DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 12:23
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Survivor X - Round 5
Nantos - Capital of Light
There is
no story post, because you were all scattered all over the city when
you were warped in. Nantos is a impossibly well-designed,
well-policed, and extremely clean city... during the day. At night,
all sorts of fraternizing occurs among its inhabitants; the city of
santicity transforms into a den of sin. It's not night, however, and
the candidates will be impressed by the orderly functions of the
city. The citizens will treat you as if you were normal, but for the
more non-human people they might stab frightened eyes at you
occasionally. Men will greet your characters with friendliness, but
scowl and curse behind your back if you don't look human. Like the
habit of this city, its citizens are remarkably
two-faced.
There is a large, worn-down cathedral in the
southern area of town--you might recall it as the cathedral of the
prologue. It's half-destroyed now, the back section melted away like
a superheated furnace was placed over it. To the east are
residential areas, the west shops and the policing agency that does
not tolerate uncleanliness and vulgarity during the day. You might
get into a few skirmishes with those forces, but they're remarkably
weak-willed.
At the northermost section of the city, there is
a fantastic, enormous castle with a tower in the center than dwarfs
the heights of Soulis'en. This region cannot be accessed yet, as the
gates are locked and reinforced with an immensely powerful magic
barrier.
Master List
Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (184 EXP -
Level 3!)
Sponsors Dry31 - Testament(Guilty
Gear)(27) Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)(33) Exeter -
Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear)(34)
Sidekicks m121akuma -
Dan Hibiki(Street Fighter Alpha) Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia
II) Anoat - Scorpion(Mortal
Kombat)
Fallen Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super
Heroes)(29) Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi 2)(26) colguile -
Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter EX) Switchblade - Vice and
Mature(The King of Fighters)(26) ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final
Fantasy IV)(15)
Kalten --- The Blue
Dragon (153 EXP - Level 2)
Sponsors Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The
Second Story)(17) Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)(36) San Draco -
Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal
Kombat)(43)
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street
Fighter) Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash
Bros.)
Fallen Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super
Smash Bros.)(11) Curley W - Jason Soe w/ Vader(9) Zen Master -
Kyosuke(Rival Schools) Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of
Fighters)(16) S-Chicken Boner - Adol
Christian(Y's)(12)
Jun --- The Green
Dragon (120 EXP - Level
2)
Sponsors Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft
III)(30)
Sidekicks Psycho Power
J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram
Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Fallen The Damned -
King(The King of Fighters)(33) Nif -
Kite(.hack//infection)(1) Simplistic Hero -
Kuma(Tekken) Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)(14) Thirdtwin
- Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)(33) Kellios - Vincent
Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)(4) eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of
the Atom)(20)
Dorrin --- The White
Tiger (162 EXP - Level
3!)
Sponsors Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics)(38) CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown)(31) Krizak - Mint(Threads of
Fate)(34)
Fallen Amethyst -
Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)(16) MageusBlack - Maya
Amano(Persona)(31) pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The Power
Battles) Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street
Fighter) Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind
Waker)(17)
New
Abilities
Daisetsu lv.3 Pyroclasm - Deals 3
A-Votes to 3 target Sponsors.
Dorrin lv.3 Restore
Overlay - Non-Ability R-Votes that you and target Sponsor cast heal
for double their amount.
Lv.2 Concentrated Heal - Consume an
R-Vote to cast 2 R-Votes on 3 target Sponsors. Lv.2 Bide - If you
take 2 attacks(abilities not included) after this ability is used,
negate them and deal 1 A-Votes to their casters. Your next A-Vote
deals double damage.
Gained from Kashell - Only
Sponsors who A-Voted Kashell and survived can use these. They count
as seperate abilities(so you can use a normal one with them), but
can only be used once, and you can only pick one.
Spirit
Guard - Abilities do not affect you for the duration of the round,
harmful or beneficial. This is retroactive.
Spirit Pattern -
Copies the last Ability used, with the targets being your
own.
Special Rule - Reverse Side
All
Sponsors have 2 A-Votes and 6 R-Votes. Sidekicks and Fallen's counts
are reversed(example, Sidekicks have 3R-Votes and 2 A-Votes now).
All systems are operational in this round. (i.e. Abilities, FOCUS,
etc.)
No Lords are available for interaction at this time.
There will be a required boss this round...
This round ends 9:00 AM CST Saturday.
Voting ends at 8:45 AM.
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Baka
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 12:32
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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First,
yo!
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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ShinkuuR |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 12:37
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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quote:
Originally posted by Baka First, yo!
Second...even though I could've been first if I
really wanted.
I have a fencing tournament later today, so I
won't be able to write for Rydia at all today.
I will post
Ryo's part in a while, though...
SRK Battle
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One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 01:44
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Thanks
to the people in IRC, I decided to put this small idea on the
forefront.
Nantos, as I mentioned in my opening post, has a
peculiar effect on its residents. It might cause them to act and
behave in ways directly contrary to how they originally
act.
So, I'd like to see some of your characters reverse
their personalities. Anyone who does this in their normal story
posts will get +5 EXP for their Lord. This also applies for
Sidekicks and Fallen. It's just a little bonus; not
required.
Just don't give me some single paragraph stuff just
to get in on the bonus; make an effort. I didn't like those small
shots at Kashell when he showed up last round. 
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ShinkuuR |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 02:19
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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Blood
was readily pouring out of Ryo’s nose and mouth as he searched his
entire body for the strength to rise from the wreckage of the
tables.
“J...Jan...run...”
His thoughts went back to
the brave young boy who had looked down on death’s door numerous
times from diseases and illnesses. This time, however, the boy was
faced with something far more deadly, something that would like
nothing more than to wipe him out of existence for pleasure. And
while Ryo wanted nothing more to protect the boy, his body wouldn’t
give him the power needed.
”I…can’t let…this happen…can’t
let her get hurt…”
His thought went out to King, and even
though he didn’t really know if she was alive or dead, he couldn’t
let her down. Especially after that promise he made a couple of
years ago…
October 13, 1999, Southtown Memorial
Hospital
“Don’t worry, King. He’s a strong boy.” Ryo said
to the Muay Thai fighter as she kept her eye on her brother’s
operation. The pair had just returned from the ’99 tournament, and
from the money that King had won combined with some of the money
that Illusion made during the summer, she had just enough to pay for
Jan’s lung surgery.
“I know…but I still worry every time I
see him like this.” King meekly smiled as she took a look at the
three doctors who were hovering over the boy, who had all sorts of
medical tubes and cords sticking out of his body. “I couldn’t bare
losing him, Ryo. He’s all I got.”
As he looked at her and the
sadness that was hidden beneath that smile, he wish he could do
something, anything to take away the pain. Even though she acted
tough on the outside towards everyone, she could never hide anything
from Ryo, tried as she might. But this time, she wasn’t really
trying to hide how she felt. She didn’t care. And all of a sudden
Ryo knew what to do.
“He…isn’t ALL you got…”
King
slowly turned her head from Jan to Ryo, a look of disbelief clear on
her face as she realized what his words meant.
“King…I mean…”
Ryo stammered for the words as King took Ryo’s hand in hers. She
moved closer to him as she looked back at Jan’s operation, her fake
smile being replaced by a real smile.
“Ryo…thank
you.”
”You don’t have to worry, King.” Ryo said to
himself as he felt the touch of her soft hand, the unspoken love
between the pair getting ever closer to being spoken. ”I’ll be
here to protect you…I promise.”
“I WON’T LET
YOU HURT HER!!” Ryo screamed as all of a sudden his body became
alive, filled with Ki, anger, and thoughts of the woman he loved.
With a speed he has never possessed and a hell bent fury like he has
never known, he dashed in between Sho and Jan, determined to end the
threat forever.
“Don’t you know when to give…” Sho started as
he attempted to attack Ryo with his Chaos Stream attack, but the
fighter avoid the blast and dashed into striking range of the demon
to deliver a powerful body blow that cause several of Sho’s ribs to
crack and break under the strain.
“SHIN MOUKO KOHO!!!” Ryo
yelled as he twisted his body into a vertical Hien Shippu Kyaku,
knocking Sho high into the air, and as Ryo landed his right arm was
covered in orange ki as he executed a Koho upon the demon, slamming
him into the roof. Neither Ryo or Sho landed on their feet after
they descended from the air, but only Ryo was
conscious.
“Ryo! You okay?” Jan said as he ran up to the
fighter to inspect his condition. Ryo however didn’t pay much
attention as his eyes were fixed on Sho’s unmoving body and the
damage that his new technique caused his foe. Only one thought
coursed through his mind.
”Dodge that,
bitch.”
The Shin Mouko Koho is Ryo’s new
technique that was inspired after King’s Silent Flash attack. He
uses the vertical Hien Shippu Kyaku to set them up in the air, then
uses his super Koho to finish the person off (Looks like Marco’s
Kyokugen Koho from MOTW). Mainly used as anti-air, but can be
devestating when done up close. 
SRK Battle
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Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 02:30
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Casting Bide.
I'll be back home soon to
post, but for now... I have a travel brochure to write.
xo
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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Amethyst |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 02:40
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77 I didn't like those
small shots at Kashell when he showed up last round.
Eh heh... Sorry about that... I would've done more in my later
posts, but my mind just locked up when I got to "Cover
me."
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Amethyst stood calmly against a wall, mind
roaming. Blade... Jewel... Mirror... Apparently some things are
always the same across the multiverse... His thoughts drifted
back to a dual existence, and a cautious exploration of a ruined
tomb...The unstable floor dropped the team to the lower level,
landing them by luck on an otherwise inaccessible platform. There,
sparkling in a ray of light from the cracked and broken roof was an
aged blade, dust of ages upon it, but the steel still as bright as
the day it was forged. The Murakumo, blade of a forgotten
king.
The skeletal guardians of the tomb sought to stop the
party from removing their treasures, but they eventually emerged
into the light of day with the spoils.
The Murakumo, which
Gen carried with him. The Mizukagami, the Mirror that Reflects
Water. And the Magatama. Amethyst's hand dropped to his wrist,
where an ancient beaded bracelet rested, a single yin charm
dangling from it. Its power is proof against the undead or those
with evil in their hearts... The song of the Magatama reduces such
folk to dust. And then there were those altars. The three platforms
that glowed with that unearthly fire as the artifacts came near... I
can't help but wonder if the treasures buried with King Sei were
greater than what we had found.
One hand still resting on
the Magatama, Amethyst nodded to a passerby who greeted him warmly,
then sighed. Blade, jewel, and mirror, and a ritual to open a
door...
...Some things are always the same.
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Thirdtwin |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 03:22
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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A crackninja
discovers angst
--- Chipp is in Slow-moving Angst-Monger mode
for the time being. Walking at this time, he is rather passively
seeking out Shizumaru. Other than that, he's gonna wander around the
town. Note that I'm crap at writing angst, though . Oh, and once again, I'm gonna be murking for a couple
hours after this post, so I might as well hand out my
inverse-votes:
A-vote to: (unrevealed boss)
R-votes
to: Testament Shizumaru (out with you, demon! The powaa of
Chipp compels you!)
Chipp R5 Status: All votes
exhausted. "Slow-Moving Angst-monger" Original post deleted
b/c it SUCKED
TT
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Krizak |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:20
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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TK, on
your command I will crush this crappy post under the heel of quality
control, should you wish it. I just wanted to have Mint to do
something with Alma at some point, and this seemed good enough for
now. Bleh.
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Phase Five (Uncertainty): Without
Purpose or Direction
The beautiful city of Nantos did
nothing to ease the sadness that had claimed Mint's heart. The
princess wandered slowly through the tree-lined avenues, feet
dragging along the great stone plazas that seemed to mark the major
intersections of the city. Her downcast eyes saw none of the
elaborate architecture, the great statues of saints and angels that
defined the home of the Church. Her thoughts turned not to the words
that Daisetsu had relayed to all of the chosen through his
telepathy, but to the same thought that had dominated her mind
yesterday, even as she had been fighting the forces of
Naclos.
Shizumaru...
He ran away... I don't
know what I expected when I kissed him, it was just a spur of the
moment thing... but I didn't expect him to run away. He... He didn't
even say anything...
Mint wandered into a small park and
sat down on a bench. Across from her, a fountain spouted it's clear,
crisp water high into the air, four small geysers that framed a
particularly beautiful statue of an angel, her arms raised to the
heavens. Now he's somewhere in this city, and what happens if I
bump into him? What if he says something? What if I say
something, lash out or hurt him somehow? I... I don't think I could
deal with that...
"Mint?" The red-haired princess turned
and saw Alma walking towards her, her golden hair gleaming in the
noon-day sun. "Ahh, Mint, it is you!" The young cleric walked over
and sat down on the bench beside Mint. "I haven't seen you since
that battle, in the dojo. I actually never got a chance to thank you
for helping stop those demons that were after me..."
"Oh,
yeah." Mint waved her hand dissmissively. "Don't worry about it.
Anyone else would have done the same, right? Besides... demons and I
have sort of history together, and it's not one that would make me
want to bake them some cookies, you know?" She sat silent for a
moment, before a thought came to her. "Uh, Alma... You've been
around Shizumaru a bit more than I have, right?"
Alma seemed
puzzled by Mint's question. "Well, I did meet up with him before you
did, yes... But I didn't see him back in Soulis'en. And a good
thing, too; I wouldn't have wanted to see him get hurt in that
horrible battle... But I don't know why you would want to
ask-"
"I actually found him there yesterday," Mint replied,
no longer looking directly at Alma. "We were attacked by some
archers, and we sort of saved each other..." She frowned, not sure
now to say what she wanted to say. Finally, she went for the direct
approach. "And then I kissed him."
Alma's mind went reeling
at the thought. "You kissed him?" she replied, noting an unusual
amount of displeasure in her voice. Why does that make me feel
like this? Am I jealous? No, that's crazy, that can't be
it...
Mint suddenly started babbling at Alma, unloading
all of her thoughts and feeling on the poor cleric. "Well, he had
gotten hurt and I was healing him... and our eyes met and I just
couldn't help it! I've been smitten with him ever since I saw him at
the restaurant, and I don't know what it means or why I am, and I
kissed him and he ran off without saying a word and I don't know
whether that means he hates me or just doesn't want to be with me
or..." Tears that she had thought dried up began to flow
again
Alma grabbed Mint's shoulders gently. "Calm down, Mint!
Just calm yourself!" Mint's tears continued, but she stopped
talking. "You haven't done anything wrong, Mint. You've fallen in
love with Shizumaru, and that's okay. The only thing you can do
right now is talk to him; that's the only way to find out if he
feels the same way about you." Alma got up off the bench and pulled
the red-haired mage up. "Let's go search for him. I'm worried about
him as well, and perhaps together the citizens of this city won't
seem so intimdating."
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1 R-Vote to
Alma (To defend you from the crappiness of this post. :P
)
Mint - 2 A-Votes, 5 R-Votes, Ability
Used Battling Under The Lord Dorrin
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Baka
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:27
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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By the
way, I'd like to FOCUS, if I still can.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Exeter |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:29
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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FOCUSing if I still can.
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Kellios |
Posted: 04-25-2003 , 04:30
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Ex-Turk
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Alone
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*high-fives her partner in crime* 
I couldn't resist....
-*-*-*-*
The day was beautiful and Vincent never felt
better. He felt as young as he looked, and the city before him was
marvelous. The city looked, felt, and smelled clean, and Vincent
couldn’t help but feel giddy.
He looked to his left, and saw
Opera standing there, looking very uncomfortable and blushing awful.
Vincent smiled at her, and opened his arms to her, “Opera! Lovely
day outside, isn't it? Boy, does this city ever look
grand!”
“I guess....” Opera said, now completely flustered
that someone had their attention on her, and she tried desperately
to cover herself up. She pulled up her dress to cover her chest, but
at the same time, pulling at her back to cover her slit. Vincent
couldn’t resist a chuckle and smiled warmly at Opera.
Feeling
as fresh as a man out of the shower, Vincent ripped off the bandana
from his head, shaking out his long hair. He opened up the buckles
on his cloak to show his narrow jaw, and smiled at Opera with
bright, clear scarlet eyes, “C'mon, want to have a walk through the
city? I know there is something we can do here
together!”
Vincent put his left arm around Opera’s shoulder,
pulling her a little closer to him. Opera went rigid for a moment,
but soon relaxed under Vincent’s touch, her blush now as red as
Vincent’s eyes. Vincent laughed easily, a broad smile planted on his
face.
“Uh....sure, okay.” Opera’s blush grew down her neck,
“I mean, if you don't really mind being around me....”
Opera
turned her gaze down to the ground, and carefully rolled her left
heel on the ground in circles, not wanting to look up at the man
with his arm around her.
She’s being SO
cute!
“Sweetie, I want to be with you!” Not resisting
himself, Vincent gave Opera a bear hug, smiling down at her when he
stopped, “C'mon. Let's go find you a diamond or something. On
me.”
Grinning madly, Vincent watched Opera’s shade of red
just go a shade darker, and it seemed to spread now to her arms,
“O-okay. But you really don't have to buy me anything, honestly.”
Opera self consciously tried to do something about the high cut slip
running up her left leg, as much as grabbing the two pieces of
fabric in her hand and holding it tightly, worried that Vincent
would look.
Noticing Opera’s dismay, Vincent shook his head
with a smile, and gave Opera another hug. She was reluctant at
first, but then slowly brought her arms around to Vincent’s back and
returned the hug. Grinning, Vincent reached back into his belt, and
pulled out a baby pin, holding it up in front of his face before
holding it out to Opera’s hand.
“Here! This should help!”
Vincent dropped the baby pin into the palm of Opera, and she
smiled.
“Why, thank you.” She went to work on her slit, and
as good as she could, pinned the slit of her dress together. Smiling
at her handiwork, she turned back to face Vincent, “Really, this is
terribly indecent of me, I can't think why I would wear something
like this.”
The blush revived itself on Opera’s face, while
Vincent waved his hand in dismissal, “Hon, it looks FABULOUS on
you!” Taking a step back, Vincent admired Opera with a head nod, and
reached out with his right hand, grabbing Opera’s, “C'mon! Let's go
around the city and I can look for hot girls while you look for hot
men.”
“Oh, oh, okay.” Opera stuttered and flustered again,
giving Vincent’s hand a squeeze, “Thank you, you're too kind. I
really think it's frightfully inappropriate, though. But that DOES
sound like fun....”
Chuckling, Opera caught up with Vincent’s
pace, and remarked without much concern, “I have a boyfriend back
home, but I don't really care.”
Giving Opera’s hand a
squeeze, Vincent grinned and dragged Opera into the city of Nantos.
The city was nothing but clean, and Vincent took in a deep breath of
the city air, and was considering living here instead of going back
to, oh, say, Midgar.
Walking along the sidewalk, the two pair
of giddy people pointed at other people and laughed, not caring what
the citizens of the city thought of them, and occasionally skipped
across the intersection of streets.
Looking up at a store,
Vincent suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the sign
with obvious disbelief. Opera backtracked a couple steps to see what
Vincent was looking at.
“Ooooh!!! Look,
Opera...”
Vincent couldn’t hide his joy.
“A FUDGE
SHOP!! Let's go in!” Vincent took hold of Opera’s hand, and the
two entered into the ‘Fudge Shoppe.’
Surrounded by the
glorious amount of fudge, Vincent’s and Opera’s eyes sparkled liked
two children, and the two immediately went over to the peanut butter
fudge, and stood there, eyeing the fudge as they smacked their lips
in anticipation.
Opera blinked a few times at the fudge,
smiling at the thought of dropping such a glorious piece of fudge
into her mouth. “Candy? All right, that's fine, as long as there
isn't any liquor there. I can't abide even the smell of that
dreadful stuff.”
“Let's buy as much as we can han-.... say,
you said liquor? I haven't tasted the stuff in YEARS! Might as well
get drunk today, seeing as there is no battle going on....” Vincent
started to get giddy, and grabbed a nearby plastic bag, and started
placing fudge of all sorts of flavors into the bag to buy. Not
noticing Opera’s pained expression, Vincent went over to the
cashier, bought the fudge, and turned back to find opera at the
brink of tears.
“Drunk?” Opera gasped, holding back
tears, “You....you....that's a horrible idea! Don't you know how
evil alcohol is?! I'll stick to milk, thank you VERY much.” Opera
sniffled, and wiped at her eyes, trying not to lose her control.
Feeling guilty, Vincent walked over to Opera, and gently put
his left arm around Opera’s shoulder, and pulled her closer to him.
She leaned up against him and he spoke with guilt, “I'm sorry... did
I hurt your feelings?”
Her lower lip trembled as she talked,
and she was erratic in breathing, “A little bit, yes....I can't
stand alcohol, it's just so....” Opera paused and sniffled, tears
falling down her cheeks, “…repugnant. And then you mention getting
drunk....how can you be so heartless?”
Opera now lost her
control and burst out crying. She brought her hand up to cover her
face, and turned away from Vincent, not wanting to look at him. She
stepped over to the corner of the fudge shop, and she gasped for air
as she cried, making small sounds and sniffled often.
A wave
of guilt overcame Vincent, and he walked up gently to Opera. He
gently placed his hand on Opera’s shoulder, and turned her ever so
gently to face him. Vincent got down at one knee, and reached to a
corner of his cloak. He put the bag of fudge down on the ground, and
took the corner of his cloak, wiping away at Opera’s cheeks and he
smiled gently at her, “I'm sorry... I didn't know you felt that
way...” Vincent reached down into the bag of fudge, and held up a
peanut butter one, “Here, eat some of this, it might make you feel
better.”
Opera sniffled again, now using the corner of
Vincent’s cloak to wipe at her eyes, “Th-thank you.” She said
timidly, and shyly picked up the piece of chocolate, taking the
tiniest bite out of it.
“Wipe those tears away, sweetie, it's
too good of a day to be sad.” Vincent smiled warmly at Opera, and
she nodded her head like a child, and the blush soon came back onto
her face.
“I guess you're right.”
“Now…” Vincent said,
standing up and looked over Opera protectively, grabbing onto one of
her hands, “Lets go back and enjoy our fudge by walking around,
'kay?”
“Okay.” Opera returned the warm smile, but much more
shyly, “But…” She snatched onto Vincent’s arm a little tighter, “You
will protect from any bad people we might meet, right? I'm so
scared....”
Vincent gave Opera’s hand a reassuring squeeze,
lowering his head to hers, “'Course I will, sweetie.”
“Oh,
thank you!” Opera reached up and lightly grabbed Vincent’s chin, and
placed a kiss on his cheek, “I simply wouldn't know what to do if
any....” As the two of them walked out of the Fudge shop, Opera
looked around the street nervously, “…bad people showed up. This is
no place for a lady....”
Blushing himself, Vincent smirked
down at Opera, “I will protect you from any danger, don't you
worry!”
He playfully knocked his right fist into her jaw,
and she giggled.
“I wonder if there is a park around here we
could go to...”
“Oh, my hero!” Opera batted her eyelashes at
Vincent, and said just as sweetly, “I will go anywhere you want, I
feel safe as long as I am by your side!”
Interweaving his
fingers with Opera’s, Vincent couldn’t hold back a chuckle, “Let's
go, sweetie. To the park!!”
“Yes! Let us make the most of
this gorgeous day! Oh, life is so wonderful! Especially when around
a charmer like you.” She smiled flirtatiously at him, and Vincent
couldn’t resist raising his eyebrows at her, returning the
grin.
“You're too nice!” Vincent remarked, holding out his
arm to her, and she took it willingly.
“Whatever you want, my
noble protector!”
Vincent laughed alongside Opera, and the
two of them began to enter the park’s limits, and walked into,
noticing the beautiful gardens that surrounded the two.
“Wow!
How BEAUTIFUL!” Vincent couldn’t hold back his giddiness, and Opera
nodded furiously.
“It is indeed a truly marvelous day. And
being in your company makes it even more so.” Opera smiled lovingly
at Vincent, “Oh! Look at these flowers! Aren't they just so
lovely?”
Smiling, Vincent let go of Opera’s hand, and walked
over to the rose garden. He bent down, and surveyed all the flowers
in front of him. Vincent stroked his chin in consideration, before
reaching out, plucking the most beautiful red rose he could find,
and turned back to Opera, smirking. He stepped behind her, and
carefully placed the flower in her hair, and she
giggled.
“Here you go, my little flower.” Vincent turned up
the charm meter and smiled.
Opera clasped her hands together,
and her eye sparkling at Vincent’s, “Oh, you are too kind, Sir
Vincent!”
Snickering, Vincent shook his head, “Please, just
call me Vincent! Or Vinny if you like!” he carefully ruffled Opera’s
hair, making sure not to mess up where he put the rose. She giggled
at him, before turning to look at him.
The blush on Opera’s
face once again revived itself, “Oh, all right, Sir Vincent....if
you insist.” She looked up at Vincent adoringly, and he chuckled
lightly, and used the tip of his index finger on his right hand to
bop Opera on the
nose.
-*-*-*-*
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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“I
mean it. Stop all that 'sir' stuff. It makes me feel too old.” He
snickered, and bopped Opera on the nose again with his
finger.
“Oh dear, I am terribly sorry!” She blinked a couple
times, “I hope I didn't offend you, Vinny!”
“You didn't, so
relax, sweetie.” He grinned, and noticed the ice cream stand.
Vincent walked over to it, turning back to Opera before ordering,
“What flavor do ya want?”
“Oh, good, I am relieved! It would
be improper for me to cause offense to my protector, after all.”
Opera took a glance over the flavors, and shrugged, “Oh, I don't
know....why don't you choose what you think would be best for
me?”
Vincent studied Opera, studied the stand, turned back to
Opera, and then went to order the ice cream from the
stand.
“Here!” Vincent smiled, and held out the chocolate ice
cream to Opera while he took a large bite out of his strawberry
one.
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1 R-Vote
to: Opera
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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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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In whiche
Shange Tsunge is reversede...
As it
was a Friday, the entire town had turned out for the Sabbath. And
yea, they wenteth down to the church, and behold! the parsone was
mightily wrothe with them.
"Ye firstborne o' the Spirite, be
ye saddened and exceedingly aggrieved by thy great iniquity. Fore,
behold! whilst thy citye is orderly and a wondere by thy daye,
hearken! The Lord God Almighty, King of King and Lord of Lords,
forever-and-ever-can-I-get-an-amen? is mightily displeased! Thou
shalt turne thy ways around, or thou shalt beest smitten!"
A
few, weak, amens were returned to the preachere. Greatly wrothe, he
spoketh again. "Knoweth ye not that I knoweth ye that ye knoweth of
my knowledge of thine nightly misdeeds, ye miscreants? Go ye, and
sine no more!"
He leanedeth forward on his pulpite. "And
leaveth ye a healthy donatione on the collectione plate! For the
sake of thine immortale soule!"
As the congregatione exited
Ye Olde Churche, Shang Tsung leaned on the pulpite. Before a miracle
reversed his olde life, he hath taken souls. Now he was assuredly
saving them, in the name of the Lord. Whiche, he admitted, he
kneweth note. Pitye, that.
He woulde even save ye olde
demonse, he hade only to meete one. ---
I R-vote to
Shizumaru. I R-vote to Kalten
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 5:1 -
Death and Republic
Finally! A civilised town of churchgoers.
Finally a church. One where I can repent my sins of
yesterday.
A place where I can go, somewhere to warm my
heart, to iron out the wrinkles and stresses of this
week.
Ky grinned to himself as he walked through the
streets. Three swords still hung at his belt, Fuuraiken, Fuuenken
and what he had affectionately dubbed the Fuusuiken, the Waterseal.
The shrine sword wasn't unlike the Jinki, the Seals, but it
obviously was not of the same ilk. How could it be?
Still, it
appeared to contain some rudimentary control over water, as he had
found out, testing its powers in the shrine - back when he'd had to
work with Sol. Urgh, that man annoyed him. How could one man
have so little respect for others?
And yet.. what he'd told
Ky yesterday...
Bah. Weakness, on both their parts. Useless
to think about it now. Better to find Sol, take him out and have
done with it.
...did I just think that?
A
passer-by nodded at Ky as he walked past. Polite citizens - a
refreshing change after these last few days. Ky nodded back,
continuing to walk - and after a few paces, he managed to unclench
his fingers from the Fuuraiken.
Huh?
A couple
more passers-by nodded at the knight as he strode onwards, oblivious
to outside interferences. A fly buzzed past him, and he swatted at
it. Dratted fly. The buzzing noise didn't stop, however, and
he found himself grinding his teeth in
frustration.
WhyamIdoingthiswhathaveIbecome
Ky's mind wandered. Was he truly a murderer? His actions
yesterday weren't truly his fault, surely? But they were, he
couldn't pass off the blame for such an action - swat! - onto
someone else, he had to take the responsibility for his own
actions.
Why?
Something about this place was
wrong. That much Ky knew - he was acting irrationally, and he
couldn't stop himself. Thus it was that when he bumped into a
passer-by, lost in his own thought, he turned, sword in hand. "Why
did you do that? Apologise!"
The man stepped backwards
hastily, stammering apologies, as several townsfolk murmered under
their breath. Ky glared at them all. "What? What is your problem?
Haven't you ever seen someone from outside before? Get out of my
sight!"
Why? Why am I..
....who cares?
I care!
...no I don't. I...
"Excuse me, sir, what are you doing? You can't pull a
weapon here." Ky turned his head slowly to glare at the guard, and
waved his hand. The guard's body slumped to the floor, and Ky
flicked some blood off his blade.
I don't care about
anything.
As a commotion began to start at the other end
of the street, as the townsfolk rushed away in their flocks, like
lost sheep, Ky grinned - a grin containing no humour at all. "Sol is
here, somewhere. And I know where he will be." Raising his head, he
looked up towards the cathedral - and grinned some more. Pulling the
Fuuenken from his belt, he looked around in disdain. Guards at the
end of the street. If they were in his way... they would be
removed.
Leaning down, he pulled a small packet from the
pocket of the guard and sniffed at it, before pulling out a thin
while cylinder. Need a light.
He took one more look
around, before beginning what was a long, slow pace down the street.
What a dump. Let's get this over with.
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Obligatory R-vote to Sol Obligatory R-vote
to Kalten
Curley, if this screws up your post, I'll sort it
out with an edit, ok?
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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~You
Don't Fool Me~ Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track 1
Fighting with all his might, Frederick struggled against
his shackles as the man approached, a smile on his
face.
burnkilldie!
"Well, I
must say, Frederick, this has worked even better than I could have
hoped."
Frederick roared in response, but the man didn't
flinch.
"Now, now, my boy, let's not get carried away. You
can't blame me for what has transpired here."
"You bastard!
You planned this all!"
"Hardly. My plans did not involve you
in any way, Frederick...you were the one who sought to upstage me at
every turn."
"What the hell are you talking
about?"
"Isn't it obvious? You were only included in this
project because you were the first to succeed in the DNA grafting
process, when so many others had failed before you...including
myself."
"This was supposed to be research! A cure for the
world's diseases! You've turned me into a monster!"
"Wrong.
Every bit of this you did yourself. I merely refrained from speaking
out at the mistakes you made, as it was in my best interest...as
well as my employer's."
"Just what are you
planning?"
"Well, lately, I've discovered my own view of
things has begun to stray from that of those who hired me, so I'm
going to take matters into my own hands. You, Frederick, meant to be
a human being impervious to sickness, shall now be the prototype of
a grand legacy. The data we obtain from you will eventually spawn an
entire race of Gears."
"You won't get away with
this!"
"Ah, but I already have."
As the needle buried
itself into his arm, Frederick caught one last glimpse of his
adversary before everything went black.
The man had been
smiling.
Is this the real life- Is this just
fantasy- Caught in a landslide- No escape from
reality-
Surprisingly energetic, Sol stepped lightly down
the street, smiling as an officer of the law stepped out from around
the corner on his afternoon patrol. The policeman nodded politely as
he passed, then returned to his work, whistling
softly.
Open your eyes Look up to the skies and
see- I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy- Because I'm easy
come, easy go, A little high, little low, Anyway the
wind--
Sol frowned.
The
hell?
Shaking his head, he wondered yet again whether he
was coming down with something. Hell, an alien world like this? The
very air he was breathing could be contaminated.
Oh, now
that's just silly. The people of this city seem nice and
orderl--GAH!
The bounty hunter came to a stop almost
immediately, his eyes wide and his heart beating faster than normal.
Wiping a bead of perspiration from his brow, he looked up at the
clear afternoon sky and sighed.
Something is definitely
not right about this place.
Well, whatever. There wasn't
much he could do about it now.
His gaze wandering, Sol failed
to notice the cathedral until he was nearly on top of it.
He
studied the damaged building slowly, taking in every minute detail,
then suddenly realized he was humming.
He listened a
moment.
The fuck? Mozart?
That had been the
man's favorite music, not his.
"The hell's wrong with
me?"
No, now he knew it for a fact...something was wrong with
this city.
Screw it. I gotta get
inside.
Reluctantly, he entered the cathedral.
It
reminded him a great deal of the church they'd used as a
headquarters during his final days as a Knight of the Holy
Order.
Ah, yes, the Holy Order. A good group of men and
women, they'd been, a brave few who'd volunteered to stand against
the Gear onslaught when times were at their most
dire.
Why...what's going on?
Men and women
who'd never even gotten a proper
burial.
Head...spinning.
Kneeling before the
great altar before him, Sol closed his eyes and lowered his
head.
“Our father, who art in heaven..."
A familiar
voice behind him startled him out of his
prayer.
"Yo."
***********
R-vote to
Daisetsu R-vote to Ky
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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When
the light had faded away, Testament and Zio found themselves alone,
in the midst of a well maintained city park in the city of Nantos.
Something seemed odd, though; it was as though this place had a
strange aura about it. Testament frowned, pondering the odd ambience
that seemed to permeate this city; then, uncharacteristically, he
smiles.
"What a happenin' day it is. The...like...really
shiny sun, the blue skies, the green grass. Its days like this that
make me realize that the world isn't such a bad place after all, you
know?"
What the hell am I
saying?!
Testament frowns for a moment.
Yes, there was something very, very wrong here...
"But how
can anything be unhip on this groovy day?"
Beside him, Zio
morphs into human form...except now she's clad in white robes
instead of her usual exceedingly scanty outfit.
"Yes,
Testament-sama! It's a beautiful day! Let us go and spread the word,
sharing with people the true joy of being alive!"
A pair of
the inhabitants of Nantos wander by, wearing slightly forced smiles
as they look at Testament.
"Hey man...what's
happenin'?"
The random person looks a bit freaked out, but
tips his hat and walks on, a bit more quickly than
before.
"Come Testament-sama! We shall spread the word of
peace, love, purity, and the power of the human soul throughout this
city!"
"Right on, babe...let's share the
love." ---
Testament uses FOCUS. Testament uses
Immolation.
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edited by Dry31 on 04-25-2003 at 06:40 PM
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 5:2 -
Meet Again
A
single fleck of ash dropped from the end of the burning cigarette,
floating slowly to the ground. Sol's eyes followed it until it
landed softly, then travelled up Ky's body. The Holy Knight's white
robes were coated in blood, the red liquid splashed on wherever it
could be. The Fuuraiken and Fuuenken in his hands were coated with
the same dark substance, and as he watched, drops dripped from the
ends, forming small pools on the floor.
Ky grinned.
"Cigarette?"
Almost instinctively, Sol replied "No, I
don-" Ah to hell with this shit!
"Ky - what's up with
you, boy?" Sol stood up frantically, trying to disguise what he'd
been doing - but a glint in Ky's eye said he'd seen it all.
"I've been... thinking, Sol. About a lot of things." He
flicked another speck of ash, leaning against the door-frame. Sol
looked around - no other way out except behind me if I need to
escape - why the hell would I want to run away?
"It's
kind of a concidence, isn't it, Sol? Us meeting here, like this. All
on our lonesome, in a place of God. Except it's not a place of God
anymore, is it? I mean, just look at the place. Looks like Mal'Ganis
got here first, or Shang, or something." He grinned, flicking the
end of the cigarette away. "But they didn't, Sol. It's just you
and me - and only one of us is leaving here alive,
goddamnit!"
Something in Sol's mind clicked into place.
This man is a disgrace to the church! Quick, run and ge -
"No way." Sol stretched lazily. "That ain't you, Kiske.
I know you, and you ain't some kinda psycho. Maybe a zealot, sure,
but not a psycho. Oh, and one other thing..." Ky cocked his head to
one side - and flew back into the wall, as Sol's Fafnir punch
connected with his midriff. Sol deftly caught something flying
through the air.
"You don't smoke, kid." Pulling out a
cigarette, he placed it in his mouth, and clicked his fingers near
to it. A spark lept, lighting the white tube. Sol took a deep
breath, and breathed out, as Ky stood up, his eyes narrowed evilly.
"That's about it, Kiske. You ain't right, I wasn't right, I snapped
out of it, and you ain't gonna leave here without a fight. Yeah, I
recognise that, kid, and it reminds me too much of myself a few
years back. So wipe that grin off your face, and put yer fists up,
cause I'm gonna beat that mojo out of you if it's the last thing I
do!"
Ky grinned, and in one swoop tossed the Fuuenken to Sol.
"You're on, Badguy. But let's make this a fair fight, eh? I'd hate
to think I whupped your ass into the ground without giving you at
least a chance, eh?" Ky's eyes reminded Sol of a cat, toying with a
mouse.
This mouse had claws.
Raising the Fireseal,
Sol grinned. "You're a foolish guy, Kiske - but I'll give you the
fight you want." He thought for a second. "Hell, I'll give you the
fight you deserve!"
Ky grinned. "En-garde, Sol. Think of
this as a fight for all the people you killed, you fucking
hypocrite!"
The time for talking was over. The two blades
met - and the fight was on.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 05:55
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: Xenogears - Solaris - Eden of Heaven
Bruce checked the
commercial zone of the city of Nantos; it's quickly becoming a habit
of his. He sauntered along a variety of goods; from weapons, to
armor, to catnip, this place was as loaded as a flea market.
It's pretty clean here. Not a speck of dust.
So?
He found a small shop selling
musical instruments of many varieties; percussion, woodwind, and
cracked copies of FruityLoops. The clerk here was an interesting
fellow; he was balding, lanky, around fourty years old, and sported
a t-shirt from out of this world, which read "Iron
Maiden."
I see. Iron Maiden does indeed transcend
universes in popularity.
"Hey...are you Moby?" the clerk
asked, while caressing his pierced goatee. "Damn, Moby's here." The
clerk wasn't particularly excited, but the presense of a musician in
this shop surely meant a sale was about to take place.
"Uh,
... yeah, I'm Moby. I was just browsing." Bruce checked the back of
the store, carousing the congas, the rattles, the tambourines, the
keyboards; anything which seemed to call out for him. After a minute
of searching, he came across an instrument which glowed green,
almost calling out to him: an ocarina, sweet potato variety.
Excited, Bruce ran up to the counter with it in his hand. "I'd like
this," he said giddily.
"Alright... ... uh, what's the price
on it?"
Banner noticed that the numbers on the sticker on
the ocarina meant that it cost something; Bruce was still broke.
Knowing he had no money, Bruce found no other
alternative.
***
After knocking out the clerk, Bruce
dashed out of the store, looking for a safe spot to put on the
ring.
It's a solid white ocarina. Yeah, a ring goes here;
in the back.
Bruce placed his pearl ring into the
ocarina, and it began to automatically play a serene
melody...
Cue song: Xenogears - Tears of the Stars Hearts
of the People
Bruce settled down; he did not transform
this time.
It's obvious; this must be
your own tune.
It's a sad tune.
Heh.
How much of a puss are you
Bruce?
It's not a coincidence; the story of Bruce
Banner and his complete assimilation into the monster his fragile
life had earned him more than his share of melancholy.
But of
all the unmentionable attrocities which inflicted him in his
childhood, not even those could overwhelm his sorrow to surpass that
of the time his wife Betty died; killed by his rival, the
Abomination's, radioactive blood. However, she became weakened to
radiation before that, by mere contact with Bruce Banner, whose body
had become sickeningly poisoning with long endured
contact.
So, Bruce had a right for his own song to be a
tragic one.
***
R-Vote! Ky Kiske! R-Vote! Shang
Tsung!
A-Vote x 150! Xenogears! An excellent soundtrack
packed with excellent framing; but still shit at the
end.
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
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“Nice,” Vice said, glancing around the city they been
teleported to. “Doesn’t look nearly as much fun as the last place,
though.”
“I don’t think so,” Mature replied. “Look.” Mature
pointed over to her right. Vice followed Mature’s direction. The
blonde was pointing towards two teenage girls, easily recognizable
as Mint and Alma.
“Not again,” the brunette moaned. “Face it
Mature, she’s not like us. She doesn’t have the killer instinct.
She… Mature?”
While Vice was talking Mature had quickly
jogged over to Alma. “Mature!” Alma gasped, surprised at the older
woman’s sudden appearance.
“Alma sweety!” Mature exclaimed,
picking up the smaller girl and hugging her tightly. Alma looked
uncomfortable and confused. Vice and Mint just looked confused.
“Oh,” Mature said as she set Alma back down. “Dear, it’s a bit
breezy out. Don’t you think you should be wearing a
sweater?”
Alma, Vice, and Mint facefaulted.
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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Though
not one for optimism, I don't see where the harm could come from for
acting in reverse. Oh well. For the glory of Jun! Junners, hoe!
Erm... ho!:
King Chapter 5: Uni
Inverse Section 1
Nantos,
Capital of Light
"What a marvelous city!" King
cried out, tears welling up in her eyes as she viewed the
magnificent architecture of her new surroundings.
The
towering buildings of Nantos, Capital of Light, Capital of Naclos,
Capital of the Five, Capital of all they were fighting, had already
overwhelmed her from the minute she opened her eyes. King now openly
burst into tears, too happy about what the gorgeous city looked like
to notice a middle-aged man run to her, his facial expression one of
seeming worry. She hadn't even noticed that she was standing in a
park of sorts, though no children were around to tip her off.
"My God!" He yelled, looking at the bloodstained clothes
that King was wearing and the cuts in them, most noticeably the
slash in them that had revealed her bra.
"Um...." he began,
drooling at the slashed area, but quickly stemmed his libido
temporary to restart his act, hoping King wouldn't notice; she was
too busy crying. "Are you on alright Miss?!"
King was still
crying, but she stopped as the man grabbed her shoulders and asked
again. "Are you on alright young Lady?!"
"Yes... *sob*
yes... *sob* I am *sob* fine..." King tearfully stammered, her tears
rolling down her cheeks and all over her the neck, and now on to the
man's hands. "It is... *sob* it is j... *sob*..."
"Yes?" He
asked, concern still on painted on his face.
"It is jus...
*sob* it is just... *sob*"
"Yes?!" The man inquired, now
visibly annoyed for a moment. He swiftly regained his composure
hoping King wouldn't notice; she didn't again as the lower part of
her face was now completely wet.
"IT IS JUST SO
BEAUTIFUL!!!" King suddenly blared, her face exploding in even
more tears. "I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT!"
The man slightly
sweatdropped. "You're not from around here."
Please say
yes, please say yes. The man thought in synch with his
groin.
"Yes. I mean," King paused to finally try, in a single
Sisyphean attempt, and wipe the tears from her eyes; she momentarily
stopped crying. "Well, no. I'm not from around here."
"Just
as I figured," he said openly.
Just as I hoped. He
thought inwardly. And just as I hope that I get to bend you over
and....
His pornucopia of mental images were disrupting
by King suddenly springing forward, embrace him in a tight enough
hug that her breasts pressed again his chest. Soon, she wasn't the
only thing that sprung forward, not that she noticed.
"Uh..." he said blushing, trying to resist the urge
to do his male duty.
"Would it be too much ask you, kind
sir," King began in a womanly whisper, slightly seductive, but
unknowingly so; she had finally stopped crying completely. "If you
could give a tour of this grand city?
"Uh sure," the man
replied, he himself unsure about her seeming naiveté.
Is
this my lucky day?
"And perhaps," she started again as
she took a single whiff of her clothes before moving her head away,
her face twisted in repugnance. "Even take me for a change of
clothes?"
"Of course."
Of course! It will be easy
get my bed sheets as your new clothes after we get these dirty,
dirty clothes. Yes!
"Then, after, my brave, strong
gentlemen, we would it be alright if I accompanied you home? I seem
to be out of a residence!" King asked sheepishly, as she stepped
back and attempted to curtsy with the torn pants she had
on.
"Of course, my lady," he said, mimicking her as he
responded with a bow.
So there is a God! And if
what Kalis said about polite women being wild in the sack, then that
will be the lay of a ten lifetimes! The man resisted
pumping his arms in the air at his unbelievably good
fortune.
"If I may have your arm, good sir," she
asked.
"Please, fair lady..." he paused to think of how
stupid he was sounding, but he finally decided it would be
well worth it. "Call me Relius."
"Thank you sir, oh
my! Sorry," she said, curtsying again at her "mistake". "Thank you
Relius." She held out her right arm in a stiff looking sort of hook
as she awaited him.
"That's alright..." he once again paused
as he now stepped side-by-side with her and then hook his left arm
to her arm. "Say, what is your name?"
"King," she shyly said,
now embarrassed at its manliness; they began to
walk.
"King?!" Relius asked rhetorically, honestly shocked.
"That's no good...." He trailed off as he pretended to look upwards
deep in though.
"What should we call you?" He began again,
still looking up in "thought".
Queen of the Walking
Breasts? Or perhaps Just Another Lay? The Missionary Positioned?
Ruggedy Ann? Humping Humping Hippos?
He stopped abruptly,
before snapping his fingers as a "Eureka!" look spread across his
face. "I know, we'll call you 'Annifer', after my dear old
grandmother."
The lousy whore, he added in
thought.
"Okay," "Annifer" responded, also stopping.
"With that settled, let's go get you some new clothes."
Because the sooner we get you new clothes, the sooner I
get to take them off.
And they began walking
again.
---
The spirit of the special rule, King er...
"Annifer" will be acting the opposite as she has before. This means
that:
- She wouldn't hide the fact that's a woman.
- She'll be extremely grammatically correct.
- She'll be emotive, but only in the lovey-dovey way.
- She wouldn't fight or even think of it.
- She's easily deceived/deluded.
- She'll be wearing at least be wearing dress by time any one
runs into her.
Also, Relius, though jealous and
two-faced, will not act like an ass in front of King/Annifer. He
will try to impress her, but not in anyway that will upset
her.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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The Night Beckons...
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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In this entry....
-Mal'Ganis
decides to try being human. -So he does human stuff. Writes a
love letter, goes to a bar, and so on. -Quite possibly my only
comedy post of all of SX. Spot all the cameos! 
---
Mal'Ganis tapped his chin with one of
his iron-hard talons. No, that's still not right. He sighed
and crumpled that eighteenth sheet of paper and tossed it aside,
taking another and setting it on the desk in front of him. He shook
his head and dipped his quill-pen into a handy vial of bl-- er, ink,
yes, that just happened to be red[super]1[/super], and began writing
anew.
Lady Jun,
Do you remember what we did in the
hot springs just a few days ago? We should do it again
sometime.
...no! That's totally wrong! If someone else
reads that, they will get entirely the wrong idea.
He
scowled and tossed the nineteenth letter away.
Next....
---
Mal'Ganis's burning eyes were
starting to blur. Thirty....
---
Lady
Jun,
I recall fondly our all-too-brief time together in the
city of your home. It was a city of unrivaled beauty, yet it now
seems dim to my eyes, because you had left it.
And still it
was the place where I first realized that another being in all the
worlds cared for me, a beautiful, yet strong, woman, who took my
heart when she offered me her soul. I learned that what I had done
was wrong, and you helped to teach me that I could be more than what
I was.
Now it seems we are nearing the end of our time
together. We now stand in the capital of your enemies, and we are
here as conquerors, not as guests. But a part of me... wishes that I
could remain here, with you, forever. Yet also not 'forever,' for
though as I am I will never die, your years are numbered by your own
frail body, and then you will return to rest with your ancestors.
And I would again be alone.
Jun, you had told me that I was
an Oni, a monster, who lived only to kill and took pleasure
only in suffering. And that is what I was. And that you could not
love. But, Jun... you also spoke of an existence where I need not
prey on mortals to survive. An existence that, though alien to me,
is what you have embraced.
Jun, what I mean to say is this. I
am willing to become mortal, and forever give up my dark path, if it
means I could stay with you, though our years be
numbered.
You were the first person to ever show me love.
Now, if you still will it, I will return it to you.
Thank
you, Jun.
(Signed) Mal'Ganis
The Dreadlord almost
couldn't believe it. Finally. Something that she would actually
suffer to read all the way through.
"You!" Mal'Ganis
yelled to the street below him, where a tall, blonde mortal was
making a terrible racket removing piece after piece of red-and-gold
powered armor, throwing them around the alley.
"Um, what?"
Samus called up, running a hand through her wavy blonde
hair.
Ooh... not bad, not bad at all... er.... "Er...
yes. Would you do a favor for me?"
She crossed her arms over
her top, which was some tight blue fabric; and left her finely toned
midriff bare. "Depends. It'd best not be fighting those bloody
pirates again... I think I broke a nail last time, and I hate
getting blood all over my armor!"
Mal'Ganis drummed his
fingers impatiently on the windowsill, then sighed again. "...you'll
do." he murmured. "All you need do is deliver a letter for me. Do
you think you... could, ah... do that for me?"
"Um, like,
sure!" Samus called back up, giggling. "Anything for a nice guy like
you."
The Nathrezim-- at least for now-- shook his head, but
tossed the sealed envelope down to the blonde, who jumped up twice,
finally grabbing it near the apex of her second hop. Mal'Ganis found
himself incapable of looking away, and, upon finding his voice;
called down to her, "Ah... very nice. That goes to Jun. You know
her, right?"
"OK!"
....
...well....
Mal'Ganis thought, as the blonde woman skipped away, There are
many things mortals are known for. I suppose now I need... to get a
drink. Or a lot of drinks.
---
The Dreadlord
wandered through Nantos for the better part of an hour, relying on
his telepathy to try to find an open tavern-- the church crackdown
was severe here, and nearly all the pubs he found-- there were
surprisingly many-- were closed during the day.
Finally, near
the south-western side of the capital, nestled among several
tenemant complexes, was a remarkably busy bar. The wooden sign over
the front double-doors was, curiously, in a Script besides Naclon,
he assumed it was to hide it from the authorities. Mal'Ganis threw
open the light twin doors and stepped in.
And this... is
the capital of the church?!
Mal'Ganis possessed a
formidable vocabulary; but even he could find no word to describe
the scene within. Eventually he decided on something between
"carousal" and "festival," trying to meet the double-bars and thus
two rows of drunken patrons, an entire band near the left side,
including a harpsichord, drums, and some harps and flutes; nearly a
dozen dancing girls in strategic positions around the large-- he
would say nearly eighty feet wide, twenty-five feet across, plus a
kitchen in the back-- room.
All-- well, maybe half-- eyes
turned toward Mal'Ganis. The Dreadlord nodded in reply of reply,
keeping his head held up and gaze fierce. Almost immediately the
buzz of conversation changed to the newcomer, and the demon made his
way to the bar, taking a seat three down from the bartender himself,
sweeping aside the two men on both sides of him with his
wings.
"Barkeep?" Mal'Ganis began.
"Y-yeah?" the
quivering human replied.
What was the mortal tradition...
oh. "I would like to buy a drink for everyone in the Poring's
Lap."
"Yeah!"
---
"So what's your name,
pal?" a man to Mal'Ganis's left asked, and the demon barely noticed
his religious symbol-- an ankh, for him-- tucked inside his
robes.
"Aneth-- I mean, Ron. Ron. That's it."
"'Ron,'
eh? Well, Ron, you seem like a really great guy. Want another
drink?"
Mal'Ganis nodded. "That green beverage that
gentleman," the demon said, gesturing with his head to a "man" that
looked suspiciously like a bear, even down to his eyes, muzzle,
claws... never mind... "Is having."
The barkeep's jaw
dropped. "That's... um, well, pretty powerful. Are you
sure?"
---
"So, 'Ron...' what's your last name?" one
of the dancers asked huskily, patting his shoulder. "Nobody
can have just one name."
"It's... um... the...
Destroyer."
She blinked. "Eh?"
"Troy." Mal'Ganis
amended quickly. "Troy. 'Ron Troy.' That's me."
Karen grinned
and forced herself onto Mal'Ganis's lap. "Wanna drink, Ron
Troy?"
---
"I'd drink that like, Tom." the
mortal-in-training managed, pointing to a gold bottle, this one with
a distinct squirrel label on it.
"Oh... no, Ron, you don't
want that. It makes people jump around and say 'XD' a lot. Mm, hm.
Dangerous brew."
"Ish fine," Mal'Ganis waved dismissively. "I
can handle my licker."
Tim-- not Tom-- shrugged. "OK, fine."
I mean, the mortal thought, At least he's picking all the
really expensive ones.
---
"You drunk I'm think?"
Mal'Ganis stammered, really getting into the swing of things
now.
"I think you've had enough, pal." Tim replied, shaking
his head.
"But I'm juss tryin' to see what bein' a mortal ish
all aboot..." the demon said plaintively, looking at his twentieth
or so, he'd long since lost count; glass.
"Well, gettin'
drunk's a big part of it." said Lorelei, who was only on her third
drink; Mal'Ganis had of course paid for them all. "Are you sleeping
with anybody? That's a big part of it too. And most of us go to
church, but... that doesn't seem your style."
"Nope. I'm
church not liking it." he said, nodding. "If I like, really like,
somebody, I gotta sleep wish her?"
The dancer nodded. "Yep,
that's how it goes. Sometimes you need to give her gifts and stuff
first, though. Unless she really likes you, or you get her
drunk."
"I shee. So... ness time I see Jun, I need 'ta ask
her to sleep with me? But why'sh that? To get warm?"
Lorelei
blushed slightly. "Um... well, that's one way of saying it, I
suppose."
---
"So tell us about this lucky girl, Ron."
another red-skinned demon, who had introduced himself as Jeff; and
had promptly gotten loaded himself, asked; and the entire bar
chorused in approval.
"Oh, well, she's pretty nice,"
Mal'Ganis replied, suddenly sounded perfectly sober. When he noticed
that nearly everyone was frowning, or in shock; at the sudden
change, he realized that perhaps he had to keep up the act. "Yesh,
she'sh think I'm pretty..." he mumbled. "And very nish. But she
wanted ta break up wish me."
"Aww... there, there," Jeff
offered, patting him on the back. "That's usually how it goes.
What'd she tell you?"
"She worked out and said it wouldn't.
Sinsh I steal souls and she'sh, well, kinda attashed to
hers."
"Oh, yeah, them's the breaks, eh?" Jeff turned back to
the bar. "Hey, Tim! Another! I'll pay for this one!"
Tim
shook his head, but poured Mal'Ganis his sixty-third drink, and slid
it down the counter to the demon, who wearily stared at
it.
"I really think I'm done." Mal'Ganis replied, tone
normal, and he slowly rose.
"Are you sure?" Agatha asked,
playfully scratching under his chin.
"Ye-- er, yesh." the
demon replied. "I learned I think losh o' stuff aboot bein' mortal.
Like you need to letter girlsh, and sleep with writing, and give her
gifts when she'sh as'leep if I like her. And get her
drunk."
"Yep." Jeff replied, beaming; showing row after row
of fangs. "That's just about it. It always worked for
me!"
Mal'Ganis slowly nodded. "Gotcha." He staggered to the
door, then turned around. "Thanks, to you all."
Well...
that's... quite odd. Do I really need to do all those things to be a
good mortal? On the other hand, I suppose it doesn't seem
that complicated....
---
Remember, Mint,
Shizumaru, Alma, and Testament, you're free to claim your
R-votes this round.
"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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Maester of Monsters
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
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Yuri Hyuga I -
The Man With The Monocle
Urmnaf
Bort Huyga waved his arm languidly, the pipe's smoke wafting
delicately through the afternoon summer air. "And so you see, my
dear, is it not a far better thing to accept one's inner evil than
to ever force it away? As Aristotle said, only by understanding our
demons do we become men."
"Um..." the civilian stammered,
clutching at her washing while being questioned by the strange man,
"I guess so. But what happens if you can't handle it? The evil, I
mean?"
"Why, then, one must try again until you succeed in
doing so," the Russian replied, bringing the ornate wooden pipe back
to his lips and drawing smoke into his lungs. An unsavoury habit,
perhaps, but then it was his free choice to accept such worldy
evils. "Is not life an endless series of challenges, being empty
without such struggles?"
The woman stared at the strange man
who had stopped to ask directions to the nearest church, then
launched into some strange debate on the philosophy of evil after
she'd mentioned what little demons her children were. "I - I don't
know about that," she stammered, looking around nervously to see if
anyone would rescue her from him. "I guess I understand what
mischief they get up to, but I don't have to put up with it
-"
Urmnaf interrupted her, one eye glinting in appreciation
through a glass monocle. "Dear woman! Of course it is your task to
discipline your charges - I only ask about the state of your own
soul! It would not do to become embittered through the measures you
must take with them, and have such feelings affect how you view
them. They are human, after all, not demonic, no matter their
behaviour."
Sighing, the woman put her washing back in the
basket. She sure wasn't going to get anything done while this
nutcase was here; she considered calling the police, but she
couldn't honestly say he was doing anything wrong. "I... thank you
for your words. I'll be sure to keep them in mind next time I have
to handle the little 'uns."
The Harmonixer smiled broadly,
straightening as he stood up from his idle lean against the wall.
"That is all I would ask of you, and I thank you also for your
directions. I leave you with one last thing before I go; a
commerative haiku as rememberance of our meeting." Urmnaf cleared
his through, removing the pipe from between his lips, then spoke
richly into the silence.
"Thoughts of childhood
play;
Understand their games and mess;
We were once
like they."
Urmnaf chuckled lightly as he walked away
from the poor bemused woman, enjoying the glow of the sun as he
walked through the clean, open city. Such a place! Such an open,
unrestricted city where free men could discuss ideas and exchange
points of view without fear of discrimation! He was already warming
to the place like he had no other in this tournament where they had
been uncordially invited.
The Harmonixer sighed as he walked
alone through Nantos, his crude steel boots striking down on the
finely worked stonework of the streets. The beauty of the city was
just amazing - it was like it had been designed from the ground up
as a major place of peace, not starting out as a small village and
developing overtime into a mess of civilisation.
He shook his
head, running one thick hand through roughly-kept hair. He knew that
his rough leather clothers were attracting attention from passerbys,
polite in speech and perhaps too polite to say anything about his
dress and decorum. He'd already seemed to have offended some of the
locals, threatening with his weapons when they were unable to answer
his questions and having to resolve certain problems with the local
police force shortly afterwards.
And Yuri... such a crude
name. It often drew him stares of attention when he used it in the
Eastern lands, being the same as a Japanese word for unsavoury
female conduct, and such things were now beginning to bother him now
although they had entertained at the time. How could he have taken
such crude satisfaction in the discomfort of others, inward pleasure
from their looks of shock and disgust as he used his earthiness and
base charm to entertain?
He had needed another name, one that
was more respectful to himself and others. Urmnaf, his mother's
original choice from before he was born.
Yes. That was a
good name.
Luckily the woman's directions were easy to
follow, although her mental structuring needed some honing in
thought, and Urmnaf soon found himself at a small church near the
centre of the city. He had learned from idle gossip that a man he
wished to meet was here, spreading his wisdom and beliefs from the
pulpit.
Religious verbosity was too tightly focused, of
course - the laymen of the church might be learned in their fields,
but too often they were unwilling to moderate their views with those
of others. To lay their ideals down, to allow their inspection by
the thoughts and beliefs down so that they might be modified for the
better. That was the root of all philosophy.
Walking through
the church's entrance into its well-lit interior, Urmnaf spied the
man he wished to speak with. The robed sorceror was inside, still
standing at the pulpit as he read from one of the great books of the
church. It was good that he studied the great texts, believing not
merely the internal logic of his own self, but his views still
needed moderation and the Harmonixer wished to enter into debate
with such a mind.
"Good day, Shang Tsung!" Urmnaf called out
in greeting, lifting his pipe from his lips in politeness as the man
looked up from his literature. "It is a fine thing to see you
here!"
The sorceror looked up, smiling as he beheld the
Harmonixer. "Goode Fellowe, welcome to thine humble place of
prayer!" the man called back, laying down his text and stepping down
from the pulpit to greet his visitor as an equal. "Mayest I enquire
of what Purpose thee would set foote within this most sacred of
places, thou who seemeth not to believe in Our Lord?"
"I came
to speak with you, Lord Tsung," Urmnaf replied respectfully. "To
speak of souls, and of demons, and what lies within us all. We spoke
of such things in the place we first met, and I have wish to discuss
such things with you!"
The sorceror stroked his beard,
gesturing over to a table at one side. "Indeede, something I knoweth
much of! Wouldst thoust partake of mine knowledge and the wine of
the Church as We ponder such things?"
"I would, my opponent
in thought," Urmnaf murmured as he walked over, "although my beliefs
do not hold to such things. He tasted the wine; it was an excellent
vintage, yet with an underlay of the common touch of all men. "Now,"
he began, "what do you say of the ownership of souls, whether our
own or those of others?"
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EDIT: Ignore that special
ability, if you saw it. I'll save up for later.
EDIT 2: Since
this is my first post, I'll FOCUS.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 07:05
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Jellomancer
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Amethyst calmly walked the streets, smiling and nodding
at the few passersby he encountered. So peaceful right now...
There doesn't even seem to be any fighting going on... With any
luck, we might get out of this area without
any
deathburningcrushingkilling
trouble.
...What?
killdestroyshredrendbloodKILL
"Ugh!"
Amethyst tottered for a moment, leaning against a lamppost as one
hand went to his forehead. A passing man looked at him
oddly.
"Are you... all right, sir?"
Amethyst nodded
weakly. "Yes, just a bit of a sudden headache. If you could point me
to the nearest druggist, I think I could find something to take for
it." Numbly, Amethyst listened as the man related a series of
directions.
"...And take a right on Fortuna Avenue. It'll be
the third building on the right."
"Thank you..."
killitkillitKILLIT
"You sure you're all right? You
want me to see if I can flag down a carriage or
something?"
Amethyst pushed himself off the lightpost. "No, I
think I'll be... okay." DEATH
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Hooray for
slow sanity loss! 
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 07:06
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~Keep
Yourself Alive~ Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track 2
I have
sinned dear Father Father I have sinned Try and help me
Father Won't you let me in? Liar Nobody believes me
Liar Why don't they leave me alone?
The formless
chorus faded into the background as the tension of the unfolding
battle increased, and the beat became one of the rhthymic clash of
swords.
"I'll enjoy watching you die, Sol!"
*clang*
"Wake up, boy!"
*crack*
The Fireseal flared
menacingly as it flashed through the air, and its counterpart
crackled with electricity as it sped through the intervening
distance to meet it.
With a fraction more pressure, Sol's
blade slid free of the Thunderseal and into a lunging slash, the
sword smoking red as it took a swipe at Ky's chest, but the boy
managed to avoid the blow with a quick spin. The Fuuraiken lit up,
and a bolt of charged lightning manifested itself mere feet from
Sol's face.
"Still using the same faulty tactics, eh kid?"
Sol mocked as he sidestepped the attack, just parrying the following
slash with the end of the Fuuenken as he rushed his adversary once
more.
A second clash, and then Ky slid low, his kick knocking
Sol off balance. As the Thunderseal dug painfully into Sol's legs,
sending the man reeling, the knight smirked.
"You were
saying?" he laughed, diving forward once more.
With speed
that even Sol would have difficulty matching, the boy slid to a halt
just behind him as his blade flashed again, steel shredding the
bounty hunter's unprotected back. And still before he could react,
Ky finished the attack with a quick backflip, the Thunderseal
flaring azure as it tore into his side.
Landing gracefully,
Kiske wasted no words as Sol recovered, grasping his sword in both
hands to thrust at the man's chest just as he spun.
The tip
of the blade found home inches from the dark-haired swordsman's
heart, and blood splattered to the ground, but Sol didn't even
grunt.
"Gun Flame!"
The inferno swept around the boy
instantly, the heat searing into him painfully as he leapt back,
releasing a second bolt of electricity from the
Thunderseal.
Sol didn't so much as flinch as the Stun Edge
found home. He rushed forward, flames blazing all around, and drove
his fist into Kiske's gut just before the boy landed, rising into
the air with all his might--
--Gritting his teeth, Ky brought
his sword in close, clutching at it with both hands as a wave of
white light washed around him, knocking Sol back to the
ground.
Sire I have stolen stolen many times Raised my
voice in anger When I know I never should Liar oh ev'rybody
deceives me Liar why don't you leave me alone
The
moment his foot struck the smooth floor of the cathedral, the knight
swung his sword.
"Ride The Lightning!"
This time, Sol
was ready.
Wordlessly, the bounty hunter twirled the Fuuenken
about, and his very being ignited, the inferno surrounding him as he
charged.
Fire and lightning clashed as the combatants
collided.
Liar I have sailed the seas Liar from Mars to
Mercury Liar I have drunk the wine Liar time after
time Liar you're lying to me Liar you're lying to me Father
please forgive me You know you'll never leave me Please will
you direct me in the right way Liar liar liar liar Liar that's
what they keep calling me Liar liar liar
Wearily, the
two men got to their feet and raised their weapons once
more.
"Give it up, Ky," Sol muttered without any real
conviction.
The blonde Frenchman cackled.
There's
something I never thought I'd hear.
"Look, kid...you're
not yourself. You--"
"Then who am I, Sol?
You?"
Ignoring the other man's laughter, Sol
frowned.
Yeah, that's right...you're a heartless bastard
yourself, now.
Kiske's chuckle cut off abruptly as he
raised the Thunderseal once more.
"No, Sol, no matter what I
become in the days ahead, I will never be you. And now I'll
prove it to you."
The Fuuraiken became a
blur.
Listen are you gonna listen Mama I'm gonna be
your slave All day long Mama I'm gonna try behave All day
long Mama I'm gonna be your slave All day long I'm gonna
serve you till your dying day All day long I'm gonna keep you
till your dying day All day long I'm gonna kneel down by your
side and pray All day long and pray All day long and
pray All day long and pray All day long all day long all day
long All day long all day long all day long
Gasping,
Sol managed to block Ky's final strike just in time, but suffered a
grazing blow as the furious knight pressed the advantage, forcing
Sol to back off entirely.
Shit. Never would have thought
he could fight like this.
Bleeding from several wounds,
the bounty hunter focused on his defense, trying desperately to
create an opening, but no opportunity for a counterattack was
given.
Ky Kiske, consumed with a terrifying passion, was
finally living his dream.
His eyes were hatred incarnate as
he stared at his enemy, and still Sol fell back.
As the boy
came ever closer to breaking past his guard, Sol noticed he seemed
to be muttering to himself.
I've got to get him to snap
out of it.
Ky laughed yet again as the Fuuraiken made
deep gash in his opponent's arm, then gasped as the bounty hunter
dropped his guard altogether and pressed forward, his hand shooting
out to take the boy by the neck.
The Fuuraiken flashed
again.
All day long all day long all day long Liar liar
they never ever let you win Liar liar everything you do is
sin Liar nobody believes you Liar they bring you down before
you begin Now let me tell you this Now you know you could be
dead before they let you
Ignoring the pain, Sol brought
Ky's face close to his and whispered, "What happened to your
justice?"
The boy's eyes remained focused on the blade of the
Fuuraiken.
"Wha...what is this? What are you?"
"ANSWER
ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
His eyes wide, Ky looked up, then
averted his gaze as Sol's eyes drilled into
his.
"I...I..."
The bounty hunter's face was pale but
nonetheless fearsome. "You've really fucked up this time, boy. Now,
tell me. What happened to your goddamn justice?"
Ky looked at
him again, briefly. His eyes narrowed.
"It died along with
the men and women who trusted you," he replied quietly.
With
a roar, the knight thrust Thunderseal still deeper into Sol's
chest.
The Gear winced, then slammed his forehead into
Kiske's chin. The knight went limp, and Sol dropped him to the
ground. Slowly, the bounty hunter's hand gripped the hilt of the
Fuuraiken.
"You'd better start seeing sense soon, Kiske, or
your name'll be added to that list."
Sol screamed as he
pulled the blade free.
The Fuuraiken clattered to the ground
beside the blood-covered hand of Ky Kiske.
Falling to one
knee, Sol glanced at Ky as the boy took the blade and rose wearily
to his feet, his eyes still fierce and frightening.
"No, Sol.
Whatever the hell you are, the only life that will be taken here is
yours. I swear it!"
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"Oh,
thank you so much!" Opera happily accepted the ice cream from
Vincent and began to eat it as daintily and ladylike as she could
manage. It would be dreadful if she were to be anything less than
proper around her gallant bodyguard, after all. "Goodness, this is
delicious....what a wonderful way to spend the day, don't you
think?" She inquired. "Much better than fighting, and being
violent....I do so abhor those things." She shivered at the mere
thought of such horrible ideas.
Vincent nodded in agreement
as he took a large bite of his chocolate ice cream. Swallowing, he
smiled winningly back at her. "Yes this is very good! Lovely day it
is. Couldn't think of a better way than spending it with you,
Opera." His smile widened as he gazed fondly at her. Opera flushed
pink.
"And I feel the same way, Vinny. Your very presence
seems to brighten up the day even further!" Oh Tria, thank you so
much for bestowing upon me such a worthy protector! He is like a ray
of beautiful sunshine into my formerly drab existance....it seems as
though I hadn't truly lived until this beauteous
moment!
Vincent grinned, and cast a glance around the
park, seeming to look for something. Seconds later, his face lit up
with an expression of almost childlike delight, and he clapped his
hands together gleefully. "Let's go find the
fountain!"
"Okay!" Opera squealed. Then her expression became
distressed. "Oh, I don't have any ice cream on my face, do
I?"
"Let's see...." Leaning forward, Vincent carefully
inspected her face, and finally wiped a small bit of chocolate from
her lips. "All set!" He grabbed Opera's hand. "Let's go find that
fountain."
"Thank you so much!" Opera squeezed his hand and
giggled girlishly. Vincent chuckled.
"C'mon! I'm feeling warm
in this getup... I want to feel the sprinkle of the
fountain!"
"Yes, let's go! I wouldn't want you to be
uncomfortable, Vinny dear." Opera batted her eyelashes at
him.
"C'mon! Let's run through this field of grass!" Vincent
let go of Opera's hand and started running forward. "WHEEEEEE!" he
exclaimed joyfully as his boots squished slightly on the damp
grass.
"Oh, Vinny, don't leave me behind!" Opera cried. She
took off running after him....only to trip on a rock and plunge
forward. "Ahhh!"
Hearing her cry out, Vincent dashed back
and caught her as she fell, only to topple backwards onto the grass
himself, with Opera on top of him. "Oomph...." He looked slightly
dazed. "You okay there, hon?" he asked, his voice filled with
concern.
"Oh....oh, I'm fine. Thanks to you...." Opera gazed
adoringly down at her rescuer. He had never looked so handsome or
noble than he did in this moment. "You saved me....thank you so
much!" She wrapped her arms around Vincent's neck and hugged him
tightly.
His chest swelling with pride, Vincent wrapped his
arms around Opera's back and hugged her. To have assisted his
beloved Opera in her time of need....he felt ten feet tall at this
moment. " Anytime, sweetie. I couldn't see a lady as beautiful as
yourself dirty yourself up...."
Opera's eyes welled up with
tears of joy. "Oh, Vincent....you are far too kind to me. I do not
deserve such a noble knight so pure of heart!"
"Naw, you're
too kind." Vincent gently cupped Opera's cheek with his right hand.
"You sure you okay after that fall? No twisted ankles or
anything?"
Opera's eyes sparkled like sunshine on the ocean.
"No, I am fine, thank you. Truly, your concern is unnecessary,
though touching." She blushed slightly.
Chuckling, Vincent
placed his elbows behind himself to sit up slightly. "Just making
sure you aren't hurt...."
"I'm all right, really. And all
because of you...." Opera's voice trailed off as she realized what
he'd just done, and gasped. " Oh, I'm being horribly rude, aren't I?
I should let you up so you don't dirty your cape on the grass!" She
quickly and very carefully extricated herself from him and stood.
Vincent rose as well, dusted himself off, and smiled at
Opera.
"No harm done." He looked out toward the horizon, and
his eyes lit up as he spotted something. "Say.... is that the
fountain?" He jumped up and down with delight as he saw that he was
correct. "IT IS! Last one there is a rotten egg!!!"
Opera
giggled. "Oh, you can go on ahead, I don't think I should try to run
in these awful shoes again." She frowned dejectedly at her high
heels.
"Hmm...." Vincent looked down at Opera's shoes. Then
he got down on his knees, picked up Opera's left leg, removed the
shoe, and put her foot down. He then repeated the process with her
other foot, and grinned up at her when he was done.
"Oh!
Vincent!" Opera clasped her hands together. "What a smart idea! No
wonder I didn't think of it!" She laughed merrily. "You are a
genius!"
Laughing carelessly, Vincent stood and handed the
shoes to the ever-adoring Opera. "Okay, ready now to
race?"
"Well, I can't possibly win, but okay!" Opera giggled
demurely.
"You never know 'till you try, hon," Vincent
reminded her as he got ready. "On your mark...."
"Get
set...." Opera continued.
"GO!" Vincent took off running, and
Opera did the same.
Oh, he's so wonderful....he looks so
handsome and dashing when he's running....
"I know you
can run faster than that!" Vincent called back as he ran down the
hill towards the fountain.
"Oh no, Vin-Vin, I couldn't
possibly keep up with you, your legs are so much longer than mine!"
Opera replied breathlessly as she struggled to catch
up.
"C'mon!" Vincent slowed down a little, turned around, and
starting running backwards, his eyes on Opera.
"All right,
all right, I'm coming!" Opera sped up a bit as she raced down the
hill.
Vincent grinned, but then his giddy expression abruptly
vanished as he tripped on a rock and started to fall backwards.
"AHH---OOMPH!"
"VINNY!" Opera shrieked. She ran forward and
caught him, but not before he'd hit his head, though thankfully not
hard, on the ground. "Oh darling Vinny, are you okay?! You're not
hurt, are you?!" she asked frantically.
" N-not hu-urt,
s-sweetie...." Vincent rubbed his head and collapsed onto his
back.
"VINNY! Say something!" Opera grabbed his shoulders and
shook him. "You have to be all right, I just don't know what I would
DO if you were hurt! Oh, this is all my fault!" Her eyes welled up
with tears.
Looking dazed, Vincent reached up with his right
hand and placed it on Opera's pale, tear-streaked cheek. "You have
six eyes now, sweetie...."
Opera gasped in horror. "Oh no!
There's something wrong with your eyes? Oh, Vinny, it's going to be
okay....it has to be!" She looked around the park frantically.
"But....we need to get you to a doctor first!"
"Hon, it's
okay...." Vincent sat up and smiled a little. "I think I got my
focus back....you now only have five eyes." He winked and grinned at
her.
Opera bit her lip and blushed a bit. "Oh, Vinny
dear....are you sure? I don't want anything to happen to you...."
She clutched his hand tightly in both of hers.
"I'm fine,
honey." Getting up, Vincent pulled Opera with him, and jerked his
head in the direction of the fountain. "C'mon, let's go sit on the
edge of it."
"O-okay, but do watch yourself, all right? Take
it easy....I'd hate to see you get hurt again." Opera's eyes filled
with fresh tears at the mere thought of anything happening to her
precious Vincent. She'd only just found him, and nothing was going
to take him away from her if she had anything to do about
it!
"Don't cry, sweetheart." Vincent hugged Opera. " I'll be
just fine, don't you worry. I just lost wind, that's all." He softly
kissed the top of her head.
"All right, if you say so." Opera
hugged back tightly. "Let's go sit and rest at the
fountain."
Vincent nodded, and kept an arm around Opera's
shoulder as they walked slowly towards the fountain. "Yeah." He
chuckled. "I don't want anything to ruin today! Let's eat some fudge
while we're at the fountain, 'kay?" He held up the bag for her to
see.
"Okay!" Opera smiled brightly up at him. "It's almost as
sweet as you are!" she added cheerfully.
Vincent blushed.
"Ha! You're not going to eat me up, are you?" He grinned and played
with the rose that was still in Opera's blonde hair as they
walked.
"Well, you're certainly cute enough to, but I
wouldn't be able to enjoy your company or protection if I did that,
would I?" Opera grinned back at him, her cheeks a bit
pink.
Laughing out loud, Vincent wrapped his right arm around
Opera's neck and gave her a gentle noogie with his claw. "You're too
cute, Opera!"
Opera's cheeks pinkened further at the
compliment. "Oh, Vinny! I bet you say that to all the girls! What a
smooth-talker you are!" She giggled and ruffled his raven
hair.
He laughed easily as he sat down on the edge of the
fountain, taking Opera's hand as she joined him. "Naw, I don't. Only
to those girls I like." He winked again at her.
Opera became,
if possible, even redder at this. "Oh, Vinny...." She sighed and
gazed adoringly at him. "I....I like you too, Vinny...." she managed
shyly.
Smiling lovingly, Vincent cupped Opera's cheek with
his right hand, and kissed her. Almost as though it were on cue, the
fountain burst behind them.
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*high-fives Kell* XDDD
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New College Grad! Whoo!
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I only
one 1 of my 4 matches during the tournament...but since it was my
first one and since I've only been practicing for 4 months, I didn't
do all that bad...
...I'm sleepy as hell though.
R Vote to Ky Kiske R Vote to Sol
A Vote
to Dorrin
ZZZzzzzz....
SRK Battle
Poll II:10th place - Edge SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place -
Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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K' -- KOF
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quote:
Originally posted by ShinkuuR I only one 1 of my 4
matches during the tournament...but since it was my first one and
since I've only been practicing for 4 months, I didn't do all that
bad...
...I'm sleepy as hell though.
R Vote to Ky Kiske R Vote to Sol
A
Vote to Dorrin
ZZZzzzzz....
Wiboo~~ FEncinG ... I remember my first match
:P I broke the friggin' blade.. The coach was about to strangle me
to death...
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 5:3 -
Fatal Duel
burnkillmainkilldestroykill
nothisisnotmethisisnotright burnkillSoldestroyerleftyoutodie
notlikethis killhimkillhim NO YES!
Ky's
eyes blazed with fury as his hand gripped the Fuuraiken again.
Pulling himself up, he pointed the blade at Sol, glaring at him down
the length of it.
"No, Sol. Whatever the hell you are, the
only life that will be taken here is yours. I swear it!"
Sol
sighed. "You can't beat me, Kiske. You're good, I'll give you that,
but you cannot beat me!"
Ky howled with rage, blasting
lightning down out of the blade, a searing arc that sped towards Sol
- and now the Fuuraiken was extended just the same, flame shooting
out - the blasts hit in midair, and exploded.
As the dust
cleared, neither man moved. To move now was to give an advantage...
a pebble, dislodged by the blast, tumbled down the wall - and Ky's
eyes flickered to the side for one second.
That was all Sol
needed.
Ignoring the wound in his side, he twirled in a
circle, fire shooting out from his sword, spinning forward - and up,
over Ky, to drop a line of superhot flame down onto Ky's head. The
Holy Knight struggled to counter, but the flame shot down his back,
burning a tender line of pain down his left shoulderblade. Wincing,
Ky kicked himself upwards, grabbing at Sol's leg. Catching, he
grinned, as he fired the Thunderseal straight up - the lightning
coursed through Sol - and through Sol into Ky. Both men yelled out
and fell to the ground, Sol recovering a split second before Ky.
The dark-haired man launched himself into Ky, slamming into
his midsection - and both men went down in a breathless heap. Ky
kicked out, knocking Sol off him, and flipped away, landing in a
crouched defensive stance.
"Sol... " Sol stood up, clutching
at the wound in his chest - his hands came away clean, where they
should have been bloody. "Come and fight me, you fucking freak!"
Ky's lips contorted in rage, as Sol launched himself again - this
time going all-out. Fists and Fuuenken flying, he slammed into the
young knight - pummelling away at his defences. Sol's fist slammed
into Ky's chest, while swords locked together. With a cry of
frustration, Ky pushed back - Sol's eyes widened, as Ky actually
managed to push him! Shifting his grip, Sol held on with both hands
against Ky's double-handed grip.
Without warning, Ky dropped
one hand to his belt, flicking the other blade from its scabbard -
with a rush of water, both fighters surged apart, as the Fuusuiken
unleashed its power. Grinning, Ky turned to face Sol again, holding
both blades ready.
"How much more do you have, Sol? How much?
It's time you fucking paid for everything you've done! Die!"
As Ky charged forward, Sol grinned.
"DRAGON
INSTALL!"
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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K' -- KOF
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Reversed personalities... Interesting. However, I've
kicked mine up a "notch" compared to other's post.... Beware...
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K'
walked along the streets of the impeccably clean city and eyed the
several shops that he was passing by. His eyes radiated as he ran
into a candy shop displaying delectable pieces of chocolates,
caramels, truffles, and nougats. K''s mouth began to water as he
gazed at the rows upon rows of endless mounds of sugar-sweet
goodies. "My, oh my~! That just looks absolutely delicious!"
he said in a mellifluous and almost feminine voice.
'What
the hell am I saying? And, why am I acting like a
woman?'
His new change in personality suppressed these
thoughts and they were nothing but mere murmurs in his mind. K'
continued to stare at the display of the candy shop and finally
stood up with his arms crossed. He stroked the long strands of his
hair behind his ears and walked inside the store.
'Jesus
Christ...! Did I just shake my god damn ass walking in the
store?!'
K' observed the pieces of candy and left with
two bags of jellybeans and licorice sticks. He popped a jellybean in
his mouth and gave a giggle. "Mmm... that cashier was just
absolutely gorgeous. Nice, strong built body and
he was handsome too. I should ask him
for a cup of coffee sometime." K' said swooning.
'God help
me....'
He continued down the street batting his
eyelashes and giving several "Hi, darling~!"s to passerbys. She...
Uhh.. I mean HE abruptly stopped in front of a large shopping
center. K' squirmed with delight and screamed, "SHOPPING
SPREE~~~!!!!"
K' pranced and hopped inside the enormous
mall--Stepping inside, the first thing he spotted was a clothing
shop. With a ecstatic smile he rushed in. "I have to change these
dirty, ratty looking clothes anyway..." K' said to himself as he
pushed the doors leading to the woman's section.
'Ratty
looking clothes my ass... I'd show you a piece of mind if-- WHAT THE
HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE WOMAN'S DEPARTMENT!?!'
K' did a
facepalm unthinkingly. "Why did I do that I
wonder..."
BECAUSE I WANT OUT YOU FREAKIN'
HOMO!
He shrugged it off and went into
the--
'Don't... just DO NOT go in that part of the
women's department...'
--area labeled "Brassiere and
Underwear". An assistant came up towards K' and asked, "Do you need
help, sir? Are you planning to buy something for your wife or
girlfriend?"
"You could say something like that." K'
answered.
'I can't believe that you...no, I, went
in there. I'm going to kill Daisetsu after this. Why'd we have to
wind up in this city out of all the damn places?'
After
all the assistance's help, K' was free to roam around in bra and
undie heaven. He proceeded to scamper from area to area until he
finally tripped and face planted on a young woman's chest. He
reverted his gaze upwards, revealing that he hand landed on Mature;
Vice was next to her snickering. K''s face, still on Mature's bosom,
found that she was wearing an elegant black brassiere. "Why! That's
just the type of undergarment I was looking for!" K' exclaimed
pulling off Mature's kimono.
Mature gave a small yelp and hit
K' on the head with her fists. Her mouth began to quiver and small
tears formed on her eyes.
"Oh no no no no! Don't
misunderstand I was jus--"
Before he could even complete his
sentence Mature yelled in a high-pitched voice,
"RAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
Several minutes later K'
found himself lying outside the large shopping center, having been
kicked out. K' sighed and spoke to himself,
"Women...."
'I'm in Hell right? No.. this is worse than
Hell, at least there I wouldn't act as if I wanted a damn sex
change...'
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K' -- KOF
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.... Uhh... I shouldn't have posted that, should I? I think I pretty much ruined my rep in here now
XD;;
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:02
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Rock You
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~Machines~ Sol Badguy--Album 5, Track
3
"DRAGON INSTALL!"
The very ground shook with the
force of Sol's cry, and Kiske, shocked, came out of his charge and
staggered back, his two swords held in a defensive cross as he tried
to regained his composure.
Adventure seeker on an empty
street Just an alley creeper light on his feet A young fighter
screaming with no time for doubt With the pain and anger can't
see a way out It ain't much I'm asking I heard him say Gotta
find me a future move out of my way
Though he'd used this
power many times before, Sol Badguy realized that he'd never before
had to rely upon it when fighting the blonde paladin. Ky had seemed
amazed enough at his recovery from such a mortal wound; this was
simply surreal.
"What...?"
Before he could so much as
blink, Ky went hurtling into the far wall of the room.
I
want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now I want
it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now
Sol
was motionless, his fist extended, a full eight feet forward from
where he'd been standing only an instant before.
The stone
and mortar of the wall dented with the force of the impact, and
Kiske's eyes rolled back for a moment before focusing once more on
his adversary.
A trickle of blood rolled down his cheek like
a tear.
"You..." he whispered.
Listen all you
people come gather round I gotta get me a game plan gotta shake
you to the ground Just give me what I know is mine People do
you hear me just give me the sign It ain't much I'm asking if you
want the truth Here's to the future for the dreams of
youth
"Yeah, me," Sol boomed. He walked toward the downed
knight casually, the Fireseal smoking in his hand. "The guy who beat
Justice into a pulp, then killed him a few years later because your
damn seal didn't hold. The guy who ought to be credited with you
being alive at all, come to think of it."
I want it all
(give it all) I want it all I want it all and I want it now I
want it all (yes I want it all) I want it all (hey) I want it all
and I want it now
Fuck that, I'm the one that created
the Gears in the first place...or as good as.
Ky flinched
at the man's words but said nothing.
"But no," Sol continued,
ignoring the pain that was slowly manifesting in his head. "Instead,
you see me as the guy who left you and your little friends to die.
So, basically, you're saying that I was the only one keeping you
alive in the first place, and still condemn me for it? Even after I
told you why?"
The knight spat out blood bitterly as he tried
to stand, his grip on the Fuusuiken and Fuuraiken
failing.
"No," he replied angrily, "I believe not a word of
it! You are no different from Justice!"
I'm a man with a
one track mind So much to do in one life time (people do you hear
me) Not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living
lies So I'm living it all (yes I'm living it all) And I'm
giving it all (and I'm giving it all)
"Try looking in the
mirror sometime, Kiske."
Just as Ky regained his footing, Sol
charged again, a blur of fiery death exploding across the
room.
Ky managed a single swing with the Fuusuiken as the
Gear flipped into the air and came down with a handful of
napalm.
It ain't much I'm asking if you want the
truth Here's to the future Hear the cry of youth (hear the cry
hear the cry of youth) I want it all I want it all I want it all
and I want it now I want it all (yeah yeah yeah) I want it all I
want it all and I want it now
The two men froze for a
moment.
"The hell?"
The blazing inferno had evaporated
almost immediately into a thick, black smoke, and a tiny pool of
water had formed at the feet of the two combatants.
Coughing,
Ky gazed down at the Fuusuiken in awe as the blade's brilliant
ice-blue hue reverted to a normal silver.
Then, smiling, he
raised both blades once more.
"It seems you underestimated
me, Badguy," he sneered.
Underestimated your good luck, is
more like it. Bah.
Fighting off the pain in his head, Sol
charged once more, and this time Ky was ready.
I want
it Now I want it I want it
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Oh,
R-vote to Shizumaru. 
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:09
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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Ine which
Shange Tsunge is Excommunicatede from Ye Olde
Churche...
"And
fore whiche soule shall we speaketh of first? Thine, or
mine?"
Urmnaf thought, then pointed at Shang Tsung. "Yours,
first. Does your conscience ever bother you, when you consider that
you took souls from still living people, and prevented them from
entering the 'heaven' that you so devoutly preach?"
The
sorcerer considered this. "Of a truth, and verily, I have long
considered this mattere in prayere and consultation with the Worde,
but I have come only to a limited understandinge. From what I can
seee, the conciousnesse of thy soule is not taken from ye from mye
soule-stealinge, but rathere, only the energye of the bodye.
Therefore, our good Lord hath preserved the soule and the bodye
together, so that neither maye fall into the Pite."
Urmnaf
looked somewhat confused. "Say what now?"
Shang Tsung
cleared his throat. "I believe that soulse and the Spirite are
seperate, yet together unitede, so that when I 'steale' a soule,
then the mane yet goeth to Heaven, in the presence of our Lord,
forever and ever, amen."
The monocled man seemed pleased by
this. "But, wouldn't you say that this is only an attempt to assauge
your own conscience? Do you not feel remorse for what you have
done?"
The Oriental man stroked his beard. "Nay, I do not
believe this is an assaguemente, for I now knoweth that these soulse
shall remaine with me forever and ever, and they shall be an
eternale reproache and burdene to me and mine forever."
The
man waved this aside. "Very well then. Of demons I would now speak,
especially those that affect not the world as a whole, but rather
those that tempt mortal men."
Shang Tsung nearly leaped to
his feet. "Aye, I knowe of such abominationse well! Thee infernal
Succubuse, the sly temptress that tempteth mene in their weakeste...
er... temptatione, aye! And ye Incubuse, that doeth haunt ye dreams
of maidense, temptinge them as their infernale sisters doeth tempt
men. And ye Pite Lorde, which doeth command the legionse of thou
enemy of all things, Satan!"
Shang Tsung made the sign of the
guillotine, and continued. "And then the insidious Glabrezue, which
doth tempt with powere and pride, whiche striketh all men. And
lastly ye Erinyese, which is like unto a Succubuse, but are more
subtle in their temptinge, with both powere and... er... the
temptatione of ye flesh."
Urmnaf looked at Shang Tsung
somewhat skeptically. "And how do you know so much of
demons?"
The priest/sorcerer looked confused. "Ue... uhe...
ume... Behold! I have hade personal exper... noe... All priests hath
received instructione on their enemye, who resteth not, but prowleth
around as a roaring lion, seeking to devoure."
The antagonist
of this tirade looked bemused. "And what of human
appearance?"
Verily and of a truth, Shang Tsung leapt to his
feet and brandished his Shu at Urmnaf. "First Chronicles 11, verse
14! Doeth not even nature itself teach you it is a shame for a man
to have long hair?" Doeth thou wisheth to be like the young man who
fell from the Tower of Babel while listing to the Apostle Jonah's
sermon on the Mount to the seven smooth stones and two fishes, while
the lady Jezebel was thrown to the leviathan for her Seven Deadly
Sins, and behold, the fragments of her were seven baskets full!
While David was cast amongst the lions, who mouths were shut by a
blazing furnace, and the angel of the Lord was sent amongst the
reapers and said, 'Here ist thy day wages,' and gave him a serpent
instead of a fish, wast thou like the foolish maidens, who trimmed
not their wicks, but went into Sodom and Gomorrah to see the
thousand Philistines destroyed by Samson and the thighbone of Jacob,
and thus shared in their destruction by a great flood that washed
out their sins as the worm that dieth not? Or perhaps you accounteth
thyself as a good steward, who killed his master's son and was
thusly proclaimed, 'Well done, thy good and faithful
servant'?"
Urmnaf was completely befuddled. "I would make a
rebuttal, but I have no idea of what you just said."
The
sorcerer nearly shouted, "I want the real Yuri,
not..."
The entire church went silent. One particularly
vindictive deacon had a predatory grin.
"You want yuri? That
is a sin, and an abomination! How dare you claim to have the Lord's
forgiveness, while you yet live in iniquity, lusting after men in
your sinful state?"
Shang Tsung was completely at a loss.
"That... ist not what mine heart hath meant to say..."
But
nothing stops a deacon once he smells blood. "This is a
serious matter! No preacher should live in unconfessed, yea, nearly
proclaimed, sin! I say we should have a business meeting! What say
the church?"
Out of nowhere, the entire congregation of Ye
Olde Church appeared. "Burn him!" "Defrock him!" "Teach him
proper fear of the Lord!" "Tear out his embowels and feed
them to the ravens, while the rest of his body is burned after being
branded and quarters, and thenceforth let him be put on bread and
water for three months!"
The church was silent for a moment,
and the deacon piously proclaimed, "We are compassionate men all. We
will let him have a little meat and wine on Fridays."
Shang
Tsung and Urmnaf looked at each other. "Mine brother," said the
sorcerer, "I would assuredly speak unto thee of further profitable
matters, but alas, a parsonse time is shorte indeed. Perhaps we
shalle speak togethere again, in the Lord's goode time." With this,
he performed the sign of the guillotine, and promptly dismissed
himself and the monocled man.
With the entire congregation
following, bearing the True Guillotine and having every intention of
using it.
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K' -- KOF
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Oh
yeah.. forgot about voting.
1 R-Vote to Sol Badguy -- ***age
man... ***age
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Hisame Shizumaru - 5:1
Shizumaru was
silent.
Granted, with a name that meant just that, it wasn't
entirely unsurprising that he would be, but he was not talking out
of lonliness - he was staring at his reflection in the waters of a
pink marble fountain below him. He was precariously perched on the
cupped palms of one of the figures in the middle; maidens in some
sort of offering gesture. It didn't matter to him - as long as he
could stay out of the way of prying eyes, it would be
fine.
He stared down into the water miserably - the face was
his. The body was his. But it had completely changed - snow white
hair, the sickly yellow skin, the stripes, ears, horns - but the
part that struck him above all else was clearly the most obvious
feature - the wings. They were quite beautiful, he had to admit to
himself; but they set him drastically off-balance - he kept falling
over backwards into the hands of the stone maiden, and after about
the seventh time, it was wildly frustrating.
So - now he was
laying on his stomach, his arms cradling his head as he still looked
down at his reflection.
He was still
silent.
Shizumaru's gaze softened, seeing a young girl -
couldn'tve been older than six - come running to the fountain in
laughter. She was laughing as she took off her shoes, laughing as
she took a tentative step into the water, and she laughed even more
as she began to splash around, getting her pale pink sundress wet.
Above her, Shizumaru looked down wistfully - ironic how the two
portraits of innocence and impurity could seem to fit together so
well. Because, since he'd thought on it, how naive could he possibly
be right now?
His mind used to be constantly filled with
thoughts of revenge on Minazuki Zankuro. His hand had felled
countless men in the pursuit of that particular demon. His heart had
lusted after a girl on rare occasions.
Served him right to
now physically be the demon he was, didn't it?
He sighed
deeply, and continued to watch the girl, splashing water all about
and around. Did she know what darkness lay above her; that it could
kill her at any second in an instant?
- why am I thinking
such things?
Shizumaru shuddered, and sunk his head down,
refusing to look at the girl any longer. He could still hear her
laughter, however, and he immediately cupped his hands over his ears
- nor did he want to hear her, if either would start to make him
think of jumping down and seizing her neck to bite down into the
flesh -
... you wretched demon...
Suddenly - he
heard screaming. Immediately, he looked over the fingers of the
stone maiden's hands to see what had happened to the girl. She was
holding a long, white feather one of mine and had it clutched
in one hand, tightly. The other hand was pointing at him boku
desu?.
Pointing at him... she was afraid of him. Her eyes
were wide open in terror, and every time she screamed, it bore into
his mind, repeating itself over and over, along with the sight of
those eyes. For a moment, Shizumaru was confused at why she was so
scared - then his direction turned to his reflection in the water.
K - kajuu desu...
The girl quickly jumped out
of the fountain water, scrambling to put on her shoes. She didn't
bother with untying and retying the laces; she merely shoved her
feet into them and tried to run off. It hadn't worked in her favor,
for she constantly tripped over her feet and had scraped her knees
and palms. The fear had passed her - now, she was crying, staring at
her hands sadly.
Immediately, Shizumaru stood up on the palms
of the stone maiden, and opened up his umbrella, preparing to simply
float down and try to treat the little girl's injuries. He took a
step off the hands and hung onto his umbrella in the air. As he
floated to the ground, he couldn't help but notice the stray
feathers that drifted off his wings - each and every one followed
him on his way down to the ground.
Once his feet touched
down, he shut the umbrella and slung it over his back - the weapon
sheaths did not interfere with where his wings protruded from his
shoulders. Slowly and carefully (for his wings still offset his
balance), he approached the small girl, who was scrambling away from
him as fast as she could.
"I do not intend to cause you any
harm," he waved his hands to try and calm her. "Please - let me have
a look at how serious your injuries are..."
The girl
hesitated, not knowing if she should run away or stay next to
Shizumaru, what with the way he looked - but she was brave, and
settled on staying. She nodded her head, and Shizumaru knelt down
next to her, smiling to appease her fears. Gently, he took one of
her small hands in his, examined the scrape -
blood
- and sighed. "Would you allow me to
treat your wounds? I will be gentle, of course..." Silently, his
mind pleaded that she would let him do as such - and to his relief,
she nodded. He smiled softly, and picked her up to carry her over to
the fountain -
She cried out in pain, and Shizumaru
immediately set her down. "W - what have I done wrong?" he was
bewildered, and could only try and look over the girl to see what
had happened. When she began to run off towards the fountain to
throw her hands in the water, he stared curiously at the back of her
dress - from which five streaks of blood ran across. He gasped and
took a look at his own hands - of which one set of 'claws' was
dripping in bright red blood.
His heartbeat raced - what
have I done - ?? As fast as he could manage it, he ran back over
to the girl by the fountain, running over strings of apologies in
his mind - but one look at the reflection of his in the water, and
he knew that she would never accept them or understand the pain he
was feeling right now. The little girl started to cry, and he knelt
down to try and apologize to her, when she started to hit him all
over - slapping, kicking; none of which hurt him much, except for
what she screamed:
"You monster! I hate you! I hate you!!
Get away from me!!"
With one final slap to the face, she
ran away, crying.
Shizumaru was silent.
Again, he
stared at his hand - the blood was drying quickly. He plunged it
into the water of the fountain, and watched the blood swirl away
from his hand and mix into the rest of the water, giving it a subtle
brown hue. Through it, he could see his reflection again - the skin,
the hair, the ears, stripes, claws -
- and those god damned
wings.
He blinked. When was the last time he'd
cursed?
It didn't matter to him then - all he could do was
focus on the reflection in the water. His wings twitched, and in a
split-second, he threw both hands into the water to try and grab
them, rip them off, throw them aside - anger consumed him, cursing
his very body and the demon which had caused it all. You - if you
had not been here, if you had not awakened - !!
Shh, shh, calm down...
Get out of my
head - I do not want you here!!
Did I
not just ask you to calm yourself? You shall get nowhere if you
blindly assume that it was my decision to -
...
Ahh... so reluctant
to face the truth, ne? Do not persist in
worrying...
Say no more, demon -
Ameki.
... Ameki. Please...
Shizumaru was silent.
Then, suddenly, staring at
his reflection, anger grew within his heart, and, consumed by the
emotion, unsheathed his nodachi and plunged it into the heart of the
reflection, screaming "Doushite?
Doushite??"
Trembling, he waited for the water to settle,
and then slowly resheathed his nodachi. He stood up on his feet, and
ran off, away from the fountain that exposed his appearance all too
well to his eyes. Shizumaru tried to calm down his anger by taking
in deep breaths, but he found it useless after a while, and sank to
his knees.
"Doushite..."
He looked up to the
sky.
"Doushite??"
Then he was silent
again.
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R-votes to: Shang
Tsung Sol
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: 04-25-2003 , 09:30
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K' -- KOF
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...
Hmm --- Anoter R-Vote goes to Opera. Opera and VInny kick ass too
:P
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:31
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ph33r :O~
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: New Jersey~
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Alternative Scenario 01 - I Feel So Happy... (or Ryudo
on an Acid Trip)
"Tra la la la la la la~"
Ryudo
skipped merrily through a park in the city of Nantos. For some
reason, he never felt this carefree and happy in his world. He
didn't even feel this carefree on that beach.
"It's gotta be
something in the air," thought Ryudo, "But I don't care. I feel so
happy~"
Ryudo continued to skip throughout the park.
Then he stopped and headed over to a small flowerpatch. He picked up
one of the flowers and smelled it.
"What a beautiful smell!"
exclaimed Ryudo. After getting a good wiff of the flower, he put it
in his spikey brown hair. He then proceded to skip over to a nearby
tree. Some squirrels were running around the trunk. Suddenly, one of
the squirrels ran down the tree trunk and climbed up onto Ryudo's
shoulder. He patted the squirrel gently on the head.
"Hello
there, little feller!" Ryudo said pleasantly to the squirrel. To his
surprise, the squirrel spoke back.
"Why, hullo mate!" the
squirrel said. "Shine yo' shoes, guv'na? Only 20 pence!"
"No
thanks, my shoes are shiny enough, thanks to the good blessings of
His Holiness, Granas!"
"Granas, eh? He must be a bloody fine
gent," said the squirrel. Suddenly, Ryudo heard a small beeping. The
squirrel looked on the small watch on his left
wrist.
"Blimey! Look at the time. I have to get going, bloke.
I need to meet me mate for tea in 5 minutes! G'day!" And so, the
squirrel left and headed back into a small opening in the tree.
"Nice meeting you!" shouted Ryudo, and he continued to skip
through the park.
A-vote to unamed boss
R-vote to
Daisetsu R-vote to Testament R-vote to
Yuri
There are 10
types of people in this world: those who know Binary and those who
don't.
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Bowling
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:51
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Dragon Ball Z (Comedy) - Vegeta Rapping
Bruce had spent
a long day walking, and during his travels, he met many a woman who
groped his ass. But, being the noble, just man he was, he decided
not to follow up on any of these advances. Later, he receives a
proverbial chew out from his comrades.
You are one STUPID FUCK. I'm taking over this
shit.
...fine. Just don't get us killed, or anything,
right?
Kyo Kusanagi tapped in and began to take his pants
off.
"HEY, BITCHES!!! YOU WANT SOME OF THE WARP
PIPE?!" Kyo paraded around the city, slapping people in the face
with his schlong. "WOO HOO!!!"
...
Mother fucker's
gonna get our dick ripped off.
Have you noticed the way people are acting? Everyone
is eccentric; they betray their own
personalities.
What're you
saying?
Yet, we remain...the
same. I believe that our psyche cannot be overwhelmed, with five
guardians.
"WHO WANTS THA' ROD?!" Kyo shouted
cockily. "YEAH, I'M THE BEST!" Strutting his package on a city
street, a young woman came from behind Kusanagi and began to caress
him.
"Yo, yo, check this shit here. Yo' cock is mad big. Mm.
I'ma blast this mother fucker here, then I'ma free tha' niggaz,"
groaned Yuffie Kisaragi.
"Damn baby, you keepin' it real?"
Kyo said. His head (on top of his shoulders) became hot; Kyo grabbed
Yuffie, and began humping her on the clean street, right
there.
"Bitch, get the fuck up off me. I'M riding the
scrawny pony up IN this mutha fucka." Yuffie ripped Kyo off
of her and began to hump Kyo's ass with her fierce cooch. "Ah, ah
fuck yeah."
OH FUCK!!!,
thought everyone in Bruce's mind.
COOCHIES CAN DO THAT?!
Yuffie grabbed
Kyo, drooling in ecstacy, and shoved him against the wall. He put
her mouth on his chew-wang, and cupped his SACK.
"Aw shit,
I'm feelin some big MATERIA. You gots Final Attack & Phoneix,
don't ya...mmm...yo' wang tastes like a Hershey's
kiss."
OH MY
GOD.
"...alright, I'm through with your lo-cum
ass." Yuffie kicked Kyo to the curve. "Comin' so soon, fuck, you
ain't shit."
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:55
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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R-Vote
Sol R-Vote Ky
I couldn't decide which one of you is doing
the better job, so I'll give you both the vote. I don't even want to
post any more of the misadventures of Dan....that would spoil the
moment. Just...wow.
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-
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Baka
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Posted: 04-25-2003 , 09:57
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 5:4 -
Conclusion
Swinging the Fuusuiken, Ky smashed the blade into the
Fuuenken - and the Fuuraiken swung round - but Sol wasn't there.
Glowing - glowing! - with some power Ky didn't understand -
but he was sure the freak hadn't used his last trick yet.
"Damn you, Sol Badguy.." Ky muttered, teeth gritting as he
span round, looking for his opponent. A gout of flame washed over
the Fuusuiken, dissolving into a puff of smoke as he watched - and
he was there!
"SACRED EDGE!" Ky traced the mystic
seal in the air, then shot his blast of lightning into Sol's path -
it clipped his leg, knocking him to the floor, and Ky wasted no time
sending an arrow-shaped torrent of water at Sol. The blast splashed
over him, making an audible hissing noise, as Sol flickered - and
was gone - and was behind Ky, smashing his flaming fist into Ky's
back. The Holy Knight pitched forward, and Sol's blade sliced into
his back. Rolling away, Ky grimaced, jumping to his
feet.
Wait! Don't fight... here?
"Sol! WAIT!"
- but Sol didn't wait, his attacks coming thick and fast. A fist
took Ky in the head, and he span and dropped - and Sol sagged,
falling to his knees, holding his head. Ky looked at him - and some
of the fire left him. He's... hurting. Ky pulled himself to
his feet, coughing. A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his
mouth, but he paid it no attention. His opponent was there,
weakened. Now was his change to don't strike! Don't lose yourself
even more!
Screaming, Ky grabbed at his head, turning,
spining away. Smashing his fist into the wall, he looked at it in
surprise. Pain, pain so intense... so... he turned
again.
"Sol.. I don't know who or what you truly are... but I
know you defeated Justice. You did the world a favour in that - " Ky
sighed, his voice falling to a near-whisper. "..but it's not enough.
Nothing can redeem your sins now. I know I probably cannot beat you,
Sol - but you must understand - " Sol grinned. Sounded like the old
Ky was back . " - you must understand, I must do this. I cannot, on
my honour as knight, as leader of the Holy Order, and as a human
being, fighting for survival in the hell that is our world... I
cannot let you go now."
Sol stood up, shaking his head.
"Always one for dramatics, eh, Kiske? Good to have you back. I hear
you.. I'll give you one more chance. Come at me with all you got,
kid."
Ky nodded, raising both blades one last time. Bowing
to his opponent, he muttered a short prayer to his god. I don't
have the right to ask for this anymore, Lord.. but please... watch
over this man.. if I.. don't make it.
Then he
charged.
And Sol charged.
Clashing in the middle, both
men jumped back - Ky unleashing a blast of water into Sol's face,
countered by a gout of flame rushing from the Fuuenken. Swinging
round, Ky dove forwards into a kick, which Sol flipped forward to
avoid, his falling fist almost hitting Ky in the face. Flipping to
his feet, Ky let off another burst of lightning, before sliding in -
Sol blocked his slide with the Fuuenken - but the uppercut following
came from nowhere to smack into Sol's chest. Sol jumped back,
recoiling from the blow, rebounding off the cathedral walls, the
ceiling - and descending on Ky, sword outstretched like a bloody
angel of death - Ky's Fuuraiken swung up, firing a blast of
lightning - Sol pushed off a pillar, into the path of the
Fuusuiken's water cannon - he pushed off again - and the Gunflame
engulfed them both.
...and slowly the flames died down. Sol
stood up slowly, joints aching, looking down at Ky's prone
body.
"See, kid.. I found the weakness in your defence. You
can only fire one blast from those things at once. If it misses,
that's it. And that's why you're on the floor, and I'm standing up."
Sol grinned - and reached down a hand to Ky. Ky looked at him in
amazement, then gripped Sol's weathered hand firmly, pulling himself
up.
"Will you look at yourself, Kiske - you're a mess."
"You aren't so attractive yourself right now, Sol." Ky
ventured a smile.. they both knew who had won again. "So what
happens now, Sol?"
"I walk outta that door, you wait 5
minutes, then you try and catch up with me again. Ain't that how it
works?" Sol grinned back, then turned away, pulling Ky's crumpled
cigarette packet. "Thanks for the smokes, Ky. See ya around." And
saying so, Sol walked out of the cathedral door.
Ky blinked.
It had all happened so fast... what had come over him? His mind...
he didn't remember all of it - and he wasn't going to think too hard
about it - but he knew one thing.
He'd just lost to Sol.
And while he might lose this day... he would come back
fighting. He wondered for a second why they fought over and over
again, and he realised something - the reason was lost in the years,
in the wars, in the deaths. But the fight.. the fight lived on. And
next time, Ky wouldn't lose.
Whistling to himself, he began
to walk towards the Cathedral door himself...
Show must go
on...
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R-vote to Shang Tsung
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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