The
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:31
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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I had
planned for this to be much longer, but I hadn’t planned for me to
stay ‘til 1:30 A.M. (PST) to finish. Therefore, it’s a bit shorter,
and less smutty than I had originally intended :
King Chapter 5: Uni
Inverse Section 2
Nantos,
Capital of Light, the Central Gates
THUD!
THUD! THUD!
The heavy footfalls echo loudly off the
concrete of the twilight metropolis, their path obviously being one
that would take them to the now destroyed gates in the central of
the city that is Nantos. While the footfalls resound, allowing
anyone willingly enough to listen to hear the exasperation of
exerting much energy to run, their resonance cannot describe the
emotions their creator feels. These feelings are ones that are
well-known to their maker, and ones that she would prefer to keep to
herself, unlike how she - no, it was the goddamn city's fault - had
done to today. However, she can't help but shudder visibly, though
it doesn't slow, as she tightly hugs herself, slightly creasing the
arms of her new all-black outfit - an exact all-black copy of her
original one - as her hands move up and down them. She can't help
but remember what happened the hour beforehand.
"Can't get
clean," she murmurs softly.
***
Nantos, Capital of Light, Luminare Hotel, Hour
Before
"Oh! Sir Relius!"
The voice
comes inside room 813, a room that just minutes before had been
vacant in the lush, sixteen-story-high Luminare Hotel. The hotel, in
the middle of the financial district, has been well known for its
prestige in serving the many of the more wealthy people of the city
as well as the clergy and foreign ministers. It is less known,
however, for its shady dealings with police and prostitutes, bribing
the former for a pay-off from the latter's clients, most of whom
were the aforementioned clergy, foreign ministers, nobleman, and
yes, even policemen of Nantos. The scene that transpires in the room
is an odd mix of the two, and despite the fact that mendacity is
still heavy in this affair, no political or religious scandals are
involved.
The scene of is that of a middle-aged man, one in
his early thirties, kissing and heavily groping a slightly
middle-aged woman, she herself being near thirty. The two lay atop
the spread of Queen-sized bed, its softness supplied by the
abundance of new materials that have been replaced on it. The
Luminare’s staff replaces the spread, the sheets, the pillows, all
as they are often soiled after one or two nightly
"transactions" in the city of Nantos. The room itself is the epitome
of newness, at least on the surface, with its new bookcase and books
- actually the probably the only old things in the room as they have
never been touched, due previously mentioned reason -, its new
lanterns, its new wallpaper - the pattern that of a duck frozen in
preparation for flight -, its new, polished doorknobs, its new,
non-creaking doors and doorframes, and its locks.
The two
figures of interest are gently rolling around the large bed, only
clad in their undergarments. The man, Relius, is ever-so-slowly
trying to "correct" that problem as the evident tent - to anyone but
the woman - in his boxers boldly present's his libido's eagerness.
As the two are still intertwined in a deep kiss, the man moans,
trying to use the sound as a decoy for his true intent of unclasping
the woman's lavender bra. She catches him, however, and quickly but
softly grasps his hand and pushes it away.
She laughs,
innocuously, "Sir Relius, don't. It would be
unladylike."
I have had it up to fucking here with
your ladylikeness, Relius thinks as he envisions the mental
image of his hands soaring high over even the colossal castle of
Nantos.
However, Relius still wants to take this smoothly as
possibly, and therefore only outwardly replies with, “Please don’t
call me Sir Relius, Annifer.”
Though feel free to call
Relius Jr. Sir in a moment once he’s unleashed.
“I
am quite sorry si… Relius.” “Annifer” begins to stand up to curtsy
in an effort to apologize, but Relius tenderly grasps her right arm
slightly above the wrist, stopping her halfway, though it still
shakes the bed.
“It’s okay, Annifer. You needn’t apologize,”
he says cordially and seductively as possible.
Yes, all
you needn’t do now is keep your goddamn clothes on! This lay had
better worth all this “knight in shining armor bullshit”.
“Oh, Relius….” “Annifer” hold back a tear, though her
eyes still mist. “You’re so giving.”
“Please, don’t humiliate
me with such needless kindness and flattery,” he replies slick as
ever.
Yes, instead humiliate me by screaming and
moaning my name all night long so that the whole damned hotel
can hear us. I really hope you put all that emotion into
fucking.
“Uh… Annifer,” he starts with a façade of
anxiety. “Do you need me to step out so that you can undress
yourself?”
“Why, what a gentlemanly thing to ask.” She smiles
a genuine – as genuine as someone under a personality-reversing
spell can be – smile at him, and then simply nods a barely
noticeable nod.
“Okay,” he responses, rather joyous, the
only emotion that he has expressed that is a in fact any part of his
true ones, though the true “joy” he feels is laced with sexual
avarice. “I’ll be in the bathroom for just a moment… dear.”
Relius bestows upon her a peck on the cheek as he adds ”dear”
to his plan’s final phase.
Now for the main event, he
thinks, mental stroking his ego while physical stroking an
unmentionable part of his anatomy.
*** Nantos, Capital of Light, the Central Gates, the
Present
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Her
footfalls are now even more thunderous as the horrible, recent
memory burns into the core of her mind with the relentless heat of
the sun’s corona. She wants to retch at the reviling memory, but can
denies herself that opportunity to do so as she finally arrives in
side the gates of Nantos’s center. Her footsteps’ noise die down
immensely as she slows, though she is met with a somewhat venomous
gaze from the same robot that Jason had tested his alchemy on all
those days ago, artificial being’s cold stare saying ”You’re
late.”
Oh great, I’m Cinder-fucking-rella, King
thought with a mix of sarcasm, self-loathing, and just plain
loathing as the blue painted Airman turned its back and walked away
from her.
“It seems that no matter where ah’ go, those dang
robots are always acting cold.” The voice rang out from above
her, and King turned up to see a woman coming leisurely down, feet
first, from the sky.
The woman landed a few feet from
King, and King almost immediately realized that she hadn’t seen her
before, with her skunk-white streak in middle of her hair separating
the light brown locks on either side. Also, she didn’t recall seeing
the “X” on her uniform – King only thought of it as a uniform
because she saw Strom with the same “X” –, which in itself was of an
odd design, looking more like a bright red pseudo-suit of armor with
the amount of visible rigidity to it. Over the odd,
inflexible-looking upper part was a simple and almost too tiny black
leather jacket that seemed to oddly go quite well with the black
pseudo-pants on her stiff red “leggings” that came up to the knee.
The only thing that King honestly knew about this person was that
she was Southern.
“Hi,” the woman said, extending a gloved
hand that was within the clothing of that same black leather and
red-armor. “Ah’m Rouge. You sug?”
Yep. Definitely
Southern, King inwardly sighed, though she couldn’t decide on
whether it was because she had finally encountered something
familiar in this world or whether it was because that something
familiar slightly irritated her.
“I’m King,” King replied,
extending a hand that was also gloved, before the two shook. Rouge’s
hand was a bit too firm though, and although King said nothing, she
was glad to get her hand back.
Dear God! She nearly broke
my hand without trying! Well, I guess it makes since if she can fly,
the— King’s thought were broken by unfamiliar but ominous voice.
Four of them actually.
"…He's--" A young woman clad in
semi-armor with the rest tight-fitting black attire spoke up,
smashing her white gauntlets together.
"--come back to settle
things. And he has friends this time..." Another young woman with an
identical face murmured the phrase. She was dressed in long, flowing
black robes, and she held a strange steel ball with glowing glyphs
etched into it.
"They won't do him any good," an old man
cackled from the back, stroking an elaborate-looking wand that gave
the appearance of something cleaned *too* often.
"After all,
there are only 3 Guardians instead of 4, with weakling summoned help
as backup." The voice came from a man sitting next to the elderly
mage--garbed in full ninja's attire save the face
covering.
“Ah guess it’s time, sug,” Rouge started, somewhat
too happily for King’s taste. “I guess this is it..” And then
a smile crept across her face.
“I guess,” King replied, and
as Rouge flew start at the girl in semi-armor with white gauntlets,
King quickly followed. “I mean what’s the fun in living?! Come on
baby!”
---
I’ll post up Rouge’s absorption list in my
next post before I go to bed. I feel free to have Minako smack her
around as Rouge can probably easily heal most of it by drawing on
Wolverine’s or the Hulk’s or She-Hulk’s powers. Just don’t get her
killed, but I might actually use her next time… like perhaps I
should have. 
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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The
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:45
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Hyperion's servant
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This
is Rouge's Absorption List, courteousy of the great people at
UncannyX-Men.Net. A list of all Rouge's powers. If you plan to use
her and King before I get up tomorrow,which is fine, then
remember the following things besides the massive list
below:
- She call on any power at well.
- Her Ms. Marvel powers and normal/base/original powers are
ALWAYS active.
- She can usually only use two additional powers at a time,
meaning that it's four. Yes four and not two, because I mean two
been the Ms. Marvel and original ones, and well, 2+2 = 4.
- Minako could probably hurt her, but she wouldn't able to kill
her... easily.
- She's quite impervious to mind control... as exampled by BP's
Bruce Banner/Hulk, but that wouldn't stop her from going
insane.
- Seeing as how I doubt anyone here reads many comics or is even
awake, this probably a waste of time.
- Wouldn't be able to absorb any of the Five, or at least knock
them out with a touch for story reason
(obviously).
quote:
ABSORPTIONS
Since Rogue’s power have now gone haywire, she
might manifest any power and personality she was in contact with
before, so it might be good to know whom she already absorbed. The
following lists mention when Rogue absorbed the person, and also
if something unusual happened.
HUMANS
Cody Robbins:
Flashbacks in X-Men Unlimited #4 and Rogue (1st series) #1 Cody
fell into a coma from which he never woke up. He died a few years
later.
Freddy: Classic X-Men #44
Two Security
Guards at the McCarthy Medical Treatment Center: Marvel Fanfare
#60
Valerie Cooper: Uncanny X-Men #179
Various
people in a crowd: Uncanny X-Men #202
Two Genoshan
Magistrates: Uncanny X-Men #236
A Security Guard at the
Agee Institute: Uncanny X-Men #359
Dr. Agee: Uncanny X-Men
#359
A man using children for pornograpy: X-Men Unlimited
#31
HEROES AND VILLAINS
Destiny:
unknown Rogue absorbing Destiny has never been seen on panel,
yet it's obvious that during the time Rogue lived with and was
trained by Destiny and Mystique, she must have gotten into contact
with the precog at least once. Destiny's psychic residue is seen
in Rogue's head in X-Treme X-Men Savage Land #1.
Mystique:
Marvel Fanfare (1st series ) #60, Marvel Super Heroes (2nd series)
#2, Uncanny X-Men #359
Jason: Marvel Fanfare (1st series )
#60 Jason is a mutant of unknown power. Rogue definately had
skin to skin contact with him, but it is unknown what, if anything
at all, she absorbed from him; yet afterwards she realized that to
touch is not only life, it also means to know pain.
Ms.
Marvel / Warbird: Marvel Super Heroes (2nd series) #11, X-Men
Unlimited #29 The absorption of Ms. Marvel aka Carol Danvers
turned out to be permanent. After years, the Siege Perilous
separated the two women, but there was not enough life-force to
sustain both bodies. They fought, but Magneto intervened and
re-installed Rogue with the powers of flight and invulnerability,
while killing the Ms. Marvel entity.
Captain America:
Avengers Annual #10, Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5
Thor: Avengers Annual #10, Mephisto vs ....(the Avengers)
#4, Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5
Wolverine:
Uncanny X-Men #158, 173, Heroes for Hope #1, Mephisto vs ....(the
X-Men) #3, Wolverine (2nd series) #125, X-Men (2nd series) #80
Storm: Uncanny X-Men #158, 185, Mephisto vs ....(the
X-Men) #3
ROM: Rom #32 Rogue did not actually absorb
Rom, but she got insight to his innermost feelings.
Hybrid: Rom #32
Dazzler: Dazzler #24, Mephisto vs
....(the X-Men) #3
Professor Xavier: Uncanny X-Men #175
She-Hulk: Uncanny X-Men Annual #7
Colossus:
Uncanny X-Men #179, 194, X-Men & Alpha Flight (1st series) #1,
Heroes for Hope #1, Uncanny X-Men #208, 247, X-Men (2nd series)
#80, 102, 106, 107 Colossus touched and kissed Rogue without
effect in X-Men (2nd series) #100. Apparently a storyline was
planned, but with Piotr dead, it will probably be forgotten about.
Dire Wraith: Uncanny X-Men #186, 188
Black Tom:
Marvel Team-Up (1st series) #150
Juggernaut: Marvel
Team-Up (1st series) #150, Uncanny X-Men #218
Dagger‘s
light power: New Mutants #25 Dagger’s powers had been
transfered to Wolfsbane of the New Mutants, but she could not cope
with them. With Xavier as mental back-up, Rogue absorbed only the
light ability from Rhane, which was then placed back into Dagger
with the help of Magik.
Cloak’s shadow power: New Mutants
#25 Cloak’s powers had been transfered to Sunspot of the New
Mutants, but he could not cope with them. With Xavier as mental
back-up, Rogue absorbed only the darkness ability from Roberto,
which was then placed back into Cloak with the help of Magik.
Magus Uncanny X-Men #192
Northstar: X-Men & Alpha
Flight (1st series) #1
Loki: X-Men & Alpha Flight (1st
series) #2 When Rogue touched Loki, he proved to be immune
against her power, yet in Uncanny X-Men #236, his psychic residue
can be seen in Rogue’s head.
Firestar: Uncanny X-Men #193
Shadowcat: Uncanny X-Men #194, Heroes for Hope #1
Nightcrawler: Uncanny X-Men #194, Uncanny X-Men Annual #9,
Heroes for Hope #1, X-Men (2nd series) #80
Cyclops:
Uncanny X-Men Annual #9 Rogue actually absorbed Nightcrawler,
who was touching Cyclops. That’s the only time that Rogue’s power
worked like that. Maybe that they were in the mystical realm of
Asgard boosted her power.
Phoenix III (Rachel): Heroes for
Hope #1
Magneto: Heroes for Hope #1, Uncanny X-Men #304,
Magneto Rex #2 Usually Rogue absorbs Magneto like everybody
else, however in Uncanny X-Men #304 he claims to be stronger than
ever and although Rogue gains some part of his power, he remains
conscious and shows no sign of weakness at all.
Spiral:
Uncanny X-Men #206 Spiral’s personality was dominant
Black Rook (Friedrich von Roehm): Uncanny X-Men #208
Sunspot: Uncanny X-Men Annual #10
Mojo: Uncanny
X-Men Annual #10 Rogue managed to absorb something of Mojo, yet
he did not weaken. Rogue felt that there was no limit to Mojo’s
foulness and passed out.
Mephisto: Mephisto vs ....(the
X-Men) #3 (twice) Rogue could only absorb something from
Mephisto because he allowed it. He could control the degree of the
absorption rate and allowed her to get some of his thoughts, only
to manipulate her into certain actions.
Psylocke: Mephisto
vs ....(the X-Men) #3
Havok: Uncanny X-Men #219 The
scene showing Rogue absorbing Havok is taken from a dream, however
it is a resurfacing of some Psylocke-surpressed memories of Havok
visiting the school. That Rogue really absorbed Alex is backed up
by him being seen as psychic residue in Rogue’s head in Uncanny
X-Men #236.
Thing Fantastic: Four vs. The X-Men #2
Human Torch: Fantastic Four vs. The X-Men #4
Dr.
Druid: X-Men vs. The Avengers #3
Vanguard: X-Men vs. The
Avengers #3
Naze, possessed by the Adversary: Uncanny
X-Men #227
Bonebreaker: Uncanny X-Men #229
Temptress: Uncanny X-Men #233
Longshot: Uncanny
X-Men Annual #12
Garokk: Uncanny X-Men Annual #12
Punchout: Uncanny X-Men #235
Archangel: Uncanny
X-Men #242 As she absorbed the memories of Apocalypse’s evil,
Rogue hesitated and was pushed back by Archangel, who did not pass
out.
Mr. Sinister: X-Factor #39 Mr. Sinister was the
dominant personality.
Dr. Leonard Samson: Marvel Super
Heroes (2nd series) #6
Gateway: Uncanny X-Men #269
Worm: Uncanny X-Men #275
A Phalanx-infected human
protype: Uncanny X-Men #305
Bishop: Uncanny X-Men #305
Sabretooth: X-Men Unlimited #3
Bella Donna
Boudreaux: Gambit (1st series) #3
Gambit: X-Men (2nd
series) #41, Uncanny X-Men #350, X-Men (2nd series) #83, Uncanny
X-Men #385
Silver Surfer: X-Men Unlimited #13 When
Rogue tried to absorb the surfer she was caught in some kind of
feedback effect, that knocked her over. Actually she did not
absorb any of Norrin Radd’s cosmic power, but she could tell that
he had good intentions.
Phalanx: Uncanny X-Men #343
Joseph: Uncanny X-Men #354
Kali: X-Men (2nd
series) #81 Kali’s hand touched Rogue’s face and the visual
effect made it seem that some absorption took place. Yet it was
not followed upon, and Kali seemed not affected.
Brood
Queen: Contest of Champions (2nd series) #4 The Brood Queen
dominated and made Rogue absorb various earth heroes.
Hulk: Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5
Spiderman: Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5
Phoenix IV (Jean): Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5,
X-Men (2nd series) #104
Scarlet Witch: Contest of
Champions (2nd series) #5
Salvo: X-Men (2nd series) #102
Cecilia Reyes: X-Men (2nd series) #102 Though not seen
on panel, Rogue absorbs Cecilia Reyes either through physical
contact or like Colossus at close proximetry. In X-Men (2nd
series) #108 Rogue utilizes the medical knowledge from Cecilia.
Kymri: X-Men (2nd series) #104
Z‘Cann: X-Men (2nd
series) #107
A Kree: pilot X-Men Unlimited #29
Beast: X-Treme X-Men Savage Land #4
Iceman:
X-Treme X-Men #13 Though it is unknown when Rogue absorbed
Iceman, she manifests his power in this issue, so she must have
touched and absorbed him at least once.
NO
EFFECT Despite supernatural beings like Loki and Mephisto,
there are a few more people whom Rogue could not absorb. Basically
they can be split in three different groups : - No living
organic beings - Aliens - Power negation /
draining
Wonder Man: Avengers Annual #10 Wonder Man is
composed of ionic energy.
Vision: Avengers Annual
#10 Vision is a synthezoid.
Impossible Man: Uncanny
X-Men Annual #7 Rogue got knocked out when she tried to absorb
him.
Selene: Uncanny X-Men #184 Selene could drain
Rogue’s life-force quicker, than Rogue could absorb her. Finally
Rogue passed out.
Ken: Marvel Super-Heroes Summer Special
#2 Mystique built the human looking robot to give Rogue
happiness, but when she found out that her new lover was a
machine, Rogue wasn’t happy.
Leech: Uncanny X-Men
#195 Leech touched Rogue’s face and was knocked out, Rogue did
not absorb anything.
Scrambler: Uncanny X-Men #211 When
Scrambler used his ability on Rogue, he too was rendered
unconscious, however Rogue temporary lost all her powers.
Landslide: Uncanny X-Men #360 Landslide belonged to the
artificial X-Men built by Cerebro.
Prime Sentinel: X-Men
Annual 2000 Though a combination of human tissue and
technology, Rogue could not absorb them.
Lady Deathstrike:
X-Men Annual 2000 Lady Deathstrike is a cyborg and apparently
the technological parts are more dominant than the remaining human
parts. Rogue’s power showed no effect.
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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Soujiro
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The Silver Ogre
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Beyond Death
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Act V – The Burden and Flame -
II
“So conscience does make cowards of us all….”
Elmdor stood up, no longer breathing heavily, pain only a distant
feeling that existed somewhere in a far-off place. He glared at
Testament as the dark gear hoisted his scythe into the
air.
“I will not be humbled by your tricks, or your words,
human,” Testament shot back slanderously. It seemed then that Elmdor
had achieved what Testament was – an unflinching soul that ignored
surrounding strife, focusing on a single thing to help or harm as
his will saw fit. An acute tunnel-vision of the mind. He watched as
the silver-haired swordsman slowly raised his sword in front of him
with one hand, casting a sidelong glance at it.
“Some legend,
eh? A sword that will not obey its master is no weapon at all.”
Elmdor glated disdainfully at the sword and his opponent. “But it
can still kill!” Elmdor vanished into thin air with only the
slightest glow marking where he had stood. “Don’t lose track now!”
he shouted willfully, slashing at Testament’s back. The lone gear
reeled in pain, moving to the attack even still.
Elmdor’s
body shot up, a tree with a twisted face sprouted underneath his
unstable form. Testament missed not a moment of his advantage.
“Zeinest!” he cried, jumping back as his extended nails slashed the
air in front of him. Elmdor pursued forward, and once again was
burned by the bloody web that held him
fast.
---
“You’re wrong, Testament – war is not
evil. No…it is a necessity.”
“Mock me with such words, do
you?” Testament rested his hands on his hips, ever the guilty gear.
“War takes away life. I cannot see the good in it. The only things
gotten by war are those things which inflate a proud ego, the lies
that make the sacrifice seem necessary. Sacrifice for what – a
specious cause with an uncertain future? Only humanity would believe
such frail reasons!”
“Then you,” Elmdor said to the man with
long, jet-black hair standing across from him, “have not seen enough
wars.”
“I’ve seen enough war to last me lifetimes!”
“Then you have seen peace as well…and the people who become
slaves to that peace, crippled by it. Crippled such that when the
enemy attacks like a thief in the night, they are wiped out because
they were unawares. Culture…culture does not progress without war,
and without war, the value of a life is taken for granted.” Elmdor’s
hand fingered the handle of his sword, sensing its use would be
impending.
“Show me how great your ‘war’ is, then!” mocked
the black-clad warrior. “I’ll show you a lesson in futility!” He
spread his hands apart and a crooked staff, crowned by a dark skull,
appeared between them. Then, like a slash in the fabric of reality,
a red blade, huge and ominous, seemed to attach itself to the head
of that staff.
It had begun.
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“EXE
Beast!” Testament yelled, as a purple demon head tore through the
roof to clamp its fanged maw onto Elmdor’s leg. By now, the Arch
Knight’s clothes were in tatters, and soaked with blood. Every part
of his body ached, and his skin was growing cold.
…failed
me…why…? Chirijiraden…I need a power, need power now, the power of
the shining blue fire…
It’s almost within
reach. All you have to do is ask.
I want…I want to
stay alive, not die here! I still have promises to
keep!
You have in me a most worthwhile
ally. You are wise, Mesdoram, very wise…
So be
it!
“My spirit of rest shall consume the purest of
souls!” Elmdor’s voice screamed out in both pain and ecstasy,
ringing with the sound of a second voice not his own. “Almageist!” A
wind of dark spirits rushed between he and Testament, blazing over
the gear with a relentless fury. He dug his scythe into the roof as
the tiles began to blow away, dust left deposited there by the ages
kicked up into a furious cloud of grains.
Testament heard
more, though; the second voice was still chanting – the voice that
did not belong to the man he had just been fighting. Steadying his
ground, he rushed forward, ignoring the wailing of spirits that
lacerated his skin as he rushed past them. “Be still my soul, foul
deeds shall rise; though all the earth o’erwhelm them to mens’
eyes!” His eyes shone and in his body, an unearthly energy welled up
again, this time even more powerful than the last.
“GENOCIDE…UPROAR!!!” His clothing completely disappeared, revealing
his body to bear many magical seals and symbols inscribed all over
his pale skin. Under Elmdor, a black portal formed, and like a
monumental geyser, the acrid darkest of souls flew high, engulfing
the him in an ever-moving flesh-rending pillar that offered no
escape.
Save one.
“Aurora!” a commanding voice erupted
from inside the miasma, “exhale bloody air! DARK HOLY!” Under
Testament, a violet magical well of nether-energy shot forth, each
phantom soul smashing the gear higher and higher into the air, his
skin torn at like the seams of a rag doll.
Giant cracks began
to zigzag across the trembling roof, bursing forth with an unholy
energy even as the two immensely powerful spells seemed to
congregate. Testament, pulling himself back from an uncertain
unconsciousness, clenched his teeth in spite as he saw Elmdor
running to leap off the roof. Nobody..nobody had EVER survived the
onslaught of the Genocide Uproar. And if it didn’t kill
him….Testament would finish the job. Smashing himself into a wave of
the continuing Dark Holy spell, using the rising force to rocket his
battered body toward the flying form of Elmdor.
“It’ll take
more than your best to kill a gear, human! Grave Digger!” He lunged
forward in the air, scythe assuming its giant form as it bared down
on the surprised Marquis.
He swung with the force of a
hurricane, and when he looked down, Elmdor was there no
more.
“Impossible…was he obliterated?”
“The game’s up,
Testament.” Testament looked up in shock, to see the Chirijiraden
stuck into the surface of his great scythe, Elmdor straddling
the flat of the blade with his two feet and the imbedded sword. They
hung in the air eerily, for a moment. Then, with a push-off as
powerful as he could muster, Elmdor yanked his sword from the scythe
and rammed Testament in the back.
The two careened downward,
toward the massive battle in the chaotic courtyard, just as the roof
of the palace was completely obliterated, raining down a hailstorm
of sharp shingle pieces and two still-struggling
men.
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Dareon, since Saga Frontier is way too obvious, I'm
going to say Way of the Samurai; those words sound suitably
samurai-like, and you were obsessed with the game at RI...
Now, I summon the Concentrated Heal! Heal Dorrin's warriors with
your mighty power!
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Jellomancer
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*poof*
I am the jello of the lamp! Behold my power!
Concentrated
Heal on Alma, Shizumaru, and
Mint
*boi-oi-oi-oi-oing*
Nothing up my
sleeve... Presto! *jiggle*
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Just a
quick couple of votes as I wait for someone to post...
1
R-Vote to Shang Tsung (SOULS - an essential part of a
balanced breakfast.)
1 R-Vote to
Testament (Because you're a badass with a scythe, and all
badass scythe-weilders must advance.)
1 R-Vote to
Shizumaru (It's so rare to see a demon so SEXY.
ROWR!)
1 R-Vote to Opera (I must confess;
this R-Vote would have been Samus' if Kyle hadn't been such a cheesy
wimp, but instead, the other energy-cannon-wielding woman will have
to do.)
Concentrated Heal on Alma, Testament, and
Shang Tsung (Had I described these votes, they would have
been in the form of a giant OOC orgy. It was only Draco's pleas for
mercy that made me relent. )
Mint - 2 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability
Used Battling Under The Lord Dorrin
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Recommended listening- "Enlightenment", Vagrant Story
soundtrack.
Canto V + Sine Qua Non + Rotting
Wounds
They were all dead.
Alma stepped
into the grand chamber of Riovanes Castle, her eyes registering
things her mind would not grasp. Blood trailed everywhere, down the
steps that led to the great dining table before her, on the great
windows that showed a dark and stormy evening...on the wine-dark
carpet under her feet. An awful bronze odor, mixed with the smell of
a wild animal- a dead wild animal. Decay. The aroma nearly
overwhelmed her, but not as much as what she saw next.
Six
knights of Riovanes, lying around the dining room table- like pieces
of food that a cat had knocked off. But fallen food didn't bleed,
didn't smell of bloody excrement, didn't lie on the carpet in pools
of its own blood with its entrails carved out and strewn over its
proud capes, didn't look up at the black ceiling above with bleeding
eyes and wounds that were impossibly heavy...
'A
massacre...their wounds, just like that knight guardian in my
cell...'
"...uhn...uhnn..."
Alma felt her throat
catch, her chest jumping- whenever she was surprised, she'd get
hiccups. She sucked them back, an uncomfortable pounding setting
into her ears, but she heard the voice and knew its source. Behind
the little indoor balcony before her- someone was moaning. She
turned back once, looking into the lifeless halls for a
moment-
'For God's sake, don't look at it again, don't look
at it!'
She rushed down the steps, eager to get the image out
of her mind, but it was like running from one spot of Hell to
another. Alma grit her teeth; it was the worst she'd seen since that
day when Ramza battled Zalmo. Yet things had gone far beyond just
mortal combat- gone to...well, insanity. 'They say the circles of
hell fill to the brim with madness, after all...'
Alma
reached the bottom of the stairs, and turned her gaze away from the
bodies of the slain knights almost instantly- they were beyond even
her simple Holy Magic, beyond the aid of the amethyst-imbued staff
she held in her hand. Horrified, her eyes fell to the
right-
"Oh..."
She felt like closing her eyes, but
dared not let this sight leave her. The young Knight Blade who'd
taken her sat there, against the indoor balcony. His head rested on
his shoulder, and one glance told Alma all she needed to know. He
was blood and bruises and broken bones and body leaking its most
precious fluids, his sword shattered and stuck in his arm, and with
double quartets of horrible gashes dug into his chest. He
bled from the crown of his head, a stain on the wall behind it, and
his lips were cracked, his youthful, handsome face burning with
pain.
Dying.
'Oh...oh, God, not again...' Alma rushed
to his side immediately, her hands going to his shoulders- the armor
there burned, and she was shocked to find his green robes turned
black with char. Again, it was as though the claws that had ripped
into him were red-hot...as though with devil's fire. Still she shook
him, her heart pounding with concern. "Are you all
right!?"
Izlude's head swayed back and forth, and as he
turned his head up just a little, Alma gasped. His
eyes...
"S...sword...where is it?" Izlude wheezed, his slit,
blind eyes narrowed in their blood-caked sockets. "...must...
beat... him...please...give me some light." The sightless orbs
looked at her, and Alma felt her heart burst from some invisible
arrow. "So dark...can't see a thing..."
Alma tentatively
reached down, taking hold of his ruined hand. She kept her voice
tender, trying to choke back the horror (what monster could
blind another human being in such a way?!). "Don't worry. No
need to fight anymore..." she said, blowing gently on his mangled
brow. "It's all right...stay still, I know some
magic..."
Izlude swallowed burning blood, his lips turning up
a little at their bleeding corners. He recognized who spoke. "Tell
your brother..." he rasped, "the stone...has "evil power"... " His
body shook, and he turned his head back and forth. "He's not... my
father...the power made him... Lucavi..."
'Vormav...Vormav,
his FATHER did this!?'
Alma moaned sympathetically as Izlude
pitched forward suddenly, coughing violently. She squeezed his hand
and put her arm around his shoulders, trying to brace him, but he
only wheezed more. Alma grit her teeth, chafing a part of his
shoulder that yet remained unscathed. "Please don't try to talk..."
she whispered into his ear. "I know the power of the stone...be
still, I'm going to cast a spel-"
Izlude suddenly squeezed
her hand, with more power than she thought he had left. He turned
his head back to her, his dead eyes seeming to open and look at her
as though they yet had sight. Even blinded, the terror- the fear- in
Izlude's gaze was unmistakable. "What Ramza said was true..." he
said, sending a shiver down her spine. "The world will end... if we
don't kill him...tell everyone... not time to fight..." He wheezed,
his chest rumbling, and Alma could only whimper in panic- his death
was nearing...
"Must cooperate..." Izlude was saying. Then,
his hand loosened. "W, where's... my sword? Can't move... my
arms..."
She winced- so close to death, and he wanted to make
amends. He was thinking of fighting with Ramza, fighting against the
evil he'd helped spawn. A brave man...in another time, he and Ramza
would have been the best of friends.
Alma swallowed, the
memory slamming back into her at full force...but if she could not
heal him in time, he had to know. "Don't worry. I saw 'his' body in
the hall..." She paused, shuddering again. "My...my brother killed
him. So you don't need to fight."
"Really...?" Izlude's voice
was relaxed, light. "That's a relief...ahh..."
Alma could not
let him continue like this- death was only minutes, maybe seconds
away for him. She summoned up all her strength, meager as it was; in
her current state, her power had been all but sapped, and she hadn't
delved into any magical abilities in the last week. But years of
experience couldn't be wiped away in just a week. She clasped her
hands on his wounded chest as gently as she could. "Be still...I
know it hurts, but it will be better soon..."
Izlude shivered
under her touch, but made no response. Alma tucked her head close,
breathing gently onto his great wounds. "Ventus benignus vitae,
desuper sanas...ventus benignus vitae,
desu...desuper..."
The light was there, the spell already
complete- but the blood would not dry.
She was shocked. The
wounds on Izlude were beyond her ability to heal...
Izlude
shifted, suddenly. "The stone is... in my jacket..." he said, his
voice filled with horrible resignation. " Give it...to your
brother..."
Alma could only reach into his tattered jacket,
until her hands found a shining orb hidden close to his chest. She
pulled it out, knowing it already to be the Holy Stone Sagittarius.
When she drew it out, her little palm was coated in Izlude's blood,
but the stone itself remained crystal clear and clean. It felt like
she was holding the world in her hands- if Hell were indeed the
unfair, cold, uncaring world it was supposed to be.
She
slipped it into her shirt, near her chest, and looked to him with
her saddest smile. "I'll be sure to do that."
Izlude nodded
weakly, or perhaps his head just swayed forward a little. His hand
went loose in hers, his ravaged eyelids closing over as his brow
relaxed. He looked like a man who'd just crossed the finish line,
yet felt no pride, and all he wanted to do was-
"Rest,"
Izlude said, his voice a broken whisper as his head inched forth.
"Ugh...t-tired...sleepy...just...rest now..."
"Y...yes." Alma
drew her hands back to his hand again, squeezing it as twin tears
broke free. She watched his childlike face settle into a peaceful,
dreamy expression, and whispered to him again. "You've earned
it..."
She knew he didn't hear it. No sooner had her breath
fallen on his cheek than Izlude's head finished slacking, and a
small, almost insignificant piece of crystal fell from his tattered
lips, into Alma's palm. He died like that, his blinded eyes hidden
forever by his dark brown locks, his lips parched from his final
breath. He died in pain- pain so great as Alma would never
comprehend- but his brows remained relaxed, slightly lifted...as
though preparing to smile without actually doing so.
Alma
slid the crystal piece into her mouth, kissing it before she
swallowed it past the lump in her throat. She bent her head until
her own honey-blonde hair hid her eyes, and rested it upon his
shoulder.
'I didn't want there to be any more Tetas...I
wanted death to be as comforting as possible, yet I could not give
you even the slightest relief for your pain, Izlude Tingel. Blinded
by your own father...I'm so sorry. No one deserved the fate you were
given. I'm sorry I could not alleviate your
suffering...'
Strangely enough, Alma thought she felt the
stone shake just once when her heartbeat resumed its normal,
mournful rate.
---
The old mage was named Ziomer.
Alma had heard the legends of the Grand Wizard, Elidibs, a hero of
the 50 Years' War who had disappeared- she imagined him looking
something like this. A sage, white-bearded and crass, coursing with
venomous power. In battling Amethyst, who now lay groaning on the
courtyard grass from a lightning spell. The rest of the Five were
locked in battle- Alma caught a flash of Daisetsu battling Kashell,
and the ninja battling someone she didn't recognize, or didn't have
time to spot. The other two female warriors were off somewhere, and
she could hear the sounds of combat with them.
That left
only her and Amethyst to face Ziomer, for the
meantime.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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(Continued. Recommended listening for the battle-
"Ashley vs. Wyvern" part of "Climax of Greilands" suite, Vagrant
Story soundtrack. Or hell, any epic duel theme. )
---
This aura...it's like what I felt
back then, in Riovanes. Alma leaned on her staff, gripping the
spot on her chest where Kashell had stricken her. Ah, my power is
great...I feel twice as strong as I have at my peak- and yet, I feel
as though...as though I cannot proceed. Hah...I think Daisetsu was
wrong in saying I had the 'potential' to be a
God...
"Hmm...you're a more welcome sight," Ziomer said,
stroking his aged face. "You are a mage, yes? You're a pretty one,
you know. Like an angel straight out of paradise."
I could make him eat those words, you
know...
Be silent,
deceiver.
Trust me,
Alma...
Over a cold Hell- and your heartbeat
should ensure that, you poor liar. Alma raised her staff as she
looked back to the sage, her eyes narrowing. I'll fight him-
without your help!
"Let me talk for just this moment,
Great Sage Ziomer," Alma said. "I am a Cleric versed in Holy Magic-
I am Alma Beoulve, sister of Ramza, the Seeker of Truth- daughter of
Balbanes, the Heavenly Knight- friend to Thundergod Cid, to
Shizumaru Hisame and to Marquis Mesdoram Elmdor, to Daisetsu,
Dorrin, and Jun, and to all those who fight against you. Through the
eyes of God, I will keep your destiny free of blood!"
Ziomer
chuckled, lifting up a finger that crackled with red lightning. "A
good girl- upstanding and virtuous, like they were back in my day.
I'll spare you the fifteen-mile talk and get down to business. Shame
you'll have to die."
Alma gripped her staff, already powering
up her skills. The amethyst flashed, and she delved into an area of
her strength she'd not yet touched. A skill of the Time Mage is
to best the minute and the second by waiting- to outrun the prize
runner while yet walking. This is the Short Charge, the pinnacle of
clear, focused concentration...I will show it to you,
Ziomer!
You'll miss without my
help.
I will be here, Alma. My
aura shall pierce his.
"I'm glad," she whispered, and
then pointed her staff at the wizard. "Let's go! Dormite, hostes
mei, ubi statis!"
It was a wide-range spell, but on a
single target it was delivered with maximum focus. The Sleep spell
fell in the form of a ball of blue mist that materialized above
Ziomer's head, then slammed into him. He staggered once, as though
not expecting it- and then sagged to his knees. Alma brightened,
glad to see she was still strong enough to penetrate his
defenses-
"Huwaaah..." Ziomer looked back up, grinning.
"Sorry about that, missy. I'm just so bored today. By the way,
die."
His wand shot forward in the blink of an eye, a bolt of
'dark light' firing from it at top speed. "Venite summae
tenebrae! Come great darkness- Velvet Death!" The Death spell,
designed to strip the soul from the body and thus kill in a
heartbeat. It coursed forward in the blink of an eye-
-and
slammed full-force into Alma's chest.
Amethyst gaped as he
rose up, his eyes registering alarm as Alma fell back to the ground.
"Al- Alma!"
"Huh!" Ziomer simply dusted himself off,
turning back towards Amethyst. "Sorry about that- such rude
interruptions, these days. Now, my boy...where were
we-"
"Aahh..."
The old wizard went rigid. He turned
again, shock bringing his eyes to the size of dinner plates. The
Cleric girl, Alma Beoulve... "Impossible," he breathed. "No one has
ever survived that spell..."
Alma was back on her feet, and
unscathed. She rubbed at her chest, shaking her head to and fro- and
then touched the ponytail that fell over her shoulder, rubbing the
curious little hairband tying it up. She smiled at something that
neither Ziomer nor Amethyst seemed to see, and her staff lifted
again.
"I may fall here, Sage Ziomer..." Alma said, "but that
doesn't mean I'm going to die. No...no matter how many blows my body
sustains, I can always stand up again. I've been given so much...I
can take the same amount." She hooded her eyes, her expression
stopping Ziomer from making the slightest move. "And, another
thing...no one should have the power you have. No one should be
given that sort of power over Death, let alone treat it so
lightly...I promise, on the memory of the many touches and kisses
laid in this cloth in my hair, that I will-"
"You will mind
your tongue and die is what you will do!" Ziomer spun his dread
wand, slashing it down like a sword. "Venite summae flammae- come
the highest flames! Hellfire!" Again his spell shot forward,
this time appearing as huge twin fireballs on either side of his
long rod. They gathered on either side of him, yet he remained
unscathed, and then they rocketed forward in a huge pillar of
streaming red fire.
Alma was ready.
"Per animam
meam," Alma said, stretching her staff out low in one trembling
hand as the fire slammed into it, "dira te rectus
volutare!
Through my heart, I twist the curse back at
you!
Her body charged with deep purple light, which the
fire coursed through as it came upon her. But her clothes only
singed, and tore slightly where Kashell had stripped away part of
her shirt. Her arm lifted up high, her palm outstretched as her body
shuddered from the magnitude of such a high-level spell- and from it
belched the same hellfire, indeed mimicking the command of her words
as it twisted back upon Ziomer.
The sage grimaced, insulted
at having to dodge his own spell. Yet for one so old, Ziomer was
well-renowned for being one of the fastest men of his day. He burst
in a dash to the side as the fire crashed into the spot where he'd
once been, smoke and flame belching into the air. Ziomer was but a
blur in that conflagration, however, and his swoop came back around
towards the Cleric. If he hit her with his wand, he could kill
her-
"Vente, palle ad silentiam, et lux, da nobis
potestatem! Venite Shiva!"
What the- a Reflect spell
into a Summon!?
Ziomer skidded to a halt- it was nothing
serious, just a low-level eidolon of the Ice element. It appeared
behind Alma's figure in a tuft of cold smoke, but gods, was it
bright. Azure veils danced around pale blue, naked flesh, as an
entity in the guise of a voluptuous young woman with long navy hair
came forth. Her bare hips rolled seductively as she passed the
concentrating Cleric, but Ziomer was not distracted- until he looked
into her eyes. Deep, and cerulean, and bright enough to make him
pause...
Then her dancing figure cupped her hands
together, and she blew once-
diamond
dust
Ziomer set up his barrier at the last instant, a
great wall of flames rising up in front of him. Yet the blow was
heavy and harsh, stronger than he'd anticipated; a powerful surge of
holy ice battered his protective shell, sending steam and smoke back
into his face as the huge gust of wind carried shards of frost
through the fire. He braced himself against the ground- everything
was blue and red and heat and cold for that confusing moment. He'd
known she was a Time Mage, and had some skill in ailment magic...but
a Summoner?
He had to act quickly. Luckily, he had a spell
she couldn't block. Ziomer smiled as the smoke parted to
reveal Alma- alone, and without her precious eidolon. His figure
glowing with an ominous gray aura, Ziomer placed his wand upon both
his forefingers. "I summon the Aura...the murmur and croak of Death
and Despair in my Wan-"
"Vermillion Sand!"
He
stopped, suddenly, as the purple-robed Amethyst rose up and cast his
spell. Ziomer straightened at first, then snorted- the spell was
nothing to concern himself with. He braced himself against the
ground, the winds battering his robes and offering a slight breeze
up his legs, but doing little more.
At least, until it kicked
the smoke back into his eyes.
"Aagh!" Ziomer waved the smoke
away quickly, struggling to focus again- he couldn't sense the
Cleric, there was something wrong with her spiritual self, and the
only way to nail her was to see her. His wand at last cleared
the smoke aside-
I'm taking it from
you, old man.
What the... Ziomer narrowed
his eyes, his wand at the ready as the figure of Alma suddenly
restored itself. Who speaks?
Why...I'm your angel out of paradise, mm? And it's
time to take you home.
"Deus venti, tace
inimicos! Venite Silf!"
Alma was there again, her free
hand in front of her chest and her staff raised to the heavens. The
wind sent her skirt billowing to the side, her hair caught in a
great breeze that Ziomer thought smelled of...cherry? The sage
frowned again, deciding to skip the barrier and fry her this time.
As fast as she was with her Short Charge, he was
faster-
"Shh..."
Ziomer heard the whisper in his ear,
and he looked up- and there was another entity floating above him. A
beautiful woman, like Shiva, but this one was petite, a pixie. Her
elven ears were long and delicate, adding to the cute and innocent
charm of her young face. She was dressed in a revealing magenta suit
that left her shoulders and collar bare, running down over her trim
figure. She had detached sleeves, as well, and on her biceps, arms,
and legs, there were golden gauntlets shaped like keys.
She
hovered in the air quickly, giggling at him, and then spun once,
vanishing into sparkling mist- mist that fell over him. Ziomer
blinked in utter confusion, then looked to Alma with an amused
smirk. "Well, my dear, if you're trying to kill me with pretty
women, you..."
He stopped. He spoke again, "well, my dear, if
you..."
Nothing was coming out of his mouth. Every word he
spoke echoed only in his mind, and in that moment, he felt his power
waver.
Alma gazed at him intently, and placed her staff on
the ground again. In that quiet, powerful voice of hers, she spoke
to him what he feared hearing the
most.
"Silence."
--- 1 A-Vote to the Five
(cram THIS rod up your ass, Ziomer! XD)
1 R-Vote to Opera
Vectra 1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung 1 R-Vote to Ky
Kiske
And I'll take the 1 A-Vote burn. This is a damn
good tournament and I'm more focused on my story than winning
because of the amazing atmosphere. I don't know if I've said this
yet, but you've all wowed me with your stories- each of you deserve
to go on, and I'll be voting for you in the semis and finals. ^_^
Good luck!
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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In which Shang
Tsung joins the fray...
The
demon-spawned gate opened, and Shang Tsung... No, Anetheron the
Destroyer, ruler of all that I survey! ...stepped into the scene
of a chaotic battle. An old man, a mage by his appearance, was
fighting a cleric girl and a younger mage.
Shinobi,
Gemini, Thaumaturge, Paladin... These are like constellations from
Outworld. Strange, that. But, it seems like the battle is raging...
And more importantly, some souls can be gained
here...
Quite a bit of magic was being thrown around,
some of it healing in nature. I remember! That scimiar-wielder
used a technique to copy spells... What was it again? Ah, I
remember! SPIRIT PATTERN! The magic wrapped around his body,
though it also affected some others, as well...
With that,
Shang Tsung stepped forward, striding to the twins. The more active
one was already busy, but the other was sitting back quietly,
looking at Shang Tsung with an interested gaze.
"You're
interesting... I sense more than one mind in your brain, and that
body certainly doesn't belong to you. No... it belongs to some lord
or master, not a shapeshifter such as yourself."
The demonic
sorcerer gritted his teeth. "This form is mine by right, and I have
unlocked all of its powers! Behold the strength of Anetheron the
Destroyer, master of the Nathrezim!" With this, he raised his
finger, and the Finger of Death came out from it
again.
The girl was quite surprised. "That... actually
hurt... But you will not get another hit on me!" Her eyes
widened, and seemed to glow a bright, bluish color.
Suddenly,
Shang Tsung could hear his curtain of souls tear aside, and the
mental probe of that girl broke through. The sorcerer tried
to raise his defenses again, but the girl's mind was too quick, and
she immediantly acted on the part of him that she feared
most.
Shang Tsung could feel his body return to normal. The
hooves became shoes, the horns receded, his hair returned, and the
great wings also shot back into his shoulders. But, it was the loss
of power that Shang Tsung mourned most. His own body seemed so pale
and weak by comparison...
So, he gathered his energy, and
fired a soul at the girl. "I shall make you pay for
this!" ---
1 A-vote to the Four (Five).
I use
Spirit Pattern to mimic Mint's Concentrated Heal. The targets are
Mint, Mal'Ganis, and Shizumaru.
Shang Tsung is combating
Miriko
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Maester of Monsters
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*yawns*
Gods, I have oversleeping. I'll just
throw my votes out before getting down to the duel, once I decide
who to fight.
Daisetsu ability: Distance Charge, on Yuri and
Testament.
Kashell ability: Spirit Pattern to copy Mint's
Concentrated Heal (the last ability was another Spirit Pattern, but
I don't think mimicking a mimic ability counts)
Powered-up
A-Vote to the Five! ("Four, Sir!") ("Four!")
R-Votes to
Testament, Shang Tsung. 'Concentrated Heal' doubled R-Votes on Sol,
Ky, Mal'Ganis.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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"The
game’s up, Testament."
He heard the voice of his opponent,
the silver swordsman, coming from behind and ABOVE him. His eyes
widening, he looked to the blade of his scythe...and saw Elmdor
standing on the blade, his sword stabbed into the
blade.
What in the seven hells?! How can this
be?
And then Elmdor leaped, ripping his blade up out of
the scythe...leaping at Testament. Stunned and unable to use his
weapon momentarily, there wasn't much Testament could do in the
split second before Elmdor slammed into his back, sending them both
flying off the ruined roof of the palace. Both screaming cries of
rage, they fell...for those two warriors, time itself seemed to slow
down as they continued their battle, exchanging punches, kicks,
elbows, and knees, attempting to determine the answer to the only
question that really mattered at this point; who would hit bottom
first. Finally, it seemed Elmdor gained the upper hand with a solid
kick to Testament's chest. The Gear dropped lower, and it seemed
that he would be the one to slam into the ground below first,
cushoning Elmdor's fall. But Testament had a different idea. His
free arm lashed out, creating a Zeinest in midair, about 20 feet up.
With a mental command, he immediately triggered the trap around
himself, stopping his fall dead. A horrified Elmdor continued to
drop, falling past Testament. Reaching out, he managed to snag the
Gear's ankle, wincing in pain as the sudden stop wrenched his
arm...and then the Zeinest ripped.
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The old man's
face twisted from a look of silent horror to a building rage.
Reaching into his cloak, he withdrew a small vial, downing it before
anyone could try to stop him. His eyes bulged for a moment...then he
coughed. Aloud. His voice hoarse, Ziomer spoke again, his ancient
face twisted into a mocking sneer...
"Echo Screen...no mage
should ever be without it! Mwahaha...eh?"
It was only then
that he noticed the shadow over him...only then that he thought to
look UP.
---
Testament and Elmdor hit the ground at
roughly the same time. Thankfully, the Zeinest had helped to reduce
the speed of the impact considerably; thus, both warriors suffered
only minor damage on the impact. In fact...the landing wasn't nearly
as hard as it should have been. Neither warrior stopped to ponder
this fact, though; both came quickly to their feet, their eyes
watching each other like hawks, neither noticing the shocked looking
Alma standing nearby. Finally, the black clad Gear spoke, his voice
seething.
"Enough! Continuing this fight is pointless. If
you truly wish to find death, seek me out later and we shall finish
this...but for now, let us table this issue and shed the blood of
those who truly deserve it!"
"...agreed."
The
two warriors turned, heading off to join the battle with the
remaining Three. It was only then that the Fourth, the one who had
so kindly cushioned the fighters' fall with his body, managed to
speak...
"Ohhhh...my feeble old man
hip..."
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1 D-Charged A-Vote to The
Four(Now better known as the Three? XD) 1 R-Vote to
Mint.
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Heaven or Hell?
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*looks
at votes*
...ow.
Last A-vote to the boss, Strafed Fire
to the boss, removing a R-vote from Alma.
I'll hit the boss
in a bit.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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In this entry....
Absolutely
nothing. Can't think of a single darn thing to write. Nice job with
the duel, though; Draco. There's been very little story posts besides the bosses,
and I'm not messing with that; not only is it not Mal'Ganis's style
to jump into anything, it's also boring to do what everybody else
is. So... here's the rest of the votes.
A-vote to Ky.
Hey, man; at least you're in good company.  Clarification: Complaining about your apparent demise
in a tourney, then attempting to get people to change old votes in
your favor, and complain when someone A-votes you anyway =
A-vote to Opera.
R-vote to Mint. (As
requested.) R-vote to Yuri. (Not as though it'll do any
good. :/ You had a good run, though; Slip; and you did a heck of a
lot better work than me in this one.)
Looking forward to the
semis. Put on a good show for us. 
"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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...ok,
so I got a little annoyed, Wayne. But I never asked anyone to change
their votes. Please get your facts straight.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Kiske 5:6 -
The Midnight Carnival
The
battle raged - and Ky's eyes turned to one thing.
Kotetsu.
"Shizumaru-san!"
Japanese.. must
protect Japanese...
"Man, that's a big
sword!"
These thoughts flashed through his head - the last
coming from Jason next to him.
Ky scowled. "Jason..
merci again for your help. It seems our battle is here.. will
you fight with me?"
Jason grinned. "Sure, Ky. I'll help
however I can."
And the two charged
in.
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Shizumaru - no, Ameki, jumped swiftly out of
the way, his blade wavering, looking for somewhere to strike.
Kotetsu's claymore smashed into the ground beside him once more, and
the young boy siezed an opportunity, sprinting forward, sword
whipping around - and the ninja wasn't there, somersaulting high
into the air. A spray of kunai flew down from Kotetsu's outstretched
hand, one ripping into the sleeve of Shizumaru's kimono. The demon
growled...
... "Stun Edge!" - and a bolt of lightning smashed
into the ninja's side, taking him completely unaware. As Kotetsu
dropped to the ground, Ameki turned to glare at Ky. "This... is.. MY
fight!" he growled, and Ky smiled.
"No. This is everyone's
fight, for everyone wishes to survive. Whether you have fallen along
the way, or clawed your way back up from the depths, this where it
comes down to it. This is our mission, and he is our enemy - and we
have to stop him together!"
Behind him, Jason grinned. This
was more like it - end game now, everyone rallying together to
defeat the boss. Even the kid over there - although Shizumaru didn't
look too thrilled... but that wasn't the time to worry about things
like this, as Kotetsu was retaliating, his sword slicing through the
air towards Ky, who blocked it, his muscles straining, with the
Fuuraiken.
Shizumaru growled, and struck, sword sinking into
the ninja's back. Kotetsu screamed, and vanished into smoke, seeping
away from the sword, reforming behind - "Jason!"
Jason spun
round, before a fist knocked him across the ground - he slid across
the plaze to smack into a wall. "Jason!" Ky screamed, launching
himself at the ninja - but his attacks were blind now, in his rage,
and the ninja parried them easily. Shizumaru launched another volley
in, and Kotetsu swung his sword around, throwing them both away from
him.
The ninja smiled, a flat smile. "You three are not
enough to defeat me.. for I am far more powerful than my brother!" -
and then he pitched forward, stumbling and turning to face his new
assailant.
"Reckon you can handle four of us then?"
Yuri Hyuga was the most welcome sight Ky Kiske had ever
seen.
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Sorry 'bout the crapness there... I don't
know enough about Shizumaru and Jason to write them well. Curley,
you said you wanted Jason to get beaten up... heh.
Sorry
'bout the double post. Over to you, Slip.
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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No, Baka; you didn't. What I saw, though; was
you complaining, Dry and Slip both agreeing to change their votes on
your behalf; and you thanking Dry (didn't see any reply to Slip; but
then, I think he changed his again) for it. I calls 'em as I sees
'em, and I'm pretty sure I have my facts in order.
In truth I
put the votes the way I did to see what your reaction would be; left
to my own devices I'd have A-voted Yuri (since Slip is going out no
matter what) and R-voted you (since with some work on your part you
might just be back in). However, you didn't surprise me, so
they stand.
It's not singling you out, though. Next round I
fully intend on hitting Carly and/or Luna (not to single those two
fine ladies out; but are the prime offenders that come to mind) from
beyond the grave if they continue their antics; and anyone else that
continues complaining about getting voted out or whatever. If one
thing galls me about these tournaments, it's the inevitable
politicking in the attempt to "win."
"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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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
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Dan
vs. Minako!
FIGHT!
Dan stood toe to toe with a beautiful young woman,
garbed in full ninja clothing. An aura of power seemed to be
released from the young foe, but Dan remained unimpressed. A bitch
is still a bitch.
Dan: Well well, so you're the ho these
losers have been so afraid of. I don't see anything
special.
Minako: Well, you have much to learn, foolish
one.
Dan snarled and made a running charge at Minako, who
dashed to the left, easily dodging the Pimpmasta. Dan used the
momentum of his charge to make a backflip towards the ninja,
swinging his cane. However, Minako easily parried it out of the way.
She came up to Dan with an uppercut to the stomach.
HOLY
SHIT!!!
It felt as if every organ in Dan's body was
ruptured at once. He fell to his knees, his hands on the ground to
give him support. He began coughing up blood, a drop of which landed
on his jacket. Suddenly, his eyes became red with rage.
Dan:
YOU BITCH!!!
Dan reared his palm back, as a cloud of baby
powder surrounded it. Enough was enough.
Dan:
SHINKUUUUUUUUUU....PIMPSMACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When the
cloud of powder dissipated, the young ninja was on the floor, a
large, red mark on her cheek. *** A-Vote to the
Four
Nobody messes with the coat.
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
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SRK.com for it, and its status will be
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Wayne
- ...fair enough.
I stand destroyed by my own actions.
(PS, I did ask Slip not to change his vote, but he did it
anyway - but I'm not gonna justify myself anymore. I'll take the
burn )
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
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Damn.
Nearly missed the whole round. Well, I assume that sidekicks aren't
affected by whole personality reversal,
so:
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Yuffie stretches with a
yawn as she gets out of bed. After that battle with some Kashell,
she was left exhausted and hurting. Then after some guy with a sword
talked inside her head, she was warped to some other place again,
and separated from the people she met. After wandering around, she
was able to stay in a hotel, with some money that she swiped from
somewhere.
"Much better," Yuffie says cheerfully.
Now
rested, Yuffie decides to take a look around wherever she ended up
in. She opens a window, and after a look around to evaluate her
position, then she jumps through and lands on top of a nearby
building.
Hopping over roof tops, she finds that this town is
very clean and orderly. There are plenty of shops, some appearing
interesting and she would have taken some time to take a look, has
she not notice some of the people that were wandering around. She
recognizes them as some of the ones that were in the city that was
being attacked. Yuffie follows them, figuring that she'll probably
end up seeing that guy who might be able to send her back home. She
assumed correctly, spotting him with the rest as they enter a
palace. She then follows them inside.
As soon as she enters,
she is surround by heavy mist. It clears up immediately as she
continues forward, and Yuffie finds the people she was following
engaged in battle with five others. Four, Yuffie corrects herself,
seeing as one of them, an old man, is laying on the ground and being
trampled.
"Here we go again," Yuffie says, shaking her head.
She readies herself for battle.
"Ha!" Yuffie sends her
Conformer spinning towards a woman in armor. Minako notices the
shuriken heading for her and manages to dodge just in time. Yuffie
jumps up and catches the Conformer in the air as it returns. Then
she hits the ground running, joining the
battle.
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A-vote to the
Five/Four/Three/Whatever
R-Vote to Jun R-vote to
Mal'ganis
1 A-vote left 1 R-vote left
EDIT:
I really should make sure I read and understood all the posts. I got
out of sync of the fighting. 
Anyway, Yuffie is fighting Minako and
Miriko.
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Cue
song: Lunar 2: Eternal Blue - Boss Battle
Moby? was
the thought that soared through King's head. While she and Rogue
struggled against Minako, picking herself back up after Dan's pimp
blitz, she caught a glimpse of the alternative musician studying the
battle between Shang Tsung and Miriko.
...that bitch is a psychic. It's obvious. Those are ESP
waves.
What the man Yuri said...fighting as a means to
an end. Alright.
Bruce dashed towards Dan Hibiki, who was
celebrating his premature victory.
"YAHOOIE! I whipped that
bitch's ass, all for you POPS!" Bruce took his hand, and placed in
it the MP3 player.
"You're Joe's friend, right? You'll want
this."
"An MP3 player? Nice shit!" Dan switched the device
on.
Cue song: Scarface - No Tears
The Gray Hulk
tapped in, and turned back and gave Dan a thumb's up.
"Hey.
Watch me whup this bitch."
"You're gonna whup that bitch?
Fresh-as-fuck!"
Joe Fixit returned to the battle between
Shang Tsung and Miriko. The sorceror began to weaken the psychic
with a pure soul projectile, but Miriko found her strength in her
chain ball, binding Shang down for a few seconds.
KUSANAGI! Start reading your shitty
poetry!
FUCK you. *ahem* My
mother plowed for me a rice field. She worked her hands to the bone,
but against darkness she acted as my shield. My mama loved
me.
LOUDER!
I SAW MY FRIEND DIE BEFORE MY EYES. I COULD NOT DO
ANYTHING, MY PAIN I TRIED TO EMPHASIZE. BUT I TRIED TOO HARD TO
MOURN HIS DEATH, I COULD NOT BECAUSE I ... DID NOT LOVE HIM...
The Gray Hulk strangled Miriko, his own presense
undetected.
"The...who're you?!" demanded the psychic. Joe
Fixit only strangled harder; but Miriko teleported before he could
snap her neck.
She'll probably try and
land on top of us. We need to change our mass, now! Kyo, you're
in! Joe tossed Kyo by force into the fray, and just as he
had predicted, Miriko landed on top of where the Gray Hulk's back
used to be. She fell, but Kyo caught her with a backfist to the
gut.
"...ugh...I felt that! ... What an
adorable excuse for a strategy you've developed!" Miriko
picked herself up, taking her ball and chain and transforming it
into the Dominarin, a tiara.
"And what a cute little magic
trick for such a cute little girl, hmm?" Kyo responded. "Who the
hell are you? Sailor Fucking Moon? Gonna cut me up with your little
tiara?"
Shang Tsung was subsequently freed of the ball and
chain and rushed Miriko to knock her down, but she began using
powerful psychic waves to push him back.
"What? Pathetic
cowardice!" The sorceror roared.
"You die later. But..."
Miriko faced Kyo. "...I couldn't feel your mind anywhere. Why is
that?"
"Shut the fuck up and come at me already!" Kyo
shouted with utmost impatience, tapping his foot, and taking his
hand to his mouth in a faux pas cigarette motion. "Shit! I need a
cig!"
"Your head must be a curious one. I'll see what's
inside." Miriko took her hand to her head and disappeared,
teleporting...into Kyo's mind. What she found was a room of pure
crystal, as if she had been transported into the center of a
diamond. Kusanagi was on a center platform, taking the control,
while Bruce Banner, the Savage Hulk, the Gray Hulk, and the
Professor were standing around him observing the
action.
...she's
here.
Well, what do you know; a
visitor. I'm sorry madame, but you simply do not have an inkling of
a chance of survival here...for you see, we are in our
element.
"But, in your mind, you see, I am free to
toss you gentlemen like rag dolls while my psionic link with my
sister is rendered...severed."
The
other girl! You share the attacks rendered onto each
other!
"And we both benefit from the temporary
disconnection."
What?! She's
here?! Kyo stepped down from the platform; but in doing
so, he fell asleep outside.
"A stupid time for that boy to
fall asleep," muttered Shang Tsung.
Miriko took off her
tiara, rendering it into a primitive ball and chain once more. She
swung it full force at the Gray Hulk. Briefly stunned, he grabbed
the ball while the Hulk sucker punched her. Miriko flew for just an
instant when she teleported right behind the Hulk, she shot out a
spiritual chain rendering him bound.
HULK WANT SMASH! HULK WANT
SMASH!
We need to kill that ball and chain! Once
it ensnares us, we're useless! Kyo, distract her!
On it!
Kyo dashed into battle, and
leapt over the psionic waves he predicted would be aimed at his
feet.
You need some variety in your
skillz!
Kyo was about to land with a kick to the
back of Miriko's head, but she teleported; when Kyo asked himself
where she went, Miriko grabbed him.
"What were you saying
about variety?! All you guys were doing were holding me down! ...
And I bet you were coping feels too!"
Huh?! Me cop a feel?! Never, not on a no-tit blunder
like yourself!
"'No-tit wonder?!'" Miriko, still
standing with Kyo, kicked him square in the balls.
AHH!!! The HELL you do that for?! And how the
hell should that really feel like my balls were
kicked?!
"Don't you know?! The world is in the
mind, after all; the materialism you see around you outside is
nothing more than one reluctant mind, that of one who's still trying
to convince himself that there really was a reality at one
point!"
...The world is in the mind?! These words were
familiar.
I don't much appreciate your
bullshit. The Gray Hulk, who was in hiding the whole
time, gave Miriko a barrage of fierce punches to her back, so
powerful Kyo could feel them as she still held onto
him.
OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!!! STOP
THAT SHIT, IT HURTS!
The Gray Hulk grabbed
Miriko's shoulder and quickly flung her to the cold, hard
ground.
"...I haven't felt that much pain in a long time,
Hulks."
Professor! Your healing factor
is greater than all of ours since Hulk is still on the floor. Take
control!
Of course. I'm right on
it. Outside, the Professor's body took over, transforming
from Kyo Kusanagi's form.
"...He is also well versed in the
arts of transformation? Why, I thought I was going to be lonely,"
Shang Tsung said, curiously.
"But do you know...just how
depressing it is to learn that all of this is truly your own mind's
will? That the freedom you possess is limited by your own arrogance?
If we weren't so weak, the mind would be controlled at our own free
wills."
The Gray Hulk walked over to Miriko, and dragged her
to a wall. He punched it open, as hard as he could; a gaping hole
formed, outside, in the head of the Professor.
"That's
interesting..." Shang Tsung said to himself.
Shut up. There's a real world out there; it's time you
feel it, psychic.
"Whatever..."
Joe Fixit
chucked Miriko outside; she teleported, and her psychic presence
returned as a full fledged body. The hole in the Professor's head
returned to normal, and the Gray Hulk took control
again.
"Dan, turn that MP3 player off now."
Dan
Hibiki, who'd been staring at the sky the whole time,
complied.
"Do I have to dawg? This Scarface shit is REAL."
"Yeah, it's real." Gray Hulk emphasized. He turned back to
Miriko. "Isn't it real?"
***
A-Vote! The
Five!
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Dan Hibiki can now call on Gray Hulk no
matter what form Bruce Banner is in last! Just use Cue song:
Scarface - No Tears!
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*OOC*Damn good stuff, Pin. I think I'm gonna like
this *OOC*
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
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The World Shall Be Mine!
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Quick
votes, in case I don't get this done in time...
1 A-Vote
to The Boss of Indeterminate Number (Five? Four? Three? One Hundred
and Seventeen? :P) (We will, we will ROCK
YOU!)
1 A-Vote to Daisetsu (Not like any of
them are dying in this round...)
Mint - 0 A-Votes, 0
R-Votes, Ability Used Battling Under The Lord
Dorrin
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A-vote
against the boss Pyroclasm on the boss, Dorrin and
Jun
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Yuri Hyuga II
- More Bloody Ninjas
Oh,
just great, not another bloke in black 'he who stalks the night'
clothes. Hasn't anyone around here got any originality?
"You dare to attack me from behind?" the ninja
snarled, pivoting and lashing out with his oversized fan,. "Have you
no sense of honour or decency?" The black-clothed man seemingly
ignored his previous opponents as he turned on the
newcomer.
Yuri brought his fists up as the sharpened metal
edge bit into the claws, gritting his teeth as the vast weight of
the Oriental weapon forced him back. "C'mon, look at me, "he grinned
through a clenched jaw, "fist-claws, leathers, steel toe-capped
boots? Do I really look like the kinda person to play
fair?"
His boasts ended as the ninja twisted his grip on the
great fan, touching the metal decorations around its handholds. The
Harmonixer flew backwards as kunai projected from each bar, one
thrusting into his gut and knocking him to the floor. An instant
later the vast floating claymore swooped down at him, attempting to
sever his head, scraping the ground as he bit back his pain and
rolled aside.
"Are you any better, using such a trick?" Ky
shouted, getting the ninja's attention, trying to stop him from
killing the fallen man. He was reminded of Anji as he charged,
dashing into a slide and slashing out at the man's legs. The
Thunderseal bit into the vast fan, fully three feet in height, as
the ninja thrust it into the ground and absorbed the
impact.
Before Ky could raise the Aquaseal to slash at the
man's body the ninja gripped the fan, wrenching it upwards with both
hands as the folded weapon opened up. The hurricane-level wind of
the fan's opening hurled the knight backwards, smashing his body
into a fence and splintering the wood into several large
pieces.
The ninja smirked as the great claymore shot
forwards, screeching and grating against the crossed defense of Ky's
twin weapons - Where'd he get the water sword? Yuri wondered
as he staggered to his feet - as they pressed the man into the
ground. Even from behind he could feel, almost see the man's smile
as his summoned blade forced down on the holy knight -
"You
battle is with me, Kotetsu!" a low voice rose from across the
courtyard, and as Yuri leapt forward to strike again at the man's
back - screw honour! Honour is for the rich, the bored and the
dead! - the ninja moved to counted a strike by Shizumaru. No,
not Shizumaru; the samurai's voice was almost the same, the same
throat and lips, but altered harshly by his
transformation.
"My battle is with all and none of you," the
ninja smirked, spreading the fan to block the simultaneous strike
from parasol and nodachi as the aerial demon glided with its - his -
wings. The summoned sword still bit into Ky's defense as he strained
to keep it away. "I have no personal reason to fight such weaklings
- why would I be interested in your petty lives?"
As Yuri's
claws moved to smash into the ninja's back again - at least he knew
his name now, and didn't have to suffer third-person posteuring -
Kotetsu brought one hand into his chest and made some kind of seal
symbol. Instantly he disappeared from sight, Yuri's strike thrusting
through empty air as the man vanished and reappeared in the
distance, and the Harmonixer almost collided with the descending
demon.
"Guess you got monster problems too, huh, kid? It won
over you, or are you using its power?" he asked as he launched
himself backwards, getting space between himself and Shizumaru as
Kotetsu brought the floating claymore over and hammering it into the
earth between them.
Shizumaru's chuckle, or the demon's or
whatever it was calling itself, answered Yuri's question as the
winged, white-skinned boy darted forwards and lashed out at the
ninja. This time he used the red claws that grew from his fingers;
the faster but weaker strike leapt past Kotetsu's defense and bit
fiercly into the cloth that covered his chest, leaving bloody trails
in the ninja's chest.
"You could say both or neither,
soul-binder," the semi-samurai replied mockingly as he ducked under
the fan's countering slash, striking low with Shizumaru's nodachi at
the man's legs, gliding back on his wings as the claymore homed in
on its master's attacker. "After all, this boy is part of my essence
and I part of his - nothing like you and your separate
souls."
"Nevertheless..." a voice said from behind them both,
and Yuri glanced to the side to see Ky rise again, trails of
lightning and water streaming from the blades in his hands. "If we
wish to retain our souls, our very lives, we must
fight!"
Taking that as his cue, Yuri yelled out as they both
attacked, Yuri darting in close as Ky circled the arena and blasted
arcs of lightning from one blade. Kotetsu grinned fiercely as his
claymore moved around his body, seemingly moving with a mind of its
own as it blocked every bolt while he tore Yuri's attacks apart with
the great fan. One punch got through, belting the ninja in the
shoulder, then he was thrown backward by the rising force of the fan
as the ninja thrust upwards.
Shizumaru immediately struck
again, nodachi flashing in his hand - for some reason, the demon
preferred the slashing edge of the blade to the gentle force of the
blunt parasol. Time and time again the ninja blocked the strikes
with his fan or guarded forearms, hurling Ky back with the flat of
the summoned blade, then it swooped in again to force the demon
backwards to avoid decapitation. It collapsed over Yuri's fallen
body; both demonic men had no time as the claymore moved
-
The explosion rocked the arena; Kotetsu's body lit up in
flame as something smashed into him with the force of a cannon. Both
Yuri and Ky gasped in shock at the sudden strike, although the holy
knight at least recognised the technology that was responsible. A
young boy lay against a wall, breathing heavily, smoke streaming
from both ends of a great metal weapon he'd apparently pulled from
some kind of bag.
"Jason!" the knight blurted out in relief.
"You're okay! And just in time too - "
His voice cut off as
the smoke cleared. Kotetsu was grinning, the summoned claymore
hovering in front of his body, having blocked the entire force of
the shot. It instantly shot outwards, making Jason yelp in surprise
as he threw himself to the side and abandoned the bazooka as the
claymore smashed into the wall overhead.
Dammit! We need
to get that sword out of action!
As Shizumaru and Ky
moved to attack again, striking high and low in unwilling alliance
while Jason dug into his bag for some other weapons, Yuri clutched
his hands to his head and screamed out as the usual pain of Fusion
split his temples. When the light faded the Raging Tiger stood in
his place, the humanoid cat-like figure baring its claws and flexing
its tail.
"Hmmm?" Kotetsu snickered as the humanoid leapt to
attack. "You think a transformation will give your attacks any
better chance of succeeding?" He brought the fan back in defense as
the claymore slashed outwards to attack the Fusion, intending to
tear straight through the tiger's skinny form -
"Not my
attacks," Yuri grimaced as he grabbed the summoned blade in his
arms, trying to ignore the pain its sharp edges were inflicting onto
him, and clamped down with all his telekinetic power as he struggled
to keep the claymore motionless. Normally he used the Raging Tiger's
psychic ability to throw rocks at an opponent from a distance, but
if ever there was a time for improvisation, this was it.
"Theirs."
"Now!" Ky shouted, as Yuri held the claymore still
through force of will alone, leaving Kotetsu with only one weapon to
defend himself. The holy knight seized the chance he'd been given
and leapt in with both blades, hammering the great fan down with one
and thrusting the other into the ninja's shoulder. Shouting in pain,
Kotetsu brought the fan up and knocked his attacker away, hurling a
hail of shurikens after him which sank deep into the knight's
chest.
Yuri snarled through beastly jaws as he saw the
attack, but as long as he kept clamping down on the summoned blade,
he couldn't do anything to help. Much as he wanted to tear the
bastard's throat out with his teeth, he couldn't move - the claymore
was too dangerous to be allowed free movement. He watched in
impotent rage as the samurai attacked again, drawing blood from the
ninja's legs from a kodachi's strike, then Kotetsu grinned once more
through a black mask as Shizumaru was knocked to the ground and his
fan moved to strike -
- and yelled out in unexpected pain as
a vast animal leapt down on him from above, biting and snarling and
mauling at his shoulders.
"Vader!" Jason yelled in relief as
the werewolf clung to the ninja's back, changed into a far nastier
form than usual by the darkness and duplicity of the night city they
fought in. Then as a red glow lit the ninja's eyes, his gut twisted
in fear for his friend and he tried to cry out a warning. "Get away
from him, he's danger-"
The fanboy's words cut off in a cry
of shock as Kotetsu's razor-edged fan sliced through Vader's flesh,
yelping as he fell to lie silent at the ninja's feet. "Hmmmph..."
Kotetsu snorted, looking distainfully at the fallen form, "if a boy,
a man, a half-tiger and a demon cannot take me, what chance does a
merest mutt have?"
The silence was palatable as Jason's eyes
narrowed, his voice catching in his throat in shock, then bursting
past in a cry of rage. "VAAAAADERRRRR!! I'm gonna kill you for
that!" His eyes flashed as he dug into his bag, snatching
ingredients up and clasping them together in his hands, focusing his
will tightly on the mushroom and chunk of iron and drawing out their
internal energies to mix together. Never mind the strength of the
attack - as strong as the ninja was, he'd likely survive this, but
that didn't mean he couldn't make Kotstsu
bleed.
"RAZOR DUST!" he cried out, opening his hands
and letting the power loose.
The cloud burst outwards from
the boy's hands, carrying his grief and rage and pain as blasted
towards the ninja, standing over the still body of his closest
friend. This time there was no claymore to block the blow; all four
competitors could hear the cry of shock as the razor dust bit deeply
into the raised fan, tearing it to shreds of wood and metal and
cloth, then carried on through the broken weapon and into the
ninja's body.
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Obviously Vader isn't dead, just
badly wounded - nothing a healing spell or potion won't fix. Jason
just thought he was at the time.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:01
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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R-vote to Ky.
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:03
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Maester of Monsters
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
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Heh, 83
characters over the limit...
Wayne,
I didn't change my votes because Baka asked me to - I just realised
that he (and Ex) seemed to be putting a lot into this tourney and
deserved to go through to the final, even if they've both won before
and others deserved a chance to do so. Baka made some good points in
IRC, even if he pretty bitter when he said them - kicking a good
writer down just because he's written well before seems kinda unfair
to me.
Let's not let this degenerate into a pissy fit over
the voting, aye?
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:13
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase Five (Uncertainty): Irresistible
Forces
The mace struck against the crossed gauntlets once
again, sending a resounding clang across the courtyard as Dorrin and
Minako did battle. The enormous warrior cleric sported several
injuries so far, the most significant of which was the broken arm
which hung loosely on his left side. Minako wasn't faring much
better, though; she bled profusely from several wounds, each one a
constellation of puncture wounds caused by the bite of Dorrin's
mace. The young woman smiled despite her injuries, though, a low
chuckle escaping her lips. "I didn't think an An'ven would be able
to put up such a fight. But you failed to consider one
thing."
Dorrin opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted
as a man in elabortate Oriental garb slammed into his back with an
unnatural force. The great cleric stumbled forward, only to meet the
empowered fists of Minaka dead on. The force of the blow caused the
giant man to go skidding across the ground, finally stopping in a
cloud of dust. Stunned, Dorrin looked up and saw the twin of Minako
floating a metre above the ground, her chain ball twisting around
her like a boa constrictor. Behind her, a man in a pink gi, a young
girl in a green sweater and a great green giant laid moaning in
pain, her power having been far too much for them to
handle.
"You failed to consider me." Miriko smirked as she
flexed her psionic ability once again, lifting the great cleric off
of the ground and holding him suspended in front of her. "My mind is
guided by the will of the Church..."
"...as are my fists!"
Minako ran up to the suspended warrior, drawing back her fists for
the finishing blow. "And you shall feel their righteous
fury!"
"Purple, Normal, Kinetic!" The cry rang out
across the courtyard, and Minako found herself flying through the
air. Somersaulting at the height of her flight, she managed to land
feet first. She quickly looked back at her attacker: a young girl
with red hair, holding two silver rings. "You want to talk about
righteous fury? I'm the one with the right to angry right now! All
you two have is right to feel my magic power tear you
apart!"
Miriko also turned her attention to Mint, dropping
Dorrin to the ground in the process. "Oh ho... Mint, is it? You wish
to challenge us all by yourself? Alright, then!" Focusing her mind
once again, she concentrated on Mint, lifting the young mage off the
ground as though she were a rag doll. With a wave of her hand, she
threw Mint into one of the walls of the courtyard; with another, the
princess went flying into an old fountain, the sculpture at it's
centre crumbling at the impact. The third blow was accompanied with
a sickening crack, Mint crying out in pain as she felt her leg
break.
Finally, the psionic warrior held her pinned against
the wall, as her twin approached. Minako grinned. "My sister might
have softened you up, but I'll deliver the final blow, for she knows
how much I enjoy it." Mint struggled against the psychic grip, but
was only able to watch as the warrior prepared her final attack.
"Prepare yourself for Hell, heathen!"
"Green, Hyper,
Nightingale!" The prismatic glow washed over Mint less than a
second before the great blow landed, and though it still hurt a bit
(I've never felt anything through that spell before!), Mint
remained unscathed. Using the momentary distraction to her
advantage, she cried out, "Gold, Hyper,
Ringstorm!"
Hundreds of golden rings of energy
suddenly filled the air around Mint. They hovered for a moment,
before they began to fly around at incredible speeds, guided by
their creator's thoughts. The young princess dropped to the ground
as the two sisters were both distracted by the energy rings, which
had begun to attack them. Miriko tried to deflect them individually
as them came for her, but there were too many of them for her to
deal with, and with a cry she fell out of the air, cuts
criss-crossing her body.
Minako, however, only laughed as the
rings cut across her. "Your powers aren't enough to save you from
God's wrath! I call upon you, Double-Edge! Assist me in defeating
the heretics!" Her gauntlets glowed with a golden light, and a suit
of golden armour materialized around the young woman, shielding her
from the vicious Ringstorm. Her eyes, visible through the slit in
the helmet, glowed a dull red as she charged towards Mint, her wild
bloodlust driving her to tear everything she saw to
pieces.
Can't run away on this leg... All my magic power
is spent... Oh, [expletive]...
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New Spells
Revealed! Kinetic - Purple/Normal - Delivers a powerful
telekinetic blow that drives the target back
Ringstorm
- Gold/Hyper - Golden energy rings fill the air around Mint. She can
then control them with her thoughts, though they'll dissipate if she
loses her concentration. The number of rings depends on the magic
energy used; one ring can be created with minimal energy, while
hundreds can created by using Mint's full energy reserve.
Oh,
and as for voting schemes and the like... *points at the name of the
tournament*
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:14
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The Night Beckons...
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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A lot of people are putting a lot into
this tournament. I was kind of surprised to go back and notice that
I, for one; was one of the least active "regular" participants; many
people had posted multiple times per round of generally decent
length, and the writing here has (for the most part, anyway) been a
notch above many of the old tournaments. There's easily a half-dozen
people so far who, I think; "deserve" to win.
kicking a
good writer down just because he's written well before seems kinda
unfair to me.
And like I said in IRC, I really
don't think that's what this is about. Baka's a good writer who
knows how to play the game; asking for votes, telling an interesting
story, interacting with other people, etc. In my opinion he gets
voted out right about this time because other people who are equally
"charismatic," for lack of a better word, are posting better-written
material and doing more. *shrugs* In my opinion. As cynical as I am
as regards these things, for the most part tourney
semifinalists/finalists have deserved to make it that
far.
Seriously... I can't help thinking that this is
tradition, too. Knew we couldn't have a Survivor without Wayne
bringing up something, eh? *chuckles* At least this is pretty
minor, but still... I'm reminded just how unwelcome my outspokenness
is sometimes.
*waits patiently for round to
close*
"As you can see, your people are now mine. I
will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of
Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:18
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
#1
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Due to
unforseen circumstances, I will be gone for the next 5 hours. The
round is open until then.
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:19
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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R-vote to Mint.
Aaaand I'm out
:E
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:10
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Still nothing here to see
Registered: Dec
2001 Location: Wouldn't you like to know
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"Oooooh...I feel like throwing up," Yuffie groans.
Yuffie struggles to get to her feet, her body aching all over.
Trembling, she manages to get upright. Looking around, she sees that
the sorcerer, the guy in pink, and the green giant are strewn all
over the place. Another one is sent to the ground, and now only a
lone girl is going against the twins. The woman in robes falls to a
storm of rings. However, she is still not out and appears to be
readying to rejoin her twin sister in battle.
"This is not
good! Not good at all!" Yuffie thinks frantically. "There's got to
be some way to stop them!"
Meanwhile, Miriko has gotten back
to her feet and is now manipulating her metal ball towards Mint.
Remembering the chains that shoots out of the ball, Yuffie gets an
idea. She waits until the chains from the ball appeared, then sends
her Conformer spinning through air. It flies between Mint and the
metal orb, entangling the chains as it goes. With the metal ball and
chains, the Conformer embeds itself on a wall on the far side of the
courtyard.
"Yeah!" Yuffie cries out triumphantly. Miriko's
angry gaze falls over her, and Yuffie realizes she just lost her
main weapon.
"Uh, oh." Yuffie starts to think that maybe her
plan wasn't such a good idea. Fortunately, Dorrin is up and engages
Miriko, taking the attention away from her.
Yuffie lets out a
sigh of relief. Then she gets another idea and takes out a
Hi-Potion. Yuffie pries open the green giant's mouth and pours in
the Hi-Potion down his throat. It takes effect immediately and the
giant stirs.
"Come on now, wake up!" Yuffie pats the giant's
face, then taking hold of a great green hand, helps him to his feet.
She goes over to the guy in pink and with another potion, have him
up too.
"The fight's not over! Go get 'em guys!" With a
push, Yuffie sends them back against the twin. Both comply with a
roar, eager to return the punishment they received from the twins.
Yuffie put her hands on her hips, satisfied with her job here.
Yuffie then makes her way inconspicously along the wall towards her
Conformer, hoping that nobody notices her until she has her weapon
back.
Still on the ground, Shang Tsung groans. Yuffie
completely forgot about him.
---------- R-vote to
Mint
1 A-vote left 0 R-votes left
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:00
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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How
the hell do I oversleep five hours when I woke at 6:00 PST? Damn
you need to sleep! Damn you!
*grumbles now as he has to the
other 28 posts after other two last night*
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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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:04
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Basic Lurker
Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Jason's face remained in a scowl as the dreadful
Razordust formula tore through Kotetsu's upper body, rending skin to
flesh, flesh to bone, until the cloud subsided, leaving Kotetsu's
mangled corpse on the ground. Those involved in the fight against
the ninja cheered as now there were only four of the remaining five,
Daisetsu occupying the leader, leaving three to battle. As Yuri left
to fight other foes, Ky and the possesed Shizumaru went to inspect
the corpse.
"Vader, hold on!"
Jason however, could
care less about the fight.
"Super Heal!" The healing light
started taking effect, sealing and mending the huge gash in Vaders
chest. Jason's smile at the effect vanished as the healing stopped
halfway, leaving a deep gash in the werewolf's
stomach.
"OhGod, he'sdying.
Can'tlethimdiehe'smybestfriendquickuseRevive!" Focusing on a
bone and three parts root, he called out the name of the spell he
learned from the alchemist Blimp. "Revive!"
No
effect.
"Vader!" Jason screamed, his eyes begining to burn.
"Don't be stubborn! Let my spells take effec-"
"Move!" The
shapeshifter howled, getting back up in an instant. He backhanded
his master just in time as the huge Katzbalger crashed into the spot
Jason had been but a heartbeat before.
"Heh." Kotetsu
chuckled, drawing his claymore aura out of the ground. The only sign
that the Razordust hit being a large mess of blood on his left arm
and shoulder area. "So the mongrel can speak!"
"Woof woof,
mother f***er!" Vader shot back.
"Are you alright?!" Jason
asked.
"I'm a werewolf for crying out loud! We both know the
mythology! Nothing but silver can kill me when I'm like, my mind
won't allow anything less for this form!"
"Hahahah!" Jason's
panic had been destroyed. With a new calm, the alchemist turned to
face the ninja. "I take it you dodged and used genjutsu to fake your
death?"
"Indeed. What better way to fool your opponent!"
Kotetsu smiled. It was true. They were now one man less, and if it
weren't for Vader, there would have been two less. "Nice try with
that cloud, but if that's your best, you have no
hope!"
"He's right. Whatever he can't block, or just
endure, he can dodge. Fighting close-up for me is hopeless.
Unless..." Jason flashed a grin at the rogue shinobi. "That's
one of my meanest formulas, Kotetsu! Here's one of my
nicest!"
"Hmph!" The ninja grunted, preparing for another
attack. But Jason wasn't attacking. Yet.
"Energize!" From the
right and left of the four fighters, sparks of light appeared. These
lights shot into their respective targets, giving them a ferocious
power surge. As rings of light surrounded each of them, stabilizing
the new energy inside them, a new multicolored hue glow began
emanating from Jason, Vader, Ky and Ameki. "This is my
Faaaaaaaaaavorite formula! And your about to find out
why!"
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:37
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Kiske 5:7 -
Primal Light
The
power filled Ky, filled his soul, suffused his entire existence. As
his strength came back, his power rising again, he looked at the
ninja, Kotetsu.
"Villain.. you and your church are wrong.
This entire situation is wrong, and I no longer know who is in the
right - but I will be damned if I don't fight til the end for the
cause I follow. And right now, there is no future for you on God's
earth.
I may fallen far, over this course of this day - but
I am only human, and I know now that to be human is to be flawed. To
live is to make mistakes, and to fight is to know that one day, you
will lose.
Today, I lost.
And I will - not - make
that mistake twice in one day!"
Calling upon his new reserves
of strength, Ky closed both hands around the Fuuraiken. Shizumaru
and Jason stepped forward, but Ky shook his head. "I cannot kill
this man, but I can play my part - and that part I wish to play
alone."
Kotetsu grinned. "Done tal-" he appeared behind Ky,
fist extending to knock Ky flying - "king? I am." Saying this, the
ninja lept to the attack, fan swinging around to hit Ky - and Ky
wasn't there either, springing backwards, his new power giving him
the speed, the edge he needed - and he doubled back, slicing into
the ninja with his blade. Kotetsu's claymore smashed into Ky's back,
flinging him down, but he sprang back, re-assessing the situation.
I need to avoid that blade..
Aha.
Firing a Stun Edge, Ky followed up with a low sweep -
Kotetsu kept up with his every move, blocking blow for blow for
blow, forcing Ky back again. The ninja laughed. "You're strong,
knight, but you aren't anywhere near my level! Kage Bunshin no
Jutsu!" Splitting into five, the ninja attacked from all sides - and
Ky was ready. He'd seen this attack performed before, and he knew
what to do. Blocking their attacks, he raised the Fuusuiken - "Ride
the Wave!" - and water exploded from around him, throwing them all
away. "Icicle Edge!" he shouted, spinning to fire shards of ice into
the five - it wasn't enough to stop them, but it gave him the time
he needed.
Casually, he discarded the Fuusuiken. "Jason!
Take care of that until I need it again!" What he had in mind now
would take only one blade -and he needed no distractions. Taking a
deep breath, he dropped to one knee, reaching inside himself to pull
out his last drops of power. This technique was the last thing Kliff
ever taught him - and he could not keep it up for long. Amplifying
his strength, so it sapped his energy. He would have... not long. A
red glow surrounded him, and his mind cleared.
Calm.
Looking around, he smiled serenely at the ninja as they
closed in one last time. Almost in slow motion, he felt himself
raise the Fuuraiken, holding it level with his face in the
ceremonial style.
The ninja reached him.
"AEGIS..
HIGH!"
The Fuuraiken exploded in a storm of lightning,
engulfing all the ninja - and Ky shot up into the air, a miasma of
power lighting up the night sky. One-by-one, the ninja copies
vanished, leaving Kotetsu trapped infront of him. High in the air,
the power vanished, and Ky stared into Kotetsu's eyes. "This is ...
my last attack." As the upward motion faded, and they began to fall,
Kotetsu smiled. "Nothing you can do is enough to more than scratch
me, little man."
"Is that so?"
Ky smiled again, that
serene smile, even as his powers slowly ebbed from him, and the
sword flashed out again, another storm engulfing both men. "Ride the
LIGHTNING!" He rushed forward, grabbing at Kotetsu, dragging him
forward as the electricity played on the man's eyes, teeth, bones -
but he wasn't finished. At the last second, all the power
disappeared, sucked into Ky's shining blade.
"Ultimate
power... " The blade shone brighter and brigher... RISING... "
Kotetsu's eyes widened in realisation - "FORCE!"
The sword
burst out, spewing lightning into Kotetsu, a burst so powerful Ky
felt like a comet in the night - truly the Lord smiled on him at
this moment. The Fuuraiken pierced Kotetsu's chest, electricity
still spewing out infront of him, a spear of holy lightning throwing
the ninja back, down to the ground.
Ky dropped.
Landing on the ground, he looked over at Kotetsu - the ninja
coughed, standing up - as he watched, the ninja's wound closed,
sealed with power from his arising Aura - but blood dripped from his
head, his clothes were singed and burnt, and one arm hung limp. Ky
sighed contently. His power was spent... but he had made a
difference. Maybe now, the light would prevail...
He could
feel Jason grabbing at him, wishing life back into him, and he
smiled. "I will be alright.. just let me...
sleep..."
Darkness.
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That's me out
for the round, stuff to do. I'll be back to see how Carly finishes
our ninja, and how badly I've died
For those not in the know, I just mixed and mashed
up Ky's movelists. Aegis High, Ride the Lightning, Rising Force (his
Instant Kill, although it hasn't instantly killed anyone.) Not
possible in the game, but this ain't a game... or is it? 
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:52
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Martian Successor
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
For
any uninformed readers, it should be noted that this is the very
vital part of New School Survivor Tournaments where at least 25% of
the remaining "living" contestants become ultra-angsty, and start
whining, bitching, and in every imaginable way being annoying as
shit concerning votes and/or winning. By the end, you'll probably
see at least 1 person go into nervous breakdown mode because he/she
lost.
O how fragile some people's egos are.
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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Cue
song: El Hazard: The Wanderers - Overflowing
Captain Falcon
rushed into the action as if he were being trailed by freshly
castrated bulls. Dashing right behind him was Tingle; Falcon's pimp
training was complete.
"Whoa, I can feel it! The real, truly,
ultimate power!!!" Falcon leaped into the air, did a triple
somersault, and landed with perfect balance, all the while saluting
no one in particular.
THIS MESSAGE BROUGHT TO YOU BY:
BAYER.
The man they were after was Dan Hibiki, who was
patiently sitting on the sidelines of the greatest battle any of
them had ever witnessed.
"Hey, Danny boy! Turn around and
look at me!" Dan did so, and was surprised to see Falcon decked out
in a white fur coat, a ganja cigar in his mouth, a Pepsi and a Coke
in his hands, and a white feathered hat. "My training's
complete!"
"Hmm...this is impressive! Okay; maybe we can talk
about a Shotopimps endorsement spot for you after all." Dan said
smiling. "Hey, will you look at that? Joe's out there, and he just
took on this chick."
"Joe's there? Why, this is most
fortunate! I managed to pick up a gift just for him. An odd looking
pimp cane, encrusted with the finest jewels! Sharpened at one end,
and filled to the brim with feathers on the other! It's a beauty,
she is." Tingle announced, sniffing at the end. "It's a tear jerker.
... Kind of small though."
The Gray Hulk took a breather
from the battle and came to talk to his comrades, who were patiently
sitting on some chairs under a nice umbrella.
"If it isn't
my old posse. How's shit?"
"We just found this little pimp
cane. We just thought you'd love it!" announced Falcon. They placed
it in Joe Fixit's hands, who was flattered.
"...this is nice,
guys."
It's
glowing.
They don't seem to notice it.
Wait, don't tell me this is the last...fuck. This is
the last instrument, isn't it?
This
ain't a pimp cane. This...
"...is a paint brush.
But I'll cherish it anyway. Good looking out for me. If you excuse
me, I need to, uh, take a piss."
"Don't take too long Joe!
We've got some bitches to slap just for all this shit!" Dan
hollered. Joe went and hid in a remote area and placed the final
rose quartz ring into a small hole on the side of the brush. ... Of
course, it reacted.
Cue song: King of Fighters '96 -
Esaka
"How does a paintbrush play a song? Oh, whatever,
whatever." Kyo muttered to himself. Transforming from Joe Fixit, Kyo
stepped out, and took another look at the world.
The mind is the world, huh? IDIOTS! The world is
everything but! Kyo pounced right back, looking for some
action, but, he was stopped by a short figure; a robot, who raised
his hand.
"Going somewhere? You'll probably want some back
up; I am the great warrior Air Man!"
"Air Man?! Why
the hell haven't I seen you before?!" Kyo
shouted.
"Because...I am far too powerful to use my powers
liberally. But now is a different time! Posthaste!" Before Kyo
and Air Man were off, Kyo's shoulder was tapped by another. A tall
man, a popular subject in the US martial arts circuit.
"Hey,
I'm Allen Snyder. Aren't you Kusanagi? Yeah, yeah, I know it's you;
don't speak. After this mess is over, we're fightin'!"
"Alright, then," responded Air Man.
Loser!
"Now, we go to kick ass!"
Kyo led the charge, and for the first time, Snyder and Air Man join
the battle!
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Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:49
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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Glad
to see the no-shows are finally getting some use. I should be
writing something, but I'm not sure if Kyo will abruptly cut me off
or not.
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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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
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Re: PUBLIC
SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
quote:
Originally posted by S-Chicken Boner For any
uninformed readers, it should be noted that this is the very vital
part of New School Survivor Tournaments where at least 25% of the
remaining "living" contestants become ultra-angsty, and start
whining, bitching, and in every imaginable way being annoying as
shit concerning votes and/or winning. By the end, you'll probably
see at least 1 person go into nervous breakdown mode because
he/she lost.
True. It's really kinda funny.
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
#1
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Round
closed, voting-wise.
Everyone still has an hour for
story-related things.
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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I'm
starting to remember
things.
....
Unfortunately....
....I don't like
any of it. Ironic, really, since I seemed to have enjoyed myself at
the time. From what I can tell, which really isn't a whole lot. It's
mostly flashes, bits and pieces, single images. Like a slideshow in
class. Except I don't want to learn any of this.
....well,
actually....it depends on the information I'm being "taught" here.
If I can remember that we didn't go any further than where we were
in that park, fine. Still disturbing, but relieving. If, however, I
learn that we did something we shouldn't have....then I'd like to
remain ignorant please. Please....
Some of it is sensory
memory too, feelings. The way the skin on his palm felt when he
cupped my cheek....the way his hair smelled....the faint taste of
chocolate on his lips when we kissed....the sensation of his arms
around me, and his hands....where my hands were....too many things
to count, and all of them things I'd rather not think about, much
less tally.
Tria....oh Tria, why? We didn't even know each
other! We'd only just met the day before....why would we....do
whatever we did? What possessed us to do such things, and caused our
memories to be so sparse, full of holes? I just don't understand. I
mean....it's not like Vincent isn't attractive - and I have GOT to
stop letting thoughts like that into my brain, because it's not
helping one damn bit - but he's nearly a stranger to me. And I to
him. Like I said....we'd only just met. And besides
that....Ern....the whole reason I was where I was before I got
warped here. I love him, and....I can't begin to wrap my muddled
mind around the idea of betraying him. I love him, no matter how
exasperating and solitary he can be, and I....
....Whatever
happened between Vincent and I....
....It wasn't right. It
wasn't me.
....was it?
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