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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto I + Ab Initio + Paths So Closely
Knit
Red hair, dark eyes, and a beautiful face- Alma
almost immediately realized she was looking at a samurai. Never
minding the blatant giveaway that was the huge sword over his back
and the decidedly Nipanese attire he wore, there was something about
the man standing before her that screamed of the honor and the
passion that stemmed from the mysterious East. Ivalice had lost many
when they clashed against Nipan, and with men like the one before
her who wielded such incredible swords, that was no wonder. This was
the man of the calm steel- this was the samurai.
And he was
blushing like a schoolboy.
I think I've been listening to
Ramza too much- he doesn't seem anything like Deruta. He's not
spitting, he's not cursing...he doesn't smell like he slept in a
chocobo barn, either.
Alma favored him with a timid
smile, bowing in return- at least trying to, the best she could do
was a curtsy. "My name is Alma Beoulve, sir! What's
yours?"
"Oh, ah..." The man turned back to her, his cheeks
still bright pink. He bowed to her again, his hands tugging at the
hem of his trunks (or what looked like them). "G-gomen nasai! Ore
wa Hisame Shizumaru...er, that is to say, my name is
Shizumaru...Shizumaru Hisame."
Alma couldn't resist a giggle.
"Is it Hisame Shizumaru or Shizumaru Hisame? Oh, wait, don't tell
me, I know this! My brother used to tell me about a Nipanese
girlfriend of his..." She tapped her cheek, trying to think.
"Um...it's Shizumaru Hisame, yes! And, ah...wait wait wait, I know
this...ooh!"
She made a grand sweep of her arm, took in a
deep breath, and said with a big smile, "Shizumaru-kun! Anata wa
haru ichiban no sakura no yoni
utsukushiiiiiiiiiiii~!"
Now he really turned red.
Alma blinked, wishing she'd known what that meant- Zalbag had used
that as some sort of greeting to his Eastern mistress. "Oh,
ah...sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
"Believe me, you didn't
offend." Shizumaru laughed, putting his hands on his hips.
"Arigato, Alma-san- thank you."
Alma smiled back
cheerily. "You're very welcome! It's a pleasure to make your
acquaintance, Shiz-u-ma-ru," she said, making sure she pronounced it
carefully. She liked him immediately- he had the look of a good,
honest young man. He even carried his umbrella first, rather than
his sword. That was a trait rarely found in swordsmen, most of whom
valued their blades over the smaller things in life.
She
reached out her hand and took his in a shake. Shizumaru gladly shook
back- even though their hands didn't actually meet. Alma noted that
there were a good number of calluses on those hands; he was clearly
very experienced. The curious side of her wondered how he'd fare in
a spar against Zalbag or Agrias. He'd probably be able to tough it
out, by the look of him, but he seemed so very
small-
within him hides we leave the soul down
here
Alma's head snapped back, just slightly. That tingle
washing over her body, settling into that cold grove within her
belly...there was something familiar about it. Something she'd only
felt when...when...
Riovanes...the halls...
She
felt very cold, thinking of that. Before the memory could resurface,
she turned her thoughts to more pressing matters- particularly, the
energy she'd just felt. Like hellish heat frozen in a cube of ice,
then cracked open inside her stomach. She'd felt that at Riovanes,
but also in the Graveyard of Airships...and, at its highest peak,
when she was trapped in the death embrace of Altima Bloody Angel.
That same energy, collecting around her, reacting to Shizumaru's
presence...
Alma mulled that over, shaking her head.
"Strange..."
"Huh?" Shizumaru tilted his head, frowning some.
"Are you all right, Alma-san?"
"Ah...oh, um, gomen!"
Alma said, sheepishly. "Sorry, I...I thought I felt something, just
then. Something between us..."
Shizumaru tinged pink again.
Alma nearly slapped her forehead- less a Cleric than a Dolt at
times, she was. "Sorry! I didn't mean it like that," she said. "I
just felt a little power run between us...perhaps I'm getting used
to my magic again! It's been so long since I had much strength to go
on it."
"Ohh..." Shizumaru smiled. "You are a magic-user? Do
you use stones and swords for it, as well?"
Alma shook her
head. "Nooo, young grasshopper! My power stems from here." She
pointed to her chest and smiled back. "Every skill I have, I hold in
here. And, well...if you don't mind, may I accompany you? It seems
our present company is not the most hospitable one, and I would
prevent you from being hurt or anything..." Alma shrugged, her smile
turning a little more anxious. "Immaterial or not, I wouldn't want
you to get kicked around without anyone to help..."
He still
looked bashful, but his gaze softened a bit. "I'm glad,
but...Alma-san- Miss Alma- there's something you should know about
me...I'm really not safe to be aro-"
"Before you finish
that," Alma said quietly, "let me tell you that you could be a devil
and I would still follow you." That cut him off, and Alma continued
with a more reassuring smile. "Shizumaru, trust me on this- I'm here
to help. I'm going to make sure everyone goes home safe and sound.
You are no different. Please...let me accompany
you?"
Shizumaru glanced down, considering it. Alma twisted
her lip- she imagined that hadn't cheered him much at all. She felt
she'd offended him by her interruption, so she recalled yet another
phrase Zalbag had used with his mistress. It had made her laugh;
perhaps Shizumaru would be the same. Alma cleared her throat and
smiled again, twice as brightly. "By the way, ohesotte
nani?"
He nearly pitched over laughing, and Alma pumped a
fist. Success! Yay!
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1 R-Vote to
Shizumaru (Just like home, ain't it, samurai boy?
XD)
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Curley
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:16
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Basic Lurker
Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Jason
inspected the crowd around him as they slowly filed out of the room,
trying to identify the group of people from forms of media.
Currently, he had identified three different people from the "Marvel
Universe", two of his favorites fighting game characters, Scorpion
and Blanka, the green haired kid from the .Hack game he'd been
meaning to play, and most recently, two spandex clad persons Tingle
and Captain Falcon, who were quite generous.
"Lotta
unfamiliar faces." Jason thought. While some were easy to
remember from the role-playing games he had played, other's seemed
completely foreign to him. "Wonder if anyone I actually know is
here."
"Jason, over here!" A familiar voice barked. Jason
smiled, and turned to see Vader trodding toward him, his form had
become that of a jackal to fit the harsh climates of the desert.
Jason met his canine friend halfway.
"And where were you?"
Jason asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Looking for you
in this crowd." Vader shot back. "Lotta people are here for this as
usual."
"Yeah..."
"You heard what that Daisetsu said
about bringing us, right? This isn't like the last two gatherings
we've been to."
"I know, I know." Jason replied, begining to
think about the situation they were in. "So~... we've been
gathered to fufill a prophecy to find a chosen one whose supposed to
save the world from an evil nation... Why does this sound like a
generic plot for an
RPG?" _____________________________________________
And
now I'm here. No votes just yet.
Sidenote: Since I haven't
really played many fighting games, Jason won't identify many of the
fighting game characters. None of the SNK people, though a few of
the people from the early Streetfighter and MK games.
Also, a
reminder from my profile.: "He will NOT act like you're character
is his idol or anything like that. No "Oh my God, you're *insert
name here* I'm your biggest fan!". Any attempts will lead to
horrible, horrible accidents(acompanied by dranoing) happening to
your character."
.......What?
You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk
nyuk!
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Slipstream |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:18
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Maester of Monsters
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
Mind
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Lantis
- He isn't dissing Setsuna's characterisation - that's pretty good,
although I admit I haven't played Last Blade 2. What his problem is
- which I agree with - is the way you're portraying the other
characters you meet. You beat the living crap out of them and get
barely a scratch in return - your guy's hardly the only badass or
good fighter in the tourney, and most people you're gonna meet will
give as good as they get.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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The
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:20
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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King Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self Section
2
King had become a living, yet ironically
intangible, statue as she tried to come to grips surprisingly not
with her actual other-dimensionally kidnapping but with the sight of
the two Orochi clan members who were long dead. Supposed to
be anyway. She had never been a spiritual woman, taking no true
solace in religion or superstition, and therefore was practically
overwhelmed by the impossible sight. Still, the prospect of
something called necromancy, a word that she vaguely
remembered from one of Jan's video games, came to mind. And even
though she didn't wholly understand the magic(k)al term, she wasn't
exactly a moron in the field of deduction and etymology of words.
These incomplete thoughts had completely consumed her sense of being
as she pondered in what seemed like oblivion.
She was still
in her trance when the waving of a translucent gloved hand in front
of her face awoke her.
"...Perhaps you didn't hear me, sir. I
asked you if you were interested in having the fine products of
Pepsi, Budweiser, and Nintendo, all trademarked, of course,
in your fine establishment," the man in "front" of her (though she
could still see somewhat through him) stated
matter-of-factly.
For King, it appeared to be a blessing in
disguise, as she need some time to take her mind off the incestuous
Orochi Jesus twins; appearances can be quite deceiving
though.
"What?" She questioned in her manliest, but still
semi-groggy, voice.
The man sighed.
"I, the
Great Captain Falcon!" The man paused to strike a whimsical
yet hauntingly moronic pose before her. "Asked you, who I assume is
the owner of prominent bar, if you were interested in using the fine
products of Pepsi, Budweiser, and Nintendo, all trademarked, of
course, in your fine establishment?"
"Um...
why?"
"Why? WHY?!" Captain Falcon exclaimed, seeming as if
King had just insulted his mother, who in this case could also be
subbed in for by Nintendo. "Why NOT?! It's the only competent
decision capable of being made, especially for somewhat of
your stature."
"And what does that mean?"
"It
means that I can particularly smell the filth of small
business on you," Captain Falcon said as held his nose for dramatic
effect. "When will you people learn that the only way for you to
survive is to give up? I mean, how do you not realize what the
difference between big and small is? How can you act like a
bunch of stubborn, PMSing women who have their vaginas in a twist
because they can't find some as looking as me? How come you
cannot be a man and use your d..." Captain Falcon was abruptly
interrupted as King stepped back with "his" head down.
"So do
you understand now?"
King said
nothing.
"Hello!"
"I must only say two things..." King
stepped back even farther.
"Let me guess: You win! No need to
tell me that. I always win. It's in my nature..." This time
Captain Falcon was interjected by King's ferocious
shout.
"Double STRIKE!!!" King spun furiously twice,
releasing two light blue streaks of ki that slammed into the
seemingly intangible Captain Falcon. Normally, well as normal as
this situation seemed, the ki should have phased through Captain
Falcon like everything else in this landscape. However, since ki
itself is semi-intangible when manifested and is intangible to begin
with... well, let's just say that you don't need to be Sherlock to
figure it out.
"WAS IT SOMETHING I SAIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD?!"
Captain Falcon screamed as he, along with the fireballs of the
Double Strike, streaked towards the wall. Captain Falcon went
through the wall, and the comets of ki destroyed a small portion of
it.
Of course, this confrontation had prompted all eyes, well
of those who didn't feel it was beneath them, to fall on
King.
So much for being
inconspicuous.
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A-Vote to Captain
Falcon
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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Amethyst |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:21
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Lantis: If that's the way your character acts while at
10% of his power, then he obviously falls under the divinity
ban.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:26
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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10% is
a good statement of how every Sponsor should be feeling until 3AM
CST -- weak in terms of abilities, able to move through larger
objects but manipulate smaller ones(but they can hurt each
other).
Please, people. Read the intro post in its entirety
before acting. Being badass is great and everything, but
circumventing others' storylines isn't. (like, mine. )
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Lantis |
Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:31
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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 retreats to a corner and sits down, resting his
head on his sword's hilt. He lowers his eyes, and constantly begins
to hear constant echoes in his mind...the neverending call of the
tormented souls trapped within him. Setsuna grinds his teeth, and
bashes the floor.
"Enough of this nonsense! I am the
embodiment of evil! No one can come over me!"
Setsuna glances
to his left, and watches an old martial artist with his little
brother. The kid seems rather excited. He constantly jumps up and
down as his older brother watches over the fights at hand.
"Hey bro, that green dude is soooo cool! I wish I can be
like him one day!"
"Maybe with lots of training, little
bro...you can become a man like him in the
future...."
Future...what was that for Setsuna? He knew
nothing of it...maybe just another dark day ahead of him.
"Ummm....Setsuna-san?"
Setsuna quickly turned to his
front, where Shizumaru was standing.
"Oh...it's
you....."
"Can I have a word with you,
Setsuna-san?"
"Why bother? Nothing interesting to say I
got...."
"Are you...a demon?"
Setsuna glared at
Shizumaru with blood in his eyes.
"And you think that
why?"
"Because your spirit...it is true evil! Far beyond my
comprehension, and clearly as much as my father's. It pains me to
see such a frightful sight. What leads you here now?"
"It is
something I can't reveal now...but it has nothing to do with
mortals, that's for sure...."
"Do you ever
know...love?"
Setsuna was dumbfounded.
"And why should
I know that pathetic little feeling? It only makes you weak and
pathetic like the rest!"
"But...I have many friends...and
they give me power...the power of friendship!"
"Stop living
in a fairy tale, kid. Love does not correspond to all he wars and
bloodshed going on. The truth is that mankind is a destructive
bunch, and we, the ones from the Netherealm, are the only ones in
charge to purge the world of those vain feelings!"
"I feel
kinda sorry for you...Setsuna-san....to live in constant hatred...it
will consume you in the end."
"Don't worry...it already
has...."
And Setsuns lowers his head again.
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:05
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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Act I – Death and The Angel –
I
In the darkest hole, you’d be well
advised not to plan my funeral ‘fore the body dies.
It
was hot, more unbearably so in his Black Costume. And with his
crimson cape, the heat started to become truly uncomfortable, moving
up past ‘annoying inconvenience’. But there was more. This place…it
reminded him of ‘Sand-Rat Cellar’, that place in the farthest
barrens of the Zeklaus Desert where those…those thieves had taken
him hostage.
He had always considered that to be one of the
most humiliating moments of his life. His carriage overtaken by
what? Common trash, the Death Corps. Renegade mercenaries put out of
a livelihood by the ending of war. Soldiers who couldn’t just walk
away from the battlefield and create a new life for themselves. And
he was captured by them. Those he could have torn apart, had be been
prepared. He never spoke of it; it was a blemish on his name as a
kenshi – that he allowed himself to be subdued by those
common thugs.
And he owed his life, perhaps, to Ramza
Beoulve, the one who had lead his party against him, ending in the
final moments of his ‘second life’.
The blood…the blood! It screams to me, laughs in my
face and tickles the innards of my throat, yes, the sweet scent
after the rain, yes… The King’s blood, it wakes me, to fulfillment!
To a greater purpose. To become a god? No no no, gods to devils, and
why should I become that which I am already?
“You
won’t get ‘in’ without a struggle, Zalera.” Elmdor slooped over in
the heat, ducking inside a large building made of red brick. People
were looking at him, but more important things vexed him than the
gazes of strangers. He had seen strange faces, and two he thought he
might have remembered.
That’s right…from last time.
Hisame, the companion of that kenshi, Tachibana Ukyo. I know him, in
the passing. But the other…Sir Vincent Valentine. His visage etched
into my waking thought, out struggle together against the Children
of Terror. Does he know? Does he know where I am, what has happened?
Where are Halcyon and Kaiki, and that Fabian? Don’t know, don’t
understand, so….tired. Cannot fall to the enemy within he seeks
blood the blood of the saints sated through my sword…
He
fell to his knees, hands slapping the cold floor of the shaded hall.
Masaka…
Weak…so weak…is that
all you can give? Where is the warrior that a thousand cuts could
not kill? Oh? Subdued life-force? I see…they’ve temporarily lowered
the strength of these souls…these beautiful, fragile souls, so
right, so interesting…
“Get thee behind me,
devil!” Elmdor was on his feet in an instant, rigid and clutching
his head in his hands. As hot as the temperature outside was, his
body felt cool; almost too cool. His mind raced, processing all
kinds of information even as it floated before his eyes in phantom
forms.
The memory of those who have
died; it is known to me. Look, how they speak, lost souls in the
sands of the desert’s dunes. See how war has taken them away. I am,
after all, glorified by all things which lead the lifeless to me.
See how I enrapture them, how they take in their mouths the sweet,
sweet scroll that becomes bitter! Yes, that is the knowledge I have
shared with you, Silver Ogre.
“Yo.” A man under
the wide shade of the open porch, fanning himself with his wide
palm, grunted succinctly. Dressed in a traveler’s clothes – white
pants, a strange black shirt without sleeves, and belts enough to
supply a batillion, he cast a sideways glance at Elmdor, whose gaze
rose to meet his. “Wanna keep it down over there?” He said only
that, then returned to tapping his foot while he hummed a tune
almost inaudible to him.
“Say…” Elmdor, wailing only the
moment before, suddenly grew still and faced that man, whose wild
brown hair he had never seen the likes of. “You reek of blood.” He
smiled wryly, eyeing the man with all the chill of his crimson gaze.
The wild-haired man spat out onto the sand, then turned to face him.
His left hand was still in his pant pocket.
“Huh? Run that by
me again...” His voice was careless and lackadaisical, but his body
bristled with a power that definitely said otherwise. In his hand,
he gripped a curious rectangular sword that bore a blunt
tip.
“Never the hero and always the Badguy, is that it?
My…you’re an interesting one.” Elmdor slowly approached the man, who
still stood at half-attention.
“Sol Badguy.” He spat the
title out like it was another wad. “Doesn’t really matter to me,
though. But you’re really gonna have to shut that mouth of yours.
Could get you in trouble someday.” He matched Elmdor’s smile with
one of his own as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, only to give
a thumbs-down sign. “And get a fuckin’ haircut.”
With that,
he tore toward Elmdor, leaving a smoking trail of flame in his wake.
“Graaaaaaaaaand Viper!” he shouted. His sword blazed through the air
spitting flames like a dragon’s tongue. Elmdor’s eyes went wide as
he tore his katana from its sheath, folded metal blazing a brilliant
silver. With a whipping clang, the katana met the Fireseal, snuffing
Sol’s charge. Holding still for not a second, Sol vaulted over
Elmdor’s head, turning around for a flaming kick that struck the
Marquis in the chest.
Don’t believe it, this
guy…
The tornado of blazing flame burned the distance
between the two as he rushed again. This time, it was Elmdor who
sailed over the fiery warrior, hair whipping around him in a moment
of freedom from gravity. His Asura katana met Sol’s Fireseal on the
way down, and Sol pressed forward as Elmdor dropped to an extremely
low stance. Like the serpent, he struck quickly and
surely.
“Cannon FLAAAAAAAAME!!” Sol shoulted as his sword
poured forth gaseous flame like a righteous avalanche to quell
sinners. Elmdor snapped forward, passing through the flame as he
did. Sol’s eyes opened wide as the blade passed less than an inch
from his ear, and quicker than Elmdor knew a human could react, he
swung his hand up to bat the blade away. “Shit, you trying to piss
me off?” He grabbed Elmdor by the front of his haori with a brutal
fist and tossed him toward the wall as if he were nothing more than
a hay bale. “You’re doin’ a good job.
But that guy…he’s
fast. Strikes as fast as Johnny…maybe faster…. Gay girly hair like
Testament, though. Sol thought as he followed through, once
again rushing forward. I’m gonna open up this can ‘o whoopass on
his pretty self before he starts becoming a real nuisance.
“Ooaaaaaaah!” Sol shouted as he gripped the Fireseal with both
hands. Elmdor’s skin began to involuntarily sweat as he rolled away,
missing the flickering flames by mere inches. The power of the
Gear’s strike tore a messy slash through the brick wall, the heat
completely glazing over the cut edge of the brick.
Did I just go down to Georgia, or have you gotten
sloppy? You’re no match for this man like you are. And that’s where
my part of the bargain comes in. I won’t let you die, Elmdor. Not
for all the tea in Nipan. The smile cold enough to be
felt enraptured Elmdor again, and the form of Sol Badguy that now
loomed over him became slow and shadowed, mellowly dark. I will find Altima-King. Now give me your ‘temple’!
Surrender to Zalera, Lord of the
Slain!
Sol noticed it – the eyes, just a moment
before crimson, had washed out into a rainbowed grey that glittered
like an oil slick in a parking lot. But he lost his pupils.
Freaky.
“I the Ogre, and you thus the Ifrit! Come to me, Sol
Badguy…if you think you’re stronger than death itself!” Elmdor’s
mouth shot forth the words that were not his, his body suddenly
tensing and bristling with a sensation impossible to
describe.
“Tsch…I am.” Sol shot up into the air with
superhuman speed, seeming to descend even faster, like a hawk
closing in on the quarry. It was only then that he began to think
his eyes were tricking him. Fireseal tore only through empty air, as
Elmdor suddenly appeared to be a meter beyond his grasp. “Gettin’
punk? Cannon FLAAAAME!” The violent eruption charred the bricks
Elmdor had been standing against, but he was nowhere to be
found.
“Am I here, or here? There or where? Tell me where I
am, Sol Badguy!” Elmdor flashed before him and vanished…not just
before him, all around him! Phantom images of the silver-haired man
in various stances phased into view, only to fade away almost before
the image became crisp.
“Heh….Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
The Fireseal seemed to open up like never before as Sol pivoted on
his foot, turning a full circle as the flames rushed out in a
blazing full-circle. Air danced and wavered in the extreme heat;
even the sand on the floor melted onto the red-hot
bricks.
“Wrong.” Sol heard the voice behind him and to the
right. It was too damn late. Flames danced over Elmdor’s head,
causing his beautiful silver hair to waver. His sword was once again
in the white sheath at his side. “Legendary sword that kills
freely!...” Sol perceived the words, but even his Fireseal couldn’t
make the strike in time. As the last syllable of the word ‘Asura’
rang out, Elmdor’s hand flew to the handle of the sword as he began
to push off from the ground with his powerful legs.
He ripped
it from its sheath as the sword’s soul awakened – a spirit of one
who didn’t care who their power was used to kill. “…Asura!!” There
was a flash of brilliant white energy, and Sol felt a flying
sensation mixed with equal parts pain sensation. He was…airborne.
His body flew, landing on the floor some feet away. He rolled,
wincing at the pain on his back.
But how come I ain’t in
two pieces?
He rubbed his back and brought his hand
forward to examine it. There was only a small amount of blood.
I’ve gotten worse cuts from opening envelopes. Hurts like the
goddamn dickens, though. He clutched Fireseal and pushed up from
the ground, swaying to his feet.
But there was no one
around.
The HELL? Tell me that wasn’t some half-assed
mirage.
Rubbing his back with a grimace, he thrust his
hand back into its pocket. Fireseal he held in the other hand, the
naked Sacred blade swinging decadently beside his legs. He stayed
alive. It would take more than that to kill him. But he’d remember
that guy. Pay him back good later, maybe. Maybe.
But why did
he feel so…so ten percentish?
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ADDENDUM --
Katana of the Round: Asura!
This famous katana’s notable feature is its bright color scheme. Its
sheath and cloth handle wrappings are white, and the high polish of
the blade gives the metal a high silvery-white sheen. Upon the
‘drawing out’ of its spirit, a singular swath of white light follows
the path of the blade, cutting anything up to four blade-lengths
away from the sweep. It is not a projectile attack, but can damage
multiple targets in one swing.
Not being full of hale and
hearty self, and drained from the transporting experience, Elmdor’s
mind is more vulnerable to the forces that chip away at him. The
irises are…grey. Which means that the good Marquis is not in at the
moment…
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Must learn to write shorter
posts...
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Yuri Hyuga II
- Appetisers
Okay,
so everyone was in a desert town where you couldn't even hurt an
insect, the locals spoke into your mind and pretended not to know
why they were here, and the other contestants had a disturbing
tendency to walk through walls. Despite the fact that the guy who's
apparently brought them here to 'save the world', band together to
fight an army and possibly receive the powers of a god, a lot of
them seemed more interested in taking each other's throats out than
finding out what the hells was going on.
And he'd only been
here a few hours. Things could only get stranger.
Idly, as
Yuri wandered through a dusty marketplace, he wondered if anyone
else he knew would have been brought here, a familiar face to fight
at his side. Certainly he had the potential to become a god -
if the Seraphic Radiance didn't count as having that kind of power,
not much else did in his world - but he didn't know about any of the
others he'd travelled with.
Shaking his head, the Harmonixer
continued to walk through the marketplace. No, he'd probably have to
admit he was the only one who'd been brought here - the only one
with that 'potential'. And if everyone else was as messed up as
he was because of having that potential, it was going
to be something of a rough ride.
"...yes, I believe I shall
try the finest you have to offer. Let us hope it is to my
satisfaction."
The voice stopped Yuri in his tracks. It was
definitely Chinese - it didn't sound much like Zhuzhen, admittedly,
but if the Taoist oracle was suffering from the dust as much as he
was, it could easily have affected his voice. And the old man did
like his fine foods, even if the sharpness in that voice wasn't much
like him.
Turning, he traced the voice to a building over in
the shade - some kind of restaurant or other eating house, built so
that its dishes wouldn't spoil in the heat. Inside Yuri saw the man
he'd heard - the man's back was to him, and the clothes were
different to what he knew, but the style was definitely Chinese and
almost certainly that of a fighter and magic user.
"Hey!
Zhuzhen, you old quack! You got hauled here too, huh?" Yuri cried
out cheerfully, entering the building through the door opening since
walking through the walls still unnerved him. The waiter serving the
man scurried away as he approached.
The man did not as much
freeze with the fork halfway to his mouth, as slow its upwards
movement and then quietly lower it to the plate, letting the red
meat splatter in the sauce and the metal of the fork echo on the
china plate. Few men can say more with a eating implement than
others could with a sword.
"I will admit to being old,
boy," the man said slowly without turning, "far older than I
look to your eyes. However, I have never been a 'quack' - that is a
slang term for a doctor, and I have little interest in healing
others."
Then he stood up and turned to face Yuri,
showing his face and the broadsword sheathed at his side. This
definitely wasn't Zhuzhen. The Harmonixer almost backed up a step
from the look in the man's eyes, then thought better of it. Why
should he back down to someone he didn't even know? Showing weakness
was always a bad thing to do, double so in front of a potential
enemy.
It was his mistake, though. Reaching forward with a
sleeved hand, his hand slammed into Yuri's chest with all the speed
of the Crane style, and as the Russian staggered back a wisp of mist
seemed to escape his body. It drew into the hand that had drawn it
from him, and the sorceror's eyes clouded momentarily as he tasted
its mental edges.
"What do you think you just did to me?"
Yuri snarled, taking a pace forward and grabbing hold of a section
of the man's robe. He didn't seem to be any weaker himself, but he
felt the weakening of one of his lower Fusions within his mind, its
cry of rage echoing as part of its essence was taken from
him.
"Mmmm..." the man murmured, "interesting. I don't
believe I've often tasted a soul from a body that was not its own.
You interest me, Harmonixer."
What?
"You - you
know what I am?" he said slowly, tightening his grip on the
sorceror's robe. "Is that because of that thing you did to me, that
soul-sucking thing?" Even Zhuzhen hadn't been able to fully tell him
the details of his power, and the only man who could was dead in his
world.
"Not at all," the sorceror replied with a slow smile.
"I have, in my years, made a study of ancient texts and the powers
thought lost to humanity. You are from my world, it would seem -
only the Harmonixer, to my knowledge, can host the souls of others
like parasites and call upon their powers instead of devouring them
to strengthen oneself."
Snorting, releasing his grip on the
man's robe, Yuri pushed him back a little and folded his arms across
his chest. "Fine, then, but you owe me. If you're going to
'taste' my powers like you do the food in this place, I'm gonna
collect the bill. What's your name?"
The man bowed mockingly,
then passed through the table with ease - apparently, they still
weren't present in this world on a solid level. As he moved, though,
Yuri darted forward with a fist raised in attack. The man's
backwards motion meant he wasn't as able to evade as he should have
been, and his head hammered to the side as the metal-lined glove
smashed into the bridge of his nose.
Without looking, the
man's hands moved to intercept Yuri's left fist as it came in for a
second strike, then twisted for leverage. The Russian was thrown
backwards, and would have fallen over a chair had he not passed
straight through it. In the time it took to recover, however, so had
the sorceror. The man still stood, but with one hand raised to his
face to stop a nosebleed from touching his rich clothes. A
nosebleed, from a punch that should have split his nose across his
face!
"I... see. Perhaps I will tell you my name, Harmonixer,
should I find use for you again. And should you wish to learn more
about your abilities... perhaps you will seek me out," the
sorceror hissed, bowing again, then seemingly vanished into the
air.
Yuri gasped, looking around wildly, but he was nowhere
to be seen. The Fusion that had been injured in the man's 'test'
seemed to be recovering, its cries quietening inside his mind, but
he had to admit that he knew little of his own powers. He was
largely self-taught and it showed.
"Perhaps you will seek
me out..."
Yuri grinned. "We'll
see."
---
R-Vote to Shang Tsung.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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El Bruje Sale
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Shang
Tsung slowly walked down the street, still musing about his latest
acquisition in souls. And, of course, the fact that he was in a new
area, with a new set of rules, and hosts that can't even create a
decent portal.
The nobleman was distinctly unimpressed
with the city. Sand, mud, brick if they're lucky... Where is the
art? Where is the culture? Where is the grand vice or virtue that
makes souls worth the taking? They are merchants, all, nothing but
lowly common businessmen. Then again, that does mean that I'll be
able to purchase anything I want from them. Probably of fairly high
quality, too.
He stopped in front of a glass merchant.
His wares were mostly of intricate glass sculptures, though he had
some less-valuable glasswork, and of course, one could not forget
the glass.
"Hey, stranger! Want some glass? One hundred
percent pure!"
Shang Tsung sighed. "Do I look like the kind
of gentleman that would want glass sculptures?"
The merchant
seemed to consider this. "Do you actually want me to answer
that?"
To this, Shang Tsung could only sigh. "No, I do not,
and no, I do not." Shaking his head, the sorcerer continued down the
road, ignoring the vast majority of the commercial interests in the
road. One store, however, interested him. Not so much for the goods,
as it was, as one could guess, mostly glass, but one customer was
inside.
It looked like a girl, with a black... dress-like...
thing... And a raven on its shoulders. But Shang Tsung could
definately sense a sense of a collection of souls from it. The
sorcerer walked up to the black-clad person, and
bowed.
Hidden by his goatee, he smiled. "Are you in the
business of borrowing souls for the betterment of those
concerned?"
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Hisame Shizumaru - 1:3
The young man shook
with mirth, as Alma smiled confidently to herself. "Yes, Alma-san,
you may accompany me," one of his hands flew to his mouth to hide
his own smile. "Perhaps you might pick up some of the, ah... less...
flattering... words of the language..."
"That'd be nice," she
piped up cheerfully.
Even though she hid behind her charming
persona, Shizumaru looked at Alma almost suspiciously - her words
were far too coincidental, he thought to himself, feeling
another flash of fright. She must know...
Nervously,
he clutched the hand on his collar tighter, and looked away from
Alma, slightly embarrased. If she knew what he was, she could be in
grave danger, for his heart still throbbed from the encounter with
Setsuna - though his heart should've at least calmed down by then.
What, then, could be what still made his blood boil? Was it the girl
beside him?
Cautiously, he looked right into her eyes again,
but felt none of the evil that he sensed from Setsuna, or Gohan - or
even Minazuki Zankuro. In fact, he was completely bewildered - he
sensed nothing at all, and yet, there had to be something about her
that still tensed up his body - what in the world could it have
been?
"Now you're the one who's staring at me!" Alma laughed.
"Are we going to continue this cycle over and over,
hm?"
"Oh!" He looked back up, startled, his cheeks a pale
pink. "Iie... we may continue forth. Gomen
nasai."
"That's okay," Alma grinned. "I must remind you
of someone, don't I?"
Dreading to look at her eyes once
again, but willing himself to do such, Shizumaru glanced back up -
- no, he was not reminded of anybody, and he told her as
such. "Kimpatsu is very rare, you see. But... in a way..."
Rimururu...
"Yes?" The honey-blonde girl's head cocked
to one side in curiousity, but Shizumaru shook his head and shrugged
the thought away. Her personality does indeed remind me of
Rimururu, however...
The faint tickle of her lips on his
suddenly flew back to him, making him gasp silently. Not
*now*, he ordered his mind, but the feeling refused to go away.
Alma looked on, intrigued, but looked away innocently when Shizumaru
noticed her gaze.
"I do remind you of someone," she laughed.
"And you're thinking of them, hm?"
His blush flared up, and
Shizumaru's hand flew up to his hair to brush it back, trying to act
as if it was nothing; something he could simply shrug off. Alma's
eyes caught him once more, though - but this time, she wasn't
staring at his eyes -
- she was staring at the glow on his
chest.
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This is for you, Kriz. XD
http://www.geocities.com/carlycheeese/elmdor.jpg
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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Testament wandered through the city...it was a mudhole,
compared to the cities in his universe. But then again, there
weren't as many people, which is a definite plus in his eyes. Humans
were a plague...they lusted after power, money, pleasure, and caused
misery to get it. They thought only of themselves...not caring about
causing misery to others. But then again...who was he to talk? He,
who had tried to ressurect Justice, who had shed so much blood. He,
who had attempted genocide against the human race. He wandered like
this, lost in his thoughts...after about an hour of this, he wound
up in a shop, filled with various glassworks; much like so many
others in this city. Small glass sculptures lined the walls,
paperweights and decorations more than anything else. But one stood
out...a glass sculpture of an angel, made of the purest, clearest
glass Testament could ever recall seeing. It was exquisite...and it
reminded him of Dizzy.
"Shopkeeper...how much is
this?"
"Hm? Oh...that old thing? It's - wait a minute. You're
one of the fighters that Lord Daisetsu summoned, aren't you.
Hm...well...it's yours. If you wish to pay me...fight well in this
campaign."
"...very well."
"Then it's
yours."
Testament picks up the sculpture. For an instant, it
glows with a reddish light...then disappears, stored within a pocket
dimension. He is about to leave...when he senses a presence
behind him. He turns, slowly...and sees before him a man of Asian
descent with a goatee, clad in rich clothes. But there is something
about this man that makes Testament very, very wary. His psionic
signature is unlike anything he has ever sensed before...it bears a
resemblence to Dizzy's, a bit, in that there are multiple elements
repressed under a single dominant one. But unlike Dizzy, the primary
element is more evil oriented, far more cunning, and the number of
repressed secondary elements is FAR greater than Dizzy's twin
alter-egos. This man is clearly someone to be considered extremely
dangerous...all of this, Testament thinks and perceives in less than
a second. And then...the man bows. After straightening, he
speaks...his voice is smooth and cultured.
"Are you in the
business of borrowing souls for the betterment of those
concerned?"
Testament replies, his own words just as polite
as ever.
"It is more civil to introduce oneself before
demanding answers of a stranger, is it not?"
The man pauses
for a bit, then speaks again.
"My apologies. I did not mean
to appear rude...I am the Sorceror, Shang Tsung, from the land of
Outworld. And you are?"
"...I am now known as Testament. I am
a Gear."
"It is my pleasure to meet you. I...am not sure what
a 'Gear' is; but for now, I would greatly appreciate it if you could
answer my earlier question."
"Whether I borrowed souls for
the betterment of those concerned. One might say that. I am a
Summoning Gear...I carry within me souls of the departed. I carry
them within me...and summon them to my aid when I fight."
An
unsettling gleam seems to form in Shang Tsung's eye...were Testament
a human, he would probably be babbling apologies and backing away at
that gleam. But he wasn't a human anymore...at this point, fear was
not something easily brought out within him. And so he merely
watched the sorceror with a bit of interest, waiting to see what he
had planned next.
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King Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self Section
3
After receiving several rounds of applause from
the other participants and bowing graciously, King's anger had
subsided. It was then that a teenage boy and his dog approached her.
"Hey," the boy said youthfully, though obviously unaware of
it. "That was an interesting move that you had there. What did you
call?"
"The Double Strike," King replied quickly,
unintentionally cold.
"Right. I guess it would make sense to
have the move named the same thing as what is screamed out by the
fighter. However, you'll have to forgive me as I am not good with
fighting games. And..."
"Games?" King curiously interjected.
"What games?"
"Oh, sorry!" the boy exclaimed nervously. "I'm
such an idiot sometimes. Hehehe..." The boy laughed as he slapped
himself on the head.
"we all know that
already."
King couldn't tell where the voice had come
from.
"shut up Vader." She had definitely
heard it come from the boy's mouth this time, though it was only in
a whisper.
Great. King mused, like she constantly
does. I go from a man who won't stop talking about himself to a
boy who begins talking to himself.
"Um..." the boy
began, breaking the awkward silence that had been created. "I never
introduced myself, which I should have if I want to get to know you
a bit better. My name is Jason Soe. Alchemist."
The boy held
out his hand, though it was still intangible. However, King knew
that it was only as a friendly gesture.
"My name is King.
Fighter."
King held out her hand in return, and they "shook"
hands.
"Nice to meet you," they said
simultaneously.
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R-Vote to Jason Soe
I'm
going to bed now. However, if Vote Burn is incorporated in this
exercise, then I'll make the following attacks.
A-Vote to
Setsuna A-Vote to Ky Kyske A-Vote to Kyosuke A-Vote to
Allen Synder A-Vote to Tingle
Oyasuminasai.
EDIT:
Sorry for the egregious typos.
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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A
couple bottles of Ishidaya later, Opera wasn't any closer to being
in anything even REMOTELY resembling a good mood. On the contrary,
she'd only become more depressed and angry, though that was more due
to the heat of the desert than the liquor. She had more of an
alcohol tolerance than that, after all. Her tolerance for her
circumstances and the arid climate of her current locale, on the
other hand....
Ye gods, could this possibly get worse?
I'll never complain about Giveaway's temperature again, I swear, if
someone....anyone....is listening to me and will please get me out
of here.
"These graphics are
amazing..."
....Excuse me? Opera's head whipped around
to see a young man, probably around Precis's age, standing there. He
seemed to be utterly amazed by his
surroundings.
Graphics? She glanced at the bottle she
was holding.
She glanced at the boy again.
The
bottle.
....Either this kid is drunker than I am, or he's
hooked on those video games Claude is so damn obsessed with.
"Advanced forward," indeed. And that business with killing monsters
being worth points....what an odd concept. Points towards WHAT? What
the hell?
....
I should leave such musings for when
I'm completely sober. I don't get drunk easily, but sheesh....still
not the right frame of mind to ponder these things. As though I
should worry about such trivialities anyway, in my situation.
Bah.
"Hey, you lost? And by the way, welcome to reality.
This, sadly, is no game." Opera chuckled softly, with more than a
hint of melancholy tinging her voice. She held out the bottle.
"Thirsty? You look way too young for this, but I'd wager you might
need it just as much as I
do...."
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1 R-Vote to Kite. *nods* Over to you, Niffy. xD
Whenever you wake up, that is.
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Shang
Tsung smiled. "You carry the souls of the departed, you say?
Interesting, quite interesting. You must understand, that I am also
interested in these 'souls,' very much so, in fact."
His eyes
seemed to glow with anticipation. "In fact, one could say that it is
a matter of life or death with me. And here is a large group, all
ready and waiting in a nice little package... Though I'm guessing
you can draw power from them in a way not unsimilar to Quan
Chi..."
The sorcerer's thoughts seemed to go on a completely
different, though related, course. "How much power can you
draw from your souls? What levels of power have you achieved, in
what manner can you manipulate the souls in your control... And do
you have the ability to send them to others?"
Seeing only a
slightly interested look on Testament's face, the sorcerer sneered.
"I don't know what a 'Gear' is, but I know that you have what I
want. And, more importantly, I know that you possess quite a bit of
it. But, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Do you want to
hear?"
Testament nodded slightly, to which Shang Tsung
stepped forward, and whispered, "I can manipulate souls as others
manipulate clay."
The Gear's eyes widened. If what the
sorcerer said was true, then he in his non-corporeal form would be
very vulnerable... And it was true.
Shang Tsung raised his
hand, and a single spirit was taken from Testament's body. Shang
Tsung snarled slightly. "When am I going to get a real soul
from this blasted tournament?"
He smiled, though. "I have no
use for a soul like this, save only the knowledge it may hold. Very
interesting indeed, I might add, though your lesser minions know
much less than would normally be anticipated."
"Oh," he
added, "would you like this soul back?"
The Gear, having an
idea of what Shang Tsung had in mind, said nothing. The sorcerer
shrugged. "A pity." He flung the soul back at Testament, pleased at
finally having a large enough surplus of souls to be able to fire
one, like he did in the old days of Mortal Kombat.
The soul
connected, and as Shang Tsung expected, the non-corporeal nature of
Testament's body meant that the soul's impact was much more powerful
than normal. The Gear went flying, as it had only half-anticipated
the blow.
The sorcerer was quite happy, and he turned to
leave the shop. But, just as he was going to, Testament took a heavy
step forward, shattering a fallen glass sculpture.
"Die."
"Your soul is
mine!" -Shang Tsung
It was fun, and I enjoyed myself. But,
it's time for me to go now.
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Kiske 1:1 -
D.O.A
Ky
Kiske looked around calmly. This place felt warm.. hot from the sun,
but unwelcoming, somehow. But then, who would welcome the greatest
fighters from all these 'worlds'?
Ky adjusted his clothes
slowly - it was amazing how easily sand got into them, even when
your body was immaterial - and settled his sword, then stood up from
his seat. The cafe was nice.. but he couldn't drink there, and he
had... things to do. Thanking the landlord, he took a step out into
the beating sun - and recoiled, squeezing his eyes shut. Relaxing in
the shade had done nothing to adjust him to this desert, and by now
the.. fight.. was well underway.
So much talent, in such a
small space. So much power. A crash echoed through the
streets, and Ky sighed, running his hand through his hair. All these
people.. torn from their worlds. They're frightened, agitated.. no
wonder there is violence.
I wonder if.. he's
here?
Ky Kiske, Interpol officer and leader of the Holy
Order, alone in a city full of angry warriors. He sighed... looks
like it would come down to him to clean this mess up... but if Sol
were here...
(OOC: Crappy start, I know.Sorry I wasn't around
to start the round, I generally won't be, seeing as they start 2am
my time. Will post some more when I'm properly
awake...)
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Bloody Fugue:
Opening Movement
Testament laughed as he was sent flying back, hitting
the floor with a crash and destroying several glassworks. Both
parties noted with mild interest that the Gear's body seemed to have
become solid. The sorceror seemed to be finished, as he turned to
leave...but Testament wasn't one to relinquish grudges easily.
Rather than bothering to stand, he simply...melted, into a red,
bloodlike fluid, and flowed back into a standing state,
reforming into his usual self. His face was set into a dark look
indeed...he spoke, his voice bristling with
menace.
"Die."
The sorceror stopped dead for a moment;
then, slowly, he turned, an admonishing expression on his
face.
"You don't seem to realize something. Namely, that when
I put someone down, it is wiser for them to stay down. I shall
reiterate my point."
"I think not, sorceror. It is you who
will be learning a lesson...and though I cannot kill
you..."
As he spoke, his scythe materialized in his hand, its
blade seeming to glint redly as he spins it in his
hand.
"...I can give you a lesson in pain!"
The
sorceror, Shang Tsung merely grinned in return, drawing a straight
sword from his side.
"I think that I shall be the one
teaching you the lesson."
"You speak mighty words, human. Let
us see if you can back them up!! GRAVEDIGGER!"
And with that,
Testament lunged forward, his scythe cleaving an arc of bloody death
in front of him. Shang was prepared; his straight sword swiftly
shifted into a blocking stance. Nonetheless, the sorceror is pushed
back by the assault. Tsung retaliates almost immediately, cutting
low in an effort to catch Testament offguard, but Testament is able
to deflect the blow with the handle of his scythe. Tsung continues
his attack with a second slice, this one high. But Testament has
already leapt back...he staggers back, as though he's about to fall
over. Tsung recognizes this as a moment of weakness, and lunges
forward, sword extended in preparation to impale his opponent...but
he never noticed the pool of reddish liquid forming on the ground in
front of him. As soon as he started to move forward, it struck. A
cluster of clenched fists formed within the pool, striking out at
the sorceror. The look of triumph on his face changes to one of
shock as the fists strike out, lifting the sorceror up and back a
few feet off the ground with the force of their strikes. Testament
pushes off the ground, seeming to fly through the air at his
opponent. The sorceror tries to recover, to attack, but it's too
late. Testament smashes his opponent with the end of his scythe,
slamming the blunt skull like decoration adorning it directly into
his opponent's chest. Shang Tsung flies back, his momentum sufficent
to send him flying into, and through, the flimsy door of the shop.
He hits the ground outside, bounces back, and finally skids to a
stop a few feet outside. Testament strides out, his scythe poised
over one shoulder...and on his face, the most frightening thing of
all. A terrible, soulless smile...
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Storm: It has begun...
The speech was over
and the mass of people began to leave the room. Storm followed, and
stepped outside, and took one wide look around.
What on
earth?? Is this a Danger Room sequence? I haven't seen this one
before.
Storm closed her eyes and 'felt' her
surroundings. She was usually so in touch with nature, so well
connected, but now, there was nothing.
This... this isn't
the Danger Room she thought.
Storm was worried. She could
feel the paranoia, panic and fear beginning to set in, and she could
also feel the weather, reacting to her emotions. Storm looked
upwards to the skies. A dark storm cloud gathered over the city,
rumbling and flashing. Suddenly, with a flash on lightning, a light
shower of rain began to fall upon the city.
Storm continued
to walk, ignoring the rain, hoping that if she forgot about it, it
would stop. The commands made by her emotions, were so much powerful
than the ones she makes herself, she would simpley have to let this
change of weather play itself out. She passed a number of strange
looking people; a drunken three-eyed woman, a woman shaking hands
with a boy, introducing herself as 'King', so many unusual faces,
yet nobody seemed to fit in here. Everybody stood out. Storm figured
that everybody was in her position too. Lost and alone.
She
continued to walk until she found a small inn. She pushed open the
door and stepped inside. A small group of people had gathered
inside, probably to escape the rain she had just created. She sat
herself down at a table and took a deep breath, and tried to think
things through, and possible reasons why she was here.
Surely I can't really be here to save a world? And for
what do I show 'potential' for? It makes no sense whatsoever. There
must be another reason why I'm here.
Storm ran through a
list of possible reasons in her head. Apocalypse. Forge. But none of
them made sense. What was happening leaves no trail of evidence
which leads to either of the solutions she came up with. this was
something new. And it was then she knew, that she was going to have
to fight her way out.
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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Kiske 1:2 -
Black Soul
Walking slowly down an open road, Ky's mind wandered.
Here, this whole place was so.. surreal. One minute he'd been
engaging Sol - then Testament appeared, and then... the light. For
an instant, he'd thought it was light from the heavens, the light of
the Lord piercing his heart - a sign there was still someone
watching him, watching over him, but no... the light picked him up,
picked... them up...
Are they here too?
Dust from the sandy street picked up around his feet, but
otherwise the wind was minimal. A pensive mood overcame Ky, as he
ran a finger down across the burnt slash on his clothes. A sign that
this wasn't a dream, perhaps. The pain from the Fuuenken was not
totally gone yet, a reminder... of Sol's strength. That man's
strength! So powerful yet so damned callo -
- NO! -
Ky was not going to let his emotions get away from him
again. He prided himself on his calmness, his refusal to give in to
the waves of emotion that surged over him in battle - but Sol..
every time he saw Sol, his heart skipped a beat, his anger rose
and...
That was not a side of himself he enjoyed. Letting
his emotions and his hatred escape, burst and overflow into a
torrent of rage and pain. That was not Ky, not the Ky he knew
himself to be - and it scared him.
Shaking his head, Ky
frowned. This was not the time for such reveries. He had a job to do
- to keep the peace - and even if this wasn't his own world, there
was still a peace to keep. If Sol was here... Testament, too.. who
knew what would happen...
Grabbing at a passer-by - I can
touch them again - he raised his hands in a sign of peace.
"Excuse me, sir.. I'm looking for two men - a red-clad man with long
hair and a red sword, and a man in black with a scythe. Have you
seen them, perhaps?" Ky's voice was soft, calm, his emotions under
control again, and friendly, even. The man nodded, pointing the
direction Ky was walking. "Aye, I seen summun like that, 'e were
over that way."
"That way? My thanks, sir." Ky nodded his
head and carried on down the road - but his footfalls were faster
now, and purposeful. Sol would not destroy these people! Not on his
watch!
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
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In which Shang
Tsung continues the duel with Testament, with the aid of Li
Mei...
Shang
Tsung shook his head slightly, to regain his bearings. A trap
spell of some sort? A technique, maybe?
The sorcerer
stood up, only to be arrested by the glare of Testament. No, not
quite a glare... more of a completely emotionless mask, of something
trying to mimic a human faculty, but has only second-hand
information with which to do it. If Shang Tsung hadn't had so much
experience with automatons, he would have flinched.
Instead,
he did what any good sorceror would do in such a situation.
Especially one with a repetoire of advanced offensive spells, a
nearly-limitless supply of souls with which to power his attacks,
intimate knowledge of most of the martial arts of Outworld and
Earthrealm, and a weapon famed throughout the realms for its
strength and soul-searing properties.
Shang Tsung called out
for his reinforcements. And the skeletal remains of Li Mei, complete
with bodyarmor and a halberd of her own, leaped down from the
market's roof. Testament regarded this new warrior for a moment.
The new combatant carefully placed the crate of goodies down
on the ground, then stared at Testament for a moment. Just long
enough to receive its command. "Destroy him!"
In response,
Testament merely taunted Shang Tsung. "You claim the power of souls,
and yet you rely on underlings to complete your work?"
Shang
Tsung nodded. "Why bother getting my own hands dirty when this
servant of mine can do just as well?"
That servant lunged
forward with its halberd, cleaving the very air with the heavy
weapon. However, it cleaved not flesh, but only a reddish liquid.
The skeleton of Li Mei regarded this for a moment, then slowly
turned around. Instantly, the liquid coagulated into a single,
massive burst. The liquid coated Shang Tsung's warrior, then
reformed itself into Testament.
However, Li Mei seemed
completely uninterested. She charged forward again, nearly catching
the Gear off-guard. Halberd met scythe, and the two soulless beings
stared at each other. But, then something else happened. Li Mei
grabbed Testament's arm, and wrenched his body over its own. The
Gear went flying through the air, though he managed to catch
himself.
Li Mei relentlessly advanced, then jumped high in
the air, raising its halberd high for a mighty cleaving attack.
However, right as it was about to hit, Testament's arm flashed out,
catching the skeleton by its throat. In the other hand appeared a
golden doll. Testament first regarded the skeletal Li Mei, then the
imitation. His glance fell back to Shang Tsung, and with a single
motion, he crushed the doll. Li Mei's corpse fell to the
ground.
"If that is the best that you can accomplish, Shang
Tsung, then give up your parlor tricks and attempt something more
within your reach than magic."
To this, Shang Tsung could
only chuckled. "Excellent..."
Testament began walking towards
the sorcerer. "Do you still harbor some vain hope of defeating me?
I, who am matched by no human?"
Shang Tsung smiled. "Of
course I have no vain hope." With a single motion, Testament brought
his scythe around, the air whistling as it raced towards Shang
Tsung's neck...
...and was caught by Li Mei. The automaton's
eyes seemed to glow with an infernal power, and it kicked Testament
in the stomach. When he bent over from the sheer impact, the
automaton wrenched its leg over its own head, flinging Testament
away. But, once again, the Gear caught itself.
Almost
casually, Testament flung a spirit at the cadaverous form of Li Mei.
Unsurprisingly, it did far more damage to it than to normal humans.
The end result was a flung skeleon, that took longer than normal to
recover itself.
But recover itself it did. Li Mei dashed
towards Testament, dodging another soul blast, and swung again with
the halberd. Once again, Testament dodged out of the way, but he was
not expecting what came next. Li Mei fired its Sparkler attack, the
orb of electricity catching the Gear full in the chest.
But,
as was to be expected, it would take much, much more than that to
stop the Gear. He rushed forward with his scythe and slashed again.
Once again, there was a wake of some reddish liquid, but Li Mei's
undead form easily blocked the blow.
However, before it could
swing again, the Gear caught Li Mei's arm. With one smooth motion,
he lifted the undead into the air, and the nails on his hand shot
through it. His face began to change, somehow... To Shang
Tsung, it seemed like the Gear was transforming into an undead
itself.
However, the skeleton itself was not nearly as hurt
as a human would have been. The lack of blood or any other vital
organ diminished the effectiveness of the blow, though it was still
strong enough to create a good-sized hole in the skeleton's
armor.
However, the skeleton started working its way down
Testament's arm. The Gear, needless to say, was surprised. However,
the best was yet to come. When the skeleton came within distance, it
grabbed Testament's shoulders and planted itself into the floor,
preventing the Gear from moving or using his scythe
efficiently.
"What are you doing?"
The same cold,
cultured voice answered him, "So I can kill you with no risk on my
part. Good help, contrary to popular opinion, is easy to find. I
made this one myself."
Testament turned his head around. As
expected, Shang Tsung was standing behind him, Straight Sword in
hand. "Now, how should I kill you? Perhaps a front swipe?" He
slashed from the left to the right, leaving a small gash in
Testament.
"Perhaps a cross strike?" He spun his sword in a
circle, again leaving a gash in Testament. He paused for a moment,
considering what to do next. The wind seemed to pick up for a
moment, but it quickly died down again. Changing winds are common in
the desert.
"I know! I shall impale you, and watch the life
drain from you slowly but surely. How does that grab your fancy?" He
took a step forward, prepared to deal the finishing blow, as he had
done to Quan Chi only a short time ago...
...and suddenly, a
gigantic tree erupted underneath him. When he tried to maneuver out
of it, the branches constricted around his body, preventing him from
moving. Li Mei, likewise, was stunned for a moment, its command to
"protect the bearer of the amulet" conflicting with its latest
command, to "kill Testament."
It was this moment of
indecision that Testament used to his advantage. Raising his arm, he
lashed out with a vicious kick, sending the skeleton flying off of
his arm. At the same time, the tree went back to the earth from
whence it came, and Shang Tsung brushed off the debris from his
robes. "We are stuck at the same part again... You are possibly a
match for me, and certainly a match for my servant, but you cannot
defeat the both of us. Li Mei!"
His smile widened. "Slay
him!" ---
EDIT: Forgot my 1 A-vote to
Testament.
Hey, it's what we agreed to. 
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Bloody Fugue:
Second Movement
Testament surveys the odds for a moment...then, slowly,
he begins to laugh. A twisted mockery of laughter, a shell
containing no trace of mirth.
"Slay him!"
And at the
Sorceror's word, the puppet moved. It came forward again, swinging
its halberd with deadly intent. High left to mid right, mid right to
high left, high left to center thrust. A clever string of
attacks...but Testament had spent time fighting before; wars against
things with slashing claws and ripping blades and blunt bone spurs
that caved skulls in. The fact that he was still alive was a tribute
to the fact that he had survived those countless attacks, if only by
the width of a razor's edge; and so he survived this. Dodge the
first, block the second, parry that third and pull a trick before it
gets a fourth. And so he did. His left arm lashed up at eyeblurring
speed, seeming to dissolve and reform in the space of a second.
Testament stepped back as the puppet attempted its fourth attack, a
hopping thrust that would have used its weight as additional force
to drive the blade home; and then stopped dead in the middle of its
thrust as the attack erupted around it. A cleverly placed Zeinest,
rendering the puppet helpless for a moment in a web as hard as
steel...this was Testament's chance. He leapt forward, his scythe
flying forward as he once again used his Gravedigger...only to be
smashed aside by an eruption of flame. He flies to the side,
managing to recover in midair and land on his feet, albeit shakily.
He takes an instant to recover...and in that instant, the puppet has
managed to break free from the Zeinest and resume its
attack.
"I told you, Gear, that you would be no match
for me and my minion. Give up now, and I may show you some mercy by
killing you painlessly!"
Testament doesn't waste his breath
replying. Vertical slice, cross slash, thrust. Again, Testament's
skill pays off. He manages to sidestep the first, turn the second
aside, and evade the thrust. But this time, his opponent pulls the
trick, dropping the blade of her halberd to the ground and using it
as a brace for a roundhouse kick from the opposite direction. The
Gear staggers back for a moment, winded; the puppet takes advantage,
lunging forward with a series of powerful horizontal strikes, some
of which Testament is able to stagger out of range for, some of
which strike true and leave more ugly gashes on him. In a desperate
effort, he invokes a summon...a glowing skull flies out from his
hand, drifting forward. Ordinarily, this attack could have been
easily guarded; but the puppet was commited to its attack and could
not draw back enough to assume any kind of defense. The skull hits,
and on the skeletal creature appears a glowing red mark. The
creature staggers back for a moment, then begins to press forward
again...
"Zio! Obey the contract!"
The raven flying
near him screeches, and flies forward, pestering Tsung's skeletal
minion. Testament, meanwhile, wastes no time; he dashes at the
sorceror himself. Tsung's eyes widen as he sees the threat, and
casts a fireball, but Testament saw it coming. Leaping into the air,
he comes down hard, slamming a boot into Tsung's face. Testament
knows he has to act before Tsung can recover, and before his minion
can resume its attack on him.
"Enjoy this, sorceror! Master
of Puppets!"
In his hands, Testament's scythe flows, becoming
an eerie black key. Before Shang Tsung can raise his blade to defend
himself, Testament has plunged the spectral key into the sorceror's
chest. Tsung's face is caught in an expression of total
shock...Testament merely smiles, this one a real, but very nasty
expression. And then he turns the key. The key seems to glow with an
eerie greenish light, as Testament's face once more transforms
momentarily into that hellish visage...and then he withdraws the
key. His face returns to normal as the scythe returns to its usual
shape...Tsung, though, looks a bit rattled, and more than a bit
angry. He staggers back a bit before managing to resume a defensive
stance. A bit of a smile is on his face, mingled with a bit of
anger.
"Ah...so you steal souls as well, do you? Foolish of
me not to anticipate...it shall not happen again."
"Don't
make promises you cannot keep sorceror...the end of your black soul
draws nigh!"
But before Testament can manage to finish his
adversary, though, the skeletal puppet comes forward once again,
redoubling its attack, ignoring the raven/succubus attacking it
continually. Testament manages to guard, but it's clearly a near
thing. The fight continues...
--- 1 A-Vote to Shang
Tsung. Ordinarily I wouldn't do this to someone who's given me such
an awesome fight, but...
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"So
why were you brought here?" King asked. "No offense, but you don't
look like godly material."
"Heheh. Well..." Jason chuckled
sheepishly, trying to think how to reply to that statement. "I'll
admit I'm not that good with a weapon, but my real specialty is
alchemy."
"That word again..." King thought, not clear
on what an alchemist was. "Do you mind explaining what your
'alchemy' is?"
"Well... it's...heck, I'll just show you."
With that, the young man reached into his P.E.R.C. and pulled out a
strip of dried beef and a small lump of clay. "Alchemy work's like
this, that everything, from people to paper, has it's own unique
type of energy that gives it form, structure, color, whatever else
that makes it what it is. Alchemy is the art of drawing these
energies and combining them with energies of other objects in proper
proportions to create new energies. You still with me?"
"Yes.
Go on." King replied, though inwardly thinking. "What is he
rambling about? Just get to the point..."
"Now, I'm using
one part beef, and one part clay. I'll need a target..." Jason
turned around to check for anything suitable. His eyes fell onto
certain robotic being. "Airman?! Just what I need, another robot
master." The fanboy scowled. He had encountered Cutman and
Quickman in Lindblum's festival of the hunt, and was dragged through
the city's streets by the latter Wilybot. Needless to say, he was
not fond of this series of robot.
"Alright, see that blue
guy, King?....." Jason asked, pointing out the mechanical man. He
stood sideways between King and Airman holding out his hand with the
ingredients for his new friend to see. Quickly drawing out the
items' energies, the clay and beef dematerialized in the alchemist's
hand. "Bovine!"
"MooooOOOOO!" The newly created cow cried as
it fell onto the hapless Airman. King's calm exterior came to a
temporary halt as she gawked at the five-hundred pound arrival.
Airman, not welcoming the crazed mammal on top of him, activated his
powerful chest fan. The strong winds lifted the cud chewer into the
air, propelling it several yards away onto a young man clad in
white.
"And~ that's about sum's up what you can do with
alchemy." Jason stated.
"...Right..." King replied, regaining
her composure. "So you create animals?"
"Not just that. There
are formulas to make fire or electricity, create shields of energy,
even heal wounds." Jason went on. He might have continued, but he
then remembered one of his objectives in these gatherings of sorts.
"I think I'm gonna go look around town some more. Nice talking to-
wait."
Digging into his bag once again, he pulled out a small
plastic bottle of water, one of several he carried around for
alchemy. As hot as it was, he thought it was the right thing to
do
"Before I go, here." Jason said, holding out the bottle to
King. As soon as she took it, Jason walked off. "See ya',
man!" _______________________________________________
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A-Vote to Airman(pirate360)! 1 A-Vote to Kyosuke(Zen Master)!(two
votes with one cow. ) 1 R-Vote to King(The Damned)!(water in a desert is
precious)
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Cue
song: Final Fantasy II - The Rebel Army
After emerging as the
Hulk once more for a brief moment, Bruce Banner reverted back, to
the awe of a few spectators around him.
"Hmm...green...purple
pants...and a scrawny guy." With a snap of his fingers, Jason Soe
recognized him. "Aw yeah! The Incredible Hulk! I remember you! You
were this comic book hero, and you appeared on a messload of
merchandise! And don't you have a movie coming out?"
"You're
pretty enthusastic. But I don't recall having a
comi-"
Of course you don't. See,
while you were gone, Hulk and I were here. And, we took down notes
for you. Let me get them out: *ahem* A guy grabbed a bunch of, uh,
heroes from different ... dimensions. Yeah, it sounds fucktarded, I
know, but stay with me here. And, these dimensions are as different
from yours as you can imagine.
Don't worry, I'm
not a stranger to universe hopping.
"...I mean, yeah,
great. Thanks kid."
"Even though I'm more into gaming,
you're...RAD TO THE MAX."
What in the
hell do we have here?! Who invited you?!
Joe!
Joe Fixit?
UGH! You're just like that green gimp, only...gray?
With a trenchcoat?
"I'm flattered. ... Could you
tell me a little about some of the people here?" Bruce started to
squirm; his Gray Hulk persona had returned, and was none too pleased
with the appearence of the teen.
So you
think you can waltz in here like some whore? Nah, see, you need
initiation.
"Sure; where to start though...oh
yeah. That guy over there. He's from Bandai's .hack series of games.
.hack also happens to be a multimedia franchise, if you didn't know.
... I take it you're not too familiar with Bandai."
Initiation?! You're gonna haze me?! Bring it,
monkeydouche!
"Not really. But I follow you."
Bruce knew he wasn't going to be able to follow Soe any longer, but
appreciated his effort nonetheless.
"Alright. THAT guy...that
guy is Yuri Hyuga, from Shadow Hearts. And get this: Shadow Hearts
is an RPG made by SNK, one of a few, like Koudelka, or even King of
Fighters: Kyo."
King of Fighters: Kyo?! Banner
remembered Kyo mentioning King of Fighters somewhere down the
line.
What about Kyo?! A
bad move on Kyo's part lending his attention to the mention of his
own spinoff game; Joe Fixit took the opportunity to smash Kyo, bash
Kyo, stomp on Kyo, and throw Kyo.
"Thing is, SNK's RPGs are a
bit, you know, obscure. Even I wouldn't have known about Shadow
Hearts if I didn't see it at EB."
"Thanks, I appreciate it.
I'll see you later."
"No problem, I'm the master of
unlocking!" Jason squealed.
"...huh?" Bruce turned around, if
only to feign some further attention directed at Soe.
"It's a
famous video game quote. Off of Resident Evil? Jill
Valentine?"
"I got'cha."
Lucky shot, that's all that was.
Once I stuck you in the jaw, you knew it was all
over.
Please don't start giving
yourself a cockride.
Well, you
passed my initiation. Good to have you as part of the Hulk charter
of the schizophrenic self-help group.
Cute, guys. Real
cute.
Where'd you come in, Bruce? And what
the hell's going on anyway?
Do I
have to explain everything? Figures. I wrote it all down
right...here.
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Kiske 1:3 -
Black Soul II
Turning the corner, Ky paused to assess the situation.
Red-clothed man.. long hair..
This man is not Sol
- but I can see how the citizen misconstrued my question...
Before him, the red-robed man paused, commanding a
follower.. and the street erupted as a demon - demon! - in
black surged into view - and the giant key plunged into the one
man's heart...
Ky knew that attack.
"Testament!"
Breaking into a run, Ky whipped the Thunderseal from his belt, the
blade exploding into crackles of lightning and thunder as he closed
on the two. As he ran, the fighting continued - scythe blade meeting
short sword, succubus' claws meeting skeletal warrior's fists, and
the street.. civilians fleeing in all directions from the unholy
battle ensuing! Before him, the other man's sword plunged into
Testament's heart - but the Gear dissolved in a pool of blood,
reforming behind his opponent to swing the scythe round, slashing in
an arc that just flew over the red-robed man's head. Both wheeled
back, and a ball of fire shot from the unnamed man's hand, to be
deflected by the haft of Testament's scythe. A recoil, and both men
rushed in -
- And Ky's blade met both in the centre, a clash
of metal and electricity blowing all three apart again. Ky slid to a
halt - the recoil from his weapon was no obstacle to him after so
many years - and looked up at the two men.
"Testament... you
are here too?"
"Kiske." The gear nodded slightly, not taking
his eyes from the other man. "Stay out of this, Knight. Your time is
not now." Ky blinked - then frowned. Just what I expect from a
Gear.
"I cannot let this pass un-noticed, Testament. My
job is to protect, even in this world, and I can't let you destroy
this town."
The other man let out a cackle of laughter. "Ky
Kiske, always the paladin, always the protector."
"I don't
believe we've met, sir." Ky nodded uncertainly. "I apologise if this
man attacked you - I'm here to stop him."
A grin spread over
the other man's face. "Why, thankyou sir! Please, defeat this
infidel and save us!" Ky nodded, raising his sword. "I'm sorry,
Testament. Please lower your weapon, or I will have to use force."
The Gear's face gave nothing away as he changed his grip on the
scythe. "Don't let him fool you, Kiske. Shang Tsung is the aggressor
here, and I the protector. But you will not believe a gear.. so see
for yourself."
A worried expression crossed Ky's face,
followed by an expression of shock, as a hot spear of pain blossomed
into his side. He looked down in horror at the sword blade
penetrating his side and mouthed a silent word. Pulling his blade
back, Shang Tsung chuckled to himself. "The Gear's souls tell me
much about you, Ky. They tell me of your gullibility, and how to
manipulate it. I suggest you raise that sword of yours and fight,
before I take your soul for my own too!"
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Cue
song: Final Fantasy VII - Barret's Theme
It's that time again...
Where we decide...
Who
gets A-Voted...
And who gets R-Voted.
That Allan Snyder! I've heard of him before. He was
pretty big in the US martial arts circuit, till my man Ken busted
his ass. What a dork.
Hulk notices
that everyone gang up on Kyosuke. ... Hulk do it
too!
Who's the ninja in the yellow?
Looks weird as hell. ... Wait a second, I remember this guy! It's a
long story, so make sure you pay attention: I was receiving this
package of guns and drugs from a guy I heard about, and we decided
to do this exchange at a pizzaria. The guy tries to screw me by
asking for twice what we agreed upon; I beat his ass and toss him at
an arcade machine; that arcade machine was Mortal Kombat, and that
yellow ninja is Scorpion! I heard he's trouble. I wanna take care of
him.
Are you guys all out for blood? You take things
far too personally. Anyway, I think I want to R-Vote Captain Falcon.
Poor guy was getting trashed upon by a bunch of people, and even if
he's got a loud voice, and looks vaguely homoerotic, he didn't
deserve that.
A-Vote! Allan Snyder! A-Vote!
Kyosuke! A-Vote! Scorpion! R-Vote! Captain
Falcon!
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s p i r i t e d . . .
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Storm
heard a commotion outside and rose from her seat and stepped outside
the inn. She glanced down the street and saw a group of people
fighting. Storm began to slowly approach them, her natural instinct
was to help the good, and destroy the bad. She watched them closely,
and gasped as an oriental looking man ran another man through with
his sword.
Storm began to pick up speed, running towards the
fight. The winds took over and she propelled herself into the air,
towards her target. The skies above her crackled and flashed,
charging itself.
The Oriental man cackled as he pulled his
sword out from his victim. The skies rumbled ferociously, casuing
the Oriental man to gaze up into the darkened clouds. Suddenly, a
lightning bolt came crashing down upon him, quickly and
effieciently, he stumbled backwards and groaned in
agony.
Storm came to the stabbed mans aid, holding her hand
over his wound.
"Are you okay?" she asked him
softly.
Storm looked back over her shoulder, to find that the
Oriental man had recovered already from her attack, and was grinning
wildy at her. She frowned and turned back to the wounded man. She
held his head, as though a mother would her son. Then looked back
over her shoulder, to frown at the Oriental
man.
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1 A-Vote to
Shang-Tsung. 1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske.
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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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:06
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Final Fantasy VII - Oppressed People
Banner went on,
glancing at new people, till he came to a woman in a bartender's get
up. She had a tired expression on her face.
"It looks like
you need a drink, or a cigarette, or something." Banner
said.
"I wish I packed them both. ... Jesus, do you have some
gum at least?" King started to open her mouth to let her tongue
wag.
"Sorry."
"And I'm out of water too." Dejected,
King sat down on a mound of sand. "This is hopeless." Banner decided
to try and console her, if only because he wanted to get a stronger
sense of awareness on his party. He sat down with her.
"You
know, it helps that we're all in the same boat
together."
"Even if it's the Titanic?" King said softly. The
heat was getting to her. She noticed Alma Beoulve following
Shizumaru like a love-afflicted kitten, which began to send King
down a cynical spiral. "Aw, damn. Love."
"You mean those two
over there? I'm not a biologist, but you don't need to be one to
know...love when you first see it." With that, he was reminded of
his own love, long departed. Betty...
"Love. Let me
tell you, there's no justice for love when your man hooks up with a
little girl with hooters!"
"Your man sounds like R. Kelly."
Bruce said. King started to chuckle.
"Yeah, he
does."
"Love? Romance is okay, but it's not as necessary as
food, water, air, or shelter. I've found other things to live
for."
"...you have only a minute to make this sound
interesting." King said. She was beginning to get bored of talking
about love.
"Okay. Sometimes I beat up
thugs...interesting?"
"It's nothing I haven't done
before."
"Okay, okay, sometimes...I save lives."
"I
guess I helped out with that a couple times." King remembered the
NESTS incident in South Town.
"So, are you not
depressed yet?" Banner found himself lost. This discussion felt
pointless now.
"The world still sucks. But Eminem was wrong
about you."
"Huh?" Banner wondered. "Well, I'll see you
later."
"Bye, Moby."
So, how do
we pass the time?
I am NOT
playing "Guess the Celebrity."
Want
to play Legend of Zelda: Four Swords?
Sounds sweet.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:36
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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The
cheep booze flowed through Tingle's body and splattered on the
barstool under him.
"I don't care how many of those things I
try to serve you, Dai's right," reminded the bartender. "You don't
have a physical body yet. You can't drink this stuff. Heck; I'm
surprised you could even hold the shot glass."
Tingle looked
at the glass in his hand. "I'm not supposed to be able to hold this,
sir?"
"That's right."
The glass fell through Tingle's
hand and shattered on the cement floor underneath him.
Tingle
sighed. No more alcholol. He was out. The tiny flask that he had
with him was the only liquor he had with him, and he had to save it
for later. "Gotta save every last drop..." murmered
Tingle.
"Then why are you guzzling it down?" asked the
bartender.
Tingle looked at the empty bottle at his mouth. He
pulled it away and threw it somewhere in the crowd. It wasn't enough
to even get hallucinations from. Tingle sighed. Depression began to
sink in.
"This sucks," he muttered.
"Ya got that
right, fairy man," replied a drunk to his right.
"Bartender?"
asked Tingle. "Can you get me a bucket of water?"
"Sure; what
for?"
"I'm going to drown myself." replied Tingle,
grimly.
"Yo' not pfisicly here," muttered the drunk. "Ya
can't do that."
"You're not like this in Majora's Mask,"
stated a voice behind him. Tingle turned around to see Jason Soe. He
decided it was time to copy everyone else and proclaim his video
game-ness.
"Although you might have been a drunk loser on
Wind Waker," he continued. "I haven't bought the game yet.
Pre-ordered, yes, but the folks at EBs didn't have enough of
them."
"Nope; Nintendo censors my character pretty well,"
remarked Tingle. "They cut all the drugs, the alchohol, the child
molesting, and only show my sugary coated side. If I would have made
a deal with Sony back when I was just a sketch on Miyamoto's drawing
board, I could've been huge. Now I'm just in this
dump."
"Nobody badmouths Nintendo and gets away with it!"
cried a small voice from on high. "Prepare to feel my wrath,
evil-doer!"
Tingle and Jason looked up. A man in blue and red
spandex came through the roof at an impressive speed and fell
face-first into the ground. "Uuugghh..." muttered Falcon. "I'll...
lose... my contract..." he stammered.
Tingle shook his head
and tossed a Rupee over to Falcon. "Get better, yo." Tingle looked
up at the bartender. "Check, please."
"Naw; it's on me. Just
clean up your act," he replied. "You have the potential to be
great... or, at least, the potential to be less of an
idiot."
"You can become a fairy!" encouraged Jason.
"Isn't that enough reason to work hard?"
"I think he's
already a pretty big fariy," muttered Vadar.
"Muzzle
frumpin'," agreed Falcon, dazed, his face in the
dirt.
"You're right!" cried Tingle. "I can't waste my time
here! I've got to frolic! Think happy thoughts! Blow crap up! Kooloo
Limpah, and other crazy stuff like that. I'm out of here!" Tingle
pranced off, out of the bar. "Oops, sorry, sir! Tingle's in a hurry,
yes he is!"
Jason shook his head. "What a
freak."
--
Sorry it's so crappy; it's the morning. Not
that it's an excuse-- I'd probaby write this bad even if it was in
the evening. But anyhoo...
1 R-vote to Falcon. Pure genius,
man. Can't wait until you come back to write some more.
1
A-vote to AirMan. It's time to vote for no-shows. Pirate, show up,
and I'll edit it out.
Tingle: 2 A-votes, 0 R-votes, 1
Special.
EDIT: Oops, forgot what form Hulk was in. Never
mind.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:37
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung fights the combined forces of Storm, Testament and Ky
Kiske...
Shang
Tsung smiled at the newcomer and Testament, and sheathed his sword.
"I need no weapons in order to defeat you."
Obviously, this
caused a bit of incredulity amongst the two warriors, but they
shrugged and proceeded on with their attack. As they approached, the
sorcerer shifted into his favored Crane stance, his mind clearing
and becoming focused. The skeleton flipped to his side, and assumed
its standard stance.
As expected, the scythe-wielder went
after Li Mei, though Shang Tsung had no idea why. That meant that
the new one went after Shang Tsung himself, but the sorcerer merely
smiled. "You are nothing but a mortal, and a over-confident one, at
that."
It was at this moment that lightning shot from the
sky. Shang Tsung had only a brief moment to acknowledge this fact
before it hit him straight on. He was knocked backwards, and it took
him a short while to recover his senses. When he did, he immediantly
wished he hadn't.
There, standing by a somewhat confused Ky,
was a brown-skinned woman with white hair, frowning at him. The
sorcerer was perplexed. "And who are you?"
"I am
Storm."
Shang Tsung sighed. "You really should take lessons
from Raiden. His lightning was much, much stronger than yours." He
coughed slightly, masking his disgust at this new turn of events.
"In any rate, it is not very honorable of you to engage in a three
on two struggle. But, if you wish to contest me, then go
ahead."
The woman needed no encouragement. She caused a gust
of wind to blow against Shang Tsung, but the sorcerer used it as a
springboard, to land gracefully on the roof of a fine china shop.
Numerous sounds of breaking porcelaine resulted from the galing
winds.
In response, Shang Tsung fired an orb of flame at the
woman, but the winds extinguished it almost immediantly. Strangely
enough, her eyes seemed to be glazing over. Ky, meanwhile, was
merely standing next to her, debating on whether to follow Shang
Tsung up the shop, or just let the winds knock him down.
But
the sorcerer had a different idea. Instead of firing a normal
fireball, he launched a soul at the witch. The green glow went
through the winds like a hot knife through warm butter, it not being
constrained to that plane.
The soul hit her square-on,
sending her flying backwards. Ky instantly took her place, jumping
up the side of the shop. Shang Tsung smiled. He can't make it up
this shop, it is far too high.
"Vapor Thrust!" Instantly,
Ky flew over the side of the roof, and landed a few feet away from
Shang Tsung. The sorcerer snarled. "Alone, you are no match for me.
I have the power of ten thousand souls!"
"We shall
see."
Meanwhile, the skeleton warrior of Li Mei was faring
fairly well against Testament. The halberd and the scythe
intersected each other again and again, each barely managing to
parry the other. However, when they intersected one more time, the
warrior dropped down into a footsweep. Just in time, Testament
skipped over the foot, and slashed down with his scythe again. Li
Mei managed to roll to the side, escaping only because of its lack
of skin and flesh.
In response, the black-clad warrior swung
again with his scythe, this time with the blood wave behind it. This
time, the warrior had an idea of what to do. It grabbed the scythe
as it went past it, and flung Testament to the side. With the
temprorary reprieve, Li Mei went over to nearest shop, and picked up
a fairly hefty-looking crate. With mechanical precision, it flung
the crate at Testament, who barely managed to slice it in half.
Another followed, and it too was sliced in half. The next one that
was flung, however, was filled with a powder. As it was sliced open,
the powder completely covered Testament. This, of course, included
his eyes, and Li Mei took the advantage of his momentary distraction
to go after Storm.
Shang Tsung, at the same time, was drawing
even with Ky. The swordsman slid across the floor, using his famed
'Stun Dipper.' However, Shang Tsung managed to jump over it, and as
he turned around, he fired a soul at Ky. The blond absorbed the blow
well, and he pointed his sword at Shang Tsung.
A bolt of
electricity shot from it, and Shang Tsung barely managed to dodge to
the side of it. However, when he looked up again, Ky was jumping
right towards him. "Greed Sever!" Shang Tsung once again tried to
dodge, but Ky was ready for this. His blade shifted, ever so
slightly, in the way Shang Tsung was dodging. It hit, and blood
started to seep out of the new gash in Shang Tsung's arm.
Ky
slashed again, but this time, Shang Tsung's hand reached out with
the speed of a striking serpent. It caught the swordarm, and while
he held Ky helpless, he began his favored combo. Three swift kicks
to the chin, three hard punches to the face, and a spin kick to
finish it off.
Ky was quickly back on his feet, and he
smirked. When Shang Tsung tried to lash out with a roundhouse spin
kick, the swordsman backflipped. It caught the sorcerer on the chin,
and sent him flying into the air. Ky quickly followed him, and when
he caught up, he slashed again. "Kiriharai!"
The powerful
slash sent Shang Tsung flying through the air, and he went straight
through the shattered door of the glass shop.
All sound on
the battlefield ceased.
Li Mei glared at Storm for a moment,
then dashed off into the store. Ky and Storm looked at each other,
shrugged, and ventured in... ---
When they came into the
store, it was a complete mess. Shattered glass was everywhere, the
shopkeeper was hiding behind the counter, his arm bleeding from
glass cuts. A large hole had been blown out of the sand wall, and
there was no sign of Shang Tsung, nor of Li Mei.
Ky walked up
to the storekeeper. "What happened to you?"
He stammered and
stuttered in abject terror. "M-m-man with
s-s-s-s..."
"Skeleton?"
"Y-yeah, s-s-... that
thing! T-they blew a h-h-hole in my s-s-store, a-a-and
t-t-that guy took s-s-something from me... I f-feel
weak..."
Ky and Storm looked at each other, then moved on.
They didn't see the storekeeper slump against the wall.
"He
has to be around here somewhere. They couldn't move very quickly at
all, not with the damage we did to them."
Storm nodded in
agreement. "I could find him soon from the air."
The
now-familiar polished, cultured Oriental voice whispered, "You could
find him sooner here."
Ky and Storm both whipped around. As
they did so, Shang Tsung impaled the woman with his straight sword.
Instantly, it began draining energy from her soul, albeit
slowly.
Storm looked shocked. "H-how?" She glanced over to
the storekeeper. Yes, he was dead. Those cuts would have drained him
of blood very quickly indeed. Her gaze returned to the sorcerer, who
laughed.
"I went around this building, to go from behind. You
heroes are always so predicatable, never thinking of when the
serpent's lair will open wide enough for him to strike again. And,
my venom is much, much more deadly than any viper. You have to beat
me to remove that sword from him, but he will grow weaker while he
fights. So, what shall you do?"
Ky stood up to his full
height, having given up trying to pull out the sword from her
abdomen. He grimaced. "Two questions. One, why can't I remove this
sword?"
Shang Tsung smiled. "It's attached to her soul
itself. A spell that I mastered earlier, to make a weapon worthy of
me. You have to give away part of her soul to free her from it. A
technique worthy of me, no?"
Ky slowly shook his head, his
anger rising. "Second, where is that skeleton?"
The sorcerer
pointed. "You mean her?" As the team turned around, the silhouette
of Li Mei appeared in the hole in the wall. He laughed again. "Test
your might, mortals!" With this, he leaped to the
attack. -----
1 A-vote to Ky 1 A-vote to
Storm
(Thank goodness it's the round that doesn't count,
eh?)
Scattered fire to Ky and Testament.
R-votes to Ky
and Testament
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:50
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
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quote:
(Thank goodness it's the round that doesn't count, eh?)
Huh? Come again?
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:06
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s p i r i t e d . . .
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The
pain was unbearable. It felt hot, searing, burning away at her
insides, draining away her very lifeforce, her soul. The pain was so
immense, Stomr could not move. To even breath caused infinite pain.
Storm breathed heavily and eractically, sweat running down her face,
her hands clutched on the sword handle. She closed her eyes over,
and regulated her breathing. She took long, deep breaths, no matter
how much they hurt, letting out the odd groan or gasp in pain. She
opened her eyes and they were glowing a powerful white. A glowing
fury that could never be extinguished. The winds inside the shop
began to whip around Shang-Tsungs feet, shards of broken pottery
were caught in the swirls and pulled along for the ride. The winds
got stronger, and stronger, as the look on Storms face grew even
more ferocious.
"You may have shut down my body Sorceror! But
all I need, is my mind!"
And with that, a barrage of
lightning bolts came showering down from the skies, twisting and
bending, and struck the skeleton of Li Mei. One lightning bolt after
another, until the skeleton was blasted backwards and pinned against
the wall by the blast.
Piexces of shattered bone fell at
Shang-Tsung's feet.. He looked back at Storm, he was amazed at her
power, but did not show it. Instead, he snarled at
her.
"Those were some powerfl tricks, weather witch! But I am
guessing that was the last of your power." Smiled
Shang-Tsung.
"That's were you're wrong." Storm smiled
back.
A rain storm came hailing down outside the shop,
crashing down on the street, the rain in it self, destroying some of
the surrounding property.
"Ky, get down!" Commanded Storm. Ky
jumped down beside her, just before a gale force wind began to
powerfully blow the rain inside the shop. The rain was being blew at
such a force that it could tear through a persons flesh easily. It
would feel as though a person was being riddled with bullets from a
gun, but wouldn't be a fatal, meaning more pain for the target. And
the target was Shang-Tsung.
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1
A-Vote on Shang-Tsung.
quote:
Originally posted by Bugenhagen Huh? Come again?
This round is a practise round of sorts. To
test whether or not the new system works or not. And if not,
DarkBlade77 can tweak it before the next 'actua' round.
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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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:47
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Basic Lurker
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Uh,
eyesaw? Sorry to say this, but the rules state no killing off other
characters, or their fluffy sidekicks. Blasting Li Mei's corpse into
pieces is almost an obvious kill, and thus, a violation. Just change
your post a bit to fix this up.
and now, a little Vote dump
before I head out for a bit.
1 A-Vote to
K'(Daisuke7777)! 1 A-Vote to Allen Snyder(colguile)! 1 A-Vote
to Max(Larrok)! 1 R-Vote to Tingle(Bugenhagen)! 1 R-Vote to
Captain Falcon(Just Some Guy)!
I'll leave two votes open
incase I come back in time. If not, no real loss.
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The Night Beckons...
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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In this entry....
-Mal'Ganis
takes in his new surroundings. He does stuff. -No corporeal form?
No problem! ...unless you're an unfortunate apprentice
mage.
There is a Shakespeare reference in this one. Once
more, get it and get an R-vote.
---
Falling,
falling... travel through a portal was always disconcerting. In
reality he was in the flux-state for perhaps five seconds; but in
the distorted nature of tempora magica, his mind suffered
through five hours as the gateway carried him to its
destination.
And the entire time his mind was busy with
thoughts of plot, counterplot, revenge, memory... so much had
happened in such a short amount of time.
Things were only
bound to get worse. That's how it went with demons. People who say
there's no justice in the world have never tried being unilaterally
evil.
---
...save this world? No. I don't believe
so. Ah, but the other detail... 'potential to become a god,' the
mortal says. And that is interesting.
Mal'Ganis
adjusted to his semicorporeal form easily enough; it was quite
similar to the quasi-existence Legion demons had in the Twisting
Nether.
And if this weakened form is indeed the same here
as it is there... 'spiritual,' as they said... why,
then....
The Nathrezim left, heading out into the city.
He at first sought for an Arcane Tower, but saw only the An'ven
"mage hall"-- Daisetsu had remarked, somewhat wryly; that it
mightn't be wise to visit there now; and Mal'Ganis was inclined to
agree. Not so much out of fear as out of the intense realization
that 100% of his encounters with spellcasting mortals had ended
badly. And he was then in no condition to deal with
that.
However....
The "city" was primitive
enough; far more fragile than the stone and mortar of human and
dwarven architecture on the world of Azeroth; but it was sufficient.
He found the altar quickly, as it stood out; and using his
mind-reading abilities made his way to the apothecary, and began
searching for ingredients.
Hm... poisoned entrails, toe of
frog, eye of newt, adder's tongue and owlet's wing... no, that's a
toad's toe. Blast. Well, it was surprising enough they had as much
as they did....
The chemist, a cheerful young human
likely in his late 20's, smiled. "Is that all... um,
'Sir?'"
Mal'Ganis nodded. "Your ingredients are mediocre, but
I think they'll do. Have you any alchemy kits?"
He nodded. "A
few, yes. Ah... here." The chemist placed a heavy wooden case on the
countertop in front of Mal'Ganis. "...very well. Your total comes to
213 gold." He blanched as he noticed Mal'Ganis's frown; but
shrugged. "Dragon's hearts aren't exactly easy to come
by."
"No," the Nathrezim replied, "...I'd imagine not." He
waved his hand and smiled as the chemist sank back into his chair
behind the counter, sound asleep. "What's the mortal reply... ah. 'A
pleasure doing business with you.'"
He returned to the altar;
so far hardly anyone else was around, and if anyone was curious as
to why he was brewing a potion outside, no one thought to
interrogate the demon about it. It took nearly half an hour; but
eventually the Potion of Invisibility was ready. He sniffed it--
careful to waft the fumes up with his hand, of course-- and,
satisfied, returned to the Mage Hall, ignoring the burgeoning fights
already starting to break out.
---
Mal'Ganis bowed
politely to a pair of soldiers in the Academy's main hall. "Please
give my regards to Lady Jun."
The older, darker-skinned
mortal nodded. "Of course."
Believing that to be sufficient
distraction, Mal'Ganis turned right and walked into the entryway of
the magicians' complex, and again bowed politely to a young woman
just past the door; her robes, slightly frayed and stained with
alchemical concoctions and potions; not to mention easily-noticeable
split ends in her frizzy blonde hair; marking her as an apprentice,
and likely a poor one.
"I apologize for disturbing you, Miss,
but I would like to meet some of the magi here." Noticing her blank
expression, Mal'Ganis decided to risk taking advantage of her
presumed incompetence. "...perhaps a room or chamber with a small
number, say; three or four?"
She blinked. "Well... I suppose.
You're with the group that Kalten and the others brought in, right?
So I guess it's OK. Um... one of the First Mages is supervising two
of his apprentices in that--" she pointed out a fairly large
laboratory down the hall, third door on the right, "--room.
OK?"
The Dreadlord smiled. "Thank you." He walked to the lab
and, finding the door ajar; opened it and stepped in.
It
seemed a normal enough magical training room; quite a few tables,
some chairs, alchemy equipment; racks upon racks of scrolls and
books... and the woman was right; there stood an older mage that
nearly radiated with magic, and a pair of far-weaker magi, one girl
and boy; both in the mid-teens.
The older mage turned,
grimacing. "Would you not? I'm rather busy--"
His eyes
widened as, without a word, Mal'Ganis closed the door behind him
and, at the same time, cast a Sleep spell over the female
apprentice. The First Mage rapidly began casting a shield spell to
protect himself; Mal'Ganis sneered and projected a Carrion
Swarm, which relentlessly ripped apart the other student, who
died screaming; and wounded, though barely; the shielded
mage.
He struck at Mal'Ganis with a staff that appeared
suddenly in his hands, flame erupting from the tip as he swung. The
Dreadlord jumped straight up, flipping while he rose so that his
hooves struck the ceiling; then twisted again to kick at the mage;
letting gravity greatly boost his attack.
The First Mage
raised an eyebrow as the hoof hit his face without inflicting any
damage at all. "You will be punished for abusing our
hospit--"
His words slowly died on his tongue as Mal'Ganis's
eyes locked with his. The shield, which he rose to block against
magic; had no effect on the Dreadlord's psychic powers. The mage
groaned, falling to his knees; in mental agony.
"Why...
you...."
Mal'Ganis snapped his fingers, and the mage fell,
paralyzed. "...I cannot directly interact with you, nor can I injure
beyond repair my fellow candidates for godhood. But, mage... no one
said that I couldn't kill you... as long as I didn't touch
you."
The three magi-- one dead, one asleep, and one
stunned-- were unable to resist Mal'Ganis's Dark Conversion.
The Dreadlord, chanting quietly, raised his hands as the light in
the room began to dim as darkness took it over. Jagged columns of
pure negative energy erupted from the trio as Mal'Ganis completed
his spell, and a group of skeletal magi were all that remained when
he lowered his hands. Their souls he consumed instantly; learning in
a flash all he needed of San'tar, or at least as it concerned the
magocracy.
He knew that the other magi, once they were
prepared; would doubtlessly be able to stop him in his weakened
state. Mal'Ganis created a magical beacon in that room to draw their
attention to the new, deadly undead creations, then ordered the
skeletons to resist for as long as they could.
Laughing
inwardly, Mal'Ganis drank his potion and, unseen, began walking back
to the city.
"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 , 10:42
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time - Zelda's
Lullaby
So, her name is Storm. His
name is Shang Tsung. And his name is Ky Kiske. ... What a mess. I
oughta rush right in and own those bitches for
free.
Why? We're not involved.
I know, I know, but I just gotta UNLEASH! You know
what I'm talkin' about!
Banner's
right kid. That shit isn't our business and we don't have a damn
dime to gain!
AGH, you fruits! I
... I'm gonna go write some poetry.
Storm tossed
miniature tornado after miniature tornado, while another fighter
watched out of sheer boredom.
"They've been going at it for
a while now, haven't they Skye?" Ryudo asked his companion, who
happened to be a large bird.
"Yes. It went from interesting
to boring in a matter of minutes," replied Skye.
"Dammit.
This is God's fault again, AS USUAL." Ryudo spat on the ground;
spitting became somewhat commonplace in this arid region. Curious as
to whether or not he heard Skye speak, Bruce Banner struck up
a conversation with them.
"Hi...excuse me, but, did this bird
just...um, talk?"
"You probably come from somewhere where it
isn't common place to hear a bird talk, didn't you? ... That fight
over there isn't going anywhere. It's depressing to look at
it."
"I was thinking the same thing." Bruce
said.
Bah, what does THIS guy know?!
Fights are fun. ... Damn, I oughta write a poem with that title:
"Fights Are Fun."
Hulk cannot read
cursive handwriting.
Who said
you can read my poem, you dickless wonder?!
You call Hulk dickless?! Scrawny man has no right to
call Hulk dickless!
Will you guys knock it
off?
"Heh. So what do you think about this 'hero' gig?"
Ryudo asked Bruce; Ryudo had an opinion or two about
chivalry.
"You mean what we're doing here? ... I'm not sure."
Bruce was very appreciative of this hero 'gig' he had been given,
actually; he was safe out of the reach of the Secret Conspiracy and
NESTS.
"I think it's a joke. Unless, we're getting paid of
course."
I like the way this guy
thinks.
You would, wouldn't you Gray?
"It'd
be great if we can so easily justify selflessness in a cynical age,
just like that...wouldn't it?" Bruce asked Ryudo; Ryudo decided to
juke the question.
"...the name's Ryudo. Yours?"
Kyo Kusanagi!
Joe Fixit.
HULK!
"Bruce."
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"Thirsty? You look way too young for this, but I'd wager
you might need it just as much as I do...."
The voice from
behind the boy frightened him a little. "The sound quality's greatly
improved as well." Kite reached forward to increase the
volume.
...Where's my
console?
The woman asked again. "Hello? Anybody
home?" Kite ignored her. "I'm offering the kid a drink, and he
starts playing charades..."
Kite began to move his arms in
front and to the side of him in search. Usually, his computer was
directly in front of him as he played. Right now, it wasn't. Getting
desperate in his attempt, he turned around completely and waved his
arms straight out. They landed on something, but it wasn't his
console. Kite gulped and peeked upward at the woman's face. The
woman's eyes...all three of them looked like they were trying to
burn a hole into his skull. Kite removed his hands from her breasts
and began to search his brain for an apology.
"I
uh...well...that is..."
*POW*
The woman had an amazing
right hook that sent Kite flying into a wall. The boy coughed and
didn't move. "That hurt...It's not supposed to hurt..." He stood up
and bowed to the woman in apology.
Before he could speak,
the woman gently plopped her bottle on his head. "Looks like you're
as lost as the rest of us." She sighed, then continued. "Fine, I'll
tell you what I know since you obviously didn't pay attention from
the start..."
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1 R vote to Opera for
helping Kite a bit through puberty. 
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:07
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Thrice
again to make up nine, And so I say, that R-vote's mine.
Macbeth, Wayne. 
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:11
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For
the record. I'm not sure how much I'll be around today. I have a lot
of family stuff to do because of Easter. ^^
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:25
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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Hey,
you mean that we can't actually get voted off this
round?
COOL!
--
Tingle caught the updraft and
floated up towards the sky.
"Tingle, tingle, kooloo, limpah,"
he sang to himself as he made quick sketches of the city. "Become...
a MAP!"
The map didn't change.
"BEAUTIFUL!" he
exclaimed. "A work of art! I have once again outdone myself! Tingle,
you genius! I could probably sell this for fifty Rupees, given the
right buyer." Tingle eyed the crowd below him. "And there he goes
now." Letting a little air out of his balloon, Tingle floated down
to the crowd's level. Or, to be a little more precise, a bit
above the crowd. You see, his prospect coustomer was a bit
taller than the rest.
"HOY! You, good sir! Am I correct in
assuming that you are one of the Fairy folk?"
Mal'Ganis
looked surprised at first that a creature such as Tingle would
address him so plainly. His eyes glowed darkly as he noted Tingle
bobbing comicaly in the air.
"I asked if you were one of the
Fairy folk, sir! Because your appearance does not look like that of
a human. I was wondering if you were a very ugly fairy, or perhaps a
Moblin."
Mal'Ganis lifted his arm and punctured Tingle's
balloon with a single claw. Tingle fell, but the demon deftly caught
him between his thumb and index finger. He contemplated eating him,
but decided that it may disagree with him later.
"I am
Mal'Ganis," he said, rather coldly. "I am a demon. Get out of my
way. I am busy, and have no time for clowns such as you." With a
smooth motion, he slapped Tingle aside, who smacked into the side of
a building and ricocheted onto the floor. Mal'Ganis began on his way
again, but before long, he noticed Tingle walking along side
him.
"Mal'Ganis? That's a rather odd name. How about I call
you Mal? That works. And what's a Dee-Man? Are they all as prickly
as you are?"
Mal'Ganis-- or Mal, as he now was to Tingle--
bared his fangs. "You are beginning to annoy me, pest. Get out of my
sight."
"My, those are some nice teeth. I bet you spend hours
simply brushing them in the morning."
Mal really didn't know
what to say to this remark.
Tingle inflated his balloon again
and floated lazily behind his new demon buddy. Mal'Ganis resumed his
route, but Tingle wouldn't leave Mal's side.
"If you don't
leave right now, pest, I'll devour your body and soul. Would you
like that?"
"But sir, you wouldn't hurt Tingle! Especially
not when Tingle's got some goods for you!"
Mal'Ganis paused.
"Goods? You mean, you're a merchant?" He was a bit curious. "Well,
then, proceed. What do you have to sell?"
Tingle landed on
the ground and spun around. "Why, I have... the world's FINEST MAP
of... WHEREVER WE ARE!" Tingle held aloft his scribbled piece of
paper.
Mal'Ganis picked it up between his fingers and
studied it for a second. He then threw it aside. "What is this, a
joke?"
"Not a joke, sir! It's a 100% satisfaction-guaranteed
Tingle Map! Only fifty rupees, seventy-five Canadian. Oh, but I've
got Chu Jelly all over it. Excuse me, sir, let me wipe it
off..."
Mal'Ganis looked at the sticky red goo on the map.
"Chu Jelly?" he asked with interest.
"Oh, yes, Chu Jelly.
Very useful in medicines and other such magical stuff. Of course, I
don't use it because I've got fairy power!" Tingle wiggled
his ears mysteriously.
"I'll take it," said
Mal'Ganis.
"The map?"
"No; the jelly."
Tingle
shrugged. "Suit yourself. That would normally be five Rupees, but
I'll give it to you for free, Mal-dude. And here, have a Picto Box.
It's on the house."
Mal'Ganis picked up his merchandise.
"Erm... thank you," he said.
"Pleasure to be of service,"
replied Tingle, cheerfully. Mal'Ganis began on his way
again.
He paused, looking back.
"He's following
me..."
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Using the Special Ability
Endure.
Mal'Ganis now has Red
Chu Jelly and a Picto Box. I'd
give you an R-vote, Wayne, but I'm all out. Sorry.
Tingle: 2
A-votes, 0 R-votes, 0 Specials.
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Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:35
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
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About King's Usage
For
people who included King in their segments:
Not that I have a
problem with your segments, as they're all quite interesting, but I
must say that it is a bit of annoying because for people to ignore
the number one rule I have set up with King, so I'll reiterate
it:
NO ONE KNOWS THAT KING IS A
WOMAN!
While this is mostly true, let me
include a list of people who DO know:
- Rydia
- K'
- Bruce Banner (from his newly achieved Kyo personality)
- Samus
And possibly Amythest knows, being
the master mage that he is, but that is DEFINITELY it for
now.
So, please just adhere to this.
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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