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Exeter Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:53 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Action This Day~
Sol Badguy--Album 2, Track 3

As he stepped through the door, Sol couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust in his heart. He went now to end the conflict, to destroy the cause--well, the nearest thing to it, anyway--of the hundred-year war. So why did he feel like he was betraying his fellow Knights?

Shrugging the feeling off as best he could, Sol took one more step before he was spotted.

"Sol...where are you going?"

Kiske.

Damn it.

The boy stepped out from the shadows and into the flickering light of the torch nearest the door. He paused directly in front of the dark-haired man and looked up at him. "We're preparing for the final offensive. Get to the barracks and get ready."

Knowing he couldn't tell him the truth, and that no excuse would be enough, Sol lowered his head slightly and said, "You'd better get out of my way, kid."

"I beg your pardon?" Ky replied, surprised and a touch annoyed. "I said..."

Sol sighed.

The uppercut caught Kiske completely off-guard, cracking the Frenchman's jaw painfully and snapping his neck back. Dazed, he stumbled backward and tried to draw the Thunderseal, but a kick to the stomach sent him reeling.

"Sorry, kid," Sol whispered as the follow-up punch sent the blonde swordsman to the ground.

Stepping over the unconscious youth, Sol considered taking the Thunderseal, but decided against it.

Not like I'll find the other parts before I get there, and he'll probably need it.

"...Commander Ky?"

Sol looked up as the pair of guards appeared from around the hallway, obviously having just returned from a battle, their robes stained with blood and their weapons dull at their sides.

The bounty hunter turned. "This just isn't your day, is it?"

"Sol? What...ugh!"

Shit.

Stepping over the guards, Sol frowned. They'd have a hell of a time in the battle tomorrow. With a final glance back as he pulled the coat over his head and dropped it to the floor, the former Knight silently bade farewell to his comrades.
Then he was gone.

"I'm coming for you, Justice!"


"Because I'd do anything to save those people who I hold dear in my heart....I have the power to make the choice"

Daisetsu's words echoed in Sol's mind, prompting dim memories to surface that he'd only recently managed to bury.

What the man was doing was no different than Sol's abandonment of the Knights. He'd done what he had to, back then, the same as Daisetsu was doing now.

Grudgingly, the bounty hunter admitted to himself that, though he really hadn't cared that much about the knights at the time, he still found himself regretting his actions that day. And ultimately, he'd had their best interests in mind. But for him to sacrifice so many lives so he could ease his own conscious and save many more in the long run, Sol had done the very thing for which he'd condemned Daisetsu.

Sorry, pal, but I was playing God back when we first tested the Gear process.

He'd been making up for that mistake ever since.

"Fine, so he was right," Sol muttered to himself. "He's still a bastard."

Stepping away from the charred wreck they'd made of the clearing, the man set his sights on the city, and, in particular, the dojo in the distance.

Day's still young, yet.

Grinning once again, Sol made his way into town.

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Luna Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:54 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

Damn! Guess tall, dark and now bloody isn't going to be able to help me out here! I'm way out of my league here.... Opera gulped, her three eyes flitting nervously between the fallen Vincent and Rofacale. The latter seemed to be almost smirking at her as it got back up, as though to say "Care to try your luck, little lady?"

Okay....not sure what to do here. I've never been up against anything quite like this before....need to buy time! Opera frantically rummaged in her bag for a battle item, and hurled it at Rofacale, not even knowing what she'd grabbed.

A huge grey rock bounced almost merrily towards the huge Ultima Demon.

Rofacale blinked.

The rock connected.

*BAM*

When it vanished, the demon was sprawled on the floor, having been smashed into the opposite wall. His hideous face looked almost....dizzy. Opera struggled not to laugh.

Well, while it's down, might as well help myself out a bit. Looking down, Opera searched her bag again, and procured a Skanda Compress. She hastily slapped it onto her arm and instantly felt its power surge through her....an increase in speed and agility.

And none too soon, as Rofacale was back on his feet, and looking none too pleased.

"That....was the stupidest attack I've ever been hit with. You will pay for that."

"Pay? Sorry, hon, but you've got nothing I want to buy," Opera taunted, hoping she looked braver than she felt. Her stomach churned painfully, and her mind raced, attempting to figure out something, anything, to do.

"No, indeed. You may have this for free," Rofacale snarled. "Fira!" The last syllable was drowned out by the roaring of intensely hot magical fire materializing around Opera's body.

"Ahhhh!" Opera let out a scream that sounded somewhat like a squished cat as the spell scorched her body. As the flames cleared, she focused on Rofacale's disappointment at not having beaten her yet. A weak grin spread across her sweaty, flushed visage.

"So, you like to play with fire, eh? I can play that trick too....let me show you how it's done!" She flicked a switch on the Kaleidoscope and aimed straight for the Ultima Demon's chest. "Flame Launcher! Oh, it's hot!" Shimmering scarlet energy exploded from the barrel of the rifle, moving faster than Rofacale could. It hit the massive demon dead-on, mercilessly searing its flesh. Its shrieks of rage and pain echoed through the halls of the dojo, and Opera winced as it assaulted her eardrums.

Nobody ever give this thing a record deal. Then again, it hardly sounds any different from some of the "musical groups" that were popular when I left home to find Ern....

"Not dead yet, eh?" Opera inquired.

"You wish," Rofacale growled. "Foolish mortal....your time is short." His muscles tensed, a look of concentration etching his demonic face.

"Like I haven't heard that line before in a billion B-movies," Opera tossed off, trying to keep the fear she felt out of her voice. What the fuck is this thing doing? Looks like he's gearing up for a spell....a big one....oh shit, I really don't have much time! Wait....time....that's IT!

Muttering a prayer to Tria under her breath that this would work, Opera took her eyes reluctantly off Rofacale and rummaged through her bag frantically. After what seemed like forever, she found what she was looking for, her fingers gripping it almost painfully.

Right....this'll either be the key to victory, or a useless attempt to stay my death. Either way, it's now or never. Taking a deep breath, Opera flung the small object with all her might at the massive demon. She watched its flight for what felt like a tense eternity.

And breathed a sigh of immense relief as the Magical Drops had their intended effect. For a few moments, Rofacale was frozen in place.

"Beautiful! Now to make the most of the time I just bought myself!" Opera made a final adjustment to the Kaleidoscope. "Now or never....Hyper Launcher!" She pulled the trigger, and a huge beam of light burst forth from her gun. It forked into multiple rays as it sped towards Rofacale, and each exploded around the demon in brutal succession. When the light from the shockwaves cleared, one very dead Ultima Demon toppled forward, then backwards, then fell forward onto the bloodstained floor of the dojo. The ground shook briefly from the impact; the next sound was of Opera's Kaleidoscope clattering to the floor as she slumped onto her knees.

"Damn....I never did heal after that fire spell, did I?" she panted. "Ugh...." She started to reach into her bag for a blueberry, then remembered about the injured man behind her. "Oh, damn, I hope he's still alive!" Forcing herself back to her feet, Opera ran over and knelt by Vincent's side. A quick check assured her that he was still very much alive, just badly wounded.

"Phew....I can help him still." She fumbled with the Kaleidoscope, her sweaty fingers slipping a bit on the smooth surface of the energy rifle. "Ugh....there....got it." Standing weakly, she pulled the trigger. "Happy hour!" she joked feebly to herself as the power of the Healing Star rained down soothingly on herself and Vincent, restoring them to health. The raven-haired gunslinger remained unconcious, but at least was in better shape for now. Breathing heavily, Opera knelt again, and began to look through her bag one last time.

I could REALLY use some 'tea' now....

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Righty-o, one Ultima demon dead. XD Sorry for the crappiness! ^^;;;

Now....votes.
1 A-Vote to:
AirMan
Allen
Kyosuke

1 R-Vote to Vincent


Go to the light
Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite
Ikutsu no yo ake mo koeteku
Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:57 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Will work on a post when I have the go, but Luna, here you are. Fine job on a fine post. ^^

Alma casts Allay on Opera


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:00 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

"...."

Master, what are thou orders?

"...Orders?"

"Attack or defend...spare or slay...we live for you."

"Mistress, what is your wish? There are too many conflicts that exists for us. One thought, one action is all we require."

"I...I don't understand. I didn't order anything...never willed anything...

"It's like I thought. The balance is lost."

"What do you mean?"

"Mistress Summoner, there is a disturbance."

"Our forces were not able to forsee this threat. We cannot function unless the threat is removed.

"A evil is brewing within the balance."

"It tears us...devours us..."

"Master, thou must have the strength to save thou servants as well as thou self. If not the kingdom is lost.

"What threat?"

"ME!"



Rydia woke up with a start at the sudden voice that invaded her dream. Something was wrong inside, and it scared her more than anything Zeromus could have ever devised.

"Awake, are we?" She reclaimed her bearings and noticed that she was laying down in a middle of a large grove. As she looked around she noticed that Daisetsu was watching her with a small smile, and offered her some water.

"Yes...Thanks." She started chuging away at the water, being all of a sudden really thirsty.

"Thank nothing of it. I would like to know how you achieve that power you had when you jumped in the middle of our fight, though. It would seem like you fed off of my power, but I'm not sure..."

"I...I don't know what you mean." Rydia couldn't recall nothing about the battle between the lord and Sol, and even less about this power she supposedly had. "I remember looking at you two fight, but the next thing I knew I was on the ground."

Daisetsu looked at the confused summoner, and realized that she was telling the truth. He became very interested all of a sudden.

"Hmm. Well whatever it was, it would be dangerous if those powers went unchecked, don't you agree?" Rydia shook her head in agreement as she gave him back the bottle of water. "I brought you here so that I teach you to control those powers...at least I hope I can..."

"Can I ask you something first?"

"Sure."

"Why are we here? And why do you want us to fight for you?" Rydia was sick of the thought of once again having to use her powers to harm and kill living beings again, no matter how much good would be done in the process. If this wasn't a extremely exceptional reason, Ashura herself wouldn't be able to force her to battle. "I don't see why I shouldn't know..."

Daisetsu sighed as closed his eyes softly and motioned Rydia over to a tree stump. The sun peeked through the jungle and beamed on his face as he spoke.

"This might take a while, but I will tell you the important things..."


SRK Battle Poll II:10th place - Edge
SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place - Link


One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too good...

quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama

Not to mention the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.

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Exeter Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:01 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
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Anyone planning on fighting Zalera, feel free to throw Sol in there. Otherwise, I'll post again in a while.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:09 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 2:3

Everything on his body ached - his arms had become stiff from carrying Alma, his legs were sore from running so hard, his chest was caving in with the frantic beats of his heart - but it was the heart that truly inhibited him. Each step he took timed to the pounding in his chest, and thus, each step was torturous. Finally, he could take no more, and collapsed in the middle of the street, gasping for breath. Looking behind him, the dojo was nowhere in sight - but Elmdor could come after him at any minute, regardless.

Shizumaru struggled to stand back up on his feet, though his knees shook violently. Swallowing the sour taste rising up in his throat, he lifted Alma up once again, and began to carry her off once more - even though every part of his body felt like it was on fire - I mustn't stop - Alma-san is in grave danger, and I must -

His body simply could not take another step, and he fell to the ground once again. His eyes welled up with tears, and when he first sobbed, it made him feel as if his body had completely broken because of the pain in his chest.

"Gomen nasai..." he whispered. "I had to get you out of there... gomen nasai..."

"Hello there, sir... what brings two wounded swordsman carrying victims to meet like this?"

Shizumaru looked up - not now... I cannot possibly fight now - - and had to let out a sigh of relief. Certainly, there was no way that the man before him would want to fight in his condition - bleeding and bruised, carrying a man over his shoulder who looked pretty much about the same as he. His hair was a wispy, light blonde, with watery blue eyes, and he was dressed in white and blue robes, carrying a peculiar sword.

The blonde man offered a hand to help Shizumaru back onto his feet, and begrudingly, the young man slowly reached out for it, and grasped tightly as the older man lifted him back off the ground. Shizumaru brushed himself off, and sighed deeply, looking at Alma - he having dropped her when he'd collapsed.

"Arigato gozaimasu," Shizumaru nodded his head, still feeling quite weak to bow. He managed to bring out a smile, but Ky was staring at him in bewilderment - "... nan desu ka?" he blinked.

"You're Japanese, aren't you?" the older man stared at him, wide-eyed, while Shizumaru couldn't figure out for the life of him what he was so intrigued about. "... watch out for yourself."

"I will," Shizumaru nodded again. "Ah... hajimemashite... namae o Hisame Shizumaru..."

"Ky Kiske," the blonde smiled, and knelt down to Alma on the ground, setting the man on his shoulder down. "What happened to the young miss here?"

"Ah..." Shizumaru traced his foot in a circle in the ground a bit shyly. "That... she is unconcious. Well, obviously, but - ah... it is hard to explain... simply that she was in grave danger, and if she had remained where she was, something terrible would've happened to her..."

"I see," Ky frowned - whatever had happened to her, the young man had no desire to speak of it, he could tell. "You think she'll be out for long?"

"I could not say," Shizumaru looked down at Alma, and lowered his eyes sadly. "With any luck, she should not be unconscious for too much longer..."

Both their eyes were on Alma, until she finally groaned and curled on the ground, stirring awake. As she sat up, Shizumaru smiled in relief, and Ky leant back on his heels. "Just the very thing we were wondering - how coincidental," Ky laughed. "You're Alma then, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," she nodded, "but... where am I? The last thing I remember - Shizumaru-san pulled me away from the dojo... and he was running so fast... I guess I just blacked out," she smiled, but the lines of worry were still on her face. She looked up at Shizumaru - "Thank you - "

For the briefest moment, she looked into his eyes, and something suddenly tugged at his heart, and Shizumaru doubled over with pain again, clutching his chest with wide-eyes. Wincing, he steadied himself up again, but Alma looked terrified and avoided his face. Shizumaru glanced back at her -

"Alma-san, that was not your fault, I assure you," he bit his lip, his chest still aching from pain. "Though... we must yet continue further - you are not yet safe out here, and we - ahh..." the pain made him cringe again. "As - as I was saying, we have to - "

"Look at yourself!" she protested. "You're in no condition to be moving around! Can't we stay here for the moment...?"

Anxiously, Shizumaru looked back towards the direction of the dojo, and sighed - it was still nowhere in sight, and as far as he could tell, no one was coming after them. But if Alma-san is exposed any more to Elmdor, then she could become lost within her soul...

Elmdor... what happened to you? You are nothing like the swordsman Tachibana-san would speak so fondly of. How did you ever let yourself be tainted by Zalera so?


Shizumaru sighed, the pain in his chest subsiding momentarily. What to do, what to do...

--

R-vote to Dorrin.

... totally POINTLESS, considering the amount of damage, but... xo


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

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

~ hisame shizumaru, survivor x - oboeru mo ~

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:15 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Voting time extended to 9:30 PM, round ends at 10:00 PM.

As you know, all times are CST.

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:16 PM

Blade of Vengeance

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: That depends, of course, on where I am

What Ex said about putting Sol in the fight with Zalera? Do that with Chipp too, plzkthx ^_^


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Curley W Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:16 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"And now, it's look's like we're in the district of town with all the martial arts dojos." Jason droned on, making his usual documentaries of the round locations. He had already filmed a few fights at the arena, and was trying to film the town's cultural site and landmarks with the digital video camera given to him by the Professor. Jason started reading some of the few signs that were in enlish aloud. "Over there is 'Wang's school of Drunk Fu Boxing', the 'Dojo of the Grand Thwappling'., and..." He stopped for a moment to get a close-up on one particular sign.

"ThirdTwin's Scool of the Raging Hamster Style?" The young man stated, questioning the absurdity of the title. "O~~~~~Kay~. I think that's enough for dojos. These things are starting to get weir-"

Then he heard it. A huge explosion that shook the ground under his feet. Vader, who had assumed his greyhound form from Antiqua, growled northward, his hair standing on end.

"Sound's like someone's really going at it..." Jason commented. "Daisetsu's gonna be pissed..."

"Jason..." Vader growled, his now slender form shaking. "Something really bad is over there. This may sound corny, but it feel's like... evil. Evil incarnate!" Jason eyed his canine friend for a moment, worried about what he said. Dogs by nature had a sixth sense, and Vader was no different. Trying to break his friends tension, the alchemist put his camera away and scratched the dog's right ear playfully. He jerked slightly at feeling Jason's fingers, but calmed down and moved his head slightly for his left ear to get attention.

"You right, that did sound corny." The young man quipped, breaking of his petting to walk in the direction of the explosion.

"Jason!" Vader barked. "Didn't you just hear what I said?!" His master turned around and stared straight into his eyes.

"Look, Vader. Odd's are, whatever just caused that is another abductee like us. Which means we'll be stuck with whatever it is until we get home." Jason explained, his tone surprisingly serious. "If we don't at least look at what did that, we won't have a clue of what we're up against if it comes after us!"

Jason turned back to source of the danger. A cloud of smoke billowing not too far from where the two were. "I'm going. Please come along if you feel up to it." The boy then sprinted down the road towards the dojo.

"...Crap..." Vader cursed before running after Jason.
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Jason and Vader will now be joining the fight against Zalera and Rocafale. How many people is it now? 5? 10?

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Wayne Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:21 PM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Wow... sorry about hardly posting this round. :/ Anyway; Krizak gets the R-vote, to be claimed at any time.

In this entry....

-A brief flashback on one of the two-on-two Doomguard matches (to try to describe them and their style a bit).
-Mal'Ganis makes a delivery while he's watching the matches. How sweet.
-Why did only one Doomguard show up? Could it be because Setsuna was hunting demons earlier, and one of the two felt like taking it personally?

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The souls flowed like the bloodwine Mal'Ganis was sipping on. He had found that it was typical of wealthy, powerful mortals to possess odd habits like drinking expensive beverages while other mortals bled to death at their feet.

It was a practice he could easily adjust to, despite being completely unnecessary. A vampire, it is said; does not usually drink... wine.

The Doomguards have been doing quite well... four souls from their first two matches. Although the second one was uncertain for a time....

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The incessantly annoying human announcer had declared that the Doomguard would be fighting the "Silver Knights," who when they had entered the arena were greeted by louder-than-normal applause. They were locals, apparently; one wore the same religious paraphenelia that Dorrin had; and was presumably from the same order; the other seemed to lack any holy power, but was dangerous enough; actually riding into the arena on his warhorse, and carrying a lance that nearly radiating with magic.

Both teams rushed each other at the same moment. The Paladin, smirking; pronounced an Exorcism at once-- both Mahannarin and Sabane were driven back, their skin smoking, as though boiling from the within; and in unison both roared a challenge; chanting a Dispel and beginning to regenerate once again. Mal'Ganis realized he had been sitting at the edge of his chair; and, nodding, relieved; slid back.

Sabane levelled his flame scimitar at the Paladin, who twirled his mace, accepting the challenge. The Knight-- Tordek, it was-- closed his helmet visor and nodded toward Mahannarin. Thus paired off, all four competitors advanced, more slowly this time; searching out possible weaknesses in their opponents.

Tordek broke and charged at his Doomguard, who, smirking; swung the fiery blade in a wide arc at the knight; who reeled back in his saddle to avoid it. The demon sneered and, with a flick of its wrist, Crippled both horse and rider. Unable to evade it struck, charging forward with ponderous, relentless speed. The knight, using his range; skewered the side of the demon as it charged, and violet blood from the wound began to stain the Doomguard's plate armor and red skin; but the demon brushed aside the lance and stomped hard on the ground, nearly crushing the horse's legs with the impact. Stunned, Tordek couldn't resist as the Doomguard yanked him off his horse, throwing him bodily into the wall of the Coliseum; which shuddered. Applause from the bloodthirsty and jeers from the loyal were defeaning; but both died down when the Knight stood back up.

Sabane had had a much harder time with his enemy. The Paladin, on foot; was much slower, and when the demon called down his Rain of Fire the mortal, named Eberk, could do little more than evade; and scorch marks from the fire scarred his lustrous silver armor. The human recovered and attacked; casting another Exorcism. As Sabane, bellowing in pain; dispelled it again, he struck, hammering at the Doomguard's leg. The demon recovered, slicing downward; but the much-shorter Paladin easily dodged. Using his speed and he struck again and again at the Doomguard; who had taken three before slicing into the Paladin's arm.

Eberk watched, horrified; as two of the bruises on the demon's leg melted away into its normal blood-red color. Eyes widening in realization he had spun to face Mal'Ganis; and his trained eyes could finally see the negative-energy aura around him.

The Dreadlord offered a mocking wave, then pointed to the Paladin's back. He had barely been able to dodged a brutal overhead slash from Sabane; in fact the flames of his scimitar burned away the bottom half of the Paladin's cloak.

The fight continued; though close, due to the mortals' skill; they could not overwhelm their constantly-healing foes. Finally Mahannarin, crushing Tordek's helmet with his massive burning sword, broke the stalemate. The human fell to his knees; and when Eberk attempted to rush over to heal his friend; Sabane Crippled him, knocking him down with another powerful stomp.

The Doomguard had turned to the judge, now in a special row of the stands, as his box had been destroyed earlier by another "holy warrior" named Ky; with his soulless eyes, and waited.

The older mortal was torn, and sweat dotted his brow. He turned to the crowd; which was equally divided, although no less vociferous. The judge looked down, then finally made his decision.

"Spare them!" The thumbs-up.

Both demons then turned to Mal'Ganis.

Kill them. The thumbs-down from their demon lord.

Both scimitars sliced through air and bone at the same moment. The decapitated knights' bodies burned into ash; the fate of those slain by the soul-stealing powers of a demon. Mal'Ganis grinned and used his Soul Preservation on their spirits, then rose to applaud.

---

"Excuse me, boy." Mal'Ganis said to a young man, who worked at the arena; delivering various items to the well-to-do spectators, who were too lazy to pick them up themselves or have their own servants manage it.

"Y-yes, um, Sir..." he replied; cowed by the sinister demon's appearance. "W-what can I d-do for you?"

Mal'Ganis pressed a bag of gold coins into this hand, taking care not to cut him with his claws. "I would like you to go to the Clover-Way florist shop. Buy two of the most expensive bouquets this money will afford you, and deliver them to Lady Jun-- you know of her, correct?" When the mortal child nodded, slowly grinning in response to this odd order, Mal'Ganis added, "...and the other to a girl named 'Altima,' in care of another girl named Alma Beoulve. According to my calculations she should be at the Oujin Dojo. ...oh, and boy?" He nodded again, and was already writing down the bizarre instructions. "...ensure that Altima's bouqet has a few 'moonlight teardrops' in it."

"B-but Sir, nobody orders those. They're flowers that demons-- oh."

Mal'Ganis nodded.

"R-right, Sir. That'll take a while...."

The Dreadlord smiled. "Talk all the time you need. I will give you a bonus if you return within the hour."

That was sufficient incentive; and the boy nearly ran off to fulfill the order, knowing, no doubt; that anyone who would drop two hundred gold coins to buy flowers was eccentric and wealthy enough to offer a very good tip.

Satisfied, the demon turned to watch the match again-- then suddenly stopped as he received a mental demand from Mahannarin.

Master Mal'Ganis, I have cornered Setsuna, the one who was hunting demons earlier. Shall I attack him?

Need you even ask?

Your will be done, Master.
The mindlink broke; but Mal'Ganis, still concentrating on his proxy, could sense that Mahannarin had attacked with surprise; Crippling Setsuna and wounding him with a Rain of Fire before the powerful swordsman could react.

In a fair battle, victory would doubtlessly go to Setsuna. ...of course, demons, like he; are not generally accustoming to fighting fair. Mahannarin will lose no matter what he does, but Setsuna will be injured... and that should not be difficult to capitalize on.

The Nathrezim shook his head. He had hoped the next battle, as the Doomguard team was now effectively halved; would be an easy one.

"Making their way to the Arena from the west side, at a combined weight of three hundred, forty-seven pounds... Shang Tsung and Kiiiiiing!"

...well. Now this can't be good.

"Making their way to the Arena, from the north side, weighing in at a mind-boggling combined weight of one thousand, eighteen hundred and seventy-six pounds, the Doom Guard!"

Sabane alone should be enough to stop a wounded mortal sorcerer and this ma-- ha, ha.

Distraction, Mal'Ganis knew; was very important to duels such as this. As the trio in the arena eyed each other warily; the Dreadlord sent a telepathic message to 'King.'

That's a very good disguise, my dear. I hope you can maintain it against my Doomguard. You'll have to do quite well at dodging his fiery attacks... you would not want anything important to burn away, would you?

He laughed inwardly as King, stunned, starting looking around the arena; but she had never met Mal'Ganis, nor knew of his powers; and after a few tense seconds shook her head and began to focus on the imposing sight of the massive spellcasting demon.

Shang Tsung glanced toward the Dreadlord, and Mal'Ganis shrugged. You should be able to win this, Sorcerer. Although you might not want to take Sabane lightly... especially in your wounded condition. Oh... and since he is merely here as a guest... you won't be able to take his soul. I apologize.

---

A-vote to Setsuna.
A-vote to Kite.

A-vote to Allen Sanyder.
A-vote to Kyosuke.
A-vote to Kuma.
A-vote to Air Man.

R-vote to Alma Beoulve.

R-vote to Jun.
R-vote to Shang Tsung.
R-vote Vincent.
(These last three are tentative on my getting any R-vote requests.)

I'll try not to vote dump in the future. Time constraints; what a pain....

Mahannarin the Doomguard is attacking Setsuna and possibly anyone else backstage. The demon can't "win," of course, but he's more than good enough to hurt him a bit.


"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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Dry31 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:27 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Within the shadows of the battlefield, an even blacker shadow begins to form...within moments, the form of Testament has resolved itself. Zio hovers overhead as Testament strides forward, searching for the source of the strange emanation...and finds it. A fair distance away, from within some sort of somewhat damaged building a strange emanation seems to radiate... a twisted cyclone of cold and darkness, plain to sense for one with the proper talent. The Gear watches motionlessly from his position...

"An interesting being, whatever it is that has such an aura about it."

Zio morphs to her humanoid form, floating in the air above Testament on the handle of her scythe, like a witch riding a broomstick.

"What are you going to do, Testament-sama?"

"...nothing, yet. This being could present an interesting challenge, should I fight against it. It would be better to wait...that way I will know more about what I'll be facing should the need to fight arise."

Testament says nothing more, only turning his eyes to the fight. Zio, after looking at Testament for a moment, does the same.

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Velious Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:37 PM

Mukki

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Wherever there are hot and sweaty men...

And now, a post, from CIRRUS! (Oh, you all KNOW you miss me )
~~~~~~

The wind blew softly over the oft traveled plains outside of Midgar. Flowers were in bloom, yellows, blues, greens (Yeah, Midgar has green flowers. Deal with it). A single petal was caught in the wind, blowing from the verdant fields, lofting slowly to the oldest place in Midgar, where the original seeds for all this greenery had come from, the old church. It was a rustic building, beginning to collapse, which, at one point, was the only source of life within the city of Midgar, and arguably where the real quest that lead to the ressurection of the city had started. A spiky haired blonde man stood in the front of this church, his friends and loved ones: Tifa, Zack, and Aeris, reflected in his mako green eyes, content with everything for the first time he could remember, as a single shimmering tear slid down his cheek.

But this story has nothing to do with him.

No, this story involves a great evil. One so vast, so dark, that he sees all, knows all, and most importantly...Wonks all.

Yes, this is the story of a man, and his thong. A lonely man, a tired man, a homosexual man. A man who will always know where you are, because no matter how far you run, or how well executed your disguise......You will always learn the same lesson. One that has been taught to Elves, blue hedgehogs, Norse gods, Krizaks, and all others who have gone up against him... You cannot hide from Mukki.

Yes, gather 'round children, because wherever there are well toned male bodies, pulsing and grinding, sweating up a storm, clashing, fighting, laughing...There will be Mukki...And this, is his story.....

***

"Guess who's back? Back again...Mukki's back! Wonk a friend! Yeah! Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back....I can't remember any more of the words....dammit"

A lone man appeared in a dark alley. He understood where he was, and what had happened. He had been called upon once again. For what reason, he really wasn't sure. Everyone in these tournaments always seemed to have super powers of some kind, he was just a very horny homosexual man....But He wasn't about to complain. Mukki grinned, and stepped out of the alley, onto the main street...and into the carnage, changing his tune slightly as he walked.

"Wonk me up inside! Wonk me up inside! Call my name and say you want a wonk! ....."

******

That's right folks, Mukki's back, and he'll be sidekicking, for better or worse, throughout the rest of the tourney. I conned Kyo into it, so its all legit and stuff, too . Welcome...To the next level.

Oh, and any of you not privy to Mukki....Ask Kyo, or one of the rest of the RI group. I'm sure they'll fill you in

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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:44 PM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Exclamation

Adol and Alec emerged from the jungle-like terrain into an open field with a hot spring in the middle. They overheard another pair emerging from the surrounding terrain.

"Y'know, Vader. I saw in a game once these two horny shits spinning around and making you play there sick twisted minigames. Especially the first one. That sucked. But you could ***z the shit out of the couple by bombing and shooting them."

The pair, a boy and a shape-shifting dog, revealed themselves. The former gasped upon the site of Adol and Alec.

"A challenger!" exclaimed the boy, "I must defend my honor; the honor," he pulled out a bone being held by his belt and held it up, "...of THE BONE!" The bone glared in the sunlight.

"Thguof-drah eb lliw elttab siht. Enob eht fo rewop eht sdleiw ohw eh si ti," Alec announced.

And so the boy leapt at Adol and the duel began. It was a bout of spinning slashing and blocking either by Adol's shield or the Holy Power of the Bone.

Additionally, Alec was facing off against Vader the dog. Vader rushed him once and he jumped to avoid it. He charged again from the opposite side. Alec replied to it by flipping as the dog came, vaulting him into the direction of the Boy with the Bone, sending the two flying back into the jungle.

Alec sighed a relief. "Dab ew!" he shouted.

Suddenly a slice heard and a tree near the open came crashing down with an angry bone boy emerging from the dust it created.

"You have done well to get this far...but now...you will die," said he as he began to charge his bone. Adol saw his chanced and rushed in to ***z.

(*Shining Finger starts to play in the background*)

The ph33r could soon be seen in the boy's eyes. "It takes too fucking long to charge!" he angrily yelled, as Adol ***zed him. "Aaaaah! The ***zage!" the boy yelped.

A-VOTES TO...

JASON
VICE/MATURE
STORM

R-VOTES TO (NO TRIVIA TODAY)...
OPERA
BRUCE BANNER


"So that's how you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII

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Ryudo Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:49 PM

ph33r :O~

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: New Jersey~

Meh, I really don't want to get involved in the action yet. Maybe next round...

But for now, VOTE DUMP~ (Note, I'm only R-voting as I don't think I'm in any position to a-vote anyone...yet >:})

~R-Votes~

Opera
Shizumaru


There are 10 types of people in this world: those who know Binary and those who don't.

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Baka Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:07 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

http://ggx.sprite-central.net/kywin21.gif

Just a little something


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

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

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The Damned Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:08 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Damn you, my doctor. You had to become my [expletive] consuelor because of my [expletive] cynicism and "depression". Now I'm 2 [expletive] hours and 30 minutes late. [expletive] [expletive]! Oh well, I guess vote dumping is in order. Also, considering that I have to catch up while watching Yu-yu Hakusho, I doubt I'll be able to post another [expletive] section thanks to that [expletive] doctor of mine.

A-Vote to Allen Synder.
A-Vote to Kyosuke.
A-Vote to Kite (what happened here?).

R-Vote to Jun.
R-Vote to Shang Tsung (Needed a teammate).

Vanish used.


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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Exeter Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:10 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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Just another little something.

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Velious Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:18 PM

Mukki

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Wherever there are hot and sweaty men...

http://www.ffcompendium.com/misc/cloudmukki.jpg

Just another another little something

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Dry31 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:18 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

http://ggx.sprite-central.net/testwin1.gif

Funny.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:22 PM

K' -- KOF

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?

::BLAH:: Assume the post is before Luna's. I read out of order and screwed myself up ^^;; ::sighs:: wasn't even finished yet :P

K' ambled around the Oujin Brotherhood Dojo. He realized he had been there for quite some time and that somewhere along the way he had lost his way through the maze of hallways and entrances that the dojo was comprised of. Of course, he had lost track of Mint too since he had not paid any attention to where he was going. He stepped into another room and sighed. Each room he entered seemed exactly the same, K' didn't know where he was and was tired of sauntering around the dojo. "I'm probably walking around in god damn circles. How the hell do people learn to get around this building." K' said out loud as if there was another person beside him.

Riled up with frustration he slammed his fist against the wall creating a circular delve. He went into the adjoined room and found himself in a chamber with a large, rectangular table placed in the center. There was tea and several cups. 'Why not? It's not like I have anything better to do in this place.' K' thought to himself.

He sat down and started to pour a cup for himself when a crushing wave of momentous force knocked him down. K' heard a distant inhuman scream. K' stood up aggravated. "First wine, now god damn tea..." he said to himself half sarcastically; K' was more fixated on the "thing" that had caused the impact.

The roar was distinct, K' could tell the howl originated from a demon. The creature was something similiar, if not more massive, to the Apanda he had run into when he first entered the dojo. That had been several hours ago. K' left the room hastily and removed his jacket at the same time. He swung the jacket around his waist and tied the sleeves together. He continued to expedite towards where the cold blooded screech had instigated. 'God damn fucking maze...'

K' stopped in his tracks and heard another roar; this time it was louder--He was close to where the demon was. So close he could feel the surge of the screech. K' walked further down the long, narrow hallway he had reached only a few minutes before. The amount of wreckage and damage increased as he advanced down the corridor through several doorways and entrances. It was another indication he was in the vicinity of where the reverberating bellow had been set off. K' hurried his pace and soon broke into an all out sprint. He stopped abruptly and faced a mass of stone, wood, and debri that was obstructing his path. Raising his right hand several inches away from his neck, he curled his fingers slightly. A small flare formed on his palm and gradually grew larger engulfing his gloved hand until it was bursting with flames. K' thrust his fist forward aiming for the massive pile of wreckage and released a heat drive. It torpedoed through the wreckage with an earth shattering detonation. Mounds of dust rose in the air and once it settled K' took a step back. What faced him was one massively enormous demon glaring down at him. Blood, mixed with thick saliva, was pouring out from its mouth. Scattered about the room were several other people. K' took a quick glance and recognized only one person--Mint. Others were tending to their wounds or helping those who had been injured. K' eyed the demon again. "God, you're fucking ugly you know that?"

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Kellios Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:28 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

“Why are you breathing so hard?”

I shifted my head in her lap and muffled into the sheets, “Huh?”

“You’re breathing hard.” I could hear her smile and she played gently with my short hair, running her slender fingers through my head. I purred contently, and I shifted my head again to lay on her stomach, sheet separating her skin from mine.

“I’m fine.” I said and moved closer to her, wrapping a bare arm around her waist and her stomach rumbled quickly with a giggle. She continued running her fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes, leaning into her and feeling at once truly relaxed.

It was in the dead of night, nothing lit the room but the torches from outside, lending their light through the window of her room. The Nibelheim moon was sadly not out tonight.

“Did you say something?” She asked, pausing a moment with her light massage to my scalp.

I lifted my head and turned it to face her. Her light brown hair fell messily on her face, and it only made her look more beautiful. Her eyes glowed… something that wasn’t happening two weeks ago and let were happening now. Both she and I knew what it was coming from, but the two of us didn’t bring it up. I knew it hurt her. I knew this “trip” to Nibelheim was nothing she had ever imagined.

“Nothing…” I smiled fondly at her and reached up with my right hand to touch her face. She leaned her cheek into my touch, closing her eyes with a sweet smile, “I think you’re hearing things.”

She caught my joke, and the smile grew into more of a mischievous one, “My ears are still ringing from a couple hours ago, you know.”

“Want me to fix that?” I sat up and let the sheet fall off of me, and I brought my lips to her ear, and blew gently into it.

She giggled again, and I could feel the hair standing on her skin, goosebumps starting to form. I smiled, and blew a little harder into her ear, before finally stopping and placing my chin on her shoulder. She gracefully placed her arms around my shoulders and the two of us stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the touch of bare skin.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her, knowing it was in the back of her mind, and the back of my own as well.

“I feel… strange,” She began, and let her arms drop off to the side. Sensing her need to let go, I moved back on the bed and looked at her directly in her eyes. They glowed stronger, and I searched them for any sign of what she was feeling, “I really do not know how I feel.”

I kept watching her, and picked up one of her hands, carefully massaging it between mine, “Do you feel sick at all?”

“No.”

I placed her left hand gently to her side and picked up her right one, repeating the process, “That is a start. Were you feeling like this before?”

“A little…” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back into the headboard of the bed. I leaned back and put my weight on my right hand, still slowly massaging her hand in mine. I did not bother to think of anything to say; it seemed unnecessary.

It was our last night together.


-*-*-*-*

Ah… what did you see in her, Valentine? The way her hair fell on her shoulders? The way her eyes pleaded for yours? The way she looked at you before she looked that way at Hojo? Or was she just good in bed?



Come on, Valentine. There has to be a reason.

I’m not up for games, Chaos.

But I am. Tell me, why did you not shoot Hojo the first time you saw him with her? Take her back to yourself, run off to Midgar, get married… tell me, Vincent Valentine, why did you not protect the woman you love?

…If she was happy, then… I didn’t mind.

Of course you minded! The woman that stroked you’re hair, the woman that shared a same passion as you, the woman that you fucked was with another, and both you and she knew there was no love with the other.



That rock in your chest just sits there, waiting for someone to come along, mine it, and make it into a diamond. Tell me, Valentine, how close did she get to you? Or did she just dirty it more?

…Chaos…

There is not a thing you can do to prevent it, Valentine. She suffered. She suffered through thr birth of Hojo’s child. Not your child, Valentine, Hojo’s. She endured great pain. She wanted to die, Valentine, she wanted to die. Because you would not go and get her back. Because she loves you, she wants to die.

…Stop it, Chaos, you’re trying to take control….

And you lied to her. You got shot, never to awaken for thirty years, never to see her suffer in labor. What are you, Valentine? A coward? Run with your tail in-between your legs, pretend what happened never did happen. Stay asleep long enough? Maybe you could sleep away the pain? C’mon, Valentine! Give it up.

… Chaos, I am going to make sure you are dead by the end of this tournament.

I’m awaiting it.

-*-*-*

NOTE: Vinny is still unconscious. Incase anyone cared

Using Repitition on Dorrin


As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love. I will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.

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Slipstream Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:34 PM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Yuri Hyuga III - Chucking In The Bushes

The first thing Yuri noticed on waking, long before opening his eyes, was the rocking motion beneath his chest as his body hung over something in motion. Moments later, as his ears started working again, he heard low voices; Ky's voice, the man who he'd been fighting, still with an edge of pain from their recent battle. Another voice, unmistakably Japanese, a much younger tone from a short distance away.

The second thing was that he could no longer hear the sounds of the arena. Obviously he'd lost; not that he was in it to win, for the mindless adulation of the crowd, but it hurt like hell to admit defeat. Instead he heard the background sounds of the city; the noise of battle in the distance, but that was nothing he wasn't used to. Now he could feel the heat from what was beneath him; he was being carried by someone.

The third thing was that he really felt like throwing up.

"Aaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh..." Yuri groaned, a long growl of pain, and the rocking motion suddenly stopped as the man carrying him came to a swift halt. As his eyes flickered open he saw a glimpse of open courtyard before his vision dropped; the man carrying him had dropped to one knee and was slowly lifting Yuri's weight off his shoulders. As his boots touched the cobblestones he saw his errant guardian, who'd been supporting his weight despite his own injuries. Injuries that, for the most part, he'd inflicted.

"Uuuuuuuaaaaahhh... Ky?" he muttered, still groggy and feeling lousy as hell. "You... why'd you save me? I wasn't holdin' back or anything..."

The holy knight looked at him wearily, blonde hair shaking in the wind as he leant on his sword. Carrying Yuri's weight with his own weariness had almost done for him, but it was his path to put others before himself. "You made a mistake, that was all," Ky replied. "No man deserves death for such a thing, and it was not my place to grant it."

"Beautiful... just beautiful..." Yuri managed, staring in disbelief at the holy knight, then a spasm of pain crossed his face as his stomach erupted. Looking around for something where he could offload - a basin, a bin, anything! - the Russian saw two others looking at him while being too polite to stare.

The Japanese boy he'd heard earlier, his red hair blowing over large eyes full of concern, and a young girl whose expression tugged at his memories. He'd seen that look on Alice's face too many times before, that drive to put all others before themselves, no matter what damn fool trouble it got her into and he'd have to jump in to help out -

His stomach redoubled its efforts, throwing all attempts at introspection to the winds. Yuri blanched, clutching at his chest, and as the girl started to ask, "A-are you all right?" it was already too late to stop.

"'Scuse me, 'scuse me!" he somehow managed, throwing himself past them and heading straight for the nearby bushes. The sounds that followed weren't particularly delicate as the Harmonixer emptied his stomach into the local soil. The silence behind him was almost palatable as he slowly rose, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and morbidly examining the mess. Had he really eaten that thing in the desert town?

The girl looked at him, as concerned as she'd seemed before, and Yuri redoubled her opinion of her. If she attracted as much trouble as Alice did, and had the same potential, she was in for one heck of a ride. Attractive, too - a little young for his tastes, and he'd never been interested in relationships, but he knew what he liked. That smile, those clothes, that body which they covered without hiding its promise -

"A-hem," Ky coughed politely, drawing Yuri's attention to what he was doing. Yuri grinned shamelessly at the holy knight; the girl didn't seem to have noticed in her concern for his well-being, although a look of horror was beginning to cross the samurai's face. "You are better now, I hope? Only we need to continue moving, for our safety."

"Whoa there, holy boy," Yuri replieds slowly, still trying to get his bearings. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends first? Anyways," he continued, noticing the injuries and general state of exhaustion that all of them carried, "shouldn't we try to recover a bit first?"

The Japanese boy held up one hand, the other holding some kind of weird parasol - which was strange enough, because it didn't seem like it was going to rain and only an idiot would use something like that as a weapon. "H-hajimemashite... namae o Hisame Shizumaru..."

Yuri wracked his brains for his minimal Japanese, and got it completely wrong. "You're carrying an parasol because it's going to rain blood? Ick, messy. Makes sense, I guess, but isn't that kind of a reason to get inside somewhere?"

The boy blushed, stammering out an apology - (for what? I'm the one that goofed... I think) - then repeated himself. "Nice to m-meet you... I am Hisame Shizumaru. We would rest, but Alma-san cannot heal at the moment and I cannot."

"Hmmm..." Yuri murmured, turning to the girl and failing to fight down his growing interests. "You'd be Alma, then? Figures you're a healer - something in the face, I think? Something that says to the world, "Let's be happy and help each other!" Heh, I know someone just like ya..."

Alma's expression wavered somewhere between her former concern and mild bemusement, with a slight twist of disgust that she was trying to fight down. "I am Alma Beoulve... it is nice to meet you, whoever you are." I think. "But I cannot heal at the moment, not until my strength recovers enough for my white magic..."

Yuri nodded, then realised he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Yuri Hyuga. I'm a monster hunter most of the time, save the times when a damned voice in my head tells me to do stuff. And I think I can do something about healing, y'know?"

Ky, watching him for any signs of aggression like before, had to start at this. "Healing? You? Does that mean taking the form of another demon?" His hand rested on the hilt of the Thunderseal, ready to move if he called on another demon and it went out of control...

The Harmonixer nodded. "Sure thing - the one I fought you with isn't the only soul I've got rattling 'round in my skull. Oh, and don't worry," he commented to the others, who didn't know what he meant but had drawn back at the mention of a demon, "I know what I'm doing with this thing."

Probably.

Yuri concentrated, bracing his feet, then as the Fusion flooded into his mind he brought hands up to his temples and roared a cry of pain. Alma started, another question of aid springing to her lips, Shizumaru's expression showing much the same, then both let out a gasp and covered their eyes as the bright light burst from Yuri's body.

It cleared to show the floating form of the Heaven's Fiend, the most benign of the souls that haunted the Russian, but still no less deadly given the chance to take over. And weakened from the battle as he was, he had enough strength to fight off its presence while he called on the Fiend's abilities. Pressing its long white hands together, angelic wings beating in symphony with the beats of the long tail against the floor, Yuri looked inwards and outwards.

The cleansing light washed over all of them; Ky and Shizumaru straightening as it healed the most serious of their wounds, Alma's eyes brightening as it restored some of her inner strength. Yuri, too, felt the wounds heal that had even transfered to the Fiend's body before the light died. He would have tried another heal but he lacked the strength, still weak from the battle, so he had no reason to remain in this form.

The Fiend brought its hands back to its temples, letting out a bell-like tone of pain, the light burst from his body once more and Yuri's booted feet hit the floor after hovering in midair. He could still feel the healing that had been granted to the Fiend's body, noting the lessening of his pain, and he grinned in triumph as the others showed similar signs of recovery.

"Now..." Yuri commented, relishing in the attention the others were giving him, "we're all feeling better now. So if something's after us, how about we get the hells out of here?"

---

Hokay, vote dumping time. R-Votes to Alma, Shizumaru and Sol.

A-Votes to Kite, Kuma, Airman, Kalten, Jun and Dorrin.


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

You could never understand me.

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Larrok Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:52 PM

Junior Member

Registered: Apr 2003
Location:

Max, having won yet another fight in the arena, notices a large battle occuring in the distance. Interested in why people would be fighting in the middle of a bunch of buildings when there was a perfectly good arena right nearby, Max heads over, and on his way there, finds a group of four people.

'Hey, anyone know what's going on over there?' Max asks, pointing in the direction of the dojo.

'A silver-haired man came and attacked me and my companion here, saying something like 'the blood of six must fall,' or something.' A somewhat thin man explains to him, 'he then summoned some demons and attacked, I barely managed to get away.'

'Sounds like I came in the nick of time! It looks like you need the strength of someone like me! Ha ha ha ha!' Max says, once again flexing his large muscles.

'Oh! Gomennasai! I haven't even introduced myself! Hajimemashite, namae wa Hisame Shizumaru.' The short man introduces himself.

'Alma Beoulve, pleased to meet you.' A young girl says.

'I am Ky Kiske, of the Order of Holy Knights.' A tall, blonde haired man says.

'Yuri Hyuga.' The fourth person states.

'I'm Max, leader of the Shileska Empire.'

'Alright, so how about getting the hell away from whatever's chasing us now?' Yuri asks no-one in particular.

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First of all, say something if I portrayed your character too badly here , the only ones I know are Ky and Alma.

Okay, time to get rid of a few votes-

1 A-vote to
Kite
Dorrin
Daisetsu
Kalten
Airman
Rogue

1 R-vote to
Jun
Alma
Shizumaru


Using Repetition on Kuma

EDIT: Added in my last 2 A-votes and ability

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:07 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Baka, TT, and Slipstream are all FOCUSed for the next round, by request.

Voting for this round ends in 26 minutes.

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Curley W Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:23 PM

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Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

crap. doesn't look like I'll finish writing anything before the round ends, so here are my votes.

1 R-Vote to Opera Vectra(Luna)!

Using Lord Kalten's special ability Scattered Fire on Allen Snyder and Kyosuke!

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:33 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Voting is closed.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:40 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: Chrono Cross - Dream's Creation

This painting is different, and at first looks easily shocking...but you'll need to fully understand the artist before you make a statement like that. The triangle that is a staple of balance appears here, in the form of the scarred girl's face, which takes up the entire bottom left side of the piece; then, you'll see a pair of foreign soldiers with bloody spears, aim their sights at the girl's back, and her side. The three pieces to the puzzle.

This is inevitability.

But this is a very fine, sharp painting, with bright colors, and not even a bit of shadow applied. It almost resembles modern pixel art, but still attains realism in the characters' eyes. Because it's obvious that the mood of dispair and gloom is no where to be seen here, I believe that this is a contradicting message.

There are a few ways I can choose to look at this.

One, I can accept this to be a piece of art where what we expect of mood expression, like dark colors, does not apply to real life, and that true evil, sadness, and despair can occur no matter the clarity of the sky.

Two, I can instead choose to view the piece from the perspective of narrative over style, and that the painting indeed shows that hope lies for this apparently doomed child.

Or, three, I can interpret this as impressionism; that this obvious challenge to storytelling represents the freedom of an artist to ignore contradictions, and rely only on the composition as the truth.

Knowing nothing of this artist, or of this war, of a people I never knew existed, I can say nothing, and know nothing, but the feelings I extract from art.


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

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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San_Draco Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:43 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Sabane is defeated by Shang Tsung and King...

Shang Tsung glanced over at King, who seemed to be distracted at... something. Unconciously, the man's hand brushed through his hair, and he straightened his gloves. Shang Tsung looked first at him, then at the demon, and shrugged.

Surely he can't be getting psyched out by a mere demon. Though, granted, the demon is over nine feet tall and weighs nine hundred pounds... And has a firey scimitar... and powerful spells... Now that I think about it, I can see why a mortal would be scared of such a demon.

The sorcerer smiled slightly, then moved to King's side. "We have the advantage. If you want me to engage in melee combat while you attack from a further range, then we shall do so."

Needless to say, this irked King a bit. "I don't need to rely on you, sorcerer. You stand back and help me as best you can. Just try to get in some good moves, if you would." The man straightened his gloves, and stretched his legs.

Shang Tsung smiled. "Good enough. My style is better-suited for projectile attacks, anyway." And that means that you'll soak up the damage. And if you should die...

Then I would get the soul.


The sorcerer gritted his teeth. Mal'Ganis, the souls of warriors are mine by right. You may have the greater bulk of them, but I rely on quality, not quantity. Do you understand?

Clearly, sorcerer, but you may want to dodge.


The Oriental man's eyes widened, and he barely managed to sidestep Sabane's swipe. King assumed a stance which Shang Tsung identified as Muay Thai kickboxing. And, whether through confidence or stupidity, the man dashed towards Sabane, jumping into the air and lashing out with a right kick.

The demon, needless to say, was less than impressed. It nearly shrugged off the blow, and swiped again. The fires of its scimitar scorched King's outfit, and the man backpedalled. Just in time to avoid a fireball, which smashed into the demon, and knocked it back.

King twisted his body around, and spinkicked. A wave of bluish energy shot from his leg, and hit the demon again. Sabane was starting to get slightly annoyed at this, and closed its eyes. With a wave of its sword, a rain of meteors starting pelting the ground around Shang Tsung and King. They both managed to dodge, though the meteors definately left a mark.

King raised his leg, and glided along the ground. The doom guard didn't bother with a defense this time, and absorbed the blow. Though it was still staggered by the furious Mirage Kick.

Shang Tsung took this opportunity to use another fireball, again hitting the demon. Sabane was getting quite annoyed at this. He closed his eyes, and waved his hand. King's muscles suddenly started seizing up, as though he had been crippled.

Shang Tsung noticed this, and began sneaking behind the demon. As he expected, the Doom Guard focused on King, slashing at a speed that the crippled man couldn't hope to contest.

That is, until Shang Tsung 'borrowed' a bit of the demon's soul. Instantly, the nine-foot-tall behemoth stomped on the ground, stunning both of his opponents. He switched targets to the sorcerer, hitting Shang Tsung with his scimitar. The man went flying, and hit the wall. Seeing this, King gathered his energy for another attack.

He dashed toward the demon, and as the gigantic beast turned, King backflipped. The demon sneered, then stopped as he saw a trail of energy extend from the kick. The demon's frame froze, then was pummeled in a flurry of kicks. Strangely enough, its face was that of amusement, not of shock or anxiety.

So, Shang Tsung decided to take advantage of the situation, and he used his soul stealing during the fury of blows. Unsurprisingly, it was King that was hit by it, and his stream of attacks slowed down.

"What was that for?"

Shang Tsung smiled. "I'm sorry, I thought that I had a clear line of attack to the demon. My mistake." With that, he charged in, and pummeled the demon with his famed three kick, three punch, impale combo. Sabane reeled back.

The judge smiled, and bellowed, "Finish him!"

Shang Tsung's teeth started gnashing. That's MY line...

So, he sliced off the demon's head, and the body faded away. The announcer was quite happy. "Here's your winners... King, and Shang Tsung!"

The Arena was quiet for a moment, then burst in wild applause. If, for no other reason, than the fact that the two-versus-two competitions would now be fair.

Shang Tsung, as he walked out of the Arena, turned to King. "Shall we get something to eat?" The man nodded, and they went to the Arena's built-in dining area.

King ordered roast boar and montecello wine. Shang Tsung, feeling more for seafood, chose king crab and champagne. The traditional meal of victors in Mortal Kombat.

The two enjoyed the meal by quite a bit, and Shang Tsung offered a toast. "To victory, and the rewards thereof." Namely, your soul and those of every battered, bloody carcass that I can take! He offered a smile.

Until the fortune cookie came. "You have grown up by eating the yellow apple without anyone noticing it."

Shang Tsung's eyebrows started twitching, and he applied his napkin to the upper-left hand corner of his face. "Where are these things coming from?"

King looked at it, and smiled. "It sounds like you've got an admirer. Good luck, Tsung-sama." The sorcerer looked at the fortune cookie again, and sighed. I think I need a nice vacation.

White sands, good wine, plenty of souls... But that's not going to happen, now is it?
Shang Tsung sighed again.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:46 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Master List

||Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (98 EXP - Level 2!)

Sponsors
xxBowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super Heroes)(13)
|||Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of Fighters)(26)
xxDry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)(8)
xxSlipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)(20)
xxExeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear)(14)
ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV)(7)
|||||||||||||||colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter EX)
Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi 2)(10)

Sidekicks
m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street Fighter Alpha)
Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II)
Anoat - Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)

||Kalten --- The Blue Dragon (76 EXP)

Sponsors
|Curley W - Jason Soe w/ Vader(9)
xxxxxLuna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second Story)(4)
Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters)(10)
S-Chicken Boner - Adol Christian(Y's)(5)
xxxxxBaka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)(26)
xxSan Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat)(12)
||||||||||||||||||Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools)
xxxxxJust Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash Bros.)(10)

Sidekicks
Magus - Blanka(Street Fighter)
Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash Bros.)

|Jun --- The Green Dragon (90 EXP - Level 2!)

Sponsors
xThe Damned - King(The King of Fighters) arena(18)
xWayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)(13)
||||||||||||||||||Nif - Kite(.hack//infection)(1)
Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)(28)
xxxKellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)(4)
||eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom)(12)
|||||||||||||||||||Simplistic Hero - Kuma(Tekken)
||||||Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)(14)

Sidekicks
Psycho Power J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick

||||||Dorrin --- The White Tiger (57 EXP)

Sponsors
Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)(7)
xxxxxxRenmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy Tactics)(14)
xxxxxxxxCarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai Shodown)(7)
xMageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona)(8)
|||||||||||||||||||||||pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles)
||||||||||||||||Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street Fighter)
|Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)(13)
xxKrizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)(13)

Give a hearty farewell to Rogue, Air Man, Kuma, Kite, Kyosuke, Allen Snyder, Max, Vice, and Mature, for they have recieved too much punishment from their peers and have fallen behind on the path to godhood permanently. Their characters will still remain with the group, but their spirit energy flow has been reduced to a trickle now.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:49 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

(Post started around 6:10 Alaska time)

He's way out of our league...

Consider him a warmup for the legions of Hell.


The grey demon remained where he was, mouths singing their unholy litany. Amethyst dropped back, hands steepled in front of him, fingers spread. He thrust one hand toward Zalera, and a bright blue-green chain of energy leapt forward, wrapping around Zalera's arms and torso. With a sneer, the demon twitched his arms, snapping the chain into so many aquamarine shards. he raised his hands, darkness pouring from the palms. Thinking quickly, Amethyst readied another spell.

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Blargh. Brain run dry at 6:45 Alaska time. >_<

Allay on Dorrin, anyway.

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Velious Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:52 PM

Mukki

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Wherever there are hot and sweaty men...

Mukki wandered the streets, looking around, checking out the various contestants, and slowly making his way to the arena, which seemed the logical place for sexy, sweaty men to congregate, of course.

He briskly walked through the entrance of the arena, walking to the very center as battles went down around him, and one man in particular caught his eye. Mukki moved as close to the battle as he could, just close enough to hear his name yelled out. “Shang Tsung”

.....I must wonk him...This man....he is....beautiful..........This could take some preparation....

Mukki walked back to the center of the battleground, and set off a trigger, causing a platform to rise five or so feet into the air, with him on it. He pulled a small red orb out of his thong, and threw it into the air, as wonksters wielding musical instruments popped into being around him. Some of the battles around him seemed to stop right where they were, as even some of the monsters seemed completely baffled by what was going on. Mukki grabbed a microphone from one of the wonksters, and tapped it.

”Testing...Testing....I’d like to dedicate this song, to Shang Tsung down there...I love ya babe...come meet me after the show...OUCH! And dodge those attacks better next time! I can’t wonk you if you’re all decapitated and stuff.” He paused for a moment. “Well...I COULD, but I’d probably get all bloody....Anyway.......Prepare...for Mukki...AND THE JABBERWONKS! Hit it boys!”

The wonksters started playing, as music flooded the stadium, the loudspeakers projecting the sound of the instruments through not just the stadium, but for blocks around. Mukki stepped forward, and began to sing.

Oh I’d give up forever to wonk you
‘Cause I know that I’ll have you somehow
I’m the best form of pleasure, that you’ll ever see
And I know that I want you right now
And all I can see is your man boobs
And all I can hear is your voice
'Cause sooner or later I’ll have you
You just don’t have that much of a choice


And I just want for Shang Tsung to wonk me
He’s a dead sexy shape shifting guy
I hope that my heart won’t be broken
If he doesn’t, then I just might die


And no matter how fast you are running
I will catch you and that is no lie
Because no one can hide from Mukki
I’ll find you if you’re still alive!


And I just want for Shang Tsung to wonk me
He’s a dead sexy shape shifting guy
I hope that my heart won’t be broken
If he doesn’t, then I just might die


The wonksters broke out into a solo, fireworks shooting into the air every time one of them slammed on a drum, an electric guitar-weilding wonkster slid to the front of the stage, flames shooting in an arc over his head, as he played a riff on the guitar. Mukki danced up to the front again, and began to sing once more.

And I just want for Shang Tsung to wonk me!
He’s a dead sexy shape shifting guy
I hope that my heart won’t be broken
If he doesn’t, then I just might die


And I just want for Shang Tsung to wonk me
He’s a dead sexy shape shifting guy
I hope that my heart won’t be broken
If he doesn’t, then I just might die


If he doesn’t, then I just might die
If he doesn’t, then I just might die
If he doesn’t, then I just might die....


Mukki dropped to the ground, sweating, breathing hard. Anyone who had stopped to watch was completely and totally confused by this point. Some were laughing out loud, and there was a monster or two even applauding. Suddenly, a giant purple...thing dropped from the ceiling, and started flinging fireballs at Mukki and his band. Mukki dropped to the ground, but the wonksters were all hit by the first wave of attacks, vanishing in puffs of smoke.

Mukki dove off the stage, hoping for a crowd of people to catch him. What he hadn’t taken into account was that there WAS no crowd of people, and he slammed directly into the ground. The monster slowly followed, throwing fireballs as it came toward him.

“Uugh...There’s always one monster that doesn’t appreciate you bursting into their arena, hijacking their sound system, and trying to woo a man.....HOMOPHOBE!!!!”

Mukki broke into a run, bursting back out the doors of the arena, and back into the streets of the city, once again alone.....


Hast thou lain the Jabberwonk?

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 10:26 PM

Blade of Vengeance

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: That depends, of course, on where I am

In which Chipp opens up the mythical can of whupass

"Come now, come now, surely you can do much better than that?" Zalera smirked. Who the hell is this freak? Chipp wondered, but he knew. He could feel the energy pulsing off him, a dread power that sought only to consume, to destroy, to bring to ruin the works of man. He knew that it had summoned that other demon. He knew that it was going after Shizu-shishou, or maybe Alma.

And he was pissed.

"I'm pretty certain you can do better," he said as he charged up to the winged one. "You know, with your snappy retorts. That "Shirley you can do better than that" was utterly 14|\/|3, G! Beta Brade!" he cried, leaping into the air with his patented blade-uppercut. Chipp could see the manthing smirk as he shifted out of the way.

That was okay. He had meant to do that.

"Eat this, biznatch!" The tension flowing through his veins, pulsing in synch with his adrenaline... he gathered it into himself. focusing, and let it SURGE--

--time stopped. The world filled with crimson. Just for the shortest of moments, but that was all he needed. All he needed to abort his Beta Blade. All he needed to switch to a much more deadly attack....

"Gotcha!" He swung around and caught Zalera's eye. Zalera stared right back, his eyes glaring. Such a fool. He may not be aware, but I have all of his techniques well-memorized. To strike at me with his Alpha Blade in this way would be as a fly buzzing at God's heel.

As if reading this thought, Chipp smirked (as you can imagine, this was happening very fast) and shouted "Buddy, you ain't seen nothing yet!"

And you say his lines are overdone?

Oy vey.

And then he flew.

To the spectators, it happened in a flash. One second, he was rising into the air, in a futile attack which his target had dodged easily, while he hung... and then, a red flash burst around him, and within not even a second he was dicing the air (and, apparently, Zalera) in an endless flash of attacks. How he had defied physics was beyond them, but they all agreed that it was madd 1337 (or slanguistic equivalent). And all around the room, they could hear his voice as he sprung off the walls, taunting the deathguise:

"Think you know my attacks, punk? Think again! You've just tasted one of the secret techniques of Tsuyoshi-style Ninjutsu! Remember my name, and its name, on the way back to Hell!"

At the top of the room, his hair nearly scraping the ceiling, he smirked.

Zalera's body hung underneath him.

Go time.

He dove, slashing through Zalera with all his force. And aced the landing. "You've just felt the pleasent pain of the Zansei Rouga. Thank you for flying Zanuff Air. We hope you had a enjoyable trip."

Like I said. COOOOR-NYYYYY.

"So, what'd you guys think? Was that not 'teh skizzillz/'?" he asked of the gathered folk.

No response. Save a laugh that was nowhere near human.

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Note: the "red flash" that Chipp did was a Roman Cancel, one of the more notable techniques in Guilty Gear X, which allows cancellation of any move for a certain cost in tension. In-game, it is more commonly used as a way to continue combos to insane levels; in this case, Chipp used it to fake out Zalera.


TT

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Curley W Posted: 04-21-2003 , 10:35 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Sorry for any Grammatical errors, or if this feel's rushed. I was in a bit of a hurry to get this finisher for the Zalera fight done.
_____________________________________________

"So this is it..." Jason thought, viewing the chaos in the ruined dojo. A man with silver hair and angelic wings floated above the others warriors in the room, seemingly taunting them as all their attacks up to now had fail to stop his rampage. This was the first time Jason had ever seen such a thing.

Well, in real life that is. He had lost count on how many times he had seen evil silver haired bishounens with at least some reference to angels, devils, or God in modern RPGs. Until the tournaments came along, he thought Squaresoft and the other gaming companies were just running out of ideas for final boss forms.

"Alright Jason, you know you can't stop that thing on your own, but if you don't do something, all of those people in there could get killed!" The alchemist's mind scrambled for possibilities. "Chibification? No, he'd resist it easily enough. Razordust? Even worse. As strong as he is, he could just redirect it at you! Power up an attack formula with the Genius Element? No. No. NO! You've barely tested any formulas with it. You could wipe out the whole city and still not get him with that!.... But what else is there?"

Jason looked at his friend, Vader. His oldest friend was almost in a feral state of mind, staring at the Silver haired man from the duo's hiding spot. "When all else fails..." He thought, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a call bead. "Call for help."

"Yugi... Come in, Yugi..." He called out. trying to reach his most powerful ally

*CSHHZZZHT! SHZZTZZT!!* "Jason?" A voice in his head replied. Yugi's tone was cheery. He was normally called upon only when Jason wanted to stay hello. Jason had made it a point to keep in contact with his friends from other worlds. "How have you been? You sound a bit worried."

"To be blunt I am." Jason replied in thought. "Listen, I'm in a bit of a jam, and I need your help, up to it?"

"What's going on?" The duelist asked. Jason quickly began relaying the information to him...
----
"Alright, are you ready Jason? This plan won't work without good timing on your side."

"...I'm as ready as I'm going to be." Jason answered. "Here I go!"

"Hey!" Jason shouted, trying to get the pseudo angel's attention. "I'm talking to you, you overused concept for a villain! Can't you come up with something a little more original than the angelic reference?!"

This jab seemed to have hit it's mark, as the sorceror cast his eyes toward the newcomer in the battle. "I am Zalera, the Angel of Death! Have you come willingly to the altar?"

"Nope. I've come to try and stop you."

"And how do you hope to do such a thing, mortal?" Zalera asked, ready to slay the impudent boy in front of him.

"With this..." Jason shot back, holding the call bead up. "I summon the Dark Magician, in attack mode!" As soon as the word's left his mouth, light shot out from the bead, taking the form of a magi wearing dark purlpe robes, and weilding a staff. Yugi's favorite Monster.

This only merited a chuckle from Zalera. "Is this it? Do you really hold such faith in your little... creation?"

"I do" Jason stated. "I have faith he fill out his role."

"Then watch as your faith dies!" The demon shouted, darting at the Dark Magician with incredible speed.

"NOW!!!" Jason thought. His next words, he spoke as fast as possible. "Activating Swords of Revealing Light!"

Zalera was instantly halted by a veritable swarm of sword shaped lights. "What is this?!" he screamed. As he strained against the binding force, many of the sword vanished, buring out faster than normal against the powerful magic of Zalera.

"Oh God, oh God, gotta HURRY!" Jason thought frantically. He quickly used the last of the call bead's power to trigger the final part of Yugi's plan. "I summon Catapault Turtle, in attack mode!" A large reptilian machine with a special type of cannon mounted on it back appeared by the demon mage. As the call bead in Jason's hand shattered, Jason called out new orders.

"Dark Magician! Take Zalera, and LOAD yourself and him onto Catapault Turtle!" The silent wizard complied, grabbing the still bound Angel of Death.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Zalera boomed. When he realized that the device on it's back was a launcher, it became painfully clear. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

"Now! Catapault Turtle....... CATAPAULT LAUNCH!!!" Steam hissed across the turtles back as the Dark Magician, still holding the dreaded demon Zalera, was rocketed off of the catapault, through the roof, and into the sky.

"It..... worked?!" Jason thought. Several seconds of disbelief passed until the realization of his accomplishment finally set in. "OH MY GOD! I DID IT! YES! WHOOHOOOOOOO!!!"
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And that concludes the massive Dojo battle.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 10:49 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Act Two, Scene Two - Rarity

Jun sighed as she returned from the doorway that led to Wanderhusk Den. It appeared that none of the members were at home--they must have gone off to some family ritual or something. It's a shame... I would have liked to see Ian again. It's been a year since we snuck into the Capital...

An image of Rohan flashed through her mind, but she quickly quelled it, out of habit now than of fear.

"M-m-miss Jun?"

She looked down to see a small child grasping a bouquet of exquisite-looking flowers, trembling as he held them as if he would turn to dust just from holding the assortment of de-thorned roses and irises by the stems, even though they were carefully wrapped in layer after layer of silk.

She gasped. "Why, these are beautiful! Are they for me?"

"Y-y-yes, mam," the child squeaked. "F-f-from a M-M-Mal'G-G-G-G..."

"Mal'Ganis?"

"Y-y-yeah, that's it!" The kid seemed pleased at his ability to remember the name, even though Jun had given him a nudge. "A-ah b-b-better b--be going, yep!"

The little boy vanished before he could properly thank him--no wonder so many guys are ninjas--, and she was left standing there, bouquet in her arms. She brought the assortment of flowers close to her face, having sensed nothing harmful from them beforehand, and inhaled their fragrance deeply. A tinge of a blush appeared at her cheeks, and she recalled their earlier conversations; this made a second time where he had given her an outrageously magnificent gift after bestowing subtle compliments on her--a seductive combination in intensity.

Mal'Ganis... I've never encountered anyone so polite, or so sweet to a woman. If one of my fiancees had treated me this well back home, I might have been persuaded to get married... Any man of that character is a rare thing in the universe indeed, no matter what the race. She inhaled the scent of the roses and irises all at once again--like his behaviour towards her, the contrast in scent was rather appealing.

A shift in the small link between her and the other three broke her out of her daze--it was time to move on, and Daisetsu was ready. Within a second, the young woman holding the roses was gone; a breeze on the wind, that temporarily carried a scent.

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Switchblade Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:06 PM

Road Warrior

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: In your fridge, behind the mayo

It’s completely dark. Then a single spotlight illuminates the figure of a young man with long blond hair and a smart goatee. He is easily one of the most handsome men that you have ever seen. He waves a little, then clears his throat.

“Well, that one went fast, didn’t it? I’ve never gotten out this early before. Honestly I can’t say I’m upset. My life is fairly busy right now and I don’t need the added pressure. That’s not to say that Vice and Mature won’t stick with the tournament, but I will be letting my other obligations take priority.”

Then the spotlight goes out, and it’s completely black again. When the light comes back on it reveals a cute blonde teenage girl, one who looks very familiar. “Hey all,” she says, “I’m just here to assure you all that both switch and I will be back for SXI, and we’re takin’ no prisoners. Next time round it’s victory all the way. Heck, you all may as well concede defeat now, cause if not your butt is totally mine!”

There’s a slight movement on the edge of the light, then the bikini clad figure of May Lee leans into the spotlight. “Um, Rikku,” the Korean fighter says, “Have you considered that maybe this speech would be more convincing coming from someone who isn’t dressed like a sexy schoolgirl?”

Rikku looks down at her outfit, then looks over at May Lee and shrugs.

“Oh well,” May Lee says. “Now come on, let’s get back to the hot spring. Angel ordered Chinese food and KOS-MOS has some body oil.” Rikku smiled and skipped off with May Lee.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:39 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto II + Mirabile Visu + Approaching


"I...I don't know about that," Alma said, rubbing at her eyes. The pain had faded, but she still felt drowsy, enough to want to fall back down again. She could not, though- if she delayed even a moment longer, Elmdor might...

Marquis Elmdor...Zalera...alive? Impossible- I saw him die, didn't I? I saw everyone die- I saw Uncle Cid put his sword through the Marquis...by God, that was so painful...

Yet still...


"I don't want to leave them back there," Alma said, already starting to turn. "Ouji and Mint and Maya- they're all trapped with him...I can't- can't let them-"

"Iie, Alma-san," Shizumaru said, already grabbing her arm. "I won't allow you to go- believe me, I have seen what Elmdor can do. You would be no match for him."

"I...I don't have to be," Alma said, shaking her head back and forth. "At least...at least I can be there with them! At least I can heal their wounds- it's all my fault that Zalera's in there! All my bloody fault..."

mm

Yours is blood I care not to contemplate. Alma rubbed her eyes again, her knees going slack. "Unnh...please, Shizumaru, we have t..."

Shizumaru steadied her, his strong hands gripping her shoulders- she felt that even if she'd gone limp, he'd still be able to hold her up. He gave her a sad smile, and bowed his head a little bit. "A...a very good man once came for me when I was in danger," he said. "He tried his very best to save me, but could not hack his way through what was obstructing him. I was forced to fight my way out, myself...and I was injured." He turned his head back up. "But it was because of what he taught me that I was able to escape- I depended not on him, but on the example he had set for me. I know what Mint-san and Maya-san and Ouji-dono have done is brave, yet dangerous- but, they, like you, have been taught well. You are a wonderful girl for wanting to help, but trust in them...they'll make it."

"...Shizumaru." Alma forced herself to stand, her gaze turning downcast. She felt ashamed, yet managed to lift her hand and clasp his. "I was wrong to doubt. I am sorry...you are all so very brave."

"Ah, the Japanese philosophy isn't lost on us, it seems," Ky said, offering a polite- if nervous- smile. After nodding to the newcomer, Max, he looked back to them and folded his arms over his chest. "Where shall we go? The dojo certainly isn't safe."

Alma looked to Shizumaru again, briefly. He looked as worn and haggard as she did, especially now that it was getting dark. She winced, feeling sorrier by the moment for him; it was her fault that the pain had come at him. That moment when their eyes locked contact- surely it had hurt him. He was hiding something, and so was she, but the difference was dire. At least what he was hiding wasn't...

Just say it. It's Altima. Altima Bloody Angel is inside of me. Me...Alma Beoulve...

She turned her eyes from Shizumaru again and found them locked with Yuri's. The man was so...strange, she guessed, was the word for it. He fit tall, dark, and handsome in the same way Deruta did, with a slightly crazed if not fearless vesture. The level of skill he had in the healing arts, though...amazing. Considering that what she'd seen emanate from his body was a far cry from anything sacred or holy, the man was something to respect. She blinked curiously, wondering why it was that he did not flash with pain when she looked at him. Maybe Altima liked him?

He blinked back at her, and his grin turned lopsided. Alma flushed, realizing she'd been staring, and wanted to kick herself. She tapped her holy staff once against the ground, then looked to each one of them. "Well, we could hide...oh, I don't know-"

"Anywhere but here would be fine, I would imagine," Shizumaru said, and pointed off in the direction of the arena. "Perhaps we can try there? Marquis Elmdor...he'd never think to look for us there."

"I think it's beyond thinking," Alma said soberly. "He can sense Bloody Angel inside me..."

Ky cocked a brow. "Bloody Angel?"

"A long story," Alma said, instinctively touching the strand of gleipnir that bound her hair together. "You could say I'm...bound, in a way."

"Huh..." Yuri idly scratched his chin, grinning as though he had an exceptionally funny joke to share. Ky caught it and his vesture turned stern- Yuri let it go, but that grin only slightly dissipated. Alma felt flustered. She looked to Shizumaru, then, and tilted her head. "All the same, though, I like your idea...let's head for the arena. Maybe we can buy some time for the others..."

mm they'll die no one stands against angel of death ouji has fallen

Alma put her hand to her mouth, as though choking back something vile. "Mmf...and the sooner the better," she rasped, squeezing her staff. "I feel her getting stronger. She's...starting to talk to me."

Shizumaru's callused hand fell on her shoulder, his eyes betraying the fathomless concern within. "Alma-san..."

"Hah...I'm all right," Alma said, wiping her lip- found it bloody. Whatever that chakra between her and Elmdor had done, it certainly didn't like her. She twisted her lip, looking to Max, Ky, and Yuri. "Do you know what the arena is like at the moment?"

They nodded, but it was Max who spoke first. "There are a lot of fighters tearing themselves up," he said, "but we can get a spectator's seat. Whoever's after you, they'll have a hard time getting through the audience."

Alma smiled gratefully. "Thank you. Lead the way, then...oh! How rude of me..." She tapped her staff, and then put it forward, taking in a deep breath. "Can't have you all running around unprotected...stand still." She half-closed her eyes, noting this to be more of a test than an essential device- if anything, she was just wasting more time. However...

Each time I've tried to cast a spell, her presence inside me heightened. Perhaps now that more white magic is flowing into me...

"Natura sacra, rogama donum vitae," she whispered, her voice echoing all around. "Second chances all around- Reraise!"

Alma's body tightened, her power flaring out amidst her little group. Suddenly, halos appeared over each of them- bright white rings that came to rest on gilded winds upon their heads. They were almost like crowns; they dissipated one-by-one into the heads of Max, Shizumaru, Yuri, and Ky. As a result, luminescent veins traced their way through the bodies of the four men, and then went silent within them all as the Reraise spell gave their bodies slight azure glows.

She waited...felt nothing.

Alma sighed in relief, placing her hand on the amethyst end of her staff. "A burden off my shoulders," she said. She noticed Shizumaru's worried look, and again had to smile. It had been a long time since she'd been able to see that much worry coming from anyone- even Ramza had shown his trust in her, but genuine concern for life was something she'd only ever truly, fully known from one person.

Again she brushed the Barette in her hair. Are you watching, Teta? You would love Shizumaru-san, here.

"Well, then!" Alma reached over and placed her hand on Shizumaru's strong shoulder, offering her best and most uplifting smile (at least, she liked to hope so) to the rest of the group. "Off, before we have any more Fallen Angels on our tail. And those fighting them will pull through."

No matter what you think, Altima.


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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