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Renmazuo Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:14 AM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto I + Ab Initio + Paths So Closely Knit


Red hair, dark eyes, and a beautiful face- Alma almost immediately realized she was looking at a samurai. Never minding the blatant giveaway that was the huge sword over his back and the decidedly Nipanese attire he wore, there was something about the man standing before her that screamed of the honor and the passion that stemmed from the mysterious East. Ivalice had lost many when they clashed against Nipan, and with men like the one before her who wielded such incredible swords, that was no wonder. This was the man of the calm steel- this was the samurai.

And he was blushing like a schoolboy.

I think I've been listening to Ramza too much- he doesn't seem anything like Deruta. He's not spitting, he's not cursing...he doesn't smell like he slept in a chocobo barn, either.

Alma favored him with a timid smile, bowing in return- at least trying to, the best she could do was a curtsy. "My name is Alma Beoulve, sir! What's yours?"

"Oh, ah..." The man turned back to her, his cheeks still bright pink. He bowed to her again, his hands tugging at the hem of his trunks (or what looked like them). "G-gomen nasai! Ore wa Hisame Shizumaru...er, that is to say, my name is Shizumaru...Shizumaru Hisame."

Alma couldn't resist a giggle. "Is it Hisame Shizumaru or Shizumaru Hisame? Oh, wait, don't tell me, I know this! My brother used to tell me about a Nipanese girlfriend of his..." She tapped her cheek, trying to think. "Um...it's Shizumaru Hisame, yes! And, ah...wait wait wait, I know this...ooh!"

She made a grand sweep of her arm, took in a deep breath, and said with a big smile, "Shizumaru-kun! Anata wa haru ichiban no sakura no yoni utsukushiiiiiiiiiiii~!"

Now he really turned red. Alma blinked, wishing she'd known what that meant- Zalbag had used that as some sort of greeting to his Eastern mistress. "Oh, ah...sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"Believe me, you didn't offend." Shizumaru laughed, putting his hands on his hips. "Arigato, Alma-san- thank you."

Alma smiled back cheerily. "You're very welcome! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Shiz-u-ma-ru," she said, making sure she pronounced it carefully. She liked him immediately- he had the look of a good, honest young man. He even carried his umbrella first, rather than his sword. That was a trait rarely found in swordsmen, most of whom valued their blades over the smaller things in life.

She reached out her hand and took his in a shake. Shizumaru gladly shook back- even though their hands didn't actually meet. Alma noted that there were a good number of calluses on those hands; he was clearly very experienced. The curious side of her wondered how he'd fare in a spar against Zalbag or Agrias. He'd probably be able to tough it out, by the look of him, but he seemed so very small-

within him hides we leave the soul down here

Alma's head snapped back, just slightly. That tingle washing over her body, settling into that cold grove within her belly...there was something familiar about it. Something she'd only felt when...when...

Riovanes...the halls...

She felt very cold, thinking of that. Before the memory could resurface, she turned her thoughts to more pressing matters- particularly, the energy she'd just felt. Like hellish heat frozen in a cube of ice, then cracked open inside her stomach. She'd felt that at Riovanes, but also in the Graveyard of Airships...and, at its highest peak, when she was trapped in the death embrace of Altima Bloody Angel. That same energy, collecting around her, reacting to Shizumaru's presence...

Alma mulled that over, shaking her head. "Strange..."

"Huh?" Shizumaru tilted his head, frowning some. "Are you all right, Alma-san?"

"Ah...oh, um, gomen!" Alma said, sheepishly. "Sorry, I...I thought I felt something, just then. Something between us..."

Shizumaru tinged pink again. Alma nearly slapped her forehead- less a Cleric than a Dolt at times, she was. "Sorry! I didn't mean it like that," she said. "I just felt a little power run between us...perhaps I'm getting used to my magic again! It's been so long since I had much strength to go on it."

"Ohh..." Shizumaru smiled. "You are a magic-user? Do you use stones and swords for it, as well?"

Alma shook her head. "Nooo, young grasshopper! My power stems from here." She pointed to her chest and smiled back. "Every skill I have, I hold in here. And, well...if you don't mind, may I accompany you? It seems our present company is not the most hospitable one, and I would prevent you from being hurt or anything..." Alma shrugged, her smile turning a little more anxious. "Immaterial or not, I wouldn't want you to get kicked around without anyone to help..."

He still looked bashful, but his gaze softened a bit. "I'm glad, but...Alma-san- Miss Alma- there's something you should know about me...I'm really not safe to be aro-"

"Before you finish that," Alma said quietly, "let me tell you that you could be a devil and I would still follow you." That cut him off, and Alma continued with a more reassuring smile. "Shizumaru, trust me on this- I'm here to help. I'm going to make sure everyone goes home safe and sound. You are no different. Please...let me accompany you?"

Shizumaru glanced down, considering it. Alma twisted her lip- she imagined that hadn't cheered him much at all. She felt she'd offended him by her interruption, so she recalled yet another phrase Zalbag had used with his mistress. It had made her laugh; perhaps Shizumaru would be the same. Alma cleared her throat and smiled again, twice as brightly. "By the way, ohesotte nani?"

He nearly pitched over laughing, and Alma pumped a fist. Success! Yay!

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1 R-Vote to Shizumaru (Just like home, ain't it, samurai boy? XD)


"Virtus in cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam, cave. Cave."

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Curley W Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:16 AM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Jason inspected the crowd around him as they slowly filed out of the room, trying to identify the group of people from forms of media. Currently, he had identified three different people from the "Marvel Universe", two of his favorites fighting game characters, Scorpion and Blanka, the green haired kid from the .Hack game he'd been meaning to play, and most recently, two spandex clad persons Tingle and Captain Falcon, who were quite generous.

"Lotta unfamiliar faces." Jason thought. While some were easy to remember from the role-playing games he had played, other's seemed completely foreign to him. "Wonder if anyone I actually know is here."

"Jason, over here!" A familiar voice barked. Jason smiled, and turned to see Vader trodding toward him, his form had become that of a jackal to fit the harsh climates of the desert. Jason met his canine friend halfway.

"And where were you?" Jason asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Looking for you in this crowd." Vader shot back. "Lotta people are here for this as usual."

"Yeah..."

"You heard what that Daisetsu said about bringing us, right? This isn't like the last two gatherings we've been to."

"I know, I know." Jason replied, begining to think about the situation they were in. "So~... we've been gathered to fufill a prophecy to find a chosen one whose supposed to save the world from an evil nation... Why does this sound like a generic plot for an RPG?"
_____________________________________________

And now I'm here. No votes just yet.

Sidenote: Since I haven't really played many fighting games, Jason won't identify many of the fighting game characters. None of the SNK people, though a few of the people from the early Streetfighter and MK games.

Also, a reminder from my profile.:
"He will NOT act like you're character is his idol or anything like that. No "Oh my God, you're *insert name here* I'm your biggest fan!". Any attempts will lead to horrible, horrible accidents(acompanied by dranoing) happening to your character."


.......What? You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk!

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Slipstream Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:18 AM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Lantis - He isn't dissing Setsuna's characterisation - that's pretty good, although I admit I haven't played Last Blade 2. What his problem is - which I agree with - is the way you're portraying the other characters you meet. You beat the living crap out of them and get barely a scratch in return - your guy's hardly the only badass or good fighter in the tourney, and most people you're gonna meet will give as good as they get.


People like you. People who plan out every little detail of their lives.

You could never understand me.

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The Damned Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:20 AM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

King
Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self
Section 2


King had become a living, yet ironically intangible, statue as she tried to come to grips surprisingly not with her actual other-dimensionally kidnapping but with the sight of the two Orochi clan members who were long dead. Supposed to be anyway. She had never been a spiritual woman, taking no true solace in religion or superstition, and therefore was practically overwhelmed by the impossible sight. Still, the prospect of something called necromancy, a word that she vaguely remembered from one of Jan's video games, came to mind. And even though she didn't wholly understand the magic(k)al term, she wasn't exactly a moron in the field of deduction and etymology of words. These incomplete thoughts had completely consumed her sense of being as she pondered in what seemed like oblivion.

She was still in her trance when the waving of a translucent gloved hand in front of her face awoke her.

"...Perhaps you didn't hear me, sir. I asked you if you were interested in having the fine products of Pepsi, Budweiser, and Nintendo, all trademarked, of course, in your fine establishment," the man in "front" of her (though she could still see somewhat through him) stated matter-of-factly.

For King, it appeared to be a blessing in disguise, as she need some time to take her mind off the incestuous Orochi Jesus twins; appearances can be quite deceiving though.

"What?" She questioned in her manliest, but still semi-groggy, voice.

The man sighed.

"I, the Great Captain Falcon!" The man paused to strike a whimsical yet hauntingly moronic pose before her. "Asked you, who I assume is the owner of prominent bar, if you were interested in using the fine products of Pepsi, Budweiser, and Nintendo, all trademarked, of course, in your fine establishment?"

"Um... why?"

"Why? WHY?!" Captain Falcon exclaimed, seeming as if King had just insulted his mother, who in this case could also be subbed in for by Nintendo. "Why NOT?! It's the only competent decision capable of being made, especially for somewhat of your stature."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means that I can particularly smell the filth of small business on you," Captain Falcon said as held his nose for dramatic effect. "When will you people learn that the only way for you to survive is to give up? I mean, how do you not realize what the difference between big and small is? How can you act like a bunch of stubborn, PMSing women who have their vaginas in a twist because they can't find some as looking as me? How come you cannot be a man and use your d..." Captain Falcon was abruptly interrupted as King stepped back with "his" head down.

"So do you understand now?"

King said nothing.

"Hello!"

"I must only say two things..." King stepped back even farther.

"Let me guess: You win! No need to tell me that. I always win. It's in my nature..." This time Captain Falcon was interjected by King's ferocious shout.

"Double STRIKE!!!" King spun furiously twice, releasing two light blue streaks of ki that slammed into the seemingly intangible Captain Falcon. Normally, well as normal as this situation seemed, the ki should have phased through Captain Falcon like everything else in this landscape. However, since ki itself is semi-intangible when manifested and is intangible to begin with... well, let's just say that you don't need to be Sherlock to figure it out.

"WAS IT SOMETHING I SAIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD?!" Captain Falcon screamed as he, along with the fireballs of the Double Strike, streaked towards the wall. Captain Falcon went through the wall, and the comets of ki destroyed a small portion of it.

Of course, this confrontation had prompted all eyes, well of those who didn't feel it was beneath them, to fall on King.

So much for being inconspicuous.

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A-Vote to Captain Falcon


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:21 AM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Lantis: If that's the way your character acts while at 10% of his power, then he obviously falls under the divinity ban.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:26 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

10% is a good statement of how every Sponsor should be feeling until 3AM CST -- weak in terms of abilities, able to move through larger objects but manipulate smaller ones(but they can hurt each other).

Please, people. Read the intro post in its entirety before acting. Being badass is great and everything, but circumventing others' storylines isn't. (like, mine. )

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Lantis Posted: 04-19-2003 , 12:31 AM

Death roams next door

Registered: Mar 2001
Location: Between hell and a world filled with grief. Take your pick

Setsuna retreats to a corner and sits down, resting his head on his sword's hilt. He lowers his eyes, and constantly begins to hear constant echoes in his mind...the neverending call of the tormented souls trapped within him. Setsuna grinds his teeth, and bashes the floor.

"Enough of this nonsense! I am the embodiment of evil! No one can come over me!"

Setsuna glances to his left, and watches an old martial artist with his little brother. The kid seems rather excited. He constantly jumps up and down as his older brother watches over the fights at hand.

"Hey bro, that green dude is soooo cool! I wish I can be like him one day!"

"Maybe with lots of training, little bro...you can become a man like him in the future...."

Future...what was that for Setsuna? He knew nothing of it...maybe just another dark day ahead of him.

"Ummm....Setsuna-san?"

Setsuna quickly turned to his front, where Shizumaru was standing.

"Oh...it's you....."

"Can I have a word with you, Setsuna-san?"

"Why bother? Nothing interesting to say I got...."

"Are you...a demon?"

Setsuna glared at Shizumaru with blood in his eyes.

"And you think that why?"

"Because your spirit...it is true evil! Far beyond my comprehension, and clearly as much as my father's. It pains me to see such a frightful sight. What leads you here now?"

"It is something I can't reveal now...but it has nothing to do with mortals, that's for sure...."

"Do you ever know...love?"

Setsuna was dumbfounded.

"And why should I know that pathetic little feeling? It only makes you weak and pathetic like the rest!"

"But...I have many friends...and they give me power...the power of friendship!"

"Stop living in a fairy tale, kid. Love does not correspond to all he wars and bloodshed going on. The truth is that mankind is a destructive bunch, and we, the ones from the Netherealm, are the only ones in charge to purge the world of those vain feelings!"

"I feel kinda sorry for you...Setsuna-san....to live in constant hatred...it will consume you in the end."

"Don't worry...it already has...."

And Setsuns lowers his head again.


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

*First Champion of SRK Survivor Tournament - Character: Rock Howard
*6th place in SRK Survivor Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro
*6th place in SRK Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails.
He who forgets will be destined to remember.

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:05 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act I – Death and The Angel – I

In the darkest hole, you’d be well advised
not to plan my funeral ‘fore the body dies.


It was hot, more unbearably so in his Black Costume. And with his crimson cape, the heat started to become truly uncomfortable, moving up past ‘annoying inconvenience’. But there was more. This place…it reminded him of ‘Sand-Rat Cellar’, that place in the farthest barrens of the Zeklaus Desert where those…those thieves had taken him hostage.

He had always considered that to be one of the most humiliating moments of his life. His carriage overtaken by what? Common trash, the Death Corps. Renegade mercenaries put out of a livelihood by the ending of war. Soldiers who couldn’t just walk away from the battlefield and create a new life for themselves. And he was captured by them. Those he could have torn apart, had be been prepared. He never spoke of it; it was a blemish on his name as a kenshi – that he allowed himself to be subdued by those common thugs.

And he owed his life, perhaps, to Ramza Beoulve, the one who had lead his party against him, ending in the final moments of his ‘second life’.

The blood…the blood! It screams to me, laughs in my face and tickles the innards of my throat, yes, the sweet scent after the rain, yes… The King’s blood, it wakes me, to fulfillment! To a greater purpose. To become a god? No no no, gods to devils, and why should I become that which I am already?

“You won’t get ‘in’ without a struggle, Zalera.” Elmdor slooped over in the heat, ducking inside a large building made of red brick. People were looking at him, but more important things vexed him than the gazes of strangers. He had seen strange faces, and two he thought he might have remembered.

That’s right…from last time. Hisame, the companion of that kenshi, Tachibana Ukyo. I know him, in the passing. But the other…Sir Vincent Valentine. His visage etched into my waking thought, out struggle together against the Children of Terror. Does he know? Does he know where I am, what has happened? Where are Halcyon and Kaiki, and that Fabian? Don’t know, don’t understand, so….tired. Cannot fall to the enemy within he seeks blood the blood of the saints sated through my sword…

He fell to his knees, hands slapping the cold floor of the shaded hall. Masaka…

Weak…so weak…is that all you can give? Where is the warrior that a thousand cuts could not kill? Oh? Subdued life-force? I see…they’ve temporarily lowered the strength of these souls…these beautiful, fragile souls, so right, so interesting…

“Get thee behind me, devil!” Elmdor was on his feet in an instant, rigid and clutching his head in his hands. As hot as the temperature outside was, his body felt cool; almost too cool. His mind raced, processing all kinds of information even as it floated before his eyes in phantom forms.

The memory of those who have died; it is known to me. Look, how they speak, lost souls in the sands of the desert’s dunes. See how war has taken them away. I am, after all, glorified by all things which lead the lifeless to me. See how I enrapture them, how they take in their mouths the sweet, sweet scroll that becomes bitter! Yes, that is the knowledge I have shared with you, Silver Ogre.

“Yo.” A man under the wide shade of the open porch, fanning himself with his wide palm, grunted succinctly. Dressed in a traveler’s clothes – white pants, a strange black shirt without sleeves, and belts enough to supply a batillion, he cast a sideways glance at Elmdor, whose gaze rose to meet his. “Wanna keep it down over there?” He said only that, then returned to tapping his foot while he hummed a tune almost inaudible to him.

“Say…” Elmdor, wailing only the moment before, suddenly grew still and faced that man, whose wild brown hair he had never seen the likes of. “You reek of blood.” He smiled wryly, eyeing the man with all the chill of his crimson gaze. The wild-haired man spat out onto the sand, then turned to face him. His left hand was still in his pant pocket.

“Huh? Run that by me again...” His voice was careless and lackadaisical, but his body bristled with a power that definitely said otherwise. In his hand, he gripped a curious rectangular sword that bore a blunt tip.

“Never the hero and always the Badguy, is that it? My…you’re an interesting one.” Elmdor slowly approached the man, who still stood at half-attention.

“Sol Badguy.” He spat the title out like it was another wad. “Doesn’t really matter to me, though. But you’re really gonna have to shut that mouth of yours. Could get you in trouble someday.” He matched Elmdor’s smile with one of his own as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, only to give a thumbs-down sign. “And get a fuckin’ haircut.”

With that, he tore toward Elmdor, leaving a smoking trail of flame in his wake. “Graaaaaaaaaand Viper!” he shouted. His sword blazed through the air spitting flames like a dragon’s tongue. Elmdor’s eyes went wide as he tore his katana from its sheath, folded metal blazing a brilliant silver. With a whipping clang, the katana met the Fireseal, snuffing Sol’s charge. Holding still for not a second, Sol vaulted over Elmdor’s head, turning around for a flaming kick that struck the Marquis in the chest.

Don’t believe it, this guy…

The tornado of blazing flame burned the distance between the two as he rushed again. This time, it was Elmdor who sailed over the fiery warrior, hair whipping around him in a moment of freedom from gravity. His Asura katana met Sol’s Fireseal on the way down, and Sol pressed forward as Elmdor dropped to an extremely low stance. Like the serpent, he struck quickly and surely.

“Cannon FLAAAAAAAAME!!” Sol shoulted as his sword poured forth gaseous flame like a righteous avalanche to quell sinners. Elmdor snapped forward, passing through the flame as he did. Sol’s eyes opened wide as the blade passed less than an inch from his ear, and quicker than Elmdor knew a human could react, he swung his hand up to bat the blade away. “Shit, you trying to piss me off?” He grabbed Elmdor by the front of his haori with a brutal fist and tossed him toward the wall as if he were nothing more than a hay bale. “You’re doin’ a good job.

But that guy…he’s fast. Strikes as fast as Johnny…maybe faster…. Gay girly hair like Testament, though. Sol thought as he followed through, once again rushing forward. I’m gonna open up this can ‘o whoopass on his pretty self before he starts becoming a real nuisance. “Ooaaaaaaah!” Sol shouted as he gripped the Fireseal with both hands. Elmdor’s skin began to involuntarily sweat as he rolled away, missing the flickering flames by mere inches. The power of the Gear’s strike tore a messy slash through the brick wall, the heat completely glazing over the cut edge of the brick.

Did I just go down to Georgia, or have you gotten sloppy? You’re no match for this man like you are. And that’s where my part of the bargain comes in. I won’t let you die, Elmdor. Not for all the tea in Nipan. The smile cold enough to be felt enraptured Elmdor again, and the form of Sol Badguy that now loomed over him became slow and shadowed, mellowly dark. I will find Altima-King. Now give me your ‘temple’!

Surrender to Zalera, Lord of the Slain!


Sol noticed it – the eyes, just a moment before crimson, had washed out into a rainbowed grey that glittered like an oil slick in a parking lot. But he lost his pupils. Freaky.

“I the Ogre, and you thus the Ifrit! Come to me, Sol Badguy…if you think you’re stronger than death itself!” Elmdor’s mouth shot forth the words that were not his, his body suddenly tensing and bristling with a sensation impossible to describe.

“Tsch…I am.” Sol shot up into the air with superhuman speed, seeming to descend even faster, like a hawk closing in on the quarry. It was only then that he began to think his eyes were tricking him. Fireseal tore only through empty air, as Elmdor suddenly appeared to be a meter beyond his grasp. “Gettin’ punk? Cannon FLAAAAME!” The violent eruption charred the bricks Elmdor had been standing against, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Am I here, or here? There or where? Tell me where I am, Sol Badguy!” Elmdor flashed before him and vanished…not just before him, all around him! Phantom images of the silver-haired man in various stances phased into view, only to fade away almost before the image became crisp.

“Heh….Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” The Fireseal seemed to open up like never before as Sol pivoted on his foot, turning a full circle as the flames rushed out in a blazing full-circle. Air danced and wavered in the extreme heat; even the sand on the floor melted onto the red-hot bricks.

“Wrong.” Sol heard the voice behind him and to the right. It was too damn late. Flames danced over Elmdor’s head, causing his beautiful silver hair to waver. His sword was once again in the white sheath at his side. “Legendary sword that kills freely!...” Sol perceived the words, but even his Fireseal couldn’t make the strike in time. As the last syllable of the word ‘Asura’ rang out, Elmdor’s hand flew to the handle of the sword as he began to push off from the ground with his powerful legs.

He ripped it from its sheath as the sword’s soul awakened – a spirit of one who didn’t care who their power was used to kill. “…Asura!!” There was a flash of brilliant white energy, and Sol felt a flying sensation mixed with equal parts pain sensation. He was…airborne. His body flew, landing on the floor some feet away. He rolled, wincing at the pain on his back.

But how come I ain’t in two pieces?

He rubbed his back and brought his hand forward to examine it. There was only a small amount of blood. I’ve gotten worse cuts from opening envelopes. Hurts like the goddamn dickens, though. He clutched Fireseal and pushed up from the ground, swaying to his feet.

But there was no one around.

The HELL? Tell me that wasn’t some half-assed mirage.

Rubbing his back with a grimace, he thrust his hand back into its pocket. Fireseal he held in the other hand, the naked Sacred blade swinging decadently beside his legs. He stayed alive. It would take more than that to kill him. But he’d remember that guy. Pay him back good later, maybe. Maybe.

But why did he feel so…so ten percentish?

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:13 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

ADDENDUM --

Katana of the Round: Asura! This famous katana’s notable feature is its bright color scheme. Its sheath and cloth handle wrappings are white, and the high polish of the blade gives the metal a high silvery-white sheen. Upon the ‘drawing out’ of its spirit, a singular swath of white light follows the path of the blade, cutting anything up to four blade-lengths away from the sweep. It is not a projectile attack, but can damage multiple targets in one swing.

Not being full of hale and hearty self, and drained from the transporting experience, Elmdor’s mind is more vulnerable to the forces that chip away at him. The irises are…grey. Which means that the good Marquis is not in at the moment…

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Must learn to write shorter posts...

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Slipstream Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:14 AM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Yuri Hyuga II - Appetisers

Okay, so everyone was in a desert town where you couldn't even hurt an insect, the locals spoke into your mind and pretended not to know why they were here, and the other contestants had a disturbing tendency to walk through walls. Despite the fact that the guy who's apparently brought them here to 'save the world', band together to fight an army and possibly receive the powers of a god, a lot of them seemed more interested in taking each other's throats out than finding out what the hells was going on.

And he'd only been here a few hours. Things could only get stranger.

Idly, as Yuri wandered through a dusty marketplace, he wondered if anyone else he knew would have been brought here, a familiar face to fight at his side. Certainly he had the potential to become a god - if the Seraphic Radiance didn't count as having that kind of power, not much else did in his world - but he didn't know about any of the others he'd travelled with.

Shaking his head, the Harmonixer continued to walk through the marketplace. No, he'd probably have to admit he was the only one who'd been brought here - the only one with that 'potential'. And if everyone else was as messed up as he was because of having that potential, it was going to be something of a rough ride.

"...yes, I believe I shall try the finest you have to offer. Let us hope it is to my satisfaction."

The voice stopped Yuri in his tracks. It was definitely Chinese - it didn't sound much like Zhuzhen, admittedly, but if the Taoist oracle was suffering from the dust as much as he was, it could easily have affected his voice. And the old man did like his fine foods, even if the sharpness in that voice wasn't much like him.

Turning, he traced the voice to a building over in the shade - some kind of restaurant or other eating house, built so that its dishes wouldn't spoil in the heat. Inside Yuri saw the man he'd heard - the man's back was to him, and the clothes were different to what he knew, but the style was definitely Chinese and almost certainly that of a fighter and magic user.

"Hey! Zhuzhen, you old quack! You got hauled here too, huh?" Yuri cried out cheerfully, entering the building through the door opening since walking through the walls still unnerved him. The waiter serving the man scurried away as he approached.

The man did not as much freeze with the fork halfway to his mouth, as slow its upwards movement and then quietly lower it to the plate, letting the red meat splatter in the sauce and the metal of the fork echo on the china plate. Few men can say more with a eating implement than others could with a sword.

"I will admit to being old, boy," the man said slowly without turning, "far older than I look to your eyes. However, I have never been a 'quack' - that is a slang term for a doctor, and I have little interest in healing others."

Then he stood up and turned to face Yuri, showing his face and the broadsword sheathed at his side. This definitely wasn't Zhuzhen. The Harmonixer almost backed up a step from the look in the man's eyes, then thought better of it. Why should he back down to someone he didn't even know? Showing weakness was always a bad thing to do, double so in front of a potential enemy.

It was his mistake, though. Reaching forward with a sleeved hand, his hand slammed into Yuri's chest with all the speed of the Crane style, and as the Russian staggered back a wisp of mist seemed to escape his body. It drew into the hand that had drawn it from him, and the sorceror's eyes clouded momentarily as he tasted its mental edges.

"What do you think you just did to me?" Yuri snarled, taking a pace forward and grabbing hold of a section of the man's robe. He didn't seem to be any weaker himself, but he felt the weakening of one of his lower Fusions within his mind, its cry of rage echoing as part of its essence was taken from him.

"Mmmm..." the man murmured, "interesting. I don't believe I've often tasted a soul from a body that was not its own. You interest me, Harmonixer."

What?

"You - you know what I am?" he said slowly, tightening his grip on the sorceror's robe. "Is that because of that thing you did to me, that soul-sucking thing?" Even Zhuzhen hadn't been able to fully tell him the details of his power, and the only man who could was dead in his world.

"Not at all," the sorceror replied with a slow smile. "I have, in my years, made a study of ancient texts and the powers thought lost to humanity. You are from my world, it would seem - only the Harmonixer, to my knowledge, can host the souls of others like parasites and call upon their powers instead of devouring them to strengthen oneself."

Snorting, releasing his grip on the man's robe, Yuri pushed him back a little and folded his arms across his chest. "Fine, then, but you owe me. If you're going to 'taste' my powers like you do the food in this place, I'm gonna collect the bill. What's your name?"

The man bowed mockingly, then passed through the table with ease - apparently, they still weren't present in this world on a solid level. As he moved, though, Yuri darted forward with a fist raised in attack. The man's backwards motion meant he wasn't as able to evade as he should have been, and his head hammered to the side as the metal-lined glove smashed into the bridge of his nose.

Without looking, the man's hands moved to intercept Yuri's left fist as it came in for a second strike, then twisted for leverage. The Russian was thrown backwards, and would have fallen over a chair had he not passed straight through it. In the time it took to recover, however, so had the sorceror. The man still stood, but with one hand raised to his face to stop a nosebleed from touching his rich clothes. A nosebleed, from a punch that should have split his nose across his face!

"I... see. Perhaps I will tell you my name, Harmonixer, should I find use for you again. And should you wish to learn more about your abilities... perhaps you will seek me out," the sorceror hissed, bowing again, then seemingly vanished into the air.

Yuri gasped, looking around wildly, but he was nowhere to be seen. The Fusion that had been injured in the man's 'test' seemed to be recovering, its cries quietening inside his mind, but he had to admit that he knew little of his own powers. He was largely self-taught and it showed.

"Perhaps you will seek me out..."

Yuri grinned. "We'll see."

---

R-Vote to Shang Tsung.


People like you. People who plan out every little detail of their lives.

You could never understand me.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 01:58 AM

El Bruje Sale

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: The realm between the worlds...

Shang Tsung slowly walked down the street, still musing about his latest acquisition in souls. And, of course, the fact that he was in a new area, with a new set of rules, and hosts that can't even create a decent portal.

The nobleman was distinctly unimpressed with the city. Sand, mud, brick if they're lucky... Where is the art? Where is the culture? Where is the grand vice or virtue that makes souls worth the taking? They are merchants, all, nothing but lowly common businessmen. Then again, that does mean that I'll be able to purchase anything I want from them. Probably of fairly high quality, too.

He stopped in front of a glass merchant. His wares were mostly of intricate glass sculptures, though he had some less-valuable glasswork, and of course, one could not forget the glass.

"Hey, stranger! Want some glass? One hundred percent pure!"

Shang Tsung sighed. "Do I look like the kind of gentleman that would want glass sculptures?"

The merchant seemed to consider this. "Do you actually want me to answer that?"

To this, Shang Tsung could only sigh. "No, I do not, and no, I do not." Shaking his head, the sorcerer continued down the road, ignoring the vast majority of the commercial interests in the road. One store, however, interested him. Not so much for the goods, as it was, as one could guess, mostly glass, but one customer was inside.

It looked like a girl, with a black... dress-like... thing... And a raven on its shoulders. But Shang Tsung could definately sense a sense of a collection of souls from it. The sorcerer walked up to the black-clad person, and bowed.

Hidden by his goatee, he smiled. "Are you in the business of borrowing souls for the betterment of those concerned?"

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:40 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 1:3

The young man shook with mirth, as Alma smiled confidently to herself. "Yes, Alma-san, you may accompany me," one of his hands flew to his mouth to hide his own smile. "Perhaps you might pick up some of the, ah... less... flattering... words of the language..."

"That'd be nice," she piped up cheerfully.

Even though she hid behind her charming persona, Shizumaru looked at Alma almost suspiciously - her words were far too coincidental, he thought to himself, feeling another flash of fright. She must know...

Nervously, he clutched the hand on his collar tighter, and looked away from Alma, slightly embarrased. If she knew what he was, she could be in grave danger, for his heart still throbbed from the encounter with Setsuna - though his heart should've at least calmed down by then. What, then, could be what still made his blood boil? Was it the girl beside him?

Cautiously, he looked right into her eyes again, but felt none of the evil that he sensed from Setsuna, or Gohan - or even Minazuki Zankuro. In fact, he was completely bewildered - he sensed nothing at all, and yet, there had to be something about her that still tensed up his body - what in the world could it have been?

"Now you're the one who's staring at me!" Alma laughed. "Are we going to continue this cycle over and over, hm?"

"Oh!" He looked back up, startled, his cheeks a pale pink. "Iie... we may continue forth. Gomen nasai."

"That's okay," Alma grinned. "I must remind you of someone, don't I?"

Dreading to look at her eyes once again, but willing himself to do such, Shizumaru glanced back up -

- no, he was not reminded of anybody, and he told her as such. "Kimpatsu is very rare, you see. But... in a way..." Rimururu...

"Yes?" The honey-blonde girl's head cocked to one side in curiousity, but Shizumaru shook his head and shrugged the thought away. Her personality does indeed remind me of Rimururu, however...

The faint tickle of her lips on his suddenly flew back to him, making him gasp silently. Not *now*, he ordered his mind, but the feeling refused to go away. Alma looked on, intrigued, but looked away innocently when Shizumaru noticed her gaze.

"I do remind you of someone," she laughed. "And you're thinking of them, hm?"

His blush flared up, and Shizumaru's hand flew up to his hair to brush it back, trying to act as if it was nothing; something he could simply shrug off. Alma's eyes caught him once more, though - but this time, she wasn't staring at his eyes -

- she was staring at the glow on his chest.

--

This is for you, Kriz. XD

http://www.geocities.com/carlycheeese/elmdor.jpg


a lonely soul ____________________ moonlit skies
speaker of silence ________________ candlelit town
footsteps in the night _____________ eyes cast in gloom
utter reliance ____________________ a saddened frown

sweet serenity __________________ shielded by innocence
waits to be broken _______________ hidden by beauty
its mouth aghast ________________ the demon sleeps within
a demon hath spoken ____________ destroying naievte

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Dry31 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:49 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Testament wandered through the city...it was a mudhole, compared to the cities in his universe. But then again, there weren't as many people, which is a definite plus in his eyes. Humans were a plague...they lusted after power, money, pleasure, and caused misery to get it. They thought only of themselves...not caring about causing misery to others. But then again...who was he to talk? He, who had tried to ressurect Justice, who had shed so much blood. He, who had attempted genocide against the human race. He wandered like this, lost in his thoughts...after about an hour of this, he wound up in a shop, filled with various glassworks; much like so many others in this city. Small glass sculptures lined the walls, paperweights and decorations more than anything else. But one stood out...a glass sculpture of an angel, made of the purest, clearest glass Testament could ever recall seeing. It was exquisite...and it reminded him of Dizzy.

"Shopkeeper...how much is this?"

"Hm? Oh...that old thing? It's - wait a minute. You're one of the fighters that Lord Daisetsu summoned, aren't you. Hm...well...it's yours. If you wish to pay me...fight well in this campaign."

"...very well."

"Then it's yours."

Testament picks up the sculpture. For an instant, it glows with a reddish light...then disappears, stored within a pocket dimension. He is about to leave...when he senses a presence behind him. He turns, slowly...and sees before him a man of Asian descent with a goatee, clad in rich clothes. But there is something about this man that makes Testament very, very wary. His psionic signature is unlike anything he has ever sensed before...it bears a resemblence to Dizzy's, a bit, in that there are multiple elements repressed under a single dominant one. But unlike Dizzy, the primary element is more evil oriented, far more cunning, and the number of repressed secondary elements is FAR greater than Dizzy's twin alter-egos. This man is clearly someone to be considered extremely dangerous...all of this, Testament thinks and perceives in less than a second. And then...the man bows. After straightening, he speaks...his voice is smooth and cultured.

"Are you in the business of borrowing souls for the betterment of those concerned?"

Testament replies, his own words just as polite as ever.

"It is more civil to introduce oneself before demanding answers of a stranger, is it not?"

The man pauses for a bit, then speaks again.

"My apologies. I did not mean to appear rude...I am the Sorceror, Shang Tsung, from the land of Outworld. And you are?"

"...I am now known as Testament. I am a Gear."

"It is my pleasure to meet you. I...am not sure what a 'Gear' is; but for now, I would greatly appreciate it if you could answer my earlier question."

"Whether I borrowed souls for the betterment of those concerned. One might say that. I am a Summoning Gear...I carry within me souls of the departed. I carry them within me...and summon them to my aid when I fight."

An unsettling gleam seems to form in Shang Tsung's eye...were Testament a human, he would probably be babbling apologies and backing away at that gleam. But he wasn't a human anymore...at this point, fear was not something easily brought out within him. And so he merely watched the sorceror with a bit of interest, waiting to see what he had planned next.

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The Damned Posted: 04-19-2003 , 02:49 AM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

King
Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self
Section 3


After receiving several rounds of applause from the other participants and bowing graciously, King's anger had subsided. It was then that a teenage boy and his dog approached her.

"Hey," the boy said youthfully, though obviously unaware of it. "That was an interesting move that you had there. What did you call?"

"The Double Strike," King replied quickly, unintentionally cold.

"Right. I guess it would make sense to have the move named the same thing as what is screamed out by the fighter. However, you'll have to forgive me as I am not good with fighting games. And..."

"Games?" King curiously interjected. "What games?"

"Oh, sorry!" the boy exclaimed nervously. "I'm such an idiot sometimes. Hehehe..." The boy laughed as he slapped himself on the head.

"we all know that already."

King couldn't tell where the voice had come from.

"shut up Vader." She had definitely heard it come from the boy's mouth this time, though it was only in a whisper.

Great. King mused, like she constantly does. I go from a man who won't stop talking about himself to a boy who begins talking to himself.

"Um..." the boy began, breaking the awkward silence that had been created. "I never introduced myself, which I should have if I want to get to know you a bit better. My name is Jason Soe. Alchemist."

The boy held out his hand, though it was still intangible. However, King knew that it was only as a friendly gesture.

"My name is King. Fighter."

King held out her hand in return, and they "shook" hands.

"Nice to meet you," they said simultaneously.

----

R-Vote to Jason Soe

I'm going to bed now. However, if Vote Burn is incorporated in this exercise, then I'll make the following attacks.

A-Vote to Setsuna
A-Vote to Ky Kyske
A-Vote to Kyosuke
A-Vote to Allen Synder
A-Vote to Tingle

Oyasuminasai.

EDIT: Sorry for the egregious typos.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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Luna Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:10 AM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

A couple bottles of Ishidaya later, Opera wasn't any closer to being in anything even REMOTELY resembling a good mood. On the contrary, she'd only become more depressed and angry, though that was more due to the heat of the desert than the liquor. She had more of an alcohol tolerance than that, after all. Her tolerance for her circumstances and the arid climate of her current locale, on the other hand....

Ye gods, could this possibly get worse? I'll never complain about Giveaway's temperature again, I swear, if someone....anyone....is listening to me and will please get me out of here.

"These graphics are amazing..."

....Excuse me? Opera's head whipped around to see a young man, probably around Precis's age, standing there. He seemed to be utterly amazed by his surroundings.

Graphics? She glanced at the bottle she was holding.

She glanced at the boy again.

The bottle.

....Either this kid is drunker than I am, or he's hooked on those video games Claude is so damn obsessed with. "Advanced forward," indeed. And that business with killing monsters being worth points....what an odd concept. Points towards WHAT? What the hell?

....

I should leave such musings for when I'm completely sober. I don't get drunk easily, but sheesh....still not the right frame of mind to ponder these things. As though I should worry about such trivialities anyway, in my situation. Bah.


"Hey, you lost? And by the way, welcome to reality. This, sadly, is no game." Opera chuckled softly, with more than a hint of melancholy tinging her voice. She held out the bottle. "Thirsty? You look way too young for this, but I'd wager you might need it just as much as I do...."

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1 R-Vote to Kite. *nods* Over to you, Niffy. xD Whenever you wake up, that is.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 03:31 AM

El Bruje Sale

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: The realm between the worlds...

Shang Tsung smiled. "You carry the souls of the departed, you say? Interesting, quite interesting. You must understand, that I am also interested in these 'souls,' very much so, in fact."

His eyes seemed to glow with anticipation. "In fact, one could say that it is a matter of life or death with me. And here is a large group, all ready and waiting in a nice little package... Though I'm guessing you can draw power from them in a way not unsimilar to Quan Chi..."

The sorcerer's thoughts seemed to go on a completely different, though related, course. "How much power can you draw from your souls? What levels of power have you achieved, in what manner can you manipulate the souls in your control... And do you have the ability to send them to others?"

Seeing only a slightly interested look on Testament's face, the sorcerer sneered. "I don't know what a 'Gear' is, but I know that you have what I want. And, more importantly, I know that you possess quite a bit of it. But, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Do you want to hear?"

Testament nodded slightly, to which Shang Tsung stepped forward, and whispered, "I can manipulate souls as others manipulate clay."

The Gear's eyes widened. If what the sorcerer said was true, then he in his non-corporeal form would be very vulnerable... And it was true.

Shang Tsung raised his hand, and a single spirit was taken from Testament's body. Shang Tsung snarled slightly. "When am I going to get a real soul from this blasted tournament?"

He smiled, though. "I have no use for a soul like this, save only the knowledge it may hold. Very interesting indeed, I might add, though your lesser minions know much less than would normally be anticipated."

"Oh," he added, "would you like this soul back?"

The Gear, having an idea of what Shang Tsung had in mind, said nothing. The sorcerer shrugged. "A pity." He flung the soul back at Testament, pleased at finally having a large enough surplus of souls to be able to fire one, like he did in the old days of Mortal Kombat.

The soul connected, and as Shang Tsung expected, the non-corporeal nature of Testament's body meant that the soul's impact was much more powerful than normal. The Gear went flying, as it had only half-anticipated the blow.

The sorcerer was quite happy, and he turned to leave the shop. But, just as he was going to, Testament took a heavy step forward, shattering a fallen glass sculpture. "Die."


"Your soul is mine!"
-Shang Tsung

It was fun, and I enjoyed myself. But, it's time for me to go now.

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Baka Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:17 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 1:1 - D.O.A

Ky Kiske looked around calmly. This place felt warm.. hot from the sun, but unwelcoming, somehow. But then, who would welcome the greatest fighters from all these 'worlds'?

Ky adjusted his clothes slowly - it was amazing how easily sand got into them, even when your body was immaterial - and settled his sword, then stood up from his seat. The cafe was nice.. but he couldn't drink there, and he had... things to do. Thanking the landlord, he took a step out into the beating sun - and recoiled, squeezing his eyes shut. Relaxing in the shade had done nothing to adjust him to this desert, and by now the.. fight.. was well underway.

So much talent, in such a small space. So much power. A crash echoed through the streets, and Ky sighed, running his hand through his hair. All these people.. torn from their worlds. They're frightened, agitated.. no wonder there is violence.


I wonder if.. he's here?

Ky Kiske, Interpol officer and leader of the Holy Order, alone in a city full of angry warriors. He sighed... looks like it would come down to him to clean this mess up... but if Sol were here...

(OOC: Crappy start, I know.Sorry I wasn't around to start the round, I generally won't be, seeing as they start 2am my time. Will post some more when I'm properly awake...)


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

"I'm not good- looking enough to be party leader." - Robin Cook

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Dry31 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 04:33 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Bloody Fugue: Opening Movement

Testament laughed as he was sent flying back, hitting the floor with a crash and destroying several glassworks. Both parties noted with mild interest that the Gear's body seemed to have become solid. The sorceror seemed to be finished, as he turned to leave...but Testament wasn't one to relinquish grudges easily. Rather than bothering to stand, he simply...melted, into a red, bloodlike fluid, and flowed back into a standing state, reforming into his usual self. His face was set into a dark look indeed...he spoke, his voice bristling with menace.

"Die."

The sorceror stopped dead for a moment; then, slowly, he turned, an admonishing expression on his face.

"You don't seem to realize something. Namely, that when I put someone down, it is wiser for them to stay down. I shall reiterate my point."

"I think not, sorceror. It is you who will be learning a lesson...and though I cannot kill you..."

As he spoke, his scythe materialized in his hand, its blade seeming to glint redly as he spins it in his hand.

"...I can give you a lesson in pain!"

The sorceror, Shang Tsung merely grinned in return, drawing a straight sword from his side.

"I think that I shall be the one teaching you the lesson."

"You speak mighty words, human. Let us see if you can back them up!! GRAVEDIGGER!"

And with that, Testament lunged forward, his scythe cleaving an arc of bloody death in front of him. Shang was prepared; his straight sword swiftly shifted into a blocking stance. Nonetheless, the sorceror is pushed back by the assault. Tsung retaliates almost immediately, cutting low in an effort to catch Testament offguard, but Testament is able to deflect the blow with the handle of his scythe. Tsung continues his attack with a second slice, this one high. But Testament has already leapt back...he staggers back, as though he's about to fall over. Tsung recognizes this as a moment of weakness, and lunges forward, sword extended in preparation to impale his opponent...but he never noticed the pool of reddish liquid forming on the ground in front of him. As soon as he started to move forward, it struck. A cluster of clenched fists formed within the pool, striking out at the sorceror. The look of triumph on his face changes to one of shock as the fists strike out, lifting the sorceror up and back a few feet off the ground with the force of their strikes. Testament pushes off the ground, seeming to fly through the air at his opponent. The sorceror tries to recover, to attack, but it's too late. Testament smashes his opponent with the end of his scythe, slamming the blunt skull like decoration adorning it directly into his opponent's chest. Shang Tsung flies back, his momentum sufficent to send him flying into, and through, the flimsy door of the shop. He hits the ground outside, bounces back, and finally skids to a stop a few feet outside. Testament strides out, his scythe poised over one shoulder...and on his face, the most frightening thing of all. A terrible, soulless smile...

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eyesaw Posted: 04-19-2003 , 05:07 AM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

Storm: It has begun...

The speech was over and the mass of people began to leave the room. Storm followed, and stepped outside, and took one wide look around.

What on earth?? Is this a Danger Room sequence? I haven't seen this one before.

Storm closed her eyes and 'felt' her surroundings. She was usually so in touch with nature, so well connected, but now, there was nothing.

This... this isn't the Danger Room she thought.

Storm was worried. She could feel the paranoia, panic and fear beginning to set in, and she could also feel the weather, reacting to her emotions. Storm looked upwards to the skies. A dark storm cloud gathered over the city, rumbling and flashing. Suddenly, with a flash on lightning, a light shower of rain began to fall upon the city.

Storm continued to walk, ignoring the rain, hoping that if she forgot about it, it would stop. The commands made by her emotions, were so much powerful than the ones she makes herself, she would simpley have to let this change of weather play itself out. She passed a number of strange looking people; a drunken three-eyed woman, a woman shaking hands with a boy, introducing herself as 'King', so many unusual faces, yet nobody seemed to fit in here. Everybody stood out. Storm figured that everybody was in her position too. Lost and alone.

She continued to walk until she found a small inn. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. A small group of people had gathered inside, probably to escape the rain she had just created. She sat herself down at a table and took a deep breath, and tried to think things through, and possible reasons why she was here.

Surely I can't really be here to save a world? And for what do I show 'potential' for? It makes no sense whatsoever. There must be another reason why I'm here.

Storm ran through a list of possible reasons in her head. Apocalypse. Forge. But none of them made sense. What was happening leaves no trail of evidence which leads to either of the solutions she came up with. this was something new. And it was then she knew, that she was going to have to fight her way out.


Where can I run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.

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Baka Posted: 04-19-2003 , 05:07 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 1:2 - Black Soul

Walking slowly down an open road, Ky's mind wandered. Here, this whole place was so.. surreal. One minute he'd been engaging Sol - then Testament appeared, and then... the light. For an instant, he'd thought it was light from the heavens, the light of the Lord piercing his heart - a sign there was still someone watching him, watching over him, but no... the light picked him up, picked... them up...

Are they here too?

Dust from the sandy street picked up around his feet, but otherwise the wind was minimal. A pensive mood overcame Ky, as he ran a finger down across the burnt slash on his clothes. A sign that this wasn't a dream, perhaps. The pain from the Fuuenken was not totally gone yet, a reminder... of Sol's strength. That man's strength! So powerful yet so damned callo -

- NO! -

Ky was not going to let his emotions get away from him again. He prided himself on his calmness, his refusal to give in to the waves of emotion that surged over him in battle - but Sol.. every time he saw Sol, his heart skipped a beat, his anger rose and...

That was not a side of himself he enjoyed. Letting his emotions and his hatred escape, burst and overflow into a torrent of rage and pain. That was not Ky, not the Ky he knew himself to be - and it scared him.

Shaking his head, Ky frowned. This was not the time for such reveries. He had a job to do - to keep the peace - and even if this wasn't his own world, there was still a peace to keep. If Sol was here... Testament, too.. who knew what would happen...

Grabbing at a passer-by - I can touch them again - he raised his hands in a sign of peace. "Excuse me, sir.. I'm looking for two men - a red-clad man with long hair and a red sword, and a man in black with a scythe. Have you seen them, perhaps?" Ky's voice was soft, calm, his emotions under control again, and friendly, even. The man nodded, pointing the direction Ky was walking. "Aye, I seen summun like that, 'e were over that way."

"That way? My thanks, sir." Ky nodded his head and carried on down the road - but his footfalls were faster now, and purposeful. Sol would not destroy these people! Not on his watch!


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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 05:34 AM

El Bruje Sale

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: The realm between the worlds...

In which Shang Tsung continues the duel with Testament, with the aid of Li Mei...

Shang Tsung shook his head slightly, to regain his bearings. A trap spell of some sort? A technique, maybe?

The sorcerer stood up, only to be arrested by the glare of Testament. No, not quite a glare... more of a completely emotionless mask, of something trying to mimic a human faculty, but has only second-hand information with which to do it. If Shang Tsung hadn't had so much experience with automatons, he would have flinched.

Instead, he did what any good sorceror would do in such a situation. Especially one with a repetoire of advanced offensive spells, a nearly-limitless supply of souls with which to power his attacks, intimate knowledge of most of the martial arts of Outworld and Earthrealm, and a weapon famed throughout the realms for its strength and soul-searing properties.

Shang Tsung called out for his reinforcements. And the skeletal remains of Li Mei, complete with bodyarmor and a halberd of her own, leaped down from the market's roof. Testament regarded this new warrior for a moment.

The new combatant carefully placed the crate of goodies down on the ground, then stared at Testament for a moment. Just long enough to receive its command. "Destroy him!"

In response, Testament merely taunted Shang Tsung. "You claim the power of souls, and yet you rely on underlings to complete your work?"

Shang Tsung nodded. "Why bother getting my own hands dirty when this servant of mine can do just as well?"

That servant lunged forward with its halberd, cleaving the very air with the heavy weapon. However, it cleaved not flesh, but only a reddish liquid. The skeleton of Li Mei regarded this for a moment, then slowly turned around. Instantly, the liquid coagulated into a single, massive burst. The liquid coated Shang Tsung's warrior, then reformed itself into Testament.

However, Li Mei seemed completely uninterested. She charged forward again, nearly catching the Gear off-guard. Halberd met scythe, and the two soulless beings stared at each other. But, then something else happened. Li Mei grabbed Testament's arm, and wrenched his body over its own. The Gear went flying through the air, though he managed to catch himself.

Li Mei relentlessly advanced, then jumped high in the air, raising its halberd high for a mighty cleaving attack. However, right as it was about to hit, Testament's arm flashed out, catching the skeleton by its throat. In the other hand appeared a golden doll. Testament first regarded the skeletal Li Mei, then the imitation. His glance fell back to Shang Tsung, and with a single motion, he crushed the doll. Li Mei's corpse fell to the ground.

"If that is the best that you can accomplish, Shang Tsung, then give up your parlor tricks and attempt something more within your reach than magic."

To this, Shang Tsung could only chuckled. "Excellent..."

Testament began walking towards the sorcerer. "Do you still harbor some vain hope of defeating me? I, who am matched by no human?"

Shang Tsung smiled. "Of course I have no vain hope." With a single motion, Testament brought his scythe around, the air whistling as it raced towards Shang Tsung's neck...

...and was caught by Li Mei. The automaton's eyes seemed to glow with an infernal power, and it kicked Testament in the stomach. When he bent over from the sheer impact, the automaton wrenched its leg over its own head, flinging Testament away. But, once again, the Gear caught itself.

Almost casually, Testament flung a spirit at the cadaverous form of Li Mei. Unsurprisingly, it did far more damage to it than to normal humans. The end result was a flung skeleon, that took longer than normal to recover itself.

But recover itself it did. Li Mei dashed towards Testament, dodging another soul blast, and swung again with the halberd. Once again, Testament dodged out of the way, but he was not expecting what came next. Li Mei fired its Sparkler attack, the orb of electricity catching the Gear full in the chest.

But, as was to be expected, it would take much, much more than that to stop the Gear. He rushed forward with his scythe and slashed again. Once again, there was a wake of some reddish liquid, but Li Mei's undead form easily blocked the blow.

However, before it could swing again, the Gear caught Li Mei's arm. With one smooth motion, he lifted the undead into the air, and the nails on his hand shot through it. His face began to change, somehow... To Shang Tsung, it seemed like the Gear was transforming into an undead itself.

However, the skeleton itself was not nearly as hurt as a human would have been. The lack of blood or any other vital organ diminished the effectiveness of the blow, though it was still strong enough to create a good-sized hole in the skeleton's armor.

However, the skeleton started working its way down Testament's arm. The Gear, needless to say, was surprised. However, the best was yet to come. When the skeleton came within distance, it grabbed Testament's shoulders and planted itself into the floor, preventing the Gear from moving or using his scythe efficiently.

"What are you doing?"

The same cold, cultured voice answered him, "So I can kill you with no risk on my part. Good help, contrary to popular opinion, is easy to find. I made this one myself."

Testament turned his head around. As expected, Shang Tsung was standing behind him, Straight Sword in hand. "Now, how should I kill you? Perhaps a front swipe?" He slashed from the left to the right, leaving a small gash in Testament.

"Perhaps a cross strike?" He spun his sword in a circle, again leaving a gash in Testament. He paused for a moment, considering what to do next. The wind seemed to pick up for a moment, but it quickly died down again. Changing winds are common in the desert.

"I know! I shall impale you, and watch the life drain from you slowly but surely. How does that grab your fancy?" He took a step forward, prepared to deal the finishing blow, as he had done to Quan Chi only a short time ago...

...and suddenly, a gigantic tree erupted underneath him. When he tried to maneuver out of it, the branches constricted around his body, preventing him from moving. Li Mei, likewise, was stunned for a moment, its command to "protect the bearer of the amulet" conflicting with its latest command, to "kill Testament."

It was this moment of indecision that Testament used to his advantage. Raising his arm, he lashed out with a vicious kick, sending the skeleton flying off of his arm. At the same time, the tree went back to the earth from whence it came, and Shang Tsung brushed off the debris from his robes. "We are stuck at the same part again... You are possibly a match for me, and certainly a match for my servant, but you cannot defeat the both of us. Li Mei!"

His smile widened. "Slay him!"
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EDIT: Forgot my 1 A-vote to Testament.

Hey, it's what we agreed to.

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Dry31 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:33 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
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Bloody Fugue: Second Movement

Testament surveys the odds for a moment...then, slowly, he begins to laugh. A twisted mockery of laughter, a shell containing no trace of mirth.

"Slay him!"

And at the Sorceror's word, the puppet moved. It came forward again, swinging its halberd with deadly intent. High left to mid right, mid right to high left, high left to center thrust. A clever string of attacks...but Testament had spent time fighting before; wars against things with slashing claws and ripping blades and blunt bone spurs that caved skulls in. The fact that he was still alive was a tribute to the fact that he had survived those countless attacks, if only by the width of a razor's edge; and so he survived this. Dodge the first, block the second, parry that third and pull a trick before it gets a fourth. And so he did. His left arm lashed up at eyeblurring speed, seeming to dissolve and reform in the space of a second. Testament stepped back as the puppet attempted its fourth attack, a hopping thrust that would have used its weight as additional force to drive the blade home; and then stopped dead in the middle of its thrust as the attack erupted around it. A cleverly placed Zeinest, rendering the puppet helpless for a moment in a web as hard as steel...this was Testament's chance. He leapt forward, his scythe flying forward as he once again used his Gravedigger...only to be smashed aside by an eruption of flame. He flies to the side, managing to recover in midair and land on his feet, albeit shakily. He takes an instant to recover...and in that instant, the puppet has managed to break free from the Zeinest and resume its attack.

"I told you, Gear, that you would be no match for me and my minion. Give up now, and I may show you some mercy by killing you painlessly!"

Testament doesn't waste his breath replying. Vertical slice, cross slash, thrust. Again, Testament's skill pays off. He manages to sidestep the first, turn the second aside, and evade the thrust. But this time, his opponent pulls the trick, dropping the blade of her halberd to the ground and using it as a brace for a roundhouse kick from the opposite direction. The Gear staggers back for a moment, winded; the puppet takes advantage, lunging forward with a series of powerful horizontal strikes, some of which Testament is able to stagger out of range for, some of which strike true and leave more ugly gashes on him. In a desperate effort, he invokes a summon...a glowing skull flies out from his hand, drifting forward. Ordinarily, this attack could have been easily guarded; but the puppet was commited to its attack and could not draw back enough to assume any kind of defense. The skull hits, and on the skeletal creature appears a glowing red mark. The creature staggers back for a moment, then begins to press forward again...

"Zio! Obey the contract!"

The raven flying near him screeches, and flies forward, pestering Tsung's skeletal minion. Testament, meanwhile, wastes no time; he dashes at the sorceror himself. Tsung's eyes widen as he sees the threat, and casts a fireball, but Testament saw it coming. Leaping into the air, he comes down hard, slamming a boot into Tsung's face. Testament knows he has to act before Tsung can recover, and before his minion can resume its attack on him.

"Enjoy this, sorceror! Master of Puppets!"

In his hands, Testament's scythe flows, becoming an eerie black key. Before Shang Tsung can raise his blade to defend himself, Testament has plunged the spectral key into the sorceror's chest. Tsung's face is caught in an expression of total shock...Testament merely smiles, this one a real, but very nasty expression. And then he turns the key. The key seems to glow with an eerie greenish light, as Testament's face once more transforms momentarily into that hellish visage...and then he withdraws the key. His face returns to normal as the scythe returns to its usual shape...Tsung, though, looks a bit rattled, and more than a bit angry. He staggers back a bit before managing to resume a defensive stance. A bit of a smile is on his face, mingled with a bit of anger.

"Ah...so you steal souls as well, do you? Foolish of me not to anticipate...it shall not happen again."

"Don't make promises you cannot keep sorceror...the end of your black soul draws nigh!"

But before Testament can manage to finish his adversary, though, the skeletal puppet comes forward once again, redoubling its attack, ignoring the raven/succubus attacking it continually. Testament manages to guard, but it's clearly a near thing. The fight continues...

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1 A-Vote to Shang Tsung. Ordinarily I wouldn't do this to someone who's given me such an awesome fight, but...

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Curley W Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:43 AM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"So why were you brought here?" King asked. "No offense, but you don't look like godly material."

"Heheh. Well..." Jason chuckled sheepishly, trying to think how to reply to that statement. "I'll admit I'm not that good with a weapon, but my real specialty is alchemy."

"That word again..." King thought, not clear on what an alchemist was. "Do you mind explaining what your 'alchemy' is?"

"Well... it's...heck, I'll just show you." With that, the young man reached into his P.E.R.C. and pulled out a strip of dried beef and a small lump of clay. "Alchemy work's like this, that everything, from people to paper, has it's own unique type of energy that gives it form, structure, color, whatever else that makes it what it is. Alchemy is the art of drawing these energies and combining them with energies of other objects in proper proportions to create new energies. You still with me?"

"Yes. Go on." King replied, though inwardly thinking. "What is he rambling about? Just get to the point..."

"Now, I'm using one part beef, and one part clay. I'll need a target..." Jason turned around to check for anything suitable. His eyes fell onto certain robotic being. "Airman?! Just what I need, another robot master." The fanboy scowled. He had encountered Cutman and Quickman in Lindblum's festival of the hunt, and was dragged through the city's streets by the latter Wilybot. Needless to say, he was not fond of this series of robot.

"Alright, see that blue guy, King?....." Jason asked, pointing out the mechanical man. He stood sideways between King and Airman holding out his hand with the ingredients for his new friend to see. Quickly drawing out the items' energies, the clay and beef dematerialized in the alchemist's hand. "Bovine!"

"MooooOOOOO!" The newly created cow cried as it fell onto the hapless Airman. King's calm exterior came to a temporary halt as she gawked at the five-hundred pound arrival. Airman, not welcoming the crazed mammal on top of him, activated his powerful chest fan. The strong winds lifted the cud chewer into the air, propelling it several yards away onto a young man clad in white.

"And~ that's about sum's up what you can do with alchemy." Jason stated.

"...Right..." King replied, regaining her composure. "So you create animals?"

"Not just that. There are formulas to make fire or electricity, create shields of energy, even heal wounds." Jason went on. He might have continued, but he then remembered one of his objectives in these gatherings of sorts. "I think I'm gonna go look around town some more. Nice talking to- wait."

Digging into his bag once again, he pulled out a small plastic bottle of water, one of several he carried around for alchemy. As hot as it was, he thought it was the right thing to do

"Before I go, here." Jason said, holding out the bottle to King. As soon as she took it, Jason walked off. "See ya', man!"
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1 A-Vote to Airman(pirate360)!
1 A-Vote to Kyosuke(Zen Master)!(two votes with one cow. )
1 R-Vote to King(The Damned)!(water in a desert is precious)

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:49 AM

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Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: Final Fantasy II - The Rebel Army

After emerging as the Hulk once more for a brief moment, Bruce Banner reverted back, to the awe of a few spectators around him.

"Hmm...green...purple pants...and a scrawny guy." With a snap of his fingers, Jason Soe recognized him. "Aw yeah! The Incredible Hulk! I remember you! You were this comic book hero, and you appeared on a messload of merchandise! And don't you have a movie coming out?"

"You're pretty enthusastic. But I don't recall having a comi-"

Of course you don't. See, while you were gone, Hulk and I were here. And, we took down notes for you. Let me get them out: *ahem* A guy grabbed a bunch of, uh, heroes from different ... dimensions. Yeah, it sounds fucktarded, I know, but stay with me here. And, these dimensions are as different from yours as you can imagine.

Don't worry, I'm not a stranger to universe hopping.

"...I mean, yeah, great. Thanks kid."

"Even though I'm more into gaming, you're...RAD TO THE MAX."

What in the hell do we have here?! Who invited you?!

Joe!

Joe Fixit?

UGH! You're just like that green gimp, only...gray? With a trenchcoat?

"I'm flattered. ... Could you tell me a little about some of the people here?" Bruce started to squirm; his Gray Hulk persona had returned, and was none too pleased with the appearence of the teen.

So you think you can waltz in here like some whore? Nah, see, you need initiation.

"Sure; where to start though...oh yeah. That guy over there. He's from Bandai's .hack series of games. .hack also happens to be a multimedia franchise, if you didn't know. ... I take it you're not too familiar with Bandai."

Initiation?! You're gonna haze me?! Bring it, monkeydouche!

"Not really. But I follow you." Bruce knew he wasn't going to be able to follow Soe any longer, but appreciated his effort nonetheless.

"Alright. THAT guy...that guy is Yuri Hyuga, from Shadow Hearts. And get this: Shadow Hearts is an RPG made by SNK, one of a few, like Koudelka, or even King of Fighters: Kyo."

King of Fighters: Kyo?! Banner remembered Kyo mentioning King of Fighters somewhere down the line.

What about Kyo?! A bad move on Kyo's part lending his attention to the mention of his own spinoff game; Joe Fixit took the opportunity to smash Kyo, bash Kyo, stomp on Kyo, and throw Kyo.

"Thing is, SNK's RPGs are a bit, you know, obscure. Even I wouldn't have known about Shadow Hearts if I didn't see it at EB."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll see you later."

"No problem, I'm the master of unlocking!" Jason squealed.

"...huh?" Bruce turned around, if only to feign some further attention directed at Soe.

"It's a famous video game quote. Off of Resident Evil? Jill Valentine?"

"I got'cha."

Lucky shot, that's all that was.

Once I stuck you in the jaw, you knew it was all over.

Please don't start giving yourself a cockride.

Well, you passed my initiation. Good to have you as part of the Hulk charter of the schizophrenic self-help group.

Cute, guys. Real cute.

Where'd you come in, Bruce? And what the hell's going on anyway?

Do I have to explain everything? Figures. I wrote it all down right...here.


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Baka Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:59 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 1:3 - Black Soul II

Turning the corner, Ky paused to assess the situation.

Red-clothed man.. long hair..

This man is not Sol - but I can see how the citizen misconstrued my question...


Before him, the red-robed man paused, commanding a follower.. and the street erupted as a demon - demon! - in black surged into view - and the giant key plunged into the one man's heart...

Ky knew that attack.

"Testament!" Breaking into a run, Ky whipped the Thunderseal from his belt, the blade exploding into crackles of lightning and thunder as he closed on the two. As he ran, the fighting continued - scythe blade meeting short sword, succubus' claws meeting skeletal warrior's fists, and the street.. civilians fleeing in all directions from the unholy battle ensuing! Before him, the other man's sword plunged into Testament's heart - but the Gear dissolved in a pool of blood, reforming behind his opponent to swing the scythe round, slashing in an arc that just flew over the red-robed man's head. Both wheeled back, and a ball of fire shot from the unnamed man's hand, to be deflected by the haft of Testament's scythe. A recoil, and both men rushed in -

- And Ky's blade met both in the centre, a clash of metal and electricity blowing all three apart again. Ky slid to a halt - the recoil from his weapon was no obstacle to him after so many years - and looked up at the two men.

"Testament... you are here too?"

"Kiske." The gear nodded slightly, not taking his eyes from the other man. "Stay out of this, Knight. Your time is not now." Ky blinked - then frowned. Just what I expect from a Gear.

"I cannot let this pass un-noticed, Testament. My job is to protect, even in this world, and I can't let you destroy this town."

The other man let out a cackle of laughter. "Ky Kiske, always the paladin, always the protector."

"I don't believe we've met, sir." Ky nodded uncertainly. "I apologise if this man attacked you - I'm here to stop him."

A grin spread over the other man's face. "Why, thankyou sir! Please, defeat this infidel and save us!" Ky nodded, raising his sword. "I'm sorry, Testament. Please lower your weapon, or I will have to use force." The Gear's face gave nothing away as he changed his grip on the scythe. "Don't let him fool you, Kiske. Shang Tsung is the aggressor here, and I the protector. But you will not believe a gear.. so see for yourself."

A worried expression crossed Ky's face, followed by an expression of shock, as a hot spear of pain blossomed into his side. He looked down in horror at the sword blade penetrating his side and mouthed a silent word. Pulling his blade back, Shang Tsung chuckled to himself. "The Gear's souls tell me much about you, Ky. They tell me of your gullibility, and how to manipulate it. I suggest you raise that sword of yours and fight, before I take your soul for my own too!"


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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:03 AM

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Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: Final Fantasy VII - Barret's Theme

It's that time again...

Where we decide...

Who gets A-Voted...

And who gets R-Voted.

That Allan Snyder! I've heard of him before. He was pretty big in the US martial arts circuit, till my man Ken busted his ass. What a dork.

Hulk notices that everyone gang up on Kyosuke. ... Hulk do it too!

Who's the ninja in the yellow? Looks weird as hell. ... Wait a second, I remember this guy! It's a long story, so make sure you pay attention: I was receiving this package of guns and drugs from a guy I heard about, and we decided to do this exchange at a pizzaria. The guy tries to screw me by asking for twice what we agreed upon; I beat his ass and toss him at an arcade machine; that arcade machine was Mortal Kombat, and that yellow ninja is Scorpion! I heard he's trouble. I wanna take care of him.

Are you guys all out for blood? You take things far too personally. Anyway, I think I want to R-Vote Captain Falcon. Poor guy was getting trashed upon by a bunch of people, and even if he's got a loud voice, and looks vaguely homoerotic, he didn't deserve that.


A-Vote! Allan Snyder!
A-Vote! Kyosuke!
A-Vote! Scorpion!
R-Vote! Captain Falcon!


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eyesaw Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:26 AM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

Storm heard a commotion outside and rose from her seat and stepped outside the inn. She glanced down the street and saw a group of people fighting. Storm began to slowly approach them, her natural instinct was to help the good, and destroy the bad. She watched them closely, and gasped as an oriental looking man ran another man through with his sword.

Storm began to pick up speed, running towards the fight. The winds took over and she propelled herself into the air, towards her target. The skies above her crackled and flashed, charging itself.

The Oriental man cackled as he pulled his sword out from his victim. The skies rumbled ferociously, casuing the Oriental man to gaze up into the darkened clouds. Suddenly, a lightning bolt came crashing down upon him, quickly and effieciently, he stumbled backwards and groaned in agony.

Storm came to the stabbed mans aid, holding her hand over his wound.

"Are you okay?" she asked him softly.

Storm looked back over her shoulder, to find that the Oriental man had recovered already from her attack, and was grinning wildy at her. She frowned and turned back to the wounded man. She held his head, as though a mother would her son. Then looked back over her shoulder, to frown at the Oriental man.

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1 A-Vote to Shang-Tsung.
1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske.


Where can I run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:06 AM

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Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: Final Fantasy VII - Oppressed People

Banner went on, glancing at new people, till he came to a woman in a bartender's get up. She had a tired expression on her face.

"It looks like you need a drink, or a cigarette, or something." Banner said.

"I wish I packed them both. ... Jesus, do you have some gum at least?" King started to open her mouth to let her tongue wag.

"Sorry."

"And I'm out of water too." Dejected, King sat down on a mound of sand. "This is hopeless." Banner decided to try and console her, if only because he wanted to get a stronger sense of awareness on his party. He sat down with her.

"You know, it helps that we're all in the same boat together."

"Even if it's the Titanic?" King said softly. The heat was getting to her. She noticed Alma Beoulve following Shizumaru like a love-afflicted kitten, which began to send King down a cynical spiral. "Aw, damn. Love."

"You mean those two over there? I'm not a biologist, but you don't need to be one to know...love when you first see it." With that, he was reminded of his own love, long departed. Betty...

"Love. Let me tell you, there's no justice for love when your man hooks up with a little girl with hooters!"

"Your man sounds like R. Kelly." Bruce said. King started to chuckle.

"Yeah, he does."

"Love? Romance is okay, but it's not as necessary as food, water, air, or shelter. I've found other things to live for."

"...you have only a minute to make this sound interesting." King said. She was beginning to get bored of talking about love.

"Okay. Sometimes I beat up thugs...interesting?"

"It's nothing I haven't done before."

"Okay, okay, sometimes...I save lives."

"I guess I helped out with that a couple times." King remembered the NESTS incident in South Town.

"So, are you not depressed yet?" Banner found himself lost. This discussion felt pointless now.

"The world still sucks. But Eminem was wrong about you."

"Huh?" Banner wondered. "Well, I'll see you later."

"Bye, Moby."

So, how do we pass the time?

I am NOT playing "Guess the Celebrity."

Want to play Legend of Zelda: Four Swords?

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:36 AM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

The cheep booze flowed through Tingle's body and splattered on the barstool under him.

"I don't care how many of those things I try to serve you, Dai's right," reminded the bartender. "You don't have a physical body yet. You can't drink this stuff. Heck; I'm surprised you could even hold the shot glass."

Tingle looked at the glass in his hand. "I'm not supposed to be able to hold this, sir?"

"That's right."

The glass fell through Tingle's hand and shattered on the cement floor underneath him.

Tingle sighed. No more alcholol. He was out. The tiny flask that he had with him was the only liquor he had with him, and he had to save it for later. "Gotta save every last drop..." murmered Tingle.

"Then why are you guzzling it down?" asked the bartender.

Tingle looked at the empty bottle at his mouth. He pulled it away and threw it somewhere in the crowd. It wasn't enough to even get hallucinations from. Tingle sighed. Depression began to sink in.

"This sucks," he muttered.

"Ya got that right, fairy man," replied a drunk to his right.

"Bartender?" asked Tingle. "Can you get me a bucket of water?"

"Sure; what for?"

"I'm going to drown myself." replied Tingle, grimly.

"Yo' not pfisicly here," muttered the drunk. "Ya can't do that."

"You're not like this in Majora's Mask," stated a voice behind him. Tingle turned around to see Jason Soe. He decided it was time to copy everyone else and proclaim his video game-ness.

"Although you might have been a drunk loser on Wind Waker," he continued. "I haven't bought the game yet. Pre-ordered, yes, but the folks at EBs didn't have enough of them."

"Nope; Nintendo censors my character pretty well," remarked Tingle. "They cut all the drugs, the alchohol, the child molesting, and only show my sugary coated side. If I would have made a deal with Sony back when I was just a sketch on Miyamoto's drawing board, I could've been huge. Now I'm just in this dump."

"Nobody badmouths Nintendo and gets away with it!" cried a small voice from on high. "Prepare to feel my wrath, evil-doer!"

Tingle and Jason looked up. A man in blue and red spandex came through the roof at an impressive speed and fell face-first into the ground. "Uuugghh..." muttered Falcon. "I'll... lose... my contract..." he stammered.

Tingle shook his head and tossed a Rupee over to Falcon. "Get better, yo." Tingle looked up at the bartender. "Check, please."

"Naw; it's on me. Just clean up your act," he replied. "You have the potential to be great... or, at least, the potential to be less of an idiot."

"You can become a fairy!" encouraged Jason. "Isn't that enough reason to work hard?"

"I think he's already a pretty big fariy," muttered Vadar.

"Muzzle frumpin'," agreed Falcon, dazed, his face in the dirt.

"You're right!" cried Tingle. "I can't waste my time here! I've got to frolic! Think happy thoughts! Blow crap up! Kooloo Limpah, and other crazy stuff like that. I'm out of here!" Tingle pranced off, out of the bar. "Oops, sorry, sir! Tingle's in a hurry, yes he is!"

Jason shook his head. "What a freak."

--

Sorry it's so crappy; it's the morning. Not that it's an excuse-- I'd probaby write this bad even if it was in the evening. But anyhoo...

1 R-vote to Falcon. Pure genius, man. Can't wait until you come back to write some more.

1 A-vote to AirMan. It's time to vote for no-shows. Pirate, show up, and I'll edit it out.

Tingle: 2 A-votes, 0 R-votes, 1 Special.

EDIT: Oops, forgot what form Hulk was in. Never mind.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:37 AM

El Bruje Sale

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: The realm between the worlds...

In which Shang Tsung fights the combined forces of Storm, Testament and Ky Kiske...

Shang Tsung smiled at the newcomer and Testament, and sheathed his sword. "I need no weapons in order to defeat you."

Obviously, this caused a bit of incredulity amongst the two warriors, but they shrugged and proceeded on with their attack. As they approached, the sorcerer shifted into his favored Crane stance, his mind clearing and becoming focused. The skeleton flipped to his side, and assumed its standard stance.

As expected, the scythe-wielder went after Li Mei, though Shang Tsung had no idea why. That meant that the new one went after Shang Tsung himself, but the sorcerer merely smiled. "You are nothing but a mortal, and a over-confident one, at that."

It was at this moment that lightning shot from the sky. Shang Tsung had only a brief moment to acknowledge this fact before it hit him straight on. He was knocked backwards, and it took him a short while to recover his senses. When he did, he immediantly wished he hadn't.

There, standing by a somewhat confused Ky, was a brown-skinned woman with white hair, frowning at him. The sorcerer was perplexed. "And who are you?"

"I am Storm."

Shang Tsung sighed. "You really should take lessons from Raiden. His lightning was much, much stronger than yours." He coughed slightly, masking his disgust at this new turn of events. "In any rate, it is not very honorable of you to engage in a three on two struggle. But, if you wish to contest me, then go ahead."

The woman needed no encouragement. She caused a gust of wind to blow against Shang Tsung, but the sorcerer used it as a springboard, to land gracefully on the roof of a fine china shop. Numerous sounds of breaking porcelaine resulted from the galing winds.

In response, Shang Tsung fired an orb of flame at the woman, but the winds extinguished it almost immediantly. Strangely enough, her eyes seemed to be glazing over. Ky, meanwhile, was merely standing next to her, debating on whether to follow Shang Tsung up the shop, or just let the winds knock him down.

But the sorcerer had a different idea. Instead of firing a normal fireball, he launched a soul at the witch. The green glow went through the winds like a hot knife through warm butter, it not being constrained to that plane.

The soul hit her square-on, sending her flying backwards. Ky instantly took her place, jumping up the side of the shop. Shang Tsung smiled. He can't make it up this shop, it is far too high.

"Vapor Thrust!" Instantly, Ky flew over the side of the roof, and landed a few feet away from Shang Tsung. The sorcerer snarled. "Alone, you are no match for me. I have the power of ten thousand souls!"

"We shall see."

Meanwhile, the skeleton warrior of Li Mei was faring fairly well against Testament. The halberd and the scythe intersected each other again and again, each barely managing to parry the other. However, when they intersected one more time, the warrior dropped down into a footsweep. Just in time, Testament skipped over the foot, and slashed down with his scythe again. Li Mei managed to roll to the side, escaping only because of its lack of skin and flesh.

In response, the black-clad warrior swung again with his scythe, this time with the blood wave behind it. This time, the warrior had an idea of what to do. It grabbed the scythe as it went past it, and flung Testament to the side. With the temprorary reprieve, Li Mei went over to nearest shop, and picked up a fairly hefty-looking crate. With mechanical precision, it flung the crate at Testament, who barely managed to slice it in half. Another followed, and it too was sliced in half. The next one that was flung, however, was filled with a powder. As it was sliced open, the powder completely covered Testament. This, of course, included his eyes, and Li Mei took the advantage of his momentary distraction to go after Storm.

Shang Tsung, at the same time, was drawing even with Ky. The swordsman slid across the floor, using his famed 'Stun Dipper.' However, Shang Tsung managed to jump over it, and as he turned around, he fired a soul at Ky. The blond absorbed the blow well, and he pointed his sword at Shang Tsung.

A bolt of electricity shot from it, and Shang Tsung barely managed to dodge to the side of it. However, when he looked up again, Ky was jumping right towards him. "Greed Sever!" Shang Tsung once again tried to dodge, but Ky was ready for this. His blade shifted, ever so slightly, in the way Shang Tsung was dodging. It hit, and blood started to seep out of the new gash in Shang Tsung's arm.

Ky slashed again, but this time, Shang Tsung's hand reached out with the speed of a striking serpent. It caught the swordarm, and while he held Ky helpless, he began his favored combo. Three swift kicks to the chin, three hard punches to the face, and a spin kick to finish it off.

Ky was quickly back on his feet, and he smirked. When Shang Tsung tried to lash out with a roundhouse spin kick, the swordsman backflipped. It caught the sorcerer on the chin, and sent him flying into the air. Ky quickly followed him, and when he caught up, he slashed again. "Kiriharai!"

The powerful slash sent Shang Tsung flying through the air, and he went straight through the shattered door of the glass shop.

All sound on the battlefield ceased.

Li Mei glared at Storm for a moment, then dashed off into the store. Ky and Storm looked at each other, shrugged, and ventured in...
---

When they came into the store, it was a complete mess. Shattered glass was everywhere, the shopkeeper was hiding behind the counter, his arm bleeding from glass cuts. A large hole had been blown out of the sand wall, and there was no sign of Shang Tsung, nor of Li Mei.

Ky walked up to the storekeeper. "What happened to you?"

He stammered and stuttered in abject terror. "M-m-man with s-s-s-s..."

"Skeleton?"

"Y-yeah, s-s-... that thing! T-they blew a h-h-hole in my s-s-store, a-a-and t-t-that guy took s-s-something from me... I f-feel weak..."

Ky and Storm looked at each other, then moved on. They didn't see the storekeeper slump against the wall.

"He has to be around here somewhere. They couldn't move very quickly at all, not with the damage we did to them."

Storm nodded in agreement. "I could find him soon from the air."

The now-familiar polished, cultured Oriental voice whispered, "You could find him sooner here."

Ky and Storm both whipped around. As they did so, Shang Tsung impaled the woman with his straight sword. Instantly, it began draining energy from her soul, albeit slowly.

Storm looked shocked. "H-how?" She glanced over to the storekeeper. Yes, he was dead. Those cuts would have drained him of blood very quickly indeed. Her gaze returned to the sorcerer, who laughed.

"I went around this building, to go from behind. You heroes are always so predicatable, never thinking of when the serpent's lair will open wide enough for him to strike again. And, my venom is much, much more deadly than any viper. You have to beat me to remove that sword from him, but he will grow weaker while he fights. So, what shall you do?"

Ky stood up to his full height, having given up trying to pull out the sword from her abdomen. He grimaced. "Two questions. One, why can't I remove this sword?"

Shang Tsung smiled. "It's attached to her soul itself. A spell that I mastered earlier, to make a weapon worthy of me. You have to give away part of her soul to free her from it. A technique worthy of me, no?"

Ky slowly shook his head, his anger rising. "Second, where is that skeleton?"

The sorcerer pointed. "You mean her?" As the team turned around, the silhouette of Li Mei appeared in the hole in the wall. He laughed again. "Test your might, mortals!" With this, he leaped to the attack.
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1 A-vote to Ky
1 A-vote to Storm

(Thank goodness it's the round that doesn't count, eh?)

Scattered fire to Ky and Testament.

R-votes to Ky and Testament

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:50 AM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

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(Thank goodness it's the round that doesn't count, eh?)

Huh? Come again?

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eyesaw Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:06 AM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

The pain was unbearable. It felt hot, searing, burning away at her insides, draining away her very lifeforce, her soul. The pain was so immense, Stomr could not move. To even breath caused infinite pain. Storm breathed heavily and eractically, sweat running down her face, her hands clutched on the sword handle.
She closed her eyes over, and regulated her breathing. She took long, deep breaths, no matter how much they hurt, letting out the odd groan or gasp in pain. She opened her eyes and they were glowing a powerful white. A glowing fury that could never be extinguished. The winds inside the shop began to whip around Shang-Tsungs feet, shards of broken pottery were caught in the swirls and pulled along for the ride. The winds got stronger, and stronger, as the look on Storms face grew even more ferocious.

"You may have shut down my body Sorceror! But all I need, is my mind!"

And with that, a barrage of lightning bolts came showering down from the skies, twisting and bending, and struck the skeleton of Li Mei. One lightning bolt after another, until the skeleton was blasted backwards and pinned against the wall by the blast.

Piexces of shattered bone fell at Shang-Tsung's feet.. He looked back at Storm, he was amazed at her power, but did not show it. Instead, he snarled at her.

"Those were some powerfl tricks, weather witch! But I am guessing that was the last of your power." Smiled Shang-Tsung.

"That's were you're wrong." Storm smiled back.

A rain storm came hailing down outside the shop, crashing down on the street, the rain in it self, destroying some of the surrounding property.

"Ky, get down!" Commanded Storm. Ky jumped down beside her, just before a gale force wind began to powerfully blow the rain inside the shop. The rain was being blew at such a force that it could tear through a persons flesh easily. It would feel as though a person was being riddled with bullets from a gun, but wouldn't be a fatal, meaning more pain for the target. And the target was Shang-Tsung.

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1 A-Vote on Shang-Tsung.


quote:
Originally posted by Bugenhagen
Huh? Come again?


This round is a practise round of sorts. To test whether or not the new system works or not. And if not, DarkBlade77 can tweak it before the next 'actua' round.


Where can I run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.

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Curley W Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:47 AM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Uh, eyesaw? Sorry to say this, but the rules state no killing off other characters, or their fluffy sidekicks. Blasting Li Mei's corpse into pieces is almost an obvious kill, and thus, a violation. Just change your post a bit to fix this up.

and now, a little Vote dump before I head out for a bit.

1 A-Vote to K'(Daisuke7777)!
1 A-Vote to Allen Snyder(colguile)!
1 A-Vote to Max(Larrok)!
1 R-Vote to Tingle(Bugenhagen)!
1 R-Vote to Captain Falcon(Just Some Guy)!

I'll leave two votes open incase I come back in time. If not, no real loss.

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Wayne Posted: 04-19-2003 , 10:29 AM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In this entry....

-Mal'Ganis takes in his new surroundings. He does stuff.
-No corporeal form? No problem! ...unless you're an unfortunate apprentice mage.

There is a Shakespeare reference in this one. Once more, get it and get an R-vote.

---

Falling, falling... travel through a portal was always disconcerting. In reality he was in the flux-state for perhaps five seconds; but in the distorted nature of tempora magica, his mind suffered through five hours as the gateway carried him to its destination.

And the entire time his mind was busy with thoughts of plot, counterplot, revenge, memory... so much had happened in such a short amount of time.

Things were only bound to get worse. That's how it went with demons. People who say there's no justice in the world have never tried being unilaterally evil.

---

...save this world? No. I don't believe so. Ah, but the other detail... 'potential to become a god,' the mortal says. And that is interesting.

Mal'Ganis adjusted to his semicorporeal form easily enough; it was quite similar to the quasi-existence Legion demons had in the Twisting Nether.

And if this weakened form is indeed the same here as it is there... 'spiritual,' as they said... why, then....

The Nathrezim left, heading out into the city. He at first sought for an Arcane Tower, but saw only the An'ven "mage hall"-- Daisetsu had remarked, somewhat wryly; that it mightn't be wise to visit there now; and Mal'Ganis was inclined to agree. Not so much out of fear as out of the intense realization that 100% of his encounters with spellcasting mortals had ended badly. And he was then in no condition to deal with that.

However....

The "city" was primitive enough; far more fragile than the stone and mortar of human and dwarven architecture on the world of Azeroth; but it was sufficient. He found the altar quickly, as it stood out; and using his mind-reading abilities made his way to the apothecary, and began searching for ingredients.

Hm... poisoned entrails, toe of frog, eye of newt, adder's tongue and owlet's wing... no, that's a toad's toe. Blast. Well, it was surprising enough they had as much as they did....

The chemist, a cheerful young human likely in his late 20's, smiled. "Is that all... um, 'Sir?'"

Mal'Ganis nodded. "Your ingredients are mediocre, but I think they'll do. Have you any alchemy kits?"

He nodded. "A few, yes. Ah... here." The chemist placed a heavy wooden case on the countertop in front of Mal'Ganis. "...very well. Your total comes to 213 gold." He blanched as he noticed Mal'Ganis's frown; but shrugged. "Dragon's hearts aren't exactly easy to come by."

"No," the Nathrezim replied, "...I'd imagine not." He waved his hand and smiled as the chemist sank back into his chair behind the counter, sound asleep. "What's the mortal reply... ah. 'A pleasure doing business with you.'"

He returned to the altar; so far hardly anyone else was around, and if anyone was curious as to why he was brewing a potion outside, no one thought to interrogate the demon about it. It took nearly half an hour; but eventually the Potion of Invisibility was ready. He sniffed it-- careful to waft the fumes up with his hand, of course-- and, satisfied, returned to the Mage Hall, ignoring the burgeoning fights already starting to break out.

---

Mal'Ganis bowed politely to a pair of soldiers in the Academy's main hall. "Please give my regards to Lady Jun."

The older, darker-skinned mortal nodded. "Of course."

Believing that to be sufficient distraction, Mal'Ganis turned right and walked into the entryway of the magicians' complex, and again bowed politely to a young woman just past the door; her robes, slightly frayed and stained with alchemical concoctions and potions; not to mention easily-noticeable split ends in her frizzy blonde hair; marking her as an apprentice, and likely a poor one.

"I apologize for disturbing you, Miss, but I would like to meet some of the magi here." Noticing her blank expression, Mal'Ganis decided to risk taking advantage of her presumed incompetence. "...perhaps a room or chamber with a small number, say; three or four?"

She blinked. "Well... I suppose. You're with the group that Kalten and the others brought in, right? So I guess it's OK. Um... one of the First Mages is supervising two of his apprentices in that--" she pointed out a fairly large laboratory down the hall, third door on the right, "--room. OK?"

The Dreadlord smiled. "Thank you." He walked to the lab and, finding the door ajar; opened it and stepped in.

It seemed a normal enough magical training room; quite a few tables, some chairs, alchemy equipment; racks upon racks of scrolls and books... and the woman was right; there stood an older mage that nearly radiated with magic, and a pair of far-weaker magi, one girl and boy; both in the mid-teens.

The older mage turned, grimacing. "Would you not? I'm rather busy--"

His eyes widened as, without a word, Mal'Ganis closed the door behind him and, at the same time, cast a Sleep spell over the female apprentice. The First Mage rapidly began casting a shield spell to protect himself; Mal'Ganis sneered and projected a Carrion Swarm, which relentlessly ripped apart the other student, who died screaming; and wounded, though barely; the shielded mage.

He struck at Mal'Ganis with a staff that appeared suddenly in his hands, flame erupting from the tip as he swung. The Dreadlord jumped straight up, flipping while he rose so that his hooves struck the ceiling; then twisted again to kick at the mage; letting gravity greatly boost his attack.

The First Mage raised an eyebrow as the hoof hit his face without inflicting any damage at all. "You will be punished for abusing our hospit--"

His words slowly died on his tongue as Mal'Ganis's eyes locked with his. The shield, which he rose to block against magic; had no effect on the Dreadlord's psychic powers. The mage groaned, falling to his knees; in mental agony.

"Why... you...."

Mal'Ganis snapped his fingers, and the mage fell, paralyzed. "...I cannot directly interact with you, nor can I injure beyond repair my fellow candidates for godhood. But, mage... no one said that I couldn't kill you... as long as I didn't touch you."

The three magi-- one dead, one asleep, and one stunned-- were unable to resist Mal'Ganis's Dark Conversion. The Dreadlord, chanting quietly, raised his hands as the light in the room began to dim as darkness took it over. Jagged columns of pure negative energy erupted from the trio as Mal'Ganis completed his spell, and a group of skeletal magi were all that remained when he lowered his hands. Their souls he consumed instantly; learning in a flash all he needed of San'tar, or at least as it concerned the magocracy.

He knew that the other magi, once they were prepared; would doubtlessly be able to stop him in his weakened state. Mal'Ganis created a magical beacon in that room to draw their attention to the new, deadly undead creations, then ordered the skeletons to resist for as long as they could.

Laughing inwardly, Mal'Ganis drank his potion and, unseen, began walking back to the city.


"As you can see, your people are now mine. I will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-19-2003 , 10:42 AM

The Mio Awakura Av

Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Harker Heights, TX, USA

Cue song: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time - Zelda's Lullaby

So, her name is Storm. His name is Shang Tsung. And his name is Ky Kiske. ... What a mess. I oughta rush right in and own those bitches for free.

Why? We're not involved.

I know, I know, but I just gotta UNLEASH! You know what I'm talkin' about!

Banner's right kid. That shit isn't our business and we don't have a damn dime to gain!

AGH, you fruits! I ... I'm gonna go write some poetry.


Storm tossed miniature tornado after miniature tornado, while another fighter watched out of sheer boredom.

"They've been going at it for a while now, haven't they Skye?" Ryudo asked his companion, who happened to be a large bird.

"Yes. It went from interesting to boring in a matter of minutes," replied Skye.

"Dammit. This is God's fault again, AS USUAL." Ryudo spat on the ground; spitting became somewhat commonplace in this arid region. Curious as to whether or not he heard Skye speak, Bruce Banner struck up a conversation with them.

"Hi...excuse me, but, did this bird just...um, talk?"

"You probably come from somewhere where it isn't common place to hear a bird talk, didn't you? ... That fight over there isn't going anywhere. It's depressing to look at it."

"I was thinking the same thing." Bruce said.

Bah, what does THIS guy know?! Fights are fun. ... Damn, I oughta write a poem with that title: "Fights Are Fun."

Hulk cannot read cursive handwriting.

Who said you can read my poem, you dickless wonder?!

You call Hulk dickless?! Scrawny man has no right to call Hulk dickless!

Will you guys knock it off?


"Heh. So what do you think about this 'hero' gig?" Ryudo asked Bruce; Ryudo had an opinion or two about chivalry.

"You mean what we're doing here? ... I'm not sure." Bruce was very appreciative of this hero 'gig' he had been given, actually; he was safe out of the reach of the Secret Conspiracy and NESTS.

"I think it's a joke. Unless, we're getting paid of course."

I like the way this guy thinks.

You would, wouldn't you Gray?


"It'd be great if we can so easily justify selflessness in a cynical age, just like that...wouldn't it?" Bruce asked Ryudo; Ryudo decided to juke the question.

"...the name's Ryudo. Yours?"

Kyo Kusanagi!

Joe Fixit.

HULK!


"Bruce."


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
3rd World Pimp - OGs.

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Nif Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:03 AM

Junior Member

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"Thirsty? You look way too young for this, but I'd wager you might need it just as much as I do...."

The voice from behind the boy frightened him a little. "The sound quality's greatly improved as well." Kite reached forward to increase the volume.

...Where's my console?

The woman asked again. "Hello? Anybody home?" Kite ignored her. "I'm offering the kid a drink, and he starts playing charades..."

Kite began to move his arms in front and to the side of him in search. Usually, his computer was directly in front of him as he played. Right now, it wasn't. Getting desperate in his attempt, he turned around completely and waved his arms straight out. They landed on something, but it wasn't his console. Kite gulped and peeked upward at the woman's face. The woman's eyes...all three of them looked like they were trying to burn a hole into his skull. Kite removed his hands from her breasts and began to search his brain for an apology.

"I uh...well...that is..."

*POW*

The woman had an amazing right hook that sent Kite flying into a wall. The boy coughed and didn't move. "That hurt...It's not supposed to hurt..." He stood up and bowed to the woman in apology.

Before he could speak, the woman gently plopped her bottle on his head. "Looks like you're as lost as the rest of us." She sighed, then continued. "Fine, I'll tell you what I know since you obviously didn't pay attention from the start..."

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1 R vote to Opera for helping Kite a bit through puberty.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:07 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Thrice again to make up nine,
And so I say, that R-vote's mine.

Macbeth, Wayne.


a lonely soul ____________________ moonlit skies
speaker of silence ________________ candlelit town
footsteps in the night _____________ eyes cast in gloom
utter reliance ____________________ a saddened frown

sweet serenity __________________ shielded by innocence
waits to be broken _______________ hidden by beauty
its mouth aghast ________________ the demon sleeps within
a demon hath spoken ____________ destroying naievte

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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Nif Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:11 AM

Junior Member

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

For the record. I'm not sure how much I'll be around today. I have a lot of family stuff to do because of Easter. ^^

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:25 AM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

Hey, you mean that we can't actually get voted off this round?

COOL!

--

Tingle caught the updraft and floated up towards the sky.

"Tingle, tingle, kooloo, limpah," he sang to himself as he made quick sketches of the city. "Become... a MAP!"

The map didn't change.

"BEAUTIFUL!" he exclaimed. "A work of art! I have once again outdone myself! Tingle, you genius! I could probably sell this for fifty Rupees, given the right buyer." Tingle eyed the crowd below him. "And there he goes now." Letting a little air out of his balloon, Tingle floated down to the crowd's level. Or, to be a little more precise, a bit above the crowd. You see, his prospect coustomer was a bit taller than the rest.

"HOY! You, good sir! Am I correct in assuming that you are one of the Fairy folk?"

Mal'Ganis looked surprised at first that a creature such as Tingle would address him so plainly. His eyes glowed darkly as he noted Tingle bobbing comicaly in the air.

"I asked if you were one of the Fairy folk, sir! Because your appearance does not look like that of a human. I was wondering if you were a very ugly fairy, or perhaps a Moblin."

Mal'Ganis lifted his arm and punctured Tingle's balloon with a single claw. Tingle fell, but the demon deftly caught him between his thumb and index finger. He contemplated eating him, but decided that it may disagree with him later.

"I am Mal'Ganis," he said, rather coldly. "I am a demon. Get out of my way. I am busy, and have no time for clowns such as you." With a smooth motion, he slapped Tingle aside, who smacked into the side of a building and ricocheted onto the floor. Mal'Ganis began on his way again, but before long, he noticed Tingle walking along side him.

"Mal'Ganis? That's a rather odd name. How about I call you Mal? That works. And what's a Dee-Man? Are they all as prickly as you are?"

Mal'Ganis-- or Mal, as he now was to Tingle-- bared his fangs. "You are beginning to annoy me, pest. Get out of my sight."

"My, those are some nice teeth. I bet you spend hours simply brushing them in the morning."

Mal really didn't know what to say to this remark.

Tingle inflated his balloon again and floated lazily behind his new demon buddy. Mal'Ganis resumed his route, but Tingle wouldn't leave Mal's side.

"If you don't leave right now, pest, I'll devour your body and soul. Would you like that?"

"But sir, you wouldn't hurt Tingle! Especially not when Tingle's got some goods for you!"

Mal'Ganis paused. "Goods? You mean, you're a merchant?" He was a bit curious. "Well, then, proceed. What do you have to sell?"

Tingle landed on the ground and spun around. "Why, I have... the world's FINEST MAP of... WHEREVER WE ARE!" Tingle held aloft his scribbled piece of paper.

Mal'Ganis picked it up between his fingers and studied it for a second. He then threw it aside. "What is this, a joke?"

"Not a joke, sir! It's a 100% satisfaction-guaranteed Tingle Map! Only fifty rupees, seventy-five Canadian. Oh, but I've got Chu Jelly all over it. Excuse me, sir, let me wipe it off..."

Mal'Ganis looked at the sticky red goo on the map. "Chu Jelly?" he asked with interest.

"Oh, yes, Chu Jelly. Very useful in medicines and other such magical stuff. Of course, I don't use it because I've got fairy power!" Tingle wiggled his ears mysteriously.

"I'll take it," said Mal'Ganis.

"The map?"

"No; the jelly."

Tingle shrugged. "Suit yourself. That would normally be five Rupees, but I'll give it to you for free, Mal-dude. And here, have a Picto Box. It's on the house."

Mal'Ganis picked up his merchandise. "Erm... thank you," he said.

"Pleasure to be of service," replied Tingle, cheerfully. Mal'Ganis began on his way again.

He paused, looking back.

"He's following me..."

--

Using the Special Ability Endure.

Mal'Ganis now has Red Chu Jelly and a Picto Box. I'd give you an R-vote, Wayne, but I'm all out. Sorry.

Tingle: 2 A-votes, 0 R-votes, 0 Specials.

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The Damned Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:35 AM

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Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Arrow About King's Usage

For people who included King in their segments:

Not that I have a problem with your segments, as they're all quite interesting, but I must say that it is a bit of annoying because for people to ignore the number one rule I have set up with King, so I'll reiterate it:

NO ONE KNOWS THAT KING IS A WOMAN!

While this is mostly true, let me include a list of people who DO know:


  • Rydia
  • K'
  • Bruce Banner (from his newly achieved Kyo personality)
  • Samus


And possibly Amythest knows, being the master mage that he is, but that is DEFINITELY it for now.

So, please just adhere to this.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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