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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 09:37
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Survivor X -
Final Round
Behind
the gateway lay layer upon later of steel, intermeshed in a strange
pathway that led to a field of glowing light in the distance.
Daisetsu walked down the corridor silently, shadowed by Jun, Dorrin,
Kalten, and the others. The procession was swift, but Daisetsu spoke
as they walked.
"...About now, the six of you that have been
able to handle the energy link should be as powerful as the four of
us. I stepped up the speed during the battle with the Five, and
their defeat only pushed you up exponentially." His eyes glowed in
the light.
"If you were wondering why the four of us combined
forces in the first place, we all have our personal reasons. But the
major factor is that our Auras are the four guardian spirits of the
Four Nations. Suzaku, the Red Phoenix. Seiryu, the Blue Dragon.
Genbu, the Green Dragon. Byakko, the White Tiger. Likely these four
spirits exist in different times and ages as well, because the four
are actually gods themselves."
He continued. "The four of us
are their avatars--unlike most An'ven, a piece of these legendary
beings' power was imparted upon our souls at birth, creating a
direct link between them and us. Manifesting their true power was an
impossibility, but as we got stronger, we were able to bring out
stronger and stronger incarnations of the same Aura. I was the first
to actually summon Suzaku in full visible form, one year ago when I
fought Kashell."
He looked towards the gate again. "Your link
with us has raised our compatibility with our guardian spirits
considerably, and we will be able to bring out their true forms out
soon. However, instead of perishing from inability to handle the
power, we would become it, fusing with the powers that cursed us at
birth. We will likely vanish from this world with the awakening,
after expending our powers here. However, there's no indication of
what exactly will happen."
Kalten grinned recklessly.
"Whatever happens, I can't wait to roast that damned fake priest
with Seiryu... He's got a lot to answer for."
Then a certain
demon realized the reason why he had been refused a certain ninja's
soul earlier--she wanted to hold on to it for as long as she
could.
Daisetsu continued. "This battle is the end of it. The
fate of us and our race will be decided here and now. Taking you
from different dimensions and worlds to fight for us was hardly
decent, but you're here, and you're much stronger for it. It's my
selfishness that brought you here... and when this is over, Suzaku's
arrogance will carry you back after we merge. Of course, this won't
happen if we should fail, but to be honest, this way you're actually
saving yourselves. There isn't anything stopping the Archbishop from
extending his grasp to other worlds once he controls
divinity."
The light came close, and Daisetsu's eyes chilled
over, settling into a force several times more ruthless than his
casual manner. "I doubt the majority of you will like how he plans
to achieve this. Just be ready..."
They passed through the
gateway of light, and their new surroundings came into view. The
reaction was one of disbelief for a moment, then of horror for
most.
"My god..."
"So many...."
"What the hell
is this?"
The chamber was a sphere. Around it, thousands upon
thousands of small orbs of light swirled in constant motion... but
if one looked a particular orb of light directly, he or she would
see a person, his ethereal body drifting among all the others. The
symbol of one's soul.
Unfathomable amounts of human and
An'ven spirits resided here, caught eternally in the
loop.
Daisetsu looked away, muttering a curse under his
breath before speaking. "This is the Collection."
"And how do
you like it?"
The voice rasped out from across the spherical
chamber, several feet above them. The man was enshrouded in several
layers of white robing, so that none of his physical features could
be seen. By his side was a beautiful young woman, with the same dark
brown hair and eyes as Daisetsu himself, although hers were glassy
and blank. She mindlessly floated next to the Archbishop in simple
white robes herself, positioned near the center of the room.
"All these souls belong to me. The imbalance of spiritual
energy in this world is about completed... Upon which I will recieve
the ultimate power!"
The enrobed man beckoned. "Of course,
like the fairytales mandate, you're all welcome to try and stop me.
Come and fight me... Realize the futility of your
efforts!"
As if on cue, Anko raised her hands to the air and
shards of light wrapped themselves around her hands, her body
engulfing itself in flame. Within moments her flame had manifested
itself as blazing wings that sprouted from her body, the shards of
light powerful blades that merged with her arms. She very much
looked the picture of an avenging angel of lore.
Daisetsu
unsheathed the Kusanagi Sword, and his body immediately took to the
air as Suzaku's flaming persona superimposed itself on
him.
Jun let out a long breath, and a cerulean Aura engulfed
her, an enormous winged dragon bursting from her body as it settled
to link itself to her. Her eyes blazing with her Aura, Jun leapt
into the fray with kunai at the ready.
Dorrin raised his mace
up, and the pocket dimension shook a bit as the White Tiger aura
blazed out and fixed itself with his own body, the mace itself
vanishing as Dorrin's bare hands blazed with the white aura of the
Tiger. He slammed the ground, and the sheer force propelled him into
the air with the others.
Kalten gestured violently, and his
body crackled with the vivid blue electricity of his Aura as Seiryuu
burst into existence, the long, winding dragon placing itself behind
the archer as he literally blazed out towards the battle, ionizing
the air around him as he went.
Conditions, set. Time, set.
Players, set.
Let the battle for the destiny of the An'ven
begin....
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First Phase
The
Six Sponsors that the fate of this world depend on:
Dry31 -
Testament(Guilty Gear) San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's
skeleton(Mortal Kombat) Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft
III) Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics) CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown) Krizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)
Every Sponsor,
Sidekick, and Fallen has 2 P-Votes to cast this round. These votes
will determine who maintains the link of power well enough through
the first battle; then 3 will remain for the final
battle.
Phase One Bosses - The Archbishop and the
Maiden, Anko
Anko is utterly under the Archbishop's
control, and this is nearly unshakable save for nothing short of a
powerful, group telepathic effort to wake her up. Her powers stem
from 'Instants' in time where your character is vunerable to attack,
during which she will unleash steadily more powerful abilities and
techniques. She can perform up to eleven Instants, the last of which
being incredibly overbearing -- the Fallen Angel's Tear is an
attack that fiercely disrupts mind, spirit, and body to the point of
collapse.
The Archbishop himself will preside over the
battle, ensheathing himself in a powerful mental and magical
barrier. Again, combination attacks can break it, but then prepare
yourself for a nasty ride--the Archbishop is a Holy/Dark Summoner,
who can summon all manner of angelic and demonic minions to his aid
within an instant. Like Ziomer, the Archbishop knows of all manners
of destructive magic, but is also well-versed in supportive and
restorative abilities. His psychic power is without peer, and if you
leave your mind unguarded while fighting him, be prepared for the
worst--after all, a man who is controlling another being's every
breath and action while being able to cast magic and summon denizens
of dark and light all at the same time must have an
unfathomably powerful mind.
All votes are
private. Email them to kokille0@cox.net, with
'Tournament Vote' in the subject line. Be sure to state your name
with the votes.
Phase One ends at 2:00 PM CST, with
voting ending at 1:30 PM.
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 09:50
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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I have
a feeling this is going to be mass chaos and mayhem... Add "End of
the world" to that list... 
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 10:59
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto VI + Noli Me Tangere + Far-Off, Golden
Times
Were days that long, was grass so
green In seasons of youthful desire Roaming o'er seas of
aquamarine Where westering suns drown in fire? 'Cross
mountain, forest and river I'd wander, carefree and bold Never
heeding the days to come, When I'd wake up, slow and old. Oh,
how the silent summer noon Warms dusty memories, In an orchid,
midst my dreams 'Neath verdant, shadeful trees. Come visit me,
you little ones Hears stories, songs, and rhymes, A roving
warrior's saga Of far-off, golden times.
- Brian
Jacques
Daisetsu, Jun, Kalten, Dorrin. Though equal, Alma
knew their experience far surpassed her own. The Red Phoenix, the
Blue Dragon, the Green Dragon, the White Tiger- their avatars all
incredibly powerful, fitting of the Auras within them. In fusing
themselves with their spirits, they were willing to lay life and
limb upon the line, just for the sake of beating this wicked man in
white, and saving the heart he kept captive. They had the tools for
the task set before them and knew how to use them, something Alma
could only hope to do someday. Knowing the risks and preparing to
face them with rakehell grins and determined gazes, and not taking a
step back. What other could you call that than brave?
Alma
watched them lead the charge into battle, for a moment unable to
join them. Courage, valor, virtue, righteousness- whatever one could
call it, it dwelled within them. She had seen their devotion before,
on certain travels not quite so long ago. In Dorrin's eyes, the kind
nature and quiet strength of Mustadio Bunanza. In Kalten's, the
reckless and fearless power of Deruta the Idaten. In Jun's, the
deadly grace and keen skill of Charene. And in Daisetsu, the calm
but godlike wrath of Agrias Oaks, the Holy Knight. Already their
auras clashed with the Archbishop's and Anko's, the shock of the
collision enough to send Alma back a pace.
A thought occured
to her. Suzaku, are you there?
Somewhat. I am tied between you and Daisetsu, child; best
not keep me.
Don't worry about that. I want you to
stay with him.
...you are generous, but
you realize what you are allowing to happen.
I
know. Alma looked over to her side just a bit, her eyes locking
on a determined face there, cropped with white hair. But even if
you leave, I'll not be alone. Go to Daisetsu- I don't want him to
disappear. Do you hear me, Lord Suzaku? Keep them all safe- don't
let them disappear. They will earn and enjoy the victory they
bring!
You are a brave and kind soul,
Alma Beoulve. I will leave some power behind so I can return, in
case you have need of me- you will be safe, at least for the
moment.
Alma nodded. In the next moment, she felt a
vast surge of power leave her- enough for her to know Suzaku was now
fully within the bright red aura around Daisetsu, locked in battle
with the Archbishop. Alma swallowed, the magnitude of it all setting
in for the first time. She stood in a chamber of souls- the
"Collection"- facing down impossibly powerful enemies...as powerful
as Altima seemed. Her meager tools were there- her holy white
Healing Staff, her Elven Mantle, her Earth Clothes and her
gleipnir strand, all adequate and strong protection. Within
her, the knowledge of the Oracles and the Time Mages, of the Black
and White Mages, of the Chemist and the Summoner...and of the
Cleric. Her power had surged in the prior fight with Ziomer,
and now she felt her strength reaching all-time highs- the wizards
in Ramza's party couldn't hope to equal this power in five years of
training.
Now the fate of this world, resting on her
shoulders, and on the five beside her.
She recognized them-
the little princess Mint, who with her plucky attitude cheered so
many. Beside them, though, were the three darker men; Shang Tsung,
the dread sorcerer; Mal'Ganis, the great demon lord; and Testament,
the calm and deadly scythe-wielder who'd aided her so many times
before. And there, next to her, Shizumaru Hisame.
...if
only I knew what happened to him, though. She knew the face she
looked at was Shizumaru's, but he was different- far different.
Whatever had happened in those two rounds where she hadn't seen him
had changed him direly- the white hair, the golden skin, the stripes
running down that same flesh, and the wings that burst out of his
back that shivered with pain. She would have never recognized him,
had it not been for the sharp yet sad face that certainly belonged
to Shizumaru, and no other.
They were a fine team, all the
same. Testament himself was the first to come forward, a grudging
glance at Shang Tsung indicating friction among the team already.
"These two are pitiful as serpents in the gourd," he said, his eyes
burning. "Let us test their strength..."
Shang Tsung
chuckled, cracking his knuckles as he leapt forth. "I've survived
countless 'Khans'- this will be no different!"
Alma grasped
her staff, feeling a little better- confidence was at least some
fraction of victory. She looked at the warped Shizumaru, his look
pained yet eager and ready as he gripped both umbrella and nodachi,
and felt a feeling that drowned even that sense of confidence. It
was comfort.
Marquis Elmdor...you may not be here with
me, but I will fight for your sake, and for everyone's. And when I
fulfill this little promise to you, I will fulfill the greater one.
Somehow...some way.
Alma reached over and grasped his
shoulder. He looked at her as a flash of light from the battle cast
over their faces, yet the smile he found on Alma's face was far
brighter. She reached into her slightly torn shirt, and quickly
pulled out something. It was a pouch, which she tucked gently into
the flap of his shirt. Shizumaru blinked, but Alma shook her head,
keeping the smile.
"When this is over, Shizumaru...come find
me again." Alma's gaze softened, and again she squeezed his
shoulder- the skin beneath felt strange, but only Shizumaru's body
was that frail and yet that solid. "Marquis Elmdor gave that to me,
to give to you...he said it was a 'connection.' I wish to see it,
too. Find me...in your arms, you have all the right tools. Don't
doubt yourself- you are one of the finest in the world!"
Alma turned again, taking up her staff as she faced their
enemies. "Through my heart, I will protect you all! Sir Testament,
Sir Mal'Ganis, Sir Tsung, Princess Mint, Sir Shizumaru- Lords
Daisetsu, Jun, Kalten, Dorrin!"
And Elmdor, Teta, Ramza,
Ovelia- Vincent, Vice, Mature, Yuffie, all of you with me in
spirit!
"Per animam meam," Alma said, raising her
staff high, "adsumate signo tuto uto care, unos
pretiosos!"
The bubbles of MBarrier fell over her
comrades, bracing them with protective auras against magic and
blade, regenerating their flesh and binding their souls fast with
self-revival and haste. As the bright auras settled over each of
them, Alma took a defensive stance at the back, holding her staff
ready to deliver any and all magical aid.
Are you there,
Altima? Watch and learn- this is the truth that sets us
free!
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You ask me if the
six are ready, my dearest angel of death? Patience. None know it
more than you; just wait, my angel. Soon, I will let you taste of
the paradise you offer. Just wait...and my Alma, this, too, shall
pass.
Just wait.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:04
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: SSH - Ys 4 - The Dawn of Ys
"Well done Kyo and Allen!
Our bodies may be beaten, but we still aided the rush down of the
Five to penetrate the gate!" Air Man declared. "You must be very
proud of yourselves!"
"Yeah, it was like, no..." Allen moved
his right hand, from right to left, across his chest. "...problem at
all. We owned those bitches!"
"Yeah, you owned them indeed,
with your broken arm, fag."
"Kid, I oughta smack your lights
out." Allen flexed in front of Vice & Mature, who were too busy
anticipating the following fight.
"It's almost to die for,"
Vice declared.
"I might kneel over and bend my ass in
anticipation." Mature replied.
"You just might," Vice
responded, "because you're that much of a countrified
ho."
"Yes, that's right, you slut." Mature said, licking
Vice.
"Damn! I need a piece of that action!" Allen
shouted.
WHAT THE FUCK?! We
can't do a goddamn thing here! Fucking spirit
links!
You're beating yourself up. The only thing we
can do...is watch. Come on; let's go talk to the others. We should
appreciate that we can make friends instead of having to
fight.
SHUT UP! That isn't gonna help a
thing! And I'm not gonna be a vapid, faded out image projection any
more! I'M KYO KUSANAGI DAMMIT!
KID! You're the one that needs to shut the hell
up!
The Hulk had long since been released by his
bonds, but he seemed to be absent. He had, in fact, gone to a stored
away chamber of Bruce's mind; the containment cells of the forbidden
Hulks.
The Hulk lumbered down into a dark, earth-lined
labyrinth, which at its centered, guarded the Guilt Hulk; a green
behemoth which was the result of all of Bruce Banner's internal
guilt. Opting to merely crush the walls around him than crawl
through a maze, what the Hulk had suspected was true: the Guilt Hulk
was released.
Hulk knew
it.
The Guilt Hulk had all the while, during the
fight with Miriko, freed itself and found a new target to latch
onto; Kyo Kusanagi, whose great anger made him easy prey. Hiding
undetected in the roof, it edged closer to the ground when he heard
Kyo's ranting.
You know how many
people'll die?! Because we couldn't do anything?! Because I wasn't
as strong?! FUCK THAT! I'll never allow myself to be responsible for
that tragedy!
The Guilt Hulk dropped down from the
ceiling, surprising the Professor, Bruce, and Joe Fixit!
THE GUILT
HULK?!
What the hell is he doing
here?!
Silently, it ... devoured Kyo Kusanagi instantly,
who went out screaming.
YOU
BASTARD!
You two fight it! I'll have to hold on to our
body for as long as I can!
The Guilt Hulk pounded on the
Professor with his claws, and tossed him at the Gray Hulk. While
they were both stunned on the ground, the Guilt Hulk took a whiff of
the area; the Hulk was in the chamber, and the Hulk was who he
wanted. Bruce had to reluctantly watch the Guilt Hulk descend the
steps.
The Hulk stood visible, now, several miles, in between
him and the Guilt Hulk.
HULK KNEW YOU'D
TAKE KYO! BASTARD! GIVE HIM BACK!
Ugh. Was I really that weak?
KYO!
You stop that!
I'm not really Kyo Kusanagi! I'm just...nothing more than his
personality! Call me trash, call me refuse, call me an
accident! The Guilt Hulk began to sprint towards Hulk,
and Hulk followed. But don't ever call
me...Kyo!
LIES! YOU ARE KYO, DOWN TO
THE HAIR ON YOUR SKIN! The two Hulks began to run harder,
both swiftly moving their massive arms.
Kyo Kusanagi was a hero who saved the world! I'm not
Kyo Kusanagi; I'm just a test tube
experiment!
Several years ago, the NESTS cartel
took it into their hands to kidnap Kyo Kusanagi. Taking his blood,
they produced many clones of him, who not only resembled him, but
were almost perfect matches personality-wise.
HULK DOESN'T CARE! TO HULK, YOU ARE KYO
KUSANAGI!
Only a year ago, the NESTS cartel found
itself in a do-or-die position; if their leader Igniz was going to
become a god, he was going to have to do so quickly.
The two
Hulks were close enough to see their massive jaws, poised to rip
eachother limb from limb.
Kyo Kusanagi
has a rival named Iori Yagami...a student, Shingo Yabuki...another
rival, named K'...good friends named Benimaru and Goro Daimon...a
girlfriend that he loves with all of his heart, Yuki... I ask you,
Hulk, WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!
Igniz sent his agents
Angel, K9999, Kula, and Foxy to locate a man named Bruce Banner; he
had heard about Banner from rumors springing up about a man wanted,
for his blood by another rival secret
organization.
THEY'RE GHOSTS OF THE OLD
KYO... BUT HULK ASK THE NEW KYO, WHO NOW WOULD YOU HE
FOR?!
The NESTS agents found Bruce Banner running
from them in a cornfield.
He would have escaped in the nick
of time, if he did not stop to feed a stray dog his leftovers from
his lunch at a diner.
I'll die...for
the...
The Hulk grabbed the Guilt Hulk and quickly
clapped him between his hands no less than five times before the
Guilt Hulk grabbed his arms and twisted them.
AHHH!!!
The Hulk kneeled and gave the
Guilt Hulk a massive headbutt, paralyzing it enough to give Hulk
time to do a massive round house kick to his chin. The Guilt Hulk
backed up, and dashed towards Hulk once again; this time, the Guilt
Hulk spinkicked Hulk in the head in mid air, knocking Hulk hack
down.
NO! HULK! How much longer can he
keep this up?!
Ungh...where the
hell is he?! The Gray Hulk and the Professor finally got
back up after the brutal knock down at the hands of the Guilt
Hulk.
He's downstairs. With Hulk.
With Hulk?! I can almost imagine the pure chaos going
down in there...
Can the
imagination Prof, we gotta get the fuck down there
now!
Hulk...I didn't want
it to be like this! I never wanted to hurt you, Hulk! Shit...if only
I was able to fight him off!
AHHHHH!!! YOUR HELPLESSNESS...HULK IS
ANGRY!!! Infused by his anger, the Hulk bounced right
back and began to pound the Guilt Hulk with more fierce punches, and
began taking more and more damage.
How
can I take back control?!
DO
AS HULK DO! GET ANGRY! HULK SMASH!!! Hulk began to join
his gigantic fists together and pound mercilously on the Guilt Hulk,
again, and again. The Guilt Hulk let out a cry.
I can't save anyone...I don't have anyone to live
for...I am not who I was meant to be...that REALLY pisses me the fuck off!
Kyo tore his way out of the Guilt Hulk's weakened frame, ripping
right through the monster.
...thanks
Hulk. Kyo put his back against the wall and
sat.
Hulk is
welcome.
The Gray Hulk and the Professor got there
just a minute too late for the action.
...you are some slow mother
fuckers.
Hey, fuck
you. Joe Fixit took out a cigar while the Professor
cautiously put his ear to the ground.
More rumbling. ... I'm afraid we aren't out of this
one yet.
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K' -- KOF
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K' was
awestruck at what he faced before him. Through the gateway, he had
found himself in an enormous structure housing interweaved layers of
steel forming a twisted, complex path. The end of the pathway
resulted in an area of luminous light, giving off a strange and
unusual glow. The Lords and those who had survived the many,
numerous trials of Daisetsu marched forward to the origin of
illumination. Even the Fallen, such as himself, were trailing along
the corridor. K' threw down the cigarette he had been smoking onto
the steel platform and followed suit with the group. Sol had already
left, leaving him behind, as did the young girl, Rydia.
Upon
reaching the end of the walkway, the contestants found themselves in
a large room, spherical in shape. "What the hell is
this...?"
The odd glow had been emanating from orbs of
swirling light that were in constant motion. K' took a closer look
at one of the orbs and was slightly taken aback as he noticed
several souls were drifting inside.
He watched as the masses
of light were revolving around the room in an ellipitical pattern.
In the center of the whirling orbs was a man and a woman levitating
in the air. Several words were exchanged between the Lords and the
two figures looming above the ground. The atmosphere became
tense--Pressure and apphrehension amassed, building an unbearable
amount of weight upon the shoulders of each contestant. Every one of
them knew that this was it, that this was the final
and foremost battle. Then, that burden, that weight upon the each
man and woman was released; The Lords had discharged their avatars
and complete chaos ensued...
Several people were hesitant,
they stood as if they were in an ephemeral dream, wishing, hoping to
wake up. K', however, was already set on his goal. Fire and immense
heat materialized on his right hand as he stood, completely
oblivious to everything except the Archbishop. He fabricated a small
sphere of fire and kicked the flame, turning it into a projectile,
towards the malevolent man. It collided into the conjurer and left
no effect, not even a single scratch had been laid upon his body.
The sorceror scowled gazing intently at the attacker and finally
spoke, "Now.. You do not really think I'll perish that easily, do
you? I'm not as weak as those incompetent fools you had fought
previously, nor am I as imprudent." He paused. "Only those who have
the potential to be God matter to me now, for they are the largest
threat. Obviously, you are not one of them--I can tell you are a
Fallen by your low spiritual energy," he said smugly. "I might as
well keep you occupied with something else."
Seconds after
the Archbishop had spoken, a shapeless black mist formed in front of
K'. It began to take shape, turning into a being--something human.
As it gradually turned into a compact figure, it took a fighting
stance--It was almost eerily familiar. K''s eyes widened as the
black mist finally solidified. What lay before him was an exact
duplicate, an exact copy of himself.
"Let's see how you fair
against someone who knows your very thoughts, abilities, strengths,
and weaknesses. In other words, I'd love to know how well you can
fend off from your shadow-self." The Archbishop gave a sardonic
smile as he said this. -----
BAH! I got to sleep.... Sorry
for the last few paragraphs--GUess I slacked off since I was in a
rush to end this. ( Well, it really isn't finished yet... ^^;;;
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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In which Shang
Tsung and Li Mei begin to battle...
Shang
Tsung leaped towards the so-called Archbishop, surprised at his own
speed and strength. The souls... they have given me more
power...
The sorcerer spun in the air, and kicked at the
white-robed man. But the Archbishop merely raised his hand, and an
invisible barrier interposed itself between the two
mages.
Shang Tsung was knocked back, but quickly attacked
again, firing a soul at his foe. As was to be expected, the
religious man blocked the attack, but the green blur was enough for
Shang Tsung to leap over the man, and he spun in mid-air, landing
lightly on his feet. Another blast of magic, and another shield.
Shang Tsung was starting to get stymmied. His opponent
seemed to be able to block all of his attacks, and unlike some of
the other participants, Shang Tsung didn't have another form to draw
power from.
Suddenly, he laughed. "Such a simple puzzle.
Prepare yourself, bishop!" The sorcerer raised his hand, and some of
the souls around him began to swirl and collect into one orb. Shang
Tsung smiled at the bishop's face, and he pointed at the
man.
"On my world, I would never have been able to do this.
I've always wanted to, mind." With this, the sorcerer flung the
entire orb of souls at the Archbishop, who desperately starting
casting a counter-spell.
Just as the Orb was about to hit,
it began streaming along both sides, much like water flows around a
protruding rock. In the middle of this peace was the Archbishop,
who's face, as always was inscrutable. As Shang Tsung's spell ended,
the man raised his right hand, and fired a bolt of force at Shang
Tsung.
Because the room was based on a circular design, there
really wasn't a "wall" to break through, as there were no flat
surfaces for Shang Tsung to impact. So, instead, he merely smacked
against the wall, and slid to the floor.
Shang Tsung flipped
back to his feet, and noticed that most of the others were staying
back, either because they were still contemplating, or because they
were afraid. But, the sorcerer didn't care.
The less that
they interfere with my battle, the greater an opportunity for
souls... Especially with Mal'Ganis and Testament
here.
Then Shang Tsung snapped his fingers. "Why am I
fighting you again, Archbishop?"
The veiled man in white
laughed shortly. "Because I am going to bring about the endtimes,
and you wish to avoid the cleansing. At least, I believe that is the
standard answer given to your question."
The sorcerer nodded.
"Indeed. But why am I fighting you?"
He clapped his
hands. "Li Mei, go ahead and destroy him."
The skeleton
offered a short bow, then jumped into the air, kicking on the way
down. About one foot from the Archbishop's face, its foot locked on
the same barrier as before.
Landing on the ground, the undead
swung its halberd around, with the same result as its jumpkick.
Backflipping, the undead launched its Sparkler, the ball of
electricity also being divided and dissipated.
Shang Tsung
gathered a soul in his hand. However, instead of flinging it at the
Archbishop, he fed it into Li Mei's body. Instantly she strengthened
and quickened, and she could feel the new power course through her.
After a brief moment, she charged in again, kicking and swinging her
halberd. But, after the brief flurry, not even a scratch was
achieved.
The Archbishop shortly laughed. "The undead are no
match against the power of the divine. Michael, warrior of the
heavens, obliterate this abomination!"
Instantly, the room
seemed to be filled with a white light, and a seemingly-angelic
figure appeared from the sky, golden sword in hand. It slashed
downwards...
...and Li Mei's halberd was severed. She looked
at it, then at the Archbishop, and she assumed her Baji Quan style,
and dashed forward again.
She punched, and the barrier seemed
to give a little bit. A very little bit. Then the Archbishop
pushed back, and Li Mei was sent flying. The skeleton got back up on
its feet.
Shang Tsung gathered another soul in his hand. "Li
Mei, destroy him!" He then flung the soul at her, and she was
boosted yet again. But, whether it would be enough would soon be
seen... ---
[OOC]And with that, I am done for the night.
Keep in mind that I will have church tomorrow, which will
likely cut into any writing time that I may have.
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Aagh.
My body just feels like total shit right now. --; (and I thought
doctors were supposed to help treat you!) I'll be here tomorrow
morning to post, when I can manage to concentrate without feeling
like this. Yeesh. @_@;;
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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As
Testament beheld the sights of this place, of this terrible
"Collection", and of the white robed figures floating so serenely in
the midst of this great desecration, his expression became more and
more enraged.
So...this is the Archbishop. Sickening...his
greed shines from within him, casting its vile touch on all things
around him; not even the souls of the dead are safe! This filth
seeks to become god and twist all things to his mad
whims!
Testament started, ever so slowly, to walk towards
the Archbishop.
"An evil such as this I cannot allow to
continue. Sometimes humanity sickens me...willing to sacrifice each
other by the thousands, drenching themselves in blood as a means to
claw their way to their pitiful self-serving ends...but even
humanity is not completely evil. But this...for attrocities such as
this, there can be NO MERCY!! The blade of my scythe shall carve
your flesh from your bones and send your black soul screaming into
the deepest pits of HELL!"
And then the Gear manifested his
scythe and attacked. He leapt at the Archbishop, the blade of his
scythe transformed momentarily into a great bloody claw as he swung
with all of his might...only to strike a wall of invisible light,
mere feet from the Archbishop's body. For a moment, the wall seemed
to bend ever so slightly, only to snap back, hurling
Testament's attack away. The Archbishop laughs.
"Fool...did
you think I would be so easily overcome? My barrier is proof against
such feeble attacks. Now, begone...Shining Ray!"
From the
Archbishop's hand, a massive blast of light erupts, going through
the barrier with no resistance and blasting the Gear back to the
ground. He swiftly rises again, though, and launches himself at the
Archbishop's force field once more...
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The Night Beckons...
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In this entry....
-Due to yet
again being unable to wax philosophical with another sponsor, I have
turned to interior monologue. Those yearning for action should
probably skip the first half. -Only on Pay-Per-View... or here,
heh... Mal'Ganis vs. Jun. Will true love conquer all? -Not bloody
likely. -Important: Do not "P-vote" me. Just
getting to the semis is reward enough. But I didn't join to win; and
I know the other participants left still do. So, please; give the
nod to someone who would appreciate it. I've had my time, and
despite definitely not deserving to get this far, I do appreciate
the support I've gotten. Thanks.
---
Mal'Ganis watched
with carefully measured apathy as the "Lords"-- Kalten, amusingly,
once more among them-- and his fellow pawns waded into battle. His
dark eyes darted around the massive chamber, pushing mentally here
and there; recoiling, with some surprise, at the amount of raw
magical power the old man and "Anko" were radiating. He had
personally only met a few beings with that sort of strength... and
most had been quasi-deities themselves, such as Sargeras, and the
Dragon-King Bahamut.
He watched "himself" join the combat at
Jun's side, smiling at her, and she in turn; as together they struck
at the Archbishop, Mal'Ganis feinting to the right and Jun circling
around the left, working in tandem as the demon distracted his enemy
with a Carrion Swarm, allowing Jun to focus Genbu's energy on
the mage's barrier, weakening it. Shang Tsung, smirking as always,
was hanging back, absorbing the soul-energy nearest him and
comfortably watching his skeletal companion fight.
Mal'Ganis
shook his head and walked silently back out through the last pair of
massive doors Daisetsu had flung open, Portaling up another couple
of floors to a better vantage point. He circled around the outside
wall of the enormous room, mentally "pinging" Anko to ensure he was
going the right way. After several tedious minutes he arrived at
what he assumed was the wall exactly behind the dais the Archbishop
was standing on, and tested it with his hand.
He slashed once
with his claws, driving a deep gash through an outer layer of wood,
then screeching loudly into a second sheet of metal. Mal'Ganis then
sliced through it with a second swing, this one across the first
one; and kicked open the weakened length of wall. Unsurprisingly no
one had noticed save perhaps the mysterious pair, and they were far
too busy to notice him.
He rested on a ledge, taking the
first moment to relax since he left that pub in the city. He was
tired now, and wounded; and after mentally reinforcing the illusory
Mal'Ganis that was still fighting, leaned back against the shredded
wall, seeking only to rest his eyes....
---
"Almost
hard to believe you're a demon, you know that? You seem like a nice
enough evil spirit, Mal'Ganis." The older human chuckled.
The
Dreadlord, eight thousand years younger than he was now; smiled. "My
superiors will be terribly disappointed to hear your world is
too well-protected for an invasion."
Kent, the Knight,
laughed. "Send them my regards. ...so you're leaving again? Mat
tells me that the Time Loop is supposed to cycle again in about
three years... then, if we win, won't happen for another two
thousand. Not like you'll be around for that, eh?"
"On the
contrary, barring the unforseen, I'll be looking forward to it." the
Dreadlord replied, dryly. "I'm nearly in my ninth millenia now. It
staggers the mind just how boring immortality can be."
The
human raised an eyebrow. "Really? You know that most of us would
kill to be able to live forever?"
Mal'Ganis shrugged. "They
can have it. Sure, realizing you have all eternity to chase women
and bathe in the blood of your screaming victims... it's good for
the first couple of centuries. But then...."
"I dunno, Mal.
I'd love to chase tail for all time."
It was the demon's turn
to laugh, albeit softly. "I'm sure you would. No... I feel as though
I've seen everything, and done almost as much. It's almost
maddening. Why do you suppose demons are so chaotic and
unpredictable, and so eager to cause mayhem? Even succubi get tired
of doing the same thing over and over again for countless
years."
Kent slowly nodded, taking a seat in one of the
padded wooden chairs in his study; and gestured for Mal'Ganis to do
the same. "Well, what makes you keep going, then? I mean... it's not
like you can just 'stop' being immortal, right?"
"On the
contrary, it is exactly like that. I can sign away my powers and
live and die as a mortal. Due to my... ah, 'unique' physiology, as a
Nathrezim I have a left expectancy of perhaps three hundred years
once I relinquish my powers. And then I will die."
"So why
don't you just do that?"
Mal'Ganis frowned. "Why do you ask
questions to which you already know the answers? I am used to what I
am. Three hundred years of misery, assuming I'm not 'killed,' seems
riskier than centuries of monotony."
"So you're
afraid."
That actually made the Nathrezim pause. "...in a
sense, yes." he agreed, slowly. "I have grown accustomed to striking
down the weak, opening portals, reading minds... without them I
would be so weak...."
"Mortals can still do some amazing
things," Kent chided, still smiling. "The other 'Light Warriors' and
I are all magi now, and when we used to have trouble keeping
ourselves from becoming chew-toys for Conerian wolves, we're now the
most feared bad-a---s in Kannania. Pretty good deal, if you ask
me."
"You do not know what living without meaning, but being
forced to live all the same, is about," Mal'Ganis replied gloomily.
"You can take joy in your simple pride, lust, and happiness; but in
the end they ultimately die, just as you will. What's the
point?"
"The point?" echoed the Knight, and now he was
silent. Then, "...well, I suppose the 'meaning' of mortal life... is
to enjoy it."
"Happiness again?" sneered Mal'Ganis; but the
human shook his head.
"Not just being happy. There's more to
it than that. It's... aw, I don't really know how to say it. But...
well, reading a good book when the snow's thick outside. Curling up
in bed with your beautiful Elvish wife. Playing with your kids,
watching them grow up... and your friends, too. Growing together,
learning together... fighting, dying, all for one and all
that."
"So you speak of relaxation, love, pride, and
comaraderie? These are things worth living for?"
He nodded.
"I think so. I think... I think if I died now, I'd go as a happy
man. I've seen my two daughters start to grow up. I've fought a lot
of battles, done a lot of good things."
"But you would still
be dead."
"...yeah, yes I would be. But I would've had a
happy life behind me. That's what it's about, isn't
it?"
Mal'Ganis shrugged, starting to get angry. "But you're
still dead, Sir Kent. You become dust once again. Your loved
ones are left behind. History forgets you. And unless we somehow
missed something and you do indeed enjoy an afterlife... you would
be just as happy in paradise as if you had never been successful at
all."
The Knight sighed, resting his head in his hands.
"You're asking some really good questions, Mal. I... I dunno. I
guess it comes down to this... I know I'm going to die. And my
time's going to come, sooner rather than later. But I've found
meaning in what I've done... I guess, because that's all I
know."
"I guess." replied Mal'Ganis evenly, and his voice
died away.
The two stared at each other in silence for some
time. Then, finally, Kent rose, and placed a meaty hand on the
demon's shoulder. "I can't even pretend to give you your answers.
But... we mortals aren't all bad, just tryin' to find meaning in our
short lives before we die. Just like not all demons are soul-sucking
fiends who are destined to die before my very shiny
sword."
The Nathrezim shook off his friend's hand. "Am I to
be content with this meaningless unbroken existence? You have
nothing else to tell me about living?"
The Knight stared at
him again, meeting Mal'Ganis's fierce, yet somehow empty; eyes. Then
he nodded. "Yes. I'll tell you the
secret."
"Hm?"
"...Mal'Ganis, my friend, you need a
good woman."
"...."
"No, I'm serious. You need to fall
in love. Realize what it's like to have a heart, to know someone
cares for you. Your emotions don't work like mine do, and we're
totally different guys when it comes to what's," he tapped his fiery
red hair, near his temple, "Up here. But I think once that ol' black
heart of yours starts beating for someone who might just die...
you'll learn a lot more from that alone than twenty lifetimes of
sages can teach you."
Mal'Ganis had not known then what to
say, other than scoff; and bid his old friend farewell and good
fortune against the Four Fiends of Elements while he made his
report.
"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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Continued!
---
Now, near
a decamillenia later, he finally remembered what that long-dead fool
had told him.
Jun... his voice called out, echoing
through the psychic morass around the Archbishop; and the exotic
woman's head turned.
Mal... Ganis? Where are you? I
thought you were--
Almost in reply, Mal'Ganis let his
link to his Illusory form waver, and a blast of ruby light from the
"fallen angel" burned it away, vanishing in blue smoke and
mist.
Here, in the back. About two hundred souls
richer.
Mal'Ganis!
Better me than him, would you
say?
...still, Mal'Ganis, those are--
Souls of the
long-dead. Don't you understand? Once I drain the energy within a
soul it is gone, not held in suspended torment as these are. But I
suppose that doesn't matter to you.
Mal-- ah, that hurt--
help us, please! We need your powers to try to wake up
Anko!
The Archbishop's harlot? Let her die. Her fate does not
concern me.
Mal'Ganis! She's Daisetsu's
sister!
...so?
He felt the link with Jun waver, no
doubt due to her distraction in defending herself against the
constant barrage of beams of pure holy light from the "Archbishop."
...Mal'Ganis, Daisetsu is my friend, as is Anko. I can't leave
them.
Jun.
One Instant froze in time. Jun paused,
mouth open; unable to move; as Mal'Ganis slowly flew, using his
powers to augment his wings; over to her. He made a mocking
obeisance to her, taking her helpless hand and putting it on his
armor, over where his heart would be.
Jun, do you love
me?
...Mal'Ganis, I... I can't answer that....
It is a
yes or no question, and a simple one.
...b-before... I may
have said yes. But not now. What are you, Mal'Ganis? The
oni I thought you were? Callous, heartless, willing to watch
an innocent woman die?!
Mal'Ganis's eyes seemed nearly to
ignite with a sudden fire. Fool! What did you think I
was?! I cannot change what I am. I need souls to survive, Jun. And I
need powerful ones to defeat those who can destroy me; like
Kil'Jaeden and his followers. My existence is more important than a
few dead mortals.
Mal'Ganis... and... here I was... thinking
you'd actually wanted to... change. Was it all just a lie? The
letter, your words, when we were together... all a lie?
Why?
...no, Jun. his psychic voice lowered, and the Ninja
found herself now able to act in the frozen slice of Time as well.
...no. An old friend told me that maybe 'love' would help me find
meaning in my immortality. But I now know he was wrong. Your love
couldn't help me... only make me as weak as you
are.
Mal'Ganis.... Jun thought, taking her arm, and
placing it to her breast. "You know that's not true. We mortals are
capable of doing great things, both good and evil. My own family...
ninja were once assassins, the worst dregs of life; but now look at
us--"
"Benevolence to other mortals," Mal'Ganis hissed,
"...is still meaningless. In time you will all die, and none of it
will have mattered. And Jun...."
"Yes?" she asked, and
Mal'Ganis could feel her heart beating.
"Is there one mortal
here, that you summoned; you might call 'good?'"
She seemed
taken aback at the question, but then nodded. "Yes, of course.
There's Ky Kiske, a noble--"
"Mortal, Human. Motivated by
revenge, jealousy, and anger; all the negative aspects of the human
'virtue' of honor, which he allegedly espouses. Killed several
innocents in this series of battles alone." Mal'Ganis paused in his
recitation. "What a choice." he mocked. "Next?"
The Ninja
frowned, then nodded again. "...OK... how about Shizumaru? He's been
a great fighter...." her voice trailed away as the Dreadlord shook
his head; and she sighed. "Yes?"
"Mortal, Human-Demon.
Motivated by a misplaced sense of duty and obligation. Young, rash,
taken to poor choices in judgment. And of course possessing a
malevolent spirit the sort of which rivals any Legion demon. Not
adverse to killing, and is self-deluded to the extent he fights
primarily with a nonlethal weapon. ...another fine
choice."
"...well, then... I guess there's Jason?
Chipp?"
"Former-- mortal, human. Causes widespread
destruction with various alchemical techniques. Disregard for
damaged property and life so long as the results are humorous to
him. Attempting to engage in illicit relations with a succubus.
Noted xenophile; attacked a child's fairytale figure. Latter--
mortal, human. Acts out of a mistaken sense of duty and obligation.
Incredibly annoying sidekick mentality. Idiot. Seeks to impress you,
and is in fact carefully calculating your measurements in his
mind."
Jun reddened and spun around; sure enough, Chipp was
focusing intently on her backside.
"So it would seem to me,"
Mal'Ganis sneered, starting to pace, "...that you have brought the
absolute dregs of mortal society, a batch of misfits that are only
good for fighting and breeding, and many have a distressing lack of
skill with either or both. Jun," he said, voice softening, "...I
really don't believe you picked the worst. Reality calls you, Lady
Jun... what does it say?"
She looked down. "Mal'Ganis... not
all mortals are as bad as you make us out to be. ...what about
me?" she asked suddenly, but again Mal'Ganis shook his
head.
"Mortal. Female An'ven. Warrior, killer. Credited with
enemy slain in the course of her relatively short and talented life
numbering in the hundreds. Uses speed-based powers to effectively
immobolize and destroy. Somewhat vain; possesses nearly fifteen
percent of all the cosmetics in her entire hometown.
35-26-34...."
"Mal'Ganis!" she cried; her red blush
spreading.
"In any event," he snapped, eyes narrowing, and
brightening, "...the time has come."
"For what?" she asked
nervously, not liking the sudden change in his voice.
"Draw
your knives, Lady Jun." he said flatly, extending his
claws.
The ninja's eyes widened. "What?! Mal'Ganis... I...
you know how I feel about you. And we have to deal with the
Archbishop... I can't--"
"You will fight me," the demon
stated icily, "Or you will die."
Mal'Ganis's voice was not a
threat, nor even a command. It was a statement of fact that invited
no dispute. And Jun, slowly, reluctantly; a mist clouding her eyes
for only a moment it was blinked away; drew a pair of kunai, one in
each hand.
The Nathrezim nodded and conjured his twinblade
into his hands, spinning it around, deliberately shredding the top
layer of expensive marble underneath his feet with the tip of the
left blade.
"Mal'Ganis..." Jun tried again. "Why do you want
to fight me? What will you gain?"
"It is simple. As Daisetsu
said, each of us are now nearly a match for any of you. I must see
if you are still Jun."
"Of course I'm still Jun." she
replied, somewhat stunned. "Who else would I be?"
"That is
not what I meant," replied Mal'Ganis coldly, giving his twinblade
another experimental swish. "It is a simple test. If you
defeat me, I will help you-- but only this once, and only if I can
obtain the most powerful souls to use against those who want to kill
me-- in this battle."
Her firm gaze softened. "Good. What if
you win?"
His white hands tightened on the central grip of
his weapon. "Then you will open your mind to me just once
more."
Jun cocked an eyebrow, not expecting that reply.
"OK... why?"
Mal'Ganis smiled. "You will become my thrall.
You will still be 'you...' but your body and will will become mine.
You will help me directly defeat Kil'Jaeden and his
followers."
"So what you're saying," Jun said slowly, "...is
you're calling me on my offer of my soul? I really will 'become
yours?'"
"Body and soul," the demon smirked, but there was no
humor in his voice.
The woman thought it over, then finally
nodded. "I accept. And Mal'Ganis...?"
He shifted into an
offensive stance, blade held out, preparing to take advantage of his
incredible reach advantage. "Yes?"
"Yes."
He paused.
"'Yes...' to what?"
For the last time before Jun replaced her
mask on her face, she colored, and smiled. "To your first
question."
Then her eyes narrowed in the sort of deadly focus
that she had become famous for; and Mal'Ganis gave a final, faint
smile. "Then I love you too. ...are you ready?"
She nodded.
"As ready as I will ever be. ...for Anko," she whispered, crouching,
leaning forward; preparing her legendarily-precise
attack.
"For everything." Mal'Ganis replied in turn,
preparing to meet her.
---
...
OK, well, so I'm
sure y'all saw that one coming. *chuckles* I'll do my best to finish
this in the morning, though I likely won't be able to make it... Kyo
is of course free to write it; he knows how the fight is supposed to
win (that is; Jun wins, of course; though it's a close fight); if I
can write it myself, though; I'll try to. If I can, it'll be done by
8am or so Central, since I'll be in Church after that, and not be
able to write before this Phase ends.
Hey... it's been a good
run for Mal'Ganis; it really has. I only wish I could've done more
with the other sponsors... I tried to tell a creative and
off-the-beaten-path story, though; and I am proud that I never once
Focused, or joined a pointless Boss-beatdown, or vote-dumped the
Lords, etc. etc. Playing for fun > playing to win.
And
before I forget, just in case I can't really post anything else...
I'd like to dedicate this Mal'Ganis performance to my friends at RI.
I really couldn't have done it without y'all.
Best wishes to
the other five finalists. Good luck. *sends votes to
Kyo/Darkblade*
"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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Canto VI + Noli Me Tangere + Fallen Angel
Tear
"Saaa! Lux crystallinus, da nobis
vigorem! Venite Fairy!"
The Fairy eidolon's light
streamed over the gathered fighters, restoring the wounds they had
received from the Archbishop and Anko. Alma's power was nowhere near
its limit, and the Cleric felt like things were starting to get more
or less under control. It was an even fight, so far- every one of
the Archbishop's deadly spells was met with her own Holy Magic, and
Daisetsu, Jun, Dorrin, and Kalten were faring remarkably well. Shang
Tsung and Testament and Mal'Ganis likewise brought their years of
experience to the table, and Shizumaru and Mint focused their own
unique skills on besting Anko. It was a hard fight, and the balance
hung only by a matter of a thread- but Alma had faith in her
colleagues.
As the Fairy departed, Alma set her sights again
on Anko- such beauty warped into a cruel, angelic figure. It
disturbed her, the way the blades seemed attached to her hands, the
way the fire on her back burned as wings and the way her eyes glazed
over in blind loyalty to the man in white. An angel; a Holy Angel.
It hurt Alma's eyes to look upon her, and she felt the Healing Staff
in her hand waver, as though it sensed something horribly wrong
about this woman...
She is Daisetsu's sister...I cannot
let her die! Alma rushed over as Shizumaru's nodachi clashed
with one of the girl's twin blades- ironic, in that they were locked
in such an intense battle to the death and yet she didn't want
him to die, either. She didn't have to worry for the
meantime, however; so long as the MBarrier spell was upon him,
Shizumaru would not taste of death. Alma felt the room grow cold as
the Archbishop fired off another spell- and Jun came crashing to the
ground, gasping in pain.
"Jun!" Alma swerved over, panic
flying through her stomach. She skidded to her knees at the
kunoichi's side, but Jun was already back up, the huge green dragon
seeming to lift her again. Jun's eyes burned with an intense azure
aura, and she leapt again past Alma with her kunai raised. The
Cleric winced, rising to her knees again as she watched Jun, and
Dorrin, and Daisetsu, and Kalten.
Please don't give
in...don't vanish. For my sake, please, you four- stay as
yourselves...
"Alma-san! Down!"
Alma perked up at
Shizumaru's voice, and followed his command, falling back down to
all fours. Something heavy and sharp cut the air above her, and Alma
looked back up when it had passed. It was Anko again, her great
winged form swooping around the room in a circular attack. Her eyes,
blank and expressionless, turned back to Alma as she swerved around.
Her blades locked and made a sharp clang as she raised them above
her head, swarming with power that enveloped her in the form of a
white aura.
"You're going to die. I won't even leave a
shell." A pretty, light voice, but without emotion. Anko's wings
flared with heat so great that Alma felt the golden feather on her
cheek grow cold, and then Anko was swooping at her again, in that
one instant. The white-robed girl cried "Sixth Instant, Crushing God
Blades!"
It was too fast for anyone else to intercept. She
swooped forward, and her blades found the upraised Healing Staff-
and Alma's eyes shot open as the swords seemed to dissipate and then
reform around them. The Cleric screamed as the swords cut deep into
her torso, ripping through her clothes and spilling her blood. A
square-shaped cut lashed viciously over Alma's exposed stomach, and
then the flats of the blades were slammed violently against her
sternum. The girl's body was not used to taking such horrible blows,
and was sent tumbling back until she hit the curved wall of the
chamber. Anko swooped into the air above her, flicking blood from
her swords, and gazed without care at the fallen Cleric.
Alma
felt blood pooling under her quickly. The pain was intense,
damning...she felt sizzling around the horizontal cut over her
stomach, and she knew one of the blades had injected poison into
her. Yet the strand of gleipnir, now pressed to her cheek as
her hair fell over her face, coated her with a gracious amount of
antibodies. That did not help the awful pain, though. Alma weakly
put her staff against the ground, pushing up as she hugged her ribs.
She was bleeding so much...
"Alma-san!" Shizumaru's
voice, tight with rage and anger, pounded into her ears. Then she
heard him shout again, his energy flaring loudly in the chamber.
"Bakemono ga! Baiu Ensatsu Jiiin!" The whirring clang of
blade against blade brought her head up, and through dim vision,
Alma saw Shizumaru's nodachi cleaving against Anko's blades in a
tornadic whirl. The angelic girl blocked nimbly, her wings carrying
her back, but Shizumaru would not allow her to leave. His eyes
burned with the wrath of hell, and his own wings flapped, driving
him up into the air with her. He brought his upraised sword down in
an overhead swipe, meeting her crossed blades, and then spun around
for another blow. It, too, was blocked, and as they fought further,
blades driving repeatedly and sending sparks into the air, there
seemed to be no clear superior.
A...am I losing, already?
Uumf...that last attack...
She felt something, then...as
though some invisible hand passed over her stomach. The blood and
pain and heat just...faded away. She frowned; it was like a
regeneration spell suddenly taking effect at full blast. She hauled
herself to her feet, suddenly feeling stronger- in fact, stronger
than she'd felt even before the 'Crushing God Blades' took effect.
Too much stronger, to the point where it was starting to
disturb her.
Alma looked down at her stomach, lifting up the
flap there, expecting to see scars-
"Ultimate Instant,
Fallen Angel's Tear!"
...no...
Alma turned
her head up, seeing Anko flying at her. The attack was unmistakable-
her ultimate technique, an enormous wave of psionic power rushing
forward as her beautiful face twisted into an avenging glare. Her
swords twirled with black flame, the psionic blast too fast for
Shizumaru to intercept or for Alma to block-
-and when it
slammed into her, Alma's scream wrenched the door off of
Hell.
The attack was beyond description. It felt like every
cell in her body ruptured, like every blood vessel in her body was
torn out. The pain even spread to her clothes, ripped apart in
blood, and Alma stopped feeling everything below her waist. Her mind
was hit next, all her memories and thoughts and prayers pooling
together to where she could no longer distinguish what they were-
and then they just began to hurt. Then the soul...that at the core
of her body, that which the Bloody Angel chilled and the Red Phoenix
warmed. It writhed within her, hit at full blast by the tear of a
Fallen Angel. Alma's body was lifted up by the attack and thrown
violently against the wall, her head cracking against
it-
dying, im dying
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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-and
then it was like falling into a dream. Alma felt as though some
strong hands caught her, soothed the anger of the blow. Her head
reeled to where she could no longer think, or speak, or live or die.
It was pain all over, and yet in the arms that held her, it was like
love. Her body felt embrace and stroke and pat and laughter and
smile and caress and squeeze and kiss all in one, and the flutter of
what could only be wings.
whats going on
Her
head was yanked up again. Alma's blank eyes fixed upon Anko's
exhausted figure, the white-robed angel looking at her with blank
eyes...that slowly widened. No, more than that. That face twisted
into pure terror, those eyes shook and quivered, and Alma saw
everyone present look at her with an expression of awe...awe, and
horror.
"Di mortis qui vitam capiunt,
animas capiiiIIIITE!"
No...no, NO! NO!
PLEASE!
"My Body. My Nice Body. My
Perfect Body. I cannot let you die. I cannot let you feel the tears
of a dying heaven. My beautiful Alma...my 'soul'- it is time for you
to sleep. Place all your worries to me. The blood of six has
spilled, the tear of an angel dropped, but worry not. Trust in me. I
will make you a Queen of the Eclipse. Do you see, all of you? Do you
see her bloody pulchritude, her anguish in her joy? Her body, broken
for you...her blood, spilled for you...for these lost, precious
An'ven. She has suffered much...now the task is left to me. Come
out, my loyal servants- I shall prepare a banquet. Set the Throne of
Skulls! Lift up the Black Cross Inverse, and with your fangs nail
the Fallen Angel's wrists to its arms. Chaotic Soul, dwelling in the
heart of ebony and crimson- awaken. Angry Devils in the Shadowheart-
awaken. Lustful oni in the heart of a prince- awaken. My
Dearest Angel of Death- awaken. Come, oh, come, oh, do not let this
joy fade- I will prepare a banquet for you all. Yours shall be the
Kingdom. You have but to bend the knee to me, to the Holiest of all
Angels- to the Seraph of Seraphim, to the Bringer of Light- and I
will give you sanctuary. Think it strange, that one such as I should
play upon such words? Worry not. Your concerns, your fears, your
nightmares- they are infinitesimal before my love. Place your trust
in me; become my children; become my parents; become my friends;
become my allies; become my lovers; become my followers; become my
apostles. In this you may taste of the bread and the wine that I
bring before you. Shh...resist not, for this is no temptation- it is
promise. I, Bloody Angel Altima,
will lead you to the gates of Heaven.
"In nomine Rex
Altima, et Filius Ajora, et Angelus
Cruentus...amen."
No! No! Don't do
thiiiiaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeee!
With those words, she stepped
out of Hell and into the Body. It seemed like soul upon soul
streamed into Alma suddenly, the roar of a wild animal filling the
chamber and ringing off its walls. A swirling vortex appeared over
the badly wounded Cleric, and in that moment she seemed to light up,
her wounds and clothes fading from view, a light outshining her own
flesh. She went rigid before them all, and the charge of black
electricity led to a full white charge. From that charge spewed
countless phantoms, cackling on the wind, calling out names as they
streamed into existence- "chaos", "zio", "tiger", "dragon", "fiend",
"emperor", "ameki", "zalera." As the phantoms dissipated and the
light cleared, however, the worst ghost of all shone into
view.
It was Alma's body, though paler, gleaming with holy
light. Her voluptuous body, as though an incriminating incarnation
of lust, was garbed in a singlet of bloody leather. Its sleeves
coursed down toned arms and was high in the front against her full
breasts, a diamond cut in the middle to reveal her flat, tantalizing
stomach. Her thighs were bare and bright and full, and she wore
boots with winged reliefs that reached up to her knees, two blades
stuck in either side of them.
And wings. Wings that coursed
through her silver hair and down the back of her neck, mere
miniatures compared to the white but batlike wings that stretched
out from her strong back. They were rimmed in red- in blood- and
reflected even more light upon her figure. Her face was exactly as
Alma's, with red eyes and a beautiful, youthful face and smooth
brow. She brought a clawed hand to her lips, kissing a finger
slowly, as though to savor her own flesh.
An angel- a Holy
Angel, a Seraph. A Bloody Angel.
Altima Bloody Angel turned
her dreamy, wistful stare to Anko- and then smiled thinly.
"Fallen from the morn, angels like you and I must become
demons," Altima purred, "but it all depends on how far we
fall...doesn't it...Anko Fallen Angel..."
With those words,
the Bloody Angel snatched the unholy daggers at her sides. The air
stilled, chilled, and then displaced altogether as the Fallen Angel
was beset by the rage of the Bloody Angel.
There was war in
Heaven.
---
Altima, Bloody Angel, has
resurfaced, and is on nobody's side, though at the moment she
specifically wants to rend Anko apart. Alma is nowhere to be seen,
leaving behind only a Zodiac Demon in her form to fight. Altima is
nothing like Alma, being an Archdemon and all. She is
immensely powerful, abnormally fast, and reacts in an
instant- unlike the pushover she was in the game, this Altima has
the 200% power effect that Alma has in being a surviving sponsor.
Altima is well-versed in forbidden magic, and the Lucavi job command
"Fear", which rips at her enemy's souls through status
effects.
If you want to use her in your posts, by all means,
but her personality isn't the 'bwahaha' of a villain- this is a
demon out of hell. She's quiet and when she speaks, it's
often to confuse you- she may even lead you on with seduction,
regardless of your gender or who you are. She's quite the little
spitfire. ^^
Cue music: Altima the Nice Body, FF
Tactics. Oh yeah. XD
Story Note- by the way, the
phantoms that have streamed out are basically messengers from
Altima's realm (er, Hell). Altima is emitting a "pull" on all the
demons possessing sponsors, fallen, and sidekicks in an attempt to
bring them out. However, and I do mean this- it is entirely up to
you if you want your inner demons to be brought out in incarnate
form. It's sort of a story bonus to you guys if you want to take it.
^^
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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"...whoa.
...we're shitted, aren't we..."
muttered our favorite crackninja as he stared at the visage (well,
maybe a bit "lower" than the visage) of our favorite bloody angel.
"We're... real shitted, yeah. Yeah." Unaware that his nose was
bleeding (call it a fitting fanfare for the 'true advent of
<Altima> -The Nice Body-') he did a funny sort of neck/eye
twitch of disbelief. Surely this couldn't be real--he had felt a
disunity within her soul, as with Jun; but unlike Jun, the
force within Alma ran counter to her intents (he had felt something
like a larva feasting on the innards of an apple). As he swiftly
realized, he had sensed much the same with Shizumaru from their
first meeting--in fact, although he hadn't paid much attention to
either at first, he realized swiftly that both had been
afflicted...and both had now succumbed.
All in all, this was
rather difficult for Chipp to take in.
Holy hell. Profane
heaven. This is some sort of BOLL SHITE. Really, this was gonna be
my moment; I was gonna run up in here and do some kind of damage,
and attain Nirvana, and all kinds of nifty stuff.... but now I gotta
contend with angels? Demons? Oni? Fugging TESTAMENT? Plus the priest
from hell and Dai's mental-ass uber-powered sister? Shee~t. Of all
the obstacles I could face for my own ascension--
Umm... Chipp, you weren't even in the running for
godhood since we left Mithrik'en, when you got whompimated by those
other ninja and lost the spiritual link.
...I knew
that. I was just conveniently ignoring the fact.
I hope you weren't ignoring the fact that Shizu
ain't quite Shizu anymore, or else you aren't worthy to be called
even a beginner at the art of ninjutsu.
...Yeah, I
noticed. Should have done something to remedy that fact. Just tally
it up with the rest of my constant failures and sins and shit and
God I'm a failure why me *sob*.
...you
sure that bonk on the head didn't resolve all that angst you were
experiencing earlier?
Come to think about it, it
probably didn't.
And in his mind flashed by all his
failures (or at least everything he considered a failure during the
period of angst that I couldn't be bothered to write about). His
parents dying. His "thug life". His addictions. His master's death.
His multiple failures at vengeance. And now, his inability to
protect Shizumaru from the demon within him. A cloud of black seemed
to surround his skull, crushing it with heavy black chains. And
cutting through that haze, once again, was that voice, taunting him
with that jocular, golly isn't-this fun tone, mocking everything he
had ever stood for, mocking his very existence with that simple
question:
Have you ever really
accomplished anything at all?
And presented with
that question, at the edge of his wits, in a world far from his own,
in more mortal danger than he could ever have imagined, his answer
rose to his lips in a liquid rush--
...no.
...I see. Well, what the Zen are you gonna do about
it? You just gonna stand there like a ponk? Or are you gonna do as
I--err, he taught you?
...huh?
I have to lead you by the hand through
everything, don't I? Didn't Tsuyoshi tell you that to tap
into the true depths of Tsuyoshi-style Ninjutsu, you had to delve
into the darkest parts of your soul and unleash the powers held
within? To draw your fury, your hatred, even your sadness, and to
will them into your blade, to let your darkness become your
strength?
...
Oy vey.
Look, kid, you need to learn how to listen bet--
I'M
TRYING TO CONCENTRATE, DAMMIT!
And indeed he was--it was
apparent from the get-go that something had begun to happen to him.
Around his very being seemed to gather shadows, curling about him,
caressing his body like... well, like he could imagine Altima's
hands caressing his form with her light hands, her touch setting
off-- (JUN I'M LOYAL TO JUN I BOUGHT SHIT FOR JUN I CAN'T LIVE
WITHOUT JUN REMOVE THEE FROM MY BRAIN FOUL ANGELDEMONTHINGAWHATSIS
GRAAAAAAAAAAAhatredAAAAAAA--) "--aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
His power had to be increasing to levels he hadn't imagined before;
he was screaming like an absolute nutcase at this point. Not to say
he could actually contend much with any of the chosen, (and don't
even think about Anko or the Archbishop), but the way his chakra
began to visibly crackle about his taut, rigid form, his hands
grasping each other, forming an intricate pattern which seemed to
channel the forces building about him, while the blackness continued
to gather about him--well, it was certainly something neat to look
at. And every second, more force built around him, searing the air
with the immense expenditure; his power kicked up notch by notch,
until suddenly his head whipped back, as if from a powerful
attack--
He fell silent. Of course, with the immense battle
between the avatars and the man of God, you can't really blame
anyone for not really noticing.
He rolled his neck. He
stretched his arms, flicked them outward almost carelessly, then
with more focus. Stretched out his left leg in a slow kick outward,
spun slowly on his right heel. Threw out a few more kicks. Inhaled.
Exhaled, with ponderous slowness. Lowered his leg. Adjusted his
crescent blade with a sharp click. Opened his eyes.
It was
done.
He was ready.
No one really
cared.
***
"I accept. And
Mal'Ganis...?"
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"'Yes...' to
what?"
"To your first question."
"Then I love you too.
...are you ready?"
"As ready as I will ever be. ...for Anko,"
"For everything."
"YO JUN."
Jun did not so
much as flick her eyes at the voice. Something hurtled through the
air to her right; she shifted ever so slightly and caught the dagger
(for indeed that was what Chipp had just hurled in her
direction).
"What... what are you--"
"A present. Whup
his ass." He found it surprisingly hard to keep his (sadness, rage,
dejection... pick your emotion) down. "I'll be taking care of
Shizu."
"Chipp, no! Your spirit hasn't been linked as long as
his has--he's much stronger than you are--" The disapproval in her
voice stung him--she sounded much like he imagined his mother used
to sound-- but deeper than that seemed to float some measure of
pity, and...worry. To the ears of a ninja, all these things were
clear.
"I know. But, hell, I came on this ride to save your
world. Looks like I ain't gonna be doing that much; I might as well
try to save a soul." His fingers interlocked; his brow furrowed.
"Besides, it's not like I haven't improved at all."
"Chipp,
what--" Caught in the deadly dance with the demon, Jun could barely
spare words, but the note of perplexity (and, underlying that, the
same worry) was still clear to the ears of a ninja.
"You
think I wasn't paying attention back in Mithrik'en?" A short spike
in his chakra, and--"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" Where once was one,
there now stood five crackninja. "Now, I think it's time I
"accomplished" something. Scuze meh." And he--they--toinged
off. ---
As to what was just done... well, Chipp has
himself achieved Shadow Mode. However, instead of Testament's
mad rush of insanity, Chipp's training allows him to control the
negativity in his soul, tapping into and harnessing it as he
chooses. The ultimate effect is as Testament's, though--although
with max Tension, his judgement is rather clouded (well, moreso than
usual, although in a somewhat different manner), so his fighting
skill may somewhat. This would have made more sense had I had an
extra round to pull it off in--as of now, it seems rather pointless,
but whatchagonnado.
Chipp Final Round, 1st Phase
Status: All votes exhausted "Shadow Mode" About to attack
Ameki, kind of disregarding the rest of the crap
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The Silver Ogre
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Will you protect me when I’m wrecked? I pretend
you’re still alive.
Clear all your sins get born again
– Just repeat a couple lines.
Act VI – Flame
and Sin – I
She stood before him, lithe as the
panther, body lit with a strange energy. She was Vice, the partner
of Mature; one half of the duo of female assassins. And she stood
there before him, wind blades seeming to course around her silently
quivering body, reminding him of two other assassins, whose
lives he could not save.
Celia…Lede…do you speak to me in
this woman? Does she come to claim your rightful vengeance? I led
you on the path to hell, replaced your souls with the minds of
demons…did you hate me? Do you, even now? I cannot look at this
woman, Vice, standing before me without wondering what each of you
thought. Did that erase the times we spent together, the wamth of
our bodies entwining as we shared the bedchamber? I wanted you to
share my fate…because with you by my side, hell could never truly be
its own name.
But I ask again…do you now judge me? Have you
come for your due wrath?
She flung herself at him with an
animal’s shriek, her arm slinging forward past its normal length. It
grabbed him, slamming his body into the ground. He rolled away,
avoiding a blade of wind that sliced close to his head, followed by
another, and another…her kicks raged around him like a storm, their
blue energy slashes carving gashes into his flesh by the pressure of
the wind alone.
Her eyes…they were ‘gone’. Someone else’s
eyes had replaced them; eyes that were not the rough yet refined
assassin he’d seen over the last few days.
“Vice, what’s
wrong with you!?” Elmdor drew the Chirijiraden, only in the nick of
time for her hand to grab it, slamming the blade out of her path.
Her hand shed blood upon touching the blade’s edge, slinging red
spray everywhere as her arm arced out again in a slashlike
wave.
This…this ‘thing’ is not human…it feels no pain, and
has no heart.
Just. Like.
You.
“Tormentor!” Elmdor cried out, his
battle-worn form dashing forward. With a leap, he took to the air,
scarlet cape fluttering in the air behind him. The Chirijiraden
sheered the air beside Vice, whipping her short brown hair with its
passing fury. The assassin lunged forward, a look of twisted hunger
on her face. Her shoulder slammed into him, before he could react,
sending him airborne once more. He twisted away, slashing to cover
his vulnerability, but as he still hung in the air, he felt a grip
of iron bite into his face.
Vice screamed devilishly in
delight as she slung her arm over her head, smashing the Marquis
face-first into the floor. “More power…more of it! Delicious, so
sweet…the Riot of the Blood!” Elmdor’s ears strained to catch every
one of her words that fell on them, rising to his feet clasping his
sword tighter than ever before.
“Vice…I see now. You and the
demon. I want to help you, but you will not let me.” He held the
katana at the ready in front of him, blade’s path parting the image
of her his eyes saw down the middle. “I can’t make the same decision
twice, Vice. ‘Their’ memory won’t let me…it cries out to me, even
now, taking your effigy for its own.”
“Vice…I’m going to lay
you to rest now.” His voice was quiet, brimful of the warriors’
concentration he had mastered on the battlefield.
“Kenki
Bakuhatsu Nami Ryu….Nine Silver Wind Oni Flash!!! The calm
around him exploded into a blazing fury. In this place, the chamber
of souls, his ki – a gleaming siver – could be seen flaring like an
oil-fed flame as he crushed the distance between himself and the
woman – then seemed to disappear altogether.
“Orochi…!” Vice
leered, staggering back, “feed the OUTRAGE!” Her right foot lashed
out, sweeping with blinding speed into a blaze of kicks that were so
fast, contrails of blue energy formed on their highest arcs. She
felt the blades of wind sing against the sword of the enemy, nine
flashes of an earthly blade against the bodily power of the great
demon Orochi. “Yesssssss,” Vice’s voice seemed to mimic an orgasm of
pleasure as her foot met flesh, ripping through Elmdor’s chest with
a wild vengeance, blasting him backward with the force of a
hurricane.
It was only then that, in that unlikely moment, he
saw the gleaming power of the artificial angel, Anko, and her
target.
Wandering souls shrieking for
the end to draw nigh…how I wish to caress each of them, drink of
their draught! And the six…her heartbeat – the ‘Bloody Angel’!
Testament has unknowingly done me the honor of unlocking the ‘seal
of feelings’, but still…
…the ‘seal of soul’ remains fast. I
can control the mind, but I cannot exodus the vessel that carries my
soul…!
Let me awaken, Mesdoram Elmdor! Let me blow my Silver
Trumpet! Let me trample on the skulls of all men, so that this earth
once again belongs only to the presence of Angels!
Answer the
hearkens, Zodiac Brave! Without me, your legacy dies here, just like
you!
“ALMAAAA~!” Elmdor’s eyes widened as he saw
the blond-haired girl’s head snap back, violently assaulted by the
screaming power of Anko’s ultimate attack. Her body raked across the
floor of the extreme warzone, and Elmdor knew – had seen enough
battles to know – it was an end, or very close to one. But in a
brilliant blaze of light, like a light from the netherworld that
radiated from the young girl’s broken body, he had closed his eyes
to the second; to everything that stood before him.
And he
had lifted his eyelids again to see the vision of true terror; a
living angel, singlet as red as the bleeding moon, skin pale as a
mausoleum’s marble. Her silvery hair shone ten times more radiant
than his own; her eyes burned like a stillborn fire that swung in
hell’s censer.
+ Continued +
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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His
ethereal vision was cut off by a swift kick to the side of the head,
sending him reeling upward and to the left of the awakened Vice. His
wrested snapped backward as Vice sharp chop ground into it, and he
could feel the hope drain away as the Chirijiraden was knocked from
his grasp, sliding away from him over the floor.
I won’t
die here have a promise to keep so bloody I can’t go on she’ll kill
me…but Alma I gave my word…
“It always bothered me, the way I
meant to repay Ramza somehow, but I never got around to it. Or
rather, I should say that I was too ‘busy’; too caught up in my
noble-born duties to thank him properly. He probably never even got
anything from saving my life.”
Now I know what it feels like
to die again but why….why am I afraid this time? No…there is no room
for fear no room for doubt on this battlefield of innumerable souls
I will repay the last debt I owe I will give it give back to you
Ramza the one you love and who loves you that shall be my last I
have to give last to protect what I must and I will die a soldier’s
death upon a grave of fireflies for though I deserve death the
others do not! With this life less than life I will make something
of that which is nothing I’ll carve out the blood of a THOUSAND!!
His body went
rigid, bending back as pain greater than any he’d felt in his entire
time of living wracked his body. It washed over him like a mighty
rolling wave, and he no longer felt the pain of the strikes of Vice,
or the wounds Testament had inflicted on him hours before. He
screamed, clawing and clutching at his chest, bent over as though
his body lay impaled upon some invisible javelin. Vice watched with
morbid fascination as his solar plexus, just below the sternum,
began to radiate an energy, a miasma so negative that her reverie
was ended. With a final cry, like the dying scream exiting the lungs
of a crucified man
a longsword, dripping with black blood,
burst forth from the chest of the Silver Noble.
And a hand
reached up to grip that sword.
“Forever Sin!” Elmdor marveled
in horror at the atrocity that his hand now held; the same sword
that had condemned him to eternal death and un-death, the same sword
that stifled Zalera’s full control, and yet imprisoned the Angel of
Death within his body. And now, that weapon so legendary that he had
once used its negative power to slay an unkillable beast, rested in
his hand once more.
Woe, woe, woe unto
the firstborn and the sons of light! The final seal has been
undone! The voice rang in Elmdor’s mind as the terror began
to churn and move. Chained to the mortal vessel,
but now the rebirth is at hand! At hand! Cry, children of the fallen
star, for your crowns of gold in the new kingdom shall tarnish
before your flesh! Sun darkens, moon turns to blood, and the stars
fall from the sky! Signs and wonders appear in the heavens such as
have never been seen since the beginning of the world, and all life
quakes with FEAR! All the dead wish for ascension, all the living
fear death, but we alone are forever, we the Lucavi! There is no
force in heaven or earth that we do not know, nothing written in the
books of time and space that we cannot divine! We will build the
true everlasting kingdom…
…we will reign above heaven and
earth for all eternity!
This, Mesdoram Elmdor, is the truth
of the Bloody Angel, Altima, my Lord and King…and today, Altima
lives AGAIN! Imbibe the souls, resurrection of the Bloody Angel!
Your truth…has set us free!
The room darkened, even
as the fighting and bloodletting continued, but the Archbishop
glared down with shock and rage as souls began to rip away from
their formation in the air, flaring down in beautiful contrails to
enter the body of a silver-haired man. A dark aura covered the man
for a moment, like a blanket of night, growing ever larger.
Suddenly, like a black womb, it burst in blood, and a great demon
stood where once the man had stood. Its flesh was the color of
bloody carrion, like muscle under flayed skin, its wings purple as
haggard veins. In the great skull-shape of its head, hollow sockets
glared menacingly, whispers of damnation echoing from
them.
The sickening claws of Zalera’s violet, veinous hand
grasped the legendary negative blade that had kept it sealed away
over the last few days with its sealing power alone. With a
tremendous flap of his wings, the Lucavi Arch-Demon rose into the
air, spreading itself out to full height.
“Behold! The
immortal messenger who encircles the earth, leading all souls toward
eternal sleep! O King of Kings, Zalera, the Angel of Death, has been
reborn anew! Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and in fear and
trembling stand!” The Forever Sin crackled in his hand as the
crimson bone mouth seemed to agonizingly twist upward into a
grin.
“Let the Feast of the Ascension
begin!!!”
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Legendary Sword ‘Forever Sin’ –
Elmdor acquired this sword in the finale of the previous tournament
he was in. There, he ‘drew out’ its power to deal a critical blow to
the monster ‘Children of Terror’, but was imbued with a shard in his
chest as a result of the sword breaking. It is from that shard that
the sword regenerated itself, absorbing negativity all throughout
the tournament from the souls of the living and dead alike. It is
not an ‘evil’ sword, but contains extreme negative powers – negative
emotions, thoughts, spiritual residues – it devours these willingly
into itself. It is speculated by the Eternals that the Forever Sin
was made as an object into which all life could cast its negative
aspects, becoming holy beings. But that same power made the Forever
Sin an awesomely powerful sword, able to create blades of negative
energy that project from the sweep of the blade with each slash.
There is no innocence it cannot destroy with its abomination of
impurity.
Zodiac Demon ‘Lucavi’ – Zalera, the Angel of
Death – finally, with the barriers preventing his full
manifestation shattered, Zalera has completely replaced Elmdor. It’s
difficult to accurately describe his form – look at my avatar – his
true form, appearing now, is the one shown there (beside a
size-equivalent sprite of Elmdor). He controls powerful Demonic
magic, stronger than any sorcerer’s spells. His skills are both the
Lucavi spells ‘Fear’, which cause death by ripping apart the souls
of the enemy, and his own unique repotoire of spells, the ‘Ja
Magic’, which contains powerful status effects and attacks powerful
enough to lay the living to waste. He is above mortality, above the
laws of the world; he is the Angel of Death.
Recommended
Listening - Banquet of Transmigration (Vagrant Story Final Boss
Battle - 1st Form)
Open game as you see fit, especially to
Switchblade or Tenshi.
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Again
and again, Testament attacked the Archbishop's shield, bloody scythe
striking against wall of light each time. Nor was he alone in
this...Tsung's undead minion was also attacking the barrier
fiercely, while Tsung unleashed the occasional fireball or soul, and
many of the weaker warriors were attacking as well. The Archbishop,
for his part, was waging a virtual war against his attackers all by
himself, summoning forth angels and devils, hurling out powerful
bursts of magic, both light and dark. It appeared, at first, that
neither side was able to make any progress. But if you were a sharp
observer, it was possible to note that the radius of the
Archbishop's shield was shrinking a bit more with each attack, and
was now noticably smaller than it was at the start of the battle.
Indeed, with every blow that struck it, the barrier seemed to become
a little smaller, a liitle weaker, and bend a bit more when the next
blow struck. It seemed that the Archbishop's barrier would soon be
broken, if things continued on as they were going
now.
Unfortunately for all concerned, possibly including the
Archbishop, they didn't.
Amidst the carnage, the eruptions of
fire and thunder and god knows what else, something happened. A girl
screamed; from the corner of his eye, Testament saw that it was the
girl, Alma. She was screaming, glowing with some kind of horrible
tainted light; and then, she changed into something...else. Alma
seemed to have become...a seraph. But there wasn't enough pity in
the universe for someone who was stuck with this particular seraph
as their guardian angel; there was an aura about her, an aura of
blackest darkness. A cyclone of spirits exploded from her body, a
spectral wind that seems to whisper a faint call to all who hear it.
Zio and Testament both shudder as they hear that strange and evil
call. Zio, changing to her human form, screams, a cry of madness and
pain. Testament falls to his knees as he feels the screaming
darkness within him, deeper than the blackest pits of hell, rise up
once again. As he struggles to fight it off, he throws back his head
and roars in rage as a cacophany of chaos echoes through his
mind.
bloodshedkilldestroyburnshredHUMANSmust KILLburnRIPFLESH BLEEDBLEEDMAKETHEMALLBLEED DEEPERANDDARKERTHANTHESEASOFHELL!!!
Testament's
body is consumed by shadows as his inner darkness fills him. His
eyes blazing with a hellish light, he turns to face Altima. For a
moment, he seems indecisive; then, he seems to choose his course of
action.
"Alma...I protected you once, because your innocence
reminded me of...of Dizzy. That innocence is a treasure than I
cannot allow to be defiled...I will do all I can to set you
free!"
But before he can take action, a throaty voice speaks
from behind him.
"Testament...stop right
there."
Testament, surprised, spins around...and finds
himself face to face with Zio. But this is not the Zio that has
worked for him for so long...this Zio's body is black as midnight,
with burning crimson eyes and blood-hued crimson bodypaint. The
Gear's face takes on a suprised appearence at first, then changing
to annoyance.
"This is not the time, Zio! I have a something
I must do..."
Zio laughs, her voice a throaty purr so very
different from her normal sweet voice.
"I don't think so,
Testament. The Bloody Angel, Altima, has called out to me...I must
answer her call. And I cannot let you interfere with
her..."
"What?! Zio...do not defy me. You will obey the
contract!"
"Haha...I don't think so. I have a higher calling
now..."
"OBEY me! I summoned you into this plane and defeated
you once before to bind you into my service...if I must do it again,
I will."
Zio's expression darkens. With a swift backhanded
motion, she hurls three bolts of crackling darkness, which smash
into the floor before Testament's feet.
"You would DARE
contend with Altima? You're a fool! Try if you wish, but you will
NOT succeed!"
Testament's response is to leap forward with a
backhanded scythe attack, aiming to smack Zio upside the head with
the blunt ornament adorning his scythe and knock some sense into
her. But Dark Zio nimbly evades, countering with a nasty slash. And
so the battle begins, between the Summoner and his
Summoned...
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*dies*
Oh my god, it's 7am
X_______x;;
Anyways, Mindfucking at it's best. Enjoy 
-*-*-*-*
Vincent’s mind shook as he
entered the grand sphere, surrounded by bubbles of ‘souls’ and he
felt as if he was in an underwater dream. Anko and the Archbishop
stood, towering over the rest of the contestants. Each one looked
marvelous in their clothing, and Vincent stared up at them, knowing
that this was going to be fighting through hell and
back.
Vincent un-holstered the Death Penalty, and aimed at
the two; waiting for the right shot in hoping of doing damage. He
watched the archbishop, smile over Anko like a mere toy, and the
blood in Vincent’s body rushed a little, recalling the look on the
archbishop’s face.
“I’m against it! Why experiment on
humans?!”
Hojo gave me this look… as if nothing in the world
could stop him from doing what he please. With Lucrecia. With the
Project. With me.
“She and I are both scientists!” He
retorted, looking over his test, which was messy with
papers.
“I don’t approve of it! It is morally wrong, and you
do not have the rights to play God!” I snarled to him, taking a step
forward and leaning all my weight on my front foot.
I was
furious. The man… no… the fiend in front of me stared at me with
this look of pure arrogance.
“I do not?”
He said it
as simply as that. Then he raised his right arm, and shot
me.
Vincent snarled at the archbishop, raised his right
hand a little higher at the man’s head, and fired off a
round.
As soon as he fired, the archbishop brought up his
head and stared down at Vincent, blocking the bullet with his palm,
catching it in his hand, and tossing it away, all in one, fluid
motion. He stared down at Vincent, and the two men glared at each
other, déjà vu swept over Vincent, and he raised his arm to shoot
another round into the archbishop, before he heard a scream that was
like no other.
Vincent instantly turned his head, and say
Alma, the cleric girl in the beginning rounds, screaming out a cry
of nothing Vincent has ever heard before. Blood completely
splattered her dress, and the look on her face was beyond agony.
Vincent tried to run over and help Alma, but stopped dead in his
tracks, his stomach lurched within him, and he frantically looked
around to keep a hold on himself.
The body of Alma lifted up
by a force Vincent could not see, and cracked into the wall, a
sickening sound of bones breaking as she crumple to the ground.
Alma’s head suddenly wrenched up, her eyes wide with pain and of
death, and her body started to lift up from the ground. The cleric’s
body was illuminated in the air, her wounds seemingly disappearing,
and Vincent started at her with a shocked expression, not knowing
what was happening to the blonde mage.
Before Vincent knew
it, his whole body went completely white hot.
chaos, zio, tiger, dragon, fiend, emperor, ameki,
zalera..
Vincent fell to his knees, loosing all of
his air, everything around him turned into a blinding white. Vincent
gasped, trying everything he could to figure out what was happening,
to keep any sense of the world, but nothing Vincent wished for came
true.
Vincent’s own body was engulfed in a blinding white
light, and once the light dimmed, Chaos stood there instead,
kneeling on one knee, and he opened his fierce blood red eyes with a
grin.
Chaos stood up on his hind legs, and stretched his
entire body out, flexing his wings to their nine foot spread, and he
arched his back, feeling his bones fall into place with each crack,
and he straighten himself up, watching as the battle field turned
from a nightmare into hell.
Chaos looked over, and saw the
body of Altima, and Chaos gave a head nod in her direction,
acknowledging her presences, and she nodded back at
him.
Altima… it is a
pleasure.
Consider it
mine.
The two demons gave each other deadly
smiles, and Chaos scanned the area, through the bubbles of souls,
and noticed the complete horror on the face of the other
contestants. No one knew who was transforming into what demon, and
everything from the look on the archbishop’s face to the look of a
green haired woman beside Chaos made brought everything to light.
Chaos scanned the area of floating souls, and saw a blonde woman on
the other side of the sphere against the wall, and Chaos
grinned.
Chaos extended his wings, and he leapt into flight,
directing himself towards the direction of the blonde woman, and
landed right in front of her, landing easily on his padded feet, and
caught the three-eyed woman completely by surprise.
With the
best grin Chaos could muster himself, he bowed in front of the
three-eyed woman, “Miss Vectra... it is quite the
pleasure.”
Completely taken back, Opera gave Chaos an
apprehensive expression, cocking her head to the side to look at
Chaos, “Uh....do I know you?”
“Perhaps…” The demon began,
taking a look down the shirt of Opera before grinning, “But I think
we both know that does not matter, not as long as you get back to
your loved one in one piece, eh?”
Opera paled a little, and
noticed Chaos’ unwanted stare. She quickly began to cover herself
up, before replying to the demon, “I....how do you....well, I guess
it's a natural assumption that I have people waiting for my return,
isn't it?” She gave a nervous laugh, wishing the demon wouldn’t pay
so much attention to her.
Noticing Opera’s dismay, he took a
few steps towards her, and she matched him for each step back, her
three eyes grew a shade wider than what they were before. Chaos
couldn’t hold back his grin, “Have you enjoyed your time in this
tournament, Miss Vectra? Surely, the last few rounds have been...
tiresome, I could imagine. With all the later rounds and all, one
could not help but feel... tired.”
A flush reached her face,
and she tried looking away from the demon’s stare at her,
“Er....right. It's been a long, grueling battle every step of the
way during this thing.”
“Especially when the battles are so
fierce, you cannot remember a thing from them.” A smile
slowly crept onto Chaos’ face, and the color on Opera’s face began
to fade.
“I....right. Sometimes things seem
to....blend....can't always....” She trailed off, looking back up at
the demon, not believing she what she was going through at that very
moment.
Chaos didn’t bother resisting a chuckle, “Been near
any alcohol, Miss Vectra? I know that's a nice pastime of
yours.”
“Not that I....” Opera caught herself suddenly, and
drew in a deep breath before continuing, “That....that
is....no.”
Chaos laughed easily and drew in closer to her,
ever so slightly and Chaos could seen the hairs on Opera’s skin
raise, “Are you scared of me, Opera Vectra?”
“No, I'm
just....” Opera darted her eyes everywhere around the room, and drew
in another breath before matching the gaze back with Chaos,
“Confused....”
Smirking, Chaos took a look over his shoulder
at the battle with Anko and the archbishop, but not caring what
happened in the final outcome. Chaos slowly turned his head back to
the woman in front of him, the smirk rising on his face, “Confused?
That sounds awfully familiar... I'm sure you are confused over many
things right now, Miss Vectra. One of them perhaps being a teacher
of yours...?”
Chaos nearly winked as he said it, and whatever
color was left on Opera’s face just faded away, “How....what....you
couldn't possibly....I...” She paused a moment, holding her breath
in place, “...I don't even KNOW you! How do you....”
Chaos
chuckled carelessly, and took another couple steps towards her, and
Opera matched his steps, and the two of them both knew that they
were close to the wall of the sphere, “Miss Vectra, no need to worry
about that now.” Chaos began chuckling again, “All you are concerned
about right now is your 'dear Ern,' am I right?”
Opera took
another step back, her three eyes now completely wide with fear, and
Chaos heard a hint of panic in her voice, “O-of course! But....damn
it, tell me how you know that! I don't remem....”
Opera
gasped, losing all breath from her lungs as she stared up at Chaos.
He laughed, and looked down at her, baring the whites of his teeth
as his lip twitched upwards, “Do you not remember what, Miss Vectra?
Walking into a Fudge Shop, perhaps?”
Opera completely froze,
her body rigid and the twitch on Chaos’ face grew.
“…You were
there…?”
Chaos was beside himself, keeping the deadly smirk
on his face, “A demon knows all, Miss Vectra. Tell me... is
chocolate your thing? Have you tried it out with 'dear Ern'?” he
chuckled, closing his eyes a moment, “Or is it just reserved to men
you barely have known twelve hours?”
Opera lost all color she
had regained on her face, and started to turn somewhat green. She
remained silent, her eyes wide, watching Chaos’ every
move.
Chaos stepped further, and now had Opera pressed right
up against the wall of the sphere, and he grinned manically,
“Chocolate ice cream, perhaps?”
“I....I....who are you? How
do you know this? What do you know that I don't?”
Opera tried
to keep her voice as steady as she possibly could, but failed. Chaos
kept the grin plastered on his face, and lifted his left arm, and
put his palm onto the wall just above where Opera’s head was,
keeping his entire arm straight. He leaned in onto his arm, watching
the fear on Opera’s face grow, “Did 'dear Ern' like his ice cream?
Chocolate or strawberry? Or was he too busy in his study, or running
away from you, Miss Vectra?”
A dangerous smirk crossed Chaos’
face, and opera went completely rigid, “What the hell would you know
about him?” She stared Chaos in the eyes, “Or me? You don't know
anything about me!”
The smirk grew wider, “Only that you will
end up alone, Miss Vectra...?” Chaos let the smirk drop, and changed
to a fake concern, “Surely now, you cannot under estimate
me.”
Her eyes narrowed at Chaos, trying to muster all the
courage she could find, “....You're full of it. You don't know one
damn thing about me or where I'll end up, let alone who
with.”
Snickering softly to himself, Chaos brought his face
down to Opera’s, close enough that the two now breathed the same
air. Chaos remarked softly, “What else do you recall from yesterday?
Or the night before? Enlighten me, I am curious to know.”
She
kept her eyes narrow, and she tightened her jaw at the demon
towering over her, “That's none of your damn business. What the hell
gives you the right to pry into my private life?”
Cackling,
Chaos brought up his right hand to opera’s eyes, circling his
calloused fingers in front of her face, and she watched them warily,
“Are you scared of what could have happened?”
Opera tried to
hide her emotions, but Chaos saw right through her, “I-I have
nothing to be afraid
of!”
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CONTINUED...
As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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“Well
then…” Chaos brought the knuckle of his index finger to Opera’s
cheek, brush it gently and everything inside Opera just froze up,
“So why the stammer in your speech? The fear in your eyes? The
shaking of your body and the rapid beat of your heart? What
happened, Miss Vectra, that scares you so?”
Opera desperately
tried to look like she was brave, that she was not completely losing
herself to Chaos, but her voice gave herself away, “Look around us
if you want the answer to that!” She said, her voice failing her,
“This isn't the safest of places, you know! Even you must realize
that!”
Chuckling, Chaos extended his right index finger, and
traced the skin of Opera’s jawbone to her chin, and he could feel
her shudder under his touch, “That is not what scares you, Miss
Vectra.” Chaos smiled, a tiny growl escaping his throat, “Both you
and I know that.”
“You know nothing. NOTHING.” She glared at
Chaos, momentarily forgetting that he still had his finger on her
face.
Chaos combined his index finger with his middle, and
traced the contours of Opera’s chin, and down her throat, stopping
in the middle, “I see.” He chuckled, feeling the vibration in
Opera’s throat, “But what does a certain Vincent Valentine
know?”
Opera started to tremble at Chaos’ touch, too frozen
to move and too scared to push the demon away from her. Opera
struggled to breath, her eyes darting all over Chaos,
“He....he....that is....that's none of your business!” She regained
her composure momentarily, “You don't know....you
couldn't....”
Chaos looked at Opera’s throat. Her muscle
curved around her neck, and Chaos could feel Opera trying to swallow
the lump in her throat. He used the tips of his index and middle
finger to trace down the rest of opera’s throat, stopping right at
her voice box, where her collar bones met, “I can hear your heart
beat from here...”
Opera’s eyes grew wide, and Chaos couldn’t
help but chuckle. He looked directly up into Opera’s face, keeping
his fingers in her neck, a grin forming back onto his lips, he
added, “You enjoyed it, did you not?”
“Enjoyed what?” Opera
replied coldly, “I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking
about.”
Chaos traced his fingers back slowly, to where
Opera’s neck and shoulder met, “Your lovely day with a certain man.
Have you not noticed the rose in your hair?”
“My....the
what?” Opera reached up with her right hand, swallowing another lump
in her throat, and felt the flower in her hair, “Oh
my....”
With shaking hands, Opera removed the flower from her
hair, taking some strands of her own hair with it. She looked down
at the flower, her hands shaking too much for her to have any
control over herself, “How did I....what the?”
Chaos now
switched to the knuckles of his index and middle finger, using the
entire top of his two fingers to brush his way back up to Opera’s
cheek, and he felt her shudder, the hair standing on end on her bare
skin, “Now, Miss Vectra, do I know nothing, or a lot more of you
than you originally thought?” Chaos snickered, and seemed to shake
his head somewhat, “Would 'dear Ern' enjoy that flower in your hair?
Or would a Vincent Valentine find it more attractive?”
Opera
was now visibly shaking under Chaos’ touch, and she whimpered, “What
do you know? Tell me what you know!” A choked sound escaped her
throat, and she couldn’t stop shaking, “Why do
you....how....”
Chaos brought his knuckles back down the
curves of Opera’s throat, this time adding a slight more pressure
into his hand, and smiled at her, “Close your eyes, and try
real hard to remember yesterday and the night before.
Enlighten me.”
Opera obeyed his command, her breath
completely uneven and she gasped for air, trembling, “Why are you
doing this....if you know that much about me, you must already know
that I don't remember....anything.”
She started to make small
sobbing noises, and Chaos was beside himself, flashing off a
smile.
Chaos brought his knuckles back up to Opera’s cheek as
slow as he could, and tipped her face up, as she kept her eyes
closed, “What thrilled you more, Opera Vectra?” Chaos asked, “Your
moments with 'dear Ern' or your moment with Vincent
Valentine?”
Opera’s eyes shot open, and revealed that they
were completely filled with tears, and had a fury Chaos has seen one
too many times, “How dare you ask me that?!” She snapped at the
demon, “What the hell makes you think you have the
right?”
Chaos smiled, and opened his right hand entirely,
bring his hand to the back of Opera’s neck, and cupped the bottom of
her head, feeling her soft hair in between his finger tips, “I am
asking you a simply question, Miss Vectra. No need to be so
defensive....” Chaos’ smile grew, “…is it Vincent Valentine? Why the
rage? Surely, your heart and mind are betraying
you.”
“No....NO! That's not it at all!” Chaos noticed her
breathing was faster, “You're wrong! You....you've overstepped your
bounds! Prying into my private business....I don't even know you!
You have no right!”
His lips curled upwards, and Chaos gently
ruffled the back of Opera’s hair, “My, I never expected a woman such
as yourself, who shows herself in such a.... glamorous fashion to be
so defensive.”
If looks could kill, Chaos knew he would be
dead thousands of times over. Opera growled at Chaos, and said in a
dangerously low voice, “I'll dress however I damn well please. It's
not up to you or anyone else.”
He moved his hand now, and
cupped the side of Opera’s throat, his thumb right where her
windpipe was, “I am sorry if I have offended you, Miss Vectra,”
Chaos lowered his head closer to Opera’s now, and he whispered,
“But, I think both you and I know what happened the night before
last...”
“....Yes. Yes we do. I fought alongside the man you
referred to earlier, Vincent Valentine, in a city that was under
attack. And that's all.” She said, barely audible, “It has to
be....”
Chaos smiled easily, “I meant after that, Miss
Vectra. Do you remember waking up?”
Opera took in a sharp
intake of breath, shuddering under his hand, “I....I'm not sure if I
got any sleep, to be honest.”
Cackling, Chaos brought his own
face back just a touch, and moved his right thumb onto Opera’s
cheek, “And why is that?”
She took a hard swallow, another
lump stuck in her throat, “Because....I think we may have been
warped to the next location before we had the chance to get any
rest.”
Chaos let the grin on his face shine, “Oh really?” he
began, “I know the other contestants were warped in the morning...
are you a special case, Miss Vectra, to have been warped at
night?”
Opera involuntarily gasped, her entire body shaking
awfully, “I....that is....I remember that we kept going until
morning....f-fighting, that is!”
Chaos moved his thumb back
onto Opera’s throat, and firmed his grip up the slightest, “Who were
you fighting, Miss Vectra? Some lowly soldiers? A powerful noble?
Behind an alley? Or a tree?”
She looked painfully ill, and
her face was swept in a pale green, “....Soldiers. Snipers. On a
city street. Littered with bodies.”
Chaos firmed his hand
slightly tighter, applying most of the pressure on his thumb, which
was placed in the middle of Opera’s throat, “All night
long?”
Fear crept into all three eyes, “Yes. All night long.”
Slightly braver, she spoke up again, looking Chaos directly in the
eye, “Isn't that what I just said? If you can hear my heartbeat,
then how did you miss what I said quite clearly a moment
ago?”
She shot daggers at him with her glare, and Chaos
snickered softly, applying more pressure to her throat, “You were
not engaged with battle with Kashell? Surely, that is where all the
other contestants were...”
She trembled slightly, replying to
Chaos, “I....I don't know who this Kashell is, but I know I was not
battling with him. I was out in the city with Vincent,
battling.”
A moment paused before she tried to take a deep
breath, but the grip Chaos had on her neck prevented her from doing
so, “Let go of me, please.”
Chaos stared Opera directly in
the eye, and did not let up the hold on her throat, “Daisetsu
ordered all to meet him. Surely, you would not want to go against
his wish...? Unless you were already 'involved' of
course...”
Opera looked at Chaos with great fear, and she
barely spoke up, fear encircling her entire body,
“Sometimes....sometimes you can't avoid going against someone else's
wishes. Sometimes, despite what you know you have to
do....circumstances keep you from doing so.”
The dangerous
smile returned to Chaos’ face, and the grip on Opera’s throat
tightened, causing her to involuntarily gasp, “For your own
interests, or others?”
Her eyes completely wide with fear,
“Does....does it matter?” She began, struggling from air that Chaos
was preventing her from, “We can't always control our situations, no
matter what we do.”
Enough,
Chaos!!
Feeling as though he was just knocked in the head
from behind, Chaos let go on Opera’s throat, and stepped back away
from the woman, his entire head spinning, everything turning
upside-down, “Ugggggh…”
-*-*-*
As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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The Night Beckons...
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In this entry....
-Since I'm
sure Kyo has more important things to write , here it is. I pulled an all-nighter to get this out (plus
play some Master of Magic, heh) so don't expect too
much. -Aftermath of the battle; Mal'Ganis, wounded, holds up his
end of the bargain.
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Mal'Ganis's mental control was
nearly flawless. The frozen Instant he and Jun were in seemed to
exist outside of Time. He could see the other mortals in the chamber
around him, now still; frozen in whatever pose they were in at the
time... Alma screaming, Testament, the gear, frowning in
concentration; Chipp a state somewhere between his own mortal fear
and his desire to prove himself; his jaw set, but eyes
weak.
"It is truly something, is it not?" Mal'Ganis murmured,
waiting for Jun to make the first move.
"Your control is
admirable," she replied, a half-second before her legs blurred into
motion. "...but does it weaken you, having your mind maintain
it?"
He stepped forward, parrying Jun's opening, weak;
knife-slash with the flat of his right blade. "Not at all." With
only a sharp breath he lunged, slashing toward Jun's legs; she
backflipped easily over it, landing on her knuckles; handspringing
back in the next fluid motion, kicking toward Mal'Ganis's jaw. The
demon ducked, spinning into her to batter the ninja with his wings;
but Jun, still on her hands; propelled herself upward, spinning
around in the air to land on her feet, narrowly dodging the stiff
wing attack.
Mal'Ganis nodded in approval, releasing one hand
on the grip of his twinblade to project a Finger of Death at
Jun, who closed her eyes, and let Genbu deflect the deadly ray. Red
energy crackled against Jun's greenish-blue barrier, but the avatar
won easily enough; and the spell faded. The Dreadlord nodded again
and attacked, swiping toward the ninja's neck, forcing her to duck;
and then delivering a sharp heel kick with his hooves to where she
had to be-- Jun still managed to block, although she was
pushed back eight feet, finally digging in to stop her slide
backward on the smooth floor.
"First to you," she said,
approvingly. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."
"Indeed
not."
"My turn now?"
"Go right ahead."
Jun
smiled, then threw one of her kunai at Mal'Ganis; who casually
tilted his head to the right, and the knife flew past. As he turned
his head to watch it Jun struck with dazzling speed, striking
Mal'Ganis in the gut with her knee, jumping around behind him to
deliver a heelkick to the back of his head; but Mal'Ganis ducked the
acrobatic attack and the followup axekick, raising his wings to slap
aside the woman's descending leg. Jun, however; used the height of
her spring to stomp hard onto the Dreadlord's back, who growled and
swung around with his twinblade at Jun's legs; but she easily
evaded.
For what was presumably dramatic effect she closed
her eyes and chanted a few words in An'ven; before jumping-- now
hovering-- in the air, gathering energy into herself. Almost before
Mal'Ganis could prepare a defense her eyes flew open, launching a
spray of hundreds of mystical kunai toward him, but the Nathrezim
had seen this technique before; and was ready when he saw Jun
prepare.
He raised his hands just as the first glittering
projectiles neared....
And stopped. Seemingly one by one each
knife halted in midair, some literal inches from their target. When
the entire spray had thus stopped, Mal'Ganis leisurely took one,
ignoring the magical spark it shot off at being touched, and then
waved his hand; and every one shattered.
"You're too
predictable, my love," he mocked, "...you should know better than to
use techniques I've seen before."
Jun half-smiled, crouching
forward. "I've seen most of your moves, too, Mal'Ganis."
But
the Dreadlord shook his head. "That would be where you're mistaken,
Lady Jun. You see... I deliberately hid my true strengths during the
earlier fights. To reveal what I could do would be to betray a
weakness to those who knew how to exploit it. Instead I ignored most
of them... only fighting when I had to, and then using different
weapons, psychic attacks... and so on. Jun... you will be the first
mortal to see the true power of a Greater Nathrezim."
"Sounds
like fun, Mal'Ganis." Smiling again, she tossed aside her kunai and
carefully removed her ninja's mask.
"What is
this?"
"If you're going to take this seriously, Mal'Ganis,"
she replied, voice as cold as his; "...then I will
too."
---
Mal'Ganis the Desecrater jumped high toward
Jun, feinting with a downward slash which Jun predictably
sidestepped, seeming to vanish and reappear behind him; so fast did
she move. She jabbed with her elbow toward Mal'Ganis's head, and the
Nathrezim narrowly ducked; Jun cartwheeled over Mal'Ganis, landing
cleanly in front of him; and struck him in the face with a surprise
palm strike; and he staggered back in pain. The martial artist
snapped a kick forward at her opponent's head; but Mal'Ganis
sidestepped, reaching out with tremendous speed himself to grab her
leg....
And missed completely as Jun hopped back on her left
leg, dropping down in the same motion to sweep down Mal'Ganis; but
he aggressively kicked her leg out of the way, aiming for the knee;
and Jun barely managed to turn her sweep aside, sparing a
potentially serious injury. As she rose she shot forward with a
flurry of jabs toward Mal'Ganis, who stopped each one with his
hands, though barely; the Dreadlord was agile, but couldn't hope to
match Jun's speed. The martial artist darted around her foe again,
but this time Mal'Ganis reached out with his leg to sweep her, and
as Jun fell freed his right hand, grabbing her around the waist, and
with a burst of strength flipped her straight up. The ninja flipped
repeatedly through the air before finally landing on her feet; but
Mal'Ganis had already recovered, and thrust forward with his
twinblade, aiming for the back of Jun's neck before she could even
stand....
"Point." he said softly, resting the tip of the
right blade on the back of her neck; and she shivered at the feel of
cold metal on heated skin.
"If you're keeping score, you
should know that I'm technically up by three."
Mal'Ganis's
right eye widened; again in the attempt to emulate raising an
eyebrow. "When did that happen?"
"Oh, here and there, while
you were trying to hit me. Do you want me to start pointing out each
one?" she said, laughing quietly.
"No... no, this is no game,
Jun."
She whirled around; and this time it was she who was
angry. "You don't say? No, this isn't a game. This is a matter of
life and death. I know what you're capable of, and you're holding
back--"
"As are you--"
She stopped, shaking her head.
"I didn't want to do this. I may be... some merciless killer," she
snapped, recalling what Mal'Ganis had said earlier, "...but I only
fight those who legitimately deserve it."
She darted forward,
striking at Mal'Ganis; hitting faster than he could block, scoring a
trio of direct shots on his torso and arms; then finishing the
combination with a potent cyclone-style spin kick; but that
Mal'Ganis evaded, striking at Jun's chest in turn; but she
sidestepped, smashing his elbow with hers; and the Dreadlord winced
in pain.
He sliced in an arc downward with his twinblade, a
blow to, normally; bisect his opponent; but Jun dodged easily,
actually jumping onto the grip with her astounding grace; and
flipped backward, kicking Mal'Ganis in the back of his head with
such force that, had he not dampened the shock with a surge of
mental energy; it would likely have struck him down right
there.
The Dreadlord, realizing he was bested at that point;
unsummoned his twinblade, and extended his claws again. "Tell me.
How much stronger does Genbu make you?"
She blinked. "...it's
hard to say. Why?"
Mal'Ganis raised his left hand, levelling
it at Jun's head. "Can you beat me without him?"
Her eyes
widened. "I--"
"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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Heaven or Hell?
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Just
to say, I'm gonna leave Ky's story now - I feel that yesterday was a
good enough conclusion. I'll write up an ending when it's all over.
Good luck to the finalists!
PS: Stick around when it's all
over, y'all. I have a little... something 
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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The Night Beckons...
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Continued!
---
Twin
rippling blasts of pure psychic energy tore from Mal'Ganis's hand,
smashing into Jun. She screamed as the torrent washed over her;
dampening her aura; wrenching Genbu away from her mind. She dropped
to her knees, shuddering; as the Dreadlord finally allowed the
current to fade.
"W-what," she gasped, "Have you
done?!"
"Nothing... at least, nothing permanent. Once we are
done here, the effects will fade, and you will have your beloved
turtle-god back in your mind." His eyes narrowed. "That is, if you
can defeat me without him."
Jun staggered back up to her
feet, slowly shaking her head. "It... feels... so--"
"You've
been relying on him, haven't you?"
The ninja bridled at that.
"No! It's only that I'm used to calling on him in situations like
these...."
"So in short," Mal'Ganis interrupted, "...you've
been relying on him to fight for you. I did not bare my heart to a
weakling hiding behind a demigod," he said, smirking, "...and I
believe you have power enough to beat me."
Not now,
though... she thought, and Mal'Ganis nodded. "You may be right.
Hmm... now, that's odd. With my increased psychic power and you
without Genbu... it seems you can't keep me out of your head any
longer. Or is it because your legendary discipline is failing
now?"
Jun scowled and dashed forward toward Mal'Ganis,
punching once to feint, then launching into a flurry of kicks and
punches... but Mal'Ganis parried every one lazily, and interrupted
her martial arts clinic with a harsh backhand to her face; and
though Jun began to dodge at the last moment to turn it into an
advantage, as she usually could; she took nearly the full force of
the slap, and fell back, stunned; as a faint trickle of blood
appeared on her lip.
It's true, isn't it? Mal'Ganis
thought to her, telekinetically jerking the ninja to her feet, then
pushing her nearly twenty feet back into the steel-and-stone wall
with a thought. You're no longer a match for me without your
Avatar power.
Jun, shaking her head fiercely; called upon
her aura; and, the crackling energy surrounding her, shimmering in
the air like mirage; struck at the Dreadlord, using a sidekick with
such speed and power it could conceivably have knocked him
unconscious by itself.
The Dreadlord twisted to one side,
grabbed Jun's leg, and whipped her around from his grip on her
ankle; before releasing her, throwing her hard to the floor. She
shook her head, dazed; and jumped back up to her feet, but Mal'Ganis
blasted her back with a wave of pure psychic force, and Jun flew
back, landing roughly on her side.
The Nathrezim stalked
toward her. Are you simply not used to fighting this way? Or are
you really this weak on your own?
The ninja
flipped back up to her feet, but before she stood firm, Mal'Ganis
lifted her off the ground with a psychic hand, holding her in
midair. Answer me.
...I don't know, Mal'Ganis. I-
I... I can't remember not having Genbu to rely on. He fought as a
friend as much as some source of power... helping me, bolstering my
skills... having him gone... it's like some void in my
head.
That's exactly what it is, Jun. Are you aware
that if I had wished I could have killed you now?
Jun
closed her eyes and, with a cry; broke Mal'Ganis's telekinetic hold
with her aura; and throw a kunai toward him to cover for a
blindingly fast charge to take him down. But the Dreadlord flicked
aside the dagger bare-handed and stopped Jun's flying jumpkick with
a high leg check, grabbing her by the arm as she landed and throwing
her to the ground again, judo-style. The martial artist rolled up
and stood again, but when she stepped forward to attack Mal'Ganis
inclined his head, and with that motion a concussive blast of
superhot plasma exploded around Jun; creating an instant crater in
the marble floor and leaving the ninja on her back, gasping for
air.
It's over, Jun. Mal'Ganis pronounced, using
another wave of psychic force to pull the woman up to her
feet.
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head, falling to
her knees. It took the Dreadlord a second to recognize her
expression; she wore it for only a moment. But he, being a demon,
was well-equipped to recognize fear.
She is afraid of me
now. In this frozen gap, created by my mind; I've bested her. Yet...
in any other place I would not have been able to seal away Genbu,
and that marked the turning point in this
battle....
"Jun," he called, as he walked over to her,
and took her in his arms.
"M-mal...."
"...you
win."
"What?" she asked weakly. "When... did I do
that?"
He gently brushed back her dark hair with his left
hand. "It will happen. Genbu spoke to me once I sealed him away from
you, you know."
"Really?" she said quickly, starting to come
around. "What did he say?"
The Dreadlord's iron visage
softened, and he shook his head. "He told me you were holding
back... because you didn't want to hurt me. Despite what I was doing
to you."
"And...?"
"And then he told me just how much
you were holding back."
She laughed at that, then coughed;
and Mal'Ganis released her, wiping the blood off her lip. "So you're
going to help me?"
The demon's stare hardened again. "Only if
you help me, as you said. The souls are mine."
Jun nodded. "I
accept. ...once... once you return us to normal time, Genbu will
return?"
"Yes. We will stay wounded, of course, but the
effect of the seal was dimensional... not temporal. It would take
likely more energy than I have to do that in
Reality."
"Mal'Ganis..." Jun began, and the demon nodded to
her. "...thank you."
He shrugged. "What for?"
"For
everything... I guess. But helping me realize that maybe I-- we--
have been relying on our powers too much. If we fight people like
you who can disable them...."
"Adaptability is a fine mortal
trait," Mal'Ganis said dryly. "I am sure you will cope. ...anyway,"
he added, offering Jun his clawed hand; and she placed hers in it.
"Are you ready to return to 'Reality?'"
"We can't remain here
forever, can we?" she asked, teasingly.
Well.... "No,
I suppose not. Remember... you're about to be hit with a powerful
Holy spell. Dodge to the left."
"Right."
He sighed.
"No, Jun; to your left."
"I know that!"
"...and
Jun?"
"Yes?"
"I do... care about you. I wanted you to
know that."
"...I
know."
"Jun?"
"...yes?"
"Remember. Just this
once. And only because I need your help and the souls to defeat my
enemies. I make no promises to you or your friends beyond
that."
---
"Change of heart?" Shang Tsung asked
silkily, carefully walking around the perimeter of the battleground;
making his way to Mal'Ganis; who had, as he had agreed, was using
his psionic powers to assist Jun in battling the
Archbishop.
"Not really."
"Oh..." replied the
Sorcerer, who vaguely waved toward Jun. "...henpecked,
then?"
"Would you like to resume our duel from earlier?"
Mal'Ganis hissed icily, and Shang Tsung gave his annoyingly-polite
laugh.
"Ha, ha... well, perhaps, although not is not a very
good time for us, is it? Tell me," he said, voice losing a touch of
its smooth edge, "...what did she offer you?"
"The SOULS.
What else?"
Tsung crossed his arms, nodding toward the
Archbishop. "That is fine, however; I have already claimed the souls
of the old man and, if need be, Anko." He glanced sidelong at
Mal'Ganis. "...you've felt it too, have you not?"
The
Dreadlord projected a Carrion Swarm at the Archbishop, a few
of the scourge actually piercing through the layers of magical
defense the cleric had erected; although they were too weak to hurt
him noticeably. "The old mor-- yes, I have. He is radiating far too
much magical power for any mortal, let alone one his
age."
"Precisely," the nobleman replied. "Which, to the
logical mind, leaves one conclusion. The 'Archbishop' is not such at
all, and likely not even a mortal, though perhaps an extraordinary
An'ven. In any event... his soul is mine."
Mal'Ganis
shrugged. "I have claimed all the rest. Quantity over quality, I
suppose; is how I will have to satisfy my hunger. But when there are
so many, it seems fair enough."
"Then we are
agreed?"
The Dreadlord finally nodded. "Agreed. 'Quantity
over quality'... that was the plan originally, wasn't
it?"
They shook hands. The Deadly Alliance lived
anew.
But not for long.
Until we both get what we
need, demon.
Fair enough.
Good
luck.
"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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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Hisame Shizumaru - 6:1
"When this is
over, Shizumaru... come find me again."
His wings beating
to keep him aloft in the air, Shizumaru stared blankly at the sight
beheld before him. Where once the young girl who had so kindly
befriended him had fallen, gravely injured - blood staining the
delicate dress she wore - now, it was the angel that she had been so
fearful of. Right before him. His hand clenched around his umbrella,
but no emotion registered in his heart; no thought in his mind -
"When this is over...
Nothing. His mind
remained blank and devoid.
...
Shizumaru...
"Ameki!!" the cry of Chipp Zanuff caught his
attention, and he turned his head towards the American ninja. "You
bastard, what did you do to Shizu-sensei?! Get out of his body!!"
His heart filled with unsurmountable rage, he leapt at Shizumaru,
hovering the air, still transfixed on Altima, focused on nothing
else -
- so Chipp did get a bit of a shock to slam into the
receiving end of the umbrella when he hadn't been expecting it. He
fell to the floor, sputtering a string of curses, but when he turned
up to target on the young man above him - he wasn't there to target.
"Ameki, you piece of shit - when I get my hands on you, you'll feel
every single bit of pain that you caused to Shizumaru-sensei when
you changed his body!! I won't forgive you for it!" Finally, he
spotted the demonic body, slowly drifting towards Altima. "Oh, no
you don't, get back here - "
Shizumaru turned his eyes
towards him.
"Gomen nasai."
Gently, he held out
his hand, and Chipp was completely confused as to what he was doing
- until he saw a bit of storm cloud gather above him inexplicably -
beginning to rain, even. "What the fuck?! What in the name of Zen is
going on here?!" He turned to Shizumaru angrily, pausing to stop
every time a raindrop fell onto his face. "You - what did you do?? I
know Shizumaru-sensei couldn'tve - "
"Ameki," the
young man closed his eyes softly. "'Sweet rain spirit' is
what the name means. Hisame Ameki... sweet rain spirit of the
scarlet storm. His name is rather attractive in its own way...
much more so than my own, ne? Mine is the name of a man of the
sword..." he trailed off into his own musings, his gaze utterly
locked on Altima. "My real name was Minazuki Kakunoshin, or so my
dreams say. I suppose my mother thought I was to be an artist, by
what that means..."
He fell silent again, and Chipp
facepalmed, a veritable shower drenching his hair.
"...
Ameki," Shizumaru murmured. "I certainly hear you; I am not ignoring
you. Do you sense what is trying to draw you out - what has drawn
Zalera, the Angel of Death, out of the Marquis Elmdor? It is pulling
on your life, Ameki. She who stands before us... Altima..." His eyes
continued to stare blankly as he caught himself in soliloquy. "The
Bloody Angel. She fears it as much as I do you. She is not alone in
such agony because of our parallel fears."
He was silent for
the moment, seeing Altima and Anko do battle against one another,
angel against angel. He watched quietly as the two dove at one
another; the twin blades of Anko slashing furiously, while Altima's
daggers countered calmly and accurately. Both were drifting as if
feathers on wind, seamlessly. So much power fluctuated in the room,
fueled forward by the duel in front of his eyes that stared blankly
at them.
"When this is over, Shizumaru... come find me
again."
Even though the fighting before him was
breathtaking, he felt no fear because of it - perhaps, simply,
because they were angels? Anko shot up into the air, propelled by
her lovely wings, and took a nosedive toward Altima while crossing
her blades in front of her - but Altima drifted out of the way
soundlessly, and Anko's blades hit the ground. The angel, with her
dead eyes, solemnly looked up at Altima, and with no change in
countenance, threw open her arms and let her head loll backwards on
her shoulders.
"Blood of the damned, assail thine enemy!
Dreamless Slumber!!"
Bursts of light shot from Anko's
body, and Altima's eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction. From those
rays, thin, subtle streams of blood poured out - but they flew
immediately to her outstretched palms, gathering into small orbs.
The lights suddenly died out, and Anko's hands fell into a sort of
dance, twisting and turning, balancing the orbs of blood between
them until she snapped her fingers - the orbs exploded, and at the
apogee of the burst, the droplets of blood stood suspended in midair
until they all surrounded Altima, falling on her and burning the
skin wherever it managed to hit. Altima muttered something
(Shizumaru couldn't hear it), and covered herself with her wings -
one draped in front, the other protecting her back. Quickly, she
opened her wingspan, dissapating the drops of blood. A single
droplet remained on her finger, and she observed it closely - before
bringing the finger to her lips and taking a taste of that
blood.
Shizumaru was able to hear Altima's whisper this time:
"... sour."
He himself said nothing, though, lost in
his own thoughts once again. Intruding on the battle would be rather
futile - it was plainly obvious that Altima needed no serious help
in handling Anko for the moment, and she would not be distracted
from her fight. So for the time being, he did
nothing.
Shizumaru -
Ameki, I know it hurts - her summon holds
fast...
You could not imagine how
painful it is. Please, just for a moment, to relieve the pain
-
I cannot risk setting you free. Remember what
happened with Kotetsu?
That was
euthanasia; this is different.
... even so, I shall
not -
Because you think that I would
kill her? And in doing so, kill the soul of the girl you are so fond
of? I'm not stupid; it really is not hard to figure out the way
minds work. I am only asking for a brief moment, please, Shizumaru -
I have to - it HURTS -
Ameki, no - no, I
mustn't!!
He gripped his head in anguish, and his body
curled up in pain. I will not relinquish to you now! I - I do not
want to hurt her!!
"When this is over, Shizumaru... come find
me again."
Shizumaru's jaw clenched under the stress of
Ameki - wrenching his mind open, unlocking memories, sending surges
of pain through him. The memories were not painful, but the rush at
which they poured forth made him dizzy - and Ameki would poke at his
soul just like a voodoo doll, hurting his body in the exact spots he
touched - let me go free let me go let me
go LET ME GO -
I will not let you hurt her,
Ameki!!
In his fury, angry tears fell from his eyes. His
grip on his umbrella, Kirisame, tightened further still, his wings
beat furiously, and the eyes from which his tears fell from - they
shone with a horrible malice and fire. His heart beat rapidly,
intense with emotion, his breath was heavy and slow; his teeth were
bared; all in the outrage he felt in the moment
-
Alma-san, I will find you
again!!
...
"When this is over, Shizumaru... come find
me again."
"... come find me again."
"... find me
again."
"... find me..."
"...
me..."
--
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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Blade of Vengeance
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"...I'm being rained upon. RAINED upon. Of all the shit.
Of getting my ass kicked by evil psycho ninjas, of having to take on
evil psycho bitch twins and evil psycho psuedo-angels and other evil
psycho things. Of having to contend with being transported, against
my will, to another planet--a quite evil, psycho planet--to contend
against several evil, psycho people for a once-in-a-lifetime chance,
to lose that shit, to finally come to the end anyway, be forced to
see my master claimed by evil psychoness and fail to do a thing--and
the last challenge I face is to be rained upon. Of all the shit."
Force crackled about him, for just an instant. "You know what, you
little biznatch?" He gave the oni a vigorous thumbs-down; it
didn't seem to notice. "SUCK! I'm unlocking my special shit for
you!"
Chipp, wait, that might not be
Ameki in control--
But I think we all know by now
that Chipp isn't one to wait, don't we?
All five crackninja
leaped in. All five were knocked back. Again, each attacking with an
insane fury that the eye couldn't
see (slashthruststabSenshuupunchflipkickBetabradeRoman cancelBankiMessaipalmstrikeelbowshurikenRomancance lbackhandResshojumpkick--) each
deflected almost casually by the thing, even with that slightly
distracted look on his face. In and out, the five swirling around
the swordsman, a black tornado fighting with all his might against
the scarlet storm.
And not doing a damn thing.
Of
all the improvement I've made, is the difference that much, that he
can tap me--all 5 of me--without even trying? This is gonna be an
uphill battle... "You bastard, let the kid go NOW or I
swear--"
CHIPP!
What, what? Dammit, I'm
in the middle of forcefully purging Ameki from Shizu's
body--
That's not Ameki in control you
numbnuts--calm the HELL down! (Chipp coiling his legs,
about to rush back into the fray) Weren't
you LISTENING to that weird psuedo-soliloquy shit he was
doing?
So....lily... w-what?
Wow. You're a dumbass.
And you're a
voice in my Buddha-damned head--
SHIZUMARU IS HOLDING AMEKI BACK YOU BRAINDEAD MENTAL
CASE! And I don't think trying to whup his ass is helping
any!
He....is?
MENTAL REWIND
quote:
Shizumaru turned his eyes towards him.
"Gomen
nasai."
First of all, why the
hell do you think he'd care enough to apologize for ramming his
umbrella into you!? Come to that, if he's a demon, why didn't he try
to gut you with his nodachi?
quote:
"Ameki," the young man closed his eyes softly. "'Sweet
rain spirit' is what the name means. Hisame Ameki... sweet
rain spirit of the scarlet storm. His name is rather
attractive in its own way... much more so than my own, ne? Mine is
the name of a man of the sword..." he trailed off into his own
musings, his gaze utterly locked on Altima. "My real name was
Minazuki Kakunoshin, or so my dreams say. I suppose my mother
thought I was to be an artist, by what that means..."
Note the use of "he"
and "his" when referring to Ameki--you do know how personal pronouns
work, right? The implication, therefore, is that if he is referring
to Ameki, it must not be Ameki at the helm.
Well,
yeah, but--
quote:
"... Ameki," Shizumaru murmured. "I certainly hear you; I am not
ignoring you. Do you sense what is trying to draw you out - what
has drawn Zalera, the Angel of Death, out of the Marquis Elmdor?
It is pulling on your life, Ameki. She who stands before us...
Altima..." His eyes continued to stare blankly as he caught
himself in soliloquy. "The Bloody Angel. She fears it as much as I
do you. She is not alone in such agony because of our parallel
fears."
Note that now he's
addressing Ameki directly. Again, thanks to the prodigious use of
pronouns, it becomes clear that IT IS NOT AMEKI holding the reins.
If you had slowed your roll a bit, and not leaped at him right
there--
I GET IT DEMMIT! But... then.... how do I help
Shizu? What can I do? Seeing him gripping his head, curling up,
some shock seeming to ripple across his form, Chipp seethed (the
rain still falling on his head). Even if it's not Ameki in
control, he's hurting Shizu, but I can't just dive down his throat
and rip the bastard out... Shizu's whole body was now in
protest, the pain twisting and contorting him, wrenching tears from
his eyes. Moans of anguish escaped his lips as he burned, resisting
with all his effort--
--and then he opened his eyes. And the
rage burning there was enough to dump a bucket of cold water on all
Chipp's plans. He took maybe two steps back before arresting his
movement--a ninja gives no ground--but that didn't stop his heart
from racing.
Ummm... maybe I'll go fight Mr. Archbishop
over there, he seems a little less dangerous...
Do you, like, have a deathwish or
something?
No, but what can I do? I'm not gonna sit
here and be useless! ....but... what can I...
Thus we
find our favorite crackninja, for one of the few times in his life,
totally paralyzed.
You can imagine how he hated
it.
---
In case it's not clear, Chipp attacked while
Shizu was soliloquating (prolly not a word) but before Ameki started
stepping up his mental assault-toward the middle of Carly's post,
this would be.
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase Six (Determination): The Wings of
Change
It was as though Heaven and Hell were themselves
at war within the Collection, the souls swirling across the walls
becoming more and more chaotic as the battle raged on. Mint had
joined in the battle that raged against the Archbishop, adding her
spells to the cause of breaking the man's seemingly impenetrable
barrier and using the demons and spirits he called forth to
replenish her magic power when she ran low. But deep inside, past
the battle that raged onwards, she was slowly cracking under the
strain of everything that happening...
Shizumaru is that
demon now, that 'Ameki'... and Alma turned into a angel, and I can
get that, but why does she radiate such darkness? And other people
are changing into other creatures, faster than I can keep up with,
and it's all so crazy, and how am I suppose to stand against all
this? I'm just a princess! I haven't got some sort of mystical
energy powering me like they do...
But, you do,
really.
What? Mint had felt the voices of others in
her mind enough times before to know that this wasn't another's
thoughts; it was her own, but distorted, different.
You
were infused with the very power of the Book of Cosmos, and yet you
still do not tap it's power?
I use it's power all the
time! It powers my greatest spells, but those spells aren't going to
be enough here!
The power of your spells may not be great
enough, but you still don't tap the full potential of the Book of
Cosmos. The Book's true power, you should know... Why do they call
your land the East Heaven Kingdom?
Because of the legend,
that says that a long time ago, a great angel brought peace and
serenity to the land. Food was plentiful, life was pleasant, and
everybody was happy. Is there a point to this? Even in her mind,
Mint maintained a sarcastic tone as she said this. Do you have a
point?
Where would such an angel come from? Did it just
magically appear one day? Or was it, perhaps, an Aeon, who had
gifted himself with wings and power to better serve his people? And
wouldn't he place this power into an artifact, as all Aeons
did?
The Book of Cosmos... You mean, with the power of
Cosmos, I could become an angel myself, with enough power to stand
up to the others?
Yes. Before, this would not have been
possible, but now, between the power of Cosmos that lies within you,
and the shards of Dewprism that you hold in your hands... You can
unleash the true power of Atenacius, the Winged Aeon! This is your
potential, why you were chosen for this!
...Alright,
then. I had better not keep my potential
waiting.
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The entire exchange had taken only a
moment of the battle, and when Mint came back to reality, she found
herself about to be struck by a great beam of energy, it's power
directed by the hands of the Archbishop. "Whoa! Purple, Wide,
Mirror!" A silver barrier appeared in front of the young
princess, it's mirror-like surface deflecting the beam back towards
it's source. With a sound of crackling energy, the beam dissipated
against the Archbishop's barrier, reducing it in size a little bit
more.
The Archbishop's voice echoed through the chamber.
"Fools! Do you really think you stand a chance against one such as
me? The Heavens themselves bow before me as I approach, their power
as nothing when compared to my own!"
Mint laughed. "The only
reason anyone would bow to you is to deliver a swift punch to your
groin, you old [expletive]! Your power is nothing, your reign is
nothing, and soon you'll be nothing but a smear to wipe off my
rings! You now face the power of the Aeons! White! Cosmic!
Angelic!"
The red-haired princess fell to her knees, a
cry of pain escaping her lips as two beams of brilliant white light
erupted from her back. cutting through her vest to create
symmetrical gaps in the material. As the light lowered in intensity,
it began to form the shape of large angelic wings that covered
Mint's back. With a final flash, they took form, white feathers
gleaming in the darkness of the chamber. Slowly, Mint got to her
feet, and looking around slowly, she smiled.
With a great
flap of her wings, the young princess was airborne, her eyes wide
with wonder and astonishment. I... I can't believe I'm flying...
It's... it's... It's so cool! Searching around quickly, she saw
the Archbishop's thrall Anko battling against an angel clad in blood
red. The angel that Alma turned into... I can feel the darkness
coursing from her being all the more now. She'll kill that girl, and
her only crime is being under that [expletive]'s spell! I have to
stop her!
Pulling out her rings, she dove down between
the battling angels, calling out her spell as she flew. "White,
Hyper, Divine Ray!" Beams of white energy fell from the
ceiling and struck Anko and Altima, piercing their flesh and holding
them still. A moment passed before the beams exploded with a great
light, throwing the two angels apart and into opposing
walls.
Mint looked at the damage she had caused with triumph,
until she noticed that the two angels were now staring at her
intently. Altima then spoke, her voice soft and yet audible even
over the distance that seperated them... "Mint... now an Angel,
though you do not yet understand what you have done to yourself...
And you may never get the chance to..."
With that, both
Bloody and Fallen Angel launched themselves towards Mint, intent on
tearing her and each other into ribbons. And as they charged, the
young princess could think of only one thing.
That wasn't
the best idea I ever had, now was it?
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New
Spells Revealed! Mirror - Purple/Wide - A silver energy field
appears in front of Mint for a few seconds, deflecting projectile
attacks in random directions
Divine Ray - White/Hyper
- Energy beams from the sky strike everything around Mint, using up
a great deal of magical energy
Angelic - White/Cosmic
- Mint grows angelic wings and gains major boosts in strength and
speed, as well as the obvious ability to fly.
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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((I
really should have played Vampire Chipp.))
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Li
Mei continues to combat...
The
skeletal warrior continued her assault, spinning around and
attacking again and again at the Archbishop's shield. But, the spell
held strong, and Li Mei's attacks were meaningless.
She could
feel some sort of... tugging, pulling, almost. The borrowed SOULS
within her began seething. Her mortal prison ached with the effort
of keeping her SOULS in her body, but she could not let go. Her
master had commanded her to kill... Soul...
While his
thrall was busy attacking, Shang Tsung lounged back, watching the
battle unfold. After all, he thought to himself, it is by
being uninvolved that new insights can be formed. And... there's
quite a bit to be gained here...
There were quite a few
more demons running around than Shang Tsung had expected. Mal'Ganis,
of course, was offering his support. A bit grudgingly,
though. Some white-haired bishonen had transformed into a demon.
That is to be expected... Zio was getting into the battle.
I wonder if she will 'break a nail' or not... A little cleric
girl had apparently transformed into the epitome of evil, demonic
power. Nothing out of the ordinary. And, of course,
Shizumaru's new form was dealing out indescriminate damage.
That's my work!
Shang Tsung laughed to himself. "Well
well... it seems that my claim of the Archbishop's soul is
well-secured indeed. Demon or mortal or avatar or whatever he may
be, his soul shall be mine!"
Li Mei tried a more brutal move,
using her Flying Fists to push into the shield, then spinning around
with the Klock Kick, her long leg swiping downwards like a scythe
blade. The shield bent even further... But didn't
break.
Shang Tsung was slightly annoyed. "Well... It appears
that Li Mei alone won't be enough to stop this 'Archbishop.' Let's
see... who else is fighting?"
The answer, sadly, was no one.
All of the others seemed to be busy with the girl. The sorcerer then
adjusted his brown gloves. "In that case, I suppose I'll have to get
my hands dirty, as well."
As the SOULS began moving away from
him, Shang Tsung started collecting them again. Another blast.
Another burst of energy. I need more power!
It was
at this moment that the Archbishop fired a beam of light at Li Mei.
The skeleton dodged, and Shang Tsung gathered a little more power to
himself.
The beam went wide, heading towards a girl that
Shang Tsung had seen earlier. A few more souls were gathered. Her
eyes widened, and just in time, she murmered a spell, which launched
the bolt back at the Archbishop. A few more SOULS.
Mal'Ganis,
seeing Shang Tsung's plan, launched a Carrion Swarm, hundreds
of vermin rushing out towards the shield. A few more
SOULS.
Li Mei dashed forward, again using her Flying Fists to
rapidly impact the shield. Shang Tsung, his spell ready, launched
SOULS as a beam of energy, intersecting with the Archbishop's blast,
and surrounded by the vermin.
In the midst of all this was Li
Mei, her fists yet striking the shield. The shield held, bent,
twisted... and shattered. The Archbishop's eyes widened, and Li Mei
dashed in, leaping into the air and jumpkicking the Archbishop. He
went flying, and Li Mei followed like the Furies
themselves.
But the religious man was ready for her, and as
she jumped again, he shouted, "Open your mind and receive the
truth... Turn undead!"
Li Mei felt her body turn around, and
she couldn't help herself as she began walking away. That is, until
Shang Tsung stepped in. "Li Mei, kill him!"
Her body froze.
She couldn't disobey her master, but at the same time, her body
refused to do as she wanted. She was paralyzed, and in the time it
took for the Archbishop's spell to wear off, he managed to recreate
his shield again.
For a holy man, he seemed quite vindictive.
"I am going to send you all to eternal torment, may your flesh rot
and your worm never die!"
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
Airships
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Blah,
I gotta go rent a tux (got asked to a prom). Hopefully won't take
long- if I'm not back before the phase ends, you can write some
more, Krizak, and I'll write out my end of what happens in the duel.
^^ Ciao!
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
#1
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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God....oh god....someone please help me! Opera's
skin was drenched in a cold sweat as Chaos held her captive, her
heart hammering and her stomach wrenching. Summoning up all the
courage left within her, she spoke to him again, though she could
barely breathe. "Does....does it matter? We can't always control our
situations, no matter what we do."
Please....oh please,
Tria....anyone....get me out of this!
As if in answer to
her prayer, Chaos abruptly let go of her, stumbling backwards as he
clutched his head in pain. "Ugggh...." A low, agonized groan issued
from his mouth, which had been grinning in twisted satisfaction only
seconds earlier.
Oh god....thank you....whoever is
responsible for this! Opera let her breath out, bringing a
shaking hand to her throat where the demon had been gripping her.
Her heart seemed to have migrated there, beating painfully fast as
she took several gulping breaths, trying to regain her composure.
When Chaos gave no sign of resuming his torment of her,
Opera gathered up her remaining bravery and spoke. "What's wrong?"
she asked, her voice slightly hoarse. He didn't answer her, so she
took a courageous step forward, feeling her strength return to her.
"Not in the mood to torment me anymore? Got a headache?" Her tone
became mocking, and she laughed coldly. "That line is as old as
time."
Instead of answering, Chaos dropped to his knees on
the floor. Before Opera could say another word, there was a white,
blinding flash of light, and she instinctively threw her hands up to
shield her eyes even as she closed them.
A few moments
later, she opened them slightly to see what was going on, and saw
something she didn't expect to see at all.
"...."
It
was Vincent. But he didn't look as she last remembered seeing
him....he was in a cold sweat, hacking his lungs out, seemingly
oblivious to her. Opera's face went stark white, and her jaw dropped
without her even realizing it.
"What....what the?" She took
a few steps backward. "How...." Her knees buckled and she dropped to
the floor.
Vincent didn't reply, just kept coughing, and
brought his head to the ground in an attempt to muffle the sound.
Opera's heart lurched painfully as she watched him, her entire body
shaking visibly.
"....Vincent?" She managed, looking
confused, concerned, and pained all at once. "What are you....what's
wrong? And why...."
Vincent still didn't answer, but his
coughing lessened a bit, and he wrapped his arms around his head,
rocking slightly as he knelt on the floor.
"Vincent!" Opera's
voice raised in pitch, filled with anguish. "Answer me! What is
going on here? I don't....I....I don't understand any of this!" A
strangled cry escaped her lips, and she pressed a hand briefly to
them.
His coughing beginning to slow, Vincent at last managed
a weak reply. "Opera...." His voice was more hoarse than hers had
been after being nearly strangled by the demon, and her heart
twisted painfully in her chest at the torment in
it.
"Vincent, please...." Her voice was choked with raw
emotion. "Tell me what's going on here. I don't get this....any of
this...."
Sighing heavily, Vincent brought his head up to
Opera, making eye contact, even as he continued to pant for air.
"I....Chaos...." His voice trailed off as he began hacking again,
his head dropping once more.
Confusion mingled with concern
again in her eyes as she watched him. "Chaos? What...." She stared
desperately at him, willing this to make some kind of sense, any
sense at all. "Please tell me....tell me what just happened, what
that was! It doesn't make sense!" I....I just don't....please
talk to me....
Struggling visibly, Vincent managed to
stop his coughing, but kept his head down. "Chaos is....a demon
inside....of me...." He seemed to be forcing the words
out.
Opera went very still. What? A WHAT?
But....but....how....why....I.... "A....a what? Vincent,
how....?" Her own voice sounded very far away all of a sudden,
though the sound of Vincent's heavy panting seemed very close....too
close, as the sound of it, of him in pain, made her want to throw
up.
"Chaos put....Hojo....Lucrecia...." Gasping for breath,
Vincent rolled over onto his back. Sweat was pouring down his face,
and he looked tired....no, exhausted.
"Vincent!" Opera
gasped. Still not trusting her legs to carry her, she instead
crawled over to him, her face etched with deep concern and worry.
"You're....you're not making any sense. And what happened to you,
why are you like this?" Her own breathing was tense and ragged as
she stared fearfully down at him. God oh god, please....I can't
stand seeing this....please let him be all
right....
Breathing heavily, Vincent looked up at Opera
with half-lidded eyes. "Chaos is a demon that was put inside of
me....by the scientist....Hojo...." he managed
weakly.
Hojo....who is....and why would anyone do that to
another living being? Is that even possible?! Opera stared
almost blindly back at him, still not comprehending what he was
telling her. "....Oh. I-I see. But...." She bit her lip, partly to
stop it from trembling. "Why? Why did someone do that to you? And
what happened to you right now?" Barely realizing what she was
doing, she instinctively reached out her hand to touch his
face.
"I...." Vincent closed his eyes as Opera's fingers
touched his face. "....couldn't protect....she was
happy...."
What? Who? WHO? Opera's hands trembled as
she continued to stare at him. "Who are you talking about? I don't
understand...."
"Opera....Chaos is my curse for not saving
her...." His voice was filled with pain and
resignation.
"Who, Vincent?" Opera was trying hard not to
cry, her eyes burning with tears and her chest and throat aching
from trying to hold them back. "Who?"
Bringing his hand up to
where Opera's trembling one rested on his cheek, Vincent spoke
again. "....Lucrecia....I...." His voice trailed off, sounding
weaker and more anguished.
So that's why....why he was so
horrified to find himself kissing me....it wasn't me at all....it
was her....he thought he was betraying her, whoever she is. He's so
filled with guilt....I still don't know what exactly happened to do
this to him, but I don't need to. Oh god, Vincent....I'm so
sorry. Opera squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, letting the
tears fall at last. "Vincent, please....if you're too weak, don't
try to talk....let me heal you...." If I can't do anything else,
I at least can ease your physical suffering....let me do that much
for you.
Vincent didn't answer, instead letting his hand
fall from Opera's to the floor, still breathing
heavily.
"Vincent?" Opera's voice rose an octave with panic.
"Please....please be okay!" She let out a choked sob. "Oh
god....I....just give me a moment, and I'll heal you!" She fumbled
blindly for the Kaleidoscope, her vision blurred with the tears that
continued to well up.
"Opera....I....I'm sorry...." Vincent's
tone was one of deep regret, and it pained her further to hear
it.
You didn't do a damn thing wrong! Don't speak to me as
though you did! I don't care about the past.... Opera choked
back another sob, the tears flowing freely down her pale cheeks.
"No....no, you haven't done anything wrong...." Locating the
Kaleidoscope, she switched to the proper setting at last, her
fingers still shaking. "Here....here you go." She pulled the
trigger, and the familiar green energy of the Healing Star streamed
from the barrel of the energy rifle, washing over the both of them.
There....you should be all right now....you better be,
anyway....
As she let the Kaleidoscope clatter to the
floor beside herself, she became aware that Vincent was breathing
more evenly, and she turned to see him open his eyes and squint at
her. "Thank you...." His voice was still hoarse and tinged with
regret, but he sounded stronger now. Opera's lower lip trembled,
feeling tears of relief prick at her
eyes.
"It's....really....you're welcome." She drew a
shuddering breath, then continued. "Don't, don't worry about it."
She attempted vainly to smile.
Vincent closed his eyes and
let out a deep sigh. "What did Chaos do to you....?"
Opera's
breath caught in her throat at the question. How can I possibly
tell....no, I have to. He needs the truth, no matter how painful,
and I can't bring myself to keep it from him. Summoning up her
nerve, she answered him, her voice shaking slightly.
"He....he....just....talked. Tormented me. He kept asking me about
you....about....us." A strangled sound escaped her lips
involuntarily as her own words brought up all-too-familiar images.
"About what I remember....and Ern....he seemed to know more than
either of us do about....yesterday." She bowed her head, her
shoulders shaking with barely contained emotion.
Vincent
sighed, and reached out his hand towards her. "I
apologize...."
Opera didn't move, just let him cover her hand
with his. "How did he know what he did? Why was he here?" Why
wouldn't he tell me anything I need to know?
"I do not
know...." Sighing again, Vincent opened his eyes, looking tired.
Opera let out a small, barely audible cry. "The things he
said....and knew....what if....what if he....if we...." She trailed
off, unable to finish her sentence.
"Opera....he torments
because he can....what he could say may not always be
true...."
But what if it was? I.... Her shoulders
shook again, more violently. "He seemed to know more than he let on,
though....and what he insinuated...." A small sob escaped her,
before she could hold it back. "Neither of us remember anything, you
know that. He could very well have been telling the truth...."
And that's what scared me most about
him.
Vincent slumped a little at her words, and closed
his eyes once more. "I do not know how I can apologize
enough...."
"Vincent, I...." Opera stopped to steady herself,
taking a few breaths. That wasn't him saying those things....I
know it. If I know nothing else, understand nothing else....I at
least have this small consolation.
Taking another
breath, she let herself speak at last. "It wasn't you saying those
things, I know that....you didn't do anything
wrong."
Please believe me, Vincent....don't torture
yourself any more than you already do. You don't deserve
that....
"Chaos took control....it is indeed my fault. I
can never let him take control...." His voice was filled now with
disgust and loathing, both emotions aimed at himself. A vicious pain
stabbed into Opera's heart as she listened to it.
~*~ To be continued....~*~
Go to the
light Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite Ikutsu no
yo ake mo koeteku Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....
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"But,
Vincent...." She let her breath out, hardly aware that she'd been
holding it. "It seems....like you were hurt. And if you were
weakened that much, then....it's like I said to....him....we can't
always control our situations."
Or even ourselves,
sometimes....
Vincent's hand curled up around hers
slightly. "But we should be able to."
Ideally, yes. But no
matter how many shoulds we utter, the world just doesn't always work
that way. Sometimes life just comes and messes up every little plan,
no matter what we do. I'm finally realizing that fully
now.
Opera trembled slightly as his hand tightened around
hers, reminding her of feelings she'd been attempting to forget.
Trying to ignore her pounding heart, she spoke to him again. "But we
can't....we can't control people, or even what kind of situation
we're going to be dumped into. We couldn't control the fact that we
wound up here, could we? If we could always control our
circumstances, we wouldn't have even met."
"...." Coughing
once, Vincent turned his gaze to Opera's. "Has meeting me been that
good of a thing....?" he asked quietly.
Opera met his gaze
with tear-filled eyes. "Vincent....I...." She closed her eyes,
breathing unevenly.
What do I say? How do I feel? He and
I....there are so many things I still need to sort out....still so
much pain and confusion inside me....I don't know what I'm going to
do....and yet....I feel somehow that I needed this....needed to
question myself. No matter how painful the answers....I needed to
take stock of myself. And if I can help ease his pain somewhat, then
it's all worth it....everything.
She opened her eyes
again, looking directly into his. "Vincent, no matter what....I
don't regret meeting you. Honestly." And she meant it.
His
lips curling up ever so slightly, Vincent sat up, removing his hand
from Opera's. "It has been memorable, Miss Vectra....one i will not
forget easily."
Opera shook her head. "No....I won't either."
She laughed weakly. "Ironic, really...."
Vincent looked back
at her, not really understanding her words. "Ironic?"
Opera
smiled shakily. "We have no memory of yesterday, yet we won't easily
forget meeting each other?"
Funny how the universe works
sometimes....
Vincent didn't bother holding back his
smile this time. "....Thank you, Opera."
Opera let herself
smile genuinely back at him, though her eyes were still filled with
tears. "You're welcome, Vincent."
So....where do we go
from here?
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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The
battle between Testament and Dark Zio continued, every bit as fierce
and bloody as the ones going on elsewhere. Dark Zio, though weaker
in terms of raw physical strength, had a considerable advantage in
terms of manueveribility...in addition, she knew all of Testament's
moves. Testament tried a quick horizontal slash, only to have it
blocked by Zio and countered with a low slice. The Gear saw it
coming, though, and leapt over the black blade, shifting into
Gravedigger before Zio could recover. The deranged succubus cried
out in pain as the monstrous wave of blood cut into her, but before
Testament could counter, she had recovered.
"Argh! Raven
Talon!"
With a quick backhand blow, Zio sends three streaks
of crackling black energy out at Testament...but the Gear is able to
block the energy blasts, catching them on his scythe. Testament
crouches, sliding forward with a low kick...but suddenly, Zio is
behind him, slashing into Testament's back with her blade. Testament
staggers forward, spinning around...just in time to Zio rushing
forward, her hand glowing black as she tries to plunge it into
Testament. The Gear is able to sidestep though...and before Zio is
able to launch her next attack, Testament has grabbed her by the
arm. Before she can get free or counter attack, Testament has
started channeling spirits into her. Zio screams in pain as
Testament's summons flow through her and back to Testament, a sort
of feedback loop designed to blow a breaker, to force Zio to 'reset'
as it were. Zio's scream escalates steadily; and as it reachs a
crescendo, Zio's body suddenly flashes with a radiant white light
for an instant...when the light has faded, Zio is back to her old
self, and looking quite confused.
"Ooh, my head.
Testament-sama? What...what...happened...?"
"...you were a
bit out of control. Altima influenced you."
"I...yes...I
remember. Testament-sama, I-I'm sorry!"
"I don't blame you,
Zio. But we must stop Altima!"
"Yes, Testament-sama! She will
pay for manipulating me!"
With that, Testament and Zio, once
again on the same side, turn their attention to the Bloody
Angel...
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 02:21
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The Silver Ogre
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Act VI – Flame and Sin – II
Zalera
spun higher and higher in the cavernous room, carried on the fell
wings that whispered death. He looked down, to where the Archbishop
was locked in combat with the sorcerer Shang Tsung, their wills and
their souls clashing against each other.
“Archbishop, you
have set the table, and I shall gorge myself until I can eat no
more!” He shouted from the skies swooping down toward where the men
fought. Zalera lashed out with his arm, great fleshy violet claws
raking hundreds of souls as he descended, absorbing them into
himself. “These souls, and yours also, belong to
Altima!”
“What are you doing!?” the Archbishop cried, anger
twisting his face even as he projected a mighty beam of holy energy
at Tsung. “I will destroy you as well, most-filthy demon!” His eyes
lit in white as his right hand raised to the sky. “The ecstasy of
apostasy! Holy Light~!” Radiant waves of holy light shot forth from
his fingertips, screaming with pain toward Zalera.
“No…I
think not.” Zalera turned his lipless grin upward, twisting it into
an even more hideous sight. Both Shang Tsung and the Archbishop
watched – the first in interest, the second in shock – as Zalera
held up the dark sword in his hand-
-and the waves of pure
holy energy bent around them, like a light in a giant gravitational
distortion.
“It’s impossib- “ the Archbishop cried out; but
he was taken unaware by the cunning hand of the sorcerer Shang
Tsung. A flaming soul, lit at Tsung’s hand, smashed into the
Archbishop’s barrier, weakening it even more.
Zalera raised
his free hand to reveal a mouth set in his palm that did not cease
to chant blasphemous words. After a moment, its voice rang out, high
and screeching. “On the verge of death!…Nightmare!” A black miasma
rushed towards the archbishop, roiling in darkness like the
tentacles of a phantasmal beast.
“Eye of purity, pierce the
heart of the world!” The Archbishop cried, forged to ignore the
sneer of Shang Tsung, whose hands were glowing with the power of
stolen souls. “Radiant Iris!” Forming what almost looked like a
ninja’s seal with his hands, quickly manipulating his fingers ever
faster, an iris of crackling white energy formed around him, pouring
out a holy mist just as the Zalera’s spell rushed into
range.
“You would do well not to forget about me!” Shang
Tsung’s arms crackled with red energy as he tossed three flaming
skulls, each blazing its way through the holy miasma, absorbing most
of it completely. The Archbishop could do nothing as his field was
cleared away and the Nightmare enshrouded his shield, wavering it
with an extreme evil force. From the inside, the holy clergyman fell
back, as the lifeless faces of countless An’Ven seemed to all look
inward at him, pointing their fingers while uttering but one
word…‘death’.
Shang Tsung only smiled in the darkness,
beckoning more souls to him as if picking apples from a
tree.
The Nightmare spell washed away like a wave of
darkness, and in the breaking of the darkness, the Archbishop’s eyes
widened as he saw the Angel of Death, Zalera, screaming toward him
in the air. “C…come, Holy Lance!” A great spear of white formed in
his hand and rocketed toward the crimson demon. Zalera ignored the
crackling spear of energy as it whistled by him, piercing his
side.
“Your holy powers are not enough for me!” Zalera
laughed in a voice that sounded almost like singing. “Now, taste
this, the sword of nightmares!” His arm reared back, the Forever Sin
gleaming in the light of the millions of souls. “Know the Darkness
and despair! Hellcry Wave!” The Forever Sin slammed with a
floor-shaking impact into the energy shield of the Archbishop,
radiating wave after wave of dark energy.
The eyes of both
the clergyman and Shang Tsung grew wide, as a crack etched its way
down the front of the force shield.
“Deliver us from evil!”
The Archbishop screamed, his miter now knocked from his head, his
hair bristling wildly with holy energy. “Repulsion!” A spherical
field spread from his hands, sending Zalera flying back as the
bubble expanded. With great flaps of his wings, Zalera steadied
himself above the great din of chaos. He raised his grotesque hands
before him, spreading them wide. His voice cried out, in its smooth
tenor. “Suck away the spirits!” What appeared to be a great runic
portal appeared before him, glowing with a pale light, “Seal!” At
the completion of the incantation, the dim runes became bright, and
the walls of the chamber erupted into activity, as hundreds, even
thousands of souls were ripped from their places to the mouth of the
demonic circle. Passing through the circle…and into the open mouth
of Zalera.
“I have tasted the dead…and they are
well!”
The portal died away as Zalera siphoned a few more
An’Ven souls into his fang-lined mouth, empty eye sockets tingling
with the infusion of energy. Then, another sight caught his
eye.
Altima was being attacked…by a girl. A girl who only
pretended to be an angel.
And a
great wailing will arise in the land, such as had never been heard
before!
“Flames from hell, gather and fire
away!” Red energy seeped into Zalera’s hands, dancing between his
long fingers. He held it there for a moment, at the apex of its
gathering, then held his hand out to release the seething red ball
like a swarm of deadly fireflies. “Flare 2!”
Red energy
coursed around Mint, the mere heat of its passing causing welts to
appear on her skin. And then, as if in a beautiful dance, all the
energy coalesced around the young mage.
“Aaaaaa!
Paa..PurpleWideMirror!” Mint gasped as the anti-magic field appeared
in front of her.
But the flames did not reflect, did not
dissipate.
The Mirror spell acted only as a buffer, as one of
Zalera’s strongest offensive magics smothered Mint with a fire as
blazing as a newborn star.
“Zalera…well met, my good and
faithful friend.” Altima’s calm expression caused the great Lucavi
to bow his skullish head. “As it is written, ‘as a man sows, so also
shall he reap.’” She smiled for an instant, before her attention
turned again to Mint and her hands glowed with extreme
energy.
“It is also written in the book…” Zalera returned the
smile, beginning to chant, “sow the wind, reap the
whirlwind!”
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 03:12
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Martian Successor
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A
firey Hell surrounded Adol and Alec. And so the Archbishop
approahced.
"I know why you two have come. Regardless, now
you shall meet your demise at the hands of the -Ultimate
Evil!-"
With a wave of his hands, a rip in the space-time
continuim opened up and out of it emerged a middle-aged Japanese man
wearing a Winger T-Shirt and clown pants.
The heroic duo
stood in -SHOCK & AWE- of the horrific
visage.
"Onna Ikaedih...si ti...si ti! Dog ym ho!" Alec said
with all due ph33r.
And so Hidekai Anno laughed in his dark,
evil, demonic tone.
"For seven years I have been sealed. But
now is once again the time for me to rise and turn the world into a
dank piss pit of my own design."
Adol rushed in to ***z but
with an outstretch of Anno's hand, our hero was pushed backwards by
the force of a cross-shaped explosion.
Suddenly, a section
of the room (?) was encircled by fire. Adol was on the outside of it
and couldn't get in.
"Now, the Late Sir Alec Guiness' Head.
Without Adol and his 1337 Ramming Skillz, you are nothing! I will
enjoy watching you DIE!"
Alec dodged another cross-shaped
explosion and so began a chase-around the firey ring, because of
such things.
Alec eventually paused and fired off eye lasers
rapidly. But they were deflected as a cross-shaped lightsaber
materialized in Anno's hand and was promptly spun.
Alec went
in for a close-range offensive, jumping up and having a long and
intense sword duel with Anno, using his stick.
Unfortunately, Anno blocked every shot.
Alec dropped
to the floor to...umm...stick sweep him, but he was kicked away.
Alec thrusted his stick downwards to avoid hitting the fire.
A grin appeared on his face afterwards.
"Hctib, elyts-obmoc
repus! Tihs taht znwp annog m'I won! Retem obmoc ym pu tliub
I!"
The screen darkened and a flash was seen from Alec as he
started a furious onslaught of stick hits with blue shadows
following behind him. Then, while in midair, he raised Anno with a
barrage of eye-lasers. Hideaki's beastly screams of pain could be
heard all throughout the land.
Finally, he went in for a
forceful uppercut, knocking the evil anime director down in a bright
flash of orangey-white light.
The firey ring disappated.
Hideaki Anno though, did not.
He clambered up and then
started a horrible, unfathomable chant.
"Deyortsed eb lliw
ecnetsixe lla! Gnos Iemnim Nnyl a detrats sah eh! On
ho!"
Adol immediately rushed in with his skillz. "Aaaah! The
***zage!" he cried demonically as he was ***zed again!
A
portal opened up below Anno. With this, the evil anime
animator/director outstrecthed both of his
arms.
"Noisnemid-rehten live sih otni su llup ot gniyrt
s'eh!" yelled Alec.
Suddenly, a voice cried out.
"You
want the truth! You can't handle the truth! Show me the
money!"
"Esiurc Mot!" Alec announced.
Tom Cruise
jump-kicked Anno in the head, dropping him into the
portal.
"As long as evil exists in the universe, I WILL NEVER
DIE!" Anno screamed as the portal closed shut.
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 03:17
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K' -- KOF
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K' was
hesitant to speak as he watched his own duplicate give a smirk, a
grin he knew all too well. The mirror image of himself looked
exactly alike, although with slight differences. The menacing, red
eyes of the identical K' narrowed--It was vivacious and live with
wickedness. K' took another step back and tried to regain his
composure. 'How the hell did I get myself in this mess?'
The replica gave another cruel looking smile as he readied
his Kusanagi. Flames burst from the man's hand and a shadowy coal
black shade of fire formed. He glared at K' directly, taunting him.
K''s expression hardened as he returned the gaze back to his
opponent. He augmented his already ablazing hand until the flames
were nearly engulfing his entire arm, preparing himself to duel the
Archbishop's imitation of himself. Both men took a fighting stance
and proceeded to rush forward toward each other.
'Might as
well start strong.' K' thought to himself.
He thrust his
fiery arm towards the duplicate and hit nothing but air. The
duplicate had vanished, seconds before K' had reached him. Before K'
could even scan his surroundings, a forceful blow knocked him down
on the ground. K''s hurriedly regained his breath and immediately
stood up, only to get struck again in the rib with a swift kick. The
duplicate took advantage and executed an uppercut as K' staggered
backwards. Black flames licked across K''s face as he flew
upwards--He landed on the ground with a deafening thud that echoed
in the room. The replica yawned. "Is that all you've got?"
K'
stood upwards, repositioning himself. "Well, fuck, I had to give you
a couple free blows before I kicked your ass. After all, I'm quite a
generous man." He retorted back sarcastically.
The clone
snarled and aimed a flaming projectile towards K'. The impact of the
attack left smoke hanging in the air. "Speak for yourself, I was
trying to spare you a couple more minutes," The replica said
thinking he had won.
"I think it's the other way around," a
voice echoed behind him. "You haven't forgot about my teleportation
ability, have you?" K' snickered.
The duplicate spun around
and hastily charged forward again.
"Tsk tsk, you're too
careless."
K' dodged his replica as he missed by several
inches and grabbed his arms. Interlocking his arm with those of his
duplicate, he struck him with his knee. The duplicate faltered and
fell to the ground coughing, trying to regain his breath. K' pulled
the mirror image of himself forcefully up from the ground and did
the same flying uppercut that had been dealt to him. His clone was
propelled upwards. K' soared above in the air until he was level
with his opponent, following up with an attack with his elbow. The
clone was potentially thrown back down to the solid concrete ground
in an awkward position. The figure landed headfirst, and K' heard a
sickening crack as it hit the ground. "Well.. That was a bit too
easy." K' said almost disappointingly.
His clone disapated,
turning into the black mist again. It gradually vanished until
nothing was left. K' shrugged and left the area seeking another
fight.
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Yeah.. this is the only thing I can think of that
describes this post. :P I'm not good when I'm pressed with time Oh well, guess I have to learn to write "in the spur of
the moment" if I want to ever survive these next tourneys.. 
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Anko
did not scream as Altima's talons dug into her, but merely responded
by blasting the Bloody Angel away with a cross-shaped, burning
double slash with her arms, her eyes blank as she gathered more
light unto herself--
--And then Daisetsu was with her, his
arms interlocking with hers, his flame contesting with hers as he
locked both his and her arms together and blasted off into higher
space. She struggled against him, but his will was unrelenting; they
continued to soar together through the air, an angel and a phoenix
intertwined in a dance that predated either's existence. Even as she
could not resist Daisetsu's strong grip nor overcome the flames of
Suzaku, her brother whispered into her ear. It was throbbing with
emotion--a combination of desperation and sadness.
"Wake
up... Anko. Jitsumai... Open your eyes for me...
please..."
"It's useless! She is under my thrall!" The
Archbishop laughed coarsely, but the laugh did not sound even
vaguely human.
Suddenly, the chamber began to resonate with
an intensely white light, and an insurmountable source power could
be felt at the edges of the room, dispersing the souls to where they
rightfully belonged. The Archbishop looked at the source of the
light while everyone else was blinded by it, and
laughed.
"Hehehe...ahahaha...IT IS TIME! The imbalance of
souls in this world has drawn my ultimate prize into my trap! This
is not the energies of some lesser god like Suzaku! This is the one
I have been waiting for...that we have waited aeons to
control..."
"The hell are you?!" Kalten focused for a
moment, and then Seiryuu roared as his next arrow exploded into an
enormous beam of sapphire radiance that struck the final blow--it
destroyed the Archbishop's shield with a feeling of
permenance.
The figure enshrouded in white robes paused for a
moment, then gestured towards Kalten. The light around him darkened
to the point of what one would call an abyss, and the effect
vanished a moment afterwards, leaving the archer gasping for breath,
Seiryuu equally affected by the attack.
The Archbishop then
raised his arms. Anko was immediately flung from Daisetsu's grasp,
and floated into the middle of the room, her powers fading, her eyes
still blank.
"There is a reason why I did not kill this girl
off while the chance remained in my hands, Daisetsu! She is the only
Maiden left in this world! The only female with the potential to
channel the energies of ultimate power within her body! And now that
very source of power comes unto her...!"
Directly on cue, the
light behind the Archbishop burst out in suprise for a moment, then
was forcibly dragged into the room by a dark force, the streams of
black lightning holding the light power in check as it was forced to
stream into Anko's body. Her eyes shone with the supressed radiance,
and beams of intense power shot out everywhere.
He continued,
the light playing down around his robed form. "This dimension,
'Twilight's Call', is a trap dimension built to force any presence
that dares mystical entry into the soul of a person here! I have
used it many a time to trap unsupecting souls unto my Collection...
but the purpose of my Collection, generations upon generations of
souls taken to create a powerful spiritual imbalance in this world,
was my lure for the one being that cannot be defeated, not in this
world or any other! For I have baited none other than the mother of
all, the Creator! The Creator has fallen into my trap, and she is
mine for the taking!"
The room immediately darkened as the
Archbishop flew next to Anko as she was recieving the Creator's
power, both parties unable to stop the transfer. Daisetsu reached
out helplessly towards his sister, his Aura bursting out even hotter
than it had been moments ago as he directed a catastrophic pillar of
flame directly at the white-robed being. However, the Archbishop
gestured, and the flame was readily dispersed.
"Damn... Who
are you, to have set these events in motion?! WHAT THE HELL ARE
YOU!?!? ANSWER ME!!!" Daisetsu screamed, halfway from hysteria, the
rest from open fear.
The archbishop pulled back his cowled
hood, and everyone was shocked at the outcome. Instead of a human
head or face, or even a demonic one, the Archbishop's head was
nothing but a swirling black votex, a portal into
nothingness.
"I have gone by many names, stripling. But I
believe that the name most familiar to everyone here... would be the
Void. I am a direct manifestation of the Void's will, and the Void
desires the Creator's power!"
With that, the robes fluttered
to the ground as pure darkness poured out of every sleeve. The
darkness rushed into Anko's body right before the light finished,
and both forces of radiance vanished from the room. The body floated
limp in midair, but everyone could feel the incredible raw power
building there.
Daisetsu pounded the surface he was standing
on, tears streaming off his face. "Anko...no...I couldn't stop
it..."
A form stood over him, and he was broken out of his
daze by a backhand to the face. More hurt from shock than physical
pain, he looked up--
--It was Dorrin. "Idiot, we don't have
much time! Don't you remember what we have to do if the 'shadow of
humanity' attains the power of a god?"
Daisetsu closed his
eyes and regained his focus. That's right... in my haste, I
forgot our last chance... His eyes snapped open. "Allright! The
Guardians, form around her!"
He did not even feel himself
move--he was there, postitioned in formation with Jun and the
rest around the double-possessed Anko. Their faces all looked bleak,
and he imagined that his felt the same.
"Well... it's been
nice knowing you all." He was met with equal stares of respect.
"Ready... Ikuzo,
Suzaku!"
"Byakko."
"Genbu!"
"Seiryuu..."
The
three remaining candidates watched with awe as the Avatars let their
Auras overcome their physical forms, their bodies becoming eclipsed
by the true forms of the Four Gods of the An'ven. Beams of red-gold,
off-white, cerulean, and sapphire energies formed a link between
them, and then hammered into the reborn Creator. Anko screamed, but
the scream was not hers--she awoke with a tremendous burst of
energy, blinding most and shoving the Avatars away. However, the
links of power remained. Then Daisetsu's voice rang out in the
air.
The three of you who can still maintain the link,
come to us! You're the last hope we have!
Surely enough,
Shizumaru, Testament, and Altima were drawn to the explosion of
light, and vanished from the room along with the Avatars and the
possessed Creator. Cracks formed on the outside of the spherical
room, and the souls began pouring in, moaning with anger as they
desired to wreak vengance on the living who had imprisoned them.
Altered by the power of the Void, they transformed into dark
warriors and monsters themselves, screaming with indisrciminate rage
as they attacked those remaining.
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Phase
Two - The End of Infinity
The Four Gods, the three
remaining candidates for godhood, and the the Void Creation are all
hurtling towards the center of the universe at light-speed through
space and time. One the newly-born Void Creation reaches the apex of
the universe, it will carry out the Void's eternal will to reduce
all to nothingess, forever. Since it is unable to perform this with
the Four Gods restricting its power at the moment, it is up to the
three left to strike the finishing blow--
xxxxxxDry31 -
Testament(Guilty Gear) xxxxSan Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li
Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat) xWayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft
III) xxxxxRenmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics) xxxxxxCarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown) xxxxKrizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)
The Void
Creation needs go without description. Even with the fullest of it's
powers restrained, it controls the power of a full-fledged God, and
can use its power as such. However, the three of you left are
dangerously close to godhood yourselves, and together... Can you
defeat the embodiment of light and darkness?
Everyone gets one V-Vote to decide the Survivor of this
competition. Email the votes to kokille0@cox.net, as stated
before.
The Final Round ends at 10:00 PM CST. Voting ends at
9:30.
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 03:53
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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damn.
I've but one thing to
say:
...
"Let's all go into the
Void!"
*giggles*
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: 04-27-2003 , 03:55
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
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Dan:
AW SHEIT!!!!!
With eyes locked on the spectacle around him in
horror, he saw the souls gathered around the room reform...into
something terrible. Suddenly, the dimension around him was filled
with monsters and demons of all kinds, too horrible and horrific to
describe. Some snarled like a demonic hellhound, others shrieked
with the unholy sound of a thousand men dying at once. But the most
terrifying of all were those that made no sound at all, merely
staring into the eyes of their victims, searching their souls,
bringing agony and suffering with but a glance. This was worse than
any hell in any plane of existance, and Dan Hibiki was trapped in
it.
Dan: Yo Joe! Tingle? Falcon? Anyone?!!?
There was
nothing. No response at all from the darkness. There was no sign of
anyone from within the unholy hoard. Suddenly, a look of
determination formed upon the young pimps face. He threw his coat to
the ground, letting it slowly float to the earth beneath him. He
lifted his hat from his head, slowly feeling his pimply powers
released from his body.
Dan: This is it. I guess I'll never
see Detroit again...I'll be with you soon, father.
He chucked
his hat at a nearby demon, decapitating it cleanly with the brim. He
held his cane in front of him, spinning it.
Dan: C'mon
BITCHES!! You won't take this soul so easily!!!
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 04:36
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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“He
who finds his life shall lose it, and he who loses his life for My
sake will find it.” – Matthew 10:39
Act VI – Flame
and Sin – III
The Forever Sin tore hungrily through
the demonic horde, reducing them to ash as Zalera consumed the
souls. The portal was spewing a tangible blackness, and in the midst
of the chamber, the souls wailed from within the walls, flying out
to assume the form of the hosts of the netherworld.
“Yes,
fill me more! While the Bloody Angel enters the heart of all reality
and claims the power, I shall have dominion over life and death!”
His wings stretched out over his back as energy coalesced in his
hand.
Yes, that’s the way. How do you
like an annoying presence in the back of your
mind?
What?...Out! Out of me
forever, human one! From here on, the road to eternity is
mine!
Enough, Zalera. Enough of
death, of reaving the souls of the innocent, enough of
control!
Give me back what you took from me, Zalera! Give me
back my life!
Never.
My
death!
Break in fear, my
servant…
My
everything!
Zalera clutched his head,
weaving back and forth erratically in the sky. “Not possible….not!
The advent of the –Bloody Angel- is nigh!” Body wracked with strange
seizures, the Angel of Death sailed to the side, slamming into the
bodies of demons, who cut at his purple wings with their sharp
talons. “A human mind is not….gaaaaaaaaah!” He impacted the ground
with the tremendous force generated by his large body, carving up
the floor as he dug in with his nails to stop his
slide.
‘Samurai’…taken from the same
kanji as ‘to wait’ – to wait upon someone, to serve them, even unto
death. You and I, Zalera…we are not so dissimilar. Perhaps that is
what drew you to me – we are both ‘samurai’ in spirit.
But I
have responsibility now…responsibility that takes precedence over
that wish I made to ‘not die’. This is the last life in me, and even
now, with the Forever Sin reborn, I feel its taint creeping over me.
However…
…to the last, I will defend! I will become the
shield of these people!
Where it lay cold, in a
dark corner of the gargantuan room, the Chirijiraden began to move.
It rattled slightly at first, then more, blue flames starting to
encircle the blade. Its clattering then grew fierce, raising the
katana off the floor. It shot like a lance toward the occupied
Lucavi, cleaving downward into its skull like a shining fang.In a
blaze of light, Zalera’s demonic body seemed to be consumed, the
only visible thing the sword of shining blue fire, the
Chirijiraden.
A voice, lower now than before, resonated from
the silvery light, hovering in the air. He was clad in crimson
Eastern armor, a noble bearing on his brow and a keen discerning
look in his scarlet eyes. His silver hair washed over his back,
extending from the base of the lacquered helm that crowned his head.
In his left hand, he held the legendary negative sword, Forever Sin.
His right hand reached up, grasping the handle of the Chirijiraden,
even as flames danced around the blade.
“As it is written,
“Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I did not come to
bring peace, but a sword!”
Elmdor descended to the ground
like an angel, both swords swept out in his extended hand like the
body remnants of wings. He held up both blades in a ready stance.
The advent was upon him, and the time to act was now.
He was
now, for perhaps the first time, truly the man he wanted to
be.
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Mukki
Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Wherever there
are hot and sweaty men...
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Carly
- Hey, it was an amusing idea at the time
XDDDDDDDDDDDD
Hast thou lain
the Jabberwonk?
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Posted: 04-27-2003 , 05:43
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Canto VI + Noli Me Tangere +
Crecendo
Do you feel it, Alma?
This is where I was born. This perfect blue...this all-encompassing
azure. This is speed beyond even lightspeed- this is what it feels
like to be God. An hour to you, a millenium to mankind...a millenium
in your eyes, the blink of a newborn. Time has no power here, nor do
the summoned entities...nor the status ailments, nor the concoctions
of man. Here, it is only this- light and dark wage war. It is beyond
death. It is everything and nothing; it is life and oblivion; it is
you and I. And here, where all life began, the fates will converge.
The Phoenix will make its final choice- final rebirth...or final
death.
Nothingness, oblivion...there is no purpose to this,
Void. The ultimate death lies not in nothing, but in the nurturing,
tormenting black fire of Hell.
Amidst the great
blue tunnel of lightspeed, the final battle was joined. As they
warped through time and space, the tunnel bared the most beautiful
secrets of the universe. They shot past stars, past comets, past
asteroids- past things that mankind could never grasp or imagine.
And then, they passed worlds- whole worlds hidden beyond the twinkle
of starlight and the black curtain of space. The sound was unlike
anything ever heard, and yet its tones were oddly nostalgic- like
the echo of a harp, playing in the vast tunnel of space. It was a
sound the Void Creation itself could not drown out, even as its
damning fingers reached out for the gathered
warriors.
Testament and Shizumaru had given their all in the
prior fight, breaking past their own limits for the sake of ridding
the world of this dark, final enemy. The angelic Mint and mystical
Shang Tsung had stayed behind, along with the Dreadlord Mal'Ganis,
for the sake of besting the souls breaking free. Now it was up to
the Four Gods and the two young warriors to deal with the Void- the
Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgment.
Altima hovered with them.
The Holy Angel's chilling beauty was frozen in the vesture of a
smile, her fine body coursing with the same aura of power that ran
through Testament and Shizumaru. She felt her power brimming, like a
chalice filled with the dark crimson rivers of life she so desired.
Nearly twice her power- she felt she could challenge the Archangels,
the Holy Seraphs themselves. Again, Altima was as a Child of God- an
Ultimate Power. Ultimate Power. Set free by truth, rising
above Hell, Earth, and Heaven, her Wings as broad and wide as the
sky itself. This power, so close to what the few masters of Hell
could dream of.
Altima Bloody
Angel...Altima Holy Angel...Altima Holy God. The Lord Altima. It has
a nice ring to it. Yes...they will sing songs of the triumph to take
place here.
"And so we join," Altima said, her
elegant body- what a beautiful body Alma had, and to give it to her,
oh!- raising in the great tunnel of blue light. The Void was before
her, in the form of that possessed girl. She would waste no more
time. The Angel of Death was finishing her work, back in the realm
of the An'ven. Her ally, Chaos, was out to play. The demons within
her Chosen were unleashed. Now she had to do this- to best this
final, this foolish final creature, the Void.
The Holy
Angel brought herself forward, raising her arms as her wings carried
her forward in a dance of light. Her wicked, curved swords were
there again, their black blades the very same that had pierced
Ajora's flesh after his death. Now they would hew blood from
oblivion. Altima rushed forward, her laughter echoing throughout the
chamber, like music over the harp that could faintly be
heard.
Is that you playing, Alma? Sing
for me, my love, my Body, my dearest Apostle. Sing for me, my
Perfect Body- I will Dance to your music...
The
Four Gods were binding the Void fast. Altima shot forward ahead of
Shizumaru and Testament, her wings giving an unearthly "whoosh"
through the tunnel. In space, in the universe, there was no air, and
yet a cold wind followed Altima's crimson heels. The Holy Angel
slammed into the Void Creation, the one named 'Anko'. Her blades
roughly shoved in wet, horrifying stabs against Anko's soft flesh,
punching against the energy shield that bound her. The Void Anko
could only scream in pain, a scream like none that had ever escaped
human lips. Altima's red eyes widened in mirthless glee as she
stabbed at Anko again, puncturing only so much of the energy shield
but pouring all her might into it. Her power streamed against
Anko's, like warring currents, neither of which backed down but were
driven back only by the force of their collision.
Altima
still moved forward, her power raging to dangerous heights. Had the
tunnel not already been strained by the powers raging within, it
would have cracked from the sudden aura that broke free of Altima's
flesh- the red vapor of death. The Bloody Angel screamed her fury
and her joy in a sonic wave that hammered Anko's crying figure, the
dueling energies ripping at both entities' essences. Tears in the
rocketing vortex caused by the fighters' high-speed rush began to
appear, and it was as though whole worlds were looking into a war.
As it had before, the war in heaven continued...
Then
Altima's hand shot out and grabbed Anko's, and the Holy Angel pulled
herself forward to stare wildly into the captive girl's face. Anko's
blank eyes, filled with the darkness of the Void, fixed on Altima's
surging red pupils. The Holy Angel giggled girlishly, her bladed
wings curling until they latched onto Anko's sides. It was a
revolting picture and yet one of unearthly beauty as the Holy Angel
bound herself to the Void Creation- as Hell bound itself to
Oblivion.
"Slaughter brings about hatred, and hatred brings
about slaughter," Altima said, her body coursing with new energy in
the form of a dark green aura. "It takes a sinful being to turn that
cycle to one's own side! Ponite multas animas malas! GRAND
CROSS!"
The Grand Cross came. Altima swung Anko's hands out
in the form of a crucifix, and the Bloody Angel screamed as
something punched through her own chest. It was a cross of pure
energy, of black fire and green smoke. It rammed through Altima's
own flesh, and then crushed itself against Anko's robed stomach.
Both screamed until the lightspeed tunnel groaned with strain, the
harp skipping a stroke. The howls of a thousand demons went up in
the air as the Grand Cross injected them all into Anko's aura,
pummeling her mind, her body, and her soul with the same energy that
had released Altima. It was the Bloody Angel's equivalent of the
Fallen Angel's Tear, an even match for her winged rival. With a
charge, the energy detonated, besetting the screaming Void Creation
with the literal force of darkness. The aura would have driven mere
mortals mad with pain and sorrow until they bit at their own veins,
but the Void retaliated quickly. It poured the blackness of oblivion
back against the Holy Angel, ramming her back across the tunnel.
Altima and the Void Creation went flying as both Grand Cross and
Grand Unholy collided. The Void screamed louder...but Altima's yells
died into mad giggles.
"This is it! Father Morningstar, this
is it!" Altima said, swooning as though in the throes of
love, tears of joy streaming from her eyes. "This is the way to
fight, by the Blood! For the love of a thousand legions of Hell,
Anko, Void, whatever thy name may be- give me more! Make me scream!
Make me scream!"
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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