DarkBlade77
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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"Dragon Install!"
Though the words were spoken as
a mere shout, they felt several times louder than they should have,
echoing off the trees as if a giant had screamed them. Daisetsu
placed up his hand to shield his face from the onrush of wind that
blasted out at him, and his senses also screamed--that this man had
drastically risen in sheer spiritual power from just a few moments
ago. Being the link to his original world, the guerilla commander
could sense the streams of spiritual energy that were feeding this
man--Sol--'s power widen by a bit, acting like conduits rather than
straws.
Is this the trait the books mentioned? He's picked
up much more power than he even orginally had before he came here...
I can feel it.
Sol stood back a bit further, his arms
spread back, his hands retracted in a strict pose as if he was
grasping on to something with all his might, his mouth wide open in
a deafening roar that shook their surroundings for a moment. And in
that second, Daisetsu could see some shadow juxaposed with the
combatant's body, like a demon.
It's like an Aura, except
the base is much, much different... I would ask what this man is,
but that's just a foolish question.
Good, you understand that. Now contest it. Bring that
other side of you out. And me with it...
Don't
be foolish. I don't need either of those right now--
He
barely registed the shift in movement. On reflex, his head twisted
to the side--
--Barely dodging Sol's punch. The empowered
Badguy gave a cocky grin and then snapped two kicks to Daisetsu's
midsection, which he managed to block in time. However, they were
just part of a windup from his other leg, arcing downwards in
midair--
"Bandit... Revolver!"
--slamming into his
guard with concussive force, blasting him away a few feet though his
feet had dug into the ground. Daisetsu gritted his teeth as his back
leg muscles burned from the effort of keeping him standing.
Immediately, his hands flew to his katana, the former wrapping
around the hilt in a snake-like fashion while the other held down
the sheath with much more force than necessary. He sensed that
flicker of movement again, and his arms burned as well as he
utilized the Kassatsu Ittou Ryuu school of technique to extend the
force of his blade with chakra. His sword flashed out within a
fraction of a second, stopping Sol's advance where it was--he was
about to make a full-blown charge from the right side before
Daisetsu's blade had nicked his headband a bit.
He panted.
Obviously, he had not anticipated that level of strength for anyone
who had come into this world so recently...
Then Sol attacked
again. The flicker came from two places this time--Damn, he
figured out how I can telegraph his movements--, and came in the
form of a slash from above, the elder combatant slashing his
rectangle-shaped blade down in a circular arc. Daisetsu blocked with
his sheath, but then Sol moved impossibly fast and switched his
momentum in midair, placing the blade between his legs and putting
his body weight into it. Daisetsu was unable to respond to this
quick and heavy maneuver by anything save twisting his body to the
side and abandoning his guard, to avoid breaking his sheath. But Sol
switched moves again as he plummeted to the earth, loosing out a low
kick as he fell which tripped Daisetsu up.
Both fighters
sprung to their feet--and then Daisetsu noticed that Sol's power was
still rising. He had gradually lost that exchange because Sol kept
getting stronger and faster throughout the entire thing--beating him
gradually by going past his defensive.
If this keeps up,
I'll have no choice... Let's try this instead.
Crouching
backwards, Daisetsu sheathed his blade at a diagonal angle while his
free hand gripped the sheath with the same level of tension he had
earlier. His right hand started to tremble, but his eyes were
laughing at Sol.
"Doushite no?"
Sol
charged---impossibly faster this time, but not fast enough, for
my Kassatsu Izayoi Gekka...
Daisetsu's right hand
exploded into rapid movement, his chakra blazing into the arm as he
made slash after slash into the in and outzone where Sol had made
his trajectory, achieving over 8 slashes per second as he covered
every possible part of the range. If he had performed the move while
his opponent was standing still, his slashes would have reached Sol,
but he wasn't have been sure that Sol's speed could have evaded them
at that point.
From here, actually daring to charge into his
technique, it was a deathtrap. He heard his blade start to meet
resistance, and smiled--
--his smile faded as he saw Sol
still charging in despite all the slashes arcing at him in slow
motion. He saw Sol's body ignite, and the blast of crimson
flame redirected all his attacks to the side. The flame became
stronger as Sol leap to a short plane of air in his direction, and
made a true burst of motion directly at him, engulfed in spiritual
fire.
He is rather good, you know. Too bad
he has to become an object lesson...
Shut
up...
It's about time your second side
started to flare up from all this action. I can't wait to show this
fool what REAL flame is...
He couldn't answer,
because Suzaku was right. He was losing his composure. All that
mattered was...
--He was blocking the barrel-charge of Sol
with his bare hands, holding back the attack barely again as Sol
continued to increase in strength. He saw Sol amidst all the flame,
that cocky smile on his face--
Oh, why the hell not? Let's
shatter it. Suzaku. His eyes closed, even as he was holding all
of Sol's flame back by a thread.
"...What do you fight for,
Sol?"
Sol laughed--it was a raucous sound. "I don't need to
answer a loser like you."
Daisetsu's eyes snapped open, and
they were ablaze with a radiance that even overshadowed the fire
threatening to sear him. Sol felt a tremendous upsurge of energy
coming from this man who he had been slowly dominating in the fight,
and he realized his position had switched from near-victory to very,
very bad. All in an instant.
"That's not good
enough."
The blast of force blew his flames out like a candle
snuffed in a cyclone, and he was sent sailing in the opposite
direction so forcefully that he broke at least two of the trees he
collided against in half. He rose to his feet--
--and there
Daisetsu was, levitating among all the dust and the impact skids and
craters their match had made, blazing with a golden-red aura as
Suzaku's enormous form came out and superimposed itself upon
him.
He'd be damned if he could explain it, but he thought he
could see that huge bird grinning at him, like a cat eying a
mouse in a corner.
"Would you like to try and answer
again?"
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Sol gets 1 R-Vote.
Everyone
who included Jun in their story posts thus far get +1
EXP.
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Krizak |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:48
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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"Perhaps he can be led down the dark path... and once he
goes, forever will it dominate his destiny. ...and he'll get
dental." - Acolyte from Warcraft III!
"Someone call for an
exterminator?" - Ghost from Starcraft!
A WINNER IS
ME!!!
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:53
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Hisame Shizumaru - 2:2
The sudden rush of
waterfalls burst into Shizumaru's ears, snapping him out of his
thoughts to look around. Hearing the words of Daisetsu, he bit his
lip looking in the distance at the arena. The thought had flown
through his mind to test his skills, but - no need to lose myself
in a fight at the moment.
So, silently, he lightly walked
away, his feet trailing behind him. The sound of the water was
rather soothing, however, and it calmed his mind. If everything
could be as peaceful as this... then might I not have to think such
thoughts?
"Shizumaru-san!" Alma called out to him, and he
turned his head to face her. "I'd been wondering if I could find
you. I just talked to Miss Jun, you see, and she demonstrated the
use of chakra - and I was thinking, maybe, you could -
"
"I could instruct you in the use?" he smiled
faintly.
"Well, that, and I can't read all of the writing on
any of the dojo here..." she laughed jokingly. "Miss Jun
suggested I train myself at the... oh, what was it... Oujin
Brotherhood? I think that was it..."
"Certainly, Alma-san,"
Shizumaru smiled more brightly, and he led the way forward along a
sidewalk, snapping open his umbrella for some shade and inviting
Alma to step under it. All around them, they could still hear the
frantic roar of the waterfalls, and for a moment, Shizumaru stopped
to listen. Curiously, Alma watched him for a moment as he closed his
eyes, inhaled deeply, and sighed. Another while passed, and the
young man never opened his eyes. The girl was about to ask what was
the matter -
"... strange," Shizumaru slowly opened his
eyes, and stared at his palm. "Do you see any blood, Alma-san?" He
held up said hand for her to examine.
She shook her head.
"Why, are you hurt?"
"I see blood," he murmured softly. "My
hand is covered in it."
"I don't understand..." Alma looked
at his hand again. "What do you mean by - "
He looked at her,
forlornly, sadly, sending a jolt of shock down the girl's body, and
she stared at him, eyes wide open. "Wakarimasu ka?" his voice
was a trembling whisper. "You would use chakra to heal the wounded
and treat those in need..." He clenched his fist. "And then there
are some of us... " his voice shuddered once more - "... who have
chosen to use it for... less honorable purposes - "
Shizumaru
stopped at once when he saw the expression frozen on Alma's face;
one of disbelief and horror. "Be wary in this field, Alma-san - not
all uses of chakra are completely honest, just as with any other
skill."
The young man lowered his eyes and head in shame, so
that his bangs covered his face in shadow. Alma stood there silent,
not knowing what to say. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, for
something had to be said - "... yes, Shizumaru-san. I can see the
blood now..."
Her voice faltered. "How long has the stain of
blood been on those hands?"
"Perhaps a year." His response
was short and detached. Sighing, he looked back at Alma, solemnly.
"I do not mean to disuay you from your pursuit, if that is what you
think I'm trying to do..."
"Not at all," she shook her head.
"Just like any other skill... there are the darker aspects...
"
"I will watch over you while you attempt your training,"
Shizumaru looked back at her. "You have no need to learn those
dreadful skills."
"If I may, Shizumaru-san," Alma regained a
bit of confidence, "what do you use chakra for?"
The
red-haired samurai held a hand to his chest silently, and Alma
nodded in acknowledgment.
He's not telling me
something... her mental thoughts frowned - if they could do such
a thing.
"Ah, here we are!" Shizumaru smiled and looked
upwards - "'Oujin Brotherhood Dojo'. This is the one you were
looking for, correct?"
"Yes, it is!" Alma looked up at the
broad dojo name happily. "Thank you for showing me here,
Shizumaru-san!" she bowed swiftly to him, and made no small
hesitation in sliding open the door to let herself in. Shizumaru
stepped into the door with her, after first removing his sandals,
and both looked around curiously at the building - very simply
decorated. Only a couple of scrolls hung on the walls, mirrors hung
about the place - Alma twirled around, her dress billowing out as
she stared at herself in all directions, seeming to stretch into
forever -
His hands are stained with blood,
she thought to herself, looking back at Shizumaru. What in the
world could he have done in the
past...?
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R-vote to
Alma.
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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Just Some
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Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:55
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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Captain's Log. 04-20-03. 11:42 pm Sponsored by
Bic
Falcon exited the arena, and got to plug a few
products to some other participants. He also go to beat up a
gladiator and get a standing ovation, have an annoucer yell his
name, and reach out to all the company owners of this world. It was
shaping up to be a VERY good day.
However there was still
something left to do, he must find Tingle and learn the ways of the
Pimp if he ever wants the One Deal. He went into a bar because it
seems like a good pimp hangout, and sure enough, Tingle was there,
along with the uber genious Dan Hibiku and another guy, gray, and
even bigger and more cut than himself, though not as
pretty.
------------------- ph33r teh short post of
d00m!
I just dont like voting without some sort of post, plus
I needed to get back with Tingle.
AVotes
to Dorrin Daisetsu Jun
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Switchblade |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:02
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
behind the mayo
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Vice
stepped into the arena, smiling as she heard the crowd applaud for
her. Finding the adulation to be much to her liking the brunette
assassin raised a hand over her head then bowed low for the crowd. A
moment later the applause intensified, and vice looked up to see her
opponent enter the arena. She was pitted against a young man. He had
chin length blond hair and was dressed in a kind of blue suit. He
was armed with a pair of daggers, and had what appeared to be a
monkey’s tail.
“So,” the young man said with an infuriatingly
smug smile, “You’re my next opponent, huh? You’re pretty cute, babe,
what say we skip the fighting and do something more enjoyable? I’ve
got a mattress in my room with your name on it.”
Vice smiled
and sauntered up to the man. “Something more fun, huh?” she said as
she put an arm around his neck. She leaned in close and brought her
lips up near his ear. “No such thing,” she whispered before swiftly
slamming her knee into his crotch.
“Augh!” the man screamed
in pain, dropping his daggers and slumping to the floor, clutching
at his groin.
“What’s the matter?” Vice taunted. “A minute
ago you couldn’t wait for me to get close to your
prick.”
“D-damn, babe,” the man said as he slowly pulled
himself up to his feet. “That hurt.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the
brunette said. “But don’t worry. This’ll hurt more.” Vice gave a
feral smile then dashed towards the man. As she got close she
swiftly pivoted on one leg, bringing her other one up and launching
into a quick flurry of kicks, each so fast that it created a small
wind sheer. The sheers cut into the man’s chest, tearing his shirt
and the flesh underneath to shreds.
The injured man looked
down at his bloody chest, then stared up at Vice in horror. Moving
slowly and painfully he started to back away from the murderous
brunette. “Oh no, no, no,” she said, waving a finger at the man. She
then gave a triumphant laugh and charged him. The man tried to move
out of the way, but Vice was to fast. She grabbed hold of the man
and leapt into the air, positioning the man so that his back and
head slammed into the ground. As soon as she landed she leapt back
up and slammed him down again, then a third time. On the final
impact Vice used enough force that a huge cloud of dust rose into
the air and the entire arena was filled with the sound of the man’s
neck snapping.
Vice let go of the corpse in her arms and
stood up straight. She brushed the dust off of her hands and took
another bow to the crowd. At first there was only stunned silence,
but after a moment they erupted in applause. Vice drank in the
applause as she walked back to the arena’s entrance. The slaughter
had been wonderful, and she eagerly awaited the next
challenge.
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Dry31
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:09
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Gospel of the
Pale Horse, Opening Movement
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've had some amazing matches so
far today! We've had several amazing upsets by new fighters today;
perhaps that trend will continue in this match! Our competitors
today; first up, entering from the west side, standing tall at
6'10", weighing in at 385 lbs; Nightmare!"
The man that
enters from the west gate is indeed a figure that would be found in
nightmares. Wearing black jeans and an open leather jacket, his body
bristles with muscle and scar tissue. Over his shoulders and around
his arm, is draped a huge metal chain with two massive studs on the
ends. The crowd cheers loudly; this man's matches are always very
bloody, and nearly always fatal.
"And entering from the east
side...standing at 6'1", weighing in at 185 lbs, the challenger,
Testament!"
Testament walks out into the arena, his head
hunched over oddly. He stops, at the center of his arena, his head
still hunched.
"Grr...what kinda freak are you anyway, pretty
boy? You think you can beat me? I'm gonna hurt you so bad your
family feels it, you goth freak."
"..."
"Didja hear
me, FREAK?"
And then Testament raises his head. His face
still bears that same horrible expression, a soulless smile that
could curdle blood, eyes that burn like the pits of hell.
Nightmare's face involuntarily contorts at the sight of those
horrible, burning eyes. And then, he speaks...his words are but a
whisper, like rotting silk scraping across bone, but Nightmare hears
them clearly.
"Pray to whatever god you believe in to show
mercy on your soul...for you shall know none from
me."
"...I-I'm gonna pound y-yer face in...yeah.
YEAH!"
Nightmare swings his chain down, assuming a battle
position. Testament merely spins his scythe
about...
"BEGIN!"
And so it does. Nightmare roars; the
stud on the end of his sphere glows slightly as hurls the end of his
chain forward, hoping to score a hit. Testament swings his scythe
forward, its arc intersecting the chain's path and deflecting it.
Testament is pushed back a bit, but his face never changes.
Nightmare growls in annoyance, and charges forward, his chain
spinning in front of him to form a barrier to any attacks his
opponent can launch. The black-clad Gear, though, does nothing...he
merely spreads his arms, inviting Nightmare to strike.
"I'LL
KILL YOU NOW! RRAAARRGHHH!"
And then he shifts to the side a
bit, aiming to smash Testament repeatedly with his spinning chain.
But even as his chain rips through the space where Testament should
be, something is happening to the Gear. He seems to be melting...and
then, before Nightmare can realize what's happened, a geyser of
blood erupts from beneath him! Nightmare, off balanced, staggers
forward, finally managing to get himself stopped...
"What
kinda *cough* pansy ass shit is this?! AGGHH! *wheeze* Come on over
here and FIGHT!"
Nightmare's face contorts as he wavers; he
suddenly feels like hell, poisoned by Testament's Warrant technique.
Testament advances once again, slowly, relentlessly...Nightmare
starts to look desperate. He swings his chain around; at the end of
it, a sphere of energy begins to form.
"*Gurgle*
Now...die...Nightmare Wave!"
The chain spins, faster and
faster, the orb of power at the end of it becoming a wheel of
light...and then, deliberately, he strikes it against the ground. A
circular wave of power strikes off, shooting forward at Testament.
The Gear's eyes widen for a moment; the first change of expression
he's shown so far. But within an instant, his face has reverted;
holding his scythe in front of him, he focuses his mind. A thin
green shell surrrounds him; the wave of power strikes it...and
dissipates like a wave smashing into a brick wall. Nightmare looks
horrified; he strikes the chain again and again, hurling more and
more waves of power at Testament. All of them are dissipated
similarly. Desperately, he hurls one final, much larger wave of
power. It too smashes into the barrier...and after a moment of
seeming resistance, it too dissipates. Nightmare's chain slows and
stops; and Testament strikes.
"EXE
Beast!"
Sardonically, he bows...behind Nightmare, a hideous
THING erupts. It's ugly, made out of purple ooze, and has a lot of
nasty looking teeth. He screams as the thing bites into him, tearing
a huge chunk of flesh and the left leg of his pants off before
melting back into the ground, leaving no trace. The wounded fighter
tries to stagger up, but he never gets a chance. Testament lunges
forward with a Gravedigger, sending him back to his knees. He tries
to rise again, but can't. He looks up, his eyes
terrified...
"H-have mercy!"
The crowd has a different
idea though. Already, a low, bloodthirsty chant is starting to rise
up from the audience...a chant of "FINISH HIM!" Testament turns to
the judge for the verdict; thumbs down. He turns back to Nightmare,
his eyes seeming to glow from within with a horrible light. He
raises his hand high...
"Genocide Uproar!"
And then he
slams his hand to the ground. From beneath Nightmare, a black shadow
seems to form...and then the ground explodes, as a pillar of
darkness filled with countless screaming faces seem to rip up all
around and through Nightmare. The pillar grows more and more opaque
as Nightmare screams, again and again, in a high pitched voice that
he should never have been able to make...and then he screams no
more. The pillar retracts into the ground once more as Testament
reclaims his power. The only thing left of Nightmare is a
bloodstained skeleton.
"And the winner, in a brutal and
terrifying display: Testament! A Flawless
Victory!"
Wordlessly, Testament walks from the
arena...
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Daisuke7777 |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:15
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K' -- KOF
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Ara? Oro? Eh?
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MageusBlack |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:16
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Grab your asses and run!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Maya Amano 2:1
The world before had
changed suddenly. But that was awhile ago. For the past while now,
Maya had been sulking that she didn’t get to finish her crab dinner.
On the bright side, though, she didn’t have to pay the bill for
it.
The man… Shang Tsung was a strange one. Maya reviewed the
notes she had taken down about him. If Mizuno had a glance at this
work, she’d had fired Maya straight from her office. She could
imagine the conversation, too. ”Outworld? Soul healer? Amano! Did
you hit your head? What is this junk?”
Yes. This would be
one of those things she couldn’t tell anyone. Even Igor of the
Velvet Room would think there was something wrong with Maya, and
summon some healing spirit to cure her of her ‘insanity’. Not that
she didn’t question it herself; it’s not everyday that a young and
beautiful Japanese women gets taken out of an elevator and placed
into another world with some strange guy with a sword telling them
they’re here to fight some evil.
Maya wanted to go home. Have
a bath. Watch TV. And she wanted her crab back.
She couldn’t
really complain about the area, though. Sure, it wasn’t the similar
sights of Aoba in Sumaru, or even that of Regendai, but it was just
as large, if not bigger. Compared to the last place, this area had
much more people walking around, and the place was just much more
alive. There was also the lovely view of the waterfall to consider,
and Maya wished that Yukki was here so that she could’ve taken a
picture.
She walked off, exploring the area around her, lost
in mid thought about what had happened in the restaurant before she
was brought here. There was a strange group, a young women with pale
blonde hair tied back and a young child as well, with dark red long
hair. She noticed them, but the crab comes first before
introductions and Maya wouldn’t go out of her way to say hello. Then
there was that rude and somewhat pushy girl with red hair. Though
Maya felt sorry for the waiters and waitresses in the place, she
found the girl’s act to be quite… comical.
She laughed out
loud, and whilst a few of the passer bys looked at her oddly, she
didn’t notice or care, and continued to walk on. She ripped out the
interview she did on Shang Tsung, scrunched it into a ball, and
threw it behind her.
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Maya is FOCUSed
3
A-Votes, 2 R-Votes remaining.
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Kellios |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:46
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Ex-Turk
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Alone
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Now here is a place which should be more to her
liking…
Vincent Valentine looked around his new
location and immediately froze in place where he saw where he was
standing.
The splashing of water on rocks entered Vincent’s
mind and he faltered in his step forward.
-*-*-*
The cave was ice… full of a sparkly ice. The
waterfall’s side held an entrance inside the mountains. Inside the
Nibel Mountains. I felt something drawing me towards it, whispering
my name, beckoning me to enter. I walked into the cave, Cloud and
Tifa behind me, and the sudden glare of the eye made me lose my
focus for the moment. I didn’t know where the light source was
coming from, and steadied my gaze in front of me. An ice altar sat
on the ice foundation, a silhouetted figure illuminated in the
light.
There are times in people’s lives where a moment in
their life just freezes, capturing the screenshot and replaying it
over and over and over in their heads. My first moment was when I
let her go and be with Hojo. I replayed it all the time during my
sleep.
The second time is when she turned to face me
now.
Beautiful Lucrecia.
“Lucrecia!”
Her head
turned and I watched whatever color that was left in her face just
drain down into her clothing and her shoulders fell just as
fast.
“Vincent…” I heard her utter, and I stepped forward,
longing for so much of her touch, so much of her breath on my skin,
so much of her.
“Stay back!” She ordered and held out a hand,
shaking her head furiously at me.
And I froze.
I tired
to hide it, but I was physically shaking, and I felt as though the
rock in my chest fell to the bottoms of my feet and perhaps for a
nanosecond, flared.
Many images went through my mind just
then. Everything that happened in Nibelheim. Everything that meant
everything to me, flashed before my eyes in the seconds Beautiful
Lucrecia stood in front of me in the ice cavern, the waterfall
chattering in the background.
“Lucrecia… You’re
alive…”
I saw the reflection of tears off her face from the
glint of the bright light, and she turned her body so her back faced
me. I took a step forward, but she cried out.
“Stay back!”
She turned and faced me again, and I dared not take another step as
long as I drew breath, “I wanted to disappear... I couldn't be with
anyone... I wanted to die...But the Jenova inside me wouldn't let me
die...”
She shook her head violently, and looked up at me
with violent eyes while sinking to her knees.
“Lately, I
dream a lot of Sephiroth... My dear, dear child. Ever since he was
born I never got to hold him, even once…”
She slumped her
head, letting her hair hide her face.
“Not even once. You
can't call me his mother... That... is my sin...”
My heart
yearned for her, my body ached to be in her grasp. I felt as though
I had no been alive in thirty years… and in truth, I had
not.
I wanted her. I wanted to hold her and comfort her… and
I stepped forward.
Her head shot up and unrecognizable eyes
glared at me.
“Back! Stay back!” She rose to her feet,
trembling. I reached out my right hand to her, and both she and I
knew how much I shook.
Her eyes softened, and I saw something
in them… something that revived my hope.
“Vincent… Won’t you
please tell me?”
“…What?” I asked softly, wondering what she
was requesting, and the rock in my chest began to race.
“If
Sephiroth is alive?” She looked at me with pleading eyes… the last
time I saw her eyes like that, was the last time I stepped into the
****** Basement.
I didn’t say anything, and she
continued.
“I heard he died five years ago. But I see him in
my dreams so often…” She spoke softly and her gaze unfocused and her
head turned slightly, away from my direction.
“And I know,
physically, like me, he can’t die so easily.” Her gaze sharpened and
she looked me back in the eye, the softness I once knew fading from
her, “Please, Vincent, tell me…”
I heard Cloud’s clattering
boots walk up towards me, but I turned back and looked at him,
shaking my head, and he fell back again.
I turned my
attention back to her and studied her carefully.
What do you do now, Valentine?
“Lucrecia…” I began, “Sepiroth is
dead…”
-*-*-*
Give it
up and move on.
Irritated, Vincent ignored Chaos
and began walking towards the town, wanting to rid of the waterfall
clatter from his ears and from his mind.
He walked along the
city, passing various shops and dojos, making Vincent almost wish he
knew the routines in Wutai better so that he would not feel so out
of place. He remembered Yuffie chattering all about them, but he
never paid any attention to her if he could help it or is she was
just giving her mouth an exercise.
Chaos remained silent, a
moment Vincent cherished, and he walked through the streets, knowing
he was catching glances from wary civilians, who noticed his left
hand and his cape, and crossed the streets to get away from him.
Vincent did not mind at all, and figured in due time the people
would see stranger characters besides him.
Unlikely.
Stopping suddenly,
Vincent looked to his left and peered into one of the dojos of the
town, and spotted a familiar head of head and blonde
hair.
It seems my “uncanny” ability to find these two is
something more of your work.
Boredom has
its perks.
Vincent looked up at the entrance sight
of the dojo-“Oujin Brotherhood Dojo”- and he stepped inside, moving
to the side wall so the two teens would not notice him coming in.
What attracts you, Chaos? What is it in these two that
you find appealing?
Chaos remained silent, and Vincent
watched the two teens.
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1 R-Vote to: Jun
1 A-Vote
to: Dorrin Kalten Daisetsu
1A 1R
1S
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As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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The Silver Ogre
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Act II – The Angel and the Maiden – I
Loneliness is not a phase feel the pain is
where I craze serenity is far away
Saw my reflection and
cried –
So little hope that I died.
On a grand
grassy plateau, with the arena in the distance, Jun stood alone, at
the edge of the forest. Rivers rolled off the edge into waterfalls
that sprayed and danced in the wind. Only she, robed in dim blacks,
silhouetted the verdant landscape. The sun was high in the blue sky,
and the arena’s noise congealed in the air to be nothing more than a
distant, singular sound. But despite the peace radiated in the
village of the earth, her eyes remained ever watchful. Especially
now, when despite a warm wind, she perceived a certain
coldness.
“It’s of no use to hide,” she said, moving only her
lips. Her well-kept black hair danced and wavered in the wind.
“Others have approached me; so also you may, whoever you are.” She
smiled, “but try anything funny and I’ll fill you full of more holes
than Kalten’s archery targets.” Her mind saw a presence behind her,
to the left. It began to grow stronger, shimmering and appearing
without incedent.
“Your hospitality speaks well of you, Jun,”
spoke the smooth, rich voice of a man. She heard each of his steps
behind her, and cocked her head, just a little, to gaze upon her
unbeckoned visitor. He stood not quite a head taller than herself,
with silver hair that flowed down his head and over his shoulders,
like the silvery waterfalls that this city was renowned for. Aside
from his red cape, the black battle clothes he wore were not so
dissimilar from her own garments. He turned his head to meet her
gaze. There was a warm smile on his handsome, sculpted
face—
But his eyes were another thing entirely.
They
conveyed a sense of piercing soullessness like few things in her
recent memory; shining and shimmering with the luster of silver,
drawing toward a center that focused an empty gaze. She raised an
eyebrow, perhaps the only reaction she’d allow herself.
“I
did not mean to startle, good Lady,” he began. “I am…Mesdoram
Elmdor. I merely wanted to pay my respects to the only one with half
a mind in this place.” He half-bowed toward her.
“And yet
your eyes leave me not for a second? Don’t talk to me in riddles. I
like my talk like I think Daisetsu like’s his meat: raw and
well-done.” She folded her arms across her chest, imagining Daisetsu
chowing down on a bloody piece of charcoal.
“A thousand and
one pardons, Lady Jun. But even as I would not remove my eyes from
the enemy, so also can I not remove them from a friend, for who
knows when one might become the other? Can you tell a king from a
kingfisher? I would hope so, by your grace…” Jun felt a little
lighter as his gaze lifted from her and looked out over the vast
canyon below, into which waterfalls from over seven rivers poured.
“What I meant to say is that, of the four of you who seem ‘tied’ to
us…if all were opposing armies, my sword would be
yours.”
Well…his sword, I suppose, but
the difference is only in the eyes; the brain twists too much the
same to pull the heart by a heartstring.
“I’m
flattered,” Jun replied in a rather monotone and un-flattered voice.
“Except that we’re working together, so if it’s all the same to you,
wait for some Naclos forces to test your blade on.”
“Ah, but
it’s this blade…I see…,” he admired, pulling the sheathed
sword from his belt to gaze at its black lacquered scabbard.
“Nagasone Kotetsu. It has…sentimental value, but its spirit is a bit
of a darker one.” His lips turned upward, revealing a set of white
teeth. “Calls the souls of the dark, some say. If it cuts a
deathblow, the blood runs black.” Jun shifted her weight,
sighing.
“My…aren’t you the morbid one, Sir
Elmdor.”
“Oh, not at all. Where I’m from, we all talk like
that.” There was a certain quality of his voice as he said that that
she didn’t like. It wasn’t that he was a danger to her…no, she was
powerful enough to defeat any of the ‘summoned’ alone. It was
that…perhaps it was that she couldn’t put a finger on what it was
that bothered her.
“To the point. What do you want from me?”
She pulled two kunai from where they lay holstered in the little
pockets of her belt and began to twirl them from finger to finger on
one hand, as if lacing a sandal.
“Aside from your favor? A
simple question.”
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“Did they find a suitable
‘body’ for him?” Elmdor rested his chin on his hands to once again
face the imposing Shrine Knight, Vormav Tingel, directly across the
table from him. Vormav’s powerful body and unearthly skills had put
him at the command of the Shrine Knights of the Galbados Church.
Now, he headed an organization of an entirely different nature. He
nodded, confidant and sure.
“Yes, yes,” he replied, “the
Zodiac Stone chose one. Just as ‘they’ chose ‘us’, the stones will
choose the ‘body’! In his eyes burned a bloody fever while his body
remained motionless, save the tapping of his foot on the floor. It
was almost the perfect counterbalance to Elmdor, who now rose to
pace the room, hands folded behind his back, but now had eyes as
dead and grey as a mausoleum.
“Really…” Elmdor digested the
information as he looked out a large window of the castle. “Now we
have to bring back ‘Bloody Angel’, using the Ultimate Power!” His
fingernails scraped against the stone of the castle, leaving white
marks where they passed. “Then, even without the stones or a
suitable ‘body’, we can come and go at will.” He spun to face
Vormav, who had also risen to his feet. The meeting of their bared
smiles would have chilled the blood of anyone who bore witness to
the scene. “But did they find a good ‘body’ for the ‘Angel’? Don’t
tell me it’s that girl…”
Vormav drew close to Elmdor, holding
up his gauntlet-covered hand with only the index finger raised.
“There’s only one ‘body’ suitable for the ‘Angel’…and it is
that girl.” He spun around, his violet robes rustling over his plate
armor. The colors in his wild eyes changed by the moment, orange
giving way to yellow, giving way to red in an ever-changing
display.“Now, we must find the ‘Way to the Dead
City’…”[
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[i]Altima-King rests
in a body, yes…and there is only one body that serves as the temple
to the King of Kings. It is that girl. It must be; there is
no other alternative! She is here, and she bears the ‘fallen
seed’. She is the key to the Bloody Angel…!
“Have
you seen, recently, a young maiden whose small soul hides an
unfathomable power?” He raised his eyebrows as he turned toward her,
ready to catch even the slightest answer. “She has…extensive
training in the clerical arts.”
Jun’s expression did not
change, but her mind did. In that moment, she thanked herself for a
mind whose barriers repelled all those who sought to enter it.
Without a doubt, he speaks of Alma Beoulve, that girl whom just a
short while ago I met. But…he rides on the wings of a fell wind.
Straightening up, she pointed into the distance, toward a huge
building from which a great mingling of distant shouts and cries
emanated. “I don’t know about that person in particular, but many
I’ve spoken to are going to the arena to fight. You can check there,
though I can’t guarantee your safety.”
“Oh, you’re too kind.
I’m sure I have nothing to fear.” Elmdor smiled and bade her
farewell. “The strong and the weak, the rich and the poor…all are
equal in death. It is the great equalizer. I wonder if, perhaps,
‘life’ is more to be feared than ‘death’!” He chuckled a bit,
unsettlingly. Jun turned toward the Coliseum once
again.
“Well…I suppose I’d better get back there myself. No
telling what manner of hell the ‘summoned’ are raising…” She did not
bother to look back, for she knew she would not find that man,
Mesdoram Elmdor. He had drifted back into the nothingness from
whence he had appeared. But the uneasiness of his stare did not
leave her mind as quickly.
---
-Bloody Angel-…my King…come, come, o come…do not
let us die. Arise, arise, arise…that the martrys’ elegy may never
cease. Rule, rule, rule…that the circle may be never
unbroken.
Your Angel of Death sings to
thee.
---
Katana of the Round:
Nagasone Kotetsu. Often just called the Kotetsu, this masterpiece
sword is a bit more slender than the average katana. It has a fairly
standard appearance, with black sheath and hilt-cloth. When the soul
of the Kotetsu is drawn out, the cry of a Banshee is released from
the blade in a damaging blue-green colored sonic wave. This wave can
cut, and can also shatter inanimate objects by matching their
vibrational frequency.
And…the eyes are still grey. Elmdor
isn’t quite ‘himself’ today, either.
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I don't know
if now's good for you, Tenshi, but it's better for me now than next
round will be. Go, find some danger. Get into trouble. Drag
Shizumaru along. 
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Li
Mei is explained, and round two of the Arena
begins...
Li
Mei's skeleton was wandering around, trying to decide how best to
fulfill its last instruction. "Kill!" Well, it's last instruction
had been to follow Shang Tsung, but as that was clearly impossible,
the next order was to be followed.
So, it went through town,
attacking some of the inhabitants of the town, one by one. And, of
course, some other hapless victims that got in the
way... ---
"Let's begin the second round of the One on One
competition! Entering from the north side, Shang Tsung!" Once
again, the sorcerer made his way through the somewhat-bloody sands.
He barely acknowledged the crowd of fans that screamed his
name.
"The designated challenger, making his way from the
south side, Testa-ment!" The black-clad man strode into the
Arena... and stopped.
Both of them recognized each other at
the same time. Shang Tsung smiled behind his goatee. "Testament.
It's good to see you again. Even better, considering that we have
met here, in this Arena, to fight each other to the death in front
of a screaming, appreciative crowd. And, even better, no one shall
be here to save you."
Testament smiled his old, soulless
smile. "Indeed, no one shall save anyone here.
To this,
Shang Tsung could only grit his teeth, and dash towards the Gear. As
he expected, Testament pulled out his scythe, and taunted him. This
time, however, the sorcerer was ready.
Instead of a normal
attack, Shang Tsung fired his 3D fireball, both projectiles hitting
Testament at the same time. In response, the Gear dashed forward,
and his scythe slashed. The almost-familiar curtain of blood
followed behind, knocking the sorcerer into the sand.
No
doubt about it, I have definately gotten weaker because of that
transportation. What did that fool do to me?
He barely
managed to dodge the next attack, and the sorcerer fired another
fireball at the Gear. It barely fazed Testament, and another scythe
blow was barely evaded. Testament seemed barely affected by the
transportation... Can it have something to do with his
powers?
The crowd was getting restless. They had seen
this quite often, the two combatants flailing around, dodging a bit
to get a feel for each other. What they wanted was action, violence,
bloodshed... Exactly what Shang Tsung and Testament planned to bring
them.
The sorcerer gathered a soul in his hands. Instead of
firing it at Testament, however, he drained it completely, to
supercharge his own abilities. When Testament attacked again, Shang
Tsung was fast enough to easily dodge out of the way, and he
launched a quick three-part combo, knocking the Gear to his feet.
Testament, however, was not impressed.
"You are faster than
normal, Shang Tsung. But that will not help you."
The
sorcerer smiled. "We shall see, Gear." ---
[OOC]A-votes to
Allen Sanyder, Max, Airman, Rydia, and Rogue.
R-votes to
Testament, Captain Falcon, and Kalten. (To be explained
later...)
Saving my special technique for
later...
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase Two (Planning): Bishounen
Obsession
Mint used the Gold spell Boost to her advantage
as she leapt from building to building, scanning the streets below
for signs of her quarry. Searching from the buildings was more
efficient than sticking to the streets, and the young princess was
in great hurry as she sought out the object of her affection. And
the subject of her song.
"Shizu, Shizu, Beautiful Shizu, A
beautiful name, so true, What did I ever do without you? Oh,
my beautiful Shizumaru!"
Mint smiled at the thought of the
red-haired swordsman, the shy but charming lad whom she had met at
the restaurant back in San'Tar. The young man and his companions had
just introduced themselves before they had suddenly been pulled into
this city. Hmm, perhaps I should refer these clowns to Elysia.
She at least knew how to make a portal that didn't made everyone
sick to their stomach.
A glimpse of red caught Mint's
eye, and she quickly ran over to the edge of the building she was
on. "[Expletive]! Just one of the natives!" Grumbling to herself,
she leapt to another building, continuing her search. He has
brighter red hair than me! He can't be this hard to find! Unless
he's gone inside one of the buildings, which means that I'll never
find him! AGH!
Her thoughts were broken by the sound of
someone calling out her beloved's name. Leaping down to a lower
building across the street, the red-headed mage saw the blonde
cleric, Alma, running towards...
My sweet... My beautiful
Shizumaru...
Mint almost swooned at the sight of the
bishounen, but barely managed to keep her wits about her. Leaning as
far off the roof as she dared, she listened closely to the
conversation, but she could only catch tiny bits of what they were
saying. A sense-enhancement potion would come in handy right
about now. Why didn't I ever study alchemy?
After a
moment, the pair began to walk through the city, Mint following
closely behind on the rooftops. Soon, Alma and Shizumaru seemed to
have reached their destination, a small dojo nestled between the
larger buildings that comprised the majority of the city. As they
walked into the dojo, Mint swore to herself. Well, following him
is out of the picture now. Perhaps I'll walk in and surprise him...
I bet that place has a back entrance; that'll work
nicely.
Mint took a step back and activated her spell
again, then with a running leap, she flew towards the dojo's roof on
a steep downward angle. As she fell, though, a thought occurred to
her. Uh, that roof doesn't actually look like it's meant to
support anyone. I probably should have thought this through
better.
--
Shizumaru bowed to the monk who had
stepped forward to greet him. "Hajimemashite... dozo yoroshiku," he
said in his politest tone.
The monk returned his bow. The man
stood a head above both Shizumaru and Alma, and his attire consisted
only of a hakama, revealing his well-toned arms and chest. The man's
face was kind and gentle, however, and he smiled at the new
arrivals. "Hello, and welcome to the Oujin Brotherhood. Have you
come seeking training, young one?"
"N-no, I do not seek your
training today. Rather, my friend-" The young man's words were
interupted as a loud crash behind him. He drew his umbrella at the
ready, and pulled Alma back as a figure burst through the ceiling in
a cloud of splinters and dust. Coughing loudly, the person got up
and tried to dust herself off, eventually giving up. Despite her
pain, she looked up at Shizumaru and flashed her best
smile.
"Hi, Shizu! Did ya miss me?"
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1
R-Vote to Shizumaru (My love, let us make beautiful music
together~!)
1 R-Vote to Alma (Just because
you don't have to fight Mint for Shizumaru's love...
YET.)
1 R-Vote to Dorrin (Because he's just
too cool.)
Mint - 6 A-Votes, 1 R-Vote, Ability
Unused Battling Under The Lord
Dorrin
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And now, for a little public
humiliation...
http://members.shaw.ca/akrizak/souls.jpg
"Silly
Sorceror! Souls are for kids!"   
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Jellomancer
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Amethyst sat calmly on a bench, eyes closed. His mind
reached out, touching on minds here and
there.
Flick.
Anger...
Flick.
Sorrow...
Flick.
Rage...
Flick.
Resignation...
Flick.
Flick. Flick.
Confusion. Intrigue.
...Innocence?
His mind settled on that one for a moment.
Innocence, worry, horror...
This is not a native mind.
What...
"You seem preoccupied. Not a fighter?"
The
young mage looked up. Standing nearby was a large man in yellow
robes. He leaned on a large mace and grinned. Amethyst shook his
head.
"I'm not technically in this for the fighting. It's
unavoidable sometimes, but I... I've made a habit of shielding the
worlds we're taken to from harm."
"A protector, eh?" The man
sat down on the bench next to the mage. "That's fairly rare.
Dorrin." He stuck out his hand.
"Amethyst." The two shook
hands and spent a few moments staring into the distance. Finally,
the mage spoke. "Right now, there's someone I'm looking for. She
seems rather out of place here. A young girl, rather
innocent."
"Hmm. I saw someone fitting that description go
that way." Dorrin pointed off in one direction, and Amethyst rose,
brushing dust off his robes.
"Thank you, sir. I hope this
goes well for you."
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R-vote to Lord Dorrin
Amethyst is FOCUSed.
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Grab your asses and run!
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Maya Amano 2:2
Maya was lost.
She
knew that this city was huge. She expected it to be like a maze. She
didn’t expect to lose her way after walking in a straight line for a
good ten minutes. She thought of following the sounds towards the
Arena and gets a view of the fights there. It would be interesting
to see the different styles, and at least then Maya would have an
idea of where she was.
She looked up into the sky and sighed,
“I wish these buildings weren’t that tall…”
She walked along
the path, not taking her eyes off the sky (or at least the buildings
blocking it). When she turned the corner, she heard a crash. It was
loud, and it was close by. She walked backwards, interested as to
what had made that noise. From the doorway of a small building, she
could see some dust. She poked her head around the door, and saw the
same group from the restaurant.
“Uhh… Ciao, everyone?” Maya
said in a confused voice.
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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"You
are faster than normal, Shang Tsung. But that will not help
you."
The sorceror's face had a grin of its own as he
replied.
"We shall see, Gear."
Testament seemed to be
thinking for a moment...and then he charged. He seemed to glide over
the ground, scythe held over his shoulder...he reaches Tsung, and
swings his scythe across in a killing arc. But Tsung's speed saves
him, allowing him to evade the scythe's sweep and take advantage of
Testament's momentary weakness to again land a swift combo.
Testament's head is rocked by three blows...before Tsung can land a
fourth, Testament suddenly flashes brilliant blue. A wave of
unfocused force erupts from Testament, knocking Tsung back a step or
two, and allowing the Gear to regain his guard before his opponent
can resume his beating. Testament leaps back, his arm flashing in
those strange whiplike motions again. Now, though, it's Tsung's turn
to try a rush; he does so, trying to keep Testament on the
defensive. But before he can close in for another combo, he suddenly
slams into something...a web of something that looks like blood and
feels like steel has closed around him, entrapping him. Testament
sees that Tsung is momentarily helpless, and lunges, using his
Gravedigger technique. His scythe splits the air with a howl,
trailing behind it a wake of blood as he flies towards the entrapped
Sorceror...at the last minute, the entangling Zeinest weakens enough
that Tsung is able to pull free, avoiding a life-threatening wound
in favor of a deep scratch. Tsung pulls back into a guard
stance...
"So that's the trick, is it? That strange arm
movement is how you set your traps?"
Testament wastes no time
with a reply, instead merely bringing his scythe down in a vicious
arc and slamming it into the ground. Tsung shifts into a blocking
stance, waiting for some sort of projectile attack...but it never
comes. Puzzled, Shang reverts to his normal stance...and that's when
he discovers that his legs won't move. He looks down...and sees that
a shadowy black blade has emerged beneath his feet, and is just
starting to disappear into the ground again. He looks up, just in
time to hear Testament speak.
"Sorceror, I have something of
yours...now I will give it back! With the energy I took from your
soul, I return the attack! EXE Beast!"
Testament once more
bows in an exaggerated manner...and in front of Tsung, something
begins to form. It's purple, blob like, has got lots of teeth and a
metal plate over its eyes, and otherwise resembles the one from
Testament's last fight...except for the fact that this one is easily
three times as big, towering even over Tsung. It looms up, roaring,
and slides towards Shang Tsung, that huge maw opening...and then it
eats Shang Tsung. After its meal, the EXE Beast melts away into the
ground once more...and, with a burst of light, the form of Shang
Tsung, dripping with a foul purplish fluid, falls from above,
hitting the bloody sands below.
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A
deathly dance with two ultra powerful demons is just what I need to
wake up to tomorrow. Have a picture(s) of them, Wayne? I ask because
I don't do well with descriptions as you have most likely already
witnessed from my lousy writing. Anyway, this takes place after
Testament's first match but before Testament's second/current match.
Therefore, I will kindly asked that no one use the arena until we,
Daisuke7777 and I, are finished "using" it. Thank you:
King Chapter 2: Deathing Queen Section
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"What a lousy battle," muttered K' as they
walked from the bloody arena along with the man dressed in white
dragging the unconscious form of the creep from yesterday. "I didn't
even break a sweat."
"You're the one who rushed even though
the match wasn't over," King replied.
"Yeah?" K' inquired
like he wasn't witness to the event. "Well those damn generic
soldiers back there weren't anything special to begin with. And
creeping beauty from yesterday got knocked out by... what is
your name?" K' said to man in white.
"I am Ky
Kiske."
"I see.... Well, anyway," K' turned towards King,
ignoring Ky Kiske's presence, as he began. "I want some real
action, and since I doubt that you could give it to
me..."
"Bite me," King uttered, slightly angry with the
knowledge of knowing he was only half-joking.
"... And I'm to
damn bored to wait for the free-for-all to start," K' continued,
nonchalantly acting if he hadn't been curtly interrupted. "Why don't
sign up for a two-on-two match?"
"Why not?" King replied
rather lifelessly.
"Geez. What's with you? Don't act some
damn antisocial.
"You're one to talk," King countered
ruthlessly.
K' was about to shout something back when King
spoke again.
"However, I do see your point. So why not," King
stated as she shrugged her shoulders and continued
on.
"Women," K' sighed, following her to the
kiosk.
***
"We would like to sign up for the
two-on-two match." King was talking to the young, teenage male who
sat behind the registration desk.
"All three of you?" he
asked.
Three? King turned around to see who else he
was talking about. She was greeted by the sight of the woman,
standing next to K', whose mere existence had so entranced and
frightened her yesterday. Vice!
King quickly turned
back to the teenager, both of out fear and embarrassment. "She's not
with us."
"I see. Very well then, though a two-two match is
rather restricted on boring, especially since there isn't any other
team but one."
"But two on three isn't really fair is
it?"
"Excuse me," Vice interrupted. "Would you mind hurrying
up? I want to get back out there."
"Of course," King replied,
before turn back to the teenager. "Just sign us for up two-on-two
then."
The teenager sighed. "Fine. What are your
names?"
"I am King. And he," pointing to K', who still stood
beside Vice. "Is Kay Dash."
"That's spelled with an
apostrophe," K' added.
"Very well," the teenage said, now
trying to sound very professional. "Your next match should be ready
in a few minutes after this current one is up. You will be called.
Your opponents are Mahannarin the Slayer and Sabane the Bleak. Just
wait over there." He motioned to a rather uncomfortable looking
stone bench.
"Fine," King responded, with the overly
exaggerated arrogance of her false male voice. She walked swiftly
past Vice, hoping to quickly get away from her. "Come on
K'."
"Probably just a bunch of chumps with overly obsessive
penis envy," K' uttered, side-by-side with King as they watched
towards the stone bench. "Like someone I know."
"Bite
me."
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: 04-21-2003 , 03:45
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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In which Shang
Tsung's duel with Testament is concluded, with the aid of
Mal'Ganis...
[OOC]D-mned, this and these are Doom Guards. Would you mind if
Shang Tsung fought them with King? The explanation for that is given
this post...[/OOC] ---
Shang Tsung coughed. That EXE beast
had drained his power... And before he could get up, muster a
defense, do very much of anything, Testament was on him,
scythe poised and ready to strike.
Shang Tsung's countless
years started speeding by, and the sorcerer noticed that the souls
inside of him were boiling now, as though they could tell that their
release was imminent. The sorcerer could hardly control both them
and construct a defense against Testament.
You seem to be
in a difficult position. The mental voice cut through the
boiling mass of chaotic souls, straight to Shang Tsung. He
recognized the voice.
I heard you before! Who are
you?
The voice seemed mocking. I am Mal'Ganis, the
Desecrator. Front row, third seat to your right. I'm the one with
horns and wings.
Shang Tsung glanced at the indicated
seat. And, indeed, the demon was there, a sardonic smile on its
face. Ah, you see me. Now, how would you like to die? Testament
could kill you, or I could. Either way, your soul will be
mine.
The sorcerer gritted his teeth. What do you want
with me?
In response, the voice assumed an offended tone
of voice. Whatever gave you the idea that I wanted anything? I
could save you from your fate, but I certainly wouldn't get any
souls by doing so. And you would just turn and try to kill me. No
no, I think I'll just watch you die. Good day.
Mentally,
the sorcerer nearly screamed, WAIT!
Seconds ticked by.
Testament was considering whether to ask the crowd, or merely kill
Shang Tsung himself. You called, sorcerer?
Shang Tsung
gritted his teeth. What must I do for you to save
me?
The demon laughed. Save you? Why would I want to
save you?
The sorcerer, desperately grasping at any
straw he could, sent back, You take souls, as do I. Though there
is only a limited supply, together we would be able to gain even
more! He held his breath, wondering if Mal'Ganis was going to
consider his offer or just reject it and have him killed.
The
voice was silent for a few moments. Testament decided to ask the
crowd, out of idle interest. I refuse.
What?
Shang Tsung's desperation was mounting at this moment.
The
demonic voice added, Beg me for your salvation, and I will save
you.
This hit Shang Tsung like a blow.
What?!
Mal'Ganis paused for a moment, then said, If
you prefer death, then by all means, retain your pride.
Testament waved his scythe slightly, then turned to the judge of
life and death.
Shang Tsung sighed. The vicious cycle was
starting to repeat itself... Mal'Ganis, I beg you. Save my life
from Testament. Give me a chance to redeem myself!
The
demon laughed, a booming, triumphant laugh. Very well! Your life
is spared, and your deal with this devil is complete. Just remember,
you owe me. And I will collect. With this, the psychic
link went silent.
The judge gave the thumbs-down. The entire
Arena went wild, and Testament gave his terrible, soulless grin. "A
shame you lost in this place. If you didn't deserve this, I would
show you pity." He raised his scythe up, then began
swinging.
At that precise moment, Mal'Ganis waved his finger,
and the judge bellowed, "WAIT!"
The entire Arena held its
breath. Testament's scythe was at Shang Tsung's neck. After a few
moments, the judge held out his thumb again. After a few wavering
seconds, he gave the thumbs-up.
The entire Arena groaned.
But, as the word of the judge was final, Testament removed his
scythe. "Perhaps you are more fortunate than I first thought. But be
warned. Next time you shall not be so fortunate." With these words,
the Gear walked out of the Arena, barely acknowledging the screams
for his support.
Shang Tsung himself managed to stagger to
his feet, and stared at Mal'Ganis for a short time. But, with a curt
nod, the sorcerer was dismissed. Alive, but with neither his pride
nor his full strength.
Then again, the last master to
treat me this way died at my hands. It took me some years, but I
killed him in the end. All I need to do is wait until I am stronger,
then I can act.
And the key to becoming stronger would be
to get more souls.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto II + Mirabile Visu + Heart in
Harmony
Did Jun send me to a school, or a
party?
Alma looked nervously to the two newcomers behind
her and Shizumaru- the curious little girl, Mint, in the huge shoes,
had been joined by a black-haired woman in brown and white, with
blue eyes and pale skin. She and Shizumaru scratched the back of
their heads in unison, exchanging a nervous glance. For a humble
dojo, the Oujin were going to be getting a lot of visitors, it
seemed.
"Um, hello there, you two!" Alma said, putting on her
best smile. "I didn't know there were others hoping to study
chakra."
"Ah, I see more of you have come," the monk
said, turning his amused expression to Alma. "Are you all here to
practice?"
Alma chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't think
Shizumaru-san needs any help maintaining his chakra," she
said. "I'm quite unbiased in thinking he's already one of the best
swordsmen in the world."
"Ano..." Shizumaru slowly
turned a shade of pink, scratching his head again. "You flatter me
beyond my worth, I'm afraid!"
"Trust me, I have an Uncle
who'd say otherwise," Alma said cheerily. She turned back to the
monk, and gestured to herself. "Actually, it's me who came to see
you- my name is Alma Beoulve. A ninja named Jun told me I should
come here for the study of chakra."
"You've come to
the right place," the monk said. "I am Ouji Heisa, the seventh
successor of our Brotherhood. I welcome you, Alma-san, Hisame-san-
and your friends, there."
"That's more like it!" Mint hopped
to her feet, shaking the dust off her head- and then bounded over to
Shizumaru's side. "Ahh, I am Mint, Princess of-"
The other
woman stepped forward as she was talking, waving shyly. "I'm Maya
Amano, pleased to meet
you."
"...I...wasn't...finished!" Mint growled,
stomping her foot. "I'm Mint, Princess o-"
"Achoo! Excuse
me..." Ouji rubbed his nose, blissfully unaware of the daggers Mint
was glaring at him. Alma pretended to look the other way, scuffing
her foot and flashing a nervous smile in Maya's direction. The monk
sucked in a deep breath, then let it out. "Ah, my sinuses are heavy
lately...so, it's Hisame-san, Alma-san, Mint-hime, and
Maya-san," he said. "Well met. How may I help you?"
"Well,
Father..." Alma raised her hand first, flashing apologetic smiles to
all three gathered before continuing. "I hate to sound impatient,
but the ninja, Jun, told me I should seek you out to learn only a
certain kind of chakra...the power of self-restoration. I
don't trust my power lately, so I want to know how to heal without
requiring magic or potions..."
Ouji smiled, waving his hand.
"Say no more. What you ask is relatively simple. Come, I will show
you- this way." He turned, beckoning her after him as he walked to
the center of the wide reception hall. "Bring your companions, if
you'd like. I have no qualms with showing them."
Alma,
unsurprisingly, grabbed Shizumaru's hand and bounded forward first.
"Aah, come on, you three! I can't wait to try this
out..."
"Oro! Alma-san, I already know about
chakra," Shizumaru said.
"Well, it never hurts to
brush up on the old mysterious ninja powers, does it?" Alma smiled,
tugging him again. "Come on, I'm going to need you to show me how to
do it right. Besides, I need someone to test the 'bubble' effect on,
or whatever you call it." She looked back at Mint and Maya with an
inviting wink. "Why don't you two come with us? Let's chakra
each other!"
Maya's shoulders slumped. "Ah, and here I was
hoping chakra would be some kind of
food..."
---
Sleep now, but tomorrow will see the
first results of what goes down with poor Alma. ^^ Tenk, post
anything you like, I'll go ahead when I'm up tomorrow. And I'll toss
out some votes now so that what's coming up makes a little more
sense- again, nothing personal, but these do involve storyline
stuff! ^^
1 A-Vote to Kuma 1 A-Vote to AirMan 1
A-Vote to Storm 1 A-Vote to Rogue
1 R-Vote to
Mal'Ganis
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Kiske 2:1 -
Burly Heart
This should be more.. relaxing.
Ky Kiske
would have liked to visit this city in more peaceful times - vistas
of beauty always inspired him in subtle ways. His mind was cast back
to Venice, before the war left it a smouldering ruin.. those
beautiful canals choked with debris. And France, before the Arc de
Triomphe was cast down. So much of beauty had been lost - and
sometimes Ky felt the only vestige of beauty left in the world was
his collection..
Of course, this wasn't the time. Nor was it
the place, really. Not in this arena.. he had only ventured in to
protect the two, but now...
A paw flew through the air above
him, as Ky tumbled backwards hurriedly. Bringing his blade up, he
caught a down-stroke before it clawed his chest out, and span to one
side to avoid the first paw again.
Why am I fighting on
the defensive... against a bear?
Ky didn't know his
opponent's name, or how it had come to become a fighter, but somehow
this bear was fighting him, and pushing his skills. Extending the
Thunderseal, Ky unleased a Stun Edge that smashed into the bear's
chest, sending it flying. Not one to let his opponent down, Ky
rushed forward, flipping into the air as his blade sparked with a
green energy, as he dropped Greed Sever onto the bear. Stepping
back, he surveyed the opponent. No movement - could he have...
No.. it's still alive.
Ky cried out in pain
as his legs were swept out from under him, then the bear caught him
up, squeezing him in a bearhug. He felt his bones contract.. almost
cracking...
No! I cannot be beaten by a bear when Sol
still lives free!
Ky never had understood how he could
control the powers of the Fuuraiken. They just happened when he
needed them... and he needed them now. The blade glowed - then a
miasma of lightning formed around Ky as the blade's power engulfed
them both, crackling and burning - but the power never hurt him.
"Ride... the... LIGHTNING!"
The bear flew off Ky,
smashing into the ground - and lying still. Ky crouched for a
second, getting his breath back, then half-ran over to his opponent.
Leaning his head by its mouth, he sighed in relief.
"He's
still breathing!" he called out, and the crowd exploded into cheers
for the young swordsman. Lowering his weapon, Ky sighed. He didn't
fight for glory, or for the fight. He fought to protect, and to
live, and for the future. It was time to leave this arena - this
only smelt of death.
It was time to find the people
responsible for this.
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Edit: Well, thanks to
Lantis, I guess Ky is in the Arena.
Oh, and here go
some votes:
A-vote to Setsuna (fair's fair) A-vote to Kuma
(No sign of him yet)
R-vote to Shang Tsung (Ninja >
Pirates )
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Grab your asses and run!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Voting
dump. I'm not sure wheather I'll have time to do this afterwards.
o.o;;
3 A-Votes, 2 R-Votes, Ability
unused
A-vote to Kuma (Where...) A-vote
to Airman (Are...) A-vote to Storm
(You...?) A-vote to Kalten
(Bwahahahaa...haa...haa...?)
R-Vote to Shizumaru
('Cause your cool.) R-Vote to Alma ('Cause your
interactable.)
Lv. 1 ability Allay [From Dorrin] cast
on Mint ('Cause your funny.)
0 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability
used
"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I
support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:17
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: William DeVaughn - Be Thankful For What You
Got
Not meaning to, y'know, belittle
your mack skills...but these bitches HAVEN'T EVEN SAID A DAMN WORD
SINCE WE CAME IN HERE!
Don't you
think I know that?! Hos must be deaf or mute or
something.
"How would you like a map of what I [i]want
for you?" Tingle grabbed a roll of paper, and sketched a literal
outline of what he wanted. "This region over here, ma'mn, is your
mouth. I'm sorry you have to kneel so low, but I'm afraid gravity
warrants her attention of me."
You
mean to say, you're a short fuck.
The woman Tingle
spoke to, after looking at this "map," stood up from her chair and
began to cry out a piercing siren.
"The fuck?! Tell her to
stop!" shouted Gray Hulk.
"Doop dee doo dee doo, walkin' in
the bar, walkin' in the bar, entering the bar, lookie it's Tingle,
doop dee doo dee - OH, FOR THE LOVE OF DIVINE GOD IN HEAVEN, MAKE
HER STOP!!!" shouted Captain Falcon, who appeared at just the wrong
moment.
Fixit; these are no ordinary
women. They are sirens. Have you read the
Oddysey?
No, no, give me the damn
details!
They seduced men with
their voices. Oddly enough, they merely used their nudity to seduce
men today, their voices evolving into a powerful supersonic weapon.
... I'm glad I'm not the one out there right
now.
You heard the man, they're
ALL dirty sirens! TAKE THEM THE FUCK DOWN!
"One
step ahead of you." Gray Hulk muttered; he grabbed all three of the
sirens, but before he threw them all out, his head was pierced with
a triple siren yell. Numbed in pain, the sirens began...to eat Gray
Hulk.
"Bitches are eating my boy, oh, HELL NAW!" Dan had
enough of this, and kicked the nibbling women in the mouth. The
force of the kick left them floating in the air. At this time,
Tingle interjected.
"We must stop them now!" Tingle motioned
to their fists. "The double Pimpryuken!"
"Whoa, that's
genius!" Dan exclaimed. While the sirens were still slowly
descending to the floor after the simultaneous kick to the mouth,
Tingle and Dan unleashed their Double Pimpryuken, knocking out both
of the sirens!
...
"Hey, where's the other one?!"
Shouted Dan.
"Oy, my back. ... Did someone bite me?" asked
Joe Fixit. His rough skin however had made each bite as worthless as
trying to bite into a diamond.
We don't need anymore
misadventures like this. Let me take over Joe. suggested
Banner.
Huh? Fine.
The last siren had slipped
out of the fray, and was listening to Captain Falcon.
"Well,
you see, it's rough to find currency to buy things in some weird
land you've never been to. BUT, there's one thing that's universal,
and it's RESIDUAL VALUE. I have enough residual value to live
lavishly for three centuries!" Captain Falcon showed the siren a
Game Boy Advance SP; once he opened it, he had access to his
residual value account. "I think I'll withdraw the equivalent of
$40,000...but only for your pretty ass, that's right! I'll get you a
diamond ring, a Bentley, diamond rims for the Bentley, hell, and
Satelite TV and a Jacuzzi for that Bentley too! Wait, I think I need
more than $40,000 for that...what do you think? Where can I get a
Bentley?"
"..." The siren leapt into his crotch and gave
Captain Falcon a lap dance.
"Nice!" But the siren began
biting Falcon's shoulders. "...is this a kinky
thing?"
"ZANKUU PIMPDOUKEN!" cried Tingle; he had merged baby
powder with his own ki and created a diagnol fireball composed of
pure pimpness which blew the siren up.
"Tingle, why...were
you proud of my SKILLZ?!"
"Nice, very nice; but we have on
our minds another agenda. Now we need to find real women." Tingle
explained.
"Damn, where can we get Bentleys in this
piece?"
"You three...nice seeing you all. Thanks for covering
my back." said no one in particular; Gray Hulk was gone
again.
Huh? Banner? Why are you still
in here?!
Are you saying I asked to tap
in?
Yeah, you said you wanted to get out
of these "misadventures!"
SUCKER!
Oh...shit.
The Gray
Hulk was replaced with the flaming ambition of Kyo Kusanagi. The
Hulk's ability to gain mass from no apparent source had helped Kyo
immensely; Kyo now has his old school uniform to work with, and he
began to make a dash towards the arena.
"Bitches! Kyo
Kusanagi's about to RUSH THAT SHIT DOWN!" The air around him
began to burn with his emotions. "...aw fuck, I'M ON
FIRE!!!"
Stop, drop and roll, Kyo! It
worked.
"...whew!"
***
Let me toss an R-Vote over to
Falcon.
Done. We have two R-Votes
left.
I got a couple
suggestions, pops!
Hm?
Okay. First,
we're gonna use that attack...what is it...Single
Out!
Are you mad?! That will add
onto us an A-Vote!
I'm feelin'
something pops. And I'm Singling
Out...Shizumaru!
The fellow with
the pink hair? Why?
Because he
brings out all these bad feelings I had when I fought
Orochi.
...done.
Now,
listen up. We're gonna play a little game. It's modeled after
Super Chicken Boner's R-Vote game, but this here is different. The
NEXT person to post after this will get an A-Vote, UNLESS he...or
she...can correctly answer this trivia question within the post.
Here it goes: *ahem.* "Name one link between Neon Genesis Evangelion
and Married...With Children."
There's a link between
those two?
Yeah. ... So come
on!
R-Vote! Captain Falcon! A-Vote x 2! Shizumaru!
(This rhymes.)
We are left with 4
A-Votes, with one to be doled out to the next player unless s/he can
answer the question, and 2 R-Votes.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:53
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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"Screw
this...."
Setsuna had been in utter pain since the last time
he defended Captain Falcon from an impending attack. Setsuna was
lying against a wall of the arena, but still firmly grasping his
sword, and his wounded leg had a tourniquet applied to it, using a
bit of Setsuna's turncoat. But still, some blood was still spilling
from the opening, and the sand below him turned a red color.
"Daisetsu...I hope you have some plan for your
followers...this is getting out of hand...."
Setsuna slowly
got up, lingering his leg a bit. The holy energy channeled through
him by Ky still affected his dark nature. But Setsuna would have
nothing of it...even though his whole body was racked with pain.
"Have to go on, I think...Can't let these miserable mortal
fools to get me down..."
Having said this, Setsuna stumbles
upon a tall youngster, wearing a white uniform, red short hair, and
glasses. He was cool and calm until Setsuna bumped into
him.
"Hey...."
Setsuna almost didn't even notice the
man as he continued to drag on his battered body. But the young
student of Taiyo High School would have nothing of it, and grabbed
Setsuna by the shoulder.
"Did you think you could just ram
into me and then walk away that easily? I don't think so, my
friend...."
Setsuna slowly turned towards the young man, with
sheer evil blaring into his eyes. He was not willing to support such
a rude statement.
"Look, young man, if you cherish your
inmature life, you WILL let go of me...or face my own
wrath...."
"Hmph...you say so, but your body says otherwards,
my friend. And besides...your spirit reeks of evil! Someone like you
can no longer be allowed to walk freely like he owns the place. You
must be stopped...."
"Behold those who have perished before
you, brat!"
Kyosuke let go of Setsuna, and entered his own
stance. Kyosuke attacked by trying to slap Setsuna over, but Setsuna
dodged those. Still, Kyosuke landed a kick to Setsuna's midsection,
which paralyzed Setsuna enough for Kyosuke to land a flip kick that
sent Setsuna flying.
Setsuna stumbled, but quickly regained
his feet. Now blazing mad, Setsuna charged at Kyosuke. The
mysterious youngster was anticipating this, and raised his hand
slowly. Suddenly, a blast of lightning emerged from the floor in
front of Setsuna, and hit him dead on.
"Poor man...didn't
stand a chance..."
But before Setsuna could fall to the
floor, smoking all over his body, Setsuna began to laugh out to
himself.
"So...you think your electricity...stands a chance
against me? I will show you TRUE pain, kid! And you will be praying
for death when this playtime is over!"
Now Setsuna had
charged himself with the same electricity that Kyosuke had channeled
through his body. His bloody grin shined through the air, as Kyosuke
was confused and startled. Kyosuke started to kick and punch
Setsuna, but he was still walking. Finally, Setsuna charged his hand
with electric power, and laughed.
"This will probably hurt
me more than it hurts you...but it's your loss, boy!"
Setsuna
grabbed Kyosuke by the neck, and let forward the whole electric
current than ran wild through Kyosuke's body. Kyosuke was twitching
all over while the whole section of the arena flashed in white.
After a few seconds, Setsuna let go of the smoking body of Kyosuke,
and plummeted to the ground. Setsuna was still aching all over, as
his hand started to shake out of control.
"Hmmm...this sheer
pain...never like before...never felt this way..."
Setsuna
slowly clenched his fist as he gazed at Kyosuke with a serious look.
"Boy...you had guts...but it will take more than that to
best me!"
Setsuna limped away like a poor soul through hell.
Suddenly, he listened to a voice behind him.
"Nice show
there, runt."
Setsuna turned around to see K' and King. K'
obviously had that unfriendly look of his in his eyes, and Setsuna
knew he was in no position to withstand an attack by the man who he
attacked yesterday.
"So it is you...it seems as if both you
and that friend of yours have made ends meet. Teaming uo? But it
won't last for long in this hostile environ,ment...."
"Says
you, scum! You roughed me up good last time, but now I'm here to do
good on my promise to beat the living hell out of
you!"
Setsuna looked at K' with glee.
"Yes, you can
most likely try...but beware...men's nature is rash and
impulsive...those who forget history...repeat itself..."
K'
was still fuming as he reared his hand to attack Setsuna but he was
grabbed by King.
"Huh? What the...Let go of me, fool! I'm
going to teach this bastard who calls the shots around
here!"
"Most likely, you will...but just look at him, for
God's sake. He can barely lift a finger...and I know you don't like
easy fights, pal. Just give him a rest...for now..."
King
looked at Setsuna with mistrust in her eyes.
"Ahhhh...let me
be, you nosey wench!"
But before they could notice...Setsuna
was gone...somewhere?
"Daisetsu...I hope you are bound to
help us...."
--- 1 A-Vote to Kyosuke 1 R-Vote to
Daisetsu
Setsuna is now in FOCUS
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:57
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s p i r i t e d . . .
 Registered: Apr 2003 Location: Limbo
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OOC:
Sorry I haven't been posting yet, I've been sleeping.
/OCC
Storm: The Journey Continues, Part
1
Storms felt that feeling that she felt back in the
Danger Room, before this had all even started. Her stomach churned
and a force pushed and pulled her around, until it abruptly stopped.
She opened her eyes and looked down at her stomach, the unbearable
pain was gone. An d so was the wound. She let out a big smile to
herself, and looked up towards the people around her. The same
people from the last town, all here again. With those same four
people standing at the front. or at least, Storm assumed it was the
same four people, because she thought she recognised the voice. In
reality, Storm couldn't see them because she was at the very back of
the crowd.
Hmmphh, these people have no
manners.
Storm gracefully lifted herself off of the air,
and floated a few foot above the people in front of her. Now she had
a clear view of the four standing at the front. And yes, it was that
same four. Storm listened as they spoke, about the new city, it's
history, the various buildings dotted around, and the arena. When
the talk had finished, and the crowd began to disperse, Storm
floated back down to the ground, and firmly landed on her
feet.
While most of the participants headed for the arena,
Storm didn't.
Oh, it is so unbelievably hot
here.
She pulled at her clothing, trying to get the air
to circulate, completely forgetting that she was the Weather
Goddess, capeable of summoning hurricanes that could destroy cities
in seconds, or making it so cold, that people would literally freeze
to death, or so hot, that they virtually would be cooked to death.
She smiled to herself as she realized, then whipped up a small
breeze. It whipped and darted around her, cooling her down
instantly.
"Ahhhhh....." she whispered in
delight.
Suddenly, a large cheer came thundering from behind
her. She turned around to see the arena. She listened closely to the
commentator, shouting out to the crowds...
"Oh wow, did
you see that ladies and gentlemen! The bear is defeated! We have a
winner!..."
Storm turned away in disgust, frowning to
herself.
"[i]...Ky Kiske ladies and gentlemen. The winner is
Ky Kiske!"
Ky?
Storm turned back towards
the arena, and strolled over towards the entrance. She tried to push
through the turnstyle in front of her, but it didn't
move.
"You have to buy a ticket first madam." the young woman
behind the glass panel informed.
"A ticket?"
The woman
nodded.
"I have to buy a ticket to witness worthless and
unnecessary bloodshed. To witness people being murdered for no
reason other than entertainment?!" Storm shouted, clearly getting
worked up.
The woman nodded again.
Storm sighed and
looked down the ground.
"Nevermind." she said sternly as
walked away from the turnstyle, and back from where she
came.
"What the hell was her problem?" the young woman
asked herself.
Storm began to walk around the arena, and
stopped when she reached a door almost halfway around from the
entrance. She tugged at it, but it was locked. She smiled slightly
then pulled out a clip from her hair. She always carried one, should
the need, such as this one, ever arise. The fiddled with the clip
inside the lock until it clicked, and the door opened itself. She
pulled it backwards then walked inside. She was walking down a long
corridor, with another door at the end. Along the corridor, were
numerous doors, but Storm paid no attention to them. As she reached
the end of the corridor, she pushed open the door and stepped
outside. The intense sunlight and cheers of the crowd hit her
instantly, knocking her a bit off guard. She squinted her eyes as
she took a few more steps forward and looked around.
"It
looks like we have a new and un-scheduled contestant everybody!"
shouted the commentator.
Storm covered masked the sun from
her eyes with her hand and looked around, clearly. She was standing
in the arena itself.
A man came from behind her and pushed
her forward.
"Wait," she objected, "I'm not suuposed to be
fighting, I took the wrong door."
But the man pushing her
didn't hear her. She couldn't even hear herself, the screams and
chants of the crowd were overpowering.
She stood at one side
of the arena, and glanced over to the other. Another woman waited.
She had long red hair, and a red outfit. Flames flicked around her
hands, and the woman smiled evily at Storm.
"Ready ladies?
begin!"
The red haired woman came dashing towards Storm
instantly, her hands glowing and powering up with fire. Storm took
to the skies, and swooped over the woman, and over to the side she
had came from. She woman snarled and began to run back over to
Storm. She fired two fireballs, one from each fist, but Storm
extinguished them easily with a small gust of wind.
"Storm!
Storm!!"
Storm recognised the voice, she turned around to see
Ky standing within the crowd, with hsi hands cupping his mouth,
depsrately trying to get her to hear him. She smiled for a second
but was pounced upon by her opponent. The woman pinned Storm down,
and smiled at her again. Storm struggled to get free, but the woman
held her down with ease. She was big and muscely. The woman charged
up her fist with fire once more, then punched Storm across the face,
knocking her seemingly unconcious. The woman stood up from over her
body, the crowd cheering like crazy. The woman waved and smiled,
taking a bow.
"And it seems like we have a
winner!"
Suddenly, the crowd grew silent as the sunlight
dispersed. Dark, rumbling clouds spread over the sky above the
arena. With each crackled and flash, the crowd gasped. The
red-haired woman looked up at the sky, she raised and eyebrow, then
began to feel strange. Her hair began to stand on end, as she turned
around to see Storm. Much to the womans dismay, Storm was fully
concious, and floating a few feet above the ground, electricity
crackled around her, and her eyes glowed a furious white. The crowd
also began to feel the electricity, as their hair stood on end too.
The woman looked on in fear, and began to step backwards,
slowly.
With a wave of her hand, Storm sent a gale-force wind
at the woman, sending her flying backwards, but the wind pulled her
higher, until she was literally moving upwards through the air.
Then, suddenly, a lightning struck her, and sent her crashing back
down to the ground. her body landed with a crack. And the crowd
looked on, silently.
Storm landed on her feet, the storm
clouds dispeersed and the rumbling subsided. Storm turned to the
crowd, Ky was gone. Suddenly, a wave of applause and cheers came
from the crowd, until everyone was cheering and clapping like they
were before. Storm smiled slightly, but then turned back to the
womans body. Lifeless and limp, on the ground ahead of her. Storms
smile faded to a look of guilt and fear.
What have I
done?
She ran over to the womans body. She tried to
listen for a heartbeat, but there was none. Storm tried mouth to
mouth, but to no avail. Instinctivly, Storm placed her hands over
the womans chest, and sent a quick but powerful jolt of electricity
into her body. The woman's body jumped forward, as her eyes opened
wide, and she gasped loudly. The woman looked up at Storm curiously.
Storm smiled at her softly, and the woman smiled back. A group of
mdeics ran out into the field, and carried her off on a stretcher.
Storm stood and listened to the crowd again.
"Finish her!
Finish her!!"
Storm frowned at them, then left the arena. As
she walked, the adreniline rush subsided, and the pain set in. She
lifted her hand to her face, and twitched as she felt her cheek. A
burn mark, from where she had been punched. Storm cupped it with her
hand, the proceeded to leave the battle
arena...
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What time does this
round end today guys? *needs to know because he has to fit his
coursework in around the tournament*
Where can I
run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:58
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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Ehhh...sorry, Baka. I was just trying to attack the
no-shows, but thankfully I was mistaken. Fair is fair, like you
said, but still glad you could make it.
Ummm...so we get 6 A-Votes and 4 R-Votes, right?
Still got things to do....
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:04
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Grab your asses and run!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Lantis; Well, actually, since you FOCUSed, you're votes
are cut in half. You now have 3 A-Votes and 2
R-Votes.
eyesaw; Round ends 5pm Kyo's time. It's on the first
page, in really big red writing.
"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I
support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:10
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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quote:
Originally posted by MageusBlack Lantis; Well,
actually, since you FOCUSed, you're votes are cut in half. You now
have 3 A-Votes and 2 R-Votes.
eyesaw; Round ends 5pm Kyo's
time. It's on the first page, in really big red writing.
Sounds fair....
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:10
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Np
Lantis. I did say this before, but I'll repeat - I won't be around
for the first half of most round, altho I might be able to post a
little at the start - rounds start 2am my time, so it's kinda tricky

Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:23
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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quote:
Originally posted by Bowling Pin A-Vote x 2!
Shizumaru! (This rhymes.)
You can only hit me with one A-vote, I'm
afraid. Double targeting = not allowed.
EDIT: Ahhrrrgh... I'm
stupid. I didn't read that as closely as I should've. xo In THAT
case, using Endure. *hits herself on the head repeatedly for
not noticing that earlier* Forgive me, I'm still half-awake here.
XD
*yawns* And I s'pose with that... might as well get out a
vote dump (maybe this'll keep me awake @_@) -
A-vote to
Kalten A-vote to Airman A-vote to
Kyosuke
maah~
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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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Very
well, very well....
Setsuna was sick and tired of his poor condition,
but the crowd kept cheering and roaring for every action. Their
chants and loud noises echoed into Setsuna's head like thunder, and
he couldn't even stay focused anymore.
"I see you are in
great pain, Setsuna-san...."
Setsuna focused his sight, and
took a glimpse of Shizumaru standing in front of him. Setsuna
lowered his head.
"Hey kid...what have you been up to? Still
trying to figure out your role in life?"
"No...I have no time
to think about that, Setsuna-san...the truth is, I don't like to
think too much about it. I'm afraid I won't last long if I keep
thinking back to my origins...I would rather stay focused on this
tournament!"
"Wise decision, indeed. How have you been
hanging out?"
"I think I'm not doing as good as I should, but
I'm doing well, all in all. I will keep doing my best in all that I
do!"
"That's a good start...."
In that moment, a HUGE
bear approaches Setsuna and Shizumaru, roaring and waving its'
hands. Setsuna noticed the particular impression that the bear had a
red T-shirt and sneakers.
"Hmph! Leave this beast to me,
kid...I shall send your pitiful soul to Hades, you worthless
animal!"
The bear was obviously not pleased at Setsuna's
cockiness, as he swiped two times where Setsuna was, but he easily
avoided the slow strikes of the bear. The bear then tried lunging at
Setsuna, taking advantage of his huge size. But Setsuna was not
intimidated, as he shoulder charged at Kuma. Even though he pushed
back the bear a bit, Kuma grabbed Setsuna in a hug. Setsuna felt his
back ache coming back again, but his expression of pain turned into
an expression of evil.
"You foul animal! Die in your eternal
misery!"
Setsuna managed to send a small electric current
through Kuma's arm that mildly loosened his grasp on Setsuna, and
taking advantage of this, Setsuna kicked Kuma twice in the
midsection. Now Kuma's grasp was null, as Setsuna took out his
sword, and stabbed several times at the bear. The animal roared in
pain, and finally, Setsuna finished him off with a downward strike,
sending the bear to the ground.
"That will
do...."
Shizumaru ran to Setsuna's side.
"Are you OK,
Setsuna-san?"
Setsuna did not turn to face him.
"Look
kid...if you want to be truly strong...never mind about me! Watch
your own back...and stay alert. A cruel and devastated world, this
is..."
Setsuna walks away....
--- 1 A-Vote to Kuma
(2 left) 1 R-Vote to Shizumaru (1 left)
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:55
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Maester of Monsters
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
Mind
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Yuri Hyuga I -
Man Dragon
The
holy knight walked away from the deafening crowds, their faces wild
and lit with manic glee, as they cried out their support for the
fighters who entertained them. He shook his head, sorrowfully. What
had things come to when men would willingly watch others fight and
hurt and die for no greater reason than entertainment?
A man
of god - any man - could not fight without reason. That was nothing
more than giving in to basest desires, which he was supposed to be
above. Whether that reason was to protect himself, or to protect
others, or even to make things better in the future through a
sacrifice in the moment. As long as his cause was just, he would
lift his sword against all which stood before him.
But his
unending conflict with Sol - what was that? An attempt to recover a
weapon stolen long ago, which the bounty hunter had put to great use
in the defeat of Justice? Bringing vengeance to him for deserting
the Holy Order, a brotherhood which no longer had purpose and had
ceased to exist? What reason did he have for battling Sol endlessly,
other than for his own sense of justice?
Would the Lord look
down on him for his personal battle, for no other purpose than his
own?
Ky Kiske thought these things as he left the arena,
passing other hopefuls who fought for glory or admiration as they
queued for entrance. He would have tried stopping them, to explain
to them the folly of their ways, but they had made their own
choices. He walked past them, heading for the light-lit entrance to
the arena and the beauty of the city outside -
- only to be
stopped as a grey-clad arm pressed into the opposite wall and
prevented him from passing.
"Hey, there," the man commented,
running his other hand through spiky hair. "You leaving already?
Fightin' a bear might be embarassing as hell, but you held up pretty
well."
Ky stopped, to look at the man who barred his path. A
rangy man, dressed in dark leathers, of a style well over two
hundred years in the past. The fist that was buried in the wall bore
a clawed weapon over white gloves.
"I have no reason to
remain here," Ky replied politely, choosing not to push the man
aside. He would not resort to violence until there was no other way.
"I seek to find those responsible for our being here. Please stand
aside."
"C'mon, just a moment, preacher boy," the man
pressed. "I saw you in a fight with some Chinese guy in that desert
town - I'm looking for him myself, wanted to ask him somethin'. You
got any idea where he is now?"
The holy knight stiffened
remembering his battle with that - that - defiler. A man with
no morality, a man with nothing to believe in but himself, an man
who summoned the souls of the dead from their eternal rest and
forced them into battle!
His body shook as he lifted the
Thunderseal, its blade crackling with the lightning of the heavens,
pointing it at the Russian's head. "I cannot allow you to meet this
man! I will not allow you to fall to the
darkness!"
"Heh... heh hah haaaaa... I think it's a bit too
late for that," the man laughed sardonically in reply, grinning
wildly. His other hand reached up and grabbed the Fireseal's point,
thrusting it away from his face as its static current stood his hair
on end. "If you won't tell me where he is, guess I'll have to go
through you!" Ripping the other fist from the wall, he pressed
forward to smash it into Ky's gut -
"If you're going to
fight, kids, do it in the Arena," a bulky man growled behind them,
clamping one meaty hand onto Yuri's shoulder and shoving him
forwards. Glaring at the man, then turning back to glare at Ky, the
man shrugged. "Fine. Let's get going, already!"
They walked
back to the arena together, the leather-clad man giving his name at
the edge of the fighting zone. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..." the
announcer boomed out as they faced each other, "...OUR NEXT FIGHT...
KYYYYY KISKE AGAINST YURI HYUUUUUGA!!!"
If this is the
Lord's will, I will protect this man too - his soul, even if already
in peril, must be kept from Shang Tsung!
---
Yuri
started the fight by charging the swordsman, his booted feet tearing
across the arena and kicking sparks up as the steel bit against the
stone floor. The roaring of the crowd pumped his blood, drove him
forward, made him feel alive! What could be better than getting to
fight for the attention of thousands?
Ky's sword slashed
outward as his clawed fist drove inwards for a shoulder strike, the
lightning sword crackling through the air. Yuri yelped as it cut
through the air, dodging to the side as the blade cut his
trenchcoat, then darted through the open defense and brought a knee
into Ky's stomach. As the man staggered Yuri brought a backfist into
his face, throwing his head back with a cry of pain.
As he
tried to leap back, however, the knight caught his shoulder - his
left foot hammered into Yuri's knee as he threw himself into the
air, somersaulting as his hand left Yuri's shoulder and forced him
down, and then the lightning blade smashed into his other shoulder
and drove him to the floor. His shoulder opened in a rent of pain,
splashing blood over the grey stone floor.
Ow! Damn, he's
fast!
Bracing his arms on the rough stone, Yuri span and
kicked his legs wildly, catching Ky's own and bringing the other man
to the ground. With a wild yell he leapt after the downed man,
raising a clawed knuckle, and it scraped against the floor as the
Frenchman barely jerked his head to one side. Each man threw
themselves backwards along the floor, gaining distance before rising
again to face each other.
"Hah... you're pretty good, holy
boy," Yuri called over the distance. "I'd expected you to be all
mouth and no trousers, but you kinda surprised me!" Maybe he'd have
to up the ante, call on his own powers, but he'd see if he could
handle things without them first.
"Our order's choosing not
to fight for no reason does not mean we cannot!" Ky called back,
then drew his blade over his shoulder and swung it forward. A arc of
lightning shot forward and slammed into Yuri's chest, throwing him
back as he wasn't expecting the ranged blow. He dodged the second,
however, and as the third one left the knight's blade Yuri ran
straight at it.
Just before the bolt would have made contact,
Yuri dropped and rolled as the lightning passed overhead. His
momentum kept him going forward, and before the knight could recover
he span and leapt with both fists outstretched. Ky was thrown
backwards as both claws smashed into his chest, their points
puncturing his skin before being withdrawn.
"Damn, I was
careless!" the man cried out, the oath slipping past his lips before
he could withdraw it. Dropping down, Ky braced both hands on the
Thunderseal's hilt and ripped upwards with all his strength, pushing
the Russian away from him with a great upwards slash. Yuri was
thrown upwards by the blows force, dizzied for a brief moment -
The strike came out of nowhere, Ky's blade ripping across
his back as the holy knight jumped into a backwards somersault,
bringing his blade up with both hands to slash then releasing it to
one as he flipped backwards. Yuri was thrown backwards as the move
connected, knocked senseless, and something went crunch as his body
hit the floor.
"I'm gonna kill you for that!" Yuri snarled as
he wiped blood from his lips, making another charge. This time he
didn't even get close; the breath was forced out of his body as the
knight swung his sword again, and a barrier of electric power formed
in the air between them. Yuri crashed straight into it and screamed
out as the electricity blasted its way through his body and knocked
him down once again.
I can't take this guy! I can barely
get close to him! Unless...
"Surrender, Yuri," Ky said
quietly to the prone figure, struggling to rise again as blue light
crackled around his body. "I have no wish to kill you, even though I
must stop you."
Guess... it's time... I raised the stakes.
Guess my life's already on the line...
As Yuri stood
again, though, a look of concern crossed Ky's eyes. The Russian
stood quietly for a moment, then clutched both hands to his head as
in mortal agony. A low, throaty cry of pain echoed through the
arena, joined by the cheers of the crowd as they realised the battle
wasn't over yet.
"Yuri!" Ky cried out, wondering how badly
he'd hurt the man. "Are you all-"
He was cut off by a flash
of bright light from Yuri's body, making him shield his eyes, and
when the light faded a moment later he beheld a truly monsterous
figure. A reptilian figure, scaled all over, a long tail lashing
from side to side in anger. Its long tongue flickered over scaled
lips as it regarded its opponent, then threw an long arm
forward.
The jet of water blasted through the air, impacting
with Ky's Thunderseal, and his arm lit up in pain as the electricity
shorted out on meeting the water's touch. Ky screamed as he
involuntarily dropped the sword, trying to pat out the fires that
the uncontrolled lightning had started in the fabric of his coat.
Then, grimacing, he took up the blade with his left arm and faced
his new opponent.
"Now..." the draconic figure hissed, "I
think we're a bit more even..."
Ky blinked in surprise. Even
though new lips, he knew the throaty voice. "Yuri? What manner of
being are you?"
The Man Dragon chuckled, waving its clawed
limbs through the air. "I'm a man whose soul got given to darkness
without my choice. But," he continued, charging the knight with his
new form, "I'm gonna show you what I got out of
it!"
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A-Vote to Ky Kiske. And, like Baka, I also
start the round at 2-3 am so I may not be around for the first
part.
EDIT: Obviously, Yuri is at the Arena for the extra
EXP. And if anyone else wants to fight Yuri in furure, I added
descriptions of the fusions he has to the post in the Character
Description thread.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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K' -- KOF
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King
and K' were sitting on the bench, waiting for the two-on-two match
to start. However, their matches were interrupted as a loud speaker
announced that the Arena had been closed to several specific
tournaments. One of them being the two-on-two competitions. King
eyed K' (who was slightly vexed with the announcement) with a
puzzling look. After a slight pause King asked, "What do you think
that was all about?"
"It's Daisetsu. He's probably just about
to send us hurling into another nation. After all, he did say this
was just a temporary break before the Lords actually start seeking
out the one with the most potential. How exciting." K' said
blandly.
King did not reply back. She really wasn't in the
mood to talk. There were several other things on her mind that
seemed of more importance. King was really fixated on one thing:
Setsuna. 'Who exactly is that creep anyway...' King thought
to herself. She shrugged it off, but still felt somewhat
uneasy.
K' had enough of the awkward silence in the air.
"King?" K' said waving his hand in front of her face. No response.
K' let out a small grin and flicked King on the forehead. Her trance
of thought interrupted, King realized she had been contemplating
things for quite some time.
"Oh? Sorry. I guess I'm just out
of it right now."
"No problem. Hey, how about a drink? I know
how much you like wine." K' said, his back facing
King.
"What?" King said rhetorically.
"You heard me,
this one's on me. So how about it -- take it or leave
it?"
"Yeah, sure..." King answered back taken aback by K''s
benevolence.
Both left for the nearest bar, K' slightly ahead
of King.
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Kiske 2:2 -
Make Oneself
Lord, protect me from the.. uh..
lizard?
Yuri was charging at him now, forcing Ky
backwards - the increase in the man's powers was exponential! It was
all Ky could do to fend off the man's furious attacks, left then
right - uppercut, swing - and Ky stumbled. His leg disappeared from
beneath him, and both men went down in a tangle of limbs, Fuuraiken
skittering away across the arena.
Blows rained in from
either side, and Ky winced as his opponent's superior strength
smashed into him. He blocked a rake towards his face, then grunted
as the creature's tail whipped into his side. An opening! Driving
his knee into the creature - no, Yuri - I must remember I fight a
fellow man! - into Yuri's gut, Ky forced his legs up, pushing
with all his strength, and the cre - Yuri's body flew over Ky's
head. Scrambling to his feet, Ky dashed to his sword, rolling
forward to grab it mid-roll, as Yuri's claws slashed through the
space where he had been a second before. Coming out of the roll into
a crouch, Ky fired a bolt of lightning from the blade, before
springing backwards into a somersault, kicking up electricity from
the ground as he flipped. Yuri dodged the Stun Edge - straight into
the Cresent Slash's spike of lightning.
Crashing down, Yuri
rolled to his feet, spewing a jet of water from his mouth - Ky
raised the Fuuraiken to block it - and was launched into the air, as
the water jet split to cover him - with electrified water! Flying
several feet backwards, Ky landed in a heap.
"Water... I see
I can't underestimate you, Yuri." Standing, he raised the
Thunderseal, pointing it at his opponent. "I will fight you properly
now, for the sake of your soul!"
"My soul, you say, Ky?" The
Yuri-demon hissed a sibulent giggle between clenched teeth. "I lost
that a long time ago. If I choose to have it saved, I'll do it
myself, not get some little bible-basher do it for me!" Another jet
of water shot past Ky's head, as the holy knight flung himself to
one side, his sword flaring up again. Yuri's attack was furious this
time, blows aimed at Ky's head, his chest, his legs, his arms, his
groin - Ky parried what he could, but some hits passed his defence -
Ky would need to do something soon, and only one technique suggested
himself to him. Yuri ducked down for a low sweep with his legs - and
Ky launched himself up and forwards, the Fuuraiken swinging in a
wide uppercut - Vapor Thrust! Yuri's body, lit up in a flash of blue
light, arced backwards, landing heavily on the ground as Ky lowered
his weapon, panting heavily.
So many strong people
here... will I even last to reach Sol?
"Hey Ky.. nice
fighting." Yuri stood again, tail lashing on the ground. The
reptilian's eyes narrowed, and he hissed again. "Let's see how you
do against... this..."
The reptile closed its eyes - and in
a blur of motion, there were three - no, five of him! Five
reptillians, fists raised, eyes narrowed. Even the scars were
idential.. Ky gulped slightly.
"How'dya like this one, choir
boy? Which one's the real me?" The five blurred into movement,
speeding towards Ky...
The Lord is my shepherd, I'll not
want...
Ky raised his sword warily, lightning crackling
along the blade...
Five... all identical. I will only
have one shot... may the lord guide my blade to the truth...
Ah!
The five closed in on Ky - and in one
smooth motion, he slipped to one side, holding the sword out -
lightning exploded outwards..
...and the glow
faded..
...leaving Ky standing tensed, and just one Yuri...
the reptillian form impaled on the blade of the
Fuuraiken...
As Yuri shuddered, Ky slowly pulled his blade
out, and the fist-fighter slumped to the floor, coughing a spray of
blood. "H-how did you..."
"Don't speak, Yuri." Ky knelt down
by the other man. "I avoided any vital regions, but that's a deep
wound. Don't try to move too fast, either - " he added, as Yuri
grabbed Ky's shoulder to pull himself up, the clawed hands digging
in deep.
"H-how did you know which was me?" Yuri's eyes were
open wide now, blood-shot.. "Sweat, Yuri. Only one of them sweated
like a real person... "
Yuri half-laughed, half-coughed.
"T-that's good, Ky. Now I know what to do next time!" Pushing Ky
away, the reptillian placed one hand over the wound, and there was a
flash of light. Moving the hand away, the wound was gone. Yuri
grinned. "Can your god do that, little man? Can he? You don't take
Yuri Hyuga down that easily!"
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A-vote to Yuri

Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Storm
was seated at one of the many bars around the city. She downed her
fifth glass of vodka, then called the barman back
over.
"Hey... excuse me."
"Yeah honey." the large
barman answered.
"Another one of these please." Storm
replied, waving her empty glass. The barman nodded and took the
empty glass from her. Storm sat silently. She held her head in her
hands, obviously a little intoxicated, and whispered to
herself.
"I shouldn't have attacked her. I
could've just flown away. Stupid. Stupid, stupid
stupid."
The barman returned, carrying a bottle of
vodka. He placed it down on the table in front of Storm and placed a
clean wine glass next to it.
"I got ya a bottle. This way,
you won't have to keep on calling me over every few seconds for a
refill." he said pointedly, then walked off.
Storm frowned as
she watched him walk off.
"This was, you won't have to call
me over for a refill!" she said in a mimicking, squeeky voice.
"Hmmph, indeed."
She picked up the bottle, and began to drink
straight from it. Pulling it back from her mouth and making a
cringe-face afterwards.
"Yeeaurgch!"
Storm wiped the
vokda she had accidently spat out off of her mouth. She yawned and
stretched her arms in the air, but they were restricted by the
shoulder armour she was wearing. So she puled it off. And then she
pulled the cape off too. She dropped them to the ground then picked
up the bottle again and took another large
mouthfull.
"Urrrghhcch!"
She wiped her mouth again and
then put the bottle back down on the bar. I need the
bathroom, she thought. She stood up from her bar stool and
turned quickly only to bump into a large man. She couldn't quite
clearly make out what he looked like, but from what she saw, he was
wearing purple on his outfit, and gloves. Purple gloves.
"Hey, watch it lady." the man snapped.
Storm didn't
answer. She simply held her head in her hands and tried to focus on
the man. She saw that he was with another man.
"Sorry... sir
*hiccup*." Storm giggled. "I think I'm *hiccup*, I think I'm
*hiccup*, I think I'm rather... drunk."
The man raised an
eyebrow then turned to look at his friend. The mans friend
approached the bar and asked for a wine, then he turned to the man,
who was holding Storm up.
"What you havin',
King?"
"Ummm.. same as you," he struggled to get hsi words
out because he was too busy trying to keep Strom from falling over.
I'm oka, I'm *hiccup* okay." slurred Storm. She took one
step then slipped on her cape that she had left by the bar stool.
King caught her then picked it back up again. Storm smiled at him
sweetly.
"My hero" she giggled.
Storm leaned on King's
chest and wrapped her arms around him. Storm raised an eyebrow and
snuggled her face around on Kings chest inquisitivly.
Huh? What the...?
Where can I
run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.
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Act II – The Angel and the Maiden – I
So…the Arena, is it? You
almost had me taken, Lady Jun. But…the ‘sight which sees all things’
is turned upon only the King. And the King is not there. No…the
King…is here.
He looked up at the sign on the
Eastern-style building’s outer wall. “The Oujin. Sounds like
something that Elmdor would be suited for. Maybe he can come back, a
little bit…as long as I still hold the strings.” He laughed
blithely, running his left hand through his silvery hair. Setting
one foot in front of the other, he walked past the main gate, toward
the large, open door of the training hall.
“More wayward
travelers, eh?” He was stopped at the door by a monk, who nodded to
him. “Are you here to practice?”
“No…I’m here to find
someone. A young woman, with a great power. Tell me where I might
find her.” From ambience, he suddenly focused on the man, soulless
eyes searching, ever hungry.
“Well, that is…ah…we’ve had
several visitors today, to tell the truth…” He seemed to be
fidgeting; his gaze constantly darted away from Elmdor’s
eyes.
Yield to me your secrets; tell
me what it is-
“-that I wish to know.” Elmdor
spoke again, pressing toward the young monk.
“Tell him
nothing, Miharu.” The voice of an older monk, who looked somewhere
in his thirties, interrupted the two.
“Heisa-san!” The
younger monk turned to the older. His sense of relief was
nigh-tangible. “It’s become a bit difficult, you see…” He stepped
back.
“All I ask is to see that girl. I shouldn’t be that
long a time.” Elmdor began to walk forward, but was stopped by the
older monk.
“On the honor of Ouji Heisa, you will not shed
innocent blood in this dojo.” The monk assumed a fighting stance,
his cream-colored robes skirting the surface of the floor.
“Miharu...get anyone you can find.” He didn’t turn, only heard the
patter of the younger monk’s feet as he ran into the
dojo.
That girl…she’s in danger. This man…such a
darkness…
“Heishorin!” Ouji rushed forward, flipping
toward Elmdor with a leg extended. His foot sliced through the air,
only to be caught in the gloved hand of Mesdoram Elmdor.
“Is
that your best move? Don’t tell me…this is one of those non-killing
styles?” Elmdor laughed the laugh of Zalera, cold and
unsettling.
“Reppu-en!” The monk’s free foot hammered
Elmdor’s chest, peppering it with innumerable kicks. The swordsman
fell back, releasing the foot. He rebounded, however, attacking the
monk immediately. Ouji Heisa, successor of the dojo, lept to the air
with a catlike agility, extending his fist forward. “Hado-ken!” A
blue ball of flame shot toward Elmdor, but the Marquis was already
in motion.
“…Blizzara!” he finished at the end of a silent
chant. Icicles appeared before him, and as he swung his hand in a
chopping motion, the sharp lances flew out from that sweeping
path.
“Oraaaaa!” Ouji rolled and slid, as one by one, five
icicles knifed into the wooden floor following him, like giant
kunai. “Kisetsu no rekka!” Spreading his own hands wide, five great
balls of flame burst forth. It was now Elmdor’s turn to dodge, as
the deathly spheres almost seemed to converge on his
position.
I will show you something
that even your jutsu cannot see.
Ouji’s mouth went
agape as he saw the man in black disappear completely, the fireballs
hammering down upon empty floor. Danger from the unseen! He
lept from his position as a katana sliced a swath right by his ear,
nicking his shoulder. Small flecks of blood tainted the air as he
felt two fingers quickly touch his chest in five different spots. He
flung himself away, rapidly pressing those same points on his own
body with his curled-up fist.
“So, you know the ‘secret
fist’? Ah, but I do as well! And there’s more!” He smiled as
Elmdor’s face suddenly twisted into a painful reaction. “The ‘hidden
punch’…so you finally felt it? Hmmph…you’re good, but you’re not a
match for my style.”
“Gah…” Elmdor coughed, straightening up.
“You think that because I haven’t used this yet.” He held up his
katana, a bit of blood still sating the blade. He flicked the
spatters onto the floor and sheathed the blade again. “I’ll show you
what a true war is like.” But even as he spoke, what must have been
at least ten monks barreled into the room; the hands of each were
raised in a fighting stance. And they continued to run, toward
him.
I remember…there was an attack from ‘last time’…that
man, Auron the Guardian, used it to repel many foes in one strike. I
remember trying to find my own way to use that
technique…
He charged forward, his mind trying to take in
every movement. Swiftly throwing a kick to the stomach, he flung one
monk backward, but even as he did, a strong kick hammered him in the
back. He lunged low, rising for an uppercut to the monk who had
kicked him. He only had the fewest seconds to block again, as a
flying kick rammed him that might’ve taken his head off. “Earth’s
anger running through my veins!” he shouted. “Earth slash!” His eyes
flashed with the light of ‘ki’, and his left fist slammed into the
floor with the force of a crashing wave. Green ki waves cut
through the boards of the hardwood floor, slamming with brute force
into one of the monks that lined the room. The warrior’s body was
tossed like a rag doll through the wooden wall, carried on the wild
force of the attack.
“Genzo!” Ouji shouted, balling his fist,
trying to remain calm. The other monks, however, gritted their teeth
as they rushed to attack him simultaneously. Their speed quickly
closed the distance in the large room, footfalls like a hundred
thunders, fists readied with the strikes of wrath. Elmdor only put
one foot in front of the other, rested his right hand on the handle
of his sword, and smiled.
“Evil souls of the dark, gather
here!” His voice rang for a moment, then fell flat. “Kotetsu!!” The
sword sung from the sheath with a musical ring, and Ouji Heisa could
see, in that split-second, the power of a soul manifested from the
blade.
“Fall back!” he shouted, but it was too late for
countermeasures.
“The attack of Auron the Guardian, Modified
Form! DRAGON FANG!” Just as he had drawn the sword, he’d given a
little push with his left foot, sending him airborne. In one fluid
motion, he descended, crimson cape whipping about his being like a
bloody shroud, sending the awakened katana straight from the sheath
into the wooden floor. His arms went rigid as he seemed to add to
the power, channeling destructive ‘ki’ through the blade. It all
happened in the blink of an eye, and a wave expanded from the sword,
turning hardwood floorboards to toothpicks. The monks were picked up
and thrown back by the force, now littered with cuts in their
clothes and skin. There was a muffled sound as they seemed to all
hit the floor with a thud, groaning and wincing.
“Iieeeee!”
Elmdor heard the voice, that voice ringed with a possible
familiarity. Ripping his sword from the ground, he slashed violently
through the air to meet the blade…
…of Shizumaru
Hisame.
And behind her, fallen to her knees, eyes wide as
saucers, was that girl. Alma Beoulve.
Shizumaru opened
his umbrella with the utmost haste, spinning it like a deadly saw.
Elmdor fell back, then seemed to disappear. His phantom form
shimmered and came to light directly in front of Alma Beoulve. He
looked down on her with discriminating eyes…grey eyes that, for a
second, became red, then returned to a soulless grey, without a
center. There could not have been a more unlikely contrast. A cleric
girl, in shock at the senseless bloodshed. A silver
samurai.
To Alma’s greater shock and surprise, he bent down
on one knee before her. His ear perked up, and he held his hand
outward and back. A force wave expanded from it, pushing Shizumaru
back, past the bodies of the monks.
“Alma-san!” the
red-haired samurai shouted, drawing his nodachi to the ready. Elmdor
did not so much as look back in his direction, for the moment. Alma
shivered at the sight before her.
“Ma…Marquis Elmdor!?” How
could he be here? What had he done? Everything was surreal now, as
though she were in a dream that she would awaken from at any
moment.
“I have found you,” he said to Alma, looking directly
at her in a way that made her most uncomfortable. “I have found you,
‘Angel’.” He began to laugh, slowly, as his body trembled. “My life
is yours, O great King. May you live forever.”
Alma couldn’t
find the words to speak.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:16
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Still nothing here to see
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The
spectators cheered as the matches continue in the Arena. Among the
audience was a certain Wutai ninja who was enjoying the matches
immensely. It was a simple matter for Yuffie to sneak in the arena,
and with some quick fingers through the pockets of the people around
her, she got herself snacks and drinks as well.
"This
reminds me of the Battle Arena." Yuffie recalls how she used to
go to the Gold Saucer theme park with Cloud and Co. There, she often
watched others fight their way through, and after succeeding, obtain
great prizes. It's the prizes that Yuffie loves the most. But she
finds that fighting her way to get to them is too much trouble, so
she never tried it. It's fortunate that her wonderful friends
decided to "give" them to her instead.
"I wonder how Vince
is doing," Yuffie thinks suddenly. She vaguely recall seeing
someone in a red coat who reminds her of him. But a sudden roar from
the crowd draws her attention. All thoughts of the ex-Turk was
forgotten as she cheer along with the crowd.
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
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The
city that Daisetsu had brought her to was larger than Mature had
initially thought, and she was having difficulty finding Alma. After
nearly an hour of searching she was beginning to wish she had simply
joined Vice in the arena. The urge to feel flesh slicing open under
her fingernails was growing stronger as her search grew longer.
Vice, she knew, was undoubtedly having the time of her life tearing
apart whatever the arena threw at her. As more and more minutes
passed and she still failed to find any sign of Alma Mature
seriously began to consider giving up altogether and going to join
Vice in the arena. Ultimately, however, her desire to make the girl
her protégé was too strong to be shrugged off by a little
frustration. So Mature continued to search the streets for Alma and
eventually she found the girl.
Alma was in a group with
several others. One was an Asian woman about Mature’s age, the other
a teenage girl with pink hair, next to them was the boy called
Shizumaru, and kneeling before Alma herself was a man with long
silver hair. What was it about Alma, Mature wondered, that drew so
many people to her? Whatever it was Mature could see it becoming a
very useful tool once she was able to get Alma to embrace the world
of assassination. Smiling at that thought Mature walked towards the
girl, but before she could reach her she was brought to a halt by
the pink-haired girl.
“Hold it right there, grandma,” the
girl said, “I know why you’re here but you can forget it right now.
Shizu-kun is mine.”
Mature’s eyes narrowed dangerously
at the girl’s words. The assumption that she would be lusting after
a teenage boy was bad enough, but being called grandma was
unforgivable. Alma seemed to be distracted by the man with the
silver hair, so Mature decided she had a few minutes to deal with
the bratty teen. She reached out and pushed the girl back
aggressively, then slipped into her familiar fighting stance. “You
are rude,” she said, “And very off-putting. You are also standing in
my way. Therefore it is with great pleasure that I’m going to have
to teach you some manners. And for the record,” she added as an
afterthought, “I’m only twenty-five.”
Mature has
challenged Mint! Make of this what you will, Kriz.
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Eh. I
hate to say it, but I think I should pull out. I have a lot more on
my plate this week than I thought (with two huge papers and finals
closing in), and the tournament is kind of low on my priorities
right now. :E
I'm not quitting, it's more like offering
myself as a target for a-votes. xD;; It wouldn't be fair for me to
stay in and not post much. ^^; I'll still make posts every now and
then, but only small ones.
(Luna's going to kill me) 
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s p i r i t e d . . .
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Just a
quick vote dump:
1 A-Vote to Kite 1 A-Vote to Rogue 1
A-Vote to Daisetsu 1 A-Vote to Opera
1 R-Vote to Ky 1
R-Vote to Jun
I am saving a couple just in case I need 'em.

Where can I
run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.
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New College Grad! Whoo!
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Head
Scientist Report
April 1, 2002
Our head
researcher, Dr. Wesker, finally came back to the lab with the
requested samples. However, he required some reconstructual surgery
as his eye was removed by some monsterous force. We thought it was
some type of April Fools joke.
Frankly, if someone as
powerful as Wesker could be tossed around like that, then the force
behind it had to be of immense power. He said that it was some
monster named 'Sho', but we never saw his name mentioned in our copy
of the tome we recieved some time ago. We went to work on the
samples immediately.
April 4, 2002
The samples
were beyond anything we could have hoped to dream about. Every
instrument that we had couldn't accurately measure the power of the
cells, and there were some elements that we haven't seen before. We
decided to name it the Orochi Virus, or 'O-Virus', In honor of our
first lead to this new discovery: The blood of two brutally slain
women found in a ruined stadium in 1996.
April 5,
2002
Our test experiment with the Hunter ended in disaster.
Almost as soon as we injected to O-Virus, the creature's muscles and
skeletal structure grew to gigantic proportions before it melted
into a pool of slime.
After some additional testing, we found
out that the cause of the failure : The T-Virus that the creature
was made out of somehow counteracted the O-Virus. After past
accounts of rebellion with Marcus and Birkin, we decided to make a
vaccine out of the discovery...just in case.
April 9,
2002
After continuous research of the T-Virus, we were
finally able to single out the elements that made it unsuitable for
the O-Virus. We also realized that the Birkin's G-Virus had not only
remove the inperfections of the T-Virus, but it had a stronger base
for our needs. We decided to send some of our private forces to the
ruins of the Spencer mansion to retrieve some early samples of the
virus.
April 14, 2002
The G-Virus was successfully
retrieved and testing once again started. A new Hunter was formed
using the G-Virus and tested with the O-Virus, but the results still
met with failure.
One very interesting thing did occur,
however. The Hunter was able to stablize the O-virus for a while,
but he wasn't granted any special abilites. He managed to escape his
cell and attacked one of the guards, but instead of killing him he
grabbed his head for a while and then the creature just died.
The guard seemed okay for a while, but then suddenly he
started screaming and exploded. We had no idea what
happened.
April 15, 2002
After inspecting the
guard's blood, we found traces of the G and O viruses in the
samples. The guard's brain and bones also shrunk to about a fourth
of the size.
We realized that the hunter somehow transferred
his life force to the guard through physical contact, and his body
rebelled against the virus, killing the guard in the process. We
also realized why the hunter could handle the virus: A hunter's
physical strength could handle the change, but it's small brain
capacity couldn't control the effects. We would have to use a human
brain to get any real use out of it, but how could we stablize the
physical strength of a human?
April 19, 2002
We
reached a breakthough today. We realized that Alexia's virus is very
sutible for the project. It can add immense physical and mental
strengh, as well as produce other powers that would work quite well
with the O-Virus. The only thing is that we have too little on hand
to produce a complete product...
April 20,
2002
Wesker finally finished surgery and inspected our
research. When we told him about our problem, he grabbed a person
out of the 'special tests data' compartments. The person's name was
Steve Burnside, and aparently he was pumped full of the T-Veronica
by Alexia herself!
After getting large amounts of the
T-Veronica from him, Wesker decided to make him the first test
subject since he had the longest exposure to the virus. Some of the
other scientists were skeptical, but with Dr. Wesker on the project,
I'm sure that the experiment will meet with
success...
"Oh...Steve..." Claire started crying as
she slumped across the table, greving for her friend. She thought
that she was so close to finding him when the three came to the lab,
but now he seemed so far away.
"Ryo, do you know anything
about two women with Orochi blood being slain in 1996?"
"Yeah
Chris, two bitches named Mature and Vice. Why? What's going
on?"
"Well, it turns out that Wesker actually managed to get
some of Sho's hair during the Battle Poll Tournament, and now he's
infected Claire's friend, Steve Burnside, with a virus made from the
hair. The virus has some traces of Orochi power in it, and
apparently it has the ability to transfer it's power to a different
body."
"Damn, that sucks. Were is he now?"
"I don't
know, but the place is wrecked."
As Ryo listened to Chris
something inside his brain snapped.
"Chris...what did Steve
look like?"
"Well, Claire said that he's Caucasian ,about
19-20, with short brown hair and a medium build. Why?"
"I
KNEW something was familiar about him! Ryo quickly ran out of
Illusion and headed out into the street, looking for the man that
bumped into Rydia several hours ago. "I saw him a man who looked
just like that several hours ago!"
"WHAT???"
"I could
practically smell the Orochi on him, AND he touched Rydia! He's
probably the one responsible for them disappearing!"
Chris
relayed the news to Claire and Jill, and the three started running
out of the lab after picking up the vaccine for the O-Virus that lay
inside a undisturbed container at the corner of the room. "Ryo,
we'll be there within the hour. Find Steve and contain him whatever
the cost!"
Rydia's part is coming in a minute, just
had to get the first part out of the way...
SRK Battle
Poll II:10th place - Edge SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place -
Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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Re: In which
Shang Tsung's duel with Testament is concluded, with the aid of
Mal'Ganis...
quote:
Originally posted by San_Draco [OOC]D-mned, this and these are Doom Guards. Would you mind if
Shang Tsung fought them with King? The explanation for that is
given this post...[/OOC]
Of course not. That means of course that you
would have to drag me away from K' (and Storm) as he seems not to
want to fight them, which is fine with me as King was looking for
fight. Unforunately, I realize that she will most likely be the
weakest one fighting, and therefore I don't mind if you get her ass
kicked, just don't lose and get her killed.
However, now this
is to everyone, I will not be here from 12:00 P.M.-3:30 P.M. PST
because I need to go the doctor's. This means that you'll
probably have to end writing most of our match with them San_Draco.
King's moves are in the Description thread, though I didn't describe
the new one that I wanted to use today. Oh well. And though I assume
that you know what King looks like, it never really hurts to have visuals (click here).
I think that's it.
Oh, and I might write another section, but I probably
won't.
EDIT: Oh, and for everyone who want to know when the
voting and the round ends, I'll list for the United States only
(sorry for the others):
PST - Voting: 6:30 P.M.; Round: 7:00
P.M. MST - Voting: 7:30 P.M.; Round: 8:00 P.M. CST - Voting:
8:30 P.M.; Round: 9:00 P.M. EST - Voting: 9:30 P.M.; Round: 10:00
P.M.
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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