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quote:
Originally posted by Amethyst Hey, what's going on over there?
I don't know, but I'm gonna blast it.
Sun
Ray!
::Helps and executes a heat
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As
Shadow Testament heads towards the front lines, he spots a man clad
in a more elaborate uniform than any of the rest that he's killed so
far. But his uniform is close enough...the Gear knows that he is
affiliated with the invaders. Shadow Testament's face twists into a
snarl as he rushes, swinging his scythe in an arc that should have
killed him...but the man merely smiles, raising his hand and
shooting out a ray of white light that hurls Testament back. He
laughs...then frowns as he notices a slight trickle of blood coming
from his arm. He looks vaguely annoyed, but not especially
botherd.
A Vote v. Kashell
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 08:49
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El Bruje Sale
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In which Li
Mei attacks the boss... And some other people...
After
having wandered through the city, Li Mei found exactly what it was
looking for. Soul... Strong...
It swung its halberd at
the target, but succeeded only in having the attack dodged and
countered by the dual scimitars. Kashell laughed. "An undead? You
should have known better than that, Daisetsu."
With a wave of
his hand, the leader of the Five fired a holy spell, which was
promptly sent flying. Shang Tsung felt it, but dismissed the damage.
It will recover. All members of the Dragon King's army
do...
1 A-vote to Kashell. 1 A-vote to Setsuna 1
A-vote to The Hulk 1 A-vote to Captain Falcon 1 A-vote to Maya
Amano
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Rock You
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~Put
Out The Fire~ Sol Badguy--Album 4, Track 3
The street
erupted in a billowing curtain of flame as the dragon king Bahamut
unleashed its deadly breath attack upon the two swordsmen, who dove
to separate sides to avoid being incinerated.
Setsuna took a
quick slash at Bahamut's side as he fell back, prompting a roar from
the dragon as it turned on the white-haired man.
Sol took the
opportunity to try to get to Rydia, and too late he saw the dragon
turn back.
"Mortal, I shall allow you
to do no harm to this child!" Bahamut bellowed, raising a
claw to slash at Sol, who dodged to the side just in
time.
Shit, this thing could tear me to
pieces.
Setsuna, meanwhile, charged at Bahamut angrily,
his sword crackling with electricity as he leapt to slash at the
beast's midsection.
Gonna get himself
killed.
"Hey, Bahamut!" Sol yelled, just avoiding another
swipe of Bahamut's claw. "We're on the same side here! We don't want
to hurt the girl!"
Me, attempting diplomacy? I mean, bad
enough I wanted to help the girl at all...
Bahamut seemed
surprised for a moment, then howled as Setsuna's blade buried itself
in his side.
Cackling, the white-haired swordsman began a
follow-up--
"Dammit, Setsuna, back off!"
Ignoring
Sol's protest, the man's second slash tore deeply into Bahamut's
hide. The dragon's wings began to flap as it spun around to face
Setsuna once more.
Aww, fuck it.
Sol charged
the dragon from behind, his blade flaring to life much like the
Fireseal did, though the metal had begun to melt from the heat. As
the flames erupted around him, he leapt up atop the dragon's
back.
Bahamut attempted to throw Sol off with a swing of his
massive neck, but the dragon was not Sol's target this
time.
Leaping down to the ground, the bounty hunter's blade
clashed with Setsuna's, and Bahamut froze.
"I said, back
off!" Sol yelled, forcing the man back.
"So, you show your
true colors at last, Sol?" Setsuna sneered in reply. "Then
die."
Sol braced himself as the man's blade snapped back at
an impossible speed and shot forward again, but the blow did not
land. Instead, Setsuna gasped as Bahamut's tail sent him rocketing
skyward.
A moment later, Sol turned, and Bahamut glanced down
at him.
"It seems I misjudged you,
young man."
"Heh, I'm no young man, dragon, but
thanks all the same," Sol replied with a grin, dropping his sword to
the ground. The girl okay?"
Bahamut nodded. "I believe so. I would ask of you, though...watch over
her when I am unable."
Reluctantly, Sol nodded.
"You trust me just like that?"
"Your
heart is clear to me, Sol Badguy. Curious name, that, but I suppose
it hides something you do not wish others to see, so I did not look
any further."
Sol was silent for a
time.
Then, finally, he said, "I'll look out for her. In
return, though, you think you could keep the city-toasting to a
minimum?"
Bahamut laughed, a deep, rich sound. "Yes, I did get a bit carried away. As you wish, Sol,
and good luck."
With that, the dragon was
gone.
Slowly, Sol approached the fallen
summoner.
After a moment, she stirred, then looked up at him
nervously. "Sol...?"
"Yeah, no worries, kid. Come on, let's
get out of here."
Before Setsuna comes back and tears me a
new one.
Half-carrying the weary girl, Sol headed back
down the street toward the building where he'd last seen Shang
Tsung.
And Ky Kiske stepped out from around the corner, his
eyes wide and dull as he made his way wearily toward some unseen
destination. He didn't appear to see them.
"Yo, Kiske! You
awake over there?"
The boy looked up slowly.
Shit,
he looks beat up.
As he recognized Sol, Ky's face
contorted in a painful expression, and he began to turn away. Then,
deliberately, he turned back and said, "I killed her."
His
voice was hoarse, raspy.
The Fireseal and Thunderseal, as
well as a third sword, all hung from his belt.
The Fuuraiken
was stained with blood.
Setting Rydia down gently, Sol
crossed his arms. "Come on, kid, don't get all mopey on me
now."
The former knight quickly regretted his choice of words
as the boy's eyes finally focused.
**********
Over to
Baka.
A-votes to Hulk and Maya.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 09:11
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Superhero Sellout
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Falcon
A-Votes Kashell. Falcon will post a bit later.
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
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Bitches.
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A-Vote
to Kashell....I got nuthin to write
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-
---Team Southfield
Website---
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 09:22
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Canto IV + In Medias Res + An Arrow Into
Darkness
"Ah, your hair's getting
wet."
Elmdor's head turned up, his red eyes blinking when
they found Alma's palm there. The light rain fell onto the back of
her hand, a cheery if weighted smile on her face. "Often I heard of
your silver hair, back when I was a child," she said, her feet
tapping against the wet ground. "Believe it or not, you're as
popular as Uncle Cid, back where I come from. Especially among the
girls I knew, but you could probably guess that, hah!"
The
older man cracked a small, but definitely amused smile at that.
"Seems the 'beautiful swordsman' mythos is always welcome to the
hearts of young girls," he said. "I don't quite understand why it
was one people called the Silver Ogre."
Alma shook her head,
wiggling her already wet fingers over his crown. "I won't deny there
were just as many who disliked you- mostly the older men- but that
was because they were afraid. You were a hero, Mar- um, Elmdor! I
have no doubt you were fierce in battle..." She bowed her head a
bit. "Back in that dojo...our chakra mixed for a moment, and
I could tell you were a dangerous man. But, you know...the good that
I heard about you- that was much more prevalent. A just judge, a man
of faith and courage, a brilliant swordsman, a strong and capable
leader..."
"...and I lost all of that when I took the
Gemini." Elmdor brought his head back against the wall, hearing it
rumble as another blast shook the city. "That day, at the Fuse
Plains...I should have died. It was a horrible, painful death, but
my men would have seen it as 'honorable.' Yes...I think the history
books officially say I 'died honorably.' That I never returned to
Limberry, never saw those I cared for, and that my two escorts,
Celia and Lede, committed suicide, out of grief. It would have been
tragic, yet...yet tragedy is the stuff of beauty, or so the people
believe." Elmdor's eyes shaded, recalling those dark memories. "...I
didn't want that. When that arrow struck me, and I faced the raining
sky, I felt so incomplete. So much was there yet to do, and there I
lay, an arrow in my heart. All my dreams cut so short by one damn
arrow..."
His boot crushed against the arrow Alma had pulled
out, bending the steel with abnormal strength. "But it would have
been a better fate than becoming what you see here," Elmdor sighed,
his voice wavering in a way that tugged at Alma's heart. "Look at
me, Miss Beoulve. Just look. Am I a Marquis? Am I a samurai? Am I
the burning patriot, the man of God that your fellow schoolgirls
named with giggles? Am I worthy of jealousy anymore? Tch..."
Elmdor turned his head aside. "That's why I ask you to do
this...Zalera will rise again. He will tug on you- on Altima, who
resides in you. But if he takes control of me, then you...you'd best
put me to sleep."
She pulled her hand from above his head,
and it wavered above his shoulder. Alma swallowed, the rain on her
cheeks tasting salty as they rolled against her mouth. Possibly the
one man in this strange, violent tournament that she could say felt
closest to home, and he was tainted with the same curse as her. No,
tainted beyond even that. Living in cold and bleak misery- she had
had the King of Devils within her, and she remained untouch. But
this man had the Angel of Death himself within, and was living for a
third and far more weary time than before.
Sitting here
with him, in the darkness and the rain...it's like that alley in
Igros...
Alma sucked in a breath, the cold in her stomach
sharpening with it. "Elmdor...Marquis...do you know what the
greatest sin a human being can commit is?"
Elmdor only
slightly turned his head, his eyes still not facing her.
"To
despair." Alma’s voice was tender, but firm enough to drive in her
point. "There’s always hope, Marquis Elmdor. I have been where all
lights have gone out, and there have been times when I have thought
that things couldn’t get any worse...be-believe me, I still taste of
that darkness, right now." She swallowed. "But be that as it may...I
at least have myself. I know who I am, and I know what I have to do.
Whether you want to help me or not, or whether you want to let me
help you, I don’t know. But don’t despair. Even if you’ve changed,
even if you are...if you carry the same cross as me...you can still
hope."
She grasped her staff once, half-turning her own
head, but kept her eyes on him. "And, even if you don’t, I have hope
for you. I know you're a good man. I know it. Don't try to say
you're not...were you a cold, evil man, you would have despaired out
of hatred for your enemies, and not love for your friends, on that
day in the Fuse Plains."
Zalera should not have been able
to touch this man, she thought, her own anger building.
Altima...Ajora...you despicable, miserable
existence...
Elmdor turned his head a little, until his
eyes met Alma's again. It was then that she let her hand fall upon
his shoulder- a hard, powerful shoulder, but so cold. She timidly
shook it, and Elmdor rocked in a way that he might have felt when
Uncle Cid did the same. He snorted a chuckle, fingering a corner of
his eye. "It's strange that it should fall on a girl like you to
host the Bloody Angel, Miss Beoulve."
"Perhaps." Alma tapped
her staff against the ground, looking at the amethyst imbued in its
tip. "But within me now also resides Suzaku, the Red Phoenix- the
bird of death and rebirth..." She turned her head up to rest against
the wall, like his had, but she gave a smile- a smile that seemed to
dull the pain in the wounds of all those soldiers laying there. "I
wondered why Daisetsu gave him to me, but I feel there is a purpose
to it, beyond simply countering the existence that was...is...Ajora.
Altima. And maybe..."
She shrugged sidewardly. "Maybe, if I
get through this tournament...if I get this 'potential' to become a
god, and Zalera doesn't resurface in you- I'll make sure everyone
gets their happy endings. Shizumaru, Mint, Vincent, Vice, Mature, Ky
Kiske, Yuri...everyone. And especially you. I'll...I'll make
it better..." Her eyes softened deeply. "You're all so very brave.
None of you deserve to have these demons inside you...none of you
deserve despair."
No more Tetas. Never.
beautiful
She
thought she heard something off to the side, and her brow furrowed.
Still, she kept eye contact with Elmdor, and flashed him her best
smile. Alma tapped her fingers to his forehead, his chest, then
across his shoulders and chest in a strange symbol she'd learned
back at the church. "Blessings to you, Elmdor-sushi!
Wacky-whee-mason!"
Elmdor blinked, his lips quivering as
though he were holding back some great laughter. "I, uh...wait, I
think you mean -sensei and wakarimasu."
"Oh,
yes, of course! Zalbag's very into this stuff, so it translates
improperly sometimes, haha!" Alma scratched the back of her head
with a nervous laugh. "Ahem, yes. Elmdor-sensei,
wakarimasu. Cheer up and we'll the both of us get through
this." She gave him a wink. "Uncle Cid always told me that the best
swordsman can close his eyes in a room full of panthers and still
see a way out...and even if you have to fight to do so, do
it."
Elmdor twisted his lip in a half smile. "You would have
made a fine swordswoman, Miss Beoulve."
She thumbed her
chest. "Alma. I could never handle that 'noble'
stuff..."
"You're much like Ramza."
"I wish." Alma
noticed a glint off light off the sword at Elmdor's side, and just
now noticed it. It was a katana, like his others, but the black
sheathe and the ornate hilt surprised her- this was a sword that
looked more like it belonged in a museum than in battle. It had a
certain grace that she'd only seen in the Heaven's Cloud that Deruta
wore. Curiously, she brought her hand down to it, and stroked its
hilt. "What is that sword...?"
"Hm?" Elmdor brought
his hand down to the blade, and patted its pommel fondly. "Ah...I
see you know your swords. This is the Masamune, the sword that parts
the tempest of strife and conflict...hah, I remember an old legend
that Masamune forged it while caught in the eye of a
hurricane."
"No wonder..." Alma brushed its handguard shyly,
almost expectantly. Elmdor caught the expression on her face-
she, too, thirsts for knowledge of that she does not
understand. He clasped the handle, and drew the blade out
slowly, its gleam matching the beautiful silver of his hair. Alma's
eyes widened in calm respect as the Masamune was drawn out for her,
and she could not hide a gasp as Elmdor pointed it at the
sky.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
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Final
Vote Dump
1 A-Vote to Lord Dorrin. 1 A-Vote to Lord
Kalten. 1 A-Vote to Maya. 1 A-Vote to The Hulk. 1 A-Vote to
Opera. 1 A-Vote to Shizumaru. 1 A-Vote to Captain
Falcon.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Alma
shook her head, brushing back her honey blonde locks to get a better
look. "How beautiful..."
"Beautiful swords," Elmdor murmured,
chuckling again. "Once upon a time...I held one of these swords
against two men. Their names were Vincent Valentine and Tachibana
Ukyo."
"I see..." The shock of those names was not lost on
her- Vincent Valentine, the man who, too, shared a dark demon, the
demon that had manifested itself during the last test...and
Tachibana Ukyo, the mentor of Shizumaru. Alma regarded Elmdor with
even more regard. "'Beautiful swords connect people'...that's what
my friend Deruta told me."
Elmdor's eyebrows lifted a
fraction- and he banged his head against the dull of the blade,
starting to laugh. "You wouldn't believe how true you've just made
that saying, Miss...ah, Alma," he said, his eyes closing. "We've
brushed paths so many times without actually meeting, it sounds
like."
"Paths so closely knit," Alma said, smiling. She
turned her gaze back to the Masamune, and curiously, she reached to
it. Elmdor paused, about to warn her to be careful, but her gloved
fingers found the flat of the blade easily. She gave it a small tug,
bringing it to her face. Elmdor frowned, then blinked in confusion
as Alma pressed her pink lips to the flat of the Masamune, then
parted in a quick, measured kiss.
Elmdor tilted his head.
"What was that?"
Alma felt herself flush. "Tradition, yes?
The maiden kisses the knight's blade- and you are an Arch Knight,
like my brother Zalbag was." She tucked another strand of wet hair
over her ear, scuffing her foot. "I'm no princess, but I guess you
could call me a maiden. It sort of fits..." She touched her lips,
chuckling. "The Masamune...it feels like..."
Elmdor slid the
back of the blade over the catch of his thumb and palm, and sheathed
it. "Blood?"
"No," Alma said. "More like...apple."
A
cold but gentle breeze fell over both of them. Alma tucked her
mantle up a little more, and Elmdor mirrored it with his cape. She
smiled at the mirror gesture, and placed her hands back against her
staff- paused. The look that crossed Elmdor's face when she spoke
that...it seemed haunted. She felt nervous, and turned to him again.
"Did I offend you?"
"Far from it." Elmdor reached into the
folds of his black kimono, his eyes hooding with a sad purse of his
lips. He pulled out something- a little pouch. He looked at her
again. "You mentioned a man named Shizumaru...Shizumaru Hisame, was
it?"
Alma nodded. "Yes, a man with red hair and a very long
katana across his back...why?"
Elmdor looked at the pouch,
hesitant, and then took hold of one of Alma's hands. He placed it in
her palm- it felt light, but she could tell it was filled with
something.
"Give this to him," Elmdor said. "Tell him
it's...a connection."
"I...well, of course..." Alma shook the
little brown pouch, and slid it into her shirt. "I'll give it to him
the next time I see him-"
"Alma!"
She looked up,
suddenly, and saw Yuffie standing before her. The ninja girl held
her shuriken tightly, panting as though she'd been running for a
while. "Haa...Alma, they need our help!" she said. "You're a healer,
right? There's this really strong enemy out by the front lines- he's
hacking down guys left and right! It's crazy, I'm telling
you..."
"By God..." Alma grimaced, then cast a glance to
Elmdor. "Are you really all right? I'm sorry, I'm a little tapped
out from using so many spells before I got to you..."
Elmdor
was already getting to his feet, tucking in his Masamune. "You've
done more than I think anyone else would ever have expected," he
said, and bowed his head to her. "I will see you again, Alma
Beoulve. Take care."
"A- well...yes, you too!" She spat out
the words quickly, for he was already walking away (and for a man in
his thirties, he was fast). Alma pulled herself up to her
feet with her staff, and nodded then to Yuffie. "All right, let's
go! I'll bring all the potions I have!"
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I'll make
like Tenk and go for Recommended Listening- Inuyasha and Kagome,
from the Inuyasha soundtrack, or if you're lucky enough to have it,
Theme of Reflection from Skies of Arcadia. Anything that might fit a
touchy-mushy conversation! XD
Shakin' up that random dice
thingy for friendly fire votes-
1 A-Vote to The Hulk 1
A-Vote to Daisetsu 1 A-Vote to Setsuna 1 A-Vote to Kalten 1
A-Vote to Captain Falcon
Alma chooses to engage
Kashell.
My described A-Vote, and other two A-Votes,
coming in the next post. ^^;
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Baka
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Heaven or Hell?
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Kiske 4:4 -
Keep the Faith
"Mopey? You want to see mopey? How the - how the - how
the HELL can you talk to me, Sol? I've just killed someone -
killed an innocent! And you call me mopey? You hypocrite! You
fucking hypocrite! You kill every day of your life, and what am I
supposed to do now?" Ky dropped to one knee, swords clattering to
the ground, tears falling freely from his eyes by now. The
green-haired girl took a step away from Sol, her eyes clouding up as
he looked between the two of them - and Sol stared.
He'd
never seen this side of Ky before.
Sol knew Ky. He was that
kid who got lucky, got in charge of the Order after old man Undersn
bought the farm. Good kid, lot of ideals, chip the size of New
Orleans. He knew Ky, he was the older kid now, who had a beef with
how Sol lived his life. Wanted the sword back, wanted him to come
back. Sol knew Ky, but not like this.
This was a completely
different Ky Kiske.
Sobs racking his body, the white-garbed
knight doubled over, pounding the ground. "Why... why!" he shrieked,
before dissolving into sobs again. Rydia took a step back, and
looked at Sol's eyes - and froze. Something... different... shone
there. "Sol.." Ky raised his head to look at the man. "Tell me why,
Sol? Tell me what I can do now? Why did this happen? Why would the
Lord let that happen? WHY?"
There was silence for a few
minutes, broken only by Kiske's racking sobs, then Sol took a few
steps forward, stopping when he was level with Ky. Shooting a glance
at Rydia, he sighed slowly, then began to speak, in a low, level
voice.
"Kid.. back at the church, you asked why I left the
Order?"
Ky sniffed, raising his head slightly, a quizzical
look in his eyes.
"You really wanna know? Then listen up. I
left that day cause I got some news that threw me. Remember Justice?
Course ya do. The big-wig had some big army coming up from the
South, one that you folks didn't know about. Whole buncha Gears,
whole bunch of the buggers, led by Justice himself.
I
figured you knights didn't have a chance, so I wandered down there
by myself. Didn't wanna let you all get your butts kicked into next
week now, did I? It ain't that I didn't tell ya, Ky, it's that I
couldn't. How do you turn round and tell your comrades 'oh, it's ok,
there's just a big army down south, I'm gonna go and take it on by
myself'."
"B-but.. Sol.. by yourself? Why?" Ky stammered,
then fell silent as Sol waved a hand at him. "Don't interrupt me, I
might never get in a mood to tell you this shit again. I snuck out -
took the Fireseal for a couple of reasons, which I ain't gonna go
into right now. Wouldn't mind that back sometime, by the way, I'm
kinda fond of it. Yeah, so I went South. Bumped into Justice, and
I'm afraid I got my butt royally whupped into the ground. Even I'm
not good enough to take down an army - well, I wasn't then. I've
been practicing since, reckon I could do it now if I tried."
"Sol! Don't j-joke about that..." Ky whispered, lowering his
head again. "War is.. a waste of life. I've always known that, but
it was my only recourse. I had to fight.. to save
everyone."
"Shuttit, Kiske. I told ya not to interrupt me.
I'm pourin' my heart out here, ya know? So I'd left, and I got
whupped. Then I heard about what happened to the town. Figured I
wouldn't be the best of company, so I headed off on my own. And you
know something, Ky? I've had regrets. Once or twice. But when you're
in my position, you can't afford those, so I shoved 'em aside. This
is war, kid, the kind that ain't just about the fighting. You can't
afford to look back on your mistakes, cause that's all they were.
Mistakes." Sol paused, and turned to look Ky in the eyes.
"I
never told ya that, kid, cause you never grew up. Y'know something?
I think you just did."
Looking away again, Sol reached into
his pocket and pulled out his last cigarette, throwing the empty box
away. Lighting it up, he took a long drag, then exhaled. "Hey
summoner, you comin'? Later, Kiske." He began to walk away down the
road, and Rydia took one last look at Ky, a pleading look in her
eyes, before she followed him, jogging to keep up. Slowly, they left
Ky on his own in the road, swords surrounding him.
He looked
around, wiping his eyes, and slowly stood up. He bent down to pick
up the Fuuenken. Sol wanted that back. He bent down to pick up the
sword he found in the temple - Fuusuiken, he was calling it. Not
Jinki, but much the same. He wanted to study that more. And then he
bent down to pick up the Fuuraiken.
Stained with blood
still.
He held it up to the sun for a while, staring at
it... before sheathing it. The breeze blew Ky's hair, and he
half-smiled.
Tomorrow was a new
day.
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A-vote to Maya A-vote to King A-vote
to Hulk
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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A-Vote! Shang Tsung! A-Vote!
Mint! A-Vote! Ky Kiske!
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Cue song: 50 Cent &
G-Unit - Heat
Now that we've A-Voted
everyone else...we can attack this Kashell joke without having to
worry about getting votes ourselves. How about that,
guy?!
Kashell flung his opponents left and right
without much effort.
...hell no. We get out.
The shit? You're no fun.
Bruce
left the action, running into more rampant looting; he soon came
along a little building stone building, decorated with the roses
which grew on the bushes lined along its walls, full of prestige
amongst intellectuals; the Library of the Peaceful
War.
That's an oxymoron.
No
SHIT, Sherlock.
Bruce walked into it, and found a
family robbing some ancient chain mail which once proudly adorned
the walls of the grand hall which served as its
entrance.
"'scuse me folks. Can any of you suggest some
interesting artifacts I could loot?"
"...sure mista'. Try the
stairs up thar'." responded a woman, a mother of three, a
wife.
"Thank'ee." Bruce ascended the stairs and came along
more precious artifacts than the weapons and armor on the first
floor; here, there were the arts. Paintings, statues, musical
instruments, the works. Bruce advanced towards a glowing object,
whose glass had been conveniently smashed; seemed that the items
aroung this glowing object had been looted, and no one had thought
about grabbing it before they left.
"...is this a trend?"
Bruce said aloud to himself. He picked this object up; it had a
depression on its bottom, the shape of a ring; and this object was
no exotic, ancient treasure; it was a silver MP3 player.
Try putting one of our rings into
it; it worked with the music box.
Bruce placed the
moonstone ring into the MP3 player; it clicked in, a perfect
match.
Cue song: Scarface - No Tears.
"Nice.
This is a Scarface joint; it was off the Office Space soundtrack, so
even your scrawny white ass probably seen it Bruce." Joe Fixit
looked around. "Hey, this is my ring, isn't it? Good, I was afraid
my song would be gay."
Gray Hulk faded back into Bruce
Banner.
Well, we now know what these rings do. ... But
why?
Bruce pocketed the MP3 player, which was comfortable
with his music box. He browsed through more of the artifacts, and
found a book of poetry.
Thieve
this.
Bruce did so, and heard several battle cries
coming from downstairs.
The hell?! Looters here? ... Let's
roll.
Bruce rushed back downstairs, and the family who
had been looting the miniature museum was being assaulted by a new
gang of looters; a couple of deserters from the war.
"Peons.
I'll lay waste to them with my sword." announced one.
"No,
wait; we can take them as workers, the woman of special
entertainment. Let's hump."
"Yes, let us hump her."
Motherfuckers are subtle, aren't
they?! Let's knock their fucking teeth out.
Bruce
entered into the middle of the skirmish, using his yoga stretch
punches to knock the soldiers away from several feet
away.
"Aiii!" screamed the woman.
"Damn, his punch is
strong." mentioned the solder who commenced the humping.
"It
does hurt!" said another.
These guys
suck. Seriously, they're boring and shit. Tie them up and leave
their asses open for a 3rd party's scathing. Or something, I mean
Jesus, these guys suck.
Doing so, but bored, Bruce
tied them both to a pole outside.
"Oh, how could I ever
repay you?" asked the woman who had just been humped.
"...why
was your man standing right in front of that shit the whole time? He
didn't move a budge. He was sorry."
"Oh, don't mind me."
announced her husband, who had not done, or said, a thing during the
entire looting process. "I'm the bitch in this
relationship."
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Tetragene
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"Things seem a little quiet...." Vincent glanced around,
his pale face impassive as ever.
"Yeah, but who knows how
long it'll last?" Opera gave their surroundings a rather nervous
once-over herself, her finger unconciously tightening on the
Kaleidoscope's trigger.
If there's one thing I hate, it's
waiting, as I effectively demonstrated to my parents many times
during the course of my childhood....and of course to Ern a few
times. Ye gods....and this kind of waiting is the worst. This sucks
more than a black hole.
Vincent looked around the
rooftops, but his expression - or rather, lack thereof - remained
unchanged, indicating that he hadn't spotted anything unusual. Or
whatever passed for unusual now. "If only I could see
them...."
"Stuff like this almost makes me wish my third eye
was in the back of my head." Opera chuckled mirthlessly, her gaze
darting around the street uneasily.
Vincent's expression
changed, reflecting some amusement in his scarlet eyes, and he
nodded. "The battle terrain could be worse. I have handled my share
of hand-to-hand combat in the streets."
There's where you
and I differ. Aside from a certain....incident....in Fun City, I'm
not one for street combat. And I'm more the shoot-from-a-distance
type anyway, if I can help. Opera shook her head. "I'm fairly
new at this myself....I'm more accustomed to ruins, forests, towers,
and the like." And that blasted "Field" that was more of a
wretched mountain range than anything resembling a field.
Ugh....
"I have fought in those too... but this is more
of my style. Or at least the one I've fought the most." He paused
for a brief moment, then continued. "By far the
bloodiest...."
So, this is something new for you, too?
"I can't say I've ever seen anything like this either. I've been in
the ruins of something that was hit pretty bad, but it was long
after the fact, not....during." Opera shuddered slightly.
Eluria....I pray I never have to see anything like that, or this
either, again....and I can't even imagine what it's like for those
on Expel, and the natives of this place....nothing like that has
ever happened on Tetragenes....needless to say, I hope it never
does.
A slight smile crept onto Vincent's face and he
nodded. "They are always easier to handle after they are
dead."
....Not going there. "....Wow, that's a little
morbid sounding." Opera laughed nervously. Eeee....he's a little
creepy. Even moreso than Dias at his worst. Well, not
really....they're kind of equal in that respect, from what I've
seen. Of course, what I know about the two of them combined couldn't
even fill my bra....
"Perhaps...." Vincent simply nodded
again, his face expressionless again.
Well, isn't this
awkward....gah, what do I say next after a line like THAT?!
Opera cleared her throat apprehensively. "Uh....oh wait, hang on!"
Trying to hide her relief at having thought of a way to change the
subject, Opera bent and opened up her bag. For once, what she had in
mind was at the top. She withdrew a yellow-necked violet bottle from
her bag and straightened. Uncapping it, she sprayed some of its
contents on first herself, then on Vincent, taking the laconic
gunslinger by surprise. Didn't know why I didn't think of this
before....
"....I hope this isn't pepper mace...."
Vincent finally said, looking at her strangely.
"No, no!"
Opera exclaimed, laughing. "It's Fairy Cologne....should keep more
attackers away." Hopefully....
Vincent nodded almost
imperceptibly. "Intelligent idea."
Opera smiled winningly
back at him. "Thanks, I hope it's effective enough." Because I am
REALLY sick of this shit by now.
Nodding again, Vincent
reached into his belt, and produced a couple bottles of what looked
to be potions. He held them out to her, and spoke. "In return for
Rofacale, and just now."
"Hey, thanks!" Opera gratefully
accepted them, and slipped them into her bag. "I appreciate it." Her
sharp eyes took note of the various items of food and drink
contained in there. "Hey, while it's quiet, you wouldn't happen to
be hungry or thirsty, would you?" Poor guy looks like he could
use a bite to eat, or something refreshing to drink. Though if he's
really similar to Dias, he'll turn down the 'tea',
heh.
He shook his head. "Thanks for offering, but no
thank you."
"All right. Let me know if you need anything,
though."
Vincent nodded his thanks, and surveyed the area
again. Opera wiped a bit of sweat off her brow, and glanced back at
her bag. Now that she'd mentioned it....
"....I'm a little
thirsty myself, now that I think about it." Opera laughed slightly
and pulled out a slim white bottle. Uncorking it, she took a long,
pleasant gulp, sighing happily as the cool liquid wound its way down
her parched throat. "Whew. I needed that." More than usual,
believe you me....
Vincent's gaze fastened on the bottle.
"What are you drinking?"
"This?" Opera held up the bottle.
"Yaegaki 'tea'. Quite good, if an acquired taste." Heh, indeed.
Ern can't stand the stuff, but I love it. Not my usual fare, but
good every once in a while.
Vincent nodded, seeming to
think about something. After a few minutes he spoke. "What was your
occupation, back where you were from?"
Wow, way to put me
on the spot there, Vin, though you don't know what you're doing! I'm
not thrilled about the idea of explaining that I was following my
teacher/boyfriend around the galaxy....even if he DID leave without
telling me where he was going....ergh, men. Opera fidgeted a
bit, looking uncomfortable. "Well....I was a student, but, um...."
She coughed slightly. "At the time I was abducted for this
tournament, I was on, er....a bit of a break." Technically,
that's true....really. I was on break....but not doing what I - in
the words of my parents - should have been doing with my break. At
least, not at first....what I wound up doing I'd rank above
schoolwork in my priorities.
Vincent nodded again,
looking like he was hiding a chuckle. "I have been on a 'break' too,
shall I say."
"How about you? What did you get up to back
home?" Opera inquired, attempting to shift the focus of the
conversation away from herself.
Vincent hesitated, his
expression seeming a bit conflicted, then he answered. "I was an
ex-assassin, you could say. I did the dirty work of
others...."
....WHOA. This explains a LOT. More than I'd
like, really....but eh. Not going to judge the guy. It sounds to me
like he's not exactly proud of such a past, and that says to me that
he's now a good person, who doesn't deserve to by judged by someone
like me, who's experienced so much less of life than he apparently
has. Heh, honestly, I'd be actually frightened if he seemed to take
pleasure in such a history. Opera's three eyes widened a small
bit. "Assassin, eh? Haven't met many of those, heh. Though Dias
wasn't that far off from being one, from what Rena said about the
guy....and I'm wandering off-topic. Er, if it isn't too personal,
what made you change your line of work?" Augh, getting too nosy
again, somebody hit me! I wouldn't blame him if he just up and
walked away from me right now....
He was silent for
several seconds, seeming to be struggling with something internal,
before finally speaking. "....I didn't have much of a choice in the
matter."
....Yep, too personal. Damn, I need to learn when
to NOT ask questions! This isn't one of Ern's classes.... Opera
swallowed. "Whoa, that sounds bad. I'll stop asking, in that case."
Bout time I did that.
Vincent nodded slightly, and
looked around again. "And what about your ex-job?"
"Well,
that was my choice." Opera let out an embarrassed laugh, her cheeks
pinkening. "See, I was on break, and my....teacher decided to head
off for parts unknown, so I followed him. And somehow, what was
supposed to be a quick hunt for him turned into a crusade to save
the universe. I swear, I don't know how I end up in these
situations...." She shook her head in a mixture of amusement and
mortification.
"Happened to me too... you never know where
you are going to end up...."
"How true....I was trying to get
to sleep when I got warped here, and not doing too good a job,
seeing as we were set to attack the guys threatening the universe in
the morning...." Opera sighed. Yeah, I've REALLY got something
great to go back to, don't I? Though I at least have Ern....I don't
know what or who he's going back to....but I hope it's something
better than this, and that he has someone that cares about him....I
don't know him very well, but I think he deserves that, just as
anyone does.
"I thought I was having a mind trick when I
got here myself," Vincent replied, his expression
unreadable.
Opera nodded. "I thought it was a trick of our
enemies, but then when that Daigetsu guy or whatever his name is
explained everything....I didn't know what to think. Still don't. A
large part of it still sounds so unbelievable." Yeah, like I'm
going to become a god! Ha! Right! I'm not exactly the poster girl
for low self-esteem, but I know better than to let my ego get THAT
big!
"....to be back in my world would give me a lot more
peace....or struggle...." Vincent sighed, the sound nearly
inaudible.
"I wish I didn't have to say this, but....same
here." Opera sighed heavily. Like I said....I've REALLY got
something GREAT to go back to. Mwah.
Vincent sighed
again, a tad louder this time. "There is something in the past that
you would do anything to change, am I correct?"
Heck no. I
regret nothing, hon, and believe me, it makes life a little bit
easier. At the very least, I haven't done anything yet TO regret, in
my opinion.... Opera shook her head. "Actually, no. I'd be
relieved to get back to my friends, and Ern, but the battle we were
facing....I don't know what would, or will, be the outcome."
Urgh....NOT going to think about that right now. I do not need to
lose focus on what's around me. Not now of all times, in all the
places I could be.
Vincent was silent for a second or
two, then closed his eyes. "Then let's go on and find out. I do not
want to risk staying in one spot for too long."
"Good plan."
Hefting her bag over her shoulder, she followed him further into the
city.
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Final vote dump.
1 A-Vote to Testament,
Shizumaru, and Falcon
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 09:58
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Hey,
this shit is ill. Renmazuo's ass is gonna go out almost A-Vote free,
while everyone A-Votes everyone else. WTF. 
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 09:59
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Basic Lurker
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Little
Vote-Dump, incase I don't finish my next post in time...
1
A-Vote to Hisame Shizumaru(Carly Cheese)! 1 A-Vote to Alma
Beoulve(Renmazuo)! 1 A-Vote to Lord Dorrin!
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Damnit. Why the hell did showering, trying to read half
these posts, and watching Yu-yu Hakusho take so damn
long?
Unforunately, I must now vote dump before the writing
my next long section:
A-Vote to Maya Amano. A-Vote to
Opera Vectra.
And as a preview for my next long ass section:
quote:
"Storm! Wind assistance!" King yelled as she ran towards Kashell.
The weatherwitch complied, a fierce wind began blowing, pushing
King even faster across the cobblestone streets.
His
twin-scimtars glimmered as he murmured, "Pitiful wretch." He
continued idly watching King's charge, seemingly motionless, until
he blurred.
"What?!" King was answered by the slash across
her chest, revealing her bra. She slumped over, still being pushed
forward by Storm's winds as Kashell's voice emanated from behind
her.
"Or perhaps I should say 'wench'?" His rhetorical
question drenched in smugginess.
Seeing red, King gathered
a sizable amount of ki, before lashing out backwards...
A-Vote to Kashell.
And I was saving my
A-Vote for a Required Boss. Therefore:
A-Vote to Required
Boss or, in the case of no required Boss, to Setsuna.
EDIT:
And before I forget or my computer craps out on like it is doing
now. Let me just say that I would appreciate it if no one used the
following people:
King
(obviously) Amethyst Storm Mint K'
Feel free to
attempt to tell me if you planned on doing so.
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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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Just
posting the rest of my votes in case I don't finish my post before
2230 hrs:
A-votes
to: Hulk King Yuri
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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 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
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Yuri Hyuga II
- Bird Brain
The
wind whipped through his feathers as Yuri flew over the city, wings
beating in synch as the form of the Tornado fusion drifted over the
broken city like an overgrown vulture. From above he could see the
layout of the grand battle, the districts where troops were pouring
through breaches in the city walls, the areas where broken rubble
was blocking their attacks and forcing them to see other routes. The
information would have been invaluable to those in command of the
city, had Yuri any way of passing it on and any inclination to do
so.
Now if only those bloody archers would stop shooting at
him.
Yuri called to the winds as he dove, a keening raptor
cry cutting the air, and moments later his talons met flesh as he
raked them through a lightly armoured archer. The man screamed and
fell backwards off the building as he regained height, his body
smashing into bloody ruin on the ground far below, intestines
spreading out over sun-heated stone and their ripe scent wafting
appetisingly in the air -
Dammit! I'm in control, you
overgrown budgie, I'm not interested in entrails!
More
arrows streamed through the air as Yuri regained height, threading
between their shots best as he was able, and eventually the arrows
lose their strength and fell to earth in dying arcs. Immediately the
Harmonixer flipped in the air, coasting the winds and disappearing
into a cloud bank that hovered overhead with the dark promise of
rain. The men below drew their bows reflexively, then looked around,
their aims wild as they scanned a dark cloud for an enemy they could
not see.
"Where'd it go? The damned thing was there a minute
ago!"
"Are you afraid of a big sparrow, brother? We are men!
We will not be slain by merest monsters!"
"Keep tracking! It
has to exit the clouds some time, and we will be waiting for
it!"
The men continued to search the skies, some loosing
shots in tension at birds no larger than their fists. The tension
grew momentarily as flickers of blackness within the raincloud took
suggestive shapes, taking their attention, wearing them down as they
faded again into nothingness. A minute passed, two, as the archers
looked into the skies while ignoring the soldiers below that had
been their targets, and the men began to relax as the minutes
dragged on.
"I think it left us for other prey,
Morga-"
The man screamed out as a blade of wind lashed down
and cut him almost in two, his body splitting open across the
stomach line and flopping backwards while the knees sank to the
ground in a different direction. All of the archers, devout
believers to a man, swore violently as a raptorial cry of challenge
cut the air and the Harmonixer dove again. Trembling arms pulled on
ash bows, nocking arrows to the silvered strings, and arrows shot
towards the diving Tornado. A lucky shot sank deep into the flesh of
one leg -
Ow! That hurt!
- and then the great
bird was on them, closed claws smashing another archer in the face
and splitting his nose across his face. Immediately it turned and
wheeled on the remaining man, nocking as he tried to edge backwards,
and his final shot went well wide as a shield of wind around the
Fusion's body knocked it aside. The claws hit him in the chest,
pushing his screaming body onto the rocks, beak digging at his chest
and tearing and ripping and biting-
...no. No, dammit, I
am NOT eating people. I don't CARE if you're hungry, thunderbird,
you... don't.. control... ME!!
The man's dead body fell
to the ground as Yuri stood, reaching his beak down to the arrow
sticking out of his leg, wrenching it from the wound with a muffled
squark of pain. Taking a moment to regain his balance, Yuri lifted
into the air, beating tired wings against the winds. He wasn't going
to get to the outskirts of the city - it was too large for him to be
able to reach its edges, and in any case he wouldn't have known what
to do. Best he continued to strike at archers from above, give the
groundbound a fighting chance.
Within two minutes his
raptorial eyes saw another group of archers atop a building,
attacking not the soldiers below but another man in their midst. He
wielded twin swords, glowing with energy, and his body seemed to
blur as he drove them into one man after another. The archers around
the edges of the rooftop aimed at the man, too far away to kill them
before they could drive feathered shafts into his chest -
-
and all of them suddenly fell dead, bodies collapsing to the ground,
bows falling from their suddenly lifeless hands.
The hell?
Is he on our side, attacking those men? Or are there archers on both
sides?
Yuri called out as the Tornado coasted over,
getting the man's attention, unable to tell who he was from a
distance if he was one of the competitors he already knew. Certainly
the man didn't seem to be dressed anything like the soldiers on
either side, and if he'd just taken out all of those archers he had
the same kind of strength the others hauled into this world had
-
A bolt of lightning smashed into him, ripping a scream from
his beak, driving him down from the clouds and into the lower
city.
"Now this I didn't expect," the man laughed as Yuri
fell from the sky, almost hit a building, almost hit another
building and hauled his body back into flight. "Fighters, yes.
Mages, yes. But to be attacked by a half-bird without full control
of his own mind - do you jest, Daisetsu, in your choice of
potentials?"
Swearing inwardly, Yuri regained height and dove
on the man, claws spread for a slashing strike as he called on the
winds to add to his speed. The rooftop was coming, closer, closer,
closer - now! - and the hurricane wind blasted down on the
roofing as he made his strike. Pushed backwards by the intense blast
of wind, arms windmilling as he fought to regain balance, the man's
attention broken by his expectation of just a physical
strike.
Yuri bore down on him with the bloody-minded fury
that a direct lightning strike will do to a man. His talons raked
over the man's body, glancing off a raised scitimar and trailing
blood after contact with the metal edge, cutting a deep groove in
one shoulder as he shot overhead. Immediately he wheeled again,
rising like Daisetsu's phoenix, turning and slashing with a blade of
wind -
This time the man met it coming with a windblade of
his own, projecting from a scimitar and colliding in the air with
Yuri's own. "You caught me by surprise, I will admit, "the man
smirked, pressing the flat of his other blade to the shoulder wound
and ceasing its flow of blood, "but do you really think you can do
so again?"
The Harmonixer took up his challenge; he dove
again, a shield of wind surrounding his body as he skimmed the floor
in a low attack, the elemental barrier shoving aside dead bodies as
Yuri hurtled himself across the floor. He couldn't move as fast with
this attack, but he didn't need to - if he kept up the barrier and
hoped the asshole was arrogant enough to try using a physical
attack, one that wouldn't penetrate his defense -
The twin
slash did break through the defense - twin blades cut through
the air barrier as though it wasn't there, lashing into Yuri's
wings, breaking the bones that allowed his flights. The Harmonixer
smashed into the ground, breaking stone and tiles, and faded back
into his human body as he came to a halt at the end of the
rooftop.
"Damn you..." Yuri hissed through the pain of cut
muscles on both arms, "damn you already..."
The man smirked.
"I think not. I am already damned far more than your words could do
to me. But I appreciate the try." Then he was gone, afterimage
flickering in the light, leaving the wounded man behind and the
failure of defeat.
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A-Vote to Kashell, obviously.
A-Votes also to Setsuna, Maya, Amethyst. I'm pretty sure that by
this time Kashell'l have taken enough hits to make this one wasted,
but what the hell?
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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Using
my last two A-votes on King and Shang Tsung. Gotta avoid the burn
somehow, guys, sorry!
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Blade of Vengeance
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(Several hours earlier...)
In his left
hand he gripped a kunai wrapped in some heavy black material—given
him by Naruto (that dude was cool enough, I gotta repay him for
that shit somehow, even broke as I am…); in his pocket was a
simple gold band (don't ask where he got the money for it, please).
Both for Jun; the kunai for its functionality, which Jun should
respect as a ninja; the ring for...well, he didn’t quite know what
it might mean, but he figured she deserved something nice. He
figured he'd give them to her as soon as he saw her, but he didn't
really have a chance. From the whirlwind of the "test", to the warp
to that Pleasure Island Darkke’an place, he hadn't a chance to even
see her, much less give her presents.
And now, in the midst
of hell, declaring his undying love was the last thing on our
ninja's mind.
He crouched behind the large grey gargoyle
which hung over the west side of the building, pointing into the
heart of the city. It was there that he saw... and seeing, wished he
could forget. But seeing wasn't all, no; even ten stories up he
could smell the dusky smoke and the tinny smell of blood, could hear
the cries of warriors (and citizens) caught in the madness like
animals in the slaughtering pen (and, when you came down to it,
weren't the narrow streets of this city just perfect for butchery?).
His eyes glanced downward, to a road somewhat underneath the
ledge upon which he stood; three Naclos cavalrymen were charging
down the street, drunk off the surprising ease at which they were
murdering the nation (and doubtless drunk on some freshly-looted
alcohol at that). They rode swiftly but almost haphazardly, wildly
down the road, almost oblivious of their surroundings.
At
least until they saw the girl.
(no)
Upon seeing
the child (she really couldn't have been older than 6) they spurred
their steeds onward. The child began to run.
(god
no)
Faster the beasts charged forth, their iron-shod
hooves pounding down the road. Faster the girl tried to run, but so
obviously in vain—what chance did such a young girl, apparently
undernourished, running in but a single shoe on the cobbled
road—what chance could she have against their grain-fed, healthy
steeds rushing at her like fate itself?
(god don't let
them find me)
At this particular moment, Chipp's
subconscious undertook to remind him of the particular instance that
had made him into an orphan.
(please oh god they're coming
closer don't let them see me)
It was rather astounding
how quickly the Gears had moved against the city, and how
destructively. Everything, from skyscrapers to humble churches,
destroyed in maybe a day or two.
(don't let them see don't
let them hear don't let them smell me please)
The
scourge, of course, had had no reason to rest, no reason to halt in
their inexorable march through the earth. They followed the will of
Justice, and judgment had been passed. The nations of the earth were
falling, and the works of man were being lain to waste.
(please no don't let them please)
In some
years, the Holy Order would finally rise, pushing down the tide of
destruction that the Gears had brought. They would halt the
unstoppable Justice and seal him away, ending a war that would
ravage Earth for a hundred and one years. But how could a kid--just
a young kid, hiding under the dead bodies of his parents, his face
streaked with their blood--how could such a kid know that the Gears
could be stopped? When he saw the waves of them lurching down the
street, stopping to hurl their magic at the buildings and people who
still dared to stand against them?
(please don't let them
see me please god no DON'T--)
And in that moment, huddled
under the cooling flesh of mother and father, their blood comingling
with his sweat and tears, the thunder of the Gears’ power echoing in
his ears, willing the demons to leave, begging God to make them
disappear, he saw--
--he saw one looking
right at him.
And even totally hidden from its sight
(although he couldn't have known this at the time, either), he could
peer back. He could see the blind, blunt, almost secondhand hatred
in its eyes. Hatred not of itself; hatred granted by the hand of
Justice. And mixed with that, perverse delight that danced impishly,
like the undying flames....
Chipp wouldn't be surprised if
those Naclos bastards were wearing the same look on their faces.
Hating because they were ordered to, taking joy in the hunt, in the
killing, in the rape....
He tucked the cloth holding the
dagger into his belt.
Wait for me, Jun. I’ll win you this
damn war.
Rage draped over him like a cloak.
He
leapt.
***
The fighting having lulled a bit in this
quarter of the city, he three cavalrymen had slowed their mounts,
talking themselves up while they looked for something to (loot,
wreck, steal, destroy, kill... pick your verb).
"Yeah, man,
we trampled this shit!"
"What, this is all the mighty An'ven
have to offer us?"
"If this is what the rest of the war'll be
like, then shee~it, we got this in the bag!"
"Damn, we could
prolly even take down the mighty Mithrik'en ninja at this
rate!"
There was a slight whistle through the air. One of the
men jerked suddenly, stricken.
"Yo Mike, you okay?"
No
response. Well, unless you count the bloody cough that flew from
behind his lips, as he slid off his steed and landed on the
cobblestone road like a sack of potatoes.
At this point, the
two survivors, noting the variety of daggers poking through the
vulnerable spots in Michael's armor, stopped.
Their
mistake.
"What the hell? WHO THE HELL DID THAT?" "It's
gotta be a ninja!" "Shit, I didn't think they'd be here! We're so
fu--"
"alpha brade...."
"...Did
you... hear something? "I don't think I--yeaaaaAAHHH--"
(I
expect you'll excuse him for screaming--I'm betting you would too if
you suddenly saw your friend and fellow soldier's head slide off his
shoulders and into your lap.)
He dismounted in a flash,
drawing his large blade with a shaky hand. He called out to the air,
"Who's there???", his voice even shakier.
“Guess
who…”
The soldier jerked his head to the right, certain he’d
seen something… but no.
“Come on, if you can’t find
me—“ to his right. He jerked his head—nothing.
“—then you
sure aren’t looking hard enough.” Above him—nothing. He jerked his
head in all directions frantically—
a “whoosh” of displaced
air in front of him--
“Surprise.”
All of the color
seemed to drain out of the young man's world. Only red filled his
vision. A red scarf. The red tips of a belt. Red blood dripping off
a blade.
He stumbled backward, his voice
"Great Buddha
A’mighty, lookit yourself... why so shook? After all, you're in the
middle of a war here.”
Who was this man? Who could he be,
appearing like a demon out of hell (or maybe an angel delivering
God’s wrath)? This man who killed his two buds before he could
blink? WHO WAS HE?
“And in war, death is a constant. I'm
betting you really didn't expect to die here, did you?"
The
man fell to his knees, blubbering hysterically. Chipp smirked under
his scarf.
"Yep, just as I expected. You just saw it as a
game--ride up with your boys, cause a little havoc and mayhem, come
home heroes, right?"
Lighting flashed. Chipp took a step
forth. The soldier fell on his ass.
"Well, guess what? I
don't think you're gonna make hero this time, chump. Looks like the
best you can hope for is 'martyr'."
He never saw it
coming. ***
As you may tell from this post, Chipp has been
"on the warpath" for the past several hours. What this means is
that, in the midst of this hell, Chipp has gone rather nuts. In case
I don’t get to post the follow-up, he’ll have cooled down a bit by
the time of the fight with Kashell, but he’s still ready, willing
and able to fight--fully serious at this point, and totally skewed
toward stopping the Naclos advance.
(if you call this a
placeholder post, I won't deny it )
Oh yeah, and Votes are as follows:
A-Votes
to Kashell, Kalten and Setsuna. Chipp R4 Status: Fallen All
votes exhausted. Chipp has a Kunai and a Gold Ring,
both meant for Jun. See you again...
TT
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S-Chicken
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:21
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Martian Successor
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I
don't have teh drive today so I'm just gonna
A-Vote.
SHIZUMARU SETSUNA DORRIN
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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Renmazuo |
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Canto IV + In Medias Res +
Benevolence
The rain was coming down heavily now.
Alma's clothes were soaked, her body drenched as she ran after
Yuffie into one of the places where the magnificent city had been
hardest hit. The buildings there were all rubble, the smell of smoke
and blood heavy in the air. The clearing before her was littered
with stone and debris, and the civilians moved through the rubble,
their gazes flat and shocked and blank. Alma struggled to keep up,
but the rubble, as well as the people, kept her back behind
Yuffie.
She bit her teeth, trying to focus. Numbly she would
ask a passing boy "are you all right" only to receive an
expressionless stare. A concerned touch on a woman's shoulder
received only a recoil, a worried step to a little girl a quicker
walk. Alma walked past them all, making sure each was all right
before moving on. So confusing...I feel like I'm losing my grip
on reality, almost.
"Alma! This way!"
Alma looked
up, spotting Yuffie behind one of the buildings. She nodded, waving
to the ninja girl, and stepped over another piece of rubble-
-stopped. Most of the other citizens were moving quickly,
trying to get out of the debris field as fast as they could. But the
one she saw sitting down in the rubble before her wasn't.
He
was an older man, his gray hair balding and his beard grizzled and
half-matted with blood. His common clothes were torn where cuts and
bruises fell over his flesh, and a ragged gash was torn over his
cheek. He didn't seem to mind. The old man crouched in the rubble,
looking down at what he held in his hand. It was a child's doll,
covered in dust and missing an arm. The old man held it there, his
eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched. He clutched his face and wept
brokenly, squeezing the toy with its dead smile in his
hand.
Alma was quiet as she watched him. She turned her head
up to the clouds, glad the wet honey-blonde shocks of hair hid her
eyes. "Hff...hff..." she panted, her hand tightening until it turned
as white as the staff she held.
Be still. Be
calm. You know what uncontrolled anger leads
to.
I'm seeing uncontrolled foolishness right
now. Alma waved her staff, powering up her chakra with a
quiet "hmm!" It did not dry the tears carving angry rivulets down
her hot cheeks, but it helped calm her a bit, and she felt some more
power stem into her magic supply. She let it pass onto the old man,
then turned, rushing after Yuffie. These men- these 'Naclos' forces-
were going to pay. She was not going to let them leave this city
ignorant of what they had done.
good
girl
Alma, stay your
hand.
Alma frowned, the words coming out like hums in
the back of her mind. She felt some little cold running through her
belly again, from womb to stomach. Perhaps I'm getting
sick...I've been in the rain so long. But others are hurt, possibly
dying...stay there! Mature, Vice, Shizumaru, Vincent, Chipp-
everyone...I'm coming! I'm coming!
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1 A-Vote
to Shang the man Tsung 1 A-Vote to King 1 A-Vote to
Kashell
Getting those last votes out- next post is a
little bit of fighting. ^^ And yeah, I just know you read
that last line wrong. Perverts, all of you! Perverts!
...said
the doujinshi author to the peeping toms, but...
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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The Night Beckons...
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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In this entry....
-Mal'Ganis
[finally] tracks down Kalten. -Sparks fly! ...among other
things.
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The sounds of battle grew ever nearer.
Setsuna had disengaged before Mal'Ganis could drain more than a
pittance of spiritual energy from him; but it was enough to keep him
going. He strode briskly through the city, evading, jumping, gliding
as necessary to dodge the seemingly endless stream of Naclos
soldiers. From behind him now the sounds of battle grew closer, and
the Dreadlord knew that his "allies" and the An'ven were turning the
tide, at least for now.
The Nathrezim finally approached the
wrecked gates of the city, where a battalion of familiar Templar of
guards were posted. All snapped to attention, drawing or, for the
pikemen; raising their weapons, but Mal'Ganis shook his
head.
"I am not here to fight with you. I have an offer for
your leaders." His voice, normally full of menace; was now polite
and even, and the highest-ranking knight, so indicated by a pair of
epillets and cape, and gold engravings on his armor; raised his
visor.
"Who are you? And what do you have to offer us? You're
no An'ven." His tone was commanding and confident; betraying no
sense of doubt despite this newcomer's demonic
appearance.
And Mal'Ganis could respect that in a mortal. "I
am Anetheron the Destroyer. Take me to your commander here." And
mentally, Mal'Ganis commanded, You will obey.
"I will
obey..." the warrior replied dully, before his voice returned to
normal. "Lord Kashell has decided to personally repel the
counterattack and is in the city. Would you like one of us to send a
runner for him?"
The Dreadlord nodded. "Yes. Tell him I will
bring a present for him. And if he is gracious, I will even
gift-wrap it."
The Knight stared. "Ah... what do you mean?
He's not really--"
His eyes flared. Are you so foolish? I
will deliver Kalten of the Wind into his hands.
The
mortal's eyes widened. "...Kalten? Surely you jest.
We've--"
The Dreadlord's visage spoke alone, stating that
Mal'Ganis was deadly serious. "Kalten." he replied, voice low. "I
will need as many warriors as you can spare."
The knight
glanced around, then nodded. "Very well. Fifty men. Anetheron, you
had best not be--"
If I thought so little of you as to lie
to you, you would be dead now. If I can speak directly into your
mind, what more do you suppose I could do with it?
The
human paled. "I understand. Kristoff! Erich! Take your units and
follow Anetheron! Do not return unless you bring Kalten the An'ven
back-- gift-wrapped!"
---
Mal'Ganis led the Naclos
soldiers unerringly to where he knew Kalten to be. The An'ven was
fast, almost impossibly so; but no mortal was faster than a demon's
thought; and once locked-on, psychic resistance alone could save
oneself. Resisting was futile.
"Anetheron" led the way,
having ordered the Naclos to stay back. His keen eyes found Kalten
perhaps a hundred yards from the gates, his back to Mal'Ganis, bow
already nocked. The demon could ascertain from the stormclouds so
low to the ground that the Lord had been busy, and no doubt there
were piles of Naclos dead whenever a few were so bold as to make
sweeps for him, or to call in any more
reinforcements.
...he is here, Mal'Ganis whispered to
the human Captain, Erich. Split your group into two semicircles,
each coming around the sides. I will cover the alternate
approaches.
Wordlessly-- the Dreadlord had demanded
complete silence, lest Kalten hear them-- the soldiers obeyed,
slowly fanning out, as quietly as possible, down the hill around
Kalten. Mal'Ganis's sharp eyes could see him fidget nervously,
preparing another arrow; and he kept turning his head this way and
that, listening.
A tense minute passed, and finally Mal'Ganis
rose, striding down the hill he had hidden behind toward Kalten. The
Archer noticed him instantly, spinning around, arrow pointed toward
the demon. He paused, possibly relaxing; but his muscles in his arms
were so tight simply releasing the bowstring would sent the arrow
straight toward the offending Nathrezim.
"What the hell do
you want?" Kalten demanded. "I-- stay back." he snarled, as
Mal'Ganis had taken a step closer to him. "You have five seconds to
explain yourself, then I'm going to see just how lucky you
are."
The demon's eyes narrowed. I am just a few meters
too far to directly enter his mind to put him to Sleep... and I
could barely reach him with a Swarm. However--
"Three."
Kalten stated icily; continuing his countdown.
"Jun sent me
to look for you." Mal'Ganis stated, which was in fact true. "She was
worried that you might need some assistance, when you had run off on
your own."
Kalten did relax then-- perhaps a millimeter.
"That's nice of her. But I'm fine, and I don't like you. So just
turn around and--" his eyes narrowed. "...were you
followed?"
The game is up. Mal'Ganis raised both his
hands, a sinister green light beginning to ripple in between
them.
Kalten drew back his bowstring. "B------!" he
swore, aiming. "Of all the--"
Now! Mal'Ganis yelled
psychically, mentally completing the last few words of the
Infernal's incantation.
Everything happened at once. Kalten
released the first arrow, drawing another and fitting it with
blinding speed. Mal'Ganis, who had been tapping Kalten's thoughts,
barely managed to evade in time... in fact, the shockwave of
screaming vacuum from the missile's trail nearly bowled him over.
The Naclos soldiers yelled their warcry-- "Deus le wult! God
wills it!"-- and stampeded up the hill, surrounding Kalten to both
left and right.
The Infernal shot downward, blasting through
layer after layer of black stormclouds, impacting where Kalten
had been... the mortal had done the impossible; he had
actually dodged the impact of the hellspawned
meteor....
...no, hah, no he hadn't. So close, though, so
close....
The stone smashed mere feet from Kalten, the
concussion still knocking him to the ground. In seconds it reformed
to the familiar, hideous form of the fiery golem... but in those
seconds Kalten had stood back up, drew another arrow, and slew two
of the approaching Naclos with the same shot.
"Give it up,
Kalten!" Mal'Ganis shouted, hands glowing with green energy as he
prepared another spell. "There is nowhere for you to
run!"
The Wind Archer snorted in reply and shot backward with
blinding speed-- but even as his legs began to blur the Infernal,
which had formed behind him, sealing off the North, lowered its
massive palm, and Kalten collided with it with a sickening smack,
and fell face-forward to the ground.
He rose once more,
however, spinning around with such speed the Infernal's flames on
his back were snuffed out. "How..." he panted, "...the hell
did it do that?!"
Mal'Ganis only shook his head. "Infernals
are completely immune to magic, and illusions. Your link with Seiryu
gives you remarkable powers over wind, as does your 'aura'... but
none of that matters to an automaton like this. Infernals are made
of even tougher stuff than you are, 'Lord' Kalten."
The
Archer this time leapt straight up, covering a remarkable distance,
and fired another pair of shots at Mal'Ganis... but again the
Dreadlord saw them coming with his mind's eye, and barely-- less
than an inch each time-- tore himself out of the way.
Then
the Naclos were upon him. Mal'Ganis, refusing to risk another shot,
was finally close enough. With one wave of his hand Kalten staggered
to his knees, fighting off the psychic Sleep the Dreadlord
had suddenly induced. Before he had even hit the ground the Naclos
and the Infernal were on him, pounding away, battering the
unconscious legend with their boots, staves, and the blunt ends of
their spears and warhammers.
Mal'Ganis slowly circled around
the grisly sight, nodding, as warrior after warrior sought revenge
for the casualties Kalten had inflicted. The Infernal had reached
him now, and relentlessly pounded away at the An'ven, stomping him
strength enough to split stone; but Kalten, to Mal'Ganis's
incredulity, got up once more, tossing aside with a stunning burst
of strength a half-dozen soldiers to his right. He fit one last
arrow to his bow, drawing it back with speed only he could; electric
energy from his Aura crackling all around him.
"M...mal...
why...?" Kalten asked as he fell, eyes slowly closing from the wound
Kristoff had dealt with his warhammer, smashing into the back of the
great man's head.
"I believe," the Dreadlord replied coldly,
"...that you know why."
"Take him!" commanded Erich, and the
knights obeyed, binding Kalten firmly with ropes. Mal'Ganis,
sneering, conjuring a light-blue ribbon and wove it into the
entangling bonds.
And one last thing... Mal'Ganis
thought to himself, putting his hands to Kalten's swollen face. With
a flick of a psychic scalpel he removed Kalten's recollection of
just what had happened... he would only remember being surrounded by
the zealous, merciless faces of his religious enemies.
And
a zealot is the most dangerous type of warrior, the Nathrezim
mused as the Naclos carried their prize away. They will do
whatever they wish... and it will always be
'right.'
"Anetheron the Destroyer" took his leave of the
Templar, heading back into the city... to deliver the 'horrible
news' to Lady Jun.
---
The anti-regicide police
strike! Sponsors who voted all three Lords get voted on in return.
If you didn't vote Jun you get a pass. Whee!
A-vote to
Captain Falcon. (Ouch. :/) A-vote to Kalten. (Big ouch.
)
A-vote to Sol Badguy. A-vote to
Amethyst. A-vote to Yuri. A-vote to Maya.
In a
sense it's "nothing personal" since I just voted the six (including
Setsuna and Ky from earlier) in order who evidently confused SX with
some Age of Kings Regicide game. :P Of course, in a sense it
is personal 'cause I'm kinda on a crusade here, and I'd be
lying if I tried to vote 'randomly.'
That is all. ...except,
of course, for Kyo; who is the final arbiter of this post and is
free to demand I edit things herein that he may not like. Of course.

"As you can see, your people are now mine. I
will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of
Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:24
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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A vote
dump, because I suck so badly at writing...
1 A-Vote
against Opera 1 A-Vote against Hulk 1 A-Vote against
Testament 1 A-Vote against Setsuna (Revenge, best
served cold...)
1 A-Vote against Daisetsu 1 A-Vote
against Kalten 1 A-Vote against Jun (Defend Dorrin!
HAHHH!)
1 A-Vote against King (Purely
strategic, no hard feelings...)
Mint - 8
A-Votes Battling Under The Lord
Dorrin
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
#1
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Voting
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CarlyCheeese |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:36
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Hisame Shizumaru - 4:2
Pain.
Pain
beyond anything that he could've possibly
imagined.
Shizumaru's body immediately seized up, and he
screamed out in the agony that had consumed his body from within.
Every single cell was on fire, his thoughts were aflame, his blood
was boiling - and he was completely overtaken by the torture. His
eyes had rolled back into his head, seized by tears of hurt, and his
shrieks continued to ring out. Unlike when he had been captured by
the demonic Mitochondria Eve - there was no one waiting on the other
side to rescue him. No Mint, Alma, Rimururu, Haohmaru, Ukyo -
M-m-masaka!!! He cried out in his mind. This
cannot be happening - !!
"And yet, it is," Shang Tsung
laughed wickedly. "Do not fear this pain - it is only yourself that
awakes! Resistance... is futile!"
The only response Shizumaru
was able to give was a piercing scream.
I - I mustn't give
in, I - I can't - iie!!
He fell to the ground, sobbing
pitifully. Shang Tsung laughed to himself once again, looking down
at the young man, who's entire body was quaking before his feet.
"Didn't I already tell you that you shouldn't resist? It will be
much, much less painful - and this looks like it particularly hurts!
If you do not want this pain - then I suggest you simply give
up!"
His hand outstretched forward once more, and he clenched
his fingers into a tight fist. He smiled at the effect it had on the
young man before him; another heart-wrenching cry, and his body
looked as if it was having a deadly seizure. Still, though, nothing
in particular seemed to be happening - on the exterior, anyway. The
sorceror could only laugh at the thought of what could've been going
on in Shizumaru's mind at the moment. Smirking, he gave a little
flick of the wrist, and was pleased to see Shizumaru shriek and drop
to all fours; his body convulsing madly. "Are you still trying to
resist?
Of course I am - I cannot let the demon
awaken!!
If so, then I can only say your attempts are
wildly in vain..."
Shang Tsung let his hand drop, offering
the young man a small window of relief - and it amused him to see
Shizumaru grasp it so hastily.
"Onegai nasai!!
Please, I beg of you - hanaseru!!" Shizumaru sobbed. "This -
please don't do this to me!" He hung his head, and his body shook
again from the tears and the aftershock of the pain. "I can't take
it anymore; yamete..." he moaned pitifully.
"You want
me to *stop*?" Shang Tsung raised his eyebrows sarcastically. "Boy,
you are denying the very fiber of your existence. This is your
preordained fate, and I feel rather honored that I get to be the one
to birth and witness such an event..." he laughed to himself softly.
"You deny yourself..." Again, Shang Tsung held out his hand, palm up
- and he curled his forefinger, as if beckoning an animal to him.
Shizumaru gasped and collapsed, having felt some sort of invisible
tug on his neck.
Groaning, he struggled to hold himself up
with his hands, but his stomach retched, and he ended up coughing up
blood and vomit at the same time. If he hadn't felt sick before,
then now he would've been doubly so, feeling incredibly weak and
helpless. He could not stagnate the rush of tears that fell from his
eyes - but compared to the suffering his body was going through, he
could've cared less - in fact, it seemed almost a minor miracle that
he was still able to cry.
"... masaka," his voice
shuddered.
Shang Tsung said nothing for a moment, but then
lifted up his hand once more -
"DAME YO!!" Shizumaru
screamed out. "I beg you, don't - don't do this to me!!" Even
with his entire body feeling as if it had been set on fire, the
young man lifted up his head to look at the sorceror with pleading
eyes, wet and shining, only to writhe in pain once more on the
ground, caused by the mere twitch of a finger.
"I told you,
boy," Shang Tsung smirked, "you only deny yourself..."
A
smile lit up the sorceror's face, and Shizumaru felt a sickening
feeling in his stomach again; that of foreboding. He bit his lip,
and looked at Shang Tsung, pleading with his eyes to stop the pain,
the agony, if only for one moment more...
The sorceror lifted
up his outstretched palm directly at Shizumaru's face, and he stared
at it with a gaze of fascination and sickening horror. The crash of
the waves of fear enveloped him once again, and he backed up against
the wall, begging for somebody to save him, anybody - but nobody was
going to come, not with all of the fighting going on...
All
he could do was sit hopelessly in anticipation of what was due to
come.
Shang Tsung's face lit up with another smile and a
chuckle, and he looked down at Shizumaru, maliciously. "Now, then -
do not resist temptation! Give into the demon that lives within your
being and give yourself the life you have never known!!"
The
sorceror's hand clenched slowly, and Shizumaru felt absolutely sick
at what he looked down to see.
The glow he had seen inside
his chest at San'tor was now consuming his whole body, giving him an
eerily blue glow - but wherever his skin lit up, it doubly so gave
him the feeling that he was on fire. He screamed under the pain, but
it only seemed to further the ambitions of Shang Tsung, who's grin
seemed nearly manaiacal.
"So it begins, boy. Your pain shall
be over soon, we hope," he smiled, and twisted his wrist quickly.
Shizumaru nearly fainted from the pain - his head felt like
it had just been torn apart, and his vision was suddenly red with
blood. Horrified, he lifted one of his glowing hands to his head,
and seized up at what he felt - horns. And his ears had
become elongated, and pointed - which resulted in the skin breaking
and bleeding there, as well.
Quickly, he dabbed at the skin
around the horns, and screamed in horror at the sheer amount of
blood that dripped off them. He started to feel light-headed and
dizzy even moreso - and the fear returned when he saw the color of
his own hair - once a luscious, blood-red, it was now stark
white.
Shang Tsung twisted his wrist again, sending
Shizumaru's body into another blast of pain, and he shrieked,
feeling his body convulse horribly. He looked at his hands; the
nails had shot out to nearly an inch in length, akin to claws - and
his skin was a sickly pale yellow, instead of the fair ivory.
Suddenly, his cheeks and arms began to flash with intense, searing
pain - the skin was blackening all on its own into stripes.
"... yamete..." Shizumaru croaked out, feebly; his
throat gurgling with blood and vomit once again.
Shang Tsung
said nothing, merely twisted his wrist again.
At first,
Shizumaru felt no new burst of pain, just a general soreness all
over his body. Then - he felt something tugging on his back
strongly, as if it was trying to pull something out of him. He could
barely bring his thoughts together, much less think, but he
tried to remember the details of the demon that had so long haunted
his dreams - what could possibly have been next?
He gasped in
horror, and quickly slid his arms out of his tunic, leaving his back
completely bare - for he could feel what was going to happen next.
The skin on his shoulder blades had not been being tugged at -
rather, the skin was being pushed up from the inside...
In a
matter of seconds, raw bone burst through the skin, gradually
unfolding into a wingspan with pure white feathers - except, of
course, the feathers were stained with blood. Shizumaru's eyes
rolled back in his head, and his body started to shake violently
again under the control of Tsung. The sorceror seemed content with
his work, and with a smile, he snapped his fingers, proclaiming his
job done.
With another cough of bloody vomit, Shizumaru's
body collapsed. For a few moments, it twitched. But after that, no
more movement was seen from the body, covered in blood and vomit.
The glow from his skin faded away, and all that was left was an idle
feather, blowing away.
Shang Tsung had succeeded.
The
demon of Hisame Shizumaru had awaken.
--
http://www.geocities.com/carlycheeese/ameki.jpeg
Check
it out. The one on the right is Shizumaru's demon,
Ameki.
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:37
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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Bye
bye me. 
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:43
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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The
explosions and yells from the quarter of the city Amethyst had
noticed before continued.
That's not right... Things
should have settled down there by now. The offensive on the rest of
the city seems to have died down a little, though.
He
turned to Maya. "I'm worried about the people fighting over there.
There seems to be a lot going on." Creating an interesting
punctuation to his statement, a building collapsed, spreading a
cloud of dust and debris.
Maya frowned, and Amethyst
reflected it seemed to be quite an alien expression for her.
"Yeah... but we couldn't make it there very fast..."
At that,
Amethyst smiled. "Maya, we could get there instantly." He
closed his eyes for a moment...
"What? It's not
gonna..."
GATE
"...hurt... is...
it?"
"Nah, just tickle a little." They stood in the middle of
a small cleared area, dust filling the air. Flashes and screams
burst from the cloud off to their left, and Amethyst shook out the
sleeves of his robes. "Cover me."
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Exeter |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:43
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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~It's
Late~ Sol Badguy--Album 4, Track 4
There
was darkness.
And...a light?
Slowly, he reached out to
it.
Frederick gasped as though he'd been holding his
breath for minutes as he came to, the lights of the laboratory
piercing his sight painfully as he looked furiously around the room,
his memory failing him as he desperately sought a familiar face,
anything...
"Frederick! Snap out of it!"
The voice was
distant, alien...
A pair of hands secured themselves around
his shoulders as his body convulsed, and...
Infernoflameburning
He felt like his
entire being had ignited. Faintly, he heard another voice cry
out.
"Guards! We have to restrain him!"
Not really
aware of his own existence, Frederick pushed away the hands forcing
him down and stood. His vision was blurred, his balance distorted,
but he knew one thing.
He had to get away.
An arm
grabbed him from behind, and the next thing he knew, he'd spun
around and lashed out--
The smell of burned flesh filled the
air.
"Frederick, what have you done?"
At his feet lay
the still form of Lydia Robertson, assistant technician to the Gear
Project.
Memory flooded back, and with it awareness of what
he'd done.
The room filled with armed men
immediately.
"So...it seems the Project was more successful
than we could have hoped," a man said from behind him.
He
whirled around and--
Sol frowned.
I keep
thinking I've run out of cigs, and then *presto*, there's another
one. This trip ain't so bad after all.
Inhaling deeply,
Sol glanced back at Rydia as she cocked her head, listening to the
fighting in the distance. She gasped a little as a particularly loud
scream sounded above the clash of metal, then
frowned.
Noticing Sol's glance, she said, "Battles...they're
just...."
The bounty hunter cracked a smile. "Yeah. That they
are."
Smiling a little, Rydia hurried her pace until she
strode side-by-side with her new guardian.
They walked in
silence for a time, and Sol's mind wandered.
Why the
hell'd I tell Kiske all that, anyway? Must be getting soft in my old
age.
Taking another puff of his smoke, Sol said, "So,
kid, having fun on this little vacation?"
Rydia seemed a bit
offended at the question. "I'm sorry? You think this
is--"
Sol shook his head. "Sorry, just trying to lighten the
mood. Seems we're stuck here, so..."
The girl nodded
reluctantly. "You're right, sorry."
Silence.
Then:
"Sol...you're not used to helping people, are
you?"
The bounty hunter was unable to hide his wince at the
girl's words.
"...No, I guess not."
Rydia
smiled.
"You're not too bad at it, you know."
Heh,
that and a dime...
Sol cracked his knuckles and spat the
cigarette out, squashing the butt with his bootheel.
"So,
summoner, you feel like getting back in there and busting some
heads? Our guys might still need some...help."
Rydia nodded,
and the two turned back toward the battle.
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Velious |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:44
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Mukki
Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Wherever there
are hot and sweaty men...
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Well,
I'm tired, and have no real will to actually
post...so...
A-Vote to Shang Tsung
Hast thou lain
the Jabberwonk?
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The
Damned |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 10:59
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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Damnit. Post coming in just a few
minutes.
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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Renmazuo |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 11:02
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
Airships
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Canto IV + In Medias Res + Holy
Angels
"Huh! I come expecting to snuff a candle, but
I get a bonfire...very nice."
Kashell's double scimitars
crossed again as he faced his opponents, and many of them there
were. The scythe-wielder, the blonde fistfighter, the taloned dark
man, and the ninja with the blade. Strong fighters they were-
perhaps even his double-scimitar style was being pushed beyond the
basics. Skilled as they were, though, they'd be dying all the
same.
"I see Daisetsu and his rabble know their players
well," Kashell said, stepping slowly to his opponents. "But this is
as far as you go. I open the Six Wings..." He struck his scimitars
against the ground, white light surging up at their tips. He swung
them forth against the ground, the energy welling up, and then he
performed a perfect cross-slash. The ground ripped up as twin blades
of white energy rocketed from the ground, joining in a wide helix
midair and pulsing with holy power. They came forward, directed at
Testament, Chipp, and King and Yuri-
He stopped, suddenly,
and weaved down low as a shuriken whirred over his head. When he
lifted his head up, the shuriken was flying back to its owner- a
langly female ninja who'd charged from behind. But his attention was
more reserved for the unmistakable light wrapping around the
gathered warriors. His helix slammed upon the energy wall suddenly
appearing before them, a great flash blinding him momentarily, and
only then did the echo reach his ears.
"Per animam meam,
dira te rectus volutare!"
Holy magic! A
mage...
"Enough!" He heard her voice shout again, and
between the ninja and the one called Yuri, he saw a little teenage
girl stumble forward. Her white staff was alight with the same
energy he'd seen before, her amethyst sparkling with the Holy magic.
He would have grinned if he weren't so taken by her appearance. She
was obviously beautiful, and her damp clothes only raised his brows
higher. Distraction- a key to victory.
"I will not allow this
anymore!" the mage said, lifting up her staff. "This war is
senseless- the pain is senseless! Why do you do this?"
His
distaste suddenly grew. Kashell sighed- anyone stupid enough to ask
those maddening, cliche questions didn't belong on the battlefield.
Still, the mage had spirit- he'd give her that, before his blades
claimed her life.
The scythe-man- Testament- rocketed
forward, and Kashell knew he was one of those protected under a Holy
spell. Kashell turned to him, but the two ninjas- Chipp and the
other one, the female- came from the other side. And the two
fistfighters coming from the front...
The mage is in the
back, clearly.
"Holy magic against Holy magic, then!"
Kashell twirled his scimitars like pistols, then crossed them in an
X. "The ire of the crimson queen of death- Threefold Crimson Gale!"
"Nightmare Circular!"
"Stay back, Alma-san! Alpha
Brade!"
"Bolt3!"
The skills of Testament, Chipp, and
the female ninja struck him first, and hard. Kashell's movement only
slightly decreased as the flaming skull, the bolt of lightning, and
the cold hiss of a blade cut into his body. He stumbled down as the
vile liquid coarsed with lightning and blood over his back- and then
grinned. Before Yuri and King could reach him, he fell into a blur,
his scimitars carving the ground again. There was nothing to stop
him from reaching the white mage- Alma- before him. Kashell
fell into his wide sweeping slice, a tornadic missile rocketing with
the clangs of twin blades as his body lifted from the ground in a
perfect imitation of his Helix spell. He shot towards Alma's heart,
a Nightmare Circular again carving its way behind
him-
"Unda temporis, pone me in tua
flumen!"
Haste. The time spell swarmed over Alma, binding
to her already drenched body. Kashell growled as she swayed to the
side, her mantle only aiding her sudden speed. But he had an ace up
his sleeve left- he suddenly swung his legs forward, stopping the
technique for a moment. He hovered in midair, but now he was lined
with her, and he pinned one scimitar against the ground-
-and
carved an angry cut over her side with his other one.
"Aaah!"
Alma screamed, and not even the burning pain of the Nightmare
Circular could quell the pleasure from that sound. Kashell stumbled
again, his flesh burning with the delicious pain of Testament's
skill, and he brought up his blades again. He whipped forward to the
stumbling Alma, curving one blade for an over-the-shoulder stab as
his other snaked under his other arm in a body-check stab. Both
blades swung towards her exposed, cut stomach, singing a death
song-
venite magna
fulmina
Kashell's eyes went wide. A
voice-
"NNNGHH!!!"
Kashell went flying back,
suddenly, as a torrent of lightning slammed into him from
behind, killing his momentum and sending him skidding across the
floor. He pinned his scimitars to the ground, coughing as the
lightning surged over his body. He landed on his knees, but turned
quickly, eager to find what that voice was, and how he hadn't been
able to sense it.
Instead, he saw one little white mage,
staring at her hands in shock.
"I...n-no," Alma breathed,
gazing in horror at hands that were soaked in blood- in the blood of
her wound- in her blood. "You...you said you'd go
away..."
Kashell narrowed his eyes, coughing saliva with a
bit of red in it. Go away? Is she delirious?
Alma
dropped her staff, her fingers coursing with the dark blue lightning
that likewise had washed over Kashell's body. The mage hugged them
to her stomach, shivering as though cold, and stared blankly at the
ground before her. "No...no, please...it can't be..."
She was
still like that, muttering in horror, when Testament, King, Yuri,
Yuffie, and Chipp fell into battle again with
Kashell.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Damned |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 11:16
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
not.
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Needless to say, this was greatly rushed:
King Chapter 4: Death's Eterne Patience Section
2
Soulis'en, Fallen Capital of
Wind
King had difficult time following K’
through the stony streets of Soulis’en as half of her time was spent
dodging arrows – whether whole or fragmented - that K’’s artificial
Kusanagi aura did not wholly incinerate. And almost all of the other
half of was spent barreling through heavy-armored knights, not
caring whether any or all of the techniques they used were lethal or
not. The pair blurred down the street, both ignoring the lightening
storm in the night sky – courtesy of Storm, no doubt – that
had yet yield any rain, though the Naclos archers more than made up
for that. As King thought where Storm was, especially since this
storm had lasted practically ever since they arrived, King’s
thoughts were interrupted by a cry above them, echoing downwards in
a familiar voice.
“By the Bright Lady!”
K’’s hand
stopped erupting in the flames of Kusanagi just long for both of
them to see the weatherwitch plummeting towards them, her strange
uniform full of holes and tears that had doubtless been caused by
arrows. Reacting quickly, King bounded of the wall of yet another of
Soulis’en many skyscraping, but this time, she targeted her
pseudo-attack upwards, toward Storm’s body.
Have to make
this count. King thought as she leapt towards Storm, who was
seemed perfectly calm and had not uttered a word beyond that initial
phrase; King’s bound took her right under Storm.
“I have y--”
King began, just before blown away by one of Storm’s rouge winds.
She spiraled downwards as Storm effortlessly righted herself
mid-air.
“Ahh!!!” King screamed as she fell back towards the
ground, gravity’s manacles reminding her that she did not have the
luxury of flight as Storm; Storm looked finally realized as King, a
look of anxiety washing over her face as she swooped to save King.
“By the Goddess!” Storm uttered, barely catching King before
she became as smear on the cobblestone. “Sorry about
that!”
“No problem,” King said half-heartedly, the paleness
slowly exiting her face.
As Storm flew back up into the air,
flying like a speeding bullet on a gale winds, while carrying King
in her arms and managing to call down what King could only
assume to be, being no meteorologist, ball lightening, a sudden
thought overtook King.
Where’s K’? ***
Meanwhile…
“Heat Drive!”
The yell barely preceded the blinding body of the man behind
it, the pure explosive and searing force in his hands rushing forth
as he barreled through another unlucky Naclos squad, this one devoid
of archers. He turned around, looking down at the smoldering bodies
of the armored forced littering the cobblestone road, admiring his
handy work. And though he can’t immediately distinguish whether the
blow caused anything fatal, it would not be realistic to doubt that
the burning white attack failed to cook at least one man within his
metal prison.
“Lazy bums,” K’ sardonically chided to himself
as sudden sense of pleasure overwhelmed him. He put his hands his
pockets leisurely as he twirled around to trot off and instead…
turned to stare in the end of a scimitar pointed directly at his
face.
“So you’re one of the pests that have been buzzing
around our forces ears all day?” Kashell asked
rhetorically.
“And if I am?” K’ in turn inquired, though he
himself was disinterested.
“Then you die,” Kashell coldly
answered before blur from sight.
*** Moments before…
Where could
he be?
King was still looking high and low – well, only
low in actuality – as Storm still cradled King in her arms, both
soaring high above the decimated city of Soulis’en, the former
equally decimating Naclos forces with random lightening strikes and
typhoons. King had been looking for K’ for what felt like hours,
probably from the nausea of flying, but again in actuality
had only been a few minutes.
“Aha!” She cried out, spotting
the black-clad figure with white hair.
“Found him, King?”
Storm asked without looking down.
“I think so, set us dow—”
King paused as she watched the figure smacked through a building by
an invisible assailant. “Storm quickly!”
Complying, Storm
quickly descended to the ground, King breaking free of her embrace
halfway down. She hit the cobblestone with a thud, though her ki
absorbed a bunch of the impact. She saw K’’s limp body lying still
in the hole that it had made in the side of the brick and concrete
building.
“K’!” She could not help but cry his name out,
fearing he might be…
“So that was this despicable creature’s
name?” The sinister voice comes behind her, making her skin crawl.
She turns around to see Kashell, his blue hair flapping furiously in
the wind of the weatherwitch, just a Storm lands behind her. “Why,
that’s even more moronic than his attempts to fend me
off.”
“You!” King shouts, enraged once again. “You did
this?!”
No reply comes from Kashell.
"Storm! Wind
assistance!" King yelled as she ran towards Kashell. The
weatherwitch complied, a fierce wind began blowing, pushing King
even faster across the cobblestone streets.
His twin-scimtars
glimmered as he murmured, "Pitiful wretch." He continued idly
watching King's charge, seemingly motionless, until he blurred.
"What?!" King was answered by the slash across her chest,
revealing her bra. She slumped over, still being pushed forward by
Storm's winds as Kashell's voice emanated from behind
her.
"Or perhaps I should say 'wench'?" His rhetorical
question drenched in smugginess.
Seeing red, King gathered a
sizable amount of ki, before lashing out backwards with her right
arm… only for it to be caught effortlessly by Kashell’s left
hand.
“Poor creature, I can see you are much pain,” he pauses
to rise his weapon. “Most of which will be caused by me!” As his
weapon his courses downward for King’s skull, it barely stops short
as he struck in the back by one of Storm’s lightening balls. He
flung forward, releasing King from his grip, but land on his feet
after flipping mid-air, landing seemingly unfazed.
“Why did I
bother wasting my time with such foolish children?” He taunts before
disappearing another blur.
“Bastard! Coward!” King’s attempts
to provoke him to get to reappear, but he does not. Realizing her
failure through her blind hate, she and Storm walk over to K’’s
bloody, unconscious form.
If the good
die young, then I'm effectively immortal.
Hyperion: "Stop the
asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your
head."
Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the
inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat
me." Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles
heel!" Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel.
I cannot be stopped."
Opposite attract only because
men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.
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San_Draco |
Posted: 04-24-2003 , 11:34
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung garners power...
Shang
Tsung laughed, and motioned to the new demon. "Come with me. It is
time to gain true power... the firstborn of battle..."
With
this, Shang Tsung walked down the empty streets, finding a
yet-standing tower. It was white, apparently of marble, and it
seemed to stretch to the sky...
The sorcerer entered the
tower, and made his way up the long flights of stairs. Around and
around the staircase went, and never once did Shang Tsung look
back.
Finally, the stairs led him to the pinnacle of the
tower, where the entire town could be seen... what was left of it.
Smoke and fire rose from the numerous destroyed buildings, and the
sky was littered with numerous flights of arrows.
But the
most important part was that unseen to the normal eye. The skies
were stained a sickly, greenish glow, thick with the souls of the
fallen. Shang Tsung laughed, and laughed again. "This is it... This
is the power I have sought after during all of this
tournament!"
Suddenly, a clanking sound echoed through the
tower, and the skeleton of Li Mei stumbled in. Its armor was riddled
with holes and pocked with small craters, and the glow of its eyes
had dimmed greatly. But it still offered the exaggerated bow that it
always did, even though its leg was badly damaged.
But Shang
Tsung ignored it, and opened his hand to the sky of souls. "Come to
me... Be consumed, and make me stronger. Give me the strength of
ages! The power that you have wasted in life, relinquish to me in
death."
The nearest souls began approaching him, and he
consumed them greedily. Then the next ones, and the ones after that.
Then the ones after that. Soon, most of the souls were bending their
courses to the sorcerer, and he steadily grew stronger, feeding
himself on the invisible stream of
strength... ---
[OOC]Yeah, I just have to have an
explanation handy for increased strength, and what better than the
souls of an entire battlefield? Anyway, I need to be going to bed
now, so I'll see you all tomorrow!
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Posted: 04-24-2003 , 11:38
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
#1
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(Yes,
all Lords were KO'ed this round, and damage is doubled. I'm not
going to show either of those effects, however. Why? Because it
doesn't matter! Nasty trick, isn't it? )
Master List
Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (147 EXP -
Level 2)
Sponsors |||||||||||||Bowling Pin - The
Hulk(Marvel Super Heroes)(24)+5 xDry31 - Testament(Guilty
Gear)(19)+8 |||Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow
Hearts)(25)+8 |||Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty
Gear)(26)+8 ||||||||||||Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi
2)(18)+8
Sidekicks m121akuma - Dan Hibiki(Street
Fighter Alpha) Ryudo - Ryudo(Grandia II) Anoat -
Scorpion(Mortal Kombat)
Fallen colguile - Allen
Sanyder (Street Fighter EX) Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The
King of Fighters)(26) ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy
IV)(15)
Kalten --- The Blue
Dragon (129 EXP - Level 2)
Sponsors ||||||Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The
Second Story)(9)+8 ||Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty
Gear)(28)+8 ||||San Draco - Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's
skeleton(Mortal Kombat)(35)+8 |||||||||||||||||||||Just Some Guy
- Captain Falcon(Super Smash
Bros.)(11)
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street
Fighter) Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash
Bros.)
Fallen Curley W - Jason Soe w/
Vader(9) Zen Master - Kyosuke(Rival Schools) Daisuke7777 -
K'(The King of Fighters)(16) S-Chicken Boner - Adol
Christian(Y's)(12)
Jun --- The Green
Dragon (104 EXP - Level
2)
Sponsors ||||||||The Damned - King(The King of
Fighters)(25)+8 |Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft
III)(22)+8
Sidekicks Psycho Power
J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram
Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Fallen Nif -
Kite(.hack//infection)(1) Simplistic Hero -
Kuma(Tekken) Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)(14) Thirdtwin
- Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)(33) Kellios - Vincent
Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)(4) eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of
the Atom)(20)
Dorrin --- The White
Tiger (125 EXP - Level
2)
Sponsors |||||||Amethyst -
Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa Frontier)(11)+5 ||Renmazuo - Alma
Beoulve(Final Fantasy Tactics)(30)+8 ||CarlyCheeese - Hisame
Shizumaru(Samurai Shodown)(23)+8 ||||||||MageusBlack - Maya
Amano(Persona)(23)+8 ||Krizak - Mint(Threads of
Fate)(26)+8
Fallen pirate360 - AirMan(Rockman: The
Power Battles) Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men V.S. Street
Fighter) Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The Wind
Waker)(17)
I'm sure many of you noticed that Dry has an
R-Vote!!! How can that be? Well, he was the first to answer my
trivia questions correctly. Answers were:
1. Light. 2.
Chimera, Human in Hyper form with Beast Form's moves added. 3. A
giant axe.
Being first, Dry got 4 R-Votes. Carly was second,
so she got 2. There was no 3rd place.
Captain Falcon, Maya,
King, Setsuna, Bruce Banner, and Amethyst all fought like champions,
but the toll of war was too much for them. Although fallen,
they will continue to be integral to the final Survivor
chosen...
Since tomorrow is the first day where I am finally
able to stay at home, this round's storyline will end tomorrow
morning. I do have a story post lined up for tonight, however, so
look out.
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The
battle raged on. It was clear that Kashell wasn't really going all
out; judging from the man's air of confidence, he wasn't even
trying. And there was something else...just as around the Lords, he
could sense a strange aura of some strange power, this man too
seemed to have some awesome power that he was holding back. Yes, it
was clear that this man was playing with them, testing them...it was
equally clear that he was playing for keeps. Again and again he
summoned Nightmare Circular, but the man blocked both the toxic and
psionic components of the wave with seemingly no effort. Neither
Gravedigger, Nightmare Circular, nor Phantom Soul seemed to be able
to touch the man, and not even the power of the Shadow Mode seemed
to be helping. Testament snarled, lunging forward once more with a
fast horizontal scythe slash. The man Kashell smiles arrogantly,
flicking his left hand scimitar up into a blocking position almost
too fast for the eye to follow...but Testament was ready. A spiral
circle of reddish light emanated from him, and suddenly, his stance
shifted ever so slightly...
"GRAVEDIGGER!"
Testament's
horizontal slash suddenly shifted, becoming his trademark vertical
circular slash with a bloody wave trailing behind the scythe blade.
Kashell's eyes widen, as he starts to shift his scimitar again; but
it's not quite fast enough. The blade doesn't QUITE absorb the force
of the Gravedigger...a rather ugly looking cut is left on Kashell's
left forearm. Testament's feet touch the ground for an
instant...
"...that hurt. Go away."
The man slashes,
and from his blades emanates a wave of light. It smashes into
Testament, sending the Gear flying...he hit the ground a short
distance away, coming to his feet a few seconds later. And then he
turned his attention to the girl.
"Ah, what's this? It would
seem the lovely young cleric's mind has snapped. Hm...so
sad."
He shifted stances slightly...and for Testament,
everything seemed to slow down. He saw the blades starting to move,
oh so slowly, in a pair of shining arcs that looked as though they
might end the girl's life. Suddenly, the scene seemed to shift. It
wasn't the girl he had seen earlier that was sitting there, sobbing
to herself; in his mind, it was
Dizzy.
No...NO...
He couldn't get there in
time...he knew that. He also knew that he had to.
I
won't let you HURT HER!!
And then he moved. He didn't
THINK...he just moved, as though his body was moving independently;
his mind was focused only on protecting her. And somehow, he made
it. He wasn't conscious of the golden light that was shining from
his eyes, his body; he was only aware that he had done it. The
attack hit Testament's scythe, bouncing off...Kashell paused,
looking puzzled, and stepped
back.
"Hm...interesting."
Testament spoke, his voice
even more distorted than usual.
"Someone...get her out of
here!"
"Ah, how noble. Playing the
protector..."
Testament's only response was to rush forward,
trying to drive the man with the scimitars away from the
girl...
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Basic Lurker
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In which Santa get's what's coming to
him.
"Gaaaaargh!" Jason screamed as he was knocked away by
another blast. The Barrier formula was the only thing keeping him
alive as Santa's bombs became more accurate. Vader was nowhere in
sight, but Jason thought of this as a saving grace, feeling that he
would have heard or seen his canine friend dead by now. "He must
have stepped away from me to avoid the bombings. Can't say that I
blame him, but I gotta put a stop to this soon. My alchemy can't
bypass the shield, neither do any of my long range
weapons."
Another volley of bombs fell. Jason erected
another Force Field as the bomb's hit, a wave of fire washed over a
now terrified Jason. He knew he couldn't keep this up forever.
"Okay, if long range attack's won't connect, I'll have to go
short range. I have to get up there somehow.... Wait! That formula
should do the trick...But what were the ingredients......"
Jason's mind scrambled, trying to think back to the time when he was
testing a new formula, and the next thing he knew, his head was
sticking out of the roof, marking his 30th trip to Podunk Community
Hospital.
As Santa loaded his next batch of explosives, the
formula's ingredients rushed back to his mind. He quickly drew from
his P.E.R.C., two mud peppers and two wads of wax. "Rocket Spring!"
The ground seemingly vanished below him as the formula propelled him
skyward, an explosion below him signalling that he had found the
ingredients just in time. "I've already passed the sleigh's
altitude, now all I gotta do is wait till Santa comes for his next
pass. He'll be looking for me on the ground so I should get the drop
on... drop on...eep."
Mounted in the center of the
sleigh, was a very nasty looking anti-aircraft gun.
"Crap!
If he spot's me now, I'm dead! I gotta think of some fast... a
disguise!" Putting his hands together, he focused on his new
genjutsu skill. "Sexy~ No Jutsu!"
"What the?!" Santa shouted,
looking up at the sound of the voice.
*ONNNG~!*
"Ho ho
HO! A flying ho! Just my luck!" the fat man proclaimed, seeing a
curvaceous young woman plummting through the sky, wearing absolutely
nothing. He quickly motioned his reindeer to fly directly under the
falling 'girl', who landed in the sleigh atop a very cushioned back
seat. Kringle looked at his new passenger with but one thought on
his mind. "Hey baby, you wanna see Big Daddy Nicky's 'yule
log'?"
Jason simply smiled, and jumped over to the very front
of the sleigh. 'She' smiled, and pulled out a sword from thin air.
Breaking the illusion, the alchemist flashed an evi lgrin at the
evil gift giver. "Sorry, I'm not here to flock your tree!" And with
those words, he slashed loosed the binds that connected the sleigh
to the eight reindeer. "So long, Saint Nick!" He then jumped off the
front of the sleigh as it began it's own descent to the
ground.
With one hand in his P.E.R.C., Jason straightened out
his body to hasten his descent. "Force Field!" As the temporary
barrier formed around him, Jason turned in mid-air to watch his
enemy's fall. "And that's that."
*THUD!*
"Ow,,,,,"
Jason groaned as he picked himself up off the ground. His previous
formula had been cast to help him survive the impact of hitting the
street. "Dang. Even with Force Field up, that hurt!"
---- "Uh..... My head." Santa groaned. Looking around, he saw
that he had been crash landed in a deserted building. As soon as his
baerings were straight, he began to brood.
Twice now had a
mere boy made him look like a fool. Him, Jolly old Saint Nick, the
man from which over a thousand crappy made-for-tv-movies had been
born, who took over the North Pole, and enslaved the native pygmy
elves into building his maniacal toys. "One day..... I will decorate
my chimney with stockings and Jason Guy Soe's
bones!"
"Hey!... Did I hear someone mention
'head'?"
"Huh?..... That voice...." Santa spun around
quickly, only to see the mustached face of Mukki, a man who had been
on Santa's 'Horrifically Naughty List' for years. "Ahhhhhh! Keep
away!"
"Nuh-uh~!" Mukki replied. "I don't normally wonk with
people as old as you, but I owe it to Jason after he saved me from
that evil skull!"
"No! Stop! I-I beg of you!" Kris Kringle
screamed as the speedo-clad man took firm grip of his
belt.
"Sorry, my new tubby bubbi, but now I'm gonna roast
your chestnuts!"
AAAAAAAUUUURRRRRGGGGHHHH~~~!!!!!
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I
decided to keep Santa alive for now, only to save his death for a
future tournament. I've punished him enough anyway(for
now...).
Jason has revealed another new formula! Rocket
Spring! This formula propel's it's caster hundreds of feet into
the air. This formula is best used outdoors, for obvious reasons.
Ingredients needed: Two mud peppers and two parts wax.
And
just what was Mukki talking about when he said Jason rescued him
from an evil skull? Click here for the explanation.
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The Silver Ogre
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Act IV – The Memory and the Burden –
III
Faster…faster…this twisted ki…it comes…I must
hurry, faster, faster…
Elmdor tore down the broken
streets, running past friends, foes, and fallen. In the center of
town, something bad was happening. Something very bad, he guessed.
It wouldn’t take too much longer to find out for sure, as his strong
legs pumped, propelling him forward.
The scene shocked him as
he beheld it in all its glory; a single man, wielding twin
scimitars, decimated a group of the ‘summoned’ as if he were
swatting a fly. His power…it was unreal. It was unlike anything he
had ever seen before.
Or was it?
An extreme power,
strong enough to control mens’ destinies…
“How
noble…trying to play the protector.” He laughed, waving his swords
as if they were but light foils.
He saw a tall man, clad in
robes of gold, tearing through the clearing at the enemy warrior. In
his hands was a great scythe, curved as the talon of a vicious
raptor and descending with a furious might.
“Haaaaaaaaa!” The
man in gold slammed his scythe into the cross-block of the enemy,
gritting his teeth as he bared down. “Humans….all the same! Fight,
kill! Get what you desire! After that, defecate, waste, and throw it
all away!” His eyes were livid, and they burned with a scarlet not
unlike Elmdor’s own unique irises.
“Testament!” A tomboyish
voice called out, and Elmdor saw a blonde man in a purple vest rush
up behind the golden scythe-wielder. “You’re not kickin’ this guy’s
ass without me, are ya?” She flipped high above him, slamming her
foot down on the shoulder of the enemy.
“Gate of light, open
the storehouses of pain! Ixus Wave!” Kashell called out in a voice
as booming as the thunder. He spread his arms wide, and gigantic
bolts of crackling white lightning seemed to arc from the ground,
whipping with a heavenly fury as King and Testament were thrown back
by the electric tendrils.
“Never! Never in a thousand years,
Kashell!” Testament’s tinny, hollow voice rang out with rage.
Whipping his golden scythe before him like the harvester, he seemed
to cut the lightning itself. His body poured steam, as if he
were a heated pot of tea, and he stood in front of the blond
fistfighter, the ground before them charred black and ripped
asunder.
“Then how about today!?” Kashell seemed to warp
forward – that, or time had slowed around everyone else – bringing
the scimitar in his left hand up for a finishing blow. The sword
came down fast, and as Testament was about to grab King, he saw a
man, running low to the ground, forward with great
speed.
Kashell’s sword rung loud against the blade of the
Masamune, as Elmdor grasped the shaking blade – the strength of both
his arms was all but keeping the casual strike at bay. With an irate
glare, Kashell whipped forward with his other sword, sending Elmdor
tumbling back.
“Hmmm…another one of Daisetsu’s
coffin-fillers? He’ll fill up the whole earth with the bodies of his
‘army’ before he triumphs over me!” His shout of rage hung in the
air like a burning sky, and at that moment, three
charged.
Chipp Zanuff sped forward, blurring to the normal
human sight, readying the curved blade on his arm for a clitical
strike. Elmdor had brought his katana up to the Horizon Stab stance
and charged, his eye ever watchful of the enemy. And from the
center, a radiant Testament – perhaps the New Testament – seemed to
float forward on the wings of a storm, his scythe once again ready
to reave an unjust human soul.
“Insolence” was all Kashell
could say, his eyes burning with holy light. “Be swarmed by the
riches of Paradise! Zeninage!” The seraphic swordsman swept his hand
before the rush and coins of light seemed to fly into the air like
the spray of a waterfall. “Invoke Light!” At his command, the holy
currency seemed to swarm into a geodesic formation, circling the
whole clearing. In a flash, each of the myriad radiated a beam of
intense holy light. Chipp scrambled to dodge as a web of holy beams
crisscrossed his path, scarring the ground below him.
Elmdor
sheathed the Masamune and fell into his battou-stance, still tearing
toward Kashell and now dodging holy beams of light. “Sword of fury,”
he shouted above the din, “inject power! MASAMUNE!” He swept
the blade through the air in a lightning-fast arc, his mind clearer
now than in had been since he was first reawakened. A green mist of
ki enveloped he, Testament, and the ninja Chipp.
And in that
instant, their speed surpassed limits.
What does it
take…to be brave?
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1 A-Vote against
Kashell
Battle against a seraphic swordsman? I’m SO in
this mess. The draw-out of the Masamune has cast the spells Haste and
Regen on Elmdor, Gold Testament, Chipp, and presumably King, Yuffie,
and Alma as well, since they’re still there.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Arr,
Kyo! If I screw up in this post, you tell me first thing in
the morning, and I'll edit it, kay? ^^; Here's another bit of
duel.
Canto IV + In Medias Res + Fighting At The Bottom of
Hell
My stomach...the pain in my stomach is so
great...as though my womb has been pierced by a devil's
fang...
The sounds of fierce fighting were upon her
again. Alma leaned heavily on her staff, green mists smelling of
roses clinging to her face. She felt Yuffie's hands on her
shoulders, keeping her straight, and yet she felt as though the
ninja's light hands were anvils. The pain in her stomach was
intense, and though the deep gash was healing quickly from the Regen
spell, the blood still stained her shirt. She wiped her parched lips
against the back of her palm, feeling as though a fever were
inducing itself upon her...
It's not a fever, is it? It's
you...
"Raaah!" Kashell's double scimitars clashed
viciously against both scythe and katana as Testament and Elmdor-
Elmdor, he's here- attempted a cross-cut from both sides. The
man of two swords whirled after his block, one blade raising up to
hammer the golden edge of Testament's scythe while another met the
legendary steel of the Masamune. He locked with them, his powerful
muscles flexing beneath his swordsman's attire, and then he whirled
in a swooping motion. Suddenly, he was behind them both, his back to
their overbalanced frames.
Kashell twirled his scimitars
until he gripped them in a dual underhanded motion, and he swiped
them back in a double stab. Elmdor's cape and Testament's robes
fluttered, and the two of them seemed to dance away from the blades,
coming around in spinning cuts. Testament yelled a wordless scream
of hate, while Elmdor clapped his free hand on the dull edge of his
Masamune to power his wind-up cut. Kashell's scimitars, however,
continued in their scything motions- and then he switched swords in
either hand behind his back, and powered his arms back up. His
swords stretched out and blocked again, stopping the Masamune and
the huge scythe Testament bore, before his leg swept out to kick
viciously against Chipp Zanuff's chin. Kashell used the momentum to
backflip, his blades sparking against Elmdor's and
Testament's.
"Yes! Reaper, fighter, ninja, mage, samurai-
gathered for the blackest harvest of all!" Kashell formed a cross
form, this time a vertical-vs-horizontal one, and sniped at the
gathered fighters between them. "Daisetsu...heh! He had to go to all
four corners of the earth to best me, it seems!"
A dark shape
seemed to materialize behind him. Kashell spun quickly as Yuri
Hyuga's double-punch rocketed by his side, and immediately his
scimitar came up. A dazzling blow meant to cleave the face in two,
but it was stopped by the pinky talon that inched out from Yuri's
hand. The dark-eyed man's other claws wrapped around the blade, and
he winked once, a dangerous gesture.
"A holy swordsman like
you," he said, "ought to shut up and fight."
Kashell's gaze
turned deadly- and then lit up in a smile. Testament and Elmdor
charged him again, and this time King was there, too. Abruptly,
Kashell's second sword came around- and slammed against the other
scimitar, sandwiching Yuri's talons between them. The seraphic
swordsman tugged with incredible strength, and rocked his hips in a
quick sway, sending Yuri somersaulting forward. Yuri landed on his
feet- but was tugged to an abrupt halt, as Kashell still did not
release him. Kashell twisted his scimitars as Elmdor and Testament
swooped around either side of Yuri, blades singing for the
kill-
"End your faith in your blood! Apostasy!"
-and
Kashell suddenly jerked his scimitars away in a cross-swipe, as
though having to pry them apart. A dull clang fell into a bright
charge, and a scissoring white beam of light cleaved up Yuri's arm.
Yuri grunted as the skill sent him skidding back, blood and light
coarsing over the torn sleeve of his jacket. The same light caught
Elmdor and King, serving to momentarily blind them. Kashell let his
scimitars dangle over his palms for a moment, then instantly
snatched them in another switch of his hands, a quick upright cross
blow-
-ramming into an oncoming scythe.
"This is
painted in your blood!" Testament's seeping red eyes- eyes
that would not be blinded by a simple trick of the light- seethed
with bloodlust. As Kashell's swords rang with the block, Testament
whipped his immense scythe over his head, appearing to spin it
without actually touching it. An eerie, grim parody of a sensual
dance- its blade swam around in midair, and carved a dark path for
Kashell's head. The holy swordsman brought his left scimitar up to
meet it, then swung around to the back, a wind-up slash with his
right scimitar aiming to cleave Testament in two as Kashell cackled,
"too slow!"
The golden Gear's arm came down to give it a
powerful slam with the back of his fist. The scimitar sank into the
knuckles and tasted blood, but proceeded no further. Kashell's eyes
sharpened- Testament had blocked the blow with his own
bones?!
"Too weak!" Testament powered his fist
out, the blade ripping away from his knuckles. He tugged his other
arm and the scythe viciously yanked free of the other sword, and
then he swung the great blade between his hands. "I give you your
death! Nightmare Circulaa!"
Testament's arms danced
around his scythe again, his frame tilting forward as some unearthly
energy welled up. Words could not describe the horror of a huge
flaming skull blasting out of nothingness, summoned from an abyss
the mind would not grasp. Yet as it seared over the building in a
torrent of heat, Kashell was no longer there. The swordsman was in
the air, his body like a crescent within it, and he held the
scimitars at an angle once again.
"Not so fast, dumbass!"
Chipp Zanuff was in the air, his lithe and agile figure leaping
quickly at Kashell. He tucked his right arm in and swung his blade
forward in a deadly horizontal slice, only a breath from Kashell
when he performed the technique. "You shouldn't rip off moves from
cyborgs, you-"
His blade passed through
nothing.
"Nani- eeeeagh!"
Another blast of
light came from where Kashell's figure had once been, and Chipp fell
to the floor, clawing at his eyes. Illusion! Where's the real
guy-
Two scimitars tore a ragged cut down soft flesh.
King gasped, her right leg seeming to rip at the calf and thigh in a
cross-shaped cut. She went down on one knee, gritting her teeth as
she bit back a curse. Then he was there- Kashell, appearing in a
blur, his clothes rippling with unfelt wind. His scimitars spun,
then hooked forward in a double blow that King just barely ducked
under, her blonde hair almost parted by the blades. Kashell kept one
hand there, gripping his scimitar tightly, but the other came back
in a crescent cut-
-that swept past King and slammed instead
into the blade behind his back.
"Illusionary tricks?
Cross-slashes, twirling your blades?" Elmdor said, his Masamune
steadily locked with one scimitar. "Is that all you know? You remind
me of myself...were I but a clown."
Kashell smirked, already
in motion. His dual blade suddenly twisting in another 'twirl' that
brought the scimitar's edge up at Elmdor's chin. "You seek to
challenge me, kenshi?"
It, predictably, hit nothing.
Elmdor weaved back, but drove a savage kick to Kashell's twisted
elbow as he backflipped. It connected, but the seraphic swordsman
seemed unaffected. He likewise somersaulted forward, past the
weaving King, and crossed his blades again. Kashell gave a wild
glance as Testament, Chipp, Yuri and King again reared up to him,
but Elmdor's cry froze them all.
"If you value your lives,
move not!" Elmdor's Masamune glinted in the light, and he tucked his
sword in low. "Relinquish your soul, even unto
death..."
Kashell's eyebrows lifted a fraction- he seemed to
understand. He tucked his head in low, and this time he took a
position with one scimitar over his head, pointing behind him, and
one scimitar at his side, pointing ahead of him. "I give your
dreams, dim and whimsical, the twin kiss of
death..."
"Kenki Bakuhatsu Nami Ryu ichiban-kata no Ougi-
Nine Silver Wind Oni Flash!"
"Seventh sign, seventh
circle, seventh Hell! Heaven's Bloody Tears!"
They were
there one second- and then, disappeared, in blurs that seemed to
hang on the wind.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
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Silence reigned for a moment. Alma was the first to
move, though barely- she fixed her eyes on the ground where Elmdor
had been, choking back blood. "What in...where'd they
go-"
The clangor came next. The sounds of blades clashing in
the air at repeated, dangerous intervals sang out, but then it went
out of control. Deep slashes hammered their way into the pavement at
random spots. A gash ripped in the ground next to Yuri's foot, then
five paces from King's spot. Testament saw two X's rip in the ground
before him, his scythe coming up- and then something clanged on it
at high speed, only to disappear again. A ferocious rip struck the
ground in front of Alma, and something whizzed by, slicing a light
cut over her cheek. Back and forth the sounds of clashing swords
went, and occasionally a snapshot of cape or robe would
appear.
Then blood flew. Elmdor materialized in midair, his
Masamune swung out and his eyes fierce. As he landed, however,
Elmdor hit the ground and grunted as blood splurted from two thin
but deep cuts over his thighs.
Then Kashell hit the ground
behind him, twin cuts ripping from his collarbone, down his left
breast and off to the side. He wheezed, digging his blades in and
turning to face his enemies. The rage on his face surpassed all form
of expression, the hatred twisting his eyes into unrecognizable dark
orbs. "You...insolent pieces of human filth..." he rasped,
blood forming on his lower lip. "I'm sparing you my full strength,
and you- what!?"
Yuri was there, his first kick slamming into
Kashell's upraised forearm, and his second swiping up, using the
balance gained from the first kick to bring his other leg slamming
into the shoulder of the same arm. Kashell grimaced as his muscles
in that arm stiffened, but he had no time to counter- King was
there, her fists coming in sharp hooks to his side. Again he took
them, his muscles hard and firm against the blows, but it was clear
he was growing angry. Kashell's holy aura flared, the force of its
release sending King and Yuri toppling to their backs from the
shock. Some of his torn flesh patched up, and red mist seemed to
pump from his nostrils.
"Oraaa!" Chipp's arm-blade
swiped in from the side next. This time Kashell could not evade, the
wound slowing him down. He blocked the blow with the scimitar in his
good arm, and then his eyes flared as Chipp's leg swept in to drive
the toe of his boot against the wound. Blood dropped onto the
ground- and in that moment, Kashell's eyes
flashed.
"DIE."
The light that came next was no
mere illusion. It was, indeed, a Holy spell- it tore a ragged wind
of light against Chipp's form, sending the ninja crashing back to
the ground and driving him in. He cursed, but the spell had not yet
completed. The pillar of light encased Kashell's rage, and then
turned a deep crimson. It was the color of blood, shrouding his
face; the winds sent Yuri and King rolling again, and knocked Elmdor
back to one knee. Even Testament had to brace himself, for the
spell's power was growing by the second.
Kashell stood there,
holding his bloodied scimitars, the aura like a deep, dark veil of
red death over him. His vesture was calm, but his eyes belied the
murderous rage held within him now.
"I've let you have your
fun long enough," he whispered, yet all of them heard it. "But this
is it. You will be cursing Daisetsu's black name in Hell for the
rest of eternity..."
Testament's snort was all that answered
him- not quite the fearful glances he was expecting. "You believe
this is Hell? A fancy little red glow like this?" He smirked. "I'm
not impressed."
"You will be." Kashell tightened his hands
around his scimitars, fixing his gaze first on the little mage.
"I've prepared a convenient sacri..."
He stopped. The 'little
mage' was not there.
"...what the devil?" Kashell's gaze
narrowed, calm shock suddenly setting in. Where the hell was she?
Hadn't she and the ninja been there a moment ago?
"Rex
flammarum, cepe inimicos-"
All eyes turned to the voice
from above- to where Yuffie suddenly appeared, her arms holding
tight the frame of Alma, who in turn held her staff out. They were
in the air, high above Kashell, the ninja coming down with the
cleric in tow from what could have only been a bounding leap.
But from where!? Kashell's mind raced- it just seemed
impossible, and why were they coming down so fast? It was like the
girl had this little glowing feather on her cheek, ignited as though
by hellfire-
"-venite Phoenix!"
Elmdor was the
only one to recognize it, a slight smile carving up his lips.
"Suzaku."
Golden light poured up from beneath Kashell's
crimson aura. The swordsman knew what was coming, his eyes going
wide. "Daisetsu...a trap, a filthy trap!" He yelled a curse
at the name, and leapt up into the air, drawing his scimitars around
his body again for his most powerful cross cut. "Daisetsu...your
magic...won't work on ME!"
A red-white pillar of light seemed
to encase both him and the descending girls, blazing flames swimming
around it in the air. The light grew brighter and brighter, Kashell
drew nearer and nearer, and Alma brought down her staff as the
transparent effigy of an enormous Phoenix suddenly sprang
from behind her, its figure ablaze and bearing down with a mighty
flap of its wings. It was gold and bronze and ruby and amber and
sapphire and every precious thing placed all into one, a bird of
beauty and might-
-and they passed each other as Suzaku tore
against Kashell's form, blasting into his flesh with searing light.
Kashell's swords whipped out and Alma bled, her blood streaming up
into the pillar of light. The charge lit up the entire area for
miles around as the power expanded, and Kashell and Alma joined in
screams of pain. The combatants below all shielded their eyes, yet
even then it was too great a flame to shut out.
The light
passed soon after, and then Suzaku was gone as he had come. Yuffie
hit the ground with Alma. The ninja cushioned her friend's fall, a
slight gasp of pain breaking her own lips. Yet her first act was to
check on the fallen cleric, and she held Alma in her arms, propping
her against her knee. Alma's hand was buried against her chest,
blood streaming from a raking cut below her collarbone. Yuffie
panicked at first, but calmed as she touched it. Not too
deep...
Kashell hit the ground a moment later, his
scimitars clattering on the ground. He looked shocked as he sagged
upon one knee, his face streaked with fiery marks. He looked
shocked, and he gazed at the scimitars to find they were red-hot- as
though set upon by devil's fire...
"...heh," Kashell rose
slowly, deliberately, and faced his combatants again, his gaze now
registering some respect. "Well...how many more are there? Did Jun
choose you?" He looked at Elmdor, then to Testament. "Did that fool
Dorrin or Kalten pick you? How many more devils lie lurking within
your tainted bodies?"
Yuri flicked a claw idly against his
cheek, speaking for everyone in perhaps his strongest suit. "That,"
he said, smirking, "seems to be the question of the whole damn
week."
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Act Four, Scene Two -
Comprehension
Kashell finished wiping the blood from
his mouth and stood, leaving his still-burning scimitars embedded in
the ground. His eyes raked over this group who actually was
successful in besting him, making him bleed, destroying his
attire. Fery few had ever accomplished even that fact, and he
displayed it in the begrudging respect in his eyes. "I've
underestimated Daiset--no, I've underestimated your strength. I did
not even expect to be faced with a challenge when I entered this
city; instead, you give me a fight I haven't gotten into so much
save for one year ago, against Daisetsu himself. Our conclusion
draws near, and the time where the fate of him and his race will be
decided by the Archbishop of Naclos also nears. Will he take you, I
wonder..." a small smile flitted across his expression, to disappear
within the same instant, "to stop us? Is that what the purpose of
the Chosen Wanderer is?"
Chipp made a obscene gesture with
his right hand. "Go Home!"
A few moments later after everyone
had regained their composure, Kashell actually gave an open smile.
"He didn't make a bad choice at that... I sensed your presence when
he first brought you into this world--amazingly pitiful. I hardly
gave any thought to his botched plans until today, in this city.
It's apparent to me that you all have the potential to fufill that
requirement... but how many of you will fall until that lone
survivor takes the claim and pushes for godhood? And will he or she
succeed?" He drew his scimitars up from the ground, and they
vanished into thin air. His right hand crackled with Holy power, and
he traced an elaborate symbol in mid-air.
"Aquae
Benedicta."
A rushing sound filled all the candidates
ears... and they snapped back into consciousness, realizing that all
their wounds from the battle had been healed. Kashell's swords
reappeared, and he sheathed them without a second thought. "I
honestly look forward to our next meeting. Oh, and tell Daisetsu
that my forces know where Kalten is." His mirthful smile turned a
bit bitter as he blazed out of sight in a column of Holy
energy.
***********
"Kalten..." Jun paled when
Mal'Ganis informed her and Daisetsu of the news.
"I'm
suprised that he actually got caught," Daisetsu murmured. "There
were only humans in the advance force..."
Malganis looked
behind the pondering guerilla captain and saw the plains at the
north entrance where the Naclos troops had come, all alight with
gold-red fire. There were no screams of the dead coming from that
direction. Merely silence.
"There were more than humans,"
Dorrin rumbled, coming up with the candidates. "It seems that the
leader of the Five paid our candidates a visit."
Daisetsu's
eyes widened, and he spat out a very rough-sounding curse in his
native language. "He won't stop until one of us bests the other...
Fine. I'll satisfy his request. We can't do this without Kalten, and
I'm not going to let him die. Besides, if we wait too long Naclos
forces will reach other two countries."
"Wait a moment." It
was Yuri. "Seeing as we near the end of this journey, I believe you
owe us an explanation. For all this--the reason of this war, the
reason why you need us to fight for you--seeing as you just wiped
out an army single-handedly--, and what the Church's intentions
are."
Daisetsu looked at him for a moment, and then nodded.
"I owe all of you at least that much for enduring this for so long.
I will send the answer into your minds to save time."
"Wha--"
Yuffie began, then paused as the words were sent into her
mind.
All members of the An'ven possess a base potential
at psychic and magical abilities even from a young age. Humans could
rarely manipulate special force of any kind, and even if the
possibility existed, intense training was required to use it
properly. For this reason, the An'ven race was shunned and
persecuted by humans, although there were no physical differences.
The capital of the human world, Nantos, turned to its radical,
clergical-dominated government to deal with An'ven in the country,
and as a result many An'ven fled from the country to excape being
killed outright in the name of the priest's God.
The An'ven
grouped together with those who shared similar abilities and settled
in the formerly-unchartered lands of Kaintor'en, Mithrik'en, and
Soujo'en--Earth, Water, and Wind ability-An'ven took those places
respectively. The ones who wielded flame, however, were outcast even
from the other An'ven members, having been blamed for the Nantos
uprising since they were closest to humans. They took to the deserts
of Kyoun'en, and led a collective nomad life as
self-punishment.
Several years passed after that, and some
ancient texts that described the An'ven existence were discovered.
They predicted the An'ven exodus from a large human capital, and
that they would migrate to four seperate lands, growing much
stronger until they were able to purge Nantos of the forced
anti-alien sentiment the government maintained. However, the
Fire-users had not gone to the isle of Aise'an as the text had
predicted, and to the deserts instead. This had mainly been because
of the pressure from the other 3 leaders of the elements to seek
repentance. The four lands were said to be the true origins of each
element, thus they all were An'ven homelands, in a sense. By the
time the nomad An'ven of fire had learned of this, the Church had
sealed off the route to Aise'an, which geographically lay directly
behind Nantos--the human capital blocked off the mountain range that
led to the only beach from where the island could be accessed. Thus,
the Church concluded that they had defeated the prophecy by making
the island inaccessable and left all 4 nations to their own
devices.
I am a highly ranked member of Kyoun'en's military,
as you know, and I obtained 3 sacred relics so that I could fufill
part of the prophecy--an alternate path that mandated a direct
attack upon Nantos itself. I knew that my own nation lacked the
power to stage something like this... but the Church had become
increasingly aggressive as of late, randomly attacking An'ven
parties within or near the borders of their nation; killing any
An'ven on sight in the Holy City. It was rumored that they had
kidnapped 3 young women from the the three established nations who
were of esteemed political value, stretching relations between it
and the An'ven further. If I was able to get ahold of all 3 relics,
I could "accomplish something that will put Kyoun'en on equal
footing with the other nations in terms of power." This is why I and
a few of my closest allies dared sneak into the Holy City, to obtain
the second relic--the Hakkushu Necklace. I already possessed the
Sword of Kusanagi, an family heirloom of mine which I use actively
in battle. The third one belonged to the Wind Nation, who had
consented to its use -- the Yata Mirror.
The prophecy said
that use of the 3 relics with a heavy summoning ritual would produce
'wanderers of the universe' with immense spiritual potential that
would just keep growing over time, but only one would be able to
peak out at the level required to become a deity. The need for this
singular entity is essential to the rest of the prophecy, which has
been more or less accurate in every situation we have applied it to.
It seems that when we battle 'the shadow of humanity', the
Archbishop--a god will be 'reborn', and it will temporarily be under
his control--it only takes a mere thought to change the universe
when one's power rests in the divine. We don't know what the
Archbishop will do with this power, except the texts say 'return one
to none and unleash the catastrophe of ages'. I'm relying on all of
you to help me, but the one who becomes a god has to be there to
counter the Archbishop's wishes when that moment arrives. Otherwise,
you may not only doom my race, but the fate of the universe as
well...
Daisetsu opened his eyes. "That was a mindful,
wasn't it?" He looked off into the distance.
"Nantos is the
capital of Naclos. It's our next destination, and where the fate of
everything will be determined. The army has completely left the
city, according to my sources, and is marching on the other two
nations as we speak. This is now or never--especially since we have
to reach there before the ones linked to Kalten
suffer."
Gambling everything on the strength of one... But
at times like this, faith is all you can give.
"Here we
go..."
The Kusanagi blade flashed once, and the 'wanderers of
the universe' vanished.
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