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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:44 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

"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 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: East Heaven Kingdom Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!

"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 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

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 Guy Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:55 PM

Superhero Sellout

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: a place where you are not

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.

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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 AM

Road Warrior

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

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 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:09 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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 AM

K' -- KOF

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

Insert: DESTROYED

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:16 AM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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

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Kellios Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:46 AM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

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.

-*-*-*-*-

1 R-Vote to:
Jun

1 A-Vote to:
Dorrin
Kalten
Daisetsu

1A 1R 1S

edit: forgot votes.


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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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-21-2003 , 01:59 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

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.”

---

“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’…”[

---

[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.

---

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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San_Draco Posted: 04-21-2003 , 02:36 AM

El Bruje Sale

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

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."
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[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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Krizak Posted: 04-21-2003 , 02:41 AM

The World Shall Be Mine!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: East Heaven Kingdom Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!

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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Amethyst Posted: 04-21-2003 , 02:56 AM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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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MageusBlack Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:09 AM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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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Dry31 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:12 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"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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The Damned Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:12 AM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

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 3


"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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San_Draco Posted: 04-21-2003 , 03:45 AM

El Bruje Sale

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

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]
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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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Renmazuo Posted: 04-21-2003 , 04:16 AM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

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..."

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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


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Baka Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:02 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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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MageusBlack Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:52 AM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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


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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:17 AM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

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.


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
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Lantis Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:53 AM

Death roams next door

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

"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...."

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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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eyesaw Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:57 AM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

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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Lantis Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:58 AM

Death roams next door

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

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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MageusBlack Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:04 AM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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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Lantis Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:10 AM

Death roams next door

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

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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Baka Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:10 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:23 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

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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Lantis Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:45 AM

Death roams next door

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

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....

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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.
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Slipstream Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:55 AM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

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!

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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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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:30 AM

K' -- KOF

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

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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Baka Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:35 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

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

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eyesaw Posted: 04-21-2003 , 10:28 AM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

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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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:03 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

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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Psycho Power J Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:16 AM

Still nothing here to see

Registered: Dec 2001
Location: Wouldn't you like to know

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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R-vote to Yuri

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Switchblade Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:32 AM

Road Warrior

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

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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Nif Posted: 04-21-2003 , 11:55 AM

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Registered: Feb 2003
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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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eyesaw Posted: 04-21-2003 , 12:19 PM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

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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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-21-2003 , 12:24 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

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...

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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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The Damned Posted: 04-21-2003 , 12:35 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Re: In which Shang Tsung's duel with Testament is concluded, with the aid of Mal'Ganis...

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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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