thought better of it. "And
this... Picto Box?"
Tingle shook his head. "Well, it takes
pictures, obviously. What else did you think it
did?"
Mal'Ganis peered into the lens. "I had thought that it
had some sort of use. Why did you give me such a useless
item?"
Tingle nearly fell off Mal's shoulder.
"U...u...useless?" he gasped. "Tingle is insulted, sir! That Picto
Box is a prized possession, handed down for generations!
Great-Great-Grandfather Tingle once owned it! Useless
indeed!"
"Well, then, tell me what use it has."
"It
can take pictures!!"
"And how will that help me,
mortal?"
Tingle paused. "Well..." He scratched his head. He
counted his fingers. He got out his abacus and ran figures. "I don't
exactly know, sir," he said meekly. "But you might want to ask that
man over there." Tingle pointed over to Jason Soe, who had just
taken a picture of Tingle riding Mal'Ganis' shoulder.
"Woah!"
cried Jason. "This'll go great in my album! Who knew that big
Mal'Ganis had a soft spot for middle-aged pixies!"
"Tingle is
not a fairy yet, sir!" called Tingle.
"What are you doing,
fool?" growled Mal. "Get that primitive Picto Box out of my face. Do
you know the damage that thing could have caused?"
"Jeez,
calm down," said Jason, holding his hands up in the air, barely able
to contain his laughter. "It's just a camera. It can't hurt you. I'm
just preserving this moment. I mean, it's not every day that you
realize that one of the biggest, baddest Dreadlords has a fairy
fetish."
"A WHAT?" cried Tingle and Mal'Ganis in unison. They
looked at each other and shuddered.
"I mean, that's perfectly
understandable," said Jason. Tingle reached into his pack and pulled
out a bomb. Jason was unaware of the impending danger. "I've known
worse. My middle school principal, for example. Mr. Exeter. Now,
there was one screwed up individual. Had a thing for
hamseters like you wouldn't believe. Hey, what's that thing?" Jason
caught the bomb that Tingle tossed.
The blast shook the
streets. In the center of a smoldering crater, a charred Jason stood
quivering. "It's... just... a scratch..." he mumbled.
"Nice,"
commented Mal'Ganis. Tingle nodded, pleased with
himself.
"Sorry, sir!" cried Tingle, as an afterthought.
"Tingle will make it up to you, I promise!" He tossed a tiny green
Game Boy Advance to Jason and continued their
walk.
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Sorry, Curley! Please, don't take it as any
sort of offense. This round doesn't count, and anyways, I'm not
giving you an A-vote.
However, you are now a happy owner of a
Tingle Tuner! If you use this
magical device, Tingle will hear it and come running. You lucky
devil.
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edited by Bugenhagen on 04-19-2003 at 02:03 PM
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Bowling
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:06
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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quote:
Originally posted by Bugenhagen Bowling Pin, you
can't give Dan an R-vote. He's a sidekick. That makes it
two R-votes and A-votes.
*** Cue song: Xenogears - Tears of the
Stars, Hearts of the People
That's
funny. I somehow sense one of our R-Votes returning to
us.
Now that I think about
it...Dan Hibiki's just a sidekick!
You gave an R-Vote to a sidekick? How foolish of you,
Bruce.
Sidekick, Sponsor...do these labels even
matter?
I'm afraid they do. But it's not
as if this is a matter of Darwin's Origin of Species; the lives of
Sidekicks are every bit as valuable as the lives of
Sponsors.
...I know. Thanks.
ARGH! HULK SENSE...GHOST!
It's a SPIRIT you fucktard, and it's coming from
right over there.
Bruce jerked his head to his
right, and far off in the distance, he saw an enormous aura glow
within Alma Beoluve.
That's coming
from that little girl?!
In my
opinion, our course of action is to stay away from
her.
I know. I don't want to hurt any
kids.
Is that the Ricky Myers incident
on your mind?
I still couldn't find him. There's no
way he's here either. This journey is a waste of everyone'
time.
You said it.
Hey, you talk as if taking out tykes is a hard thing
to do. I've taken on a kid who became a GOD, so I can take this one
out if I need to too.
Shut up, Kyo!
Banner
decided to ignore the energy he saw, and went back to his Yoga
levitation.
***
Onto another
matter...just what are we to do with this extra
R-Vote?
Hulk noticed that poor Kite
got an A-Vote.
What, that kid
who thinks he's in a video game?
He
thought.
Man, whatever. Just
consult me whenever the A-Votes start.
R-Vote!
Kite!
That makes one R-Vote, and two
A-Votes. Are you sure you're not trying to make any alliances,
Hulk?
Hulk just like people, he
guess.
***
In case you were
wondering...yes, Bruce Banner and the Hulk can detect spirits. This
stems from Bruce's subconscious desire to be able to know whether or
not when the spirit of his abusive father is haunting
him.
Also, there are three main Hulk personalities, in the
forms of the Savage Hulk, the Gray Hulk, and the Professor. The
Savage Hulk speaks in third person inside Bruce's mind, but speaks
in first-person plural (we) when he's summoned. The Gray Hulk's also
called Joe Fixit; you probably learned this by now. The Professor is
the ideal Bruce Banner-Savage Hulk fusion, with intelegence
and brawn; but because Savage Hulk is 100X cooler than the
Professor, the Prof isn't going to be tapped in any time
soon.
Also, in case you were wondering, the Savage Hulk is
the green monster you all know and love.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:32
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Crusader - Hogan's Heroes, and I knew that completely
from my own knowledge. Not from copying Wayne and Carly's answers.
Yes. That's right. </blatant lie>
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:36
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
Airships
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Okay,
Cru, it's Hogan's Heroes. XD I should've watched more than five
episodes, but...
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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S-Chicken
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:44
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Martian Successor
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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WE
HAVE OUR WINNERS!
It was Sergeant Schultz from an old
World War II Sitcom from the 1960s called Hogan's Heroes. Schultz
was the -Second Funniest Nazi on Television-. Second only to his
superior, Colonel Wilhelm Klink.
Mal'Ganis, Shizumaru, Alma,
and Mint get...umm...good stuff. Yeah. That'll do. R-VOTES FOR
ALL OF THEM!
A-VOTES
FOR...
MAX TESTAMENT KYOSUKE YURI VINCENT
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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Baka
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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"Shang
Tsung.. you tricked me. And you have resisted arrest now - not to
mention taking a human life." Ky's anger flashed for a second,
replaced by a cool passion - the desire to right this wrong, to
bring this evildoer to justice. Tsung grinned. "Come now.. I took
his soul, not his life."
"Infidel! You will pay for your
deeds!" Ky brought his sword down infront of him in a defensive
position, bracing to spring. I have to do this fast.. before the
woman dies.. Tsung laughed, then beckoned for him to
come..
Ky struck first, a blast of lightning flying from his
blade - missing the dodging Tsung, as his body flew to the left,
sneaking in a quick kick to the torso, to Ky's wounded side. Ky
swung around, his sword running a shallow cut across Shang's arm.
The sorceror grinned, springing back and firing a bolt of fire into
Ky - but not for nothing had Ky learned from his duels with Sol -
firing his Stun Edge into the way, the projectiles collided with a
satisfying explosion. "Your fire will not burn me, deceiver. I am
filled with the lord's power!" Ky dropped himself into a sliding
dash, which his opponent lept over - then screamed in shock and pain
as Ky flipped up, swinging the Fuuraiken into an arc over his head.
Lightning trailed the blade as it ripped into the sorceror's legs,
sending waves of electricity into his body - and Shang Tsung went
flying, crashing into a wall of glass ornaments. Ky winced in pain
at every tinkle.. and Tsung stood from the dust, smoothing down his
robe.
"Kiske, do you think that's enough to defeat me?" he
said, grinning as he stepped forward, re-adopting the crane stance.
A flurry of kicks pummelled into the holy knight, driving him back
into the corner. A vertical slash with the Thunderseal, and Tsung
pulled back to avoid it, giving Ky the space he needed for a
different approach. The Cresent Slash maneuver involved a standing
back-flip, using the power of his blade to ricochet a blast of
lightning off the floor - in effect creating a vertical blast of
electricity infront of him. And fighting in the Crusades gave Ky a
lot of time to practice this. A heavy slash forward turned into a
feint, moving to two low jabs, Shang avoiding these at great speed.
A punch to the arm, and the sword swung round at chest level,
drawing a thin line across Tsung's chest before Ky flipped into the
Cresent Slash, bolts of lightning throwing his opponent away. Tsung
was up quickly, aiming in a few more kicks and a lunge - Ky's dodge
backwards threw him off-balance long enough for Tsung to swing round
a leg to knock him to the floor. Jumping to his feet, Ky lunged with
his sword again, as Tsung sprung backwards once more - and Ky
grinned, as a Stun Edge shot out from the end, blasting the sorceror
away.
Pulling himself to his feet, Shang Tsung wiped a small
trickle of blood from his mouth and frowned. "Seems you need a
lesson in respect, Ky. Respect for your peers!" His hands moved for
a second - and Ky went flying. Looking up at the skeletal form of Li
Mei, Ky caught a curse before it left his mouth. One on two until
the woman recovers... Loath to say it as he was, he could really
do with Testament's help now..
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A-vote to Shang
Tsung, just because. R-vote to Testament. Also just
because.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:11
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Hisame Shizumaru - 1:3
The young man
nodded. "Yes, we should find shelter soon... this should suffice for
the moment, I believe," Immediately, he snapped open his umbrella
and held it up to provide shade to himself and the three other
ladies, clutching his collar again, only to see that the glow had
become faint and clouded - if no one had seen it prior, they
wouldn'tve noticed it, and to his relief, the older women hadn't
mentioned a word about it.
But judging by how shifty Alma's
eyes had been in sneaking peeks at the bare skin, either she knew or
she couldn't resist the sight - he was more inclined to lean towards
the former from her reaction, though.
"Alma-san..." he
frowned. "What are you looking at?"
"Hm? Oh - ah, nothing,"
she laughed and looked away hastily. "Thought I'd seen something for
a moment..."
... she knows. He closed his eyes sadly
and let the hand clutched around his collar fall once more, seeing
no use in covering it up if she already knew what hid beneath it -
and since neither Vice nor Mature knew, then he saw no point in
keeping his hand there.
Though he wondered if he should've
left it there; Vice's gaze flittered to the bare skin immediately
and his cheeks began to burn with embarrassment once more. The
brunette smirked at his blush, and grinned, licking her lips -
nearly making the young man stop dead in his tracks. The other lady,
Mature, was scowling at Vice as she continued to flirt
-
"Vice... knock it off," she glared at the brunette, and
even though her tone was more laced with jealousy, Shizumaru'd
thought she'd been merely telling her off. He politely nodded his
head to her - but, of course, she didn't notice a
bit.
Sighing, he looked around - "Rather, Alma-san, I think
we should head towards the town - it would be much more reliable
than searching in the desert for an oasis, don't you think?"
"Yeah, that's probably better," she nodded once, and spun on
her heel towards the conglomeration of buildings, with Shizumaru and
the two women (looking daggers at each other) right
behind.
Right away, he caught back up to Alma. "Are you truly
alright?" he asked, keeping his voice low so as not to divert the
attention of Vice - and then, in turn, Mature - once more. "I have
had such fits myself - "
"Oh, no... I'm alright," she looked
at him with a bright smile on her face. "Really..."
Her face
took on a bewildered look as Shizumaru looked at her in horror.
"What is it?" her voice trembled.
"Your eye..." It was
completely bloodshot - identical to the eyes of a demon. But I
sense absolutely nothing from her -
"Is there something
wrong with it?" Alma frowned. "It does feel a bit teary, but -
"
"Let me see," Shizumaru leant his head closer to see her
eye - quite blooshot and watery, in fact - and caught a loose tear
on his finger. Perhaps, maybe, he was overreacting a touch? "You
must have gotten something in your eye, Alma-san. It should be
naught to worry about."
"Thanks," she smiled again. Shizumaru
looked after her, and she dried off her eye - but the deep red that
her eye had become covered with still remained, and he could not
deny that it had been linked to her earlier collapse. But, if he
could not sense a demon... then what could it be?
He was
about to voice his concern, when he saw behind him a towering
figure, and nearly became weak in the knees. Yellow robes swished
along his feet, and he was humming a slow tune as an enormous mace,
propped up against his shoulder, thumped with his footsteps to the
melody. A rush of sensation instantly hit him in the face, and he
stared after the enormous man -
"You two must be some of our
new recruits," his voice boomed out. "What're you doing on the edge
of town like this?"
"We were just about to head in,
actually," Shizumaru cowered slightly, and Alma nodded nervously.
"Mayhap there be someone who can take a look at Miss Alma's eye? It
seems to have caught a bit of sand..."
"I can take a look at
it," he laughed, and knelt down in front of Alma, who very bravely
let the robed man peer into it.
"Hm... " he frowned. "It
probably did get some sand in it, so you'd best cover it up and
blink it out - let your tears was it away, alright?"
"Okay,"
Alma nodded hesitantly, wiping away another tear as the large man
walked off, humming a slightly faster song.
Shizumaru looked
back after the man, though, and couldn't help but see the way his
head looked back in concern - he certainly must have figured it
out. He slowly turned his head back to Alma, who was furiously
trying to blink out whatever had been in her eye, obviously not
realizing the futility of it.
She is not a demon, and yet
she is not completely human, either...
Alma-san... tell me,
what does that eye hide?
--
maaah, vote dump
@_@
A-vote to Airman
R-vote to Vice and
Mature
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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m121akuma |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:13
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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Dan
stumbled around a bit, betting his bearings straight after that
giant explosion from the bomb.
Dan: THAT LITTLE GREEN
FUCKER!!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIS FAIRY ASS....
Suddenly,
Dan has a vague memory of a scrawny man wearing glasses.
Dan:
Oh yeah! That Moby dude tried to help me. Even if it didn't work, I
ought to return the favor.
Dan releases the strange energy
called the R-Vote to Bruce Banner.
Dan: Well, this ain't too
bad of a town here. I guess it wouldn't be too bad to be stuck here
for a while. I'm sure they have some desert-style hos up in here, so
IT'S TIME TO MACK!!*patented Hibiki Thumbs Up*
???: I can't
be! Is that Mr. Hibiki?!?
Dan turns around to see a muscular
man in blue spandex and a red helmet, various corporate logos all
over his body.
Dan: What do you want, bitch? I'm a busy
man...
Cap. Falcon: You mean you've never heard of me? Don't
you know that I am *pose* the great Captain Falcon?!? Defender of
justice, protector of peace, and official spokesperson for your
favorite products!!
Dan: Dude, weren't you on that Pasta
Perfect commercial a while back?
Falcon: Yeah, 'till the
bastards dropped me for Billy Maze. I would have argued, until Maze
sicked his buddies Jared and Carrot Top on me. Those
bastards....Anyway, I think that you should definately consider me
as the official spokesman for Shotopimps!! Think about it. Would I
not be perfect for the role? *busts a superheroic pose*
Dan:
I don't have time for this shit. You apparently don't know the first
thing about pimpin', judging by the way you're dressed. Don't even
bother.
Falcon: WHAT?!? How could you? I would be perfect for
the job!!!
Dan: DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?!?
SHINKUUUUUU....PIMPSLAP!!!!
Dan left the lame superhero on
the ground and through the streets, in search of hos.
1
R-Vote to Bruce Banner 1 A-Vote to Falcon (actually, I like the
way your writing is going, I just thought it would be
funny)
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
Website---
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Krizak |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:36
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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And
now, for a vote dump that matters not in the
slightest...
A-Vote to Setsuna A-Vote to
Airman A-Vote to Kyosuke A-Vote to K' A-Vote to
Max (No damage means no thought required.
Yay!)
R-Vote to Shizumaru R-Vote to
Amethyst R-Vote to Jason Soe (We have returned to claim
your SOULS...)
R-Vote to Alma (You can have
Shizu for this round, Alma. But soon, he shall be
MINE!)
Allay on Captain Falcon (Pepsi IS the
Joy of Cola!)
Mint - 0 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability
Used Battling Under The Lord Dorrin
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ShinkuuR |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:28
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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"Beer is bad"
The statement was simple but
unbelievably important for Rydia, who was just now recovering from
the insane amounts of alcohol that were in her body. If she knew
what a hangover was, she would tell you that she felt ten times
worse. She cast a Esuna spell on herself, removing the toxic
substance from her body, but there was still a faint buzzing in her
head: Easy to pass off but constantly there, as if it was trying to
dig deeper into her mind.
She absently shrugged it off and
took a look at the strange surroundings, and thought that the
alcohol was still working for a minute. She originally thought she
was dreaming about the desert and the people that surrounded her at
one time, but now as she spotted some figures off in the distance,
the totality of the situation came crashing down on her...one
statement in particular stood out above the others.
"The
potential... to become a god."
She put that thought in the
back of her mind and instead focused on the important
things...namely where she was and why she was here.
"Ryo?
King?" she shouted in desperation, hoping that there was some sort
of familiar sights in this world. Not hearing a reply, she decided
to head toward the figures in the distance, praying that she would
recieve some answers there.
Gotta
read.....
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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San_Draco |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:33
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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Shang
Tsung looked at Ky, then chuckled slightly. "You have no idea, don't
you?" He launched forward with a spin kick, which was easily
blocked. A low sweep, skipped over, and a roundhouse, which was
ducked.
Ky took this chance to try his Greed Sever again.
However, the sorcerer was ready this time, and he rolled under the
blow. As was to be expected, Ky landed on his feet, and spun around,
slashing through the air.
But it hit nothing. Shang Tsung
used the swordsman's knee as a springboard, launching himself into
the air. Then, with polished grace, he stomped down on Ky's
shoulders, flattening him to the ground.
Shang Tsung raised
up his leg for an ax kick, but a bolt of lightning caused him to
dodge out of the way. As one could guess, Storm was still unwilling
to give herself up as lost, and she began gathering her energy for
yet another attack. That is, until Shang Tsung grabbed his Straight
Sword.
"Woman, perhaps you don't understand what you are
dealing with. By continuing this fight, you have doomed yourself to
the bowels of utter darkness. While I may not be able to kill you, I
can still take your soul, and I have just claim to a part of
it."
Storm coughed in pain, and glared at him. "What? You can
claim no part of me!"
The sorcerer merely smiled. "My
Straight Sword is connected with your soul, and thus it is draining
both your life and your spirit. If I should reclaim my sword, then
the part of your soul that it is connected is also mine by
right."
He did, and it was. He smiled again. "Ah, finally a
soul that is truly its own. I can sense some rage, yes... Perhaps
because you hate me?" The sorcerer laughed slightly, until a
lightning-shooting sword impaled itself through his
chest.
"Maybe, but she has a good reason for it." Ky smiled
slightly. "You were overconfident in your strength. That is what
will defeat you."
Shang Tsung coughed slightly, but still
managed a smile. "Not overconfident... in my strength.
Overconfident... in its..."
Ky raised an eyebrow, then a look
of understand dawned on his face. He turned, just in time to be hit
with the broadside of Li Mei's halberd. The swordsman went flying,
taking his Thunderseal with him. The sorcerer collapsed on the
ground, using up some of his souls to slowly heal
himself.
That is, until Testament burst into the room, scythe
out and ready to attack. The automaton strode toward the newcomer,
ready to continue its battle from before. But, Shang Tsung's voice
arrested it. "We cannot afford a battle, not when we are outnumbered
in this way. Get me out of here."
Mindlessly, the skeleton
picked up the prone form of Shang Tsung, and dashed up the stairs.
Testament followed, and he was followed by Ky, who had stopped
momentarily to make sure Storm was all right and would recover.
However, when the pair arrived on the rooftop, they saw
nothing but the roofs of other buildings. That is, until they looked
down. The revitalized Shang Tsung was running alongside the
skeleton, who had picked up the crate again.
The sorcerer
cursed himself. I shall take their souls and enjoy the look on
their faces when they die!
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:34
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Aaaand
another dump in cause I can't get back tonight -
A-vote
to Kyosuke
Casting Allay on Alma.
booom shaka
laka~
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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Switchblade |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:45
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
behind the mayo
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There
was definitely something special about the boy. Vice could tell that
right away. Oddly enough, though, she’d also gotten a brief flash of
something from the girl as well. She wasn’t sure what it was, or how
she could even feel it for that matter, but it was definitely
strong. Maybe Mature’s interest in the little one isn’t so stupid
after all, she thought. She smiled slightly at her partner’s
good insight, then continued to follow Shizumaru and Alma.
Mature, meanwhile, was intrigued by Vice’s interest in the
Japanese boy. She knew Vice’s interest couldn’t be sexual. The
brunette’s tastes leaned much more towards women, and regardless of
the gender she definitely didn’t lust for children. No, Mature
figured, there was something about that boy that aroused Vice’s
curiosity. The blonde was a bit disturbed by this. In the past
things that Vice took an interest in had a strange tendency to turn
up dead, and Mature was far too interested in Alma to risk Vice
ruining their relationship. Mature knew that she would be forced to
keep a close eye on Vice, at least until she’d fully gained Alma’s
trust. She cast a quick glance over towards the brunette, satisfied
to see that she was walking only a few steps behind. As she looked
away she heard Vice start to cough violently, most likely a case of
sand in the throat.
Vice coughed for a couple of minutes, her
breast shaking in small convulsions. After she was finally able to
calm down she quickly reached into a pocket and pulled out a
handkerchief to wipe the blood from her lips.
and now for
a little vote dump
A-Votes
against: K' Airman Kyosuke Adol
Christian Rogue
R-Votes
to: Opera Yuri Hyuga(with a name like Yuri I have to support
you. )
Single Out against Allen
Snyder
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Luna
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:46
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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Vote dump, before I forget. ^^
1 A-Vote
against: Setsuna Storm Kyosuke AirMan Kuma Rogue
1
R-Vote to: Vincent Adol Sol
Counter against
Storm
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The
Damned |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:50
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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Hmm...
since I, for some moronic reason of being myself, thought the
tournament was ending at 4:00 A.M. CST and therefore end my
last post with a vote dump of my A-votes, I'll just be interacting,
though I do still have my... method:
King Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self Section
4
As Jason walked away, King still stood
mystified, at least on the inside.
What. The. Fuck?
King thought, not one for expletives, even when thinking, unless she
was utterly pissed, usually at Ryo, and even then it was to minimum.
However, that was all she could really think of as she walked away
herself, quietly pondering.
"Energies... combining?" She
whispered herself. "But then why did it look like... magic?" She
inwardly winced at the word.
"There's no such thing as
magic," she stated to herself emphatically and loudly.
"But
then..." she began to whisper again. "There's no such thing as
dimensional portals that kidnap people from their homes nor is there
any way anyone can resurrect themselves. I
mean..."
"Arggh!!!"
The sound came to left of her,
emanating from the sand dune; she hadn't realized that she had
"walked" this far into a part of town where buildings were scarce.
Then, a man stumbled out of the dune, or rather, through it.
His stark white hair was greatly juxtaposed his dark skin, quite
dark for someone who was so obviously Asian. He had his sword out,
wildly swinging, seemingly blind.
"I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD YOU
DAMNED MAGE!" The man screamed, definitely
blind.
Despite being blind, he charged forward, still
swinging. King barely managed to jump out of the way.
His
speed is amazing, she mentally gasped. But he's going to kill
someone if he suddenly becomes tangible.
Reacting
instinctively to a danger from a distance, King launched a single
Venom Strike at the back of the man's, who was still running, head.
However, the man ran with such blinding speed that projectile was
not gaining on him and surely would know have hit if he didn't stop
to turn and try to assess what it was. The streak of blue ki smacked
in the face, and although his face contorted to express the
unpleasantness of getting hit, it didn't seem to otherwise faze
him.
Rather impressive. His knees didn't even quiver nor
was his head thrown back in the slightest. Or well, my job he is
done.
Shrugging, King went off to find herself a drink...
even if she couldn't drink it.
****
King sipped from
her glass, surprised that she could imbibe the wine in her
intangible state. She graciously thanked the bartender, who was a
woman like herself, though King did not tell her that, for giving
one of what the woman called "the last and rarest of drink around
here". It helped even more that had been free.
I really
must thank Daisetsu for spreading my good name. King smirked, to
herself more than anyone else. She had the glass to her lips, but
let the narrow base lie idly her pointer finger and middle finger of
her right hand.
She pondered back to the talk she had with
Moby a while ago. It had helped, but it also bugged her a bit.
So celebrities are also here? King thought as she
jogged. I'm committing suicide if Brittany Spears or one of those
rappers becomes a god then.
Began to intentionally
shudder, but that's when she felt it.
She clenched the glass
stem as she began to shiver. She coughs, realizing that she had
swallowed all the wine from when she last sipped. However, she
remains relatively still as to not look in a moron, somehow capable
of choking on a little fluid.
"You think you are so tough,
eh? Roughing me up like that? Like you had a chance!"
The
familiar voice came from behind her, as ferocious as ever even
though it was in a lower tone of voice.
"So this
is what I get for playing hero?" King muttered quietly to
herself. She was still shivering to get warm.
King turned,
deciding that there was no use in being polite to the
man.
"Don't brag so much yourself about yourself, creep! You
think you run the shots around here, but we're all in the same boat!
Same goes for you!" King exclaimed, causing about half the bar to
focus on her.
The man looked utterly disoriented and off in
la-la land. Then he made a revolting face, which telegraphed his
attack as much as his fist rearing his other hand behind his head.
King prepared to defended herself, but then a booming voice came
from behind his back. A familiar male voice.
"Yo,
King!”
The man sloppily turned around to see the source of
the voice also, still somewhat disoriented.
"K'?" King
questioned. She then suddenly brightened up at the thought of
knowing someone from her own universe, even if that someone was
quite anti-social back home, was here.
Jokingly, she
replied, "Well, well...K'! It has been a while...missed me in the
King of Fighters tournament? Still bet you are up to no
good!"
K' spat on the floor, seemingly getting pissed as the
white-haired man continued to stare at him.
"You know I'm as
good as they as get," he joked, though his voice was never a good
one for telling jokes. "What's with Creeping Beauty here?"
"I thought he was with you. I mean, you two are practically
twins."
"I don't see the resemblance," K' lit his hand fire.
"And I doubt he can do this."
"I wouldn't know."
The
man was still stared groggily at K'.
Perhaps I hit him TOO
hard.
K' walked towards King, moving past the man. He
extended his hand, still ablaze, at King, in the common hand shaking
gesture.
"What's a matter," K' asked rhetorically, seeing
that King wouldn't shake his hand. He smiled his wicked smile.
"Afraid I'll burn you?"
"No," King stated, amazed. "You're...
you're tangible."
"I hadn't notic..."
The man dashed
past K' with blinding speed and grabbed hold of King. He then
proceed to tightly grasped her as he turned their backs to K'. The
man then, equally as quick, turned around to face
K'.
What. The. Fuck?!
"And you are....?" K'
inquired with bemused annoyance.
"Consider me your equal,
your ultimate opponent.” the man stated, as it were
matter-of-factly.
The man grabbed the table where King had
laid her glass wine on before proceeding to lift it over his head
with ease.
"Hey!" the bartender and King exclaimed,
synchronized.
And threw it towards K'. K' moved just in time
to dodge the table...but the glass of wine smacked him in the face.
Wine flowed into his eyes, and K' had a hard time regaining his
sight.
"That will sooth down his temper a bit....." the man
muttered sadistically.
The man spun around dizzily to look
back at King, who was blushing with fury.
My wine! And
K'!
"Huh? What's wrong with you? Don't like being saved?"
The man asked the question as if he had done something
virtuous.
King made a frown and shoved him away before
bolting out the door.
"You're such a preposterous jerk!"
King screamed on her way out.
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Note to
Lantis: That was REALLY difficult to rewrite. So please, next
time, try not to write King so out of character.
R-Vote to
K'.
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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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:57
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Superhero Sellout
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Captain's Long. 04-19-03. 5:00 pm Sponsored by
Lean Cuisine
'Hmmm... Dan Hibiki obviously does not
realize the potiential of the great Captain Falcon. He says that I
know nothing about the art of Pimpin. And since my Big Bag of
Endorsed Products doesn't seem to contain Pimpin' For Dummies, it
appears I must seek out advice. I must get that
deal.'
After giving it much thought, the sellout decided
that besides Dan, he would have to seek out the advice of another
great pimp. The first person that came to mind was that very stylish
little green Fairy, Tingle. Yes... Tingle, Tingle seems to know the
way of the Ho. The One Deal must be acquired, Falcon must get
a contract with Shotopimps.
After giving it much thought,
Falcon decided to seek out the fairy, giving autographs along the
way to anyone willing to accept them, or rather, anyone he
saw. ------------------------- And now, for the vote dump.
Don't take this personal, I just picked the first three sponsors
that came to mind, and well, they don't count anyway, so it's not
like I'm hurting you.
1 A-Vote to Setsuna 1
A-Vote to King. 1 A-Vote to Opera.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 05:31
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Rock You
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~Misfire~ Sol Badguy--Album 1, Track
3
"What...what are you doing?" he
managed, gasping for air.
The man shook his head sadly.
"Forgive me, Frederick. But I'm afraid this is just as
necessary."
Every fiber of his being demanding vengeance, the
scientist Frederick found that taking his eyes off the man was no
easy task, but he knew that the guards would be on him any moment.
By God, he'd be ready for them.
"Surrender quietly, please,"
the man continued, calmly. "We can't have you running through the
city with this kind of power, can we?"
"You...you did this to
me."
"Now, now, Frederick, let's not point the finger. If
anything, this was your doing. You refused to see
sense."
"You bastard!"
"Say what you will, my old
friend. As far as all are concerned, you are the only villain
here."
The sole
badguy.
Dropping the cigarette butt to the ground,
Sol gave an annoyed grunt at nothing in particular and turned down
another street. He'd never get anywhere at this rate; the town was
much larger than he'd thought.
That asshole Daisetsu and
his cronies are going to pay for this.
Disinterestedly,
he sat down in the middle of the busy street and closed his
eyes.
Concentration, inner calm. Things he'd lacked for more
years than he could count. Things that had served him well as
Frederick, but hindered him now as Sol. And yet...
I think
I'm going back To the things I learnt so well in my youth I
think I'm returning to Those days when I was young enough to
know the truth Now there are no games To only pass the time
No more colouring books No Christmas bells to chime But
thinking young and growing older is no sin And I can't play the
game of life to win I can recall a time When I wasn't
ashamed to reach out to a friend And now I think I've got A
lot more than just my toys to lend Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide And every day can be My
magic carpet ride And I can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years Then everyone
debates The true reality I'd rather see the world The
way it used to be A little bit of freedom's all we lack So
catch me if you can I'm going back
Laughing aloud,
Sol stood just in time to avoid being stepped on by
a...skeleton?
The hell? he thought, jumping to the
side. Unfortunately, this put him directly in Shang Tsung's
path.
Sol looked down at the fallen Oriental man with a
mixture of disdain and amusement. The bearded man seemed stunned at
being knocked to the ground so easily, but he didn't let it show for
long.
Standing, Tsung glanced back over his
shoulder.
"Well, it appears I've lost them. Now...what to do
with you?"
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 05:58
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 1:4 -
Walk in the Dusk
Ky
looked at Testament. The inscrutable warrior, scythe poised for
anything, gazed back, his expression unreadable apart from his eyes
- dark pools of sorrow..
"Testament.. why are you
here?"
The Gear sighed. "I know not, Kiske. I was brought
here with you, and most likely Sol too. I simply wish to find a way
out of here."
Testament's words struck home. A way out of
here.. back to reality. Back to the people he swore to protect. Back
to the enemies, too.. the Postwar Administration Bureau, and 'that
man'.. there were many hardships there. But they were his hardships,
and his responsibilities, and the lord would not tolerate him
shirking them.
"Testament.. you're right. I also need a way
home - but I sense it will not..."
"...be soon." The gear
finished his sentence before Ky could. "You are right, of course,
Kiske. We must see this thing through to the end. And we might just
find out some things, too."
"Yeah." Sol and Testament,
both here. The lord must have some purpose for this.. right? "I
guess this is where we go our separate ways, right?"
Behind
them, the sun was beginning to set, and the sky filled with
purple-red light. The two began to turn, and Ky stopped.
"Testament.. you are a Gear. Created to destroy.. to serve
Justice. Tell me - why do you fight now?" Ky's face, framed in the
low light, was a picture of anxiety. Testament simply looked back,
his gaze impassive.
"Because I have someone to protect, too,
Kiske. And I have sworn my life to her..."
Ky stared into
Testament's eyes once more. Dark pools of sorrow... but perhaps
there was just a hint of something else in there..
hope?
"Au revoir, Kiske."
And the Gear
was gone.
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Non-counting vote dump
time:
A-vote to Airman A-vote to Rydia A-vote to Allen
Snyder A-vote to Kuma
R-vote to Sol R-vote to
Yuri
Scattered Fire to Allen Snyder and Airman. No-show, no
vote. 
And to help Kyo test things, 1 A-vote to Jun, 1
R-vote to Kalten. Yep.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:14
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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Shang
Tsung looked at the new person, then slowly coughed. "I believe that
I know you. Sol Badguy, isn't it?"
The man stared at Shang
Tsung, and the sorcerer offered a bow. "I am Shang Tsung, and I know
of you quite well. You see, I know everything. About the Gears,
about the Crusades... everything."
Sol was less than
impressed. "Did you get it from a magazine?"
The sorcerer
sneered behind his goatee. "No, your good friends told me. Ky and
Testament, I believe their names were?" That got Sol's attention.
"Such nice gentlemen... A bit destructive, with that scythe and
Thunderseal attacking everything in sight, but so it
goes."
Sol drew himself up a bit further. "They are in this
tournament, then?"
Shang Tsung nodded, the fell to his knees.
"I fought against the two of them, and barely managed to get away.
Could you help me up?"
Sol grimaced, then offered his hand.
The sorcerer took it, then whispered, "Your soul is mine."
Instantly, some of Sol's energy infused Shang Tsung, fully healing
his wounds and revitalizing his body. He laughed. "Fool."
The
other man took a step back from Shang Tsung, and sneered. "You are
no different from Testament."
To this, Shang Tsung could only
laugh. "To the contrary, I am nothing like Testament. For example,
my help is much, much stronger than his."
Sol had an idea of
what this meant, and he turned around. Li Mei's skeleton grabbed him
by the collar, and flung him through the hardened sand. But, sand is
sand, and it offered little resistance to the flying body. For good
measure, Li Mei's skeleton slashed around the building with its
scythe. After a full revolution, the entire building collapsed in a
great heap of sand. Shang Tsung laughed.
"Lacking the ability
to die will not help one when buried alive." Of course, Sol didn't
know this. He burst out of the sand in a rage. But, when he looked
around, Shang Tsung was nowhere to be found. However, there was a
visible trail of destruction, with plenty of scorch marks and some
collapsed buildings to mark where Shang Tsung had been hunting for
souls...
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:20
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Grab your asses and run!
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A
quick vote dump by moi...
A-vote to
Daiestsu A-vote to Kalten A-vote to
Jun
A-vote to Setsuna A-vote to
Kuma A-vote to Max
R-Vote to
Dorrin
R-Vote to Mal'Ganis R-Vote to Captain
Falcon R-Vote to The Hulk
0 A-Votes, 0
R-Votes
Hope that's right.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:20
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New College Grad! Whoo!
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After
walking around the city for a little while, Rydia finally reached
the spot where most of the people were...and she used the term
'people' rather loosely. All of these people were strange
individuals, and even though she new nothing about them the summoner
could tell that her powers will have to be used to their fullest
extent before it's all said and done.
"So much for a
vacation..." She sighed as she observed the people, trying to
get a better understanding of who they were, and more importantly,
what was their intentions. That was one thing that she was greatful
that Edge had taught her: Always be aware of your
surroundings...you'll never know what can happen.
As she
turned to her left, she saw two figures that raised her interested.
Two women, dressed in identical clothing but in different colors.
They look very professional and even more beautiful, but there was
something about them...that wasn't natural...almost frightening.
Even so, there was also something in her mind that felt...a sense of
peace in seeing the two...almost happy.
Almost as if on cue,
the blonde woman of the pair looked toward Rydia's direction and
stared at her for a second. Their eyes locked across the distance,
both trying to see what was inside of the other, what secrets were
they hiding from each other and themselves.
After seconds
that seemed like years, Rydia broke contact from the blonde woman
and turned toward her right, her eyes running into a familiar but
strange figure. It was a green, giant man, and it reminded her of
the ogres that she fought numerous times in her world. She almost
chanted a Firaga spell out of habit, but the giant's eyes seemed
calm, almost peaceful. She decided to make a point of talking to the
creature, but first she had to find out what was going on.
At
the corner of her eye, she spotted a familar looking woman in a
suit, along with another figure who she reconginzed from the Battle
Poll tournament.
"King...and K' I believe..." She whispered
as she headed toward the pair.
Elsewhere...
To
say Ryo was shocked was quite the understatement.
"Rydia!
King! Where are you?"
He didn't really know what to do. The
dissappearence didn't fall under the realm of natural, and the cops
would just laugh at the claim that two women just vanished out of
thin air. Suddenly a idea came to him.
"I hope this works."
Ryo pulled out his cell phone and dialed Rydia's number. As expected
there was nothing but static on the other end.
"Yeah, like
that would've worked anyways..." he sighed as he sat down a
nearby bar stool, slapping himself on the forehead at his idea.
Suddenly he had another idea as he quickly dialed another number in
the phone, and this idea didn't seem as stupid as the
first.
"Hello. Chris here."
"Chris? It's Ryo. We have
a problem..."
R-Vote to: Mature and
Vice Hulk King K'
A-Vote
to: Rogue Kuma Allen
Synder Ky Kyosuke Max
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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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:34
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Still nothing here to see
Registered: Dec
2001 Location: Wouldn't you like to know
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One
moment she's taking a joyride through the crimson grounds of Cosmo
Canyon with the buggy she "borrowed", the next she suddenly in this
weird desert place. Yuffie scratches her head, trying to figure out
what she'll do next.
"Maybe there's materia somewhere
around," with that in mind, Yuffie vaults to the top of a building
using some bystander's face as a stepping stone. There, she surveys
the scene around here. A lot of strange people are milling about. A
couple are fighting, but none appear to be using any materia, so she
hops from building to building, alert to anything of
interest.
A-vote to Allen Snyder Yuffie is
FOCUSed
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