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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:42 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Survivor - Round 2

Act Two, Scene One - Nation of the Earth

Daisetsu stood up from his place in the Academy. With him were Dorrin, Kalten, and a recovered Jun. The four of them were at the top of the building itself, the rays of first dawn striking upon them. Jun looked completely fine now, Daisetsu noticed. She'd changed into a different set of clothing, favoring the eastern style of attire with a set of loose black robes. Her chainmail still glittered from the robe's diagonal parting near her busom, and the robes were still cut short at her legs and arms. Her semi-short black hair fell loosely over the forehead protector she was wearing, which had a curious insignia etched into it. Her dark eyes were like her expression; cool and composed. Her kunai glittered from her holster, attached to her leg with tight bindings.

Daisetsu looked away, her stare too direct for him to respond to. He cleared his throat.

"So, we're all in agreement here, right? Using the Kusanagi Sword to move to Kaintor'en?"

Dorrin nodded. "We should go to the capital. My superiors are likely waiting for the news of how the ritual went. That and we can control the more violent people we brought here in the arena to avoid problems in the city."

Kalten yawned. "I've no deal with it... As long as we hit Soujo'en on this blasted round trip we're making, I'm fine with it."

"...at least it's not fucking burning hot over there," he mumbled under his breath.

Jun smiled. "I've yet to meet these people, but already I feel the link between myself and some of them growing stronger. Do you think it'll work, Daisetsu?"

Daisetsu closed his eyes. "Time will tell. In any case, all of you can feel an affinity with a few of the people we summoned. I'm going to use that to teleport them to the capital by use of the Kusanagi Sword--the forceful switch to a different location will pull all those you are linked to most with you."

Dorrin blinked. "How did you figu--" He paused, them a knowing smile graced his hard features. "Ah. Suzaku. I might have guessed."

Daisetsu didn't smile. "Shall we get going?" Hearing the unspoken affermative, he unsheathed his katana--the Sword of the Kusanagi was ornately decorated, and showed no signs of dulling despite all the times he had used it. Raising it to the air, he slashed once, twice, three times into nothingness with the blade flashing with every stroke. The air seemed to feel charged around the area, growing lighter.

"It's here, and it won't stay for long. Hurry up--" He stepped into the curious area, and vanished. After a moment, the three followed in turn.

All over the city, the chosen participants disappeared, to be teleported in near the Sponsor they held the most affinity with.

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"Well, here we are."

Daisetsu stood with his four companions in front of the bewildered, transported candidates. Most of them were taken too off-guard to even protest.

"Sorry for the sudden trip, but it would be impossible to round you up altogether otherwise. Welcome to the Nation of Earth. Now, I noticed there was a bit too much property destruction back in San'tar, so for you people who have combat, violence, or just about anything involving this city or its inhabitants in a harmful manner on the mind, go to the arena over there and duke it out. Accidents are accidents, but deliberate attacks go over there." He gestured towards a depression in the earthen town over in the distance.

His eyes turned ice cold. "And, I understand that some of you have a problem with my methods, which is pretty fair considering your current situation right now. However. This whole trip isn't consentual; it's coercion. If any of you are itching to give me a piece of you minds, in battle or otherwise, go ahead and take it up with me here. But outside of that, I won't forgive you if you start moving outside my guidelines..." Although the words seemed preposterous when spoken, all the candidates felt as cold as his eyes were when he had finished. Daisetsu wasn't joking, and his aura compared to both times he had been seen earlier was immensely different. Almost... malevolent, imposing.

He turned, and Kalten and Dorrin followed him. "Other than that, feel free to enjoy what the city has to offer. This is the last respite you'll get in a while."

Jun, however, stayed. "If any of you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm here to help you out." She smiled, and it felt geniunely honest. Some of the more experienced members of the group felt wary, however--in addition to her power likely being on the same scale as the other three, she was also a ninja, as her attire revealed.


Nation of the Earth, Kaintor'en

Unlike the poor city of San'tar, Kaintor'en is enormous by comparison. Due to its unique geography--a massive, plant overgrown plateau with several springs in the center coming off the plateau in uneroding waterfalls--, the nation and the capital share the same name. The city itself spans for tens of miles around, most of it residence and commercial areas. There are several martial arts dojos here, most of them teaching variants of judo or kempo. A building that houses the Clerical Order which Dorrin belongs to lies near the center, which has several adepts--the power of earth is very restorative-based, and battle-clerics like Dorrin are rare. Along with the Order are several Dens--houses of high estate An'ven who possess powerful Auras that have been passed down from generation to generation. If you'll recall, the halberdsman Ian is part of Wanderhusk Den, and he can be found in this city. The arena that Daisetsu mentioned can be found on the outskirts of the city, where you are now. It houses several monsters and gladiators in free-for-all matches, one-on-one matches, and variants of team duels. Rankings are posted there, and are updated constantly. There is no fee to enter, but entrance holds a disclaimer that the nation is not responsible if you are killed in the arena. The shops here offer all sorts of commodities, but they cost gold--which can be earned in the arena. The more dangerous the fight you attempt, the more money you get.

Master List

Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (0 EXP)

Sponsors
Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super Heroes)
Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of Fighters)
Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)
Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)
Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear)
ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV)
colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter EX)
Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi 2)

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

Kalten --- The Blue Dragon (0 EXP)

Sponsors
Curley W - Jason Soe w/ Vader
Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second Story)
Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters)
S-Chicken Boner - Adol Christian(Y's)
Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear)
San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat)
Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools)
Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash Bros.)

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

Jun --- The Green Dragon (0 EXP)

Sponsors
The Damned - King(The Queen of Fighters )
Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)
Nif - Kite(.hack//infection)
Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)
Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)
eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom
Simplistic Hero - Kuma(Tekken)
Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)

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

Dorrin --- The White Tiger (0 EXP)

Sponsors
Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)
Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy Tactics)
CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai Shodown)
MageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona)
pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles)
Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street Fighter)
Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)
Krizak - Mint(Threads of Fate)

Special Rule - Arena Combat

Fighting with the odds against you in staged combat is pretty beneficial to your growth... If you can take it, that is. If you mention at the bottom of your inital post that you're fighting in the Arena, you'll get double EXP and 150% damage at the end of the round, rounded down. Note that you've nearly recovered from the effects of being sent here--you'll be at about 70-90% of your original strength. The stronger you were before coming to this world, the weaker you are right now, and vice-versa.


Jun and Daisetsu are available for interaction. If you're planning to fight Daisetsu, don't plan to win.

This round will end sometime around Monday 9:00 PM CST, and voting ends at 8:30. Understand that these can be changed, and if they are I'll edit this post to represent that.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:51 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

First, you lazy bums. XD

Edit: Actually, no, I'll stick out of the FOCUSing this round, bide my time and all. ^^;;


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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:51 PM

K' -- KOF

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

I plan on particpating in Arena Combat. Err, I'm just going for it Hell, if I die, I die -- But since it's my first time here I'm just risking it all Anyway, off to a quick shower

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:20 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: Hellsing - World Without Logos

The Gray Hulk was inconvenienced. He was deprived of his blue fuzzy nipples. He was deprived of a fine woman. And now he was being deprived of a good reason for being here.

"Shit." I'd say something, but I can see that fucker glow.

I can see it too. ... That fucker isn't tough!

Just don't get us killed, Joe.

Go back to your jerk off Bruce.


Still, Joe Fixit wanted a reason for being here. Gray Hulk decided to take his matter to the friendly looking ninja girl.

She's a cutey. I'd tap that.

"Look here missy. I got a problem here, and its about my business. If you didn't know, I'm a businessman. And while I appreciate your graciousness, you'll understand that giving me my answers is a compulsory action on your behalf."

"..." Jun wasn't quite sure how to field this question.

"Now, if that flew right over your pretty little head, what you're going to tell me is...how much, and when?"

"... " Jun bursted out laughing. None too pleased, Joe grabbed her shoulder.

"Oh, you're gonna give me my answ-" before he could finish his sentence, the Gray Hulk's arm was deflected, and found himself knocked on his ass, a victim of an unseen ninja foot sweep.

" " Jun began to laugh again. "Now, if anyone has any real questions, I'll be fielding them."

Geez! I felt that. However, Kyo had something more important on his mind; his plot to tap into Bruce's body and enter the arena.


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

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The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
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Dry31 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:22 PM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

One minute, Testament was wandering about after the battle with Shang Tsung; the next, he felt a sickening lurch and found himself...elsewhere. A field of green was the Gear's first impression...as he looked around him, he saw that plants covered the land around them. Buildings were visible as well, and there were enough to infer that it was a well populated place, but spaced sufficiently from each other to avoid the claustrophobic feeling that sometimes accompanied human cities. He listened as Daisetsu spoke...

An arena...a place where humans watch their own kind kill each other, and cheer to see the floor stained with red.

That look appeared on Testament's face again...that soulless smile, the crimson eyes devoid of all emotion. Within him, an icy rage began to rise up, like a tidal wave of acid. Rage at everything; this place, these people who summoned him here against his will, the damn Shuusen Kanrikyoku, himself, everyone.

Very well then. Perhaps I can provide amusement for these bloodthirsty humans...and rid this world of a few more parasites while I'm at it. After all...is that not why I was created? To be a weapon? So be it...the humans shall get to see their bloodshed!

Testament laughs - a cold sound like ice cracking beneath your feet - and turns away. He begins to walk towards the place Daisetsu indicated...the Arena.

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Testament will be fighting in the Arena.
Testament is now FOCUSed - on destruction.

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Lantis Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:41 PM

Death roams next door

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

"Daisetsu...just what are you up to now?"

The young man known as Setsuna walks into the arena, slowly, yet surely. His steps are determined, as his hand firmly grasps the sheath of his cursed sword...the Sword of 80 Days. His other hand, gently caressing the head of his pet harpy, clinged onto his left shoulder. His eyes reflected murder, as he grinded his teeth. His intention was determined...his resolve was high. As he stepped from the darkness of the tunnel to the light of the door, he could see a huge circular arena all around him. It was packed with people cheering and demanding bloodshed. The screams and shouts were just too much. In front of him, lied 2 warriors. Setsuna narrowed his eyes, and scanned his opponents from head to toe.

"Hmmm...there is the green behemoth from yesterday. A confused fellow, might I add? I wish he got his act straight..."

With that, Setsuna glimpsed at the scoreboard which announced the rankings in the very top of the arena, and noticed that his name was Hulk...The Incredible Hulk.

"Yes, I can see where that name hails from...", Setsuna grinned as he took a look at the huge giant, who appeared to be talking to himself as he stood there, idly.

Then Setsuna turned towards the next man...tall and quite skinny. He carried a huge scythe, and his face expressed a sense of evil and ambition. Setsuna could see right into his soul...a tormented man, indeed. Haunted by his own ghosts, Setsuna could also notice that he could use all his inner demons to be a dangerous opponent.

Testament turned towards Setsuna without noticing, and upon setting his sights on the swordsman from the netherealm, smiled, and turned away again, totting his scythe in one hand.

But Setsuna wasn't too glad...he noticed that his power was diminished...maybe from the effort of yesterday. He expended his strength early on, and was spent by the end of the day, which was taken advantage by several fighters. Today wasn't much better. But he was ready to put it all in the line...because he knew it was the only way to achieve true greatness.

"I must push my own limits and fight beyond my own obstacles. That is the only way I can triumph!"

Sestuna walked slowly towards Testament, and passed him by, but stopped shortly afterwards. Without turning around, Setsuna waved with two pointed fingers at Testament with one hand.

"Good luck, stranger. If we must see each other in the netherworld...I'll be sure to put a good word for you in the other side. Godspeed!"

Testament turned with a puzzled look as Setsuna headed towards the center of the arena. He stood there, as the whole crowd went wild, claiming for violence. Setsuna looked up to the skies.

"Very good, Daisetsu...let's hope you can handle this well...."

Setsuna sits down, and places his sword in front of him, as he begins to utter words in the language of the wandering souls of the netherworld.

----
Setsuna enters the arena and is FOCUSing.


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

*First Champion of SRK Survivor Tournament - Character: Rock Howard
*6th place in SRK Survivor Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro
*6th place in SRK Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails.
He who forgets will be destined to remember.

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m121akuma Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:45 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

Registered: Apr 2001
Location: Southfield, MI. Bitches.

Dan: Joe? Joe Fixit? Is that you, big dawg?!?

The Gray Hulk rose from the ground and turned to faced the Pimpmasta. He quickly bowed his head.

Gray: Mr. Hibiki! It's an honor to see you here! I know we have only done dealings a few times, but it's always great to see you.

Dan: Yeah yeah yeah, cut the bullshit. It's good to see you too. God, it's nice to see a familiar face among these bastards. This whole situation is just too fucked up for me to handle.

Gray: *muttering* You don't know the half of it...

Dan: Hm?

Gray: Forget it...

Something's up with Joe today, Dan thought, it's almost as if he has a few things on his mind. Oh well, I'm sure it's none of my business.

Dan: Man dawg, even the hos here are vicious.

Gray: I KNOW!! You see what that bitch did to me?

Dan: Yeah, this could be bad. It seems we pimps gotta stick togeather right now....

*****

Just out of pure curiousity, can Sidekicks participate in the Arena?


Southfield Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled

quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer
SRK.com is the new evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame SRK.com for it, and its status will be irreversible.

-Starhammer-


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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:49 PM

Superhero Sellout

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

Captain's Log. 04-20-03. 8:49 pm
Sponsored by Purina


Falcon was deep in thought, or at least, as deep as he gets...

What the hell?! Where's Pimpdaddy Tingle? He was right here, and then... now I'm in a completely different place.

He then took a good look at his surroundings. A large, modern city. And of course, large cities mean lots of companies. He would be here for one day, one 24 hour period to get all those deals and locate Tingle to discover the art of the Pimp. It was then that he noticed something. A battle arena. This was perfect! Being the amazing hero that he was, he could enter and ***z the competition, which would bring recognition from the various corporations.

Falcon was in Heaven. Companies, a measley combat tournament (or so he thought), and citizens as far as the eye could see. After surpressing a 'SQUEE!', he removed his helmet, fixed his hair, then put the headgear back on, he had to look his best, because, well, he's just that good. Going over to the arena lobby, he found the receptionist.

'Greetings, citizen!'

'Who are you, and do you wish to participate in our arena combat?'

Falcon looked annoyed that he was not immediately recognized, but then remembered this was a different world. 'Why, I am the great Captain Falcon! Avenger of Justice, Messenger of Peace, Spokesman of Konami! The greatest hero to ever live! And I would like to enter this game of yours!'

With those words, Falcon struck a pose like no other, emphasizing both his manliness and his amazing balance. No one other than himself could strike such a pose, such perfection. The Ginyu Force would be so proud, hell, they would probably try to steal it.

As high as Falcon was on himself, the receptionist just stared and held back laughter. 'All right, sir. You're all signed up, good luck on your matches.'

'Luck, I do not need luck! However, might I interest you in some Lucky Charms?'

'Lesse, one mention of Lucky Charms, $38.50. Good, good....'

'No, now go get your ass handed to you and get out of my site!'

'She wants me. All that's left ot show her are my madskillz at combat! And my soon to be 1337 Pimpin' instincts.'

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Falcon shall participate in the Arena Combat
He is also FOCUSed.

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Exeter Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:51 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Quick note to anyone planning on using Sol or Daisetsu anytime real soon: I'm writing something. Hold on for just a bit.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:53 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Sidekicks can participate in the arena, although it doesn't mean much voting-wise.

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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:03 PM

Blade of Vengeance

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

"...damn, didn't even get to try the sushi...." Chipp remarked to the last addition to Daisetsu's group
(a hawt ninja chix0r. In a totally opposite dimension from mine. Will wonders never cease.)
who looked back at him with a measured gaze. "You're taking this remarkably well," she remarked. "I'd have expected the majority of you to be, well, losing your minds at the prospect of being torn into another dimension."
"Ah, this? This is nothing." He was, incidentally, quite glad that she hadn't been around when he had made his mad dash upon arrival, mad with fear. "Hell, I've dealt with worse shit. Did I ever tell you about the time I was in this tournament, and I had to fight this crazy assassin lady who fought with her hair?" (he had lost that fight--the quarterfinals, those were--but no need for her to know that, right?)
"I can say with some certainty that you haven't, considering we haven't even seen each other before now..."
"Oh yeah, that'd make sense," he muttered, chuckling slightly, almost giggling. Really, this was something quite new to him--she looked every bit a ninja (or at least he assumed from the various pictures and anime he'd seen, since ninja were something of an endangered species in his world), and a skilled one--besides her well-shaped, lithe physique, he could almost feel "it" rising off her, the years of discipline and focus that only a true ninja could have (and against which no comers, specifically pirates, could hope to stand). So, it was understandable if he was a little nervous. "Well, I'm Chipp Zanuff, and--"
Suddenly, some huge gray dude (who looked vaguely reminiscent of the green guy he had seen earlier, albeit less bulked) shoved him rather rudely aside. He went back about eleven steps before regaining his balance, as the gray guy started "propositioning" to Jun.

Not 30 seconds later he was on the floor. Chipp respectfully bowed to the skills.

"Now, if anyone has any real questions, I'll be fielding them."

"Well, I'd like to know your name," he said, a slanty smile stretching across his features. She smiled back, although the mirth didn't seem to reach her eyes. Always on guard, he thought, just like a true ninja.
"Jun." She kept her eyes on his, but let nothing slip through her gaze. In fact, he almost didn't notice that something burning underneath, something wild, something almost... beyond human.

Operative word: almost.

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Chipp uses an R-vote on Jun, the Green Dragon. Cuz she's sexually ninjamatic XD.

Chipp Zanuff R2 Status:
6 A-Votes
3 R-Votes
1 Ability


Chipp will be participating in Arena battles.


TT

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Kellios Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:03 PM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Vincent will FOCUS this round.


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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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:06 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Going to FOCUS, I am.


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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San_Draco Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:07 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung competes in the Arena's first match...

Shang Tsung considered the options available to him. While the town was tempting, the sorcerer didn't like the implied threat that Daisetsu had placed behind killing people.

Understandable. But if he wanted someone of my caliber, he should have been prepared for the consequences.

So, instead, the Oriental mage travelled to the Arena, for the chance to sample the fighting capacity of the city. And to gain some greatly-desired warrior souls. Those of the last city had been sub-par at best.

As could be expected, Shang Tsung headed to the Arena Kiosk, and signed up for the next battle. Convinently enough, the battle was set to take place in a few moments. Very convinent.

According to the roster, Shang Tsung was set to fight a sailor for the first round. A sailor? I haven't taken a soul of a sailor for sometime now... And certainly not from this world...

An announcer stood up on a platform. "Coming in from the east side of the Arena, weighing in at 210 pounds and standing at five feet eleven inches, Shang Tsung!"

The crowd cheered, if for no other reason than that he was new blood. Preferably that would change soon.

The announcer acknowledged the cheers, then cleared his throat. "Now coming in from the west side of the Arena, weighing in at 237 pounds and standing six feet two inches, Dread Pirate Readd!"

The crowd went quiet. Muffled comments of "He's a pirate," "Not another one," and "I bet he won't last five seconds," sifted through the air. Shang Tsung smiled.

He's strong. That's all that matters. The sorcerer went into his Snake style, expecting a quick victory.

That is, until the pirate unsheathed his cutlass, and began swinging it around. Shang Tsung dodged to the side, but only by a short amount. The sorcerer raised an eyebrow. Either he's really good or I've been weakened...

The pirate slashed again and again, and Shang Tsung dodged each time. Each time he was attacked, however, he began to get faster and faster, until he felt himself return to about normal speed. Well, almost normal speed. Now that I think about it, my power isn't fully returned yet, even though I can feel the weariness from travel fading... Could it be that Daisetsu isn't as good at opening portals as I had hoped?

The pirate growled. "AR!" To which Shang Tsung swept him, kicking sand up from the Arena's floor and knocking Dread Pirate Readd to his knees. The sorcerer took this opportunity to roundhouse kick him in the face, sending the pirate flying.

"Ar..."

Shang Tsung gathered a soul's energy in his hands, and carelessly flung it at the prone form of the pirate. The soul entered the pirate's body, and did even more damage.

"A... r..."

The crowd was now chanting two words. "Finish him!" Shang Tsung looked toward the stands, and then to the judge. To which the rather opulent-looking man in white put his thumb down.

With one smooth motion, Shang Tsung snapped the pirate's neck. Another seamless motion took his soul. Shang Tsung whispered one thing to the now-dead pirate. "I bet you wish you had been a ninja..."

Then, with a balanced, easy grace, Shang Tsung stepped out of the Arena, and into the fighter's quarters. The next match would be coming soon.

[OOC]As you may have guessed, Shang Tsung is competing in the Arena's one-vs-one competition.[/OOC]

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Lantis Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:11 PM

Death roams next door

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

Setsuna interrupts his meditation session as the 2 jokes enter the arena: Dan, the pink gi wonder, and Captain Falcon, the spokesperson of pretty much everything. Setsuna sneered at them, and stood up.

"Will the parade of fools ever end? This is getting more like a circus...."

Suddenly, Setsuna notices that a metal gate in a far end of the ring opens up, slowly, with a nasty creeking sound. From the black void of the tunnel, emerges about 3 gladiators, armed with several weapons like spears, naginatas, and scarse pieces of armor. It was like a combination of ancient Rome with Japanese warriors. All of them had ferocious looks, and constantly eyed most of the warriors on stage. Setsuna smiled, and flicked his hand to his left shoulder, making his harpy fly away to safety.

"Very well...the cannon fodder has came out to play? We'll see what they are made of...."

Setsuna slowly unsheated the Blade of 80 Days, as a black mist envolved it. But Setsuna felt a stinging pain in his arm as he did so, and cringed a bit. But he would not let that dismay him.

"Come and meet your own death, you fools!"

Setsuna lunged at two of the gladiators, as they responded with their own ferocious attack. One of them swinged his sword at Setsuna in an upper arc, but Setsuna blocked with his sword. He swinged himself to slash the warrior, but was blocked with the shield. Another gladiator tried to blindside him with a spear, but he jumped backward, and the gladiator missed the poke. Setsuna went at it again, and flipped over one of the gladiators, and attempted to strike the other with a jump kick. The gladiator blocked with his shield again, but he was reeled back. Sestuna felt a sting in his foot. This was taken advantage by the other gladiator, who shoulder charged him. Setsuna went to the floor.

The other gladiator picked him up, and punched him twice in face. The other warrior prepared to stab him, but Setsuna grabbed the spear with one hand, swayed it away, and punched him in the ribs, as he slashed him in the chest area. The gladiator went down.

"I can't be distracted by the likes of you!"

Setsuna charged and with a swift swipe of his sword, he sliced off the hand of the other gladiator which held the sword. He fell to the ground in utter pain. Setsuna gloated, but he wasn't too satisfied, as he grabbed his shoulder in pain.

"Damn this! Why now...?"

He heard a light sound of applause behind him.

"Nice job, warrior. But it seems you are not entirely at your full energy?"

Setsuna turned around and faced a blond man in a white turncoat, sporting his own long sword. A match would definetly ensue....

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Ummm...we can use background elements right?


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She once believed in every story he had to tell.
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The Damned Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:14 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

King
Chapter 2: Deathing Queen
Section 1


King lay on the ground, still unconscious, until...

KICK!

"Ow!" King jumped off the ground after she had been kicked in the ribs.

"What the hell was that for?!" She asked, furious and disoriented. She about to smack whoever it was in the face until the vision had returned, and then she saw....

"K'?!"

"The one and only," K' repiled, smiling that wicked smile.

"What was that for?"

"You looked knocked out. And I needed to get your lazy ass up. Besides," he continued coolly, "I want to be the one to knock you out in the arena."

"Arena?" King inquired, raising an eyebrow.

K' sighed. "Do I have to explain everything? Very well..."

K' explained Daisetsu second speech to King.

"... And woman over there," pointing to the woman in the Eastern attire. "Her name is Jun and she will be fielding question. Any questions?"

"No."

"Good. However, I have one."

"Shoot."

"Why were you knocked out like that."

"Um...." she began, pausing to remember what had happened last night. It was still a bit funny.

quote:
King lay against a building, which she had just realized, like the others in the, city was made of sand, brick, and mud, slumbering. After the extremely embarrassing encounter with Dorrin, she had sped off, wishing to hide in shame. She certainly got her wish through, as she soon saw that instead of people having to dodge her, she was having to dodge them. At first, she thought that they people were either just being rude or paying her back for her own rudeness earlier, but then she came to understand.

It had happened when she had begun to tire. At the time, she was near the edge of town and had eyed another of the many glass shops in San'tar. This one dealt in mirrors, it turned out as she went inside, though none of them were anything unique. However, it was not what she had seen that had caught her eye, but she had not seen. And what she had not seen was herself. Screaming scream that both caused the male shopkeeper to nearly faint and broke all the mirrors in the shop, which did cause the poor shopkeeper to faint, King ran away again. With her legs already utterly fatigued, she didn't run that far until she simply fell to the ground, and she felt it. With that, she finally grasped her fully returned tangibility and slowly crawled over to a somewhat destroyed building before resting against. She quickly fell asleep from her overexertion, after reveling in the irony of her situation.

She was awoken by a golden-red hue that easily penetrated her seemingly nonexistent eyelids. King thusly stirred.

"Now what," she said groggily. "Did the sun explode? It would be my luck if that..." she stopped as she regained enough conscious to see exactly what made the brilliant light.

The shape of an enormous fiery bird projected its light all of San'tar, but since King only saw the back of the beast, she was unable to tell that it was a phoenix. Not that she would have been able to tell, as her mythology was never very good. It would not have mattered. King was awestruck, and feared, somewhat unreasonably because of her recent, growing paranoia that the beast would turn around and attack at her. Normally, she would have put up the facade of not believing in magic, even with the magical power of the Kusanagi, Yagami, and Yata/Kagura clans and the whole Orochi incident of '97. Right now, however, she was far to impressed and afraid to take that chance.

"Must be dreaming, must be dreaming," she continuously chanted to herself as she covered her face and closed her eyes, neither of which hid the light that well. The growling of her stomach interrupted her.

She uncovered her face to rub her stomach, and no longer feeling the intense light on her face, she took the chance of the open her eyes. She was met by beautiful sight of the starry, desert night sky.

"Was it... a dream?" She still wondered aloud, quite worried that it would come back.

It didn't, and King slowly stood up, taking her time as she didn't want to collapse again. She stretched, and it was only when she bent over to touch her toes was it that she "saw" she was still invisible. However, compared to that gigantic flaming bird, combined with the knowledge of knowing it beforehand, it didn't frighten her this time. It was still confusing, though.

"Perhaps I should find Rydia," she sighed, knowing full well that she have done so before.

"But right now," she continued as her stomached growled once more, "I eat."

She began to walk again and look at the buildings she passed, none of them being, or at least outwardly looking like restaurants.

"Why me?"

King continued to walk, until she saw a building that looked promising.

"O-bentou no Miso Restaurant," King said, a bit surprised to be able to read the Engrish sign.

She was about go in when a dog whimpered behind her. She turned around and looked downward towards the source of the sound. It was a rather large, gray dog, which seemed familiar to her, that was looking her.

Jason's dog?

It whimpered again, seemingly directly at her this time.

I am visible again? No, it can probably just smell me. King sighed at depressive thought.

It whimpered again, more loudly this time, definitely at her.

Come on, I can't smell that bad already. King paused mentally, to sniff her, something she would have never done if people could still see her.

It growled this time, bearing its canine teeth.

"Um..." King worried aloud.

It growled fiercely this time, causing some people in the restaurant to turn their heads. It began glowing yellow.

"What?!" King screamed, causing the rest of the people in the restaurant to turn, though they still couldn't see her.

It opened its mouth, blinding her with a yellowish glow before shooting her with a yellowish beam. She felt to the ground, knocked out yet visible; the people back to their business of eating as the dog ran off.


"It's a long story," King finally finished.

"Whatever," K' said, seemingly still interested. He pat her on the back as he walked off.

As he walked towards the gigantic structure that was obviously the arena. He yelled back with looking.

"Come fight in the free-for-all when you're ready, King!"

"Sure!" she shouted back.

Right now though, King turned her attention towards Jun as she began walking towards the voluptuous woman. I have some questions.

----

King is FOCUSed on questioning Jun, though she will be fighting in the arena later.

If you object to fighting in the free-for-all, Daisuke777, I'll understand and change it.


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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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:18 PM

K' -- KOF

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

Ahh, I forgot -- K' is FOCUSed

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:31 PM

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

Cue song: Final Fantasy VII - Don of the Slums

Dan and Gray walked side by side, wandering a city without a gringy ghetto to call it's own.

"Aw shit. How do you find the bitches when there's no corner on 6th Street?" Dan put his hands behind his head in resentment of the city of Kaintor'en.

"There are bitches everywhere. Would help if we had a fucking CLUE." Gray Hulk still had leftover resentment over his hosts' treatment of the sponsors. "They leave us with jack shit." Dan and Joe Fixit noticed a giant shadow engulf them; they looked up and found Tingle surveying the area.

"Well, well, good sir, we meet again!" Tingle waved to Joe Fixit from above, recognizing him as the Hulk, the silent monolith from before. "And, you," Tingle directed toward Dan, "I certainly hope you're not trying to mug my good sir!"

"Hey, you better take that back pinched nipples!" Dan hollered.

Hulk remember him. He gives maps.

Maps, huh?


"Hey, you on the balloon! You got a map?" With that, Tingle responded by descending to the ground.

"Just finished one!" Tingle replied, while handing Gray Hulk the map, and giving Dan a raspberry.

"Nice work here. ... Hey, says here there's a back alley and a bar if we head around the corner a couple streets ahead of us."

"Indeed! I marked all areas just like that on the map, because I would know that they'd be hooker hit spots!"

"Hah, cute one LINK. Now move out our way!" But the moment an grabbed Tingle to shove him aside, he saw a vision. Dan and Tingle were engulfed in a silver light, and their true forms were revealed.

"A true pimpmasta..." Dan said, with an open jaw.

"The man who would be the golden pimp..." Tingle said, with an unheard tone of seriousness in his voice.

Fruits.

"You're a pimp too? I didn't see it in you." Joe Fixit said, while walking ahead of the both of them to the bar and ghetto. "We've got bitches to find."

Putting their differences aside them, Dan and Tingle walked together in unison, understanding the mission ordained to them.

***

This map is ill. It has all the hot spots. Mad props to Tingle.

So, you're giving him an R-Vote are you? That means that we have 6 A-Votes and 3 R-Votes in our inventory.

You know, I figured out a way to dole out some A-Votes a little while ago...

Hmm? Please, elaborate.

Nah uh. You bitches just have to wait until next episode.

A stand up kid, isn't he?
Bruce interjected, indulging in a cup of imaginary tea.

Spare me your fag love.


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
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Lantis Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:34 PM

Death roams next door

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

The two swordsmen face each other. Setsuna swipes his sword downward, as the blood of the gladiator is flicked on the ground.

"And who might you be, young man?"

The young blond boy smiles, and bows towards Setsuna, with a hand on his chest.

"My name is Ky Kiske, dear sir, from the Order of the Holy Knights. I've seen you from yesterday, and I must say, you use your sword fighting skills for the wrong purpose. To fight and live for the sword must be done with honor, not to mercilessly kill people!"

Setsuna glared at Ky with fire in his eyes.

"You are in no position to tell me that, boy! I am death incarnated, and you are just a mere kid who challenges me!"

Ky smiles, as he draws his sword closer to his heart.

"Like I suspected. Your energy is focused on bloodshed! But it won't happen today...use your sword for your own beliefs! But we shall see if it surpasses my own dreams...my own intentions!"

The two swordsmen faced each other to the eyes...with the passion of battle steaming between them. Both went at it at the same time, in a blur. The two swords clashed, as white and black sparks flew everywhere.

"I see now...you represent true evil! You must not be allowed to live, foul one!"

Ky spinned and attempted a strike to the midsection, but Sestuna blocked, and went for his own downward strike. Ky dodged, and went at it again, spinning his sword in one hand. He attempted several direct strikes, but Setsuna bended backwards to avoid the slashes of light. Ky saw this, and swept Setsuna off his feet, but Setsuna flipped in mid air, and barely managed to let out a middle slash as he slumped on his back to the floor. The slash managed to damage a bit of Ky's shoulder.

Ky went at it again, this time focusing on a sword uppercut. The sheer impact made Setsuna's arm reel a bit, but Ky was left vulnerable. Setsuna responded with a backfist, followed by a upper-low slash combo. Ky's dressings were ragged, but he dodged Setsuna's lethal strike, and pierced Setsuna in the leg with his sword. Setsuna was raging mad at the sight of his own blood, and hit Ky's arm with the hilt of his sword as he remained in the poking position. This made Ky cringe in pain a bit, but Setsuna followed with an elbow to the stomach, and finished it off with an upper strike, sending Ky to the ground.

"You...being of light...will not claim me....!"

But Setsuna noticed that the wound in his leg suddenly shed some rays of light.

"Ugh...ugh...the power of holy you wield...pierced into my body...can't stand it...."

Setsuna kneeled, as he grabbed his leg, trying to take his mind off the pain.....

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1 A-Vote to Ky

STATU: FOCUS


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

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She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
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Nif Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:36 PM

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Registered: Feb 2003
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Kite shall be FOCUSed, though I hadn't realized till now how out of his league he is. XD

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Larrok Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:37 PM

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Registered: Apr 2003
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Once again, Max was fairly confused as to what had happened. Now he was in a huge metropolis compared to the small, undeveloped town he was at before. Upon hearing Daisetsu's announcement about the arena, Max became relatively attentive, his previous thoughts being on his plot to take over the world (which could never succeed.)

Hmm, an arena. Hey, if I go there, I could show everyone just how strong I am!

'Ha ha ha ha!' Max exclaims, flexing his muscles.

Once again, being completely enclosed into his own thought, Max did not hear anything beyond that there was an arena in the town, and proceeds to go to the arena, hardly even noticing the others already headed there.

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Max will be fighting in the arena.

For all of you who haven't played ToD2, Max is a tall guy, (about 6'4", I think) has medium lentgh green hair and a beard, wears a black trenchcoat, carries a gun about the size of his torso, and is very muscular. Oh, and his gun fires elemental blasts, not bullets.

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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:38 PM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Exclamation

FOCUS


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

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:39 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

Vice and Mature stood outside of the Arena. "Intriguing," remarked Mature. "It seems that everyone's going to this Arena. Vice? Fancy a fight?" Mature licked her lips in anticipation.

A smile crept across Vice's face. "I don't see why not." The prospect of battle was appealing to her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud, booming noise. "Like music," she remarked, staring down the street.

Music Cue: Stayin' Alive, by the Bee Gees.

A white Rolls Royce rolled down the streets, stereo blasting. Chrome was replaced with gold, and a raccoon tail hung from the antenna. Pink, fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror, and the license plate boasted the words 'BIG PIMPN'.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right - it's O.K. -
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.


The Rolls Royce came to a stop. The driver side door opened up, and Tingle strode out. His normally green leotard was replaced with a solid yellow one. He carried a cane at his side and wore a feathered hat. Tingle swiped his shades off his head and gave the two lovely ladies a long, seductive stare. Tipping his hat to the ladies, he slowly walked up to them.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and ev'rybody shakin'
and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin' Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiveee.


"Now, the first thing you have to learn, Falcon," said Tingle quietly, "is to understand your potential hooker. We have two fine specimens here, and from the looks of things, they seem fairly interested. Big Papa Tingle's going to have a lot of fun with them." Tingle did a little dance in his gold leotard, which sent his prospect hos shivering (Tingle thought) with lust.

Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.


"Laaaadiiiies," called Tingle, seductively. "Who here would like a piece of Big T over here?"

Vice practically lept at him, but Mature held her back. "What are you stopping me for?" she snapped. "I can't wait to-"

"Yes, yes, I know," replied Mature quickly, "but I want to start it off. If you get in there, it'll all be over in a second. You know you finish way to early for my tastes."

Vice nodded. "OK, but be quick. I don't know how long I can contain myself."

"WOO! What is that I hear?" cried Tingle. "Two beautiful women, fighting over Tingle? But of course! I shouldn't have expected anything else!" He jumped up and down as Mature slowly made her way to Tingle.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and ev'rybody shakin'
and we're stayin' ali-


The punch hit Tingle in the stomach, and he flew across the street and cracked his head against the side of the Rolls Royce. Stars whirled around his head as he tried to stagger to his feet, losing his balance, and falling over again. "Ow... I didn't expect that," groaned Tingle, tasting blood as he talked.

"What didn't you expect?" Mature slowly approached Tingle's crumpled body against the car. "I can't believe that you're still following us after that poorly attempted assassination. A bomb? Don't make me laugh."

"The second thing you need to learn, Falcon," muttered Tingle, slowly rising to his feet, "is that to successfully gain a ho, you must put her into her place. You have to show her that the Pimp Masta is the Law, that if she steps out of line, that the Pimp Masta will make her regret ever being born. Now, alone, I couldn't possibly have a chance at beating these two, but with your strength, Falcon, I think we can handle them. Are you ready?"

There was no reply.

Tingle looked at the Rolls Royce, only to discover that Falcon wasn't in the passenger seat, taking notes like a good student. He wasn't at his side, ready to fight. In fact, Tingle didn't know where on Earth he was.

--

"And make that out to Timmy!" shouted a buck-toothed kid wearing a baseball cap. Falcon had taken time out of his busy fight to sign autographs.

"Yes, Timmy. From your Hero, Captain Falcon. Drink Pepsi." He handed the autograph pad back to the kid. "And here, have a Coke on me."

Little Timmy frowned. "But Mr. Falcon, sir, aren't you endorsing Pepsi?"

"Why, yes, but a superstar like me can afford to have two rival companies as supporters. You see-"

--

Tingle then realized that he was very much alone. And not only that, he had two very offended, very angry women hunting his blood.

"Eep," he meeked out.

-- -- --

EDIT: Oops, I see that Bowling Pin posted before me, and included me. That changes things a bit.

First off, I'm still going to R-vote Switch, because I'm not sure if I portrayed Vice and Mature correctly. I just wanted to show off Tingle's total failure at being sexy.

Also, to make sense, this post takes place before Bowling Pin's.

Contrary to what I said before I edited, Tingle will not be going into the Arena, or at least not yet. Instead, he's currently fleeing Vice and Mature via his big red balloon, and doing quite a good job of it, seeing as the duo don't appear in Pin's post. Good thing, too. Tingle's deathly afraid of the duo. If you decide to run into them, Switch, play him as such.

He will also not be Focusing. Lord knows I want the extra votes, so I can R-vote Hulk and still have some extra Rs.

Tingle: 6 A-votes, 2 R-votes, 1 Special.

I have the strangest feeling that I'm going to regret not FOCUSing...

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:47 PM

K' -- KOF

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

K’ sat down and took a seat next to a table near the corner of the bar. He was busy wiping his face that was soaked with red wine and was clearly exasperated. K’ threw the cloth he used to cleanse his face and shut his eyes from exhaustion. He opened his eyes only to find himself in another city. ‘Damn it Daisetsu, stick with one area won’t you?’

The sage spoke once again to the group of competitors with a more demanding tone now. He was obviously bothered by the destruction some had caused back at San’ Tar. Despite his irascibility, his lecture was short and sweet—those who wished to participate in battle would do so in the Arena. The lords, including Daisetsu left promptly afterwards.

K’ rose from the ground that was rich with luscious vegetation. His eyes gleamed with an insatiable appetite for battle, so much so that his hand burst into flames. His grin was almost sadistic, nearly malicious to say the least. He slowly clenched his hand smothering the flames; smoke began emanated from his right fist, somewhat clouding the figure that lay beside him. K’ hadn’t noticed before, but King was only several feet away from him, lying on the ground as if she had been asleep the whole time. He walked towards King and gave her a swift kick in the ribs—it wasn’t meant to be so forceful, but K’ couldn’t restrain himself as he saw his so called “look alike” entering the arena. “Setsuna…” K’ hissed to himself.

“Ow!” King exclaimed after being hit on the side of her stomach.

“Wake up already. I don’t want to leave you lying around; after all, I want to be the first to knock you out of the Arena.”

“K’?” King said somewhat puzzled, “What do you mean Arena?”

K’ sighed slightly annoyed. He proceeded to explain the rules and the events that had happened a few minutes before. “Any questions?” K’ said hastily.

“No.” King answered back.

“Good, I’ll be heading off to the Arena. It seems like a free for all match is going on. Better come when you ready, King.” K’ shouted as he became more distant from King.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:51 PM

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

Dan Hibiki chuckled, looking at the fighters in the arena.

Dan Hibiki also walked alongside Tingle and Gray Hulk.

What was going on?

My new secret move that splits me into more than one Dan is awesome! thought the pink Ansatsuken-esque pimp.

***

The hell I go through to cover plot holes, huh Lantis?

***

The crew had gone finally wound up near the bar and the alley; there were native women here, who wore flimsy underwear made of leaves. Obviously, these are a very nature-intuned people.

"Bitches are all about the jungle fever, fawk yeah!" shouted Dan enthusastically. Joe, Tingle, and Dan began to drool when a young man popped his head into view.

"Excuse me, but, ... this really isn't The World, is it?" asked young Kite, the twinblade.

"The fuck you talking about sunshine?" asked Dan of the boy.

"Well, there aren't many male characters crowding these women with chatter like 'A/S/L,' or 'wanna cyber ,' and other stuff like that," Kite replied.

"Um, right kid. Excuse us, but we're gonna pimp that shit." Dan finally moved around Kite, and the trio made their moves.

"Excuse me, but what's your name?" asked Gray Hulk of a brunette clad in a leaf bra. "I wanted to see if it was as beautiful as you."

"So..." Dan walked up to another girl, a blond, took her hand, and kissed it. He noticed that there was a gold ring on it. "This jewelry only dulls your true beauty."

"Woman..." Tingle walked up to another girl, whose flimsy leaf underwear had fallen off. "No need to pick up your drawers. The most beautiful woman on Earth, Eve, was nude her whole life; Adam loved her so much, he doomed himself to an eternity in Hell, just so he could touch her again."

The trio had successfully acquired their nameless wenches, and lounged in the nearby bar. Kite, feeling lost, decided to try the techniques he had seen on The World on one of these ladies, in an attempt to fit in with the men who had walked into the bar.

"Lady..." Kite began, while crossing his arms, "...make me a sammich! ... No, that's not right."


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:51 PM

Superhero Sellout

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

Captain's Log. 04-20-03. 9:50 pm
Sponsored by Band-Aid


The crowd roared at the last show of skill in the last battle of the Arena. However it was now time for a new battle. The first round for the great Captain Falcon. He was mentally preparing himself for the battle.

'Alright, it's almost time. I need to win this, think of all the media-attention! Wait, what am I talking about?! OF COURSE I'M GONNA WIN THIS! I AM CAPTAIN FALCON!

One of the workers at the Arena came to running to Falcon rather quickly.

Being as superficial as he is, one thought came to Falcon's mind when he noticed.

'Crap! I don't have anything to write with! How will I give my dedicated fan an autograph?'

'I'm sorry, but I don't have any writing materials on me, I can't give you an autograph, however, I can offer you a handshake from the one and only Captain Falcon!' He struck yet another heroic yet extremely cheesy pose, emphasizing ever one of his perfectly cut muscles.

'Actually, I was just here to tell you your match starts in thirty seconds...'

'Oh... well then, Captain Falcon is ready to pummel some Gladiators!'

'It's not that easy, you know...'

'It is for me, for I am th...'

The ring annoucer cut him off. 'LADIES AND GENTELMEN! TIME FOR OUR NEXT FIGHT!' He looks at a piece of paper, a special request from Falcon, 'THE ONE-AND-ONLY, THE PROUD, THE BEAUTIFUL, THE STRONG, THE MUSCULAR, THE GREAT.... CAAAAAAPPPPTAAAAAAINNNNN.... FAAAAAALLLCCCOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!'

Falcon darted on stage with his trademark speed, sprinted around the edges of the ring once, did a flying leap into the center, and, in a true superhero fashion, struck the most dashing pose imaginable.

'RIGHT... AND HIS OPPONENTS, THREE SUPRISINGLY, EXTREMELY, ASTONISHINGLY, EXCEEDINGLY GENERIC... GLAAAADDDDIAAATOORRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!!!'

Three of the most generic and ordinary Roman soldiers you ever laid eyes upon entered the rign, their metal dresses clanking with every step.

Falcon saw his muscular opponents (but not as muscular or perfect as himself, of course) and decided to enhance the audience's experience by throwing a few taunts at the would-be warriors. 'You think you can hang with Falcon? HA! Don't forget to call your mommies when you get raped. And remember, use 1-800-Call ATT when crying to your mommies!'

The opponents did not understand what he was saying, for they did not know English. However, in a similar fashion, they threw out taunts in their native tongue.

'`/0|_||2 |>|-|4|\/|1|_`/'5 50 |>00|2 7|-|47 1 54\/\/ `/0|_||2 |\/|07|-|3|2 \/\/4|_|<1|\|6 |)0\/\/|\| 7|-|3 57|2337 0|\|3 |)4`/, |<1C|<1|\|6 4 C4|\|, 4|\||) \/\/|-|3|\| 1 45|<3|) \/\/|-|47 5|-|3 \/\/45 |)01|\|6, 5|-|3 541|) '|\/|0\/1|\|6!' (Your family is so poor that I saw your mother walking down the street one day, kicking a can, and when I asked what she was doing, she said 'moving!)
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Oh, let's say this post happens AFTER Bugey's post. And if anyone wants to use Falcon, wait till I make one more post to conclude this fight. Then he's all yours!

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Lantis Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:57 PM

Death roams next door

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

Setsuna slowly got up, as blood continued to flow from his wound, and growled at the sight of it. He sheated his sword, and used it as a sort of walking pole. He spotted K' and King now together...

"Hmmm...what are those 2 up to now? First they are rivals and now they are friends? What is going on...?"

Setsuna also noticed Captain Falcon trying to sell his stuff to the crowd at the arena. Setsuna looked down.

"I hope he has something for me...."

But Setsuna noticed that the remaining gladiator that had emerged was now charging at Falcon with a ball-and-chain in his hand, swirling like a lethal machine. But Falcon was still selling his stuff, so he never noticed.

"I hope he gets nailed for all his stupidity...but alas...."

Setsuna launches himself into harm's path, stopping the ball and chain with his hand.

"Lost something, big guy?"

Setsuna quickly took out his sword and pierced the gladiator through like a hot knife through butter.

"Ack...."

Setsuna fell down again. Falcon did not notice him.

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1 R-Vote to Captain Falcon


Want to take me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain to assimilate your stupidity.

*First Champion of SRK Survivor Tournament - Character: Rock Howard
*6th place in SRK Survivor Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro
*6th place in SRK Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she differed, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails.
He who forgets will be destined to remember.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:57 PM

K' -- KOF

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

K’ loosened his jacket up a bit as a means to provide more flexibility during the battles that would ensue in the Arena. Of course, he knew it had already started—the crowd was cheering frantically, crying out for more bloodshed. K’ entered the long, narrow entrance way to the center of the battlefield and thought to himself, ‘How ironic, the very people we’re trying to save are the ones who want more death, more pain, and more suffering. It’s almost cruel to save these innocents.’

He tightened his glove located on his right hand. K’ wore it out of mere “tradition”, it used to be a means of controlling the Kusanagi—a power he once could not sustain without the glove. Reaching the end of the passageway, the light shone as he stepped onto the battlefield. He snickered as he saw both Setsuna and Ky Kiske wield their blades, dueling each other.

"Wait up K'!" said a familiar voice. It was King's.

"So, you finally came did you now? I thought you weren't going to particpate out of sheer horror, King." K' said sarcastically.

"Har har, K' -- So, we doing this or what?"

Both of them continued into the center of the field, ready for the chaos that would ensue.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:10 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 2:1

Alma-san, what are you...?

You feel the demon in me, I am sure of it, and likewise, I see something behind your eyes as well - but is it demon? I sense nothing. You have a very evasive shield, Alma-san, one I wish that I could hold...

Yet I wonder what you feel when you glance into my eyes. Is it a shock? A spark of flame? Perhaps it feels as cold as frozen water in winter... and you can tell of my demon. Is - is it so wrong to carry one within? And if it is, then is it wrong to deny it, as I have for my whole life?

You said you would stay by my side, Alma-san, even if I were demon. And so I am, and so you have. You hardly know me and you insist upon such steadfastness... a lesser person would have run if they knew what you know about me. Even I myself run from within myself - I cannot imagine what the demon could possibly do, and I never find the courage to face it.

And if you knew what I myself have done in the pursuit to rid myself of it, you might run away yourself. How much blood did spill on my hands while I was on my journey for Zankuro? Can you imagine what it is like to kill someone - your own father? Have you ever awakened the exact horror in your soul in someone else's body? Alma-san, tell me... do you store such guilt within you?

... I surely hope not. Unless that is what hides behind your shield... such girls as you do not need the guilt I hold.

Did you see my sins, then, when you looked into my eyes for the first time? Or could you feel them tugging at your heart, as they do on mine? Many, many nights I have tried to explain what I've done to myself, and I can never find a single conclusion - for I cannot remember the original reason. Being able to remember the lessons in life, good or bad memory, is one thing, but to have only the dying shrieks and screams of your mother with the silhouette of the demon who killed her as your only memories - it is easy to see why I crave for any memory I can.

If I could forget those images in my eyes, if I could forget the heartbeat of the demon in my soul, I would give anything to simply forget it all.

Yet - I do not want to forget you, Alma-san, nor Rimururu, nor Tachibana-san, Zack, Vincent...

Alma-san -

... tatsukete...


--

... yeah, that did nothing to further plot. 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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Larrok Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:14 PM

Junior Member

Registered: Apr 2003
Location:

Max, overconfident as always, steps into the entryway for the arena, but he is cut off by an attendent.

'Sir, your match has not been started yet, please wait a while longer for the previous round to finish.'

Of course, Max doesn't listen and instead pushes the man out of his way, determined to start fighting right away. Max sees Setsuna and Ky battling amidst the 3 roman soldiers, and, watching a sword-weilding soldier sneaking up behind Ky, decides to start things off with a shot from his gun.

'Air Blade!'

Max fires the blast from his gun, watching as it cuts the man in two, and decides to rush in and start beating on the others with his gun.

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Just Some Guy Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:15 PM

Superhero Sellout

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

Captain's Log. 04-20-03. 10:13 pm
Sponsored by Victoria's Secret Lingerie


Falcon did not notice what Setsuna had done, he was too busy signing autographs when he should be fighting. However, there was one gladiator left, and he clocked Falcon with a flail-mace. The Captain's helmet protected him, but he still felt the blow, he turned around and kicked his opponent in the gut, but the gladiator's armor absorbed most of the blow. Falcon was astonished that he didn't knock him out of the ring, but he did not care. It makes the show more worthwhile.

'Might I ask what your name is?'

'|\/|0'

'Ah, Mo. I am, the GREAT, Captain Falcon! It will be an honor to do battle with you!' Falcon struck yet another pose. Mo simply dashed at him and gave him an extremely 1337 headbutt, flawlessly executed, if I do say so myself. Falcon staggered back, and regained his poise.

'Show me your moves!'

Mo was enfuriated by this (he obviously could understand a bit of English). How dare the Captain beckon him into attack, the one who was so far LOSING the fight. Mo dashed at Falcon, but using his uber-speed, Falcon jumped above Mo, cut a flip, landed, posed, and then got ready to hit Mo from behind, all before the gladiator and his hefty armor could turn around. Two words, one attack.

'FALCON... PUNCH!!!!'

Falcon reared back his hand, and thrust his fist into Mo's back, followed by a bird-shaped blaze of fire. It pushed the warrior to the edge of the ring.

'FALCON KICK!'

The Captain followed by doing a baseball-slide stye kick, himself engulfed in flames when he drove his burning foot into the gladiator's back, knocking him out of the ring.

Mo accepted his defeat. '1 C0|\|C3|)3. `/0|_| 7|2|_||_`/ 4|23 45 600|) 45 `/0|_| 54`/.'

Falcon posed, and went over to the ring announcer, taking the mic from him. 'This victory brought to you by Crest toothpaste! And do not try my super Captain Falcon moves at home, for I am safe due to Asbestos 'R' Us Flame Retardant gel! And to all you corporations wanting a spokesperson, I will leave my card at the exit!'

Falcon posed yet again, and left the arena. On the streets he met a red-haird boy.

'Here, have some Coa-Coa puffs!' He gives him a sample box.

He also met another one a near the entrance.

'Drink Mountain Dew! Do the Dew!'

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R-Votes to Shizumaru and Mal'Ganis

Shizumaru now has a box of Coa-Coa Puffs.

There is also a burning, 1337 speaking gladiator named Mo at the side of the ring.

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Exeter Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:18 PM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

~Don't Stop Me Now~
Sol Badguy--Album 2, Track 1

As he entered the room once again, Sol found himself unable to keep his mind from wandering. Peace or justice, indeed. Kiske still didn't know what he was talking about, but...he was close. Grudging, Sol admitted to himself that the boy had come a long way from the prideful, foolish swordsman who'd inherited command of the Knights from Kliff Underson. He'd even managed to hold his own, this time, in their latest battle.

Of course, Sol hadn't even been trying, but then, he never had.

Well...only a few times, anyway.

Images of a bearded, caped man with a pipe in his mouth; a sleek, deadly robotic Gear; and, most recently, a woman in red, her favorite guitar, Marlene, in hand.

Slayer, Justice, and I-No. The only three ever to see his true strength. One had disappeared, one was dead, and now, the third...

Sol froze. He'd left her right there on the floor when Kiske had shown up. She'd been unconcious or dead, he'd made sure of it.

Too late, he felt the presence behind her.

"You got me pretty good back there," she cooed at him, "but it's still not enough."

Every muscle tensed, Sol felt his power increase until there was only flame. He whirled around, the Fireseal in hand, and...

...the man himself stepped from the shadows.

"YOU!"

"Hold back, I-No," the man said, ignoring Sol's outburst. Reluctantly, the dark-haired vixen took a step back, then winked at Sol and grinned maliciously.

"It's been a long time, Frederick," the man said, almost fondly.

With a cry of rage, Sol charged the cowled figure before him, flames erupting at his feet. So long, he'd waited for this, his chance at revenge, to put an end to all the suffering he and the rest of the world had endured at the hands of this one man...

The man made a small gesture with his hand.

When he came to, Sol was on the ground, a pile of rubble from the wall he'd been thrown into sitting beside him.

"Geh..."

The man looked apologetic for a moment, then stepped forward, I-No still smiling at his side.

"Soon, Frederick, the true battle shall begin. A conflict to surpass even the Holy War."[/i]


***

With a grimace, Sol took in his new surroundings, trying to ignore the memory, but it was no use. The brief conversation that had followed, that day, had sounded all too much like Daisetsu's speech.

The man was not here--that Sol was aware of, anyway--but Daisetsu certainly was.

This bastard thinks he can play God, too?

If any of you are itching to give me a piece of you minds, he's said, in battle or otherwise, go ahead and take it up with me here...

The bounty hunter was more than happy to oblige.

Sol strode past the female ninja Jun casually, then quickened his step as he neared Daisetsu and his two henchmen.

"Hey, Daisetsu. A word?"

The swordsman turned slowly, raising an eyebrow as Sol approached. "How can I help you?" he said cautiously.

"You can start by telling me why the hell you think you can make me fight for people I don't even know."

"Ah. That. As I said before, there's not much more I can tell you at the moment. Sorry."

"Yeah, I bet you are."

The two men exchanged glares for a moment, then, his face devoid of emotion, Sol took a battle stance, raising the Fireseal until the blunt edge was level with the other's throat. Rotating his hips slightly, he leaned forward until all his weight was on his left foot, his right turned at a slight angle behind him.

Kalten had an arrow nocked instantly, prompting a smirk from Sol, while Daisetsu placed a hand on the hilt of the Kusanagi blade and Dorrin merely frowned.

"You, sir, are awfully reckless," the large man said quietly. "If I were you, I'd be more hesitant to engage in combat with those I know nothing about."

"That's your fault, old man," Sol replied smugly. "He said it himself, if we wanted to have a chat we were more than welcome."

"It's fine, Dorrin," Daisetsu said calmly. "If a duel will put him at ease, then so be it."

"Don't get yourself too worn out before our battle, friend," Kalten said sarcastically as he turned. "And Daisetsu, don't get carried away."

As Dorrin and Kalten left, Sol studied the soon-to-be battlefield. A clearing, thankfully, though not very large; the foliage was thick all around, and many a half-concealed root littered the ground. The branches of the trees above locked together in an intricate tapestry of nature, a mesh that all but blocked the skyline.

Cage match, then? Haven't seen one of those since '26, he thought wryly.

...long time ago, that had been.

Daisetsu, meanwhile, had a firm grip on the hilt of his katana but was otherwise unprepared. He even had his eyes closed, apparently lost in thought.

Arrogant fuck.

"Your name?" Daisetsu murmured calmly.

"Sol Badguy."

"Daisetsu Kusanagi. I wish you luck."

Sol cackled as he lowered the Fireseal to his side. When the blade lay perpendicular to his leg, he leaned forward, bending his knees as the fire began to ignite at his feet.

Daisetsu smiled slightly, placing his other hand on the sheath at his hip.

"Graaaand Viper!"

The explosion of flame was deafening. As he came within range of his still defenseless opponent, Sol exploded upward into the air, swinging the Fireseal--

--only to have it caught between the crossed sword and sheath of Daisetsu.

Ignoring the flames, the swordsman spun quickly on his heel, forcing Sol's blade back with the Kusanagi sheath as the katana itself twirled past the Fuuenken to strike at Sol's unprotected side.

Gritting his teeth as the weapon penetrated, Sol released his grip on the Fireseal and drove his fist in past the sheath, striking a grazing blow on Daisetsu's shoulder.

Wincing as the flames from Sol's punch ignited, Daisetsu dealt the man a quick blow to the head with the hilt of the Sword of Kusanagi and stepped back, replacing the sheath at his hip and entering a defensive position, the point of the katana aimed precisely in the center of Sol's headband, just as the bounty hunter regained his hold on the Fuuenken.

The moment his feet struck earth, Sol charged once more, this time striking high, the Fireseal flaring to life in a fierce horizontal arc.

The Kusanagi katana whipped across the intervening distance like lightning to parry the attack, the resulting clang of metal echoing throughout the forest like a thunderclap.

Then, just as quickly, Daisetsu pivoted, dropping to one knee as he slide his blade free from Sol's broadsword to strike at his shins.

Undaunted, Sol continued the swing despite knowing Daisetsu was now out of range, and leapt back just in time to avoid--

--gasping as he felt the flesh of his leg stripped raw, Sol ducked just as the follow-up cut flashed above. He rolled quickly toward his opponent and kicked, sweeping Daisetsu's legs out from under him, but the swordsman maintained his balance and brought the katana back quickly, exploding forward with a stab as his feet hit the ground.

Sol grunted.

Daisetsu withdrew the blade instantly and stepped back from the injured man, his eyes slitted.

"You surprise me. I expected more from you, Sol."

"...H...hah! You haven't seen a damn thing yet."

Removing his blood-covered hand from his chest, Sol rose from the ground slowly, then grinned.

The wound was already beginning to heal.

"Curious....what are you, exactly?"

"Your...worst nightmare," Sol said, borrowing a line from a movie he vaguely recalled seeing, long ago. "Heh. I'm just getting warmed up."

"I see..."

"In fact, I'll prove it to you."

Frederick studied himself in the mirror absently, examining the crimson headband he'd recently donned as though it were now a part of his flesh.

Of course, in a matter of speaking, it was. Or at least, he intended it to be.

"Never going to let it happen again."

Now, if everything had been adjusted accurately...

Focusing, Frederick set his mind on the other presence--no, not a presence. It was him, but...different. Like his reflection in a mirror, for example; hence his idea that viewing himself in a looking glass might help him find where he was going by first knowing where he started.

A shock of brown hair, a red bandanna, a weathered but youthful face, and a pair of ochre eyes that seemed to stare into his very soul, as he'd hoped they would.

That was him, Frederick Gordon Nash. And if that was him, then...

Everything shifted.

No...ignited.

Surprised and relieved at the same time, Frederick watched as his body began quivering. The power, just like before, only it was still him; not some animal.

Then came the pain. Frederick screamed and fell to his knees. Unbearable, throbbing pain in his head, overpowering him until every fiber of his being demanded an end to the torture, whether from death or...

And just like that, it was over. The pain was gone, and with it the power he'd held for so brief a time.

"It...worked," he gasped with relief.

Finally, he wouldn't have to worry any longer.


"Oh?" Daisetsu said, his sword held back behind him. "And how will you do that?"

Sol smiled.

"Dragon Install!"

***

To be continued...

A-votes to Dorrin, Kalten and Jun
R-vote to Daisetsu

3 A-votes, 3 R-votes remaining.

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Nif Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:39 PM

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Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"Psh. Who needs those 'women' I've already groped my share once today," Kite chuckled to himself.

He began to hop up and down in anticipation of his fight in the arena. Ever since he fell into this place, he began feeling...stronger-like he could finally take control of his problems. Kite was much stronger than his real life self, and it felt good. "I can't wait to test this out," he whispered.

As he began stretching, he noticed a nearby woman dressed in ninja attire watching the battles. Her eyes seemed intense; focusing on every detail of their fights. "My name is Jun," she said, not once looking away from the fight.

Kite, a bit surprised, looked around to see if she was talking to someone else.

"You didn't look like you were paying attention earlier, so you probably don't know who I am." She paused a moment while one of the fighters performed a finishing blow. "Some advice before you fight...That bracelet. It won't work like it did in your world."

"My bracelet?" Kite looked at his arm. "I wasn't even sure I had it in this place...but how did you know it was there?"

"You can't see it?" she said, grinning. "I suppose it doesn't matter. As long as you know it's there."

Kite rubbed his wrist and stared at her. "Eh...Thanks. I guess."

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OOC: I'll be getting to bed early tonight, but I should be home from school before 10 tomorrow. ^^ I'll probably put off any arena dueling until then.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:42 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto II + Mirabile Visu + Environs


"Amazing. It's so beautiful..."

It had been so long since Alma had seen waterfalls- Zirekile Falls, Ivalice's resident wonder in that area, was only so far from Orbonne, but Simon had rarely let her venture out that far. The spectacular plateau she and the other contestants now inhabited was a marvelous one, and now she stood at the edge of the city limits, looking over into the wide slope of one of the plateau's sides- and the breathtaking spectacle there. She overlooked a vast, beautiful and green- so green- forest beneath, and the mighty roar of a waterfall above it. She marveled at the gallons upon gallons of white water pouring down into the misty lake below, in the center of the forest.

She steadied her staff, sighing in relief as the cool air washed over her face. It felt so much better from the desert- and it was certainly more welcome company than any devil. Alma frowned at that thought, her gaze turning grim.

Lahatiel...that's what Vincent told me its name was. I know that kind of devil- I saw others of its kind, at...at Riovanes.

Alma shuddered- she did not want to think of those lifeless halls. So many had died, there. The knight who'd guarded her in the prison, the knights of Barinten...the Knight Blade, Izlude. All had fallen at Hashmalum's claws. And then the others. The bodies of the Archaic Demons, strewn about in the halls. One of Ramza's soldiers had died, a young man she'd known named Elliot. He'd been an archer, close with Charene. And beside him...

The hulking dead skinned bloody corpse that smelled of brimstone...

Alma put her hand to her forehead, stomping her staff against the ground. "Out, out, out," she said, taking deep breaths of the cool air. "Out of my head..."

Hard to do so, though. She sighed, leaning against the rail set upon the edge of the cliff. She was feeling stronger now- compared to the absolute weakness and vulnerability she'd felt before, her powers were coming back to her at a marvelous rate. After so long in that murky Hell that was the Graveyard of Airships, Alma felt like she was truly a girl of seventeen again. Well, eighteen in, what, two weeks? I can't remember...Vormav wasn't the kind to keep a calendar about.

Alma noticed her ponytail had fallen over her shoulder. She smiled as she caught sight of the headband there, and stroked it gently before straightening her hair again. Its touch lingered on her fingers, and she kissed them softly. "I always thought you'd be eighteen when I was," she whispered. "I guess that didn't happen, but, you're watching me, aren't you? If ever there was someone worthy of Heaven, it was you, Teta."

mm

Alma didn't go stiff this time, but she sucked in, turning her eyes at all possible directions. Something like a little moan in someone's throat, but...light, crisp. Over the roar of the waterfall, it was impossible to trace, but Alma would have recognized that grunt anywhere. She set her jaw, closing her fingers around her staff.

So again, that fat little demon. It wasn't a coincidence- things like that don't just wander the desert here. That was the same kind. Vormav's spell must have failed. I'm not bound, but there's a hole in Hell.

"If there's any more of you, come out and face me," Alma said, wishing she could growl. She bunched her free hand into a small fist, and began to focus. All the White skills she'd learned came flowing back into her- Alma was again reminded of her power in that area. A Master of the White Arts. All spells returned to her, just as she'd left them...

A flutter, off to the left. Alma whirled, bringing up her staff in an attack position. "You will not surprise m-"

It was the ninja, Jun.

"...oops." Alma put down her staff, wondering how many times she would be able to make herself look stupid in the course of the tournament. As it was, Jun wasn't even looking at her- the ninja was some ways away from her, seated nimbly upon the railing as she gazed down at the waterfall. Alma recalled Charene trying on ninja attire once, during her journey with Ramza to Orbonne, and thought Jun looked very like that. She was very pretty, too (Alma felt more than a little unimpressive with so many beauties around, but she supposed it could be worse).

"Sorry," Alma said, shifting a little. "I thought you were a demon..."

Jun's head tilted, as though just noticing the girl. "That's okay. You wouldn't believe how many times I hear that."

"You wouldn't believe how few times I say it," Alma said, smiling shyly. "I'm Alma, Alma Beoulve."

"Jun." The other woman returned the smile, but kept her gaze for the most part on the waterfall. "Have any questions for me that don't involve a proposition?"

Alma blinked. "Propo...oh. OH." She flushed red, going wide-eyed. "Nooooo, no no no no no! No-nothing of the sort-"

"I'm kidding," Jun said, flashing a tiny- if feral- grin. "I received quite a few...entertaining queries, back there, is all. If you have any, I'd be glad to answer."

"Ohh, I see...questions, questions." Alma composed herself, and cast a look about the waterfalls, holding a hand up to her hair to keep the wind out of her face. "Ah, well...I'm really not that specific."

"Try me."

"Ah...okay." Alma tapped her staff against the ground, then turn-hopped back to Jun. "Let's say there are a few monsters after you, and you've only got so much power coming back to you because you've been ripped out of a world where your own death was imminent and a hole got punched in Hell and now there are all manner of ghosts and goblins and trolls and demons- well, at least demons- coming after you, but you don't feel like running anymore. What do you do?"

Jun chuckled. "Not that specific, you said?"

"Well..."

"I see. All right." Jun clasped her hands together over her knee, finally looking at Alma out of the corner of her eye. "When you can't run anymore, what else can you do but fight?"

Alma winced. "My spells aren't...really designed for that. I heal and I protect, I don't often fight..."

"A mage who doesn't know basic attack magic?" Jun cocked an eyebrow. "That's hard to believe. Come on, surely you know something."

"I'm...well, I do, I guess," Alma said, gesturing to her staff. "I learned some basic black magic, only because I had to study it at the monastery. I also learned how to summon a few things, but I've never tried the aggressive ones out..." She scuffed her foot. "Though, there is one spell I know that can harm."

Jun tilted her head. "That would be?"

"Holy."

"Ah. I've heard of that magic," Jun said. "It taxes your body a lot, doesn't it?"

Alma nodded. "Quite so. When I first tried it, it depleted all my power."

"I'd imagine." Jun hopped down from the railing- silently, Alma noticed- and paced over to her. She stopped about a foot from Alma and looked her over, her brow knit in scrupulous concentration. "Hmm...and you're not built for physical combat, I see."

"Not really...though I'm okay with this." Alma lifted up her staff. "But all this does is heal at a touch. See?" She reached over and tapped Jun's shoulder with the amethyst at the top, and it came away sparkling with curative purple light.

Jun nodded, her gaze understanding. "You're a rare find. You're quick to aid and yet slow to fight..." She tapped her finger against her lower lip in thought. "Maybe...try this. There are several martial arts dojos- schools- all over the city. There's one in particular, though. It's the Oujin Brotherhood school. They are monks, who practice basic hand-to-hand waza, but in particular, they're devoted to the study of chakra."


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

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:46 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

"Chakra?" Alma asked. "Waza? Oujin Monk? That's more Nipanese than I know!"

Jun laughed. "Don't worry, you'll recognize it- it's the only dojo that has 'brotherhood' in their banner. Yes, chakra. It is energy that flows within all of us, and thus is connected to your magic. It can gather at any and all parts of the human body, and when released, you can adapt it to any skill you know." She gestured to herself. "A ninja like me focuses it into attacks, but if you seek them out, they can teach you a core point of chakra- self-restoration."

Alma slowly nodded. "I think I understand...why would that help, though?"

"Because chakra requires no magic power, as your spells do," Jun said. "Allow me to demonstrate." She placed her palms together, her forefingers and thumbs pointing against each other. Her flat stomach sucked in with a deep breath, and she closed her eyes, her voice deepening and seeming to echo. "Seishin Toitsu!"

Alma felt a buzz run through her head. It was there for a nanosecond before it disappeared, but she saw it- a bright blue oval of light expanding, then sinking into Jun's body. The female ninja's supple muscles tightened and then relaxed, and she brought her hands back to her sides, her eyes opening again. "See? That's the simplest version of it- very easy to learn. An instructor will explain it to you better than I."

"That's amazing!" Alma beamed, already aching to try it. "It will restore my magic power?"

Jun nodded. "Yes. And it will cure minor wounds, as well- again, it is the power of self-restoration. Also, if anyone is very close by to you, the chakra will energize them as well. Think of it as a bubble. You won't be able to do much at first, but practice and it will intensify."

That'll save me some time if anyone else is hurt. Alma curtsied once, and deep. "Thank you! I mean, atigarou!"

Jun chuckled a bit. "That's arigato."

"Oh, um, that too!" Alma hopped back to her feet, smiling brightly. "Thanks! See you soon, Miss Jun!" She curtsied again, then turned from the female ninja and the waterfall, rushing towards the town.

Oujin Brotherhood, chakra, power of self-restoration...it amazes me how little I know, after all. Ramza, Deruta, Agrias, Uncle Cid, Tim- they must have all known of these things. I bet even Zalbag and Marquis Elmdor knew how to do these things, and Lord knows what Shizumaru, a Nipanese man, knows of it. She felt soured as she ran. I guess I really am just a sheltered Cleric girl. I wish I could know more. Maybe then I'd know how to deal with...with all this.

Her hairband brushed against her neck. Alma perked up a bit, and her face turned determined. I'll see that to an end, too. I'll learn- and then I'll learn more, until I know how to stop these devils. Shizumaru, Vincent, Mr. Chipp, Vice and Mature...Ramza...I won't be a burden to them anymore!

---

Come forward. Yes, I know you. You are one of the strongest- twisted, arrogant, brazen and greedy. Yet you are of great power, unlike Lahatiel. You know the truth, do you not, my precious? The powerless fall and the powerful rise, and what power is more valued on earth than money? Men believe that wealth can serve as strength, and therefore grant them any desire. Any. And you exploit this- you exploit the power they so believe in, the neverending thirst they have for it. The controlling are, in turn, controlled.

I invoke you, Immortal Rofocale- he who with a coin can shatter the sword of an angel.


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1 R-Vote to Shizumaru
1 R-Vote to Dorrin
1 R-Vote to Opera
(Shakespeare~)

Ability of the Round - White Magic! In her time with Ramza, Alma mastered the White Mage job class, learning how to heal wounds, shield from harm, and even revive the fallen. This is the ultimate curative class, and complements her Holy Magic nicely. Though it is a path dedicated to healing, don't take it lightly- its most powerful skill, Holy, can obliterate the undead and cause immense damage to demonic creatures. This is too long to describe, but its primary spells are Cure, Protect, Shell, Reraise, Regen, Esuna, and Holy.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:57 PM

K' -- KOF

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

The noise generated by the enormous crowd of the Arena was almost deafening as K’ and King had entered the large battlefield. Several warriors and gladiators were already lying on the ground—they had died due to a massive loss of blood. It was evident with all the thick, red liquid that was on the ground that consisted of soft dirt and silt. A shadow of a large figure loomed over K’ as he took his gaze off the battle that was taking place. K’ turned sideways to face a legionnaire wielding a hammer almost as large as himself. K’ gave a quick glance behind him and saw that King was already occupied herself, fending off several contestants. The warrior knocked K’ down as he was caught off guard. Landing forcefully on the solid ground, the impact caused a mound of dirt to elevate in the air. The armored gladiator grinned, already thinking that he had won. With a roar, the man swung his hammer down. The steel hammer collided against the floor of the arena and caused ruptures on the surface—yet another cloud of dirt and earth rose above in the air distorting the vision of the warrior. The dust and sand settled and revealed nothing, not a hint of blood nor a body. “Where do you think you looking at? I’ve been watching you for quite some time.” K’ said laughing hysterically, “With movements as slow as that, I’m surprised you’re actually still alive. I figured Falcon or Ky had already dealt with incompetent idiots like you.”

The gladiator stood shocked and speechless. K’ let out a breath and set his hand aflame with the Kusanagi. He dashed towards the gladiator and grasped the steel hammer with the hand that was burning with immense heat. The large figure dropped the weapon as his hands were scorched from the hot temperatures building within the weapon. “Now, I suggest you leave. You’ve no chance against any of us.” K’ said with a smirk.

His hands still burning, K’ scanned the area for Setsuna. After all, it was the only reason K’ was here. With all the commotion he had caused in the D.H.C. Bar, it was the least he could do for his so called “look alike”. K’ spotted him, not that it was too difficult. Setsuna stuck out from the other competitors – pale hair, wielding a blade, and sprawling on the ground with the wounds he had suffered. K’ was irritated, “Damn it… I’ll see to it I duel another day, Setsuna.”

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The Damned Posted: 04-20-2003 , 10:59 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Daisuke7777, your attacking and reversing votes are halved since you are focused. Anyway, this section happens before Lantis's and Daisuke7777's last posts:

King
Chapter 2: Deathing Queen
Section 2


"You there!" King shouted at Jun with her manliest voice, much louder than she had intended.

"Yes?" Jun replied politely, seemingly ignoring King's volume.

"Um..." King began, slightly embrassed already due to her slight incompentence. "Yes. I heard from a friend that you would be answering questions."

"Yes. What can I help you with?"

"I was wondering three things," King paused to hold up three fingers of her gloved (which has no fingers) right hand. "First, I was wondering if you could tell me why you could tell me why I turned invisible yesterday?"

"It must have been my ability..." Jun said, though mostly to herself.

"What? You mean did that too me? Why?!" King frantically asked, her voice become a bit womanly again.

"No, no." Jun shook her head. She begun to explain, "It was my ability, meaning that since you could use it, and I'm assuming you still can, you're one of mine."

"Yours?" King again cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, you see," she stopped as she noticed King's odd facial expression at the word see, also noticing that it was slightly sardonic.

"Well, of course you don't," Jun continued sympathetically. "I mean that Daisetsu said that you sponsor have a certain compatibility of sorts with us. Therefore, I'm deducing that since you could use one of my abilities, that means your drawn closest to me."

"O. Kay..." King said quizzically, obviously still not understanding what Jun was saying.

"I could explain it more," Jun offered.

"That's okay," King replied, holding hands up, signalling Jun to stop. "I have more important things in mind."

"Then ask please," Jun tersely responded.

"Okay, number two..."

"Don't you mean three?" Jun interject, now being slightly sardonic herself as she held up two fingers to symbolize the last two question.

"Um... That last one wasn't really a question, and it's not like I honestly understood what you were talking about," King answered.

"I see. Go on."

"Yes, number two. How did I turn invisible?"

"You must have wanted yourself to be invisible. Did you want to be invisible yesterday?"

"Y-yes," King stuttered, remembering that damned incident with the stocky yet well-built battle-mage Dorrin yesterday. "But how?"

"Oh," Jun said, realizing King's true question. "Magic."

Oh great. That damned thing bites me in the ass again.

"I guess that makes sense..."

"And your last question?" Jun rather quickly asked.

"Oh yes...." King paused, suspended in thought. Should I ask her how Vice and Mature are here? No. I doubt she would know. Or else she answers with "Magic." again. Let's make it more useful for than that.

"And how would I do again?" King continued, thinking that she could use it as advantage against K' and anyone else she encountered later. "Without feeling the need to want to go cower in some hole and die?"

"Hmmm..." Jun herself stopped to ponder in thought. She tapped her chin.

"Seeing as how you seemed to have not used magic before," she continued, "I will tell you that the simplest way of becoming invisible is to merely will yourself to be such. However, for the less magically inclined, it will probably take a lot of willpower, concentration, and the need to stand still."

King sighed. How the hell am I supposed to stand still during a battle. Perhaps it isn't that use then.

King sighed once more before saying, "Well thank you for answering those questions."

"It's alright."

"Anyway, I'll see you later I suppose." With that King dashed off towards the arena.

And though she could not see it, something inhuman stirred in Jun's eyes as she watched her leave.

"Anyone else?"

****

"Wait up K'!" King shouted. She had finally made it to the arena, just to see K' standing at the end what looked like the one of the entrances to the actual fighting area itself.

"So, you finally came did you now? I thought you weren't going to particpate out of sheer horror, King." K' said sardonically.

"Har har, K' -- So, we doing this or what?" King asked.

She noticed K''s attentioned was turned to sword battle at hand, with that creep and one of the guys she had bumped into from yesterday.

So they're both fighters... She thought as she looked on.


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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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:03 PM

K' -- KOF

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

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Daisuke7777, your attacking and reversing votes are halved since you are focused.



I noticed changed it beforehand

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Switchblade Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:09 PM

Road Warrior

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

“So?” Vice asked, turning to face Mature with a grin, “What do you think?” The two were standing outside the city’s large fighting arena. The instant they had heard of the place they had headed straight for it, eager to get rid of some pent-up tension via some good old-fashioned violence. Vice was particularly eager to get into the arena, craving to once more feel bones breaking in her grip.

Mature, on the other hand, was oddly distracted. Somewhere back in the desert town the two assassins had gotten separated from the girl Alma. Vice hadn’t particularly cared, but Mature was upset at the disappearance of her potential protégé. “Looks promising,” she said, “But personally I’d rather look for Alma.”

“That girl again?” Vice laughed. “You should get over her already. She’s nothing special.”

“Maybe not to you,” the blonde replied, “But I see potential in her. There’s a real killer inside that angelic little shell. And I want to bring it out.”

“Fine.” Vice said, an angry tone detectable in her voice. “Go. Try and convert the little brat. I’ll be here having fun when you give up.” The brunette haughtily cleared her throat then walked away towards the entrance to the arena. Mature shrugged and headed off in the opposite direction, looking for Alma.


Vice and Mature (well technically just Vice) are entering the arena. I am not FOCUSing. :P

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Wayne Posted: 04-20-2003 , 11:43 PM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In this entry....

-Mal'Ganis talks with Jun and stops by the Arena.
-He's going to spectate... heh. Although he's brought some friends along for the two-on-two matches.

Reasonably obscure StarCraft and WC3 quotes in this one. Name the units whose quotes I borrowed in this one; get an R-vote.

---

Mal'Ganis was still somewhat stunned, resting by the altar, meditating and focusing his psychic powers again; while he-- and presumably all the other sacrificial lambs for the campaign Kalten had been thinking of-- was transported elsewhere. Mal'Ganis listened intently as Daisetsu, somewhat changed, and quite colder now.

The demon found a newfould sense of respect for the swordsman. Perhaps he can be deceived. Perhaps he can be led down the dark path... and once he goes, forever will it dominate his destiny. ...and he'll get dental. They've made a great deal of progress in arranging matters for the convenience of non-demon members.

Mal'Ganis nodded toward Daisetsu as he finished speaking; and made his way over to Jun. He watched, bemused; as she easily took down a massive grey-skinned brute-- his mind was quite difficult to read; and very crowded-- and answered a few other questions before she was alone, and then the Dreadlord approached her.

"Lady Jun. You're looking well." He spread his wings out and bowed.

"Thank you, Mal'Ganis. You're, um, looking... well...."

"I am a demon, Lady Jun. You needn't downplay that. ...I must apologize for giving you that sculpture. In retrospect you would likely have little need for it, considering you will be spending much of your future in combat." I certainly hope this is the appropriate level of civility when dealing with a female mortal. This charade is getting difficult to--

"No, no; it's fine." she offered, waving a hand, bound with a ninja-style deflector gauntlet, dismissively. "It was very nice."

"But not exactly functional. Again; my error. If you need anything else from me, Lady Jun, do not be afraid to ask." He forced himself to smile; Jun grinned back. "Ah, well. I believe I'll be examining the Coliseum. Good day."

He bowed again; this time, Jun offered a sort of bow herself. "I appreciate that, Mal'Ganis."

"Think nothing of it, Lady Jun." Think instead to the moment when I rend your soul from your screaming body-- a very nice body, I grant-- and use it to power my revenge against an entire army of demons!

"Did you say something?" she asked, blinking. "I could've sworn--"

"No, ah, nothing at all, Lady Jun. Again; I bid you good day."

---

Mal'Ganis the Desecrater stalked to the Coliseum. It wasn't difficult to find; massive, built in the Classical human style, and a number somewhere between a swarm and a throng gathered in and around the place to watch the bloody games.

He walked through the archways and down into a kiosk where registrations were being held. A young mortal male, likely in his late teens; was, to Mal'Ganis's satisfaction, aghast at having to sign in two contestants for a two-on-two team battle, although neither were there; and neither was Mal'Ganis. ...in fact, he thought, incredulous; their names were Mahannarin the Slayer and Sabane the Bleak, and further, the charming although remarkably pale demonic entity explained, should probably be ranked with the biggest and strongest competitors available, if such bracketing arrangements were possible.

Mal'Ganis was nearly delighted to hear that, no; in general teams were paired up without regard to the equality of their members. Better for the crowds to see the occasional total annihilation in an afternoon of tense matches, the mortal explained; and Mal'Ganis was inclined to agree.

The Dreadlord took his ticket-- the boy, with the aid of a slight psychic push, had given him front-row seats-- and rather than go straight to the floor of the arena stands instead snuck into one of the underground dungeons. He would rather not have anyone see him summon Mahannarin and Sabane.

Because they were a pair of giant, nine-feet-tall, half-ton, incredibly strong Doomguards. Complete with plate fellsteel armor and flame scimitars.

As both materialized into the material plane-- in much the same way Noctithicus had; blood-red images slowly coalescing into a horrific whole-- they knelt before Mal'Ganis.

"Favored reaver of the Nathrezim!"

"Someone call for an exterminator?"

Mal'Ganis grinned wickedly. "Rise, demons. You will have your fun today. Kill and fight, and provide your master with his fill of souls."

The demonic trio ascended up the stairs; Mal'Ganis pointed out the entryway for the Doomguards, whereupon he himself went back to the kiosk; it was a faster means of reaching the stands than going all the way around from underground.

Then his mind suddenly caught another presence. One powerful, countless ages old, diabolical in source... Mal'Ganis strained his eyes to see who outside the arena, just passing by; could've possibly contained a presence that powerful.

It was a teenage human girl. Dressed-- of all things-- in the garments that hinted of some foreign religious order.

....

...I... wow. Now I've seen everything.


Nevertheless Mal'Ganis didn't want to pass up this chance, and again cut through the crowd back to the ticket stand.

"Oh, you again, Sir? What can I help you with?"

"Yes... if she," Mal'Ganis explained, pointing out the girl walking by, trying, it seemed; to not look at the place of battle, "...comes in, give her the seat next to mine. Thank you."

---

Mal'Ganis had watched with some anticipation as the first few battles, so far all one-on-ones; elapsed. He recognized many of his rivals fighting, but one in particular caught his eye.

The Dreadlord had been successful in taking the souls of every warrior that had been killed up to that point. Yet when one mortal-- the Sorcerer, Mal'Ganis remembered-- slew his enemy, he took its soul.

Mal'Ganis was the first to rise on his feet and applaud the mortal, now introduced as one "Shang Tsung," on his victory. The man locked eyes with the demon; and Mal'Ganis sent but one thought straight into his mind.

Your soul... is mine.

The Sorcerer grinned from below, and, in way of reply; flicked his wrist, which glowed with a sudden green, vampiric; light. Mal'Ganis applauded again... then suddenly stopped as Shang Tsung replied, through the mindlink.

That's my line. He bowed to Mal'Ganis and left, the slain pirate forgotten.

---

Two Doomguards are now entered in the two-on-two team events. They're there to win souls for Mal'Ganis. Feel free to fight them in a team match or one of them separately; although they're pretty powerful-- I described how big they were in there; and they're extremely strong, plus can cast Cripple (slows a target and weakens its attack; lasts about ten seconds), Dispel Magic (self-explanatory), Warstomp (a physical attack that, of course; stomps the ground and stuns enemies), and Rain of Fire (it burns! Comes in six waves; not particularly strong, unless you're readily flammable).

Casts Vanish. Mal'Ganis is using a great deal of stealth.


"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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