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The Damned Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:31 AM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

I had planned for this to be much longer, but I hadn’t planned for me to stay ‘til 1:30 A.M. (PST) to finish. Therefore, it’s a bit shorter, and less smutty than I had originally intended :

King
Chapter 5: Uni Inverse
Section 2


Nantos, Capital of Light, the Central Gates

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The heavy footfalls echo loudly off the concrete of the twilight metropolis, their path obviously being one that would take them to the now destroyed gates in the central of the city that is Nantos. While the footfalls resound, allowing anyone willingly enough to listen to hear the exasperation of exerting much energy to run, their resonance cannot describe the emotions their creator feels. These feelings are ones that are well-known to their maker, and ones that she would prefer to keep to herself, unlike how she - no, it was the goddamn city's fault - had done to today. However, she can't help but shudder visibly, though it doesn't slow, as she tightly hugs herself, slightly creasing the arms of her new all-black outfit - an exact all-black copy of her original one - as her hands move up and down them. She can't help but remember what happened the hour beforehand.

"Can't get clean," she murmurs softly.

***

Nantos, Capital of Light, Luminare Hotel, Hour Before

"Oh! Sir Relius!"

The voice comes inside room 813, a room that just minutes before had been vacant in the lush, sixteen-story-high Luminare Hotel. The hotel, in the middle of the financial district, has been well known for its prestige in serving the many of the more wealthy people of the city as well as the clergy and foreign ministers. It is less known, however, for its shady dealings with police and prostitutes, bribing the former for a pay-off from the latter's clients, most of whom were the aforementioned clergy, foreign ministers, nobleman, and yes, even policemen of Nantos. The scene that transpires in the room is an odd mix of the two, and despite the fact that mendacity is still heavy in this affair, no political or religious scandals are involved.

The scene of is that of a middle-aged man, one in his early thirties, kissing and heavily groping a slightly middle-aged woman, she herself being near thirty. The two lay atop the spread of Queen-sized bed, its softness supplied by the abundance of new materials that have been replaced on it. The Luminare’s staff replaces the spread, the sheets, the pillows, all as they are often soiled after one or two nightly "transactions" in the city of Nantos. The room itself is the epitome of newness, at least on the surface, with its new bookcase and books - actually the probably the only old things in the room as they have never been touched, due previously mentioned reason -, its new lanterns, its new wallpaper - the pattern that of a duck frozen in preparation for flight -, its new, polished doorknobs, its new, non-creaking doors and doorframes, and its locks.

The two figures of interest are gently rolling around the large bed, only clad in their undergarments. The man, Relius, is ever-so-slowly trying to "correct" that problem as the evident tent - to anyone but the woman - in his boxers boldly present's his libido's eagerness. As the two are still intertwined in a deep kiss, the man moans, trying to use the sound as a decoy for his true intent of unclasping the woman's lavender bra. She catches him, however, and quickly but softly grasps his hand and pushes it away.

She laughs, innocuously, "Sir Relius, don't. It would be unladylike."

I have had it up to fucking here with your ladylikeness, Relius thinks as he envisions the mental image of his hands soaring high over even the colossal castle of Nantos.

However, Relius still wants to take this smoothly as possibly, and therefore only outwardly replies with, “Please don’t call me Sir Relius, Annifer.”

Though feel free to call Relius Jr. Sir in a moment once he’s unleashed.

“I am quite sorry si… Relius.” “Annifer” begins to stand up to curtsy in an effort to apologize, but Relius tenderly grasps her right arm slightly above the wrist, stopping her halfway, though it still shakes the bed.

“It’s okay, Annifer. You needn’t apologize,” he says cordially and seductively as possible.

Yes, all you needn’t do now is keep your goddamn clothes on! This lay had better worth all this “knight in shining armor bullshit”.

“Oh, Relius….” “Annifer” hold back a tear, though her eyes still mist. “You’re so giving.”

“Please, don’t humiliate me with such needless kindness and flattery,” he replies slick as ever.

Yes, instead humiliate me by screaming and moaning my name all night long so that the whole damned hotel can hear us. I really hope you put all that emotion into fucking.

“Uh… Annifer,” he starts with a façade of anxiety. “Do you need me to step out so that you can undress yourself?”

“Why, what a gentlemanly thing to ask.” She smiles a genuine – as genuine as someone under a personality-reversing spell can be – smile at him, and then simply nods a barely noticeable nod.

“Okay,” he responses, rather joyous, the only emotion that he has expressed that is a in fact any part of his true ones, though the true “joy” he feels is laced with sexual avarice.
“I’ll be in the bathroom for just a moment… dear.” Relius bestows upon her a peck on the cheek as he adds ”dear” to his plan’s final phase.

Now for the main event, he thinks, mental stroking his ego while physical stroking an unmentionable part of his anatomy.

***
Nantos, Capital of Light, the Central Gates, the Present

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Her footfalls are now even more thunderous as the horrible, recent memory burns into the core of her mind with the relentless heat of the sun’s corona. She wants to retch at the reviling memory, but can denies herself that opportunity to do so as she finally arrives in side the gates of Nantos’s center. Her footsteps’ noise die down immensely as she slows, though she is met with a somewhat venomous gaze from the same robot that Jason had tested his alchemy on all those days ago, artificial being’s cold stare saying ”You’re late.”

Oh great, I’m Cinder-fucking-rella, King thought with a mix of sarcasm, self-loathing, and just plain loathing as the blue painted Airman turned its back and walked away from her.

“It seems that no matter where ah’ go, those dang robots are always acting cold.” The voice rang out from above her, and King turned up to see a woman coming leisurely down, feet first, from the sky.

The woman landed a few feet from King, and King almost immediately realized that she hadn’t seen her before, with her skunk-white streak in middle of her hair separating the light brown locks on either side. Also, she didn’t recall seeing the “X” on her uniform – King only thought of it as a uniform because she saw Strom with the same “X” –, which in itself was of an odd design, looking more like a bright red pseudo-suit of armor with the amount of visible rigidity to it. Over the odd, inflexible-looking upper part was a simple and almost too tiny black leather jacket that seemed to oddly go quite well with the black pseudo-pants on her stiff red “leggings” that came up to the knee. The only thing that King honestly knew about this person was that she was Southern.

“Hi,” the woman said, extending a gloved hand that was within the clothing of that same black leather and red-armor. “Ah’m Rouge. You sug?”

Yep. Definitely Southern, King inwardly sighed, though she couldn’t decide on whether it was because she had finally encountered something familiar in this world or whether it was because that something familiar slightly irritated her.

“I’m King,” King replied, extending a hand that was also gloved, before the two shook. Rouge’s hand was a bit too firm though, and although King said nothing, she was glad to get her hand back.

Dear God! She nearly broke my hand without trying! Well, I guess it makes since if she can fly, the— King’s thought were broken by unfamiliar but ominous voice. Four of them actually.

"…He's--" A young woman clad in semi-armor with the rest tight-fitting black attire spoke up, smashing her white gauntlets together.

"--come back to settle things. And he has friends this time..." Another young woman with an identical face murmured the phrase. She was dressed in long, flowing black robes, and she held a strange steel ball with glowing glyphs etched into it.

"They won't do him any good," an old man cackled from the back, stroking an elaborate-looking wand that gave the appearance of something cleaned *too* often.

"After all, there are only 3 Guardians instead of 4, with weakling summoned help as backup." The voice came from a man sitting next to the elderly mage--garbed in full ninja's attire save the face covering.

“Ah guess it’s time, sug,” Rouge started, somewhat too happily for King’s taste. “I guess this is it..” And then a smile crept across her face.

“I guess,” King replied, and as Rouge flew start at the girl in semi-armor with white gauntlets, King quickly followed. “I mean what’s the fun in living?! Come on baby!”

---

I’ll post up Rouge’s absorption list in my next post before I go to bed. I feel free to have Minako smack her around as Rouge can probably easily heal most of it by drawing on Wolverine’s or the Hulk’s or She-Hulk’s powers. Just don’t get her killed, but I might actually use her next time… like perhaps I should have.


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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The Damned Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:45 AM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

This is Rouge's Absorption List, courteousy of the great people at UncannyX-Men.Net. A list of all Rouge's powers. If you plan to use her and King before I get up tomorrow,which is fine, then remember the following things besides the massive list below:


  • She call on any power at well.
  • Her Ms. Marvel powers and normal/base/original powers are ALWAYS active.
  • She can usually only use two additional powers at a time, meaning that it's four. Yes four and not two, because I mean two been the Ms. Marvel and original ones, and well, 2+2 = 4.
  • Minako could probably hurt her, but she wouldn't able to kill her... easily.
  • She's quite impervious to mind control... as exampled by BP's Bruce Banner/Hulk, but that wouldn't stop her from going insane.
  • Seeing as how I doubt anyone here reads many comics or is even awake, this probably a waste of time.
  • Wouldn't be able to absorb any of the Five, or at least knock them out with a touch for story reason (obviously).


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ABSORPTIONS

Since Rogue’s power have now gone haywire, she might manifest any power and personality she was in contact with before, so it might be good to know whom she already absorbed. The following lists mention when Rogue absorbed the person, and also if something unusual happened.

HUMANS

Cody Robbins: Flashbacks in X-Men Unlimited #4 and Rogue (1st series) #1
Cody fell into a coma from which he never woke up. He died a few years later.

Freddy: Classic X-Men #44

Two Security Guards at the McCarthy Medical Treatment Center: Marvel Fanfare #60

Valerie Cooper: Uncanny X-Men #179

Various people in a crowd: Uncanny X-Men #202

Two Genoshan Magistrates: Uncanny X-Men #236

A Security Guard at the Agee Institute: Uncanny X-Men #359

Dr. Agee: Uncanny X-Men #359

A man using children for pornograpy: X-Men Unlimited #31


HEROES AND VILLAINS

Destiny: unknown
Rogue absorbing Destiny has never been seen on panel, yet it's obvious that during the time Rogue lived with and was trained by Destiny and Mystique, she must have gotten into contact with the precog at least once. Destiny's psychic residue is seen in Rogue's head in X-Treme X-Men Savage Land #1.

Mystique: Marvel Fanfare (1st series ) #60, Marvel Super Heroes (2nd series) #2, Uncanny X-Men #359

Jason: Marvel Fanfare (1st series ) #60
Jason is a mutant of unknown power. Rogue definately had skin to skin contact with him, but it is unknown what, if anything at all, she absorbed from him; yet afterwards she realized that to touch is not only life, it also means to know pain.

Ms. Marvel / Warbird: Marvel Super Heroes (2nd series) #11, X-Men Unlimited #29
The absorption of Ms. Marvel aka Carol Danvers turned out to be permanent. After years, the Siege Perilous separated the two women, but there was not enough life-force to sustain both bodies. They fought, but Magneto intervened and re-installed Rogue with the powers of flight and invulnerability, while killing the Ms. Marvel entity.

Captain America: Avengers Annual #10, Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5

Thor: Avengers Annual #10, Mephisto vs ....(the Avengers) #4, Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5

Wolverine: Uncanny X-Men #158, 173, Heroes for Hope #1, Mephisto vs ....(the X-Men) #3, Wolverine (2nd series) #125, X-Men (2nd series) #80

Storm: Uncanny X-Men #158, 185, Mephisto vs ....(the X-Men) #3

ROM: Rom #32
Rogue did not actually absorb Rom, but she got insight to his innermost feelings.

Hybrid: Rom #32

Dazzler: Dazzler #24, Mephisto vs ....(the X-Men) #3

Professor Xavier: Uncanny X-Men #175

She-Hulk: Uncanny X-Men Annual #7

Colossus: Uncanny X-Men #179, 194, X-Men & Alpha Flight (1st series) #1, Heroes for Hope #1, Uncanny X-Men #208, 247, X-Men (2nd series) #80, 102, 106, 107
Colossus touched and kissed Rogue without effect in X-Men (2nd series) #100. Apparently a storyline was planned, but with Piotr dead, it will probably be forgotten about.

Dire Wraith: Uncanny X-Men #186, 188

Black Tom: Marvel Team-Up (1st series) #150

Juggernaut: Marvel Team-Up (1st series) #150, Uncanny X-Men #218

Dagger‘s light power: New Mutants #25
Dagger’s powers had been transfered to Wolfsbane of the New Mutants, but she could not cope with them. With Xavier as mental back-up, Rogue absorbed only the light ability from Rhane, which was then placed back into Dagger with the help of Magik.

Cloak’s shadow power: New Mutants #25
Cloak’s powers had been transfered to Sunspot of the New Mutants, but he could not cope with them. With Xavier as mental back-up, Rogue absorbed only the darkness ability from Roberto, which was then placed back into Cloak with the help of Magik.
Magus Uncanny X-Men #192

Northstar: X-Men & Alpha Flight (1st series) #1

Loki: X-Men & Alpha Flight (1st series) #2
When Rogue touched Loki, he proved to be immune against her power, yet in Uncanny X-Men #236, his psychic residue can be seen in Rogue’s head.

Firestar: Uncanny X-Men #193

Shadowcat: Uncanny X-Men #194, Heroes for Hope #1

Nightcrawler: Uncanny X-Men #194, Uncanny X-Men Annual #9, Heroes for Hope #1, X-Men (2nd series) #80

Cyclops: Uncanny X-Men Annual #9
Rogue actually absorbed Nightcrawler, who was touching Cyclops. That’s the only time that Rogue’s power worked like that. Maybe that they were in the mystical realm of Asgard boosted her power.

Phoenix III (Rachel): Heroes for Hope #1

Magneto: Heroes for Hope #1, Uncanny X-Men #304, Magneto Rex #2
Usually Rogue absorbs Magneto like everybody else, however in Uncanny X-Men #304 he claims to be stronger than ever and although Rogue gains some part of his power, he remains conscious and shows no sign of weakness at all.

Spiral: Uncanny X-Men #206
Spiral’s personality was dominant

Black Rook (Friedrich von Roehm): Uncanny X-Men #208

Sunspot: Uncanny X-Men Annual #10

Mojo: Uncanny X-Men Annual #10
Rogue managed to absorb something of Mojo, yet he did not weaken. Rogue felt that there was no limit to Mojo’s foulness and passed out.

Mephisto: Mephisto vs ....(the X-Men) #3 (twice)
Rogue could only absorb something from Mephisto because he allowed it. He could control the degree of the absorption rate and allowed her to get some of his thoughts, only to manipulate her into certain actions.

Psylocke: Mephisto vs ....(the X-Men) #3

Havok: Uncanny X-Men #219
The scene showing Rogue absorbing Havok is taken from a dream, however it is a resurfacing of some Psylocke-surpressed memories of Havok visiting the school. That Rogue really absorbed Alex is backed up by him being seen as psychic residue in Rogue’s head in Uncanny X-Men #236.

Thing Fantastic: Four vs. The X-Men #2

Human Torch: Fantastic Four vs. The X-Men #4

Dr. Druid: X-Men vs. The Avengers #3

Vanguard: X-Men vs. The Avengers #3

Naze, possessed by the Adversary: Uncanny X-Men #227

Bonebreaker: Uncanny X-Men #229

Temptress: Uncanny X-Men #233

Longshot: Uncanny X-Men Annual #12

Garokk: Uncanny X-Men Annual #12

Punchout: Uncanny X-Men #235

Archangel: Uncanny X-Men #242
As she absorbed the memories of Apocalypse’s evil, Rogue hesitated and was pushed back by Archangel, who did not pass out.

Mr. Sinister: X-Factor #39
Mr. Sinister was the dominant personality.

Dr. Leonard Samson: Marvel Super Heroes (2nd series) #6

Gateway: Uncanny X-Men #269

Worm: Uncanny X-Men #275

A Phalanx-infected human protype: Uncanny X-Men #305

Bishop: Uncanny X-Men #305

Sabretooth: X-Men Unlimited #3

Bella Donna Boudreaux: Gambit (1st series) #3

Gambit: X-Men (2nd series) #41, Uncanny X-Men #350, X-Men (2nd series) #83, Uncanny X-Men #385

Silver Surfer: X-Men Unlimited #13
When Rogue tried to absorb the surfer she was caught in some kind of feedback effect, that knocked her over. Actually she did not absorb any of Norrin Radd’s cosmic power, but she could tell that he had good intentions.

Phalanx: Uncanny X-Men #343

Joseph: Uncanny X-Men #354

Kali: X-Men (2nd series) #81
Kali’s hand touched Rogue’s face and the visual effect made it seem that some absorption took place. Yet it was not followed upon, and Kali seemed not affected.

Brood Queen: Contest of Champions (2nd series) #4
The Brood Queen dominated and made Rogue absorb various earth heroes.

Hulk: Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5

Spiderman: Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5

Phoenix IV (Jean): Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5, X-Men (2nd series) #104

Scarlet Witch: Contest of Champions (2nd series) #5

Salvo: X-Men (2nd series) #102

Cecilia Reyes: X-Men (2nd series) #102
Though not seen on panel, Rogue absorbs Cecilia Reyes either through physical contact or like Colossus at close proximetry. In X-Men (2nd series) #108 Rogue utilizes the medical knowledge from Cecilia.

Kymri: X-Men (2nd series) #104

Z‘Cann: X-Men (2nd series) #107

A Kree: pilot X-Men Unlimited #29

Beast: X-Treme X-Men Savage Land #4

Iceman: X-Treme X-Men #13
Though it is unknown when Rogue absorbed Iceman, she manifests his power in this issue, so she must have touched and absorbed him at least once.


NO EFFECT
Despite supernatural beings like Loki and Mephisto, there are a few more people whom Rogue could not absorb. Basically they can be split in three different groups :
- No living organic beings
- Aliens
- Power negation / draining

Wonder Man: Avengers Annual #10
Wonder Man is composed of ionic energy.

Vision: Avengers Annual #10
Vision is a synthezoid.

Impossible Man: Uncanny X-Men Annual #7
Rogue got knocked out when she tried to absorb him.

Selene: Uncanny X-Men #184
Selene could drain Rogue’s life-force quicker, than Rogue could absorb her. Finally Rogue passed out.

Ken: Marvel Super-Heroes Summer Special #2
Mystique built the human looking robot to give Rogue happiness, but when she found out that her new lover was a machine, Rogue wasn’t happy.

Leech: Uncanny X-Men #195
Leech touched Rogue’s face and was knocked out, Rogue did not absorb anything.

Scrambler: Uncanny X-Men #211
When Scrambler used his ability on Rogue, he too was rendered unconscious, however Rogue temporary lost all her powers.

Landslide: Uncanny X-Men #360
Landslide belonged to the artificial X-Men built by Cerebro.

Prime Sentinel: X-Men Annual 2000
Though a combination of human tissue and technology, Rogue could not absorb them.

Lady Deathstrike: X-Men Annual 2000
Lady Deathstrike is a cyborg and apparently the technological parts are more dominant than the remaining human parts. Rogue’s power showed no effect.


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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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-26-2003 , 04:00 AM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act V – The Burden and Flame - II

“So conscience does make cowards of us all….” Elmdor stood up, no longer breathing heavily, pain only a distant feeling that existed somewhere in a far-off place. He glared at Testament as the dark gear hoisted his scythe into the air.

“I will not be humbled by your tricks, or your words, human,” Testament shot back slanderously. It seemed then that Elmdor had achieved what Testament was – an unflinching soul that ignored surrounding strife, focusing on a single thing to help or harm as his will saw fit. An acute tunnel-vision of the mind. He watched as the silver-haired swordsman slowly raised his sword in front of him with one hand, casting a sidelong glance at it.

“Some legend, eh? A sword that will not obey its master is no weapon at all.” Elmdor glated disdainfully at the sword and his opponent. “But it can still kill!” Elmdor vanished into thin air with only the slightest glow marking where he had stood. “Don’t lose track now!” he shouted willfully, slashing at Testament’s back. The lone gear reeled in pain, moving to the attack even still.

Elmdor’s body shot up, a tree with a twisted face sprouted underneath his unstable form. Testament missed not a moment of his advantage. “Zeinest!” he cried, jumping back as his extended nails slashed the air in front of him. Elmdor pursued forward, and once again was burned by the bloody web that held him fast.

---

“You’re wrong, Testament – war is not evil. No…it is a necessity.”

“Mock me with such words, do you?” Testament rested his hands on his hips, ever the guilty gear. “War takes away life. I cannot see the good in it. The only things gotten by war are those things which inflate a proud ego, the lies that make the sacrifice seem necessary. Sacrifice for what – a specious cause with an uncertain future? Only humanity would believe such frail reasons!”

“Then you,” Elmdor said to the man with long, jet-black hair standing across from him, “have not seen enough wars.”

“I’ve seen enough war to last me lifetimes!”

“Then you have seen peace as well…and the people who become slaves to that peace, crippled by it. Crippled such that when the enemy attacks like a thief in the night, they are wiped out because they were unawares. Culture…culture does not progress without war, and without war, the value of a life is taken for granted.” Elmdor’s hand fingered the handle of his sword, sensing its use would be impending.

“Show me how great your ‘war’ is, then!” mocked the black-clad warrior. “I’ll show you a lesson in futility!” He spread his hands apart and a crooked staff, crowned by a dark skull, appeared between them. Then, like a slash in the fabric of reality, a red blade, huge and ominous, seemed to attach itself to the head of that staff.

It had begun.


---

“EXE Beast!” Testament yelled, as a purple demon head tore through the roof to clamp its fanged maw onto Elmdor’s leg. By now, the Arch Knight’s clothes were in tatters, and soaked with blood. Every part of his body ached, and his skin was growing cold.

…failed me…why…? Chirijiraden…I need a power, need power now, the power of the shining blue fire…

It’s almost within reach. All you have to do is ask.

I want…I want to stay alive, not die here! I still have promises to keep!

You have in me a most worthwhile ally. You are wise, Mesdoram, very wise…

So be it!


“My spirit of rest shall consume the purest of souls!” Elmdor’s voice screamed out in both pain and ecstasy, ringing with the sound of a second voice not his own. “Almageist!” A wind of dark spirits rushed between he and Testament, blazing over the gear with a relentless fury. He dug his scythe into the roof as the tiles began to blow away, dust left deposited there by the ages kicked up into a furious cloud of grains.

Testament heard more, though; the second voice was still chanting – the voice that did not belong to the man he had just been fighting. Steadying his ground, he rushed forward, ignoring the wailing of spirits that lacerated his skin as he rushed past them. “Be still my soul, foul deeds shall rise; though all the earth o’erwhelm them to mens’ eyes!” His eyes shone and in his body, an unearthly energy welled up again, this time even more powerful than the last. “GENOCIDE…UPROAR!!!” His clothing completely disappeared, revealing his body to bear many magical seals and symbols inscribed all over his pale skin. Under Elmdor, a black portal formed, and like a monumental geyser, the acrid darkest of souls flew high, engulfing the him in an ever-moving flesh-rending pillar that offered no escape.

Save one.

“Aurora!” a commanding voice erupted from inside the miasma, “exhale bloody air! DARK HOLY!” Under Testament, a violet magical well of nether-energy shot forth, each phantom soul smashing the gear higher and higher into the air, his skin torn at like the seams of a rag doll.

Giant cracks began to zigzag across the trembling roof, bursing forth with an unholy energy even as the two immensely powerful spells seemed to congregate. Testament, pulling himself back from an uncertain unconsciousness, clenched his teeth in spite as he saw Elmdor running to leap off the roof. Nobody..nobody had EVER survived the onslaught of the Genocide Uproar. And if it didn’t kill him….Testament would finish the job. Smashing himself into a wave of the continuing Dark Holy spell, using the rising force to rocket his battered body toward the flying form of Elmdor.

“It’ll take more than your best to kill a gear, human! Grave Digger!” He lunged forward in the air, scythe assuming its giant form as it bared down on the surprised Marquis.

He swung with the force of a hurricane, and when he looked down, Elmdor was there no more.

“Impossible…was he obliterated?”

“The game’s up, Testament.” Testament looked up in shock, to see the Chirijiraden stuck into the surface of his great scythe, Elmdor straddling the flat of the blade with his two feet and the imbedded sword. They hung in the air eerily, for a moment. Then, with a push-off as powerful as he could muster, Elmdor yanked his sword from the scythe and rammed Testament in the back.

The two careened downward, toward the massive battle in the chaotic courtyard, just as the roof of the palace was completely obliterated, raining down a hailstorm of sharp shingle pieces and two still-struggling men.

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Krizak Posted: 04-26-2003 , 04:16 AM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Dareon, since Saga Frontier is way too obvious, I'm going to say Way of the Samurai; those words sound suitably samurai-like, and you were obsessed with the game at RI... Now, I summon the Concentrated Heal! Heal Dorrin's warriors with your mighty power!

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Amethyst Posted: 04-26-2003 , 04:19 AM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

*poof* I am the jello of the lamp! Behold my power!

Concentrated Heal on Alma, Shizumaru, and Mint

*boi-oi-oi-oi-oing*


Nothing up my sleeve... Presto! *jiggle*

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Krizak Posted: 04-26-2003 , 04:51 AM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Just a quick couple of votes as I wait for someone to post...

1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung
(SOULS - an essential part of a balanced breakfast.)

1 R-Vote to Testament
(Because you're a badass with a scythe, and all badass scythe-weilders must advance.)

1 R-Vote to Shizumaru
(It's so rare to see a demon so SEXY. ROWR!)

1 R-Vote to Opera
(I must confess; this R-Vote would have been Samus' if Kyle hadn't been such a cheesy wimp, but instead, the other energy-cannon-wielding woman will have to do.)

Concentrated Heal on Alma, Testament, and Shang Tsung
(Had I described these votes, they would have been in the form of a giant OOC orgy. It was only Draco's pleas for mercy that made me relent. )

Mint - 2 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability Used
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-26-2003 , 04:51 AM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Recommended listening- "Enlightenment", Vagrant Story soundtrack.

Canto V + Sine Qua Non + Rotting Wounds


They were all dead.

Alma stepped into the grand chamber of Riovanes Castle, her eyes registering things her mind would not grasp. Blood trailed everywhere, down the steps that led to the great dining table before her, on the great windows that showed a dark and stormy evening...on the wine-dark carpet under her feet. An awful bronze odor, mixed with the smell of a wild animal- a dead wild animal. Decay. The aroma nearly overwhelmed her, but not as much as what she saw next.

Six knights of Riovanes, lying around the dining room table- like pieces of food that a cat had knocked off. But fallen food didn't bleed, didn't smell of bloody excrement, didn't lie on the carpet in pools of its own blood with its entrails carved out and strewn over its proud capes, didn't look up at the black ceiling above with bleeding eyes and wounds that were impossibly heavy...

'A massacre...their wounds, just like that knight guardian in my cell...'

"...uhn...uhnn..."

Alma felt her throat catch, her chest jumping- whenever she was surprised, she'd get hiccups. She sucked them back, an uncomfortable pounding setting into her ears, but she heard the voice and knew its source. Behind the little indoor balcony before her- someone was moaning. She turned back once, looking into the lifeless halls for a moment-

'For God's sake, don't look at it again, don't look at it!'

She rushed down the steps, eager to get the image out of her mind, but it was like running from one spot of Hell to another. Alma grit her teeth; it was the worst she'd seen since that day when Ramza battled Zalmo. Yet things had gone far beyond just mortal combat- gone to...well, insanity. 'They say the circles of hell fill to the brim with madness, after all...'

Alma reached the bottom of the stairs, and turned her gaze away from the bodies of the slain knights almost instantly- they were beyond even her simple Holy Magic, beyond the aid of the amethyst-imbued staff she held in her hand. Horrified, her eyes fell to the right-

"Oh..."

She felt like closing her eyes, but dared not let this sight leave her. The young Knight Blade who'd taken her sat there, against the indoor balcony. His head rested on his shoulder, and one glance told Alma all she needed to know. He was blood and bruises and broken bones and body leaking its most precious fluids, his sword shattered and stuck in his arm, and with double quartets of
horrible gashes dug into his chest. He bled from the crown of his head, a stain on the wall behind it, and his lips were cracked, his youthful, handsome face burning with pain.

Dying.

'Oh...oh, God, not again...' Alma rushed to his side immediately, her hands going to his shoulders- the armor there burned, and she was shocked to find his green robes turned black with char. Again, it was as though the claws that had ripped into him were red-hot...as though with devil's fire. Still she shook him, her heart pounding with concern. "Are you all right!?"

Izlude's head swayed back and forth, and as he turned his head up just a little, Alma gasped. His eyes...

"S...sword...where is it?" Izlude wheezed, his slit, blind eyes narrowed in their blood-caked sockets. "...must... beat... him...please...give me some light." The sightless orbs looked at her, and Alma felt her heart burst from some invisible arrow. "So dark...can't see a thing..."

Alma tentatively reached down, taking hold of his ruined hand. She kept her voice tender, trying to choke back the horror (what monster could blind another human being in such a way?!). "Don't worry. No need to fight anymore..." she said, blowing gently on his mangled brow. "It's all right...stay still, I know some magic..."

Izlude swallowed burning blood, his lips turning up a little at their bleeding corners. He recognized who spoke. "Tell your brother..." he rasped, "the stone...has "evil power"... " His body shook, and he turned his head back and forth. "He's not... my father...the power made him... Lucavi..."

'Vormav...Vormav, his FATHER did this!?'

Alma moaned sympathetically as Izlude pitched forward suddenly, coughing violently. She squeezed his hand and put her arm around his shoulders, trying to brace him, but he only wheezed more. Alma grit her teeth, chafing a part of his shoulder that yet remained unscathed. "Please don't try to talk..." she whispered into his ear. "I know the power of the stone...be still, I'm going to cast a spel-"

Izlude suddenly squeezed her hand, with more power than she thought he had left. He turned his head back to her, his dead eyes seeming to open and look at her as though they yet had sight. Even blinded, the terror- the fear- in Izlude's gaze was unmistakable. "What Ramza said was true..." he said, sending a shiver down her spine. "The world will end... if we don't kill him...tell everyone... not time to fight..." He wheezed, his chest rumbling, and Alma could only whimper in panic- his death was nearing...

"Must cooperate..." Izlude was saying. Then, his hand loosened. "W, where's... my sword? Can't move... my arms..."

She winced- so close to death, and he wanted to make amends. He was thinking of fighting with Ramza, fighting against the evil he'd helped spawn. A brave man...in another time, he and Ramza would have been the best of friends.

Alma swallowed, the memory slamming back into her at full force...but if she could not heal him in time, he had to know. "Don't worry. I saw 'his' body in the hall..." She paused, shuddering again. "My...my brother killed him. So you don't need to fight."

"Really...?" Izlude's voice was relaxed, light. "That's a relief...ahh..."

Alma could not let him continue like this- death was only minutes, maybe seconds away for him. She summoned up all her strength, meager as it was; in her current state, her power had been all but sapped, and she hadn't delved into any magical abilities in the last week. But years of experience couldn't be wiped away in just a week. She clasped her hands on his wounded chest as gently as she could. "Be still...I know it hurts, but it will be better soon..."

Izlude shivered under her touch, but made no response. Alma tucked her head close, breathing gently onto his great wounds. "Ventus benignus vitae, desuper sanas...ventus benignus vitae, desu...desuper..."

The light was there, the spell already complete- but the blood would not dry.

She was shocked. The wounds on Izlude were beyond her ability to heal...

Izlude shifted, suddenly. "The stone is... in my jacket..." he said, his voice filled with horrible resignation. " Give it...to your brother..."

Alma could only reach into his tattered jacket, until her hands found a shining orb hidden close to his chest. She pulled it out, knowing it already to be the Holy Stone Sagittarius. When she drew it out, her little palm was coated in Izlude's blood, but the stone itself remained crystal clear and clean. It felt like she was holding the world in her hands- if Hell were indeed the unfair, cold, uncaring world it was supposed to be.

She slipped it into her shirt, near her chest, and looked to him with her saddest smile. "I'll be sure to do that."

Izlude nodded weakly, or perhaps his head just swayed forward a little. His hand went loose in hers, his ravaged eyelids closing over as his brow relaxed. He looked like a man who'd just crossed the finish line, yet felt no pride, and all he wanted to do was-

"Rest," Izlude said, his voice a broken whisper as his head inched forth. "Ugh...t-tired...sleepy...just...rest now..."

"Y...yes." Alma drew her hands back to his hand again, squeezing it as twin tears broke free. She watched his childlike face settle into a peaceful, dreamy expression, and whispered to him again. "You've earned it..."

She knew he didn't hear it. No sooner had her breath fallen on his cheek than Izlude's head finished slacking, and a small, almost insignificant piece of crystal fell from his tattered lips, into Alma's palm. He died like that, his blinded eyes hidden forever by his dark brown locks, his lips parched from his final breath. He died in pain- pain so great as Alma would never comprehend- but his brows remained relaxed, slightly lifted...as though preparing to smile without actually doing so.

Alma slid the crystal piece into her mouth, kissing it before she swallowed it past the lump in her throat. She bent her head until her own honey-blonde hair hid her eyes, and rested it upon his shoulder.

'I didn't want there to be any more Tetas...I wanted death to be as comforting as possible, yet I could not give you even the slightest relief for your pain, Izlude Tingel. Blinded by your own father...I'm so sorry. No one deserved the fate you were given. I'm sorry I could not alleviate your suffering...'

Strangely enough, Alma thought she felt the stone shake just once when her heartbeat resumed its normal, mournful rate.


---

The old mage was named Ziomer. Alma had heard the legends of the Grand Wizard, Elidibs, a hero of the 50 Years' War who had disappeared- she imagined him looking something like this. A sage, white-bearded and crass, coursing with venomous power. In battling Amethyst, who now lay groaning on the courtyard grass from a lightning spell. The rest of the Five were locked in battle- Alma caught a flash of Daisetsu battling Kashell, and the ninja battling someone she didn't recognize, or didn't have time to spot. The other two female warriors were off somewhere, and she could hear the sounds of combat with them.

That left only her and Amethyst to face Ziomer, for the meantime.


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-26-2003 , 04:56 AM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

(Continued. Recommended listening for the battle- "Ashley vs. Wyvern" part of "Climax of Greilands" suite, Vagrant Story soundtrack. Or hell, any epic duel theme. )

---

This aura...it's like what I felt back then, in Riovanes. Alma leaned on her staff, gripping the spot on her chest where Kashell had stricken her. Ah, my power is great...I feel twice as strong as I have at my peak- and yet, I feel as though...as though I cannot proceed. Hah...I think Daisetsu was wrong in saying I had the 'potential' to be a God...

"Hmm...you're a more welcome sight," Ziomer said, stroking his aged face. "You are a mage, yes? You're a pretty one, you know. Like an angel straight out of paradise."

I could make him eat those words, you know...

Be silent, deceiver.

Trust me, Alma...

Over a cold Hell- and your heartbeat should ensure that, you poor liar. Alma raised her staff as she looked back to the sage, her eyes narrowing. I'll fight him- without your help!

"Let me talk for just this moment, Great Sage Ziomer," Alma said. "I am a Cleric versed in Holy Magic- I am Alma Beoulve, sister of Ramza, the Seeker of Truth- daughter of Balbanes, the Heavenly Knight- friend to Thundergod Cid, to Shizumaru Hisame and to Marquis Mesdoram Elmdor, to Daisetsu, Dorrin, and Jun, and to all those who fight against you. Through the eyes of God, I will keep your destiny free of blood!"

Ziomer chuckled, lifting up a finger that crackled with red lightning. "A good girl- upstanding and virtuous, like they were back in my day. I'll spare you the fifteen-mile talk and get down to business. Shame you'll have to die."

Alma gripped her staff, already powering up her skills. The amethyst flashed, and she delved into an area of her strength she'd not yet touched. A skill of the Time Mage is to best the minute and the second by waiting- to outrun the prize runner while yet walking. This is the Short Charge, the pinnacle of clear, focused concentration...I will show it to you, Ziomer!

You'll miss without my help.

I will be here, Alma. My aura shall pierce his.

"I'm glad," she whispered, and then pointed her staff at the wizard. "Let's go! Dormite, hostes mei, ubi statis!"

It was a wide-range spell, but on a single target it was delivered with maximum focus. The Sleep spell fell in the form of a ball of blue mist that materialized above Ziomer's head, then slammed into him. He staggered once, as though not expecting it- and then sagged to his knees. Alma brightened, glad to see she was still strong enough to penetrate his defenses-

"Huwaaah..." Ziomer looked back up, grinning. "Sorry about that, missy. I'm just so bored today. By the way, die."

His wand shot forward in the blink of an eye, a bolt of 'dark light' firing from it at top speed. "Venite summae tenebrae! Come great darkness- Velvet Death!" The Death spell, designed to strip the soul from the body and thus kill in a heartbeat. It coursed forward in the blink of an eye-

-and slammed full-force into Alma's chest.

Amethyst gaped as he rose up, his eyes registering alarm as Alma fell back to the ground. "Al- Alma!"

"Huh!" Ziomer simply dusted himself off, turning back towards Amethyst. "Sorry about that- such rude interruptions, these days. Now, my boy...where were we-"

"Aahh..."

The old wizard went rigid. He turned again, shock bringing his eyes to the size of dinner plates. The Cleric girl, Alma Beoulve... "Impossible," he breathed. "No one has ever survived that spell..."

Alma was back on her feet, and unscathed. She rubbed at her chest, shaking her head to and fro- and then touched the ponytail that fell over her shoulder, rubbing the curious little hairband tying it up. She smiled at something that neither Ziomer nor Amethyst seemed to see, and her staff lifted again.

"I may fall here, Sage Ziomer..." Alma said, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to die. No...no matter how many blows my body sustains, I can always stand up again. I've been given so much...I can take the same amount." She hooded her eyes, her expression stopping Ziomer from making the slightest move. "And, another thing...no one should have the power you have. No one should be given that sort of power over Death, let alone treat it so lightly...I promise, on the memory of the many touches and kisses laid in this cloth in my hair, that I will-"

"You will mind your tongue and die is what you will do!" Ziomer spun his dread wand, slashing it down like a sword. "Venite summae flammae- come the highest flames! Hellfire!" Again his spell shot forward, this time appearing as huge twin fireballs on either side of his long rod. They gathered on either side of him, yet he remained unscathed, and then they rocketed forward in a huge pillar of streaming red fire.

Alma was ready.

"Per animam meam," Alma said, stretching her staff out low in one trembling hand as the fire slammed into it, "dira te rectus volutare!

Through my heart, I twist the curse back at you!

Her body charged with deep purple light, which the fire coursed through as it came upon her. But her clothes only singed, and tore slightly where Kashell had stripped away part of her shirt. Her arm lifted up high, her palm outstretched as her body shuddered from the magnitude of such a high-level spell- and from it belched the same hellfire, indeed mimicking the command of her words as it twisted back upon Ziomer.

The sage grimaced, insulted at having to dodge his own spell. Yet for one so old, Ziomer was well-renowned for being one of the fastest men of his day. He burst in a dash to the side as the fire crashed into the spot where he'd once been, smoke and flame belching into the air. Ziomer was but a blur in that conflagration, however, and his swoop came back around towards the Cleric. If he hit her with his wand, he could kill her-

"Vente, palle ad silentiam, et lux, da nobis potestatem! Venite Shiva!"

What the- a Reflect spell into a Summon!?

Ziomer skidded to a halt- it was nothing serious, just a low-level eidolon of the Ice element. It appeared behind Alma's figure in a tuft of cold smoke, but gods, was it bright. Azure veils danced around pale blue, naked flesh, as an entity in the guise of a voluptuous young woman with long navy hair came forth. Her bare hips rolled seductively as she passed the concentrating Cleric, but Ziomer was not distracted- until he looked into her eyes. Deep, and cerulean, and bright enough to make him pause...


Then her dancing figure cupped her hands together, and she blew once-

diamond dust

Ziomer set up his barrier at the last instant, a great wall of flames rising up in front of him. Yet the blow was heavy and harsh, stronger than he'd anticipated; a powerful surge of holy ice battered his protective shell, sending steam and smoke back into his face as the huge gust of wind carried shards of frost through the fire. He braced himself against the ground- everything was blue and red and heat and cold for that confusing moment. He'd known she was a Time Mage, and had some skill in ailment magic...but a Summoner?

He had to act quickly. Luckily, he had a spell she couldn't block. Ziomer smiled as the smoke parted to reveal Alma- alone, and without her precious eidolon. His figure glowing with an ominous gray aura, Ziomer placed his wand upon both his forefingers. "I summon the Aura...the murmur and croak of Death and Despair in my Wan-"

"Vermillion Sand!"

He stopped, suddenly, as the purple-robed Amethyst rose up and cast his spell. Ziomer straightened at first, then snorted- the spell was nothing to concern himself with. He braced himself against the ground, the winds battering his robes and offering a slight breeze up his legs, but doing little more.

At least, until it kicked the smoke back into his eyes.

"Aagh!" Ziomer waved the smoke away quickly, struggling to focus again- he couldn't sense the Cleric, there was something wrong with her spiritual self, and the only way to nail her was to see her. His wand at last cleared the smoke aside-

I'm taking it from you, old man.

What the... Ziomer narrowed his eyes, his wand at the ready as the figure of Alma suddenly restored itself. Who speaks?

Why...I'm your angel out of paradise, mm? And it's time to take you home.

"Deus venti, tace inimicos! Venite Silf!"

Alma was there again, her free hand in front of her chest and her staff raised to the heavens. The wind sent her skirt billowing to the side, her hair caught in a great breeze that Ziomer thought smelled of...cherry? The sage frowned again, deciding to skip the barrier and fry her this time. As fast as she was with her Short Charge, he was faster-

"Shh..."

Ziomer heard the whisper in his ear, and he looked up- and there was another entity floating above him. A beautiful woman, like Shiva, but this one was petite, a pixie. Her elven ears were long and delicate, adding to the cute and innocent charm of her young face. She was dressed in a revealing magenta suit that left her shoulders and collar bare, running down over her trim figure. She had detached sleeves, as well, and on her biceps, arms, and legs, there were golden gauntlets shaped like keys.

She hovered in the air quickly, giggling at him, and then spun once, vanishing into sparkling mist- mist that fell over him. Ziomer blinked in utter confusion, then looked to Alma with an amused smirk. "Well, my dear, if you're trying to kill me with pretty women, you..."

He stopped. He spoke again, "well, my dear, if you..."

Nothing was coming out of his mouth. Every word he spoke echoed only in his mind, and in that moment, he felt his power waver.

Alma gazed at him intently, and placed her staff on the ground again. In that quiet, powerful voice of hers, she spoke to him what he feared hearing the most.

"Silence."

---
1 A-Vote to the Five (cram THIS rod up your ass, Ziomer! XD)

1 R-Vote to Opera Vectra
1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung
1 R-Vote to Ky Kiske


And I'll take the 1 A-Vote burn. This is a damn good tournament and I'm more focused on my story than winning because of the amazing atmosphere. I don't know if I've said this yet, but you've all wowed me with your stories- each of you deserve to go on, and I'll be voting for you in the semis and finals. ^_^ Good luck!


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-26-2003 , 05:37 AM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung joins the fray...

The demon-spawned gate opened, and Shang Tsung... No, Anetheron the Destroyer, ruler of all that I survey! ...stepped into the scene of a chaotic battle. An old man, a mage by his appearance, was fighting a cleric girl and a younger mage.

Shinobi, Gemini, Thaumaturge, Paladin... These are like constellations from Outworld. Strange, that. But, it seems like the battle is raging... And more importantly, some souls can be gained here...

Quite a bit of magic was being thrown around, some of it healing in nature. I remember! That scimiar-wielder used a technique to copy spells... What was it again? Ah, I remember! SPIRIT PATTERN! The magic wrapped around his body, though it also affected some others, as well...

With that, Shang Tsung stepped forward, striding to the twins. The more active one was already busy, but the other was sitting back quietly, looking at Shang Tsung with an interested gaze.

"You're interesting... I sense more than one mind in your brain, and that body certainly doesn't belong to you. No... it belongs to some lord or master, not a shapeshifter such as yourself."

The demonic sorcerer gritted his teeth. "This form is mine by right, and I have unlocked all of its powers! Behold the strength of Anetheron the Destroyer, master of the Nathrezim!" With this, he raised his finger, and the Finger of Death came out from it again.

The girl was quite surprised. "That... actually hurt... But you will not get another hit on me!" Her eyes widened, and seemed to glow a bright, bluish color.

Suddenly, Shang Tsung could hear his curtain of souls tear aside, and the mental probe of that girl broke through. The sorcerer tried to raise his defenses again, but the girl's mind was too quick, and she immediantly acted on the part of him that she feared most.

Shang Tsung could feel his body return to normal. The hooves became shoes, the horns receded, his hair returned, and the great wings also shot back into his shoulders. But, it was the loss of power that Shang Tsung mourned most. His own body seemed so pale and weak by comparison...

So, he gathered his energy, and fired a soul at the girl. "I shall make you pay for this!"
---

1 A-vote to the Four (Five).

I use Spirit Pattern to mimic Mint's Concentrated Heal. The targets are Mint, Mal'Ganis, and Shizumaru.

Shang Tsung is combating Miriko

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Slipstream Posted: 04-26-2003 , 06:06 AM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

*yawns*

Gods, I have oversleeping. I'll just throw my votes out before getting down to the duel, once I decide who to fight.

Daisetsu ability: Distance Charge, on Yuri and Testament.

Kashell ability: Spirit Pattern to copy Mint's Concentrated Heal (the last ability was another Spirit Pattern, but I don't think mimicking a mimic ability counts)

Powered-up A-Vote to the Five! ("Four, Sir!") ("Four!")

R-Votes to Testament, Shang Tsung. 'Concentrated Heal' doubled R-Votes on Sol, Ky, Mal'Ganis.


People like you. People who plan out every little detail of their lives.

You could never understand me.

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Dry31 Posted: 04-26-2003 , 06:14 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"The game’s up, Testament."

He heard the voice of his opponent, the silver swordsman, coming from behind and ABOVE him. His eyes widening, he looked to the blade of his scythe...and saw Elmdor standing on the blade, his sword stabbed into the blade.

What in the seven hells?! How can this be?

And then Elmdor leaped, ripping his blade up out of the scythe...leaping at Testament. Stunned and unable to use his weapon momentarily, there wasn't much Testament could do in the split second before Elmdor slammed into his back, sending them both flying off the ruined roof of the palace. Both screaming cries of rage, they fell...for those two warriors, time itself seemed to slow down as they continued their battle, exchanging punches, kicks, elbows, and knees, attempting to determine the answer to the only question that really mattered at this point; who would hit bottom first. Finally, it seemed Elmdor gained the upper hand with a solid kick to Testament's chest. The Gear dropped lower, and it seemed that he would be the one to slam into the ground below first, cushoning Elmdor's fall. But Testament had a different idea. His free arm lashed out, creating a Zeinest in midair, about 20 feet up. With a mental command, he immediately triggered the trap around himself, stopping his fall dead. A horrified Elmdor continued to drop, falling past Testament. Reaching out, he managed to snag the Gear's ankle, wincing in pain as the sudden stop wrenched his arm...and then the Zeinest ripped.

---

The old man's face twisted from a look of silent horror to a building rage. Reaching into his cloak, he withdrew a small vial, downing it before anyone could try to stop him. His eyes bulged for a moment...then he coughed. Aloud. His voice hoarse, Ziomer spoke again, his ancient face twisted into a mocking sneer...

"Echo Screen...no mage should ever be without it! Mwahaha...eh?"

It was only then that he noticed the shadow over him...only then that he thought to look UP.

---

Testament and Elmdor hit the ground at roughly the same time. Thankfully, the Zeinest had helped to reduce the speed of the impact considerably; thus, both warriors suffered only minor damage on the impact. In fact...the landing wasn't nearly as hard as it should have been. Neither warrior stopped to ponder this fact, though; both came quickly to their feet, their eyes watching each other like hawks, neither noticing the shocked looking Alma standing nearby. Finally, the black clad Gear spoke, his voice seething.

"Enough! Continuing this fight is pointless. If you truly wish to find death, seek me out later and we shall finish this...but for now, let us table this issue and shed the blood of those who truly deserve it!"

"...agreed."

The two warriors turned, heading off to join the battle with the remaining Three. It was only then that the Fourth, the one who had so kindly cushioned the fighters' fall with his body, managed to speak...

"Ohhhh...my feeble old man hip..."

---

1 D-Charged A-Vote to The Four(Now better known as the Three? XD)
1 R-Vote to Mint.

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Baka Posted: 04-26-2003 , 07:17 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

*looks at votes*

...ow.

Last A-vote to the boss, Strafed Fire to the boss, removing a R-vote from Alma.

I'll hit the boss in a bit.


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

"I'm not good- looking enough to be party leader." - Robin Cook

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Wayne Posted: 04-26-2003 , 08:30 AM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In this entry....

Absolutely nothing. Can't think of a single darn thing to write. Nice job with the duel, though; Draco. There's been very little story posts besides the bosses, and I'm not messing with that; not only is it not Mal'Ganis's style to jump into anything, it's also boring to do what everybody else is. So... here's the rest of the votes.

A-vote to Ky. Hey, man; at least you're in good company.
Clarification: Complaining about your apparent demise in a tourney, then attempting to get people to change old votes in your favor, and complain when someone A-votes you anyway =
A-vote to Opera.

R-vote to Mint.
(As requested.)
R-vote to Yuri. (Not as though it'll do any good. :/ You had a good run, though; Slip; and you did a heck of a lot better work than me in this one.)

Looking forward to the semis. Put on a good show for us.


"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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Baka Posted: 04-26-2003 , 08:38 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

...ok, so I got a little annoyed, Wayne. But I never asked anyone to change their votes. Please get your facts straight.


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Baka Posted: 04-26-2003 , 08:45 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 5:6 - The Midnight Carnival

The battle raged - and Ky's eyes turned to one thing.

Kotetsu.

"Shizumaru-san!"

Japanese.. must protect Japanese...

"Man, that's a big sword!"

These thoughts flashed through his head - the last coming from Jason next to him.

Ky scowled. "Jason.. merci again for your help. It seems our battle is here.. will you fight with me?"

Jason grinned. "Sure, Ky. I'll help however I can."

And the two charged in.

-----

Shizumaru - no, Ameki, jumped swiftly out of the way, his blade wavering, looking for somewhere to strike. Kotetsu's claymore smashed into the ground beside him once more, and the young boy siezed an opportunity, sprinting forward, sword whipping around - and the ninja wasn't there, somersaulting high into the air. A spray of kunai flew down from Kotetsu's outstretched hand, one ripping into the sleeve of Shizumaru's kimono. The demon growled...

... "Stun Edge!" - and a bolt of lightning smashed into the ninja's side, taking him completely unaware. As Kotetsu dropped to the ground, Ameki turned to glare at Ky. "This... is.. MY fight!" he growled, and Ky smiled.

"No. This is everyone's fight, for everyone wishes to survive. Whether you have fallen along the way, or clawed your way back up from the depths, this where it comes down to it. This is our mission, and he is our enemy - and we have to stop him together!"

Behind him, Jason grinned. This was more like it - end game now, everyone rallying together to defeat the boss. Even the kid over there - although Shizumaru didn't look too thrilled... but that wasn't the time to worry about things like this, as Kotetsu was retaliating, his sword slicing through the air towards Ky, who blocked it, his muscles straining, with the Fuuraiken.

Shizumaru growled, and struck, sword sinking into the ninja's back. Kotetsu screamed, and vanished into smoke, seeping away from the sword, reforming behind - "Jason!"

Jason spun round, before a fist knocked him across the ground - he slid across the plaze to smack into a wall. "Jason!" Ky screamed, launching himself at the ninja - but his attacks were blind now, in his rage, and the ninja parried them easily. Shizumaru launched another volley in, and Kotetsu swung his sword around, throwing them both away from him.

The ninja smiled, a flat smile. "You three are not enough to defeat me.. for I am far more powerful than my brother!" - and then he pitched forward, stumbling and turning to face his new assailant.

"Reckon you can handle four of us then?"

Yuri Hyuga was the most welcome sight Ky Kiske had ever seen.

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Sorry 'bout the crapness there... I don't know enough about Shizumaru and Jason to write them well. Curley, you said you wanted Jason to get beaten up... heh.

Sorry 'bout the double post. Over to you, Slip.


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Wayne Posted: 04-26-2003 , 08:52 AM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

No, Baka; you didn't. What I saw, though; was you complaining, Dry and Slip both agreeing to change their votes on your behalf; and you thanking Dry (didn't see any reply to Slip; but then, I think he changed his again) for it. I calls 'em as I sees 'em, and I'm pretty sure I have my facts in order.

In truth I put the votes the way I did to see what your reaction would be; left to my own devices I'd have A-voted Yuri (since Slip is going out no matter what) and R-voted you (since with some work on your part you might just be back in). However, you didn't surprise me, so they stand.

It's not singling you out, though. Next round I fully intend on hitting Carly and/or Luna (not to single those two fine ladies out; but are the prime offenders that come to mind) from beyond the grave if they continue their antics; and anyone else that continues complaining about getting voted out or whatever. If one thing galls me about these tournaments, it's the inevitable politicking in the attempt to "win."


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m121akuma Posted: 04-26-2003 , 08:58 AM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

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

Dan vs. Minako!

FIGHT!

Dan stood toe to toe with a beautiful young woman, garbed in full ninja clothing. An aura of power seemed to be released from the young foe, but Dan remained unimpressed. A bitch is still a bitch.

Dan: Well well, so you're the ho these losers have been so afraid of. I don't see anything special.

Minako: Well, you have much to learn, foolish one.

Dan snarled and made a running charge at Minako, who dashed to the left, easily dodging the Pimpmasta. Dan used the momentum of his charge to make a backflip towards the ninja, swinging his cane. However, Minako easily parried it out of the way. She came up to Dan with an uppercut to the stomach.

HOLY SHIT!!!

It felt as if every organ in Dan's body was ruptured at once. He fell to his knees, his hands on the ground to give him support. He began coughing up blood, a drop of which landed on his jacket. Suddenly, his eyes became red with rage.

Dan: YOU BITCH!!!

Dan reared his palm back, as a cloud of baby powder surrounded it. Enough was enough.

Dan: SHINKUUUUUUUUUU....PIMPSMACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When the cloud of powder dissipated, the young ninja was on the floor, a large, red mark on her cheek.
***
A-Vote to the Four

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Baka Posted: 04-26-2003 , 09:09 AM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Wayne - ...fair enough.

I stand destroyed by my own actions.

(PS, I did ask Slip not to change his vote, but he did it anyway - but I'm not gonna justify myself anymore. I'll take the burn )


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Psycho Power J Posted: 04-26-2003 , 10:06 AM

Still nothing here to see

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

Damn. Nearly missed the whole round. Well, I assume that sidekicks aren't affected by whole personality reversal, so:

---------------

Yuffie stretches with a yawn as she gets out of bed. After that battle with some Kashell, she was left exhausted and hurting. Then after some guy with a sword talked inside her head, she was warped to some other place again, and separated from the people she met. After wandering around, she was able to stay in a hotel, with some money that she swiped from somewhere.

"Much better," Yuffie says cheerfully.

Now rested, Yuffie decides to take a look around wherever she ended up in. She opens a window, and after a look around to evaluate her position, then she jumps through and lands on top of a nearby building.

Hopping over roof tops, she finds that this town is very clean and orderly. There are plenty of shops, some appearing interesting and she would have taken some time to take a look, has she not notice some of the people that were wandering around. She recognizes them as some of the ones that were in the city that was being attacked. Yuffie follows them, figuring that she'll probably end up seeing that guy who might be able to send her back home. She assumed correctly, spotting him with the rest as they enter a palace. She then follows them inside.

As soon as she enters, she is surround by heavy mist. It clears up immediately as she continues forward, and Yuffie finds the people she was following engaged in battle with five others. Four, Yuffie corrects herself, seeing as one of them, an old man, is laying on the ground and being trampled.

"Here we go again," Yuffie says, shaking her head. She readies herself for battle.

"Ha!" Yuffie sends her Conformer spinning towards a woman in armor. Minako notices the shuriken heading for her and manages to dodge just in time. Yuffie jumps up and catches the Conformer in the air as it returns. Then she hits the ground running, joining the battle.

---------------

A-vote to the Five/Four/Three/Whatever

R-Vote to Jun
R-vote to Mal'ganis

1 A-vote left
1 R-vote left


EDIT: I really should make sure I read and understood all the posts. I got out of sync of the fighting.

Anyway, Yuffie is fighting Minako and Miriko.

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-26-2003 , 10:16 AM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: Lunar 2: Eternal Blue - Boss Battle

Moby? was the thought that soared through King's head. While she and Rogue struggled against Minako, picking herself back up after Dan's pimp blitz, she caught a glimpse of the alternative musician studying the battle between Shang Tsung and Miriko.

...that bitch is a psychic. It's obvious. Those are ESP waves.

What the man Yuri said...fighting as a means to an end. Alright.


Bruce dashed towards Dan Hibiki, who was celebrating his premature victory.

"YAHOOIE! I whipped that bitch's ass, all for you POPS!" Bruce took his hand, and placed in it the MP3 player.

"You're Joe's friend, right? You'll want this."

"An MP3 player? Nice shit!" Dan switched the device on.

Cue song: Scarface - No Tears

The Gray Hulk tapped in, and turned back and gave Dan a thumb's up.

"Hey. Watch me whup this bitch."

"You're gonna whup that bitch? Fresh-as-fuck!"

Joe Fixit returned to the battle between Shang Tsung and Miriko. The sorceror began to weaken the psychic with a pure soul projectile, but Miriko found her strength in her chain ball, binding Shang down for a few seconds.

KUSANAGI! Start reading your shitty poetry!

FUCK you. *ahem* My mother plowed for me a rice field. She worked her hands to the bone, but against darkness she acted as my shield. My mama loved me.

LOUDER!

I SAW MY FRIEND DIE BEFORE MY EYES. I COULD NOT DO ANYTHING, MY PAIN I TRIED TO EMPHASIZE. BUT I TRIED TOO HARD TO MOURN HIS DEATH, I COULD NOT BECAUSE I ... DID NOT LOVE HIM...


The Gray Hulk strangled Miriko, his own presense undetected.

"The...who're you?!" demanded the psychic. Joe Fixit only strangled harder; but Miriko teleported before he could snap her neck.

She'll probably try and land on top of us. We need to change our mass, now! Kyo, you're in! Joe tossed Kyo by force into the fray, and just as he had predicted, Miriko landed on top of where the Gray Hulk's back used to be. She fell, but Kyo caught her with a backfist to the gut.

"...ugh...I felt that! ... What an adorable excuse for a strategy you've developed!" Miriko picked herself up, taking her ball and chain and transforming it into the Dominarin, a tiara.

"And what a cute little magic trick for such a cute little girl, hmm?" Kyo responded. "Who the hell are you? Sailor Fucking Moon? Gonna cut me up with your little tiara?"

Shang Tsung was subsequently freed of the ball and chain and rushed Miriko to knock her down, but she began using powerful psychic waves to push him back.

"What? Pathetic cowardice!" The sorceror roared.

"You die later. But..." Miriko faced Kyo. "...I couldn't feel your mind anywhere. Why is that?"

"Shut the fuck up and come at me already!" Kyo shouted with utmost impatience, tapping his foot, and taking his hand to his mouth in a faux pas cigarette motion. "Shit! I need a cig!"

"Your head must be a curious one. I'll see what's inside." Miriko took her hand to her head and disappeared, teleporting...into Kyo's mind. What she found was a room of pure crystal, as if she had been transported into the center of a diamond. Kusanagi was on a center platform, taking the control, while Bruce Banner, the Savage Hulk, the Gray Hulk, and the Professor were standing around him observing the action.

...she's here.

Well, what do you know; a visitor. I'm sorry madame, but you simply do not have an inkling of a chance of survival here...for you see, we are in our element.


"But, in your mind, you see, I am free to toss you gentlemen like rag dolls while my psionic link with my sister is rendered...severed."

The other girl! You share the attacks rendered onto each other!

"And we both benefit from the temporary disconnection."

What?! She's here?! Kyo stepped down from the platform; but in doing so, he fell asleep outside.

"A stupid time for that boy to fall asleep," muttered Shang Tsung.

Miriko took off her tiara, rendering it into a primitive ball and chain once more. She swung it full force at the Gray Hulk. Briefly stunned, he grabbed the ball while the Hulk sucker punched her. Miriko flew for just an instant when she teleported right behind the Hulk, she shot out a spiritual chain rendering him bound.

HULK WANT SMASH! HULK WANT SMASH!

We need to kill that ball and chain! Once it ensnares us, we're useless! Kyo, distract her!

On it!


Kyo dashed into battle, and leapt over the psionic waves he predicted would be aimed at his feet.

You need some variety in your skillz!

Kyo was about to land with a kick to the back of Miriko's head, but she teleported; when Kyo asked himself where she went, Miriko grabbed him.

"What were you saying about variety?! All you guys were doing were holding me down! ... And I bet you were coping feels too!"

Huh?! Me cop a feel?! Never, not on a no-tit blunder like yourself!

"'No-tit wonder?!'" Miriko, still standing with Kyo, kicked him square in the balls.

AHH!!! The HELL you do that for?! And how the hell should that really feel like my balls were kicked?!

"Don't you know?! The world is in the mind, after all; the materialism you see around you outside is nothing more than one reluctant mind, that of one who's still trying to convince himself that there really was a reality at one point!"

...The world is in the mind?! These words were familiar.

I don't much appreciate your bullshit. The Gray Hulk, who was in hiding the whole time, gave Miriko a barrage of fierce punches to her back, so powerful Kyo could feel them as she still held onto him.

OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!!! STOP THAT SHIT, IT HURTS!

The Gray Hulk grabbed Miriko's shoulder and quickly flung her to the cold, hard ground.

"...I haven't felt that much pain in a long time, Hulks."

Professor! Your healing factor is greater than all of ours since Hulk is still on the floor. Take control!

Of course. I'm right on it.
Outside, the Professor's body took over, transforming from Kyo Kusanagi's form.

"...He is also well versed in the arts of transformation? Why, I thought I was going to be lonely," Shang Tsung said, curiously.

"But do you know...just how depressing it is to learn that all of this is truly your own mind's will? That the freedom you possess is limited by your own arrogance? If we weren't so weak, the mind would be controlled at our own free wills."

The Gray Hulk walked over to Miriko, and dragged her to a wall. He punched it open, as hard as he could; a gaping hole formed, outside, in the head of the Professor.

"That's interesting..." Shang Tsung said to himself.

Shut up. There's a real world out there; it's time you feel it, psychic.

"Whatever..."

Joe Fixit chucked Miriko outside; she teleported, and her psychic presence returned as a full fledged body. The hole in the Professor's head returned to normal, and the Gray Hulk took control again.

"Dan, turn that MP3 player off now."

Dan Hibiki, who'd been staring at the sky the whole time, complied.

"Do I have to dawg? This Scarface shit is REAL."

"Yeah, it's real." Gray Hulk emphasized. He turned back to Miriko. "Isn't it real?"

***

A-Vote! The Five!

***

Dan Hibiki can now call on Gray Hulk no matter what form Bruce Banner is in last! Just use Cue song: Scarface - No Tears!


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m121akuma Posted: 04-26-2003 , 10:32 AM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

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

*OOC*Damn good stuff, Pin. I think I'm gonna like this *OOC*


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Krizak Posted: 04-26-2003 , 10:43 AM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Quick votes, in case I don't get this done in time...

1 A-Vote to The Boss of Indeterminate Number (Five? Four? Three? One Hundred and Seventeen? :P)
(We will, we will ROCK YOU!)

1 A-Vote to Daisetsu
(Not like any of them are dying in this round...)

Mint - 0 A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Ability Used
Battling Under The Lord Dorrin

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Exeter Posted: 04-26-2003 , 10:53 AM

Rock You

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

A-vote against the boss
Pyroclasm on the boss, Dorrin and Jun

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Slipstream Posted: 04-26-2003 , 10:54 AM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Yuri Hyuga II - More Bloody Ninjas

Oh, just great, not another bloke in black 'he who stalks the night' clothes. Hasn't anyone around here got any originality?

"You dare to attack me from behind?" the ninja snarled, pivoting and lashing out with his oversized fan,. "Have you no sense of honour or decency?" The black-clothed man seemingly ignored his previous opponents as he turned on the newcomer.

Yuri brought his fists up as the sharpened metal edge bit into the claws, gritting his teeth as the vast weight of the Oriental weapon forced him back. "C'mon, look at me, "he grinned through a clenched jaw, "fist-claws, leathers, steel toe-capped boots? Do I really look like the kinda person to play fair?"

His boasts ended as the ninja twisted his grip on the great fan, touching the metal decorations around its handholds. The Harmonixer flew backwards as kunai projected from each bar, one thrusting into his gut and knocking him to the floor. An instant later the vast floating claymore swooped down at him, attempting to sever his head, scraping the ground as he bit back his pain and rolled aside.

"Are you any better, using such a trick?" Ky shouted, getting the ninja's attention, trying to stop him from killing the fallen man. He was reminded of Anji as he charged, dashing into a slide and slashing out at the man's legs. The Thunderseal bit into the vast fan, fully three feet in height, as the ninja thrust it into the ground and absorbed the impact.

Before Ky could raise the Aquaseal to slash at the man's body the ninja gripped the fan, wrenching it upwards with both hands as the folded weapon opened up. The hurricane-level wind of the fan's opening hurled the knight backwards, smashing his body into a fence and splintering the wood into several large pieces.

The ninja smirked as the great claymore shot forwards, screeching and grating against the crossed defense of Ky's twin weapons - Where'd he get the water sword? Yuri wondered as he staggered to his feet - as they pressed the man into the ground. Even from behind he could feel, almost see the man's smile as his summoned blade forced down on the holy knight -

"You battle is with me, Kotetsu!" a low voice rose from across the courtyard, and as Yuri leapt forward to strike again at the man's back - screw honour! Honour is for the rich, the bored and the dead! - the ninja moved to counted a strike by Shizumaru. No, not Shizumaru; the samurai's voice was almost the same, the same throat and lips, but altered harshly by his transformation.

"My battle is with all and none of you," the ninja smirked, spreading the fan to block the simultaneous strike from parasol and nodachi as the aerial demon glided with its - his - wings. The summoned sword still bit into Ky's defense as he strained to keep it away. "I have no personal reason to fight such weaklings - why would I be interested in your petty lives?"

As Yuri's claws moved to smash into the ninja's back again - at least he knew his name now, and didn't have to suffer third-person posteuring - Kotetsu brought one hand into his chest and made some kind of seal symbol. Instantly he disappeared from sight, Yuri's strike thrusting through empty air as the man vanished and reappeared in the distance, and the Harmonixer almost collided with the descending demon.

"Guess you got monster problems too, huh, kid? It won over you, or are you using its power?" he asked as he launched himself backwards, getting space between himself and Shizumaru as Kotetsu brought the floating claymore over and hammering it into the earth between them.

Shizumaru's chuckle, or the demon's or whatever it was calling itself, answered Yuri's question as the winged, white-skinned boy darted forwards and lashed out at the ninja. This time he used the red claws that grew from his fingers; the faster but weaker strike leapt past Kotetsu's defense and bit fiercly into the cloth that covered his chest, leaving bloody trails in the ninja's chest.

"You could say both or neither, soul-binder," the semi-samurai replied mockingly as he ducked under the fan's countering slash, striking low with Shizumaru's nodachi at the man's legs, gliding back on his wings as the claymore homed in on its master's attacker. "After all, this boy is part of my essence and I part of his - nothing like you and your separate souls."

"Nevertheless..." a voice said from behind them both, and Yuri glanced to the side to see Ky rise again, trails of lightning and water streaming from the blades in his hands. "If we wish to retain our souls, our very lives, we must fight!"

Taking that as his cue, Yuri yelled out as they both attacked, Yuri darting in close as Ky circled the arena and blasted arcs of lightning from one blade. Kotetsu grinned fiercely as his claymore moved around his body, seemingly moving with a mind of its own as it blocked every bolt while he tore Yuri's attacks apart with the great fan. One punch got through, belting the ninja in the shoulder, then he was thrown backward by the rising force of the fan as the ninja thrust upwards.

Shizumaru immediately struck again, nodachi flashing in his hand - for some reason, the demon preferred the slashing edge of the blade to the gentle force of the blunt parasol. Time and time again the ninja blocked the strikes with his fan or guarded forearms, hurling Ky back with the flat of the summoned blade, then it swooped in again to force the demon backwards to avoid decapitation. It collapsed over Yuri's fallen body; both demonic men had no time as the claymore moved -

The explosion rocked the arena; Kotetsu's body lit up in flame as something smashed into him with the force of a cannon. Both Yuri and Ky gasped in shock at the sudden strike, although the holy knight at least recognised the technology that was responsible. A young boy lay against a wall, breathing heavily, smoke streaming from both ends of a great metal weapon he'd apparently pulled from some kind of bag.

"Jason!" the knight blurted out in relief. "You're okay! And just in time too - "

His voice cut off as the smoke cleared. Kotetsu was grinning, the summoned claymore hovering in front of his body, having blocked the entire force of the shot. It instantly shot outwards, making Jason yelp in surprise as he threw himself to the side and abandoned the bazooka as the claymore smashed into the wall overhead.

Dammit! We need to get that sword out of action!

As Shizumaru and Ky moved to attack again, striking high and low in unwilling alliance while Jason dug into his bag for some other weapons, Yuri clutched his hands to his head and screamed out as the usual pain of Fusion split his temples. When the light faded the Raging Tiger stood in his place, the humanoid cat-like figure baring its claws and flexing its tail.

"Hmmm?" Kotetsu snickered as the humanoid leapt to attack. "You think a transformation will give your attacks any better chance of succeeding?" He brought the fan back in defense as the claymore slashed outwards to attack the Fusion, intending to tear straight through the tiger's skinny form -

"Not my attacks," Yuri grimaced as he grabbed the summoned blade in his arms, trying to ignore the pain its sharp edges were inflicting onto him, and clamped down with all his telekinetic power as he struggled to keep the claymore motionless. Normally he used the Raging Tiger's psychic ability to throw rocks at an opponent from a distance, but if ever there was a time for improvisation, this was it. "Theirs."

"Now!" Ky shouted, as Yuri held the claymore still through force of will alone, leaving Kotetsu with only one weapon to defend himself. The holy knight seized the chance he'd been given and leapt in with both blades, hammering the great fan down with one and thrusting the other into the ninja's shoulder. Shouting in pain, Kotetsu brought the fan up and knocked his attacker away, hurling a hail of shurikens after him which sank deep into the knight's chest.

Yuri snarled through beastly jaws as he saw the attack, but as long as he kept clamping down on the summoned blade, he couldn't do anything to help. Much as he wanted to tear the bastard's throat out with his teeth, he couldn't move - the claymore was too dangerous to be allowed free movement. He watched in impotent rage as the samurai attacked again, drawing blood from the ninja's legs from a kodachi's strike, then Kotetsu grinned once more through a black mask as Shizumaru was knocked to the ground and his fan moved to strike -

- and yelled out in unexpected pain as a vast animal leapt down on him from above, biting and snarling and mauling at his shoulders.

"Vader!" Jason yelled in relief as the werewolf clung to the ninja's back, changed into a far nastier form than usual by the darkness and duplicity of the night city they fought in. Then as a red glow lit the ninja's eyes, his gut twisted in fear for his friend and he tried to cry out a warning. "Get away from him, he's danger-"

The fanboy's words cut off in a cry of shock as Kotetsu's razor-edged fan sliced through Vader's flesh, yelping as he fell to lie silent at the ninja's feet. "Hmmmph..." Kotetsu snorted, looking distainfully at the fallen form, "if a boy, a man, a half-tiger and a demon cannot take me, what chance does a merest mutt have?"

The silence was palatable as Jason's eyes narrowed, his voice catching in his throat in shock, then bursting past in a cry of rage. "VAAAAADERRRRR!! I'm gonna kill you for that!" His eyes flashed as he dug into his bag, snatching ingredients up and clasping them together in his hands, focusing his will tightly on the mushroom and chunk of iron and drawing out their internal energies to mix together. Never mind the strength of the attack - as strong as the ninja was, he'd likely survive this, but that didn't mean he couldn't make Kotstsu bleed.

"RAZOR DUST!" he cried out, opening his hands and letting the power loose.

The cloud burst outwards from the boy's hands, carrying his grief and rage and pain as blasted towards the ninja, standing over the still body of his closest friend. This time there was no claymore to block the blow; all four competitors could hear the cry of shock as the razor dust bit deeply into the raised fan, tearing it to shreds of wood and metal and cloth, then carried on through the broken weapon and into the ninja's body.

---

Obviously Vader isn't dead, just badly wounded - nothing a healing spell or potion won't fix. Jason just thought he was at the time.


People like you. People who plan out every little detail of their lives.

You could never understand me.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:01 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

R-vote to Ky.


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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Slipstream Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:03 AM

Maester of Monsters

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard Within My Mind

Heh, 83 characters over the limit...

Wayne, I didn't change my votes because Baka asked me to - I just realised that he (and Ex) seemed to be putting a lot into this tourney and deserved to go through to the final, even if they've both won before and others deserved a chance to do so. Baka made some good points in IRC, even if he pretty bitter when he said them - kicking a good writer down just because he's written well before seems kinda unfair to me.

Let's not let this degenerate into a pissy fit over the voting, aye?

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Krizak Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:13 AM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Phase Five (Uncertainty): Irresistible Forces

The mace struck against the crossed gauntlets once again, sending a resounding clang across the courtyard as Dorrin and Minako did battle. The enormous warrior cleric sported several injuries so far, the most significant of which was the broken arm which hung loosely on his left side. Minako wasn't faring much better, though; she bled profusely from several wounds, each one a constellation of puncture wounds caused by the bite of Dorrin's mace. The young woman smiled despite her injuries, though, a low chuckle escaping her lips. "I didn't think an An'ven would be able to put up such a fight. But you failed to consider one thing."

Dorrin opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted as a man in elabortate Oriental garb slammed into his back with an unnatural force. The great cleric stumbled forward, only to meet the empowered fists of Minaka dead on. The force of the blow caused the giant man to go skidding across the ground, finally stopping in a cloud of dust. Stunned, Dorrin looked up and saw the twin of Minako floating a metre above the ground, her chain ball twisting around her like a boa constrictor. Behind her, a man in a pink gi, a young girl in a green sweater and a great green giant laid moaning in pain, her power having been far too much for them to handle.

"You failed to consider me." Miriko smirked as she flexed her psionic ability once again, lifting the great cleric off of the ground and holding him suspended in front of her. "My mind is guided by the will of the Church..."

"...as are my fists!" Minako ran up to the suspended warrior, drawing back her fists for the finishing blow. "And you shall feel their righteous fury!"

"Purple, Normal, Kinetic!" The cry rang out across the courtyard, and Minako found herself flying through the air. Somersaulting at the height of her flight, she managed to land feet first. She quickly looked back at her attacker: a young girl with red hair, holding two silver rings. "You want to talk about righteous fury? I'm the one with the right to angry right now! All you two have is right to feel my magic power tear you apart!"

Miriko also turned her attention to Mint, dropping Dorrin to the ground in the process. "Oh ho... Mint, is it? You wish to challenge us all by yourself? Alright, then!" Focusing her mind once again, she concentrated on Mint, lifting the young mage off the ground as though she were a rag doll. With a wave of her hand, she threw Mint into one of the walls of the courtyard; with another, the princess went flying into an old fountain, the sculpture at it's centre crumbling at the impact. The third blow was accompanied with a sickening crack, Mint crying out in pain as she felt her leg break.

Finally, the psionic warrior held her pinned against the wall, as her twin approached. Minako grinned. "My sister might have softened you up, but I'll deliver the final blow, for she knows how much I enjoy it." Mint struggled against the psychic grip, but was only able to watch as the warrior prepared her final attack. "Prepare yourself for Hell, heathen!"

"Green, Hyper, Nightingale!" The prismatic glow washed over Mint less than a second before the great blow landed, and though it still hurt a bit (I've never felt anything through that spell before!), Mint remained unscathed. Using the momentary distraction to her advantage, she cried out, "Gold, Hyper, Ringstorm!"

Hundreds of golden rings of energy suddenly filled the air around Mint. They hovered for a moment, before they began to fly around at incredible speeds, guided by their creator's thoughts. The young princess dropped to the ground as the two sisters were both distracted by the energy rings, which had begun to attack them. Miriko tried to deflect them individually as them came for her, but there were too many of them for her to deal with, and with a cry she fell out of the air, cuts criss-crossing her body.

Minako, however, only laughed as the rings cut across her. "Your powers aren't enough to save you from God's wrath! I call upon you, Double-Edge! Assist me in defeating the heretics!" Her gauntlets glowed with a golden light, and a suit of golden armour materialized around the young woman, shielding her from the vicious Ringstorm. Her eyes, visible through the slit in the helmet, glowed a dull red as she charged towards Mint, her wild bloodlust driving her to tear everything she saw to pieces.

Can't run away on this leg... All my magic power is spent... Oh, [expletive]...

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New Spells Revealed!
Kinetic
- Purple/Normal - Delivers a powerful telekinetic blow that drives the target back

Ringstorm - Gold/Hyper - Golden energy rings fill the air around Mint. She can then control them with her thoughts, though they'll dissipate if she loses her concentration. The number of rings depends on the magic energy used; one ring can be created with minimal energy, while hundreds can created by using Mint's full energy reserve.

Oh, and as for voting schemes and the like... *points at the name of the tournament*

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Wayne Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:14 AM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

A lot of people are putting a lot into this tournament. I was kind of surprised to go back and notice that I, for one; was one of the least active "regular" participants; many people had posted multiple times per round of generally decent length, and the writing here has (for the most part, anyway) been a notch above many of the old tournaments. There's easily a half-dozen people so far who, I think; "deserve" to win.

kicking a good writer down just because he's written well before seems kinda unfair to me.

And like I said in IRC, I really don't think that's what this is about. Baka's a good writer who knows how to play the game; asking for votes, telling an interesting story, interacting with other people, etc. In my opinion he gets voted out right about this time because other people who are equally "charismatic," for lack of a better word, are posting better-written material and doing more. *shrugs* In my opinion. As cynical as I am as regards these things, for the most part tourney semifinalists/finalists have deserved to make it that far.

Seriously... I can't help thinking that this is tradition, too. Knew we couldn't have a Survivor without Wayne bringing up something, eh? *chuckles* At least this is pretty minor, but still... I'm reminded just how unwelcome my outspokenness is sometimes.

*waits patiently for round to close*


"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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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:18 AM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Due to unforseen circumstances, I will be gone for the next 5 hours. The round is open until then.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-26-2003 , 11:19 AM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

R-vote to Mint.

Aaaand I'm out :E


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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Psycho Power J Posted: 04-26-2003 , 12:10 PM

Still nothing here to see

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

"Oooooh...I feel like throwing up," Yuffie groans. Yuffie struggles to get to her feet, her body aching all over. Trembling, she manages to get upright. Looking around, she sees that the sorcerer, the guy in pink, and the green giant are strewn all over the place. Another one is sent to the ground, and now only a lone girl is going against the twins. The woman in robes falls to a storm of rings. However, she is still not out and appears to be readying to rejoin her twin sister in battle.

"This is not good! Not good at all!" Yuffie thinks frantically. "There's got to be some way to stop them!"

Meanwhile, Miriko has gotten back to her feet and is now manipulating her metal ball towards Mint. Remembering the chains that shoots out of the ball, Yuffie gets an idea. She waits until the chains from the ball appeared, then sends her Conformer spinning through air. It flies between Mint and the metal orb, entangling the chains as it goes. With the metal ball and chains, the Conformer embeds itself on a wall on the far side of the courtyard.

"Yeah!" Yuffie cries out triumphantly. Miriko's angry gaze falls over her, and Yuffie realizes she just lost her main weapon.

"Uh, oh." Yuffie starts to think that maybe her plan wasn't such a good idea. Fortunately, Dorrin is up and engages Miriko, taking the attention away from her.

Yuffie lets out a sigh of relief. Then she gets another idea and takes out a Hi-Potion. Yuffie pries open the green giant's mouth and pours in the Hi-Potion down his throat. It takes effect immediately and the giant stirs.

"Come on now, wake up!" Yuffie pats the giant's face, then taking hold of a great green hand, helps him to his feet. She goes over to the guy in pink and with another potion, have him up too.

"The fight's not over! Go get 'em guys!" With a push, Yuffie sends them back against the twin. Both comply with a roar, eager to return the punishment they received from the twins. Yuffie put her hands on her hips, satisfied with her job here. Yuffie then makes her way inconspicously along the wall towards her Conformer, hoping that nobody notices her until she has her weapon back.

Still on the ground, Shang Tsung groans. Yuffie completely forgot about him.

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R-vote to Mint

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The Damned Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:00 PM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

How the hell do I oversleep five hours when I woke at 6:00 PST?
Damn you need to sleep! Damn you!

*grumbles now as he has to the other 28 posts after other two last night*


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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Curley W Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:04 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Jason's face remained in a scowl as the dreadful Razordust formula tore through Kotetsu's upper body, rending skin to flesh, flesh to bone, until the cloud subsided, leaving Kotetsu's mangled corpse on the ground. Those involved in the fight against the ninja cheered as now there were only four of the remaining five, Daisetsu occupying the leader, leaving three to battle. As Yuri left to fight other foes, Ky and the possesed Shizumaru went to inspect the corpse.

"Vader, hold on!"

Jason however, could care less about the fight.

"Super Heal!" The healing light started taking effect, sealing and mending the huge gash in Vaders chest. Jason's smile at the effect vanished as the healing stopped halfway, leaving a deep gash in the werewolf's stomach.

"OhGod, he'sdying. Can'tlethimdiehe'smybestfriendquickuseRevive!" Focusing on a bone and three parts root, he called out the name of the spell he learned from the alchemist Blimp. "Revive!"

No effect.

"Vader!" Jason screamed, his eyes begining to burn. "Don't be stubborn! Let my spells take effec-"

"Move!" The shapeshifter howled, getting back up in an instant. He backhanded his master just in time as the huge Katzbalger crashed into the spot Jason had been but a heartbeat before.

"Heh." Kotetsu chuckled, drawing his claymore aura out of the ground. The only sign that the Razordust hit being a large mess of blood on his left arm and shoulder area. "So the mongrel can speak!"

"Woof woof, mother f***er!" Vader shot back.

"Are you alright?!" Jason asked.

"I'm a werewolf for crying out loud! We both know the mythology! Nothing but silver can kill me when I'm like, my mind won't allow anything less for this form!"

"Hahahah!" Jason's panic had been destroyed. With a new calm, the alchemist turned to face the ninja. "I take it you dodged and used genjutsu to fake your death?"

"Indeed. What better way to fool your opponent!" Kotetsu smiled. It was true. They were now one man less, and if it weren't for Vader, there would have been two less. "Nice try with that cloud, but if that's your best, you have no hope!"

"He's right. Whatever he can't block, or just endure, he can dodge. Fighting close-up for me is hopeless. Unless..." Jason flashed a grin at the rogue shinobi. "That's one of my meanest formulas, Kotetsu! Here's one of my nicest!"

"Hmph!" The ninja grunted, preparing for another attack. But Jason wasn't attacking. Yet.

"Energize!" From the right and left of the four fighters, sparks of light appeared. These lights shot into their respective targets, giving them a ferocious power surge. As rings of light surrounded each of them, stabilizing the new energy inside them, a new multicolored hue glow began emanating from Jason, Vader, Ky and Ameki. "This is my Faaaaaaaaaavorite formula! And your about to find out why!"

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Baka Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:37 PM

Heaven or Hell?

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Kiske 5:7 - Primal Light

The power filled Ky, filled his soul, suffused his entire existence. As his strength came back, his power rising again, he looked at the ninja, Kotetsu.

"Villain.. you and your church are wrong. This entire situation is wrong, and I no longer know who is in the right - but I will be damned if I don't fight til the end for the cause I follow. And right now, there is no future for you on God's earth.

I may fallen far, over this course of this day - but I am only human, and I know now that to be human is to be flawed. To live is to make mistakes, and to fight is to know that one day, you will lose.

Today, I lost.

And I will - not - make that mistake twice in one day!"

Calling upon his new reserves of strength, Ky closed both hands around the Fuuraiken. Shizumaru and Jason stepped forward, but Ky shook his head. "I cannot kill this man, but I can play my part - and that part I wish to play alone."

Kotetsu grinned. "Done tal-" he appeared behind Ky, fist extending to knock Ky flying - "king? I am." Saying this, the ninja lept to the attack, fan swinging around to hit Ky - and Ky wasn't there either, springing backwards, his new power giving him the speed, the edge he needed - and he doubled back, slicing into the ninja with his blade. Kotetsu's claymore smashed into Ky's back, flinging him down, but he sprang back, re-assessing the situation. I need to avoid that blade..

Aha.

Firing a Stun Edge, Ky followed up with a low sweep - Kotetsu kept up with his every move, blocking blow for blow for blow, forcing Ky back again. The ninja laughed. "You're strong, knight, but you aren't anywhere near my level! Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" Splitting into five, the ninja attacked from all sides - and Ky was ready. He'd seen this attack performed before, and he knew what to do. Blocking their attacks, he raised the Fuusuiken - "Ride the Wave!" - and water exploded from around him, throwing them all away. "Icicle Edge!" he shouted, spinning to fire shards of ice into the five - it wasn't enough to stop them, but it gave him the time he needed.

Casually, he discarded the Fuusuiken. "Jason! Take care of that until I need it again!" What he had in mind now would take only one blade -and he needed no distractions. Taking a deep breath, he dropped to one knee, reaching inside himself to pull out his last drops of power. This technique was the last thing Kliff ever taught him - and he could not keep it up for long. Amplifying his strength, so it sapped his energy. He would have... not long. A red glow surrounded him, and his mind cleared.

Calm.

Looking around, he smiled serenely at the ninja as they closed in one last time. Almost in slow motion, he felt himself raise the Fuuraiken, holding it level with his face in the ceremonial style.

The ninja reached him.

"AEGIS.. HIGH!"

The Fuuraiken exploded in a storm of lightning, engulfing all the ninja - and Ky shot up into the air, a miasma of power lighting up the night sky. One-by-one, the ninja copies vanished, leaving Kotetsu trapped infront of him. High in the air, the power vanished, and Ky stared into Kotetsu's eyes. "This is ... my last attack." As the upward motion faded, and they began to fall, Kotetsu smiled. "Nothing you can do is enough to more than scratch me, little man."

"Is that so?"

Ky smiled again, that serene smile, even as his powers slowly ebbed from him, and the sword flashed out again, another storm engulfing both men. "Ride the LIGHTNING!" He rushed forward, grabbing at Kotetsu, dragging him forward as the electricity played on the man's eyes, teeth, bones - but he wasn't finished. At the last second, all the power disappeared, sucked into Ky's shining blade.

"Ultimate power... " The blade shone brighter and brigher... RISING... " Kotetsu's eyes widened in realisation - "FORCE!"

The sword burst out, spewing lightning into Kotetsu, a burst so powerful Ky felt like a comet in the night - truly the Lord smiled on him at this moment. The Fuuraiken pierced Kotetsu's chest, electricity still spewing out infront of him, a spear of holy lightning throwing the ninja back, down to the ground.

Ky dropped.

Landing on the ground, he looked over at Kotetsu - the ninja coughed, standing up - as he watched, the ninja's wound closed, sealed with power from his arising Aura - but blood dripped from his head, his clothes were singed and burnt, and one arm hung limp. Ky sighed contently. His power was spent... but he had made a difference. Maybe now, the light would prevail...

He could feel Jason grabbing at him, wishing life back into him, and he smiled. "I will be alright.. just let me... sleep..."

Darkness.

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That's me out for the round, stuff to do. I'll be back to see how Carly finishes our ninja, and how badly I've died

For those not in the know, I just mixed and mashed up Ky's movelists. Aegis High, Ride the Lightning, Rising Force (his Instant Kill, although it hasn't instantly killed anyone.) Not possible in the game, but this ain't a game... or is it?


Baka // Black Angel // Salva Nos

"I'm not good- looking enough to be party leader." - Robin Cook

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S-Chicken Boner Posted: 04-26-2003 , 01:52 PM

Martian Successor

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Exclamation PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

For any uninformed readers, it should be noted that this is the very vital part of New School Survivor Tournaments where at least 25% of the remaining "living" contestants become ultra-angsty, and start whining, bitching, and in every imaginable way being annoying as shit concerning votes and/or winning. By the end, you'll probably see at least 1 person go into nervous breakdown mode because he/she lost.

O how fragile some people's egos are.


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

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:10 PM

The 24 Edit Team Av

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

Cue song: El Hazard: The Wanderers - Overflowing

Captain Falcon rushed into the action as if he were being trailed by freshly castrated bulls. Dashing right behind him was Tingle; Falcon's pimp training was complete.

"Whoa, I can feel it! The real, truly, ultimate power!!!" Falcon leaped into the air, did a triple somersault, and landed with perfect balance, all the while saluting no one in particular.

THIS MESSAGE BROUGHT TO YOU BY: BAYER.

The man they were after was Dan Hibiki, who was patiently sitting on the sidelines of the greatest battle any of them had ever witnessed.

"Hey, Danny boy! Turn around and look at me!" Dan did so, and was surprised to see Falcon decked out in a white fur coat, a ganja cigar in his mouth, a Pepsi and a Coke in his hands, and a white feathered hat. "My training's complete!"

"Hmm...this is impressive! Okay; maybe we can talk about a Shotopimps endorsement spot for you after all." Dan said smiling. "Hey, will you look at that? Joe's out there, and he just took on this chick."

"Joe's there? Why, this is most fortunate! I managed to pick up a gift just for him. An odd looking pimp cane, encrusted with the finest jewels! Sharpened at one end, and filled to the brim with feathers on the other! It's a beauty, she is." Tingle announced, sniffing at the end. "It's a tear jerker. ... Kind of small though."

The Gray Hulk took a breather from the battle and came to talk to his comrades, who were patiently sitting on some chairs under a nice umbrella.

"If it isn't my old posse. How's shit?"

"We just found this little pimp cane. We just thought you'd love it!" announced Falcon. They placed it in Joe Fixit's hands, who was flattered.

"...this is nice, guys."

It's glowing.

They don't seem to notice it.

Wait, don't tell me this is the last...fuck. This is the last instrument, isn't it?

This ain't a pimp cane. This...


"...is a paint brush. But I'll cherish it anyway. Good looking out for me. If you excuse me, I need to, uh, take a piss."

"Don't take too long Joe! We've got some bitches to slap just for all this shit!" Dan hollered. Joe went and hid in a remote area and placed the final rose quartz ring into a small hole on the side of the brush. ... Of course, it reacted.

Cue song: King of Fighters '96 - Esaka

"How does a paintbrush play a song? Oh, whatever, whatever." Kyo muttered to himself. Transforming from Joe Fixit, Kyo stepped out, and took another look at the world.

The mind is the world, huh? IDIOTS! The world is everything but! Kyo pounced right back, looking for some action, but, he was stopped by a short figure; a robot, who raised his hand.

"Going somewhere? You'll probably want some back up; I am the great warrior Air Man!"

"Air Man?! Why the hell haven't I seen you before?!" Kyo shouted.

"Because...I am far too powerful to use my powers liberally. But now is a different time! Posthaste!" Before Kyo and Air Man were off, Kyo's shoulder was tapped by another. A tall man, a popular subject in the US martial arts circuit.

"Hey, I'm Allen Snyder. Aren't you Kusanagi? Yeah, yeah, I know it's you; don't speak. After this mess is over, we're fightin'!"

"Alright, then," responded Air Man.

Loser!

"Now, we go to kick ass!" Kyo led the charge, and for the first time, Snyder and Air Man join the battle!


Jack/Tony/Guile = Edit Team 2003

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
3rd World Pimp - OGs.

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The Damned Posted: 04-26-2003 , 03:49 PM

Hyperion's servant

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Glad to see the no-shows are finally getting some use. I should be writing something, but I'm not sure if Kyo will abruptly cut me off or not.


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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Switchblade Posted: 04-26-2003 , 04:01 PM

Road Warrior

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

Re: PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

quote:
Originally posted by S-Chicken Boner
For any uninformed readers, it should be noted that this is the very vital part of New School Survivor Tournaments where at least 25% of the remaining "living" contestants become ultra-angsty, and start whining, bitching, and in every imaginable way being annoying as shit concerning votes and/or winning. By the end, you'll probably see at least 1 person go into nervous breakdown mode because he/she lost.

True. It's really kinda funny.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-26-2003 , 05:22 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Round closed, voting-wise.

Everyone still has an hour for story-related things.

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Luna Posted: 04-26-2003 , 05:55 PM

Tetragene

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Energy Nede

I'm starting to remember things.

....

Unfortunately....

....I don't like any of it. Ironic, really, since I seemed to have enjoyed myself at the time. From what I can tell, which really isn't a whole lot. It's mostly flashes, bits and pieces, single images. Like a slideshow in class. Except I don't want to learn any of this.

....well, actually....it depends on the information I'm being "taught" here. If I can remember that we didn't go any further than where we were in that park, fine. Still disturbing, but relieving. If, however, I learn that we did something we shouldn't have....then I'd like to remain ignorant please. Please....

Some of it is sensory memory too, feelings. The way the skin on his palm felt when he cupped my cheek....the way his hair smelled....the faint taste of chocolate on his lips when we kissed....the sensation of his arms around me, and his hands....where my hands were....too many things to count, and all of them things I'd rather not think about, much less tally.

Tria....oh Tria, why? We didn't even know each other! We'd only just met the day before....why would we....do whatever we did? What possessed us to do such things, and caused our memories to be so sparse, full of holes? I just don't understand. I mean....it's not like Vincent isn't attractive - and I have GOT to stop letting thoughts like that into my brain, because it's not helping one damn bit - but he's nearly a stranger to me. And I to him. Like I said....we'd only just met. And besides that....Ern....the whole reason I was where I was before I got warped here. I love him, and....I can't begin to wrap my muddled mind around the idea of betraying him. I love him, no matter how exasperating and solitary he can be, and I....

....Whatever happened between Vincent and I....

....It wasn't right. It wasn't me.

....was it?

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