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~Action This Day~ Sol Badguy--Album 2, Track
3
As he stepped through the door, Sol
couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust in his heart. He went now
to end the conflict, to destroy the cause--well, the nearest thing
to it, anyway--of the hundred-year war. So why did he feel like he
was betraying his fellow Knights?
Shrugging the feeling off
as best he could, Sol took one more step before he was
spotted.
"Sol...where are you
going?"
Kiske.
Damn it.
The boy stepped
out from the shadows and into the flickering light of the torch
nearest the door. He paused directly in front of the dark-haired man
and looked up at him. "We're preparing for the final offensive. Get
to the barracks and get ready."
Knowing he couldn't tell him
the truth, and that no excuse would be enough, Sol lowered his head
slightly and said, "You'd better get out of my way, kid."
"I
beg your pardon?" Ky replied, surprised and a touch annoyed. "I
said..."
Sol sighed.
The uppercut caught Kiske
completely off-guard, cracking the Frenchman's jaw painfully and
snapping his neck back. Dazed, he stumbled backward and tried to
draw the Thunderseal, but a kick to the stomach sent him
reeling.
"Sorry, kid," Sol whispered as the follow-up punch
sent the blonde swordsman to the ground.
Stepping over the
unconscious youth, Sol considered taking the Thunderseal, but
decided against it.
Not like I'll find the other parts
before I get there, and he'll probably need
it.
"...Commander Ky?"
Sol looked up as the pair of
guards appeared from around the hallway, obviously having just
returned from a battle, their robes stained with blood and their
weapons dull at their sides.
The bounty hunter turned. "This
just isn't your day, is it?"
"Sol?
What...ugh!"
Shit.
Stepping over the guards,
Sol frowned. They'd have a hell of a time in the battle tomorrow.
With a final glance back as he pulled the coat over his head and
dropped it to the floor, the former Knight silently bade farewell to
his comrades. Then he was gone.
"I'm coming for you,
Justice!"
"Because I'd do
anything to save those people who I hold dear in my heart....I have
the power to make the choice"
Daisetsu's words
echoed in Sol's mind, prompting dim memories to surface that he'd
only recently managed to bury.
What the man was doing was no
different than Sol's abandonment of the Knights. He'd done what he
had to, back then, the same as Daisetsu was doing
now.
Grudgingly, the bounty hunter admitted to himself that,
though he really hadn't cared that much about the knights at the
time, he still found himself regretting his actions that day. And
ultimately, he'd had their best interests in mind. But for him to
sacrifice so many lives so he could ease his own conscious and save
many more in the long run, Sol had done the very thing for which
he'd condemned Daisetsu.
Sorry, pal, but I was playing God
back when we first tested the Gear process.
He'd been
making up for that mistake ever since.
"Fine, so he was
right," Sol muttered to himself. "He's still a
bastard."
Stepping away from the charred wreck they'd made of
the clearing, the man set his sights on the city, and, in
particular, the dojo in the distance.
Day's still young,
yet.
Grinning once again, Sol made his way into
town.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:54
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Tetragene
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Damn! Guess tall, dark and now bloody isn't going to
be able to help me out here! I'm way out of my league here....
Opera gulped, her three eyes flitting nervously between the fallen
Vincent and Rofacale. The latter seemed to be almost smirking at her
as it got back up, as though to say "Care to try your luck, little
lady?"
Okay....not sure what to do here. I've never been
up against anything quite like this before....need to buy time!
Opera frantically rummaged in her bag for a battle item, and hurled
it at Rofacale, not even knowing what she'd grabbed.
A huge
grey rock bounced almost merrily towards the huge Ultima
Demon.
Rofacale blinked.
The rock
connected.
*BAM*
When it vanished, the demon was
sprawled on the floor, having been smashed into the opposite wall.
His hideous face looked almost....dizzy. Opera struggled not to
laugh.
Well, while it's down, might as well help myself
out a bit. Looking down, Opera searched her bag again, and
procured a Skanda Compress. She hastily slapped it onto her arm and
instantly felt its power surge through her....an increase in speed
and agility.
And none too soon, as Rofacale was back on his
feet, and looking none too pleased.
"That....was the
stupidest attack I've ever been hit with. You will pay for
that."
"Pay? Sorry, hon, but you've got nothing I want to
buy," Opera taunted, hoping she looked braver than she felt. Her
stomach churned painfully, and her mind raced, attempting to figure
out something, anything, to do.
"No, indeed. You may have
this for free," Rofacale snarled. "Fira!" The last syllable was
drowned out by the roaring of intensely hot magical fire
materializing around Opera's body.
"Ahhhh!" Opera let out a
scream that sounded somewhat like a squished cat as the spell
scorched her body. As the flames cleared, she focused on Rofacale's
disappointment at not having beaten her yet. A weak grin spread
across her sweaty, flushed visage.
"So, you like to play with
fire, eh? I can play that trick too....let me show you how it's
done!" She flicked a switch on the Kaleidoscope and aimed straight
for the Ultima Demon's chest. "Flame Launcher! Oh, it's hot!"
Shimmering scarlet energy exploded from the barrel of the rifle,
moving faster than Rofacale could. It hit the massive demon dead-on,
mercilessly searing its flesh. Its shrieks of rage and pain echoed
through the halls of the dojo, and Opera winced as it assaulted her
eardrums.
Nobody ever give this thing a record deal. Then
again, it hardly sounds any different from some of the "musical
groups" that were popular when I left home to find
Ern....
"Not dead yet, eh?" Opera inquired.
"You
wish," Rofacale growled. "Foolish mortal....your time is short." His
muscles tensed, a look of concentration etching his demonic
face.
"Like I haven't heard that line before in a billion
B-movies," Opera tossed off, trying to keep the fear she felt out of
her voice. What the fuck is this thing doing? Looks like he's
gearing up for a spell....a big one....oh shit, I really don't have
much time! Wait....time....that's IT!
Muttering a prayer
to Tria under her breath that this would work, Opera took her eyes
reluctantly off Rofacale and rummaged through her bag frantically.
After what seemed like forever, she found what she was looking for,
her fingers gripping it almost painfully.
Right....this'll
either be the key to victory, or a useless attempt to stay my death.
Either way, it's now or never. Taking a deep breath, Opera flung
the small object with all her might at the massive demon. She
watched its flight for what felt like a tense eternity.
And
breathed a sigh of immense relief as the Magical Drops had their
intended effect. For a few moments, Rofacale was frozen in
place.
"Beautiful! Now to make the most of the time I just
bought myself!" Opera made a final adjustment to the Kaleidoscope.
"Now or never....Hyper Launcher!" She pulled the trigger, and a huge
beam of light burst forth from her gun. It forked into multiple rays
as it sped towards Rofacale, and each exploded around the demon in
brutal succession. When the light from the shockwaves cleared, one
very dead Ultima Demon toppled forward, then backwards, then fell
forward onto the bloodstained floor of the dojo. The ground shook
briefly from the impact; the next sound was of Opera's Kaleidoscope
clattering to the floor as she slumped onto her knees.
"Damn....I never did heal after that fire spell, did I?" she
panted. "Ugh...." She started to reach into her bag for a blueberry,
then remembered about the injured man behind her. "Oh, damn, I hope
he's still alive!" Forcing herself back to her feet, Opera ran over
and knelt by Vincent's side. A quick check assured her that he was
still very much alive, just badly wounded.
"Phew....I can
help him still." She fumbled with the Kaleidoscope, her sweaty
fingers slipping a bit on the smooth surface of the energy rifle.
"Ugh....there....got it." Standing weakly, she pulled the trigger.
"Happy hour!" she joked feebly to herself as the power of the
Healing Star rained down soothingly on herself and Vincent,
restoring them to health. The raven-haired gunslinger remained
unconcious, but at least was in better shape for now. Breathing
heavily, Opera knelt again, and began to look through her bag one
last time.
I could REALLY use some 'tea'
now....
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Righty-o, one Ultima demon dead. XD Sorry for the
crappiness! ^^;;;
Now....votes. 1 A-Vote
to: AirMan Allen Kyosuke
1 R-Vote to
Vincent
Go to the
light Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite Ikutsu no
yo ake mo koeteku Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....
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Renmazuo |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 06:57
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Will
work on a post when I have the go, but Luna, here you are. Fine job
on a fine post. ^^
Alma casts Allay on
Opera
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:00
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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"...."
Master, what
are thou orders?
"...Orders?"
"Attack or defend...spare or slay...we live for
you."
"Mistress, what is
your wish? There are too many conflicts that exists for us. One
thought, one action is all we require."
"I...I
don't understand. I didn't order anything...never willed
anything...
"It's like I thought. The
balance is lost."
"What do you
mean?"
"Mistress Summoner, there
is a disturbance."
"Our
forces were not able to forsee this threat. We cannot function
unless the threat is removed.
"A evil is brewing within the
balance."
"It tears
us...devours us..."
"Master,
thou must have the strength to save thou servants as well as thou
self. If not the kingdom is lost.
"What
threat?"
"ME!"
Rydia woke up
with a start at the sudden voice that invaded her dream. Something
was wrong inside, and it scared her more than anything Zeromus could
have ever devised.
"Awake, are we?" She reclaimed her
bearings and noticed that she was laying down in a middle of a large
grove. As she looked around she noticed that Daisetsu was watching
her with a small smile, and offered her some
water.
"Yes...Thanks." She started chuging away at the water,
being all of a sudden really thirsty.
"Thank nothing of it. I
would like to know how you achieve that power you had when you
jumped in the middle of our fight, though. It would seem like you
fed off of my power, but I'm not sure..."
"I...I don't know
what you mean." Rydia couldn't recall nothing about the battle
between the lord and Sol, and even less about this power she
supposedly had. "I remember looking at you two fight, but the next
thing I knew I was on the ground."
Daisetsu looked at the
confused summoner, and realized that she was telling the truth. He
became very interested all of a sudden.
"Hmm. Well whatever
it was, it would be dangerous if those powers went unchecked, don't
you agree?" Rydia shook her head in agreement as she gave him back
the bottle of water. "I brought you here so that I teach you to
control those powers...at least I hope I can..."
"Can I ask
you something first?"
"Sure."
"Why are we here? And
why do you want us to fight for you?" Rydia was sick of the thought
of once again having to use her powers to harm and kill living
beings again, no matter how much good would be done in the process.
If this wasn't a extremely exceptional reason, Ashura herself
wouldn't be able to force her to battle. "I don't see why I
shouldn't know..."
Daisetsu sighed as closed his eyes softly
and motioned Rydia over to a tree stump. The sun peeked through the
jungle and beamed on his face as he spoke.
"This might take a
while, but I will tell you the important things..."
SRK Battle
Poll II:10th place - Edge SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place -
Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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Exeter |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:01
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Rock You
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Anyone
planning on fighting Zalera, feel free to throw Sol in there. Otherwise, I'll post again in a while.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:09
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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Hisame Shizumaru - 2:3
Everything on his
body ached - his arms had become stiff from carrying Alma, his legs
were sore from running so hard, his chest was caving in with the
frantic beats of his heart - but it was the heart that truly
inhibited him. Each step he took timed to the pounding in his chest,
and thus, each step was torturous. Finally, he could take no more,
and collapsed in the middle of the street, gasping for breath.
Looking behind him, the dojo was nowhere in sight - but Elmdor could
come after him at any minute, regardless.
Shizumaru struggled
to stand back up on his feet, though his knees shook violently.
Swallowing the sour taste rising up in his throat, he lifted Alma up
once again, and began to carry her off once more - even though every
part of his body felt like it was on fire - I mustn't stop -
Alma-san is in grave danger, and I must -
His body
simply could not take another step, and he fell to the ground once
again. His eyes welled up with tears, and when he first sobbed, it
made him feel as if his body had completely broken because of the
pain in his chest.
"Gomen nasai..." he whispered. "I
had to get you out of there... gomen nasai..."
"Hello
there, sir... what brings two wounded swordsman carrying victims to
meet like this?"
Shizumaru looked up - not now... I cannot
possibly fight now - - and had to let out a sigh of relief.
Certainly, there was no way that the man before him would want to
fight in his condition - bleeding and bruised, carrying a man over
his shoulder who looked pretty much about the same as he. His hair
was a wispy, light blonde, with watery blue eyes, and he was dressed
in white and blue robes, carrying a peculiar sword.
The
blonde man offered a hand to help Shizumaru back onto his feet, and
begrudingly, the young man slowly reached out for it, and grasped
tightly as the older man lifted him back off the ground. Shizumaru
brushed himself off, and sighed deeply, looking at Alma - he having
dropped her when he'd collapsed.
"Arigato gozaimasu,"
Shizumaru nodded his head, still feeling quite weak to bow. He
managed to bring out a smile, but Ky was staring at him in
bewilderment - "... nan desu ka?" he blinked.
"You're
Japanese, aren't you?" the older man stared at him, wide-eyed, while
Shizumaru couldn't figure out for the life of him what he was so
intrigued about. "... watch out for yourself."
"I will,"
Shizumaru nodded again. "Ah... hajimemashite... namae o Hisame
Shizumaru..."
"Ky Kiske," the blonde smiled, and knelt
down to Alma on the ground, setting the man on his shoulder down.
"What happened to the young miss here?"
"Ah..." Shizumaru
traced his foot in a circle in the ground a bit shyly. "That... she
is unconcious. Well, obviously, but - ah... it is hard to explain...
simply that she was in grave danger, and if she had remained where
she was, something terrible would've happened to her..."
"I
see," Ky frowned - whatever had happened to her, the young man had
no desire to speak of it, he could tell. "You think she'll be out
for long?"
"I could not say," Shizumaru looked down at Alma,
and lowered his eyes sadly. "With any luck, she should not be
unconscious for too much longer..."
Both their eyes were on
Alma, until she finally groaned and curled on the ground, stirring
awake. As she sat up, Shizumaru smiled in relief, and Ky leant back
on his heels. "Just the very thing we were wondering - how
coincidental," Ky laughed. "You're Alma then, aren't
you?"
"Yes, I am," she nodded, "but... where am I? The last
thing I remember - Shizumaru-san pulled me away from the dojo... and
he was running so fast... I guess I just blacked out," she smiled,
but the lines of worry were still on her face. She looked up at
Shizumaru - "Thank you - "
For the briefest moment, she
looked into his eyes, and something suddenly tugged at his heart,
and Shizumaru doubled over with pain again, clutching his chest with
wide-eyes. Wincing, he steadied himself up again, but Alma looked
terrified and avoided his face. Shizumaru glanced back at her
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"Alma-san, that was not your fault, I assure you," he bit
his lip, his chest still aching from pain. "Though... we must yet
continue further - you are not yet safe out here, and we - ahh..."
the pain made him cringe again. "As - as I was saying, we have to -
"
"Look at yourself!" she protested. "You're in no condition
to be moving around! Can't we stay here for the
moment...?"
Anxiously, Shizumaru looked back towards the
direction of the dojo, and sighed - it was still nowhere in sight,
and as far as he could tell, no one was coming after them. But if
Alma-san is exposed any more to Elmdor, then she could become lost
within her soul...
Elmdor... what happened to you? You are
nothing like the swordsman Tachibana-san would speak so fondly of.
How did you ever let yourself be tainted by Zalera
so?
Shizumaru sighed, the pain in his chest subsiding
momentarily. What to do, what to
do...
--
R-vote to Dorrin.
...
totally POINTLESS, considering the amount of damage, but...
xo
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:15
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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Voting
time extended to 9:30 PM, round ends at 10:00 PM.
As you
know, all times are CST.
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Thirdtwin |
Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:16
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Blade of Vengeance
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What
Ex said about putting Sol in the fight with Zalera? Do that with
Chipp too, plzkthx ^_^
TT
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"And
now, it's look's like we're in the district of town with all the
martial arts dojos." Jason droned on, making his usual documentaries
of the round locations. He had already filmed a few fights at the
arena, and was trying to film the town's cultural site and landmarks
with the digital video camera given to him by the Professor. Jason
started reading some of the few signs that were in enlish aloud.
"Over there is 'Wang's school of Drunk Fu Boxing', the 'Dojo of the
Grand Thwappling'., and..." He stopped for a moment to get a
close-up on one particular sign.
"ThirdTwin's Scool of the
Raging Hamster Style?" The young man stated, questioning the
absurdity of the title. "O~~~~~Kay~. I think that's enough for
dojos. These things are starting to get weir-"
Then he heard
it. A huge explosion that shook the ground under his feet. Vader,
who had assumed his greyhound form from Antiqua, growled northward,
his hair standing on end.
"Sound's like someone's really
going at it..." Jason commented. "Daisetsu's gonna be
pissed..."
"Jason..." Vader growled, his now slender form
shaking. "Something really bad is over there. This may sound corny,
but it feel's like... evil. Evil incarnate!" Jason eyed his canine
friend for a moment, worried about what he said. Dogs by nature had
a sixth sense, and Vader was no different. Trying to break his
friends tension, the alchemist put his camera away and scratched the
dog's right ear playfully. He jerked slightly at feeling Jason's
fingers, but calmed down and moved his head slightly for his left
ear to get attention.
"You right, that did sound corny." The
young man quipped, breaking of his petting to walk in the direction
of the explosion.
"Jason!" Vader barked. "Didn't you just
hear what I said?!" His master turned around and stared straight
into his eyes.
"Look, Vader. Odd's are, whatever just caused
that is another abductee like us. Which means we'll be stuck with
whatever it is until we get home." Jason explained, his tone
surprisingly serious. "If we don't at least look at what did that,
we won't have a clue of what we're up against if it comes after
us!"
Jason turned back to source of the danger. A cloud of
smoke billowing not too far from where the two were. "I'm going.
Please come along if you feel up to it." The boy then sprinted down
the road towards the dojo.
"...Crap..." Vader cursed before
running after
Jason. _____________________________________________
Jason
and Vader will now be joining the fight against Zalera and Rocafale.
How many people is it now? 5? 10? 
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Wayne
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:21
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The Night Beckons...
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Wow... sorry about hardly posting this round.
:/ Anyway; Krizak gets the R-vote, to be claimed at any
time.
In this entry....
-A brief flashback on
one of the two-on-two Doomguard matches (to try to describe them and
their style a bit). -Mal'Ganis makes a delivery while he's
watching the matches. How sweet. -Why did only one Doomguard show
up? Could it be because Setsuna was hunting demons earlier, and one
of the two felt like taking it personally?
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The
souls flowed like the bloodwine Mal'Ganis was sipping on. He had
found that it was typical of wealthy, powerful mortals to possess
odd habits like drinking expensive beverages while other mortals
bled to death at their feet.
It was a practice he could
easily adjust to, despite being completely unnecessary. A vampire,
it is said; does not usually drink... wine.
The Doomguards
have been doing quite well... four souls from their first two
matches. Although the second one was uncertain for a
time....
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The incessantly annoying human
announcer had declared that the Doomguard would be fighting the
"Silver Knights," who when they had entered the arena were greeted
by louder-than-normal applause. They were locals, apparently; one
wore the same religious paraphenelia that Dorrin had; and was
presumably from the same order; the other seemed to lack any holy
power, but was dangerous enough; actually riding into the arena on
his warhorse, and carrying a lance that nearly radiating with
magic.
Both teams rushed each other at the same moment. The
Paladin, smirking; pronounced an Exorcism at once-- both Mahannarin
and Sabane were driven back, their skin smoking, as though boiling
from the within; and in unison both roared a challenge; chanting a
Dispel and beginning to regenerate once again. Mal'Ganis
realized he had been sitting at the edge of his chair; and, nodding,
relieved; slid back.
Sabane levelled his flame scimitar at
the Paladin, who twirled his mace, accepting the challenge. The
Knight-- Tordek, it was-- closed his helmet visor and nodded toward
Mahannarin. Thus paired off, all four competitors advanced, more
slowly this time; searching out possible weaknesses in their
opponents.
Tordek broke and charged at his Doomguard, who,
smirking; swung the fiery blade in a wide arc at the knight; who
reeled back in his saddle to avoid it. The demon sneered and, with a
flick of its wrist, Crippled both horse and rider. Unable to
evade it struck, charging forward with ponderous, relentless speed.
The knight, using his range; skewered the side of the demon as it
charged, and violet blood from the wound began to stain the
Doomguard's plate armor and red skin; but the demon brushed aside
the lance and stomped hard on the ground, nearly crushing the
horse's legs with the impact. Stunned, Tordek couldn't resist as the
Doomguard yanked him off his horse, throwing him bodily into the
wall of the Coliseum; which shuddered. Applause from the
bloodthirsty and jeers from the loyal were defeaning; but both died
down when the Knight stood back up.
Sabane had had a much
harder time with his enemy. The Paladin, on foot; was much slower,
and when the demon called down his Rain of Fire the mortal,
named Eberk, could do little more than evade; and scorch marks from
the fire scarred his lustrous silver armor. The human recovered and
attacked; casting another Exorcism. As Sabane, bellowing in pain;
dispelled it again, he struck, hammering at the Doomguard's leg. The
demon recovered, slicing downward; but the much-shorter Paladin
easily dodged. Using his speed and he struck again and again at the
Doomguard; who had taken three before slicing into the Paladin's
arm.
Eberk watched, horrified; as two of the bruises on the
demon's leg melted away into its normal blood-red color. Eyes
widening in realization he had spun to face Mal'Ganis; and his
trained eyes could finally see the negative-energy aura around
him.
The Dreadlord offered a mocking wave, then pointed to
the Paladin's back. He had barely been able to dodged a brutal
overhead slash from Sabane; in fact the flames of his scimitar
burned away the bottom half of the Paladin's cloak.
The fight
continued; though close, due to the mortals' skill; they could not
overwhelm their constantly-healing foes. Finally Mahannarin,
crushing Tordek's helmet with his massive burning sword, broke the
stalemate. The human fell to his knees; and when Eberk attempted to
rush over to heal his friend; Sabane Crippled him, knocking
him down with another powerful stomp.
The Doomguard had
turned to the judge, now in a special row of the stands, as his box
had been destroyed earlier by another "holy warrior" named Ky; with
his soulless eyes, and waited.
The older mortal was torn, and
sweat dotted his brow. He turned to the crowd; which was equally
divided, although no less vociferous. The judge looked down, then
finally made his decision.
"Spare them!" The
thumbs-up.
Both demons then turned to
Mal'Ganis.
Kill them. The thumbs-down from their demon
lord.
Both scimitars sliced through air and bone at the same
moment. The decapitated knights' bodies burned into ash; the fate of
those slain by the soul-stealing powers of a demon. Mal'Ganis
grinned and used his Soul Preservation on their spirits, then
rose to applaud.
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"Excuse me, boy." Mal'Ganis said
to a young man, who worked at the arena; delivering various items to
the well-to-do spectators, who were too lazy to pick them up
themselves or have their own servants manage it.
"Y-yes, um,
Sir..." he replied; cowed by the sinister demon's appearance.
"W-what can I d-do for you?"
Mal'Ganis pressed a bag of gold
coins into this hand, taking care not to cut him with his claws. "I
would like you to go to the Clover-Way florist shop. Buy two of the
most expensive bouquets this money will afford you, and deliver them
to Lady Jun-- you know of her, correct?" When the mortal child
nodded, slowly grinning in response to this odd order, Mal'Ganis
added, "...and the other to a girl named 'Altima,' in care of
another girl named Alma Beoulve. According to my calculations she
should be at the Oujin Dojo. ...oh, and boy?" He nodded again, and
was already writing down the bizarre instructions. "...ensure that
Altima's bouqet has a few 'moonlight teardrops' in
it."
"B-but Sir, nobody orders those. They're flowers that
demons-- oh."
Mal'Ganis nodded.
"R-right, Sir. That'll
take a while...."
The Dreadlord smiled. "Talk all the time
you need. I will give you a bonus if you return within the
hour."
That was sufficient incentive; and the boy nearly ran
off to fulfill the order, knowing, no doubt; that anyone who would
drop two hundred gold coins to buy flowers was eccentric and wealthy
enough to offer a very good tip.
Satisfied, the demon turned
to watch the match again-- then suddenly stopped as he received a
mental demand from Mahannarin.
Master Mal'Ganis, I have
cornered Setsuna, the one who was hunting demons earlier. Shall I
attack him?
Need you even ask?
Your will be done,
Master. The mindlink broke; but Mal'Ganis, still concentrating
on his proxy, could sense that Mahannarin had attacked with
surprise; Crippling Setsuna and wounding him with a Rain of
Fire before the powerful swordsman could react.
In a
fair battle, victory would doubtlessly go to Setsuna. ...of course,
demons, like he; are not generally accustoming to fighting fair.
Mahannarin will lose no matter what he does, but Setsuna will be
injured... and that should not be difficult to capitalize
on.
The Nathrezim shook his head. He had hoped the next
battle, as the Doomguard team was now effectively halved; would be
an easy one.
"Making their way to the Arena from the west
side, at a combined weight of three hundred, forty-seven pounds...
Shang Tsung and Kiiiiiing!"
...well. Now this can't be
good.
"Making their way to the Arena, from the north
side, weighing in at a mind-boggling combined weight of one
thousand, eighteen hundred and seventy-six pounds, the Doom
Guard!"
Sabane alone should be enough to stop a wounded
mortal sorcerer and this ma-- ha, ha.
Distraction,
Mal'Ganis knew; was very important to duels such as this. As the
trio in the arena eyed each other warily; the Dreadlord sent a
telepathic message to 'King.'
That's a very good disguise,
my dear. I hope you can maintain it against my Doomguard. You'll
have to do quite well at dodging his fiery attacks... you would not
want anything important to burn away, would you?
He
laughed inwardly as King, stunned, starting looking around the
arena; but she had never met Mal'Ganis, nor knew of his powers; and
after a few tense seconds shook her head and began to focus on the
imposing sight of the massive spellcasting demon.
Shang Tsung
glanced toward the Dreadlord, and Mal'Ganis shrugged. You should
be able to win this, Sorcerer. Although you might not want to take
Sabane lightly... especially in your wounded condition. Oh... and
since he is merely here as a guest... you won't be able to
take his soul. I apologize.
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A-vote to
Setsuna. A-vote to Kite.
A-vote to Allen
Sanyder. A-vote to Kyosuke. A-vote to Kuma. A-vote to Air
Man.
R-vote to Alma Beoulve.
R-vote to Jun. R-vote
to Shang Tsung. R-vote Vincent. (These last three are
tentative on my getting any R-vote requests.)
I'll try not to
vote dump in the future. Time constraints; what a pain....
Mahannarin the
Doomguard is attacking Setsuna and possibly anyone else
backstage. The demon can't "win," of course, but he's more than good
enough to hurt him a bit.
"As you can see, your people are now mine. I
will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of
Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis
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Within
the shadows of the battlefield, an even blacker shadow begins to
form...within moments, the form of Testament has resolved itself.
Zio hovers overhead as Testament strides forward, searching for the
source of the strange emanation...and finds it. A fair distance
away, from within some sort of somewhat damaged building a strange
emanation seems to radiate... a twisted cyclone of cold and
darkness, plain to sense for one with the proper talent. The Gear
watches motionlessly from his position...
"An interesting
being, whatever it is that has such an aura about it."
Zio
morphs to her humanoid form, floating in the air above Testament on
the handle of her scythe, like a witch riding a
broomstick.
"What are you going to do,
Testament-sama?"
"...nothing, yet. This being could present
an interesting challenge, should I fight against it. It would be
better to wait...that way I will know more about what I'll be facing
should the need to fight arise."
Testament says nothing more,
only turning his eyes to the fight. Zio, after looking at Testament
for a moment, does the same.
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Mukki
Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Wherever there
are hot and sweaty men...
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And
now, a post, from CIRRUS! (Oh, you all KNOW you miss me ) ~~~~~~
The wind blew softly over the oft
traveled plains outside of Midgar. Flowers were in bloom, yellows,
blues, greens (Yeah, Midgar has green flowers. Deal with it). A
single petal was caught in the wind, blowing from the verdant
fields, lofting slowly to the oldest place in Midgar, where the
original seeds for all this greenery had come from, the old church.
It was a rustic building, beginning to collapse, which, at one
point, was the only source of life within the city of Midgar, and
arguably where the real quest that lead to the ressurection of the
city had started. A spiky haired blonde man stood in the front of
this church, his friends and loved ones: Tifa, Zack, and Aeris,
reflected in his mako green eyes, content with everything for the
first time he could remember, as a single shimmering tear slid down
his cheek.
But this story has nothing to do with
him.
No, this story involves a great evil. One so vast, so
dark, that he sees all, knows all, and most importantly...Wonks all.
Yes, this is the story of a man, and his thong. A lonely
man, a tired man, a homosexual man. A man who will always know where
you are, because no matter how far you run, or how well executed
your disguise......You will always learn the same lesson. One that
has been taught to Elves, blue hedgehogs, Norse gods, Krizaks, and
all others who have gone up against him... You cannot hide from
Mukki.
Yes, gather 'round children, because wherever there
are well toned male bodies, pulsing and grinding, sweating up a
storm, clashing, fighting, laughing...There will be Mukki...And
this, is his story.....
***
"Guess who's back? Back
again...Mukki's back! Wonk a friend! Yeah! Guess who's back, guess
who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's
back....I can't remember any more of the words....dammit"
A
lone man appeared in a dark alley. He understood where he was, and
what had happened. He had been called upon once again. For what
reason, he really wasn't sure. Everyone in these tournaments always
seemed to have super powers of some kind, he was just a very horny
homosexual man....But He wasn't about to complain. Mukki grinned,
and stepped out of the alley, onto the main street...and into the
carnage, changing his tune slightly as he walked.
"Wonk me up
inside! Wonk me up inside! Call my name and say you want a wonk!
....."
******
That's right folks, Mukki's back, and
he'll be sidekicking, for better or worse, throughout the rest of
the tourney. I conned Kyo into it, so its all legit and stuff, too
. Welcome...To the next level.
Oh, and any of you
not privy to Mukki....Ask Kyo, or one of the rest of the RI group.
I'm sure they'll fill you in 
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 07:44
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Martian Successor
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Adol
and Alec emerged from the jungle-like terrain into an open field
with a hot spring in the middle. They overheard another pair
emerging from the surrounding terrain.
"Y'know, Vader. I saw
in a game once these two horny shits spinning around and making you
play there sick twisted minigames. Especially the first one. That
sucked. But you could ***z the shit out of the couple by bombing and
shooting them."
The pair, a boy and a shape-shifting dog,
revealed themselves. The former gasped upon the site of Adol and
Alec.
"A challenger!" exclaimed the boy, "I must defend my
honor; the honor," he pulled out a bone being held by his belt and
held it up, "...of THE BONE!" The bone glared in the
sunlight.
"Thguof-drah eb lliw elttab siht. Enob eht fo rewop
eht sdleiw ohw eh si ti," Alec announced.
And so the boy
leapt at Adol and the duel began. It was a bout of spinning slashing
and blocking either by Adol's shield or the Holy Power of the
Bone.
Additionally, Alec was facing off against Vader the
dog. Vader rushed him once and he jumped to avoid it. He charged
again from the opposite side. Alec replied to it by flipping as the
dog came, vaulting him into the direction of the Boy with the Bone,
sending the two flying back into the jungle.
Alec sighed a
relief. "Dab ew!" he shouted.
Suddenly a slice heard and a
tree near the open came crashing down with an angry bone boy
emerging from the dust it created.
"You have done well to
get this far...but now...you will die," said he as he began to
charge his bone. Adol saw his chanced and rushed in to
***z.
(*Shining Finger starts to play in the
background*)
The ph33r could soon be seen in the boy's eyes.
"It takes too fucking long to charge!" he angrily yelled, as Adol
***zed him. "Aaaaah! The ***zage!" the boy yelped.
A-VOTES
TO...
JASON VICE/MATURE STORM
R-VOTES TO (NO
TRIVIA TODAY)... OPERA BRUCE BANNER
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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ph33r :O~
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: New Jersey~
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Meh, I
really don't want to get involved in the action yet. Maybe next
round...
But for now, VOTE DUMP~ (Note, I'm only R-voting as I don't think I'm in any
position to a-vote anyone...yet
>:})
~R-Votes~
Opera Shizumaru
There are 10
types of people in this world: those who know Binary and those who
don't.
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Heaven or Hell?
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http://ggx.sprite-central.net/kywin21.gif
Just
a little something 
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 08:08
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Unorthodox Uber-Bitch
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Damn
you, my doctor. You had to become my [expletive] consuelor because
of my [expletive] cynicism and "depression". Now I'm 2 [expletive]
hours and 30 minutes late. [expletive] [expletive]! Oh well, I guess
vote dumping is in order. Also, considering that I have to catch up
while watching Yu-yu Hakusho, I doubt I'll be able to post another
[expletive] section thanks to that [expletive] doctor of
mine.
A-Vote to Allen Synder. A-Vote to Kyosuke. A-Vote
to Kite (what happened here?).
R-Vote to Jun. R-Vote to
Shang Tsung (Needed a teammate).
Vanish
used.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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::BLAH:: Assume the post is before Luna's. I read out
of order and screwed myself up ^^;; ::sighs:: wasn't even finished
yet :P
K' ambled around the Oujin Brotherhood Dojo. He
realized he had been there for quite some time and that somewhere
along the way he had lost his way through the maze of hallways and
entrances that the dojo was comprised of. Of course, he had lost
track of Mint too since he had not paid any attention to where he
was going. He stepped into another room and sighed. Each room he
entered seemed exactly the same, K' didn't know where he was and was
tired of sauntering around the dojo. "I'm probably walking around in
god damn circles. How the hell do people learn to get around this
building." K' said out loud as if there was another person beside
him.
Riled up with frustration he slammed his fist against
the wall creating a circular delve. He went into the adjoined room
and found himself in a chamber with a large, rectangular table
placed in the center. There was tea and several cups. 'Why not? It's
not like I have anything better to do in this place.' K' thought to
himself.
He sat down and started to pour a cup for himself
when a crushing wave of momentous force knocked him down. K' heard a
distant inhuman scream. K' stood up aggravated. "First wine, now god
damn tea..." he said to himself half sarcastically; K' was more
fixated on the "thing" that had caused the impact.
The roar
was distinct, K' could tell the howl originated from a demon. The
creature was something similiar, if not more massive, to the Apanda
he had run into when he first entered the dojo. That had been
several hours ago. K' left the room hastily and removed his jacket
at the same time. He swung the jacket around his waist and tied the
sleeves together. He continued to expedite towards where the cold
blooded screech had instigated. 'God damn fucking maze...'
K'
stopped in his tracks and heard another roar; this time it was
louder--He was close to where the demon was. So close he could
feel the surge of the screech. K' walked further down the
long, narrow hallway he had reached only a few minutes before. The
amount of wreckage and damage increased as he advanced down the
corridor through several doorways and entrances. It was another
indication he was in the vicinity of where the reverberating bellow
had been set off. K' hurried his pace and soon broke into an all out
sprint. He stopped abruptly and faced a mass of stone, wood, and
debri that was obstructing his path. Raising his right hand several
inches away from his neck, he curled his fingers slightly. A small
flare formed on his palm and gradually grew larger engulfing his
gloved hand until it was bursting with flames. K' thrust his fist
forward aiming for the massive pile of wreckage and released a heat
drive. It torpedoed through the wreckage with an earth shattering
detonation. Mounds of dust rose in the air and once it settled K'
took a step back. What faced him was one massively enormous demon
glaring down at him. Blood, mixed with thick saliva, was pouring out
from its mouth. Scattered about the room were several other people.
K' took a quick glance and recognized only one person--Mint. Others
were tending to their wounds or helping those who had been injured.
K' eyed the demon again. "God, you're fucking ugly you know
that?"
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Ex-Turk
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“Why are you breathing so hard?”
I shifted my
head in her lap and muffled into the sheets, “Huh?”
“You’re
breathing hard.” I could hear her smile and she played gently with
my short hair, running her slender fingers through my head. I purred
contently, and I shifted my head again to lay on her stomach, sheet
separating her skin from mine.
“I’m fine.” I said and moved
closer to her, wrapping a bare arm around her waist and her stomach
rumbled quickly with a giggle. She continued running her fingers
through my hair and I closed my eyes, leaning into her and feeling
at once truly relaxed.
It was in the dead of night, nothing
lit the room but the torches from outside, lending their light
through the window of her room. The Nibelheim moon was sadly not out
tonight.
“Did you say something?” She asked, pausing a moment
with her light massage to my scalp.
I lifted my head and
turned it to face her. Her light brown hair fell messily on her
face, and it only made her look more beautiful. Her eyes glowed…
something that wasn’t happening two weeks ago and let were happening
now. Both she and I knew what it was coming from, but the two of us
didn’t bring it up. I knew it hurt her. I knew this “trip” to
Nibelheim was nothing she had ever imagined.
“Nothing…” I
smiled fondly at her and reached up with my right hand to touch her
face. She leaned her cheek into my touch, closing her eyes with a
sweet smile, “I think you’re hearing things.”
She caught my
joke, and the smile grew into more of a mischievous one, “My ears
are still ringing from a couple hours ago, you know.”
“Want
me to fix that?” I sat up and let the sheet fall off of me, and I
brought my lips to her ear, and blew gently into it.
She
giggled again, and I could feel the hair standing on her skin,
goosebumps starting to form. I smiled, and blew a little harder into
her ear, before finally stopping and placing my chin on her
shoulder. She gracefully placed her arms around my shoulders and the
two of us stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the touch of bare
skin.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her, knowing it was in
the back of her mind, and the back of my own as well.
“I
feel… strange,” She began, and let her arms drop off to the side.
Sensing her need to let go, I moved back on the bed and looked at
her directly in her eyes. They glowed stronger, and I searched them
for any sign of what she was feeling, “I really do not know how I
feel.”
I kept watching her, and picked up one of her hands,
carefully massaging it between mine, “Do you feel sick at
all?”
“No.”
I placed her left hand gently to her side
and picked up her right one, repeating the process, “That is a
start. Were you feeling like this before?”
“A little…” She
closed her eyes and leaned her head back into the headboard of the
bed. I leaned back and put my weight on my right hand, still slowly
massaging her hand in mine. I did not bother to think of anything to
say; it seemed unnecessary.
It was our last night
together.
-*-*-*-*
Ah… what
did you see in her, Valentine? The way her hair fell on her
shoulders? The way her eyes pleaded for yours? The way she looked at
you before she looked that way at Hojo? Or was she just good in
bed?
…
Come on, Valentine.
There has to be a reason.
I’m not up for games,
Chaos.
But I am. Tell me, why did you not
shoot Hojo the first time you saw him with her? Take her back to
yourself, run off to Midgar, get married… tell me, Vincent
Valentine, why did you not protect the woman you
love?
…If she was happy, then… I didn’t
mind.
Of course you minded! The woman that
stroked you’re hair, the woman that shared a same passion as you,
the woman that you fucked was with another, and both you and she
knew there was no love with the other.
…
That rock in your chest just sits there, waiting for
someone to come along, mine it, and make it into a diamond. Tell me,
Valentine, how close did she get to you? Or did she just dirty it
more?
…Chaos…
There is not a
thing you can do to prevent it, Valentine. She suffered. She
suffered through thr birth of Hojo’s child. Not your child,
Valentine, Hojo’s. She endured great pain. She wanted to die,
Valentine, she wanted to die. Because you would not go and get her
back. Because she loves you, she wants to die.
…Stop
it, Chaos, you’re trying to take control….
And you lied to her. You got shot, never to awaken for
thirty years, never to see her suffer in labor. What are you,
Valentine? A coward? Run with your tail in-between your legs,
pretend what happened never did happen. Stay asleep long enough?
Maybe you could sleep away the pain? C’mon, Valentine! Give it
up.
… Chaos, I am going to make sure you are dead by
the end of this tournament.
I’m awaiting
it. -*-*-*
NOTE: Vinny is still
unconscious. Incase anyone cared 
Using Repitition on
Dorrin
As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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Yuri Hyuga III
- Chucking In The Bushes
The
first thing Yuri noticed on waking, long before opening his eyes,
was the rocking motion beneath his chest as his body hung over
something in motion. Moments later, as his ears started working
again, he heard low voices; Ky's voice, the man who he'd been
fighting, still with an edge of pain from their recent battle.
Another voice, unmistakably Japanese, a much younger tone from a
short distance away.
The second thing was that he could no
longer hear the sounds of the arena. Obviously he'd lost; not that
he was in it to win, for the mindless adulation of the crowd, but it
hurt like hell to admit defeat. Instead he heard the background
sounds of the city; the noise of battle in the distance, but that
was nothing he wasn't used to. Now he could feel the heat from what
was beneath him; he was being carried by someone.
The third
thing was that he really felt like throwing
up.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh..." Yuri groaned, a long growl of
pain, and the rocking motion suddenly stopped as the man carrying
him came to a swift halt. As his eyes flickered open he saw a
glimpse of open courtyard before his vision dropped; the man
carrying him had dropped to one knee and was slowly lifting Yuri's
weight off his shoulders. As his boots touched the cobblestones he
saw his errant guardian, who'd been supporting his weight despite
his own injuries. Injuries that, for the most part, he'd
inflicted.
"Uuuuuuuaaaaahhh... Ky?" he muttered, still groggy
and feeling lousy as hell. "You... why'd you save me? I wasn't
holdin' back or anything..."
The holy knight looked at him
wearily, blonde hair shaking in the wind as he leant on his sword.
Carrying Yuri's weight with his own weariness had almost done for
him, but it was his path to put others before himself. "You made a
mistake, that was all," Ky replied. "No man deserves death for such
a thing, and it was not my place to grant it."
"Beautiful...
just beautiful..." Yuri managed, staring in disbelief at the holy
knight, then a spasm of pain crossed his face as his stomach
erupted. Looking around for something where he could offload - a
basin, a bin, anything! - the Russian saw two others looking
at him while being too polite to stare.
The Japanese boy he'd
heard earlier, his red hair blowing over large eyes full of concern,
and a young girl whose expression tugged at his memories. He'd seen
that look on Alice's face too many times before, that drive to put
all others before themselves, no matter what damn fool trouble it
got her into and he'd have to jump in to help out -
His
stomach redoubled its efforts, throwing all attempts at
introspection to the winds. Yuri blanched, clutching at his chest,
and as the girl started to ask, "A-are you all right?" it was
already too late to stop.
"'Scuse me, 'scuse me!" he somehow
managed, throwing himself past them and heading straight for the
nearby bushes. The sounds that followed weren't particularly
delicate as the Harmonixer emptied his stomach into the local soil.
The silence behind him was almost palatable as he slowly rose,
wiping his lips with the back of his hand and morbidly examining the
mess. Had he really eaten that thing in the desert town?
The
girl looked at him, as concerned as she'd seemed before, and Yuri
redoubled her opinion of her. If she attracted as much trouble as
Alice did, and had the same potential, she was in for one heck of a
ride. Attractive, too - a little young for his tastes, and he'd
never been interested in relationships, but he knew what he liked.
That smile, those clothes, that body which they covered without
hiding its promise -
"A-hem," Ky coughed politely,
drawing Yuri's attention to what he was doing. Yuri grinned
shamelessly at the holy knight; the girl didn't seem to have noticed
in her concern for his well-being, although a look of horror was
beginning to cross the samurai's face. "You are better now, I hope?
Only we need to continue moving, for our safety."
"Whoa
there, holy boy," Yuri replieds slowly, still trying to get his
bearings. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends first?
Anyways," he continued, noticing the injuries and general state of
exhaustion that all of them carried, "shouldn't we try to recover a
bit first?"
The Japanese boy held up one hand, the other
holding some kind of weird parasol - which was strange enough,
because it didn't seem like it was going to rain and only an idiot
would use something like that as a weapon. "H-hajimemashite...
namae o Hisame Shizumaru..."
Yuri wracked his brains for
his minimal Japanese, and got it completely wrong. "You're carrying
an parasol because it's going to rain blood? Ick, messy. Makes
sense, I guess, but isn't that kind of a reason to get inside
somewhere?"
The boy blushed, stammering out an apology -
(for what? I'm the one that goofed... I think) - then
repeated himself. "Nice to m-meet you... I am Hisame Shizumaru. We
would rest, but Alma-san cannot heal at the moment and I
cannot."
"Hmmm..." Yuri murmured, turning to the girl and
failing to fight down his growing interests. "You'd be Alma, then?
Figures you're a healer - something in the face, I think? Something
that says to the world, "Let's be happy and help each other!" Heh, I
know someone just like ya..."
Alma's expression wavered
somewhere between her former concern and mild bemusement, with a
slight twist of disgust that she was trying to fight down. "I am
Alma Beoulve... it is nice to meet you, whoever you are." I
think. "But I cannot heal at the moment, not until my strength
recovers enough for my white magic..."
Yuri nodded, then
realised he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Yuri Hyuga. I'm a
monster hunter most of the time, save the times when a damned voice
in my head tells me to do stuff. And I think I can do something
about healing, y'know?"
Ky, watching him for any signs of
aggression like before, had to start at this. "Healing? You?
Does that mean taking the form of another demon?" His hand rested on
the hilt of the Thunderseal, ready to move if he called on another
demon and it went out of control...
The Harmonixer nodded.
"Sure thing - the one I fought you with isn't the only soul I've got
rattling 'round in my skull. Oh, and don't worry," he commented to
the others, who didn't know what he meant but had drawn back at the
mention of a demon, "I know what I'm doing with this
thing."
Probably.
Yuri concentrated, bracing
his feet, then as the Fusion flooded into his mind he brought hands
up to his temples and roared a cry of pain. Alma started, another
question of aid springing to her lips, Shizumaru's expression
showing much the same, then both let out a gasp and covered their
eyes as the bright light burst from Yuri's body.
It cleared
to show the floating form of the Heaven's Fiend, the most benign of
the souls that haunted the Russian, but still no less deadly given
the chance to take over. And weakened from the battle as he was, he
had enough strength to fight off its presence while he called on the
Fiend's abilities. Pressing its long white hands together, angelic
wings beating in symphony with the beats of the long tail against
the floor, Yuri looked inwards and outwards.
The cleansing
light washed over all of them; Ky and Shizumaru straightening as it
healed the most serious of their wounds, Alma's eyes brightening as
it restored some of her inner strength. Yuri, too, felt the wounds
heal that had even transfered to the Fiend's body before the light
died. He would have tried another heal but he lacked the strength,
still weak from the battle, so he had no reason to remain in this
form.
The Fiend brought its hands back to its temples,
letting out a bell-like tone of pain, the light burst from his body
once more and Yuri's booted feet hit the floor after hovering in
midair. He could still feel the healing that had been granted to the
Fiend's body, noting the lessening of his pain, and he grinned in
triumph as the others showed similar signs of
recovery.
"Now..." Yuri commented, relishing in the attention
the others were giving him, "we're all feeling better now. So if
something's after us, how about we get the hells out of here?"
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Hokay, vote dumping time. R-Votes to Alma,
Shizumaru and Sol.
A-Votes to Kite, Kuma, Airman, Kalten, Jun
and Dorrin.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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Max,
having won yet another fight in the arena, notices a large battle
occuring in the distance. Interested in why people would be fighting
in the middle of a bunch of buildings when there was a perfectly
good arena right nearby, Max heads over, and on his way there, finds
a group of four people.
'Hey, anyone know what's going on
over there?' Max asks, pointing in the direction of the
dojo.
'A silver-haired man came and attacked me and my
companion here, saying something like 'the blood of six must fall,'
or something.' A somewhat thin man explains to him, 'he then
summoned some demons and attacked, I barely managed to get
away.'
'Sounds like I came in the nick of time! It looks like
you need the strength of someone like me! Ha ha ha ha!' Max says,
once again flexing his large muscles.
'Oh! Gomennasai!
I haven't even introduced myself! Hajimemashite, namae wa Hisame
Shizumaru.' The short man introduces himself.
'Alma
Beoulve, pleased to meet you.' A young girl says.
'I am Ky
Kiske, of the Order of Holy Knights.' A tall, blonde haired man
says.
'Yuri Hyuga.' The fourth person states.
'I'm
Max, leader of the Shileska Empire.'
'Alright, so how about
getting the hell away from whatever's chasing us now?' Yuri asks
no-one in particular.
--------- First of all, say
something if I portrayed your character too badly here , the only ones I know are Ky and Alma.
Okay, time
to get rid of a few votes-
1 A-vote
to Kite Dorrin Daisetsu Kalten Airman Rogue
1
R-vote to Jun Alma Shizumaru
Using
Repetition on Kuma
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Baka,
TT, and Slipstream are all FOCUSed for the next round, by
request.
Voting for this round ends in 26
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crap.
doesn't look like I'll finish writing anything before the round
ends, so here are my votes.
1 R-Vote to Opera
Vectra(Luna)!
Using Lord Kalten's special ability
Scattered Fire on Allen Snyder and Kyosuke!
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Bowling
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Chrono Cross - Dream's Creation
This painting is different, and at first looks
easily shocking...but you'll need to fully understand the artist
before you make a statement like that. The triangle that is a staple
of balance appears here, in the form of the scarred girl's face,
which takes up the entire bottom left side of the piece; then,
you'll see a pair of foreign soldiers with bloody spears, aim their
sights at the girl's back, and her side. The three pieces to the
puzzle.
This is inevitability.
But this is a very
fine, sharp painting, with bright colors, and not even a bit of
shadow applied. It almost resembles modern pixel art, but still
attains realism in the characters' eyes. Because it's obvious that
the mood of dispair and gloom is no where to be seen here, I believe
that this is a contradicting message.
There are a few ways I
can choose to look at this.
One, I can accept this to be a
piece of art where what we expect of mood expression, like dark
colors, does not apply to real life, and that true evil, sadness,
and despair can occur no matter the clarity of the sky.
Two,
I can instead choose to view the piece from the perspective of
narrative over style, and that the painting indeed shows that hope
lies for this apparently doomed child.
Or, three, I can
interpret this as impressionism; that this obvious challenge to
storytelling represents the freedom of an artist to ignore
contradictions, and rely only on the composition as the
truth.
Knowing nothing of this artist, or of this war, of a
people I never knew existed, I can say nothing, and know nothing,
but the feelings I extract from art.
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which
Sabane is defeated by Shang Tsung and King...
Shang
Tsung glanced over at King, who seemed to be distracted at...
something. Unconciously, the man's hand brushed through his hair,
and he straightened his gloves. Shang Tsung looked first at him,
then at the demon, and shrugged.
Surely he can't be
getting psyched out by a mere demon. Though, granted, the demon is
over nine feet tall and weighs nine hundred pounds... And has a
firey scimitar... and powerful spells... Now that I think about it,
I can see why a mortal would be scared of such a
demon.
The sorcerer smiled slightly, then moved to King's
side. "We have the advantage. If you want me to engage in melee
combat while you attack from a further range, then we shall do
so."
Needless to say, this irked King a bit. "I don't need to
rely on you, sorcerer. You stand back and help me as best you can.
Just try to get in some good moves, if you would." The man
straightened his gloves, and stretched his legs.
Shang Tsung
smiled. "Good enough. My style is better-suited for projectile
attacks, anyway." And that means that you'll soak up the damage.
And if you should die...
Then I would get the
soul.
The sorcerer gritted his teeth. Mal'Ganis, the
souls of warriors are mine by right. You may have the greater bulk
of them, but I rely on quality, not quantity. Do you
understand?
Clearly, sorcerer, but you may want to
dodge.
The Oriental man's eyes widened, and he barely
managed to sidestep Sabane's swipe. King assumed a stance which
Shang Tsung identified as Muay Thai kickboxing. And, whether through
confidence or stupidity, the man dashed towards Sabane, jumping into
the air and lashing out with a right kick.
The demon,
needless to say, was less than impressed. It nearly shrugged off the
blow, and swiped again. The fires of its scimitar scorched King's
outfit, and the man backpedalled. Just in time to avoid a fireball,
which smashed into the demon, and knocked it back.
King
twisted his body around, and spinkicked. A wave of bluish energy
shot from his leg, and hit the demon again. Sabane was starting to
get slightly annoyed at this, and closed its eyes. With a wave of
its sword, a rain of meteors starting pelting the ground around
Shang Tsung and King. They both managed to dodge, though the meteors
definately left a mark.
King raised his leg, and glided along
the ground. The doom guard didn't bother with a defense this time,
and absorbed the blow. Though it was still staggered by the furious
Mirage Kick.
Shang Tsung took this opportunity to use another
fireball, again hitting the demon. Sabane was getting quite annoyed
at this. He closed his eyes, and waved his hand. King's muscles
suddenly started seizing up, as though he had been
crippled.
Shang Tsung noticed this, and began sneaking behind
the demon. As he expected, the Doom Guard focused on King, slashing
at a speed that the crippled man couldn't hope to contest.
That is, until Shang Tsung 'borrowed' a bit of the demon's
soul. Instantly, the nine-foot-tall behemoth stomped on the ground,
stunning both of his opponents. He switched targets to the sorcerer,
hitting Shang Tsung with his scimitar. The man went flying, and hit
the wall. Seeing this, King gathered his energy for another
attack.
He dashed toward the demon, and as the gigantic beast
turned, King backflipped. The demon sneered, then stopped as he saw
a trail of energy extend from the kick. The demon's frame froze,
then was pummeled in a flurry of kicks. Strangely enough, its face
was that of amusement, not of shock or anxiety.
So, Shang
Tsung decided to take advantage of the situation, and he used his
soul stealing during the fury of blows. Unsurprisingly, it was King
that was hit by it, and his stream of attacks slowed
down.
"What was that for?"
Shang Tsung smiled. "I'm
sorry, I thought that I had a clear line of attack to the demon. My
mistake." With that, he charged in, and pummeled the demon with his
famed three kick, three punch, impale combo. Sabane reeled
back.
The judge smiled, and bellowed, "Finish
him!"
Shang Tsung's teeth started gnashing. That's MY
line...
So, he sliced off the demon's head, and the body
faded away. The announcer was quite happy. "Here's your winners...
King, and Shang Tsung!"
The Arena was quiet for a moment,
then burst in wild applause. If, for no other reason, than the fact
that the two-versus-two competitions would now be fair.
Shang Tsung, as he walked out of the Arena, turned to King.
"Shall we get something to eat?" The man nodded, and they went to
the Arena's built-in dining area.
King ordered roast boar and
montecello wine. Shang Tsung, feeling more for seafood, chose king
crab and champagne. The traditional meal of victors in Mortal
Kombat.
The two enjoyed the meal by quite a bit, and Shang
Tsung offered a toast. "To victory, and the rewards thereof."
Namely, your soul and those of every battered, bloody carcass
that I can take! He offered a smile.
Until the fortune
cookie came. "You have grown up by eating the yellow apple without
anyone noticing it."
Shang Tsung's eyebrows started
twitching, and he applied his napkin to the upper-left hand corner
of his face. "Where are these things coming from?"
King
looked at it, and smiled. "It sounds like you've got an admirer.
Good luck, Tsung-sama." The sorcerer looked at the fortune cookie
again, and sighed. I think I need a nice vacation.
White
sands, good wine, plenty of souls... But that's not going to happen,
now is it? Shang Tsung sighed again.
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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Master List
||Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (98 EXP - Level
2!)
Sponsors xxBowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super
Heroes)(13) |||Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of
Fighters)(26) xxDry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)(8) xxSlipstream
- Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)(20) xxExeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty
Gear)(14) ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy
IV)(7) |||||||||||||||colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter
EX) Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi
2)(10)
Sidekicks m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street
Fighter Alpha) Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II) Anoat -
Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)
||Kalten --- The
Blue Dragon (76 EXP)
Sponsors |Curley W
- Jason Soe w/ Vader(9) xxxxxLuna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The
Second Story)(4) Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of
Fighters)(10) S-Chicken Boner - Adol
Christian(Y's)(5) xxxxxBaka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)(26) xxSan
Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal
Kombat)(12) ||||||||||||||||||Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival
Schools) xxxxxJust Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash
Bros.)(10)
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street
Fighter) Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash
Bros.)
|Jun --- The Green
Dragon (90 EXP - Level 2!)
Sponsors xThe
Damned - King(The King of Fighters) arena(18) xWayne -
Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)(13) ||||||||||||||||||Nif -
Kite(.hack//infection)(1) Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty
Gear)(28) xxxKellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy
VII)(4) ||eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the
Atom)(12) |||||||||||||||||||Simplistic Hero -
Kuma(Tekken) ||||||Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny
II)(14)
Sidekicks Psycho Power
J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram
Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick
||||||Dorrin --- The White Tiger (57
EXP)
Sponsors Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa
Frontier)(7) xxxxxxRenmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics)(14) xxxxxxxxCarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown)(7) xMageusBlack - Maya
Amano(Persona)(8) |||||||||||||||||||||||pirate360 -
AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles) ||||||||||||||||Adam*Warlock -
Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street Fighter) |Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of
Zelda: The Wind Waker)(13) xxKrizak - Mint(Threads of
Fate)(13)
Give a hearty farewell to Rogue, Air Man, Kuma,
Kite, Kyosuke, Allen Snyder, Max, Vice, and Mature, for they have
recieved too much punishment from their peers and have fallen
behind on the path to godhood permanently. Their characters will
still remain with the group, but their spirit energy flow has been
reduced to a trickle now.
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Posted: 04-21-2003 , 09:49
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Jellomancer
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(Post
started around 6:10 Alaska time)
He's way
out of our league...
Consider him a
warmup for the legions of Hell.
The grey demon
remained where he was, mouths singing their unholy litany. Amethyst
dropped back, hands steepled in front of him, fingers spread. He
thrust one hand toward Zalera, and a bright blue-green chain of
energy leapt forward, wrapping around Zalera's arms and torso. With
a sneer, the demon twitched his arms, snapping the chain into so
many aquamarine shards. he raised his hands, darkness pouring from
the palms. Thinking quickly, Amethyst readied another
spell.
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Blargh. Brain run dry at 6:45 Alaska time.
>_<
Allay on Dorrin, anyway.
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Mukki
Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Wherever there
are hot and sweaty men...
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Mukki
wandered the streets, looking around, checking out the various
contestants, and slowly making his way to the arena, which seemed
the logical place for sexy, sweaty men to congregate, of course.
He briskly walked through the entrance of the arena, walking
to the very center as battles went down around him, and one man in
particular caught his eye. Mukki moved as close to the battle as he
could, just close enough to hear his name yelled out. “Shang
Tsung”
.....I must wonk him...This man....he
is....beautiful..........This could take some
preparation....
Mukki walked back to the center of the
battleground, and set off a trigger, causing a platform to rise five
or so feet into the air, with him on it. He pulled a small red orb
out of his thong, and threw it into the air, as wonksters wielding
musical instruments popped into being around him. Some of the
battles around him seemed to stop right where they were, as even
some of the monsters seemed completely baffled by what was going on.
Mukki grabbed a microphone from one of the wonksters, and tapped it.
”Testing...Testing....I’d like to dedicate this song, to
Shang Tsung down there...I love ya babe...come meet me after the
show...OUCH! And dodge those attacks better next time! I can’t wonk
you if you’re all decapitated and stuff.” He paused for a moment.
“Well...I COULD, but I’d probably get all
bloody....Anyway.......Prepare...for Mukki...AND THE JABBERWONKS!
Hit it boys!”
The wonksters started playing, as music flooded
the stadium, the loudspeakers projecting the sound of the
instruments through not just the stadium, but for blocks around.
Mukki stepped forward, and began to sing.
Oh I’d give up
forever to wonk you ‘Cause I know that I’ll have you
somehow I’m the best form of pleasure, that you’ll ever
see And I know that I want you right now And all I can see is
your man boobs And all I can hear is your voice 'Cause sooner
or later I’ll have you You just don’t have that much of a
choice
And I just want for Shang Tsung to wonk
me He’s a dead sexy shape shifting guy I hope that my heart
won’t be broken If he doesn’t, then I just might
die
And no matter how fast you are running I will
catch you and that is no lie Because no one can hide from
Mukki I’ll find you if you’re still alive!
And I
just want for Shang Tsung to wonk me He’s a dead sexy shape
shifting guy I hope that my heart won’t be broken If he
doesn’t, then I just might die
The wonksters broke out
into a solo, fireworks shooting into the air every time one of them
slammed on a drum, an electric guitar-weilding wonkster slid to the
front of the stage, flames shooting in an arc over his head, as he
played a riff on the guitar. Mukki danced up to the front again, and
began to sing once more.
And I just want for Shang Tsung
to wonk me! He’s a dead sexy shape shifting guy I hope that my
heart won’t be broken If he doesn’t, then I just might
die
And I just want for Shang Tsung to wonk me He’s
a dead sexy shape shifting guy I hope that my heart won’t be
broken If he doesn’t, then I just might die
If he
doesn’t, then I just might die If he doesn’t, then I just might
die If he doesn’t, then I just might die....
Mukki
dropped to the ground, sweating, breathing hard. Anyone who had
stopped to watch was completely and totally confused by this point.
Some were laughing out loud, and there was a monster or two even
applauding. Suddenly, a giant purple...thing dropped from the
ceiling, and started flinging fireballs at Mukki and his band. Mukki
dropped to the ground, but the wonksters were all hit by the first
wave of attacks, vanishing in puffs of smoke.
Mukki dove off
the stage, hoping for a crowd of people to catch him. What he hadn’t
taken into account was that there WAS no crowd of people, and he
slammed directly into the ground. The monster slowly followed,
throwing fireballs as it came toward him.
“Uugh...There’s
always one monster that doesn’t appreciate you bursting into their
arena, hijacking their sound system, and trying to woo a
man.....HOMOPHOBE!!!!”
Mukki broke into a run, bursting back
out the doors of the arena, and back into the streets of the city,
once again alone.....
Hast thou lain
the Jabberwonk?
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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In which Chipp
opens up the mythical can of whupass
"Come
now, come now, surely you can do much better than that?" Zalera
smirked. Who the hell is this freak? Chipp wondered, but he
knew. He could feel the energy pulsing off him, a dread power that
sought only to consume, to destroy, to bring to ruin the works of
man. He knew that it had summoned that other demon. He knew that it
was going after Shizu-shishou, or maybe Alma.
And he was
pissed.
"I'm pretty certain you can do better," he
said as he charged up to the winged one. "You know, with your snappy
retorts. That "Shirley you can do better than that" was utterly
14|\/|3, G! Beta Brade!" he cried, leaping into the air with his
patented blade-uppercut. Chipp could see the manthing smirk as he
shifted out of the way.
That was okay. He had meant to
do that.
"Eat this, biznatch!" The tension flowing through
his veins, pulsing in synch with his adrenaline... he gathered it
into himself. focusing, and let it SURGE--
--time stopped.
The world filled with crimson. Just for the shortest of moments, but
that was all he needed. All he needed to abort his Beta Blade. All
he needed to switch to a much more deadly
attack....
"Gotcha!" He swung around and caught Zalera's eye.
Zalera stared right back, his eyes glaring. Such a fool. He may
not be aware, but I have all of his techniques well-memorized. To
strike at me with his Alpha Blade in this way would be as a fly
buzzing at God's heel.
As if reading this thought, Chipp
smirked (as you can imagine, this was happening very fast) and
shouted "Buddy, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
And you say his lines are
overdone?
Oy vey.
And then he
flew.
To the spectators, it happened in a flash. One second,
he was rising into the air, in a futile attack which his target had
dodged easily, while he hung... and then, a red flash burst around
him, and within not even a second he was dicing the air (and,
apparently, Zalera) in an endless flash of attacks. How he had
defied physics was beyond them, but they all agreed that it was madd
1337 (or slanguistic equivalent). And all around the room, they
could hear his voice as he sprung off the walls, taunting the
deathguise:
"Think you know my attacks, punk? Think again!
You've just tasted one of the secret techniques of Tsuyoshi-style
Ninjutsu! Remember my name, and its name, on the way back to
Hell!"
At the top of the room, his hair nearly scraping the
ceiling, he smirked.
Zalera's body hung underneath
him.
Go time.
He dove, slashing through Zalera
with all his force. And aced the landing. "You've just felt the
pleasent pain of the Zansei Rouga. Thank you for flying Zanuff Air.
We hope you had a enjoyable trip."
Like I said. COOOOR-NYYYYY.
"So,
what'd you guys think? Was that not 'teh skizzillz/'?" he asked of
the gathered folk.
No response. Save a laugh that was nowhere
near human.
--- Note: the "red flash" that Chipp did was
a Roman Cancel, one of the more notable techniques in Guilty Gear X,
which allows cancellation of any move for a certain cost in tension.
In-game, it is more commonly used as a way to continue combos to
insane levels; in this case, Chipp used it to fake out
Zalera.
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Basic Lurker
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Sorry
for any Grammatical errors, or if this feel's rushed. I was in a bit
of a hurry to get this finisher for the Zalera fight
done. _____________________________________________
"So
this is it..." Jason thought, viewing the chaos in the ruined
dojo. A man with silver hair and angelic wings floated above the
others warriors in the room, seemingly taunting them as all their
attacks up to now had fail to stop his rampage. This was the first
time Jason had ever seen such a thing.
Well, in real life
that is. He had lost count on how many times he had seen evil silver
haired bishounens with at least some reference to angels, devils, or
God in modern RPGs. Until the tournaments came along, he thought
Squaresoft and the other gaming companies were just running out of
ideas for final boss forms.
"Alright Jason, you know you
can't stop that thing on your own, but if you don't do something,
all of those people in there could get killed!" The alchemist's
mind scrambled for possibilities. "Chibification? No, he'd resist
it easily enough. Razordust? Even worse. As strong as he is, he
could just redirect it at you! Power up an attack formula with the
Genius Element? No. No. NO! You've barely tested any formulas with
it. You could wipe out the whole city and still not get him with
that!.... But what else is there?"
Jason looked at his
friend, Vader. His oldest friend was almost in a feral state of
mind, staring at the Silver haired man from the duo's hiding spot.
"When all else fails..." He thought, reaching into his bag,
and pulling out a call bead. "Call for
help."
"Yugi... Come in, Yugi..." He called out.
trying to reach his most powerful ally
*CSHHZZZHT!
SHZZTZZT!!* "Jason?" A voice in his head replied. Yugi's tone
was cheery. He was normally called upon only when Jason wanted to
stay hello. Jason had made it a point to keep in contact with his
friends from other worlds. "How have you been? You sound a bit
worried."
"To be blunt I am." Jason replied in
thought. "Listen, I'm in a bit of a jam, and I need your help, up to
it?"
"What's going on?" The duelist asked. Jason
quickly began relaying the information to
him... ---- "Alright, are you ready Jason? This plan won't
work without good timing on your side."
"...I'm as
ready as I'm going to be." Jason answered. "Here I
go!"
"Hey!" Jason shouted, trying to get the pseudo
angel's attention. "I'm talking to you, you overused concept for a
villain! Can't you come up with something a little more original
than the angelic reference?!"
This jab seemed to have hit
it's mark, as the sorceror cast his eyes toward the newcomer in the
battle. "I am Zalera, the Angel of Death! Have you come willingly to
the altar?"
"Nope. I've come to try and stop
you."
"And how do you hope to do such a thing, mortal?"
Zalera asked, ready to slay the impudent boy in front of
him.
"With this..." Jason shot back, holding the call bead
up. "I summon the Dark Magician, in attack mode!" As soon as the
word's left his mouth, light shot out from the bead, taking the form
of a magi wearing dark purlpe robes, and weilding a staff. Yugi's
favorite Monster.
This only merited a chuckle from Zalera.
"Is this it? Do you really hold such faith in your little...
creation?"
"I do" Jason stated. "I have faith he fill out
his role."
"Then watch as your faith dies!" The demon
shouted, darting at the Dark Magician with incredible
speed.
"NOW!!!" Jason thought. His next words, he
spoke as fast as possible. "Activating Swords of Revealing
Light!"
Zalera was instantly halted by a veritable swarm of
sword shaped lights. "What is this?!" he screamed. As he strained
against the binding force, many of the sword vanished, buring out
faster than normal against the powerful magic of
Zalera.
"Oh God, oh God, gotta HURRY!" Jason thought
frantically. He quickly used the last of the call bead's power to
trigger the final part of Yugi's plan. "I summon Catapault Turtle,
in attack mode!" A large reptilian machine with a special type of
cannon mounted on it back appeared by the demon mage. As the call
bead in Jason's hand shattered, Jason called out new
orders.
"Dark Magician! Take Zalera, and LOAD yourself and
him onto Catapault Turtle!" The silent wizard complied, grabbing the
still bound Angel of Death.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Zalera
boomed. When he realized that the device on it's back was a
launcher, it became painfully clear.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"Now! Catapault Turtle.......
CATAPAULT LAUNCH!!!" Steam hissed across the turtles back as the
Dark Magician, still holding the dreaded demon Zalera, was rocketed
off of the catapault, through the roof, and into the
sky.
"It..... worked?!" Jason thought. Several seconds
of disbelief passed until the realization of his accomplishment
finally set in. "OH MY GOD! I DID IT! YES!
WHOOHOOOOOOO!!!" _____________________________________________
And
that concludes the massive Dojo battle.
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Act Two, Scene Two - Rarity
Jun
sighed as she returned from the doorway that led to Wanderhusk Den.
It appeared that none of the members were at home--they must have
gone off to some family ritual or something. It's a shame... I
would have liked to see Ian again. It's been a year since we snuck
into the Capital...
An image of Rohan flashed through her
mind, but she quickly quelled it, out of habit now than of
fear.
"M-m-miss Jun?"
She looked down to see a small
child grasping a bouquet of exquisite-looking flowers, trembling as
he held them as if he would turn to dust just from holding the
assortment of de-thorned roses and irises by the stems, even though
they were carefully wrapped in layer after layer of silk.
She
gasped. "Why, these are beautiful! Are they for
me?"
"Y-y-yes, mam," the child squeaked. "F-f-from a
M-M-Mal'G-G-G-G..."
"Mal'Ganis?"
"Y-y-yeah, that's
it!" The kid seemed pleased at his ability to remember the name,
even though Jun had given him a nudge. "A-ah b-b-better b--be going,
yep!"
The little boy vanished before he could properly thank
him--no wonder so many guys are ninjas--, and she was left
standing there, bouquet in her arms. She brought the assortment of
flowers close to her face, having sensed nothing harmful from them
beforehand, and inhaled their fragrance deeply. A tinge of a blush
appeared at her cheeks, and she recalled their earlier
conversations; this made a second time where he had given her an
outrageously magnificent gift after bestowing subtle compliments on
her--a seductive combination in intensity.
Mal'Ganis...
I've never encountered anyone so polite, or so sweet to a woman. If
one of my fiancees had treated me this well back home, I might have
been persuaded to get married... Any man of that character is a rare
thing in the universe indeed, no matter what the race. She
inhaled the scent of the roses and irises all at once again--like
his behaviour towards her, the contrast in scent was rather
appealing.
A shift in the small link between her and the
other three broke her out of her daze--it was time to move on, and
Daisetsu was ready. Within a second, the young woman holding the
roses was gone; a breeze on the wind, that temporarily carried a
scent.
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
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It’s
completely dark. Then a single spotlight illuminates the figure of a
young man with long blond hair and a smart goatee. He is easily one
of the most handsome men that you have ever seen. He waves a little,
then clears his throat.
“Well, that one went fast, didn’t it?
I’ve never gotten out this early before. Honestly I can’t say I’m
upset. My life is fairly busy right now and I don’t need the added
pressure. That’s not to say that Vice and Mature won’t stick with
the tournament, but I will be letting my other obligations take
priority.”
Then the spotlight goes out, and it’s completely
black again. When the light comes back on it reveals a cute blonde
teenage girl, one who looks very familiar. “Hey all,” she says, “I’m
just here to assure you all that both switch and I will be back for
SXI, and we’re takin’ no prisoners. Next time round it’s victory all
the way. Heck, you all may as well concede defeat now, cause if not
your butt is totally mine!”
There’s a slight movement on the
edge of the light, then the bikini clad figure of May Lee leans into
the spotlight. “Um, Rikku,” the Korean fighter says, “Have you
considered that maybe this speech would be more convincing coming
from someone who isn’t dressed like a sexy schoolgirl?”
Rikku
looks down at her outfit, then looks over at May Lee and
shrugs.
“Oh well,” May Lee says. “Now come on, let’s get back
to the hot spring. Angel ordered Chinese food and KOS-MOS has some
body oil.” Rikku smiled and skipped off with May
Lee.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto II + Mirabile Visu +
Approaching
"I...I don't know about that," Alma said,
rubbing at her eyes. The pain had faded, but she still felt drowsy,
enough to want to fall back down again. She could not, though- if
she delayed even a moment longer, Elmdor might...
Marquis
Elmdor...Zalera...alive? Impossible- I saw him die, didn't I? I saw
everyone die- I saw Uncle Cid put his sword through the Marquis...by
God, that was so painful...
Yet still...
"I don't
want to leave them back there," Alma said, already starting to turn.
"Ouji and Mint and Maya- they're all trapped with him...I can't-
can't let them-"
"Iie, Alma-san," Shizumaru said,
already grabbing her arm. "I won't allow you to go- believe me, I
have seen what Elmdor can do. You would be no match for
him."
"I...I don't have to be," Alma said, shaking her head
back and forth. "At least...at least I can be there with them! At
least I can heal their wounds- it's all my fault that Zalera's in
there! All my bloody fault..."
mm
Yours is blood I care not to
contemplate. Alma rubbed her eyes again, her knees going slack.
"Unnh...please, Shizumaru, we have t..."
Shizumaru steadied
her, his strong hands gripping her shoulders- she felt that even if
she'd gone limp, he'd still be able to hold her up. He gave her a
sad smile, and bowed his head a little bit. "A...a very good man
once came for me when I was in danger," he said. "He tried his very
best to save me, but could not hack his way through what was
obstructing him. I was forced to fight my way out, myself...and I
was injured." He turned his head back up. "But it was because of
what he taught me that I was able to escape- I depended not on him,
but on the example he had set for me. I know what Mint-san and
Maya-san and Ouji-dono have done is brave, yet dangerous- but, they,
like you, have been taught well. You are a wonderful girl for
wanting to help, but trust in them...they'll make
it."
"...Shizumaru." Alma forced herself to stand, her gaze
turning downcast. She felt ashamed, yet managed to lift her hand and
clasp his. "I was wrong to doubt. I am sorry...you are all so very
brave."
"Ah, the Japanese philosophy isn't lost on us, it
seems," Ky said, offering a polite- if nervous- smile. After nodding
to the newcomer, Max, he looked back to them and folded his arms
over his chest. "Where shall we go? The dojo certainly isn't
safe."
Alma looked to Shizumaru again, briefly. He looked as
worn and haggard as she did, especially now that it was getting
dark. She winced, feeling sorrier by the moment for him; it was her
fault that the pain had come at him. That moment when their eyes
locked contact- surely it had hurt him. He was hiding something, and
so was she, but the difference was dire. At least what he was hiding
wasn't...
Just say it. It's Altima. Altima Bloody Angel is
inside of me. Me...Alma Beoulve...
She turned her eyes
from Shizumaru again and found them locked with Yuri's. The man was
so...strange, she guessed, was the word for it. He fit tall, dark,
and handsome in the same way Deruta did, with a slightly crazed if
not fearless vesture. The level of skill he had in the healing arts,
though...amazing. Considering that what she'd seen emanate from his
body was a far cry from anything sacred or holy, the man was
something to respect. She blinked curiously, wondering why it was
that he did not flash with pain when she looked at him. Maybe Altima
liked him?
He blinked back at her, and his grin turned
lopsided. Alma flushed, realizing she'd been staring, and wanted to
kick herself. She tapped her holy staff once against the ground,
then looked to each one of them. "Well, we could hide...oh, I don't
know-"
"Anywhere but here would be fine, I would imagine,"
Shizumaru said, and pointed off in the direction of the arena.
"Perhaps we can try there? Marquis Elmdor...he'd never think to look
for us there."
"I think it's beyond thinking," Alma said
soberly. "He can sense Bloody Angel inside me..."
Ky cocked a
brow. "Bloody Angel?"
"A long story," Alma said,
instinctively touching the strand of gleipnir that bound her
hair together. "You could say I'm...bound, in a
way."
"Huh..." Yuri idly scratched his chin, grinning as
though he had an exceptionally funny joke to share. Ky caught it and
his vesture turned stern- Yuri let it go, but that grin only
slightly dissipated. Alma felt flustered. She looked to Shizumaru,
then, and tilted her head. "All the same, though, I like your
idea...let's head for the arena. Maybe we can buy some time for the
others..."
mm they'll die no one stands
against angel of death ouji has fallen
Alma put
her hand to her mouth, as though choking back something vile.
"Mmf...and the sooner the better," she rasped, squeezing her staff.
"I feel her getting stronger. She's...starting to talk to
me."
Shizumaru's callused hand fell on her shoulder, his eyes
betraying the fathomless concern within.
"Alma-san..."
"Hah...I'm all right," Alma said, wiping her
lip- found it bloody. Whatever that chakra between her and
Elmdor had done, it certainly didn't like her. She twisted her lip,
looking to Max, Ky, and Yuri. "Do you know what the arena is like at
the moment?"
They nodded, but it was Max who spoke first.
"There are a lot of fighters tearing themselves up," he said, "but
we can get a spectator's seat. Whoever's after you, they'll have a
hard time getting through the audience."
Alma smiled
gratefully. "Thank you. Lead the way, then...oh! How rude of me..."
She tapped her staff, and then put it forward, taking in a deep
breath. "Can't have you all running around unprotected...stand
still." She half-closed her eyes, noting this to be more of a test
than an essential device- if anything, she was just wasting more
time. However...
Each time I've tried to cast a spell, her
presence inside me heightened. Perhaps now that more white magic is
flowing into me...
"Natura sacra, rogama donum
vitae," she whispered, her voice echoing all around. "Second
chances all around- Reraise!"
Alma's body tightened, her
power flaring out amidst her little group. Suddenly, halos appeared
over each of them- bright white rings that came to rest on gilded
winds upon their heads. They were almost like crowns; they
dissipated one-by-one into the heads of Max, Shizumaru, Yuri, and
Ky. As a result, luminescent veins traced their way through the
bodies of the four men, and then went silent within them all as the
Reraise spell gave their bodies slight azure glows.
She
waited...felt nothing.
Alma sighed in relief, placing her
hand on the amethyst end of her staff. "A burden off my shoulders,"
she said. She noticed Shizumaru's worried look, and again had to
smile. It had been a long time since she'd been able to see that
much worry coming from anyone- even Ramza had shown his trust in
her, but genuine concern for life was something she'd only ever
truly, fully known from one person.
Again she brushed the
Barette in her hair. Are you watching, Teta? You would love
Shizumaru-san, here.
"Well, then!" Alma reached over and
placed her hand on Shizumaru's strong shoulder, offering her best
and most uplifting smile (at least, she liked to hope so) to the
rest of the group. "Off, before we have any more Fallen Angels on
our tail. And those fighting them will pull through."
No
matter what you think, Altima.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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