S-Chicken
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 10:48
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Martian Successor
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Adol
Counters Setsuna's A-Vote.
"So that's how
you fooled them!" - Aeris Gainsborough, Final Fantasy VII
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San_Draco |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 11:09
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
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In which Shang
Tsung prepares himself...
Another new area, another failed teleporation,
another section of Earthrealm's culture. Why on earth have I been
forced to participate in this tournament?
The sorcerer
sighed, and turned to the skeleton of Li Mei. "Where were you last
round? While I was risking my life in the Arena, where were
you?
The sorcerer's wrath was great. "You had best
protect me this round, or I shall reduce your striken form to ash
and dust, but keep your soul in a state of constant torment and pain
until you beg me to free you!"
The skeleton stood
dumbly, as a good automaton should. ---
[OOC]Shang Tsung
now has a Parrying Stance. And off to Speech class I
go...[/OOC]
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Renmazuo |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:14
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Canto III + Tabula Rasa + Upon the Shadow, Upon the
Ash
“So, again, I’m so truly sorry that happened
back at Kaintor’en, and if you just let me go in peace I promise
I’ll do anything I can to repay you for the damage and please don’t
look at me like everyone else has been doing...”
Alma hated
feeling guilty, because it always turned her into a klutz. She was
falling all over herself trying to explain the matter to Daisetsu,
and the intimidating swordsman with that knowing smile of a
professor to a student who was sweating over coming up with the next
best excuse to ‘my dog ate it.’ Unlike any forgetful student,
however, Alma was truly trying to detail all that had happened in
the prior round. She’d thought she’d done a fairly good job of it,
though the blush of absolute embarrassment on her cheeks hadn’t
faded any. It was a shame, too- this place, Mithrik’en, was
absolutely gorgeous...
If only Ivalice had more spots like
this, she thought. What a beautiful, beautiful
country...
She couldn’t complain, though. Daisetsu had
led her to an equally breathtaking place- a small green cliff
overlooking a vast river far below, and water running as far as the
eye could see. Alma could see the light purple outlines of the other
islands, and the white froth running over the crystal blue that
separated them. She stood close to the edge of the cliff, struggling
to keep her gaze on Daisetsu- who sat upon a boulder with his arms
crossed- rather than the marvelous sight before her. They were
alone, surrounded by underbrush and lush trees, but the privacy only
distracted her further.
Daisetsu seemed to notice, his smile
turning more amused. “You have great appreciation for that which
lies around you, Lady Beoulve.”
”Aah, ha...” Alma scuffed her
foot. “It’s been a while since I heard anyone call me
that.”
Daisetsu nodded. “I’d imagine. Then again,” he said, a
twinkle in his hawk-like eye, “I would imagine it’s a better
substitute for ‘Body’, yes?”
Alma hugged the arm that held
her staff, turning her gaze down. “...Sir Dorrin discovered that,
did he?” she asked, dejected. “So you know. So everyone knows...”
She shivered, the sea breeze suddenly turning unpleasantly cold for
her. “Within me is...”
Say it, shout
it, scream it, whisper it, murmur it, grunt it, gasp it, breathe it,
wail it, moan it
“...Bloody Angel Altima,” Alma
finished, her eyelids heavy again. “Tell me, Sir Daisetsu...have you
come to return me home? Where I cannot harm you or the others you’ve
brought here? Or perhaps you’ve led me up here to perform some
strange ritual on me...seal me, and Altima, away forever. Well...”
She chuckled a little, shaking her head. “If that truly is the only
way, in the end, you can imagine my choice.”
”Well now, I
wasn’t expecting this,” Daisetsu said, raising a brow. “Alma
Beoulve, candidate for Goddess, losing hope?”
That struck her
quiet for a moment, but the steel flashed in her eyes soon enough.
Alma shook her head, no longer timid as she met his gaze. “Keep your
divinity, please. I will lose my life before I lose hope,” she said,
and meant it. “But, as I said, if losing my life to ensure Altima’s
captivity is truly the only way, you already know my
choice.”
Daisetsu seemed pleased with her response, as the
grin on his face dictated. Though it fell away soon enough, he rose,
and took in a deep breath of the air. “You are a rare find, Lady
Beoulve,” he said, his wrist haphazardly resting on the hilt of his
sword. “The way you act is surprising enough, but the way you pick
your words...marvelous. I’d expect that of only a few
people.”
Alma blinked. “The way I choose my words? You mean
my dialect?”
Daisetsu held up a finger. “No. Say that
again.”
”Say wha...um, okay.” Alma looked to and fro for a
moment, breathing in before repeating what she’d said. “The way I
choose my words? You me-“
”There.” Daisetsu brought his hand
back down to his side, looking even more pleased this time. “Choose.
Choice. That’s the first thing that comes to mind for you, and you
always choose to keep others first in that same mind. It’s
remarkable. I can see why Altima would want someone like
you.”
Alma swallowed. “I’m...not sure that’s the best
compliment I’ve ever heard, but I’ll take it as such?”
That
knowing glance again. "Any way you like is fine. I've no ulterior
motives or philosophy to cram down your throat." Daisetsu tilted his
head a little, seeming to look at her from the side. "You know I'm
testing you, don't you?"
"...sort of," Alma said, again
scuffing her foot. "I had the feeling you were leading me towards
something...I'm just not sure what. I've explained everything that
happened to me, haven't I? About the Lucavi, about Altima and
Zalera, about Marquis Elmdor..."
"Indeed you have," Daisetsu
said. "And that puts it in greater perspective. I think I may have a
solution...for the meantime, anyway."
Alma's first response
to that was to listen for any sounds in her heard. She heard none,
and silence passed for ten seconds in which she dared not to
breathe. At last, Alma gave her second response. In absolute shock,
she breathed "what?"
Daisetsu half-smiled this time. "You
heard that correctly...it's a temporary solution. Altima weighs
heavily in your mind, doesn't she?"
"...heavily, heh, as
though that were all." Alma swallowed. "Sir Daisetsu, I looked at a
comrade of mine, who likewise holds great pain in him...the moment
our eyes met, it only pained him further. His body- no, his soul
ached, and I could do nothing...nothing. I couldn't even put my
hands on him for comfort..." She set her jaw, her gaze seeming to go
still. "And...the other who is possessed- the one who seeks me out-
I know it is my fault that he lives with such pain...where once he
led a country, he is now forced to bend the knee to me." Alma
chuckled mirthlessly. "Me, a girl not quite half his
age..."
"It is a great burden," Daisetsu said, "and one that
should not have fallen on your shoulders."
"It shouldn't have
fallen on anyone's shoulders." Alma grit her teeth together,
grinding her staff into the ground. "Shizumaru...Marquis
Elmdor...Yuri...they're all good men. They don't deserve to
have...to have such things inside them, hurting them." She
was getting angry, and her voice was showing it. Her throat was
tight but strong, and her eyes clouded with cold fury. "It's their
bodies...they aren't playthings for Hell! They're sacred. They're
beautiful. They're precious- each and every
fiber..."
Daisetsu nodded again, slower, more deliberate.
"Hmm..."
"...please, don't make that sound," Alma
said, suddenly laughing a little. "I've heard it in my head one too
many times..."
He shook his head, laughing with her. "All
right, so you're not quite the angry avenging angel you
wanted to be just now. That's just fine- I think the universe could
use a deity like you, if your potential should blossom." He idly
kicked a small rock over the cliff's edge, and watched it fall.
"Tell me, Lady Beoulve- Alma- what did you think of what I
did to that slain woman?"
The memory was still fresh in her
head. Alma was reminded of the power this man held, and felt even
more embarrassed to have been talking to him so frankly. She again
hugged her free arm to her staff arm, and turned her gaze to the
side. "It was...very good of you, to do that," she said. "And very
shocking. There are few who are able to conquer
death..."
"And all of them share one thing in common."
Daisetsu raised his fingers, and snapped them together- and in the
same instant, she heard something clatter on the bluffs, far, far
below. "They're still not around forever, when they come
back."
Alma sighed. "A sobering thought..."
"But an
essential one," Daisetsu said, turning his head back towards her.
"I'm telling you all of this because I think, if nothing else, you
can grasp death. You have the 'potential', same as everyone- but I
think I can guess what you would use it for."
That, coupled
with what he had just mentioned about the girl, brought her head up.
Alma frowned, an idea forming in her head about what he was getting
at. "Wait, what are you...?"
Daisetsu ran a hand back through
his hair, shielding it against the wind. "You say you don't want
this potential. But it's because of this potential that you're about
to receive this solution of mine..." He beckoned her to the edge of
the cliff, his eyes a little more inviting now. "Come here. I'm
going to give you something that even Altima cannot destroy with
only a few demons."
Alma was confused beyond her own worth,
but she walked forward anyway. She reached the edge of the cliff
with him, and Daisetsu put his hand upon her shoulder. She looked at
him nervously, but the swordsman's eyes were staring at something
far upon the horizon. When she looked, though, Alma could not see
anything. Although, the islands and the waters around them seemed to
grow in beauty, she supposed. Everything was dark blue and light
blue, dark purple and light purple, or green- wonderful colors.
Better than red-
-but red was what she saw
next.
Oh, by God...
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Renmazuo |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:18
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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As a
Chemist, she had mastered the use of a mystical feather to revive
the fallen. Alma had always been fascinated with those types of
feathers- looking upon them was the same as looking deep into a huge
bonfire, yet they were never larger than her palm. It was like a red
fire, an orange fire, and a gold fire mixed all into one little
feather that was blessed with the ability to restore life. But what
she saw before her made all the Phoenix Downs in the world seem
insignificant, like cheap imitations- for what magnificence have
candles to an inferno?
A Phoenix. A beautiful, enormous
Phoenix hovered above her, its wings spread wide and its eyes no
larger than her head, yet vast as the ocean behind it. The whole
cliff was alight in its aura, and Alma stared at it with awe. Huge,
yet as it neared, it seemed to fit on their little cliff as easily
as a single grain could. And its beauty...
"Go on, touch him
if you want," Daisetsu said. "But don't stray out of my touch-
you'll be burned otherwise."
She nodded, and walked under his
grip to the great bird. Alma's hand reached up hesitantly, as though
she were approaching some sacred presence- she was, truly. At
last her fingers touched it, and it was a kick to her head. She felt
like it was gleipnir under her little palm, for miles and
miles around. "Amazing," she breathed. "I...I, wh...it's
incredible..."
"So I
know."
Her head cocked back as a voice rocked in her
head, yet it had never opened its beak. It
speaks?!
"Do you know summon magic?" Daisetsu asked, and
it was then that she noticed his fingers were frozen solid on her
arm. Alma nodded, slowly- she knew quite a few spells of that kind,
but she hadn't touched the darker aspects of it. The Lord gestured
to the Phoenix, his smile turning a little more crass. "This is
Suzaku- the Red Phoenix. Born of fire, yet friend to all the
elements of the world, and enemy of Shadow."
The Phoenix
tucked its head down, and it looked to Alma as though it were
raising a brow. "What, no red carpet roll of my
names this time? I am Son of the Flame, the Vermillion King, the
Winged Redeemer, the Merc-"
"And the Feathered Brain,
too," Daisetsu mumbled. The Phoenix's eyes sharpened, but Alma had
to giggle a little at that. Daisetsu reached out and gave the
Phoenix a little nudge on the beak with his free fist, a rare
lopsided grin forming on his face. "Suzaku is my burden to carry,
Alma, just as Bloody Angel is yours...but, I can rely on him," he
said. "Still, you could consider this 'fighting a curse with a
curse.'"
"I beg your pardon? I am no onus- a
man like you should count his blessings and mind his
tongue."
Daisetsu shook his head. "He can be a little
tiresome at times, but Suzaku is the greatest help I can lend to
you," he told her. "He is vain, and he is perhaps a little
sarcastic...but, he is a genius."
The Phoenix raised its
head. "Now that's a little more like
it."
Alma blinked, turning her head back and forth
between the two. "Wa- wait a minute, you're just...you're
giving him to me?"
Daisetsu looked at her sharply.
"This Phoenix is no gift, Alma. He is still my burden to bear- I
dare not even think of bestowing his full presence upon you just
yet. Be warned that within you, he can exert the same level of
influence as your Angel." His eyes softened a bit. "But maybe he can
help. He'll like you, I think. You're his sort of
girl."
"I prefer neither gender, but perhaps
I'd enjoy a change in my current lineup of pent-up
s-"
"Okay, that's enough out of you," Daisetsu said,
obviously growing weary. He gripped Alma's shoulder, and it felt for
a moment like he was stabbing his fingers into her. She winced, but
steadied as it instead took on the feeling of a blanket draping over
her. The Phoenix lit up in brilliant splendor before her, and again
it spread its wings- and this time, it gave a loud, musical shriek,
a shriek of triumph singing into her very soul.
eeeaaaahaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH-
Alma
dropped her staff, and her hands flew to her mouth. Her eyes bulged
and she fell to her knees, the nausea painful this time,
wracking her stomach. The cold in her belly gave way to searing
heat, heat that would melt the flesh if it stayed any longer, heat
that felt like it would burn her heart if for but a moment it
strayed-
"There."
-and with Daisetsu's voice, it was
gone. Alma gasped, then wheezed, and went down to all fours, her
head hanging low. "Uugh," she rasped, shaking her head. "What
wa..."
Daisetsu's arm pulled her back up to her wobbly legs.
The swordsman looked haggard, and she noticed his face was striped
with ash. "You are now a vessel of Suzaku," he said, and touched her
cheek. She blinked, and felt something there- like the imprint of a
golden feather upon it, just under her eye. It felt warm to the
touch.
"Like all of the summons you have learned, Suzaku can
be invoked with an incantation- a spell, as it were. But his spell
is not like the ones you might call Ifrit, Shiva, Silf, or your
favorite Leviathan," Daisetsu said. "You have but to call him and he
will be there. But I warn you this, Alma Beoulve- Suzaku is a
Phoenix. He is an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Calling upon
him could restore the dead..."
His hawk eye sharpened once
more. "Or it could barbecue them."
Alma swallowed. Daisetsu
softened the grimness with a smile, however, and turned back to his
boulder. "The real worry, though, comes from the aftereffects. Any
time you use him, Suzaku draws upon a great deal of...energy, you
could call it," he said, sitting upon the rock. "You'll be in great
pain several hours afterward- pain the likes of which you may have
felt before."
In her embrace... Alma touched the
feather imprint again, feeling like a child lost in a world of gods.
"I understand...that's all right, if this Suzaku will truly
help."
Daisetsu chuckled. "Isn't he already? Tell me, how
many times have you heard Bloody Angel's voice here?"
Alma
stopped- smiled. She gave him a great smile, at that, one she'd been
saving for somebody special. Blushing heavily, she dipped her feet
in a deep curtsy, her head kept low. "I owe you...no, I'd better
just go," she said. "If I stayed here to thank you, Lord Daisetsu, I
fear I'd be spending millenia trying to find the right way to
express it to you..."
"Again, you only fight a curse with a
curse there," Daisetsu said. "Remember that. But, you are most
welcome, all the same."
Alma nodded. "I am grateful- I will
find a way to make it up to you! This I swear...um..." She reached
up to her hair, and tugged her ponytail over her shoulder to touch
the Barette tying it together. "This I swear...on- on an old and
dear friend. I'll find a way."
Daisetsu looked at the
hairband for a long, serious moment- then laughed. "You don't have
to repay me, Lady Beoulve," he said, an ironic glimmer in his eye.
"It is, after all-"
"A curse, yes, I know!" Alma scooped up
her staff again, and favored the swordsman Lord with a smile as she
walked back into the underbrush. "But I think it's more of a curse
that a man like you is not spoken for, nay, single! So there
is an abandonment of logic in this world, too!"
She walked
off, but giggled as she heard Daisetsu call to her, "see how many
people ask for your number when you tell them your pet is
big, swollen-headed, and red!"
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Daisetsu has
bestowed Suzaku, the Red Phoenix upon Alma. Again, Kyo,
you're far too kind. ^^ Now the imprint of a golden feather can be
seen upon Alma's right cheek under her eye, warm to the
touch.
Ability of the Round - Summon Magic! A great
and powerful form of magic, Alma learned this only after attaining
some skill in the arts of Time Magic. This invokes legendary beasts
to either battle the enemy or heal yourself and your allies- a tool
well-refined for either duels or the battlefield. Alma knows how to
summon a few of the essentials- Mogri, Ifrit, Shiva, and Ramuh- but
also knows Fairy, Silf, Bahamut, and her favorite, Leviathan. Now
that she has Suzaku, though, she can call upon the Phoenix for her
own use.
1 R-Vote to Lord Daisetsu 1 R-Vote to Lord
Dorrin
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Just Some
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:22
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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Captain's Log. 04-22-03.
12:22pm
Falcon ran and ran, far away from Ron Jeremy,
never before had he seen someone so pathetic in his life. Reached
the civilization, a good place to take his mind off of thing. There,
he saw an odd man that he had seen before... But could not remember
where. Then, it hit him, this man was Shang Tsung, sorcerer and
soul-eater extrordinaire. Falcon went over to the man, who seemed to
be scolding a dead person. When he reached the sorcerer, he struck a
pose, and introduced himself.
'Hello, citizen Tsung, as I'm
sure you know, I am the great Captain Falcon!'
'I never heard
of you... and do you wish to challenge me?'
'Why no, I simply
have something you may want is all, could I interest
you?'
'What is it? I have seen your actions before, mortal,
and it had better not be an autograph!'
'Well, I
was thinking about that, yes, but I don't have to give you
the single greatest autograph in history. You can settle for
these.'
Falcon reached into the Big Bag o' Endorsed Products™
and pulled out a box. A box of Souls. http://members.shaw.ca/akrizak/souls.jpg
He
handed them to the sorcerer and left, before he could get a reply. A
thought crossed his mind...
'Hmmm... hotsprings... that
would be a good place to take my mind off of Ron
Jeremy...'
Falcon walked over to the hotsprings, the
perfect place to relax his perfectly-cut yet tense muscles. He went
over to some, and he steam was visibly
rising.
'Perfect...'
Falcon first had to
prepare to enter the springs, however. He donned his Dr. Pepper
swimtrunks, oiled up his body, fixed his hair, and put his helmet
back on. He then strutted over to the springs, and decended into
them, feeling more and more refreshed with every
step. ------------------------ Falcon is now in nothing but
Swimtrunks and a Helmet, he is also all oiled up. Shang Tsung now
has a box of Souls
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 12:56
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New College Grad! Whoo!
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Savannah Ga
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"Looking for something?"
As soon as Ryo sprinted
out of the bar, he heard a voice coming from the roof of Illusion.
His eyes turned around to meet the boy that he saw earlier, only
this time his eyes were blood red and his smile was much brighter.
Ryo quickly went into his stance, preparing himself for battle as
his eyes watched the threat's every move.
"You're Steve,
correct? What did you do to my friends?" Sho blinked his eyes in
confusion for a second, then burst out with insane
laughter.
"Steve? Is that what this..." Sho held his arms out
to his sides, allowing Ryo to get a better look at the haggard
looking figure. "...detestable thing is called? This thing is
contaminated beyond belief. Don't you humans take care of
yourselves? Even we demons know to 'just say no to drugs.'
Shameful."
"You humans? It...It can't be..." Ryo
feared the worst for himself and Rydia and King at this point, while
Sho just rolled his eyes and flashed his trademark smirk at the
Kyokugen fighter.
"Anyway, I didn't to anything to your
loveslave whore or whoever that bitch was who worked here, but me
and the summoner has some...issues to discuss. Trust me, when she
returns she'll have a whole new outlook on life...to destroy it."
Now it was Ryo's turn to laugh.
"What the hell are you
talking about? You just want to posess Rydia because you are too
pathetic to deal on your own. What kind of all powerful demon are
you? Worthless."
That comment shut Sho up as his witty banter
was erased by anger, causing his eyes to flare up and dance in a
unholy fire. He suddenly jumped off the roof and dived straight at
Ryo, who instantly reacted by summoning his ki and launched a blue
sphere of energy at the oncoming target. The Kouken only hit the
side of the roof, however, as Sho disappeared in mid
flight.
"Where..." Ryo's answer came as he felt a
incredibly strong ki blast hit him in the back, knocking the wind
out of him. The force was so powerful that he flew through the doors
of Illusion and didn't stop until he slammed into a wall.
Ryo regained himself relatively quickly and stood up to face
the demon who entered the bar after him. His battle aura burned
bright red and his smile increase exponentally, taking a short
second to enjoy his superiority over the humas before beginning the
touture.
"Human, let me show you what feeling worthless is
all about..."
And then the fight began.
More
to come later...
Rydia uses Focus and
Immolation
R-Vote to Just Some Guy (Box 'o Souls was too
good! )
SRK Battle
Poll II:10th place - Edge SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place -
Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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Bugenhagen |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:22
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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You
know what? I'd much rather be voted off naturally than to be voted
off by just asking for it. So unless you really, really want
to A-vote me, don't.
There is no longer a vote dump on
Tingle. Vote naturally.
I'm still in the game, folks.
Maybe.
R-vote to Carly, 'cause she A-voted me.
R-vote
to Hulk, 'cause he's probably smashing things because of
me.
And I'm casting Endure in order to rid myself of
those previous A-votes.
Sorry if I scared you folks. *laughs
to self*
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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R-vote
to Tingle. Welcome back
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 01:46
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K' -- KOF
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K'
observed the vicinity of Mithrik'en. As usual, he took a quick
stroll around the area to familiarize himself. Walking down the
twisted paths, he found himself in a large marketplace with an
assortment of shops that were scattered about in every direction.
The kiosks were selling just about every item imaginable--Weapons,
armor, clothing, jewelry, and even several restaurants dedicated to
ramen could be found. K' examined several booths, namely for
clothes. His outfit--pants, shirt, and jacket--was torn and worn out
from the ongoing battles he had participated in the Arena from the
previous city. He went to one shop after another unable to find
anything to his liking. "Too bright, too colorful, too 70's, too
big, too small..." K''s voice trailed off with displeasure. "Don't
they have anything black ?" K' muttered to
himself.
After several more minutes of contemplation, he
found several things much to his liking. Khakis, a loose fitting
shirt, and a jacket lined with pockets on the chest--Of course, all
of them black. He promptly went in the small changing room of the
store and wore his newly "bought" clothing. "Not bad... Not bad.."
K' said to himself as he looked in the mirror.
(K' basically
has the same outfit, except with a different style of pants. His
khakis are similiar to that of Kyou's in Fruits Basket.Click Here for Visual -- Pardon for the crap
screenshot I took I'm in a rush..)
K' left the shop with a smirk on
his face. He didn't have any currency from this world whatsoever and
simply left a small note to the manager written: "I.O.U" K' sighed a
breath of relief, comfortable and quite content with his new attire.
"Where to now?" K' said when he spotted something gleaming in the
sunlight.
K' went towards the shimmering item that lay on the
ground and picked it up. It felt strangely warm in his hand as he
studied the glass marble (or so he thought it was). Inside the
glass-like surface, a swirling mass of fire seemed to be burning
within. K' intrigued by the unique item, stuffed it in his chest
pocket of his newly acquired jacket. Nearby, Vincent was in a
frantic search for his lost materia after bumping into some freak
with swimtrunks and a helmet.
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Act III – The Maiden and the Memory –
III
“Time and season pass but a momentary
life surpasses them all.”
Elmdor rose from his seat in the
sauna of the hot springs, his body and mind cleared by the warm,
clean steam. The Nipanese architecture was astounding – the
buildings were composed of wood andbrick, a feeling of harmony with
the earth. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply once, twice and
then another time. It was liberating to be free, bound not by
clothes nor dried-on blood. It brought his thoughts back to the days
of war, though in those days, the closest thing he ever saw to a hot
spring was running through the cold rivers to clean
off.
“Rest from memory the heart of the hero’s sword is
all but silent.”
Ukyo Tachibana…that noble swordsman.
Where is he now? Did he continue to fight until his illness took
him? Elmdor gazed wistfully through the rising clouds, seeing
others whose faces were obscured by the steam. And Auron the
Guardian…a proud yet humble man, whose company I was glad to share
for a time. Did he finish his ‘story’? Once, the time before, he
had sat beside a large koi pond at a luxurious wilderness hideaway
with those two men as they talked fluently of both life and living.
He was dressed then much as he was now, a single white loincloth
girding his groin. For all the world, he looked like an elf from a
storybook; abeit an elf in a Nipanese loincloth. Through the mists,
he could see a blond-haired man, fair and slender of figure,
watching him with a curious look.
Now
he’s the same…the same as the tournament with Halcyon and Kaiki.
What made you change, Elmdor? What is it that grows in
you?
If we kill him now, we can save
ourselves a lot of trouble later, you
know.
“Pardon,” Elmdor spoke, breaking the silent
atmosphere, “but I cannot decide; are your stares daggers or just
mere curiosity?” The man said nothing, but stood up, water dripping
off the ends of his adventure-matted hair.
“Well, that I
can’t quite decide,” the man replied as he took a seat on the long
wooden bench next to the Silver Noble. “You might not remember me; I
don’t remember if we had a formal introduction. My name is Amethyst,
but you might also know me as Blue or Rouge, depending on the
situation.” He leaned back, watching as an attendant entered the
room to switch the heated stones in the center ring, then pour a
bucket of water over them. With a ‘whoosh!’, a fresh cloud of steam
billowed out, inuring the two men, as well as the rest of the room,
in an opaque haze. “If you need proof – which I’m sure you will,
ever the skeptic – I need only mention the name of Halcyon, or
perhaps Fabian or Isabelle.”
“You’re the fourth, then,”
replied Elmdor, massaging his left shoulder. “Two others – Shizumaru
Hisame and Vincent Valentine – are here, as well as myself, and you.
A quartet that remembers the struggle against the Children of
Terror. Sir Valentine and I…we fought with all we had against it,
but at what cost?”
Amethyst raised an eyebrow. The Elmdor he
remembered had been much more stern than this. But he wasn’t
complaining. The last thing he needed to deal with was another
cantankerous swordsman. “I was witness to that,” he replied. “But
here’s something I wonder if you could help me with. What ever
happened to that legendary sword, Forever Sin?”
“You have
only to look upon where its heart lies.” Elmdor took Amethyst’s
wrist and pressed the mage’s hand against his own chest, directly
under the sternum. “Feel the pallor of death’s cold…all becomes
white.” Amethyst drew his hand back from the patch of skin, from
that unnatural cold that emanated from it.
“And there’s that
voice in your mind as well. I’ve heard it. Well…actually, I’ve even
seen it.” The master mage’s mind recalled his troubling tarot
reading earlier that day. What part did this man next to him play in
it, if any? Or were darker designs fated to befall
him?
“So…you know the Demon.” Elmdor rose from his seat, damp
loincloth peeling away from the steam-moistened bench. “You’re more
pervasive than I took you for, Amethyst. See that that ability
doesn’t bring you more grief than good, though.” The blond mage also
rose to his feet, his choice of garment a simple white towel,
wrapped around his waist. The two walked from the room, and on a
path of fitted stones that wound from the steam-house through the
beautiful gardens of the hot springs. “You gave a blade called ‘Rune
Sword’ to a boy named Jason Soe, did you not?” The mage
nodded.
“Yeah, I gave him that sword. How’s he coming along
with it?”
“Perhaps you ought to find out yourself. Giving a
sword isn’t as simple as bestowing upon someone a gift of coin or
other hand-wrought craft. In the gift of a sword, you tell they who
receive that you wish to see them grow on the path they’ll take with
that weapon. In Limberry, many boys receive their first true weapon
from their fathers at the age of twelve years. They are still not
‘men’, but from that moment on, they are more than boys.” He folded
his hands behind his back, soaking in the sunlight on his bare skin.
Amethyst continued to walk, not replying.
“Amethyst, your
ethereal powers are high; I need no scan spell to tell me this.
Therefore, if ever a time comes when Zalera reigns in my body,
please, match your magic against his.” He continued before Amethyst
could object, “If you do not, many lives will be in danger, lives of
those who never wished to fight at all. There is a difference
between killing a soldier and a common person. The soldier knew what
the risks were and accepted them, but the commoner perhaps only
wished for a more normal life.”
“What’s all this
responsibility now?” Amethyst questioned, a fresh wind drying his
moist body.
“Only that which I would bear myself, were I
able,” Elmdor replied.
“Well-met by sunlight the strangers
walked together heedless of their side.”
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Lucky
you! Fan-favorite ‘Loincloth Elmdor’ makes a brief (ha-ha) return. I
couldn’t resist the temptation of an onsen. 
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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Damnit. I'm quite late, aren't I? Stupid oversleeping
accompanied with "talk shows". Oh well as I have FOCUSed and no one
has used King yet, then I guess I don't have to read through
everything (though I pretty much have). Anyway:
King Chapter 3: Memories That Ebb, Weaknesses That Flow
Section 1
After hearing Daisetsu’s third
speech, King was slightly surprised how quickly most of the others
dispersed, though at least half them appeared to be going towards
the central island. She, however, was simply content, or more
precisely too depressed, to move for a while. She lie down on the
soft, grassy ground, at already too sick of the Oriental landscapes,
with its pagodas, wooden shrines, and dojo a plenty. It is not that
she felt any animus towards Asians - hell, Ryo is half-Asian - but
this picturesque, pseudo-ancient Japan landscape reminded too much
of the events in Thailand. She wanted to vomit every time she
remembered what had happened that fateful
day…
***
The roar of the crowd was deafening, a
cacophony of chants that arisen from the phenomenal upsets that
occurred again and again through out the tournament. Many in the
audience were furious, most likely because they had lost bets, and
would lose much more if they didn't pay up. Others were excited,
either from the prospect of gaining more money from the losers of
those bets or at the prospect of seeing that arrogant champion
finally lose. Perhaps both. Some were mystified by the devastating
effect a virtual enigma could have on their tournament.
None
of this matter to the man named Ki…
***
“No!” King
screamed aloud, her head jetting upwards, awakening from her nap as
she tried not to remember that horrific day. The day any type of
hope and self-worth was utterly obliterated.
She quickly
looked around, hoping… wanting no one to have seen or heard her.
Thankfully, no one was around, not even the tourists that she
suspected would be milling as they always did back home. She rolled
over, again mindful of her loathsome breasts, and slowly lifted
herself up from her what she had lay. She looked around, the bile
once again rising up as she eyed the mimetic land that greatly
mimicked the land where half of Ryo’s ancestry had lay. She closed
her eyes, and not feeling well enough to want company just yet, ran
off towards one of the iron bridges that connected the farthest
island of Mithrik’en, an island that whose verdant forest were
deceptively welcoming…
----
Sorry for delaying to
write this pathetic section.
Spirit Link with the
Hulk.
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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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
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Okay,
here's the deal. I have this whatchamagizzit called a job. This job
is very evil to me and my ninjamatic character, for it has totally
rescheduled me to come in this week, regardless of whether I
actually wanted to (and in spite of the fact I put in for the
vacation, and had the time to use). Hence, I will be quite unable to
participate in anything "story-related" for today (Tuesday),
Thursday, and possibly Saturday. For this reason, I am now putting
my character on "free reign". What this means is, anyone who deigns
to use Chipp in their story may do so--in fact, I quite encourage
people to do so(Baka, Carly, Dry, I'm looking at you three ). There are a few things to note: Chipp, as you may know,
is absolutely obsessed with Japanese culture. To come to such a
place as this (which "emulates" that culture after a fashion), it
would be as if he had died and gone to heaven. So basically, he'll
be hanging around town having ninjagasms at the whole thing while
immersing himself--eating sushi, chilling at the hot springs,
discussing ninja technique with other ninja, the whole bit. Try to
keep him in character if you choose to use him. Also, if/when
"Shizu-shishou" gets into trouble (well, him and prolly Alma, since
those two seem to be assaulted by demons together), he will find his
way there--don't ask how or why, but he will. And, if you plan on
using his moves, don't use the Delta End or Zansei Rouga--the former
I plan to save, the latter I just used last round.
Also, as
noted in the prior round, Chipp is FOCUSed. Now, this might
be a bit presumptuous of me, but I'm betting I won't be here to see
whether Kyo posts a boss or not. I'm gonna do something that might
stretch the rules a bit: I'm gonna spend 1 A-Vote on the
boss, optional or required, if indeed there is one. If I am
permitted this, the run of my votes will go as
follows:
A-Votes
to: Daisetsu Kalten (boss)
R-Votes
to: Shizumaru Jun
Ability: Spirit Link with
Shizumaru
If, however, a) I can't do that, or b)
there is no boss, my votes will go like this
A-Votes
to: Daisetsu Kalten Shang Tsung
R-Votes
to: Shizumaru Jun
Ability: Spirit Link with
Shizumaru
Chipp R3 Status: FOCUSed All
Votes Exhausted
Sorry about all the difficulties I must be
causing :/
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In which Jason
get's serious for a change.
Jason
looked down at his longtime friend, whose new form he couldn't help
but notice it looked familiar to a certain Aeons pet . He was a
Christmas present from his parents after 4 straight months of
begging and, due to his constant wheezing breaths as a puppy, was
named after another hard breather from the Star Wars movies, Darth
Vader. "You gonna say something? Remember, you have to put your
answer in the form of a question." The canine quiped.
This
made the young man snicker. "Okay then. What is, "I'm just thinking
Vader"?" The young man replied, putting the empty soda can away. He
had asked the Proffesor to add sodas to the P.E.R.C.'s inventory,
though now he realized he should have said which kind he wanted.
Now, instead of his prized Dr. Pepper, was stuck with Pepsi. Soda
was still soda though, and Jason was happy to have at least some
kind of soft drink while in this other worldly gathering.
"So
what's eating ya'?" Vader asked. "That change the world stuff Elmdor
really getting to you?"
"A bit. Just wondering the point of
most of this."
"You mean us being here?"
"Yeah." Jason
started. "Just think. I could change the world as soon as we get
back home."
"What?"
"Alchemy." Jason explained. "You
know as well as I do that our world hasn't really been introduced to
magic and stuff. If we let the secret out about alchemy, just think
how much it would improve life on Earth..... Our Earth, anyway.
Paramedics or even pedestrians could use stuff like Super Heal to
save people involved in wrecks or other accidents instantly. Or
think of how many diseases could be made a thing of past with Cure
or Miracle Cure. Alchemy has the potential to save millions of
lives, but... but... you know what I'm gonna say next,
right?!"
"Uh huh..." Vader replied, recalling Proffesor
Rufflebergs infamous 'Power Control'
speech. ----- Flashback... ----- "Why are you
getting so mad?!" Jason asked. It had been two days after he had
returned from the camping trip when he had been taken to Kyle's
tournament, and he had just revealed that he had tought his friends
Rex Eter and Carla Chiese a few of the beginners alchemy formulas.
At hearing this, the normally cheery Proffesor had erupted in a
flurry of how-could-you's and what-were-you-thinking's.
"Do
you have any idea how dangerous spreading knowledge of alchemy is?!
I thought told before about-..." Letting out a large sigh, he
tooking a few deep breaths to calm down. Regaining his composure a
bit, Sydney tried to think of how best to explain alchemy's dangers.
"Okay, let's make a little scenario. Let's say... uhm-um-um-ummm~
that three men decided to rob a bank. Podunk First National Bank to
be precise. This trio have no morals or concern for human life, but
had a great desire for money, and weren't afraid of taking it by
force."
"Okay, so they rob a bank. They go in with guns and
whatever, and hold the place up. The cops would come after them
right?" Jason stated. Worry starting to form in his mind knowing
where this 'scenario' was going.
"Now suppose these three
men.... were highly adept in Alchemy." Ruffleberg continued. Jason
winced, knowing that was coming. "Instead of coming in armed with
guns, these men come packing all kinds of alchemy ingredients. Two
men go to open the vault, while another watches the hostages in the
front of the bank. The one watching the hostages is VERY unstable,
using formulas like Lance, Crush and Razordust to KILL anyone who
tries to juump him, surrender's their valuables to him, or simply
just look's at him funny. Alchemy takes their lives in a very quick,
and very violent manner."
"Okay..." Jason mutterd. He was
already begining to understand the Professor's reasons, but he knew
he wasn't finished yet.
"Now the two others are working at
the vault. They use Slow Burn and Corrosion to eat away at the Vault
door, and finally, Blasting a hole clean through with Nitro. They've
broken through the bank's defenses in minutes thanks to the power of
Alchemy. However, along the way, these three have triggered a silent
alarm, notifying the police to the robbery. Then things get messy.
The police surround the bank, and demand the robber surrender. But
using Defend, Force Field, and Barrier, they are well protected from
the police's bullets. They begin their counter assault, using
Fireball, Explosion, and any other Alchemy formula they
have."
"So they slaughter the cops..." Jason groaned. He know
was wishing this would end. The fact he had screwed up had been
thrown in his face, and he wanted it to stop so he could apologise
and try to make up for it. Unfortunately, Sydney wasn't finished
yet.
"It's not that simple, I'm afraid." The inventor
continued. "Let's say that some of the cops know alchemy as well.
They use the Reflect formula to send the formula right back at the
robbers, killing one of them, and forcing the others to flee! Their
defense formulas still active, they can't be taken down so easily by
the police. Using the Speed formulas to enhance their running
ability, chasing them on foot becomes next to impossible. And with
your recently discovered Bovine formula, they quickly flood the
street with cattle, immobilizing the squad cars. And now it's a mad
chase with conflict all over the city as the criminals split up to
avoid capture. Alchemy flying everywhere, the criminals and ducking
into alleys as the cops' Nitro formulas scorch nearby buildings,
hostages being taken. In short, it's complete anarchy before the
criminal are finally arrested. And the worse
part..."
"Crap...." Jason cursed under his
breath.
"...Is that this destruction was only the cause of
three men. Three men with no group affiliation, no racial prejudice,
and no desire to wage war with other countries. Imagine if alchemy
fell into the hands of the mob or the Klu Klux Klan, or perhaps a
communist nation, maybe even terrorist groups like the Al-Queda!
Crime and warfare will be brought to a whole new level!" Ruffleberg
was growing red in the face as his temper flared up again. "Jason,
Alchemy is a power. Every power in existance is capable of being
exploited. Power of authority, power of physical strength, the power
held in a mere handgun! The power of the atom, of nuclear
destruction, held Earth in fear for decades during the Cold War
between the U.S and and Soviet Union!"
"Did I ever tell you
Evermore was meant to be a bomb shelter? One machine buried under
ground could house thousands- no. Millions of people. With the
abilty to create it's own resources, it could sustain these people
for centuries as nuclear winter destroyed the land above. Evermore
was going to be a sanctuary to help people escape nuclear
devastation. But then, of the few people who knew, Carltron saw
Evermore's potential, and exploited it, hoping to become a king of
his own personal world!....uh"
The prefessor stopped for a
moment to rub his hand across his forehead, his stress was starting
to get to him as he fought a dizzy spell from his blood pressure
acting up. Taking a few short breaths, he started again. "Since
coming back home, I have made it my solemn duty to keep the powers
that I created under control. Power, in any form, must, has to be,
controlled. The only way to prevent chaos is to keep these powers
secret. Until we find a way to keep power under control, no one can
know about Evermore, or Alchemy."
Jason sighed. "And I let
power loose, by letting Carla and Rex in on my hobby,
right?"
"Right." Ruffleberg answered. "Sorry to going on like
this, but I've seen too much chaos because of abuse of power. Now,
I'd like for you to talk to your friends about keeping their
newfound skills under wraps. The last thing we need is this getting
leaked out to the media. That will lead the government to
Podunk..." -----
"Hey, how come you never let the
government in on alchemy? They could help keep it under wraps,
right?"
"There's enough political scandals out there as proof
you can't trust the government that well." Jason replied, a
noticeable glumness in his voice. "Even if they don't exploit it
themselves, it'll leak out. From the CIA to the FBI, and then former
FBI members who teach their children alchemy in case of emergencies.
After that, it's only a matter of time before the Mafia get their
hands on it, and then... it's everywhere."
"But couldn't they
control it still? Maybe we could just reveal the Healing
formulas?"
"You'd eventually get people like me who dabble in
alchemy, testing all sorts of new formulas to find something useful.
They's stumble onto attack formulas sooner or later. And with the
secret out, can you imagine the world resource crisis that would
happen? Simple stuff like ethanol and limestone would become more
precious than gold, with alchemy makingthem popular. If the
government tried to restrict everything that could be used for
alchemy... " Jason pushed away from the bridge. "Heck. I can't even
begin to imagine how hard life would get like that. And imagine when
we start burning all of one type of resource. Then we'll really have
soem trouble!"
"But can't Evermore create matter instant-
oh." The dog made a slight whimper, berating himself for not
realizing the big picture.
"Let's just drop it okay." Jason
said. "One of the reasons we do this, coming to these tournaments,
is to find a power that can be controlled very easily. Like Curative
Materia. It's one type of magic, and it only has positive effects.
If we make that public, and no other materias, we'll have a power
that can only help. That's just theory though. That's why the
Professor want's to study magics."
"Right, so we get whatever
we can find, and hope find something we can put to good
use?"
"Yup!" Jason smiled. "Speaking of which, we haven't
found a damn thing since we got here! C'mon, I'm sure one of these
shops has some jutsu magic or somethin'." With that, the two walked
across the bridge. As they got closer to land, Jason stared at the
sky, deep in thought again.
"To change the world... you have
to make it better and worse...." He mumbled. However, he
failed to watch where he was going, and soon crashed into sa red
hair young woman running across one of the bridges.
"Oof!"
Jason grunted, grabbing the bridge's railing to keep from falling
over. "Sorry about-...
Mint?" __________________________________________
Bah...
Thing are getting a little too serious with Jason. I need to do
something crazy again with him, especially if I want to have a
chance in hell of getting a second consecutive "Best Comedic
Perfomance" award.
Take it away, Krizak. 
EDIT: Almost forgot, Vader's form is that on
Yojimbo's Dog, Daigoro(from FFX). Here is the only pic I could find of him,
alongside Yojimbo. Sorry the picture's so
crappy
.......What?
You were expecting something relevant? Nyuk nyuk nyuk
nyuk!
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 02:47
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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quote:
Originally posted by Soujiro Seta Lucky you!
Fan-favorite ‘Loincloth Elmdor’ makes a brief (ha-ha) return. I
couldn’t resist the temptation of an onsen.
Yes, you've made my afternoon, Tenk. XD *gives
him Onsen-Mark* >E
I'll be home soon to work on a post,
btw. School gets out in exactly five minutes. XD
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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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Kiske 3:2 -
Wind (another tribute)
The
town was quiet, a sure sign the destruction of this 'tournament'
hadn't hit it yet. The people seemed friendly enough, their
attitudes polite, yet none raised arms. Ky mused that they probably
didn't need to. If he was out of order here, he'd probably be dead
before he knew it.
The younger ninja - Genin, he was told -
had been dismissed, the blonde punk wandering off shouting about
noodles, The Jounin, Kakashi, had stayed with Ky though - and that
was how they found themselves sitting, feet dangling in the water,
on the edge of a hot spring. His shoes and socks sat on the rocks
next to him, and he relaxed in the mid-day sun. It was nice to take
the time out, to let himself be carefree for a short while, to think
about the last few days.
Sol.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Ky's heartbeat sped up at the mere thought of that name, and all the
emotions it brought with it. Why is he here? The Lord brings us
all here for a reason, so what is his reason? Maybe Sol was here
to redeem himself - but Ky doubted that. More likely his one-time
friend would throw them to the wolves once again, like he did before
in the wars. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-d.u.m. Can't think about Sol. I
can't control him, I can only try to lessen the damage he does, him
and Testament. At least they seemed to be the only ones from his
world here - but that didn't stop there from being other evils here.
Shang Tsung, defiler of souls, and the Marquis Elmdor, judging by
what Shizumaru said.
And there was another conundrum -
Shizumaru was most definitely Japanese. Ky could accept the evidence
presented by his own eyes to say that other worlds existed - but
coming face to face with what ought to be a relic from your past..
was different. Difficult, even.
Ky glanced over at the
silent ninja beside him. Kakashi looked his way, nodded, then went
back to his book. Heh. Good idea.. consult the book. Reaching
into his coat, lying on the rock beside him, he pulled out a
battered, loved book. Caressing its cover softly, he traced the
letters "Holy Bible" on the front.
"My guide through thick
and thin.. I hope you can help me now." he whispered softly, opening
the front cover. A faded inscription marked the book as a gift from
Kliff... this book was Ky's most treasured posession. Like many
seekers of faith, Ky would consult it in times of confusion, times
when his path wasn't clear.
Times like now.
Laying
the book flat, he let the pages settle in the wind, then placed his
finger down on the left-hand one. Hm. 1 Corinthians, 13:11.
"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like
a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put my
childish ways behind me."
Ky placed the book carefully
back in his coat pocked, before lying back on the stones, looking up
at the warm sun. When I became a man, I put my childish ways
behind me... what are you trying to tell me, Lord? Should I forgive
Sol? Should I let go of my memories of everything he has done?
Maybe.. maybe he has his reasons? Of course he has his reasons.
Everyone has reasons. But can his reasons excuse his actions? Lord,
why do you test me with such a conundrum? Why me, now?
Sighing, Ky sat up, looking over at Kakashi. Surely he could
provide some insight - the man seemed to know much. Leaning over, he
brushed the ninja's shoulder. Kakashi looked at him, winked, and
proffered the book. Ky shrugged, looking down at it.
"..she
sighed heavily, as he held her closely in his arms. She could feel
his manhoo - GAH!" Ky pushed the book away in disgust,
averting his eyes from the filthy phrase. Kakashi shrugged,
returning to his copy of "Come Come Paradise". Ky's sudden rage
subsided quickly, and he turned to the ninja again. "I do apologise,
Kakashi-san. Your... uh.. book.. took me by surprise, is all. I'm
sure it's a wonderful book."
Kakashi lowered the book,
inhaling deeply, then turned to Ky. "I enjoy it. You look upset, Ky.
Can I help?"
"No.. no. Thankyou anyway, Kakashi-san." Ky
sighed, taking a sip of tea. This teacup was exquisite - ninja
make good artisans.
"Are you sure? I can dance if you
need cheering up." Ky spluttered, spitting his tea out, and let out
a guffaw. The ninja raised an eyebrow, then sighed. "No-one ever
lets me dance..." he muttered, returning to his book. Ky grinned,
leaning back to the rocks again. It was nice to be able to relax
again, even if it was only for a short time. The only thing that
could spoil this moment would be...
"Holy Zen! It's Ky Kiske!
What the Buddha are you doing
here?"
...that...
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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Okay,
to make up for that lame, sleep-induced post
earlier...XD
Canto III + Tabula Rasa +
Frailty
"Ahh...pikachu- er, whatever the word
is for 'feels so good'..."
Alma had never quite gotten used
to bathing in the wilderness, so it came about that she looked quite
clumsy in trying to wash up in the hot springs. She'd come to the
most private part of the springs to bathe, though, so she supposed
she could afford to look like an idiot. Ironically enough, the part
of the hot springs closest to the ninja headquarters was mostly
deserted, and she couldn't for the life of her guess why. Like all
of the country, they were beautiful, lined with smooth stone and
greenery, and filled with bubbling hot water. She could hear others
bathing far down the line, in the labyrinth of saunas that made up
the springs.
Trying to bathe in them without actually
stripping was harder than it seemed, and Alma's woven shirt was
drenched along with most of her head from trying. "Whew...sweaty
Clerics are unhappy Clerics!" She removed her mantle, at least, and
then her gloves and boots. That felt a little better. She set them
beside the gleipnir next to her, careful of it- she couldn't
afford to get it wet or damaged.
Sometimes I think it's
the only thing keeping me sane...ack! Alma realized she'd gotten
the back of her shirt wet, and slapped her forehead. How stupid
can I be? Just get a towel already...
It was an appealing
thought- truth be told, she'd never actually tried a hot spring
before. She turned back to the bamboo wall behind her, where a few
yellow towels hung off racks. She grabbed the largest one and pulled
off her clothing, folding them up in a pile- she'd have to wait for
them to dry anyway. She tied the towel around her, good and tight.
"I'd better get used to the simple comforts," Alma muttered,
slipping into the springs. "Eee...owch, owch, hot hot hot...kind of
nice, I guess..."
She found a little bench had been set up in
the springs, so she sat in the water up to her shoulders, sighing in
relief. This is better...my body needed this. I've felt so
frail... Her head rocked back tiredly against the stone back,
the steam graciously seeping into her aching muscles. She didn't
smile, though.
"What am I doing here?" Alma hugged herself
under the water. "I should be out there, helping Shizumaru, or
Vincent, or Vice and Mature, or seeing if they are all okay...or
finding Marquis Elmdor..."
Alma tightened the hug. I have
a lot to contemplate. She turned over the events in her head-
being called from the Graveyard of Airships to this strange event.
Meeting Shizumaru Hisame. Meeting Vice and Mature, and then being
saved by Vincent Valentine from the fat imp, 'Lahatiel.' Then the
events of the round prior- talking with Jun, meeting Oujin with
Shizumaru again, and Mint and Maya, learning the monk's art of
chakra self-restoration...then...
"Marquis Elmdor,"
she murmured, looking into the water. "How is it you survived, when
Sir Wiegraf, Cardinal Draclau, and my own brother all fell...? How
is it that Zalera yet survives in you, when I saw the swords of
Uncle Cid and Ramza claim both your lives? Will wonders never
cease..."
Her thoughts turned to another swordsman,
practically Elmdor's opposite. "Shizumaru..." she said, tugging at
one aching bicep. "I know now what it is you hide...how have you
survived? How have you carried this burden for so long?" She sighed
again, sinking a little deeper into the water. "Who am I
kidding...the answers to all these would take a million years to
give, with my luck..."
She sat there, listening idly to the
relaxing sounds of bubbling water. Alma frowned a little- it seemed
like the steam was rising at a much faster rate than before. It was
almost like...mist, actually. She smelled something, too...some
fragrance she had smelled before, somewhere. Pleasant, like wild
cherries- perhaps the stream had been pumped full of
spices?
"I see you..."
Alma's hand was on her staff in
an instant, and the water swirled around her as she stood up with it
at the ready. She pointed its tip in the mist, her eyes turning to
green fire. She would not have known that voice but four days ago,
yet now it seemed like it was all she could hear. Angrily, she
raised the staff up. "Come out then, Altima," she said. "Your eyes
can't see the power in me now."
A cold wind- small, but
noticeable, amidst the heat of the springs. Alma jerked, hearing
water splashing off to the side. She whirled, still gripping the
white staff with purpose. Suzaku...Suzaku, where are you? I
thought you'd keep her balanced...
"Your Phoenix is
preoccupied," the voice murmured, and Alma felt soft breath fall
upon her damp neck. Her skin began to crawl, but before she could
turn, the viselike embrace was on her again. Alma gasped as her arms
were pinned to her sides, the staff again useless- she hadn't even
felt the other creep up on her. She grunted and twisted, opening her
mouth to scream at her enemy- and found it muffled by a hand that
felt all too much like hers.
Except at the ends, where
talons sprung.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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"Shh,"
Altima whispered, her voice coaxing and slick in Alma's ear. "You
mustn't scream...after all...you wouldn't want anything to happen to
your dear Shizumaru, or your Vincent, or your Vice and your
Mature...no, you wouldn't want anything to happen to anyone here, my
Alma..." Her hair tickled the back of Alma's neck. "You know what I
could do..."
Alma panted, her breathing high-pitched as
Altima held her. She could feel the Bloody Angel's warm body- her
own body- pressing against hers in that powerful, crushing embrace
she so feared. But, as Altima pulled her palm away, Alma realized
that the embrace...didn't hurt. In fact, it felt like the spring
water against her flesh again.
"...you're not real," Alma
said, her voice low, wary. "You're a dream...or a vision, or a
ghost..."
"We're alone. I'm whatever you think I am," Altima
said, her arms still tight and restricting around Alma's waist. She
pumped it, and Alma winced out of instinct. "Hmm...you've grown very
strong now. Your power's almost completely restored...so, too, is
mine. And now you control the Phoenix..."
Alma's slick
fingers tightened around her staff. "Take your arms off me," she
said, trying to glare at Altima out of the corner of her eye. "I'm
not so weak that I couldn't call Holy, you know. Doesn't that bother
you, Devil? I might destroy you and I wouldn't even have to
move!"
Altima chuckled, her talon tracing a sign- the Virgo
sign- over Alma's stomach. "You're not fooling anyone, my Alma," she
whispered. "You're no warrior mage...why, you used to be frightened
to death, just trying to summon Shiva. Your weakest aeon and yet you
were so afraid it might...hurt."
"Used to," Alma said, at
last turning to face the Bloody Angel in the eye- in her own eye.
"I'm stronger now...stronger than you."
"I know. I know
you're very strong now." Altima reached a hand up and pressed her
finger against the imprint of the golden feather on Alma's cheek,
circling it with a talon. Alma did not flinch, but Altima's gaze
softened some. "Yet you'd never imagine...it's not your strength I'm
after."
Alma glared. "No, it's just my body you're after- you
want my body and nothing more."
Altima's eyes flashed for a
moment, with something that resembled hurt. She steeled her face
after that, though, and she shifted Alma in her powerful grip until
the squirming Cleric was facing her. "Didn't I explain this to you
already?" the Bloody Angel asked, her deep red eyes boring into
Alma's head. "I won't let you die. I don't want you to die...I want
you to help me. I want to teach you. I want you to see for
yourself...to be 'free.'"
Alma grit her teeth, wishing again
that this awful vision would end. "Why don't you just...leave me
alone!? How many times do I have to tell you- there's nothing you
can give me that will make me give in! Nothing!" she shouted.
"Become God, put down the sword, even bring Teta and Zalbag and
Dycedarg back- it means nothing if it comes from you! You can never
have me, you devil! Never!"
"Why?"
"Wh- why?!"
Alma gaped, disgusted. "You're the devil and you have to ask me
that?"
Altima tilted her head. "Well, yes. All I'm offering
you is truth, Alma- the same truth that's set me
free."
"Truth...?"
"Tell me something, Alma. Beyond
the world you know, who says fire must burn? Who says water must
flow, or that wind must blow with the horizon? A select few- like
myself- have transcended these rules. I have been set free by truth,
my Alma. I have broken the rules, and rewritten law. That is my
power. I am 'free.'"
Alma frowned...this was leading to
something she didn't understand. "So you’ve achieved
enlightenment...what does that mean to me? What can an angel who
became a devil teach me?”
“How to find your truth." Altima's
hands joined around the cleric's waist, her gaze sympathetic and
soft. "Alma, I know life can be confusing- I know the crossroads are
many, and all too often the straight paths turn out to be circles.
Too much reality can be a killjoy. It’s much easier to...forget. To
feel bliss, to know comfort that surpasses physicality..." She
turned her gaze aside, a shy tinge of pink on her cheeks. "I...can
show you that, Alma. I can show you anything...I can take you beyond
the rims of galaxies, beyond the edges of the universe, beyond the
boundaries of time and space. I can show you what 'comfort' is from
there...I can."
Alma shook her head. "I'm living in the real
world, Altima. I know it's not that simple- and sending demon after
demon after me won't get me to come with you to the edges of the
universe." She turned her gaze aside, no longer meeting the Angel's
gaze. "...free Marquis Elmdor. Leave him, and Shizumaru, and Vice
and Mature and everyone alone. Alone. Go back to Hell, and live out
your punishment there. Leave my body, and never come back again.
Never. Do it, Altima. Please, just do it."
Altima was quiet,
then. Slowly, her hands slipped from Alma's waist. Alma stiffened,
but then Altima cupped her chin. She looked up, and saw the angel
wave a hand over Alma's clothes on the stone bank. They fluffed,
suddenly dry and clean.
"You are a hard prey, my beautiful
Alma," Altima said, the mist rising over her until she was hidden
from Alma's sight. "Rest now. I will trouble you no further...be at
peace."
The mist carried away, then, into the bubbling
waters, and then Alma knew she was alone.
"...hoi," she
breathed, putting her hand to her forehead. Strangely, her skin felt
dry where Altima had touched it. Alma twisted her lip some,
though...truth be told, she felt a little guilty. She might be
just playing with my mind, but those are hard words to
say...
Alma stood there for a long moment, half-damp and
half-dry, before she stepped out of the water to clothe
herself.
---
1 R-Vote to Yuri 1 R-Vote to
Shizumaru
Alma casts Allay on Ky Kiske
A-Votes
to come.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Kellios |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:04
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Ex-Turk
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Alone
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Dunno if I can be around for the end of this,
so...
1 R-vote to: Opera (I owe you
this) Jun
1 A-Vote
to: Dorrin Daisetsu Kalten
Vincent uses
Spirit Link on Alma
As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge
to you my undying and everlasting love. I
will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you
as your protector, And I will stand behind you as your solace. Please spend and end your life with me.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:17
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s p i r i t e d . . .
 Registered: Apr 2003 Location: Limbo
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meh,
i'm gonna do some vote dumping.
1 A-Vote
to: Dorrin Daisetsu Kalten Vincent Tingle
1
R-Vote to: Opera (I think I have dumped an A-Vote on you
in both of the last rounds, so I owe you this
one) Testament King
Where can I
run to? Where can I hide? Who will I turn to? Now I'm in, a virgin state of mind.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:30
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Jellomancer
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Did
somebody say -loincloth-? >:D
Nothing up my
sleeve... Presto! *jiggle*
Last
edited by Amethyst on 04-22-2003 at 04:43 PM
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:44
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The World Shall Be Mine!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: East Heaven Kingdom
Goal: WORLD DOMINATION!!!
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Phase Three (Changes): The Boy Behind The
Controls
This new outfit is so comfortable! Mint
thought as she ran through the town, testing out various acrobatic
manoeuvres as she went. Light, flexible, and oh so incredibly
stylish... I'll have to make sure I repay Mr. Shigemitsu after I win
this war and obtain godhood. Maybe a nicer store, or a magical
forge... No, wait, I'll make him young again! There's a gift that
can't be replicated!
Lost in her thoughts, she crashed
into a blond-haired boy as she crossed one of bridges. Stumbling
backwards at the impact, she landed on her rear with a loud "Ow!"
Anger flaring, she turned her gaze to the person who she had bumped
into. "Hey! Watch where your... Jason?"
"Hey, Mint, it is
you!" Jason offered her a hand, pulling Mint back to her feet.
"Well, it's certainly been a while. I didn't actually expect to see
you again."
Mint brushed herself off and laughed. "What do
you mean? I mean, potential for godhood? I should be the first
person that comes to mind when you think of that phrase!" She walked
over to the railing and jumped up onto it effortlessly. Sitting
down, she turned back to Jason. "So, this is what, your third
gathering?"
Jason nodded. "Yeah, certainly is. These things
seem to like me a lot."
"I can't understand why, though."
Mint turned to see a large creature standing nearby. It resembled a
dog, but it had red and blue fir and what seemed like a decorative
headdress. "It's not like he's really all that
special."
"Whoa! Demon!" Mint jumped up and pulled out her
rings. "White, Power, Ar-!"
"Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Jason
jumped forward and grabbed Mint's arm, interrupting her spell. "Calm
down, Mint! That's just my dog, Vader."
Mint's gaze turned a
few times between Jason and Vader, before she finally settled on
Jason. "That... is a DOG?" she asked, a bewildered tone in her
voice.
"Yeah. He changes forms to suit his environment, and
that's what this city produced. It's sort of ugly, but not too
bad."
"Hey, it's better than being a bunny," the dog
quipped.
"...Okay." Finally calming down, Mint hopped back
onto the railing. "Well, I think I should thank you for telling me
about these gatherings. If I hadn't known about them, I wouldn't
have practiced so hard for this one, and I would have had a slightly
harder time kicking as much butt as I am now!"
"Uh, thanks...
Oh!" Jason reached into his bag and pulled out a strange device.
"You seem to have a new outfit! Better make sure I get this on
tape!" Holding it up to his eye, he looked over at Mint. "Alright,
Mint, tell us about yourself!"
A faint sensation tickled the
back of Mint's mind. "...What the heck was that?"
Jason held
out the camcorder. "Oh, this? This is a camcorder. It records
whatever it sees and-"
"No, that feeling! Magical energy...
An Element! You have an Element that I've never sensed before!"
Before Jason could react, Mint had grabbed his bag and was rummaging
through it. "What's with this bag? It seems a lot larger inside than
it should be... Ahh, it's a pocket dimension! But it's not magical,
very strange... Argh, I'll never find it this way." Throwing the
PERC onto the ground, Mint jumped straight into the bag,
disappearing from sight.
Running up to the bag, Jason yelled,
"Mint, get out of there right now! Professor Ruffleberg will kill me
if the PERC gets wrecked!"
"Aha! Found it!" The muffled cry
carried a tone of excitement in it, and moments later, Mint jumped
out of the bag, a look of pure glee on her face. In her hand, she
held a small purple orb, which gleamed with a dull
light.
"...Mint, do you realize what that is?" Jason said,
his voice filled with a tinge of horror.
Mint quickly turned
around, keeping her back to Jason. "A condensed sphere of magical
energy containing an enchantment that makes the person who holds it
fall in love with anyone they see? Why, yes, I do. Why do you think
I made sure to face away from you?" She held the shining Materia up
to her eyes. "It's not the spell I want, it's the Element that
powers it."
"Wha-AHH! BLIND!" Jason staggered back as the
Love Materia suddenly glowed with a light bright enough to rival the
sun. The radiant purple light quickly focused on Mint, who sighed in
her contentment as she basked in the energy.
"Ahh, such an
interesting Element," she commented as the glow ended. Tossing the
Materia back into the PERC, she turned to Jason, a tremendous grin
on her face. "The Purple Element. It governs time and space, minds
and emotions... Ooh, this is so COOL!"
---
And with
that, I must be off to work, so I guess I'll be missing the boss
fight. Oh well. A few votes before I go....
1 A-Vote to
Kalten 1 A-Vote to Daisetsu 1 A-Vote to Jun (Just
watching out for Dorrin...)
1 R-Vote to
Alma (For getting to the hot springs when I did not...
)
1 R-Vote to Jason (For your
patience with my slow writing. :P)
1 R-Vote to
Maya (For failing to keep my promise to you... )
1 Allay to Shizumaru (*sniff*
Mint didn't get to ogle your sexy body...)
1 Allay to
Dorrin (That man can hold his liquor.)
New
Element Revealed! The Purple Element is related to powers of
the mind. Teleportation, telekinesis, and mind control are among the
spells that the Element enables Mint to use.
Mint - 3
A-Votes, 0 R-Votes, Abilities Used Battling Under The Lord
Dorrin
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:47
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Hey,
all. Finally here. I'll be posting again shortly, after I get caught
up.
But first...
Sol is using
Immolation.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 04:58
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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After
walking for roughly an hour, Setsuna spots a clearing ahead. Setsuna
heads towards the dim light. Sunrise was going to happen soon, as
the sky turned a pale gray. Setsuna walked up to a flowing river,
which ran through the island, and in front of the river, a tall
mountain side arised. Several demon-like Buddhist statues were
carved into the rock, and they rised high into the mountain, as the
river ran calmly.
Setsuna walked up to the river bank, and
kneeled on one leg. He put down his sword, and used both hands to
take a drink of water and wash his face. He noticed that he had a
slash in his left arm, from his previous battle against Adol.
Setsuna placed some water on his wound, and felt suddenly refreshed.
But he didn't feel so relaxed when suddenly, he felt small
vibrations in the water. Setsuna quickly got up, and drew his sword
in a flash of black mist.
"Very well...whoever it is, come
out now, and I may spare you a painful death of sorts..."
No
reply came. Setsuna awaited in a ready stance wihtout moving a
muscle. Suddenly, Setsuna felt a slight noise in the air, and
flipped backwards. When he regained his feet, he saw a trail of
shurikens where he was once standing. At least 5 of them, impaled in
the sand before him. Setsuna made an unpleasant smirk. It was then
when he noticed about 3 ninjas dressed in blue: one was standing in
the branches at the other side of the river, one was barely standing
aside a tree trunk, and the other was crouched behind the bushes.
They started to talk, but it seemed like their voices were being
carried by the wind.
"Are you the one named
Setsuna?"
"Is my name that important to you? Death is my true
essence!"
"Indeed, you foul beast! You were the one who
slayed two of our Genins a while ago, right? According to the rules
in our tribe, you are to receive a swift death. For your brutal
actions!"
"Brutal? I made them happy by giving them a
blessing...the blessing of eternal life! Now they shall enjoy an
eternity of pain in the hereafter!"
"Enough! Be
gone!"
The 3 ninjas vanished, and Setsuna remained
motionless. He suddenly felt a stinging pain in his back, as he was
kicked in the back by a ninja. He never noticed another ninja
reappear in front of him, give him two palm attacks in the face and
chest, and then shove him to the floor. He was picked by the arms
and legsby the two ninjas, and was thrusted towards the river. Out
of the water, a huge splash emerged, and the last ninja appeared. He
jump kicked Setsuna in mid-flight, and sent him crashing near the
edge of the river. He got up but he could not see them
again.
"Curses! These ninja seem to be of higher class than
the others...I think it's time to get serious...or die
trying!"
Setsuna then focused his electric energy in his
sword. He looked at both sides as his blade cracked with sparks. He
noticed some slashes in front of him, and he was quick to block. But
he was surprised when someone grabbed by the shoulders, flipped him,
and slammed him hard on his back. Then he was knee dropped on the
stomach by another ninja, and soon saw a rain of daggers coming his
way. Setsuna dodged and blocked some, but a dagger impaled his right
shoulder.
Setsuna rolled to his feet...again, the ninjas
were nowhere to be seen.
"Again? This could be
tricky...."
Setsuna calmly walked into the river, until his
knees were into the water. He stood there, and closed his eyes, as
the water flew between his legs. He remained there for several
minutes, and then he noticed...the trembling of the water from both
behind and front of him.
DAAAAAH!
Setsuna slashed his
sword, and soon enough, he sent one ninja flying in front of him. He
quickly turned around, punched the other ninja, and slashed his
legs, so that the ninja was wounded in both thighs. He kneeled in
the water, which now reached his stomach. Setsuna was about to give
the killing blow, but he was repelled by more shurikens. He blocked
them, and soon enough, all 3 ninjas were in the river with
him.
The river now had a red tone flowing....Setsuna then
smiled.
"You have made your first...and last...mistake,
friends!"
Setsuna raised his charged sword.
"DIE IN
PAIN!"
Setsuna impaled his sword inside the river, and the
whole river acted as an electric current that shocked the ninjas
many times over. Their bodies twitched as the river kept flowing,
and a huge electric burst came out of the river. After a few
seconds, 3 ninja bodies were floating in the water, and Setsuna was
spent....
"These battles are going to kill me...."
But
now...Setsuna noticed that he had a red dot aiming his
chest.
--- 1 A-Vote to Dorrin 1 R-Vote to
Daisetsu
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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San_Draco |
Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:02
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which Shang
Tsung steals SOULS...
Shang
Tsung looked at the box of SOULS, then at the rapidly-dwindling
figure of Captain Falcon. He looked at the box again. "A cereal...
is named SOULS? What mockery is this?"
And, of course, the
fact that the box had an interesting likeness of himself. But these
"souls" were not worth the taking, and Shang Tsung had no time for
petty grains. So he gave it to some ninja children, who were taking
a healthy exercise routine outside. Then he walked away, plotting
revenge against those people that had bested him earlier. Testament,
especially.
It was at that moment that one of the ninja
children took a big bite of the cereal, and exclaimed, "Wow, these
SOULS make feel so much more powerful! It's
soullirific!"
Shang Tsung stopped cold. Could it be...
That these are souls trapped in a dry, crunchy, fruity form? I must
have these SOULS... My very life may rest on it!
So he
did what any reasonably-minded sorcerer that needed to get souls
from children... He got polite. "Children," he asked, somewhat
silkily, "Would you mind if I borrowed some cereal from you,
delightful little children?"
The children slowly shook
their heads, and ran away to the nearby, publically accessible
secret ninja house. Shang Tsung followed them, and begged again.
"Children, I need that cereal. Please?"
The oldest
child deliberated about this, then handed the bowl to Shang Tsung.
Just as the sorcerer's hands were about to grab his prize, the ninja
child pulled it back. "Psyche!"
So the children ran off to a
convinent rooftop, where Shang Tsung found them again. This time,
however, he decided to use stealth. Namely, he transformed into a
jounin ninja, and used his best authoritative voice.
"Children! You should not be on the roof! You should
be in class. Now, go to class and give me those SOULS!"
The
children bowed their heads, and shuffled by the shape-shifted
sorcerer. As the eldest boy went past, he stomped on the roof's
tiling. The sorcerer's tile went flying, as did the sorcerer. He
landing in the garden... hard.
Shang Tsung gritted his teeth.
"I will get that cereal..."
One of the children taunted him.
"Silly sorcerer! SOULS are for kids!"
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Maya Amano 3:3
“Stripteeeease!” Maya
hiccupped.
“No! No striptease!” Dorrin yelled.
They
had been walking quickly on the streets for a little while. Dorrin
had to help Maya stand up straight so that she didn’t wobble like a
bowl of jelly with every step she took. Onlookers gave them funny
glances. Dorrin kept his head down. Maya waved at
them.
“Ahaha… I’m… I’m not gonna stripteeeease, Dorrin,” Maya
giggled. Her face was red and her eyes weren’t focused, “That would
be… undecent.”
“…That’s ‘indecent’, Maya.”
“Oh,
whatever!” she said loudly, “Difference of one
letter.”
Dorrin said nothing, but walked a little faster.
Unknown to him Maya had fallen asleep and her legs dragged on the
floor as they passed by the crowd.
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Gah, sorry for
the crappy post (again). Umm... I won't be here, so vote dump.
^^;;
A-vote to Jun (Must...) A-vote to
Kalten (Protect...) A-vote to Daisetsu
(Dorrin!)
Allay casted on Dorrin ('Cause Dorrin rocks,
yo! ^.-)
3 A-Votes, 3 R-Votes, 1
Ability.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:25
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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at San_Draco
Setsuna tried to focus his sight on
the red spot that was on his chest. It was, in fact, coming from
somewhere amidst the bushes...something he just couldn't notice, but
was there. He then heard a fire shot. He moved out of the way, and
barely dodged a bullet, which splashed into the water.
"Who
is it?"
A tall, but slender figure, stepped out of the
vegetation. He was cloaked in red, and was sporting a mean rifle in
the other hand. He also had a gauntlet in one of his hands.
"Greetings, Setsuna. I saw your little show, and I must
say...I am fairly impressed with your act."
"Hmmm...I sense
something within your soul...I feel the presence of inner
demons...hiding within that calm surface"
"Yes...I am not
totally devoid of sins, just like you, Setsuna. We are both haunted
souls, grieving for light, hoping that someday, our suffering will
end."
Setsuna leaped at Vincent, and attacked him, but
Vincent blocked with his gauntlet.
"You seem to have lost
loved ones, Valentine. And...betrayal? Is that it? I don't know much
about you...but I know I crave not light! Darkness is one with
me...and you too, belong in it! In the cradle of desperation...you
shall rot..."
Vincent summons a sphere of fire in his hand.
He extends it towads Setsuna, but he jumps backwards. However, the
fireball shoots, and Setsuna is toasted on the stomach. He falls
down, grabbing his burned injury.
"Yes, I am riddled with
nightmares, Setsuna...but my nightmares are your
downfall!"
With that, Setsuna noticed that Vincent was slowly
morphing into something he had never seen before. The once human
Vincent was now, a purple horned demon that had wildness written all
over him. His red eyes expressed murder, and his sharp teeth, spelt
death. Setsuna tried to recover, but Vincent had already leaped atop
of him.
Setsuna struggled with the Vincent beast. He kept
Vincent's mouth away by using his sword as a lever, but Vincent's
foul breath dizzied Setsuna. His claws also attacked Setsuna several
times. Setsuna also noticed a bright light coming from within
Vincent's mouth gap. It grew bigger and bigger, and now Setsuna was
aware that Vincent was trying to spew a fireball at him. Setsuna
shocked Vincent at the stomach with his hand, and threw him away
Judo style.
Vincent once again attacked Setsuna as he was
getting up, but now the young swordsman was pissed. He used his
sword to keep the beast at bay as they continued to exchange blows
and dodges. Finally, Setsuna jumped back, reared his sword behind
his back, and charged it with
electricity.
SHEENE!!!!!
Setsuna swiped it downwards,
and created a lightning streak that crusied the space between him
and Vincent, and striked the beast. Vincent was weak, and dizzy
after the attack, and Setsuna was very much spent...but he didn't
hesistate. With a final roar, Setsuna climbed atop the beast, and
stabbed him in the chest until he was down.
Vincent reverted
back to human form after Setsuna's onslaught, but he wasn't nearly
as wounded as Setsuna hoped he was.
"Grrrr...maybe this
time, Setsuna...your evil has saved you. But this is just an example
of how evil may consume you in the end...."
Setsuna breathed
heavily, as Vincent lingered away. Setsuna felt blood flow freely
from his several wounds in his body.
---- 1 A-Vote to
Vincent 1 A-Vote to Kalten 1 R-Vote to Shang Tsung (cuz it was
funny). 
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:34
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 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Xenogears - Forest of the Black Moon
Bruce Banner
walked out of the throne of the Temple of the Ignorant Truth, and
looked back once he was outside again; behind him was a humble stand
which sold a dish suspiciously similar to
okonomiyaki.
...alright, I'm starved. How do we get some
food around here anyway?
Just become a
manwhore.
I suggest that we
justify our deeds to a positive end.
You mean
we...
Steal something. Come on, I'm
starved, and we're broke.
Even
you'd stoop to that Prof? I got more dignity than to steal food like
a dog! ... Rob someone. Then buy dinner.
Hulk eat animals in forest;
nourishment.
EWW! Shit, raw
animals taste like pennies. Fuck that!
Bruce liked
Hulk's idea; just ahead of this road was, conviniently, the entrance
to what looked like a large forest. Perhaps there were large beasts
in here for the devouring. So, Bruce strolled along and took in the
view.
***
Bruce admired the quiet peace that nature
is billed to offer. He much didn't like the dry blood on his face
after Hulk's bovine buffet.
I don't
think they were cows. Hulk ate hornless males. This was an odd
species, too; they were land-roaming beasts with lungs, and gills,
gills of all breathing apparatus. ... Wait, let us examine this
patch of heavily shaded forest we're in; there are many trees,
large, strong, but also many more remain uprooted. I wonder why that
is.
Don't be a dope; I figured
it out already. This is a very deep spot we're in. When the rain
pours down, like it should, it'll collect here; this vast region of
forest seems to be on a down slope with this at the center anyway.
... You got it now, Bruce? Let me give you a hint:
Darwin.
...he's right. The land animals have adapted
to roaming both land and water.
Which
means floods happen so much...that it's reliable enough to grow
crops dependant on them; like rice. I bet you, there's a thriving
rice industry here, or something similar to rice.
I'd
bet.
What of the rings? I wonder what
they mean...they reek of the stentch of gamma
radiation.
Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out
later.
***
It's time for
a top tier A-Vote spread. A-Votes to six people with high R-Vote
counts!...and Dorrin.
So I'm left to be the
benevolent one? Fine, fine: R-Votes for Daisetsu, Tingle, King, and
our favorite shapeshifter himself, Shang Tsung.
A-Vote!
Dorrin! A-Vote! Shizumaru! A-Vote! Alma! A-Vote!
Opera! A-Vote! Ky Kiske! A-Vote! Vincent
Valentine!
R-Vote! Daisetsu! R-Vote! Tingle! R-Vote!
King! R-Vote! Shang Tsung!
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:42
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Tetragene
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Small vote dump for now, since I can't write anything
right now. *sighs*
1 A-Vote to: Jun Dorrin
1
R-Vote to: Kalten Shizumaru(payback for....er....sore wa
himitsu desu. ~_^)
Will use the rest of my stuff later,
if needed.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 05:54
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El Bruje Sale
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: The realm between the
worlds...
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In which ninja
are hired, and Shang Tsung meets up with
Testament...
Shang
Tsung stared at the children, hatred burning in his eyes. "I must
have those SOULS!"
But, alas, the children were soon called
in to their dojos, and ducked into their beds all snug. And,
obviously, Shang Tsung had no great desire to take on the
ninja-moms, who wielded frying pans and spatulas as well as other
ninja used ninjatos or shuriken. And besides, the women didn't fight
by any rules.
So, instead, Shang Tsung began wandering around
the city, taking in the sights and the smells, and enjoying a little
bit of soul-numbing sake.
Suddenly, the room filled with
ninja! They came in from the ovens, through the windows, from the
doors, and descended from the roof. Shang Tsung was impressed. "And
what do you want?"
One of the ninja bowed. "We have been sent
here on a mission."
The sorcerer was less than impressed.
"Indeed? Well, you do know that I won't let you complete it so
easily."
The ninja straightened out. "We will not be stopped.
You cannot stop us from completing our mission, not you by
yourself."
Shang Tsung grabbed the hilt of his Straight
Sword. "We shall see about that."
Weapons popped out of
nowhere. Shuriken, battle axes, ninjato, staves, kunai, nunchucks,
the occasional ball of yarn, and kama were all bared, and Shang
Tsung got the distinct impression that he was outnumbered. Then
again, he was worth quite a few ninja before he went down... if he
ever did.
But then, one of the younger ninja shouted, "Do we
really need to fight over a good deal on sake?"
The sorcerer
facefaulted. "You're here just for the sake?"
All of the
ninja sheepishly looked away. "Well... it is good
brew..."
Shang Tsung smiled. "Very well then, I have a deal
for you. Let's have a drink together, and talk
business." ---
The female ninja's face was a bright cherry
red, even with the facecloth preventing him from being seen. "A..
and then... when I heard that... well... I thought it might have
been destiny! ...I can't believe this. We've only just met, and I'm
talking to you like this! How embarrassing!"
Shang Tsung was
stone sober, but desperately wishing he was drunk. "Why... don't you
just complete the mission I gave you?"
The room slowly
emptied of ninja, and the sorcerer sighed. "Well... this day
couldn't possibly get worse."
Testament walked into the bar,
scythe in hand and glaring at Shang Tsung. The sorcerer sighed. "Or,
I could be wrong."
He picked up the sake and took another
drink. "I would salute your health, Gear, but I doubt it would do
either of us any good." ---
[OOC]Ninja ninja ninja! Shang
Tsung has hired a swarm of them to hit people!
Namely...
A-votes to: Rydia, Daisetsu, Hisame Shizumaru
(because of that Spirit Link, of course), and Dorrin. Saving one for
later.  R-votes to The Hulk, Mal'Ganis, Kalten, and Captain
Falcon. (Green thicker than nothing, blood thicker than water,
fealty thicker than death, but Commerce Conquers Completely!
)
I save my other ability for
later...
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:03
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
#1
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Ability changes:
Distance Charge deals you 3
A-Votes now, for giving the next A-Vote that you and target Sponsor
cast a triple-boost.
If a Sponsor is Spirit Link'ed, he/she
cannot be targeted with another.
These changes are
retroactive, so I'll allow you to edit your votes in your posts
accordingly.
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Bowling
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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quote:
Originally posted by DarkBlade77 Distance Charge
deals you 3 A-Votes now, for giving the next A-Vote that you and
target Sponsor cast a triple-boost.
English.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:08
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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Setsuna casts INFUSE
BRB.
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
Airships
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quote:
Originally posted by Bowling Pin English.
It deals you 3 A-Votes, but you and the target
sponsor you used it on deal 3 A-Votes each with your next
A-Vote.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:13
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Rock You
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~The
Great Pretender~ Sol Badguy--Album 3, Track 1
The target fled into the forest, and the bounty hunter
followed. The air was cool, the sky clear and bright. The low rumble
of the nearby river and the musical chatter of a pair of tiny
songbirds were the only sounds for miles.
Lighting a
cigarette, the bounty hunter smirked. Another day, another
bounty.
Searching his pockets for a smoke, Sol
barked a laugh at the memory.
He didn't even remember the
bounty's name anymore. Not like it mattered; he'd killed plenty of
worthless people in his three lifetimes.
Sol took in his new
surroundings slowly as he found a cigarette--his last,
unfortunately--and lit it with the flame that appeared in his other
hand. This place, this...Mithrik'en...reminded the dark-haired man
quite a bit of that particular forest he'd entered during his bounty
run. That, and the Grove, where'd he'd met the ge...the girl,
Dizzy.
Grunting, he put the cigarette to his lips and inhaled
deeply.
That's more like it.
Most of all,
though, it reminded him of Japan.
Before it had been reduced
to rubble, of course.
Trying to remember the year he'd
visited the ill-fated country, Sol idly kicked a rock into the
shallow stream before him, nodding in satisfaction as it skipped
twice before being swept away by the gentle current.
As he
turned from the stream, Sol thought he caught a glimpse of a dark
figure hidden in the trees, but when he looked again it was
gone.
Oh, just what I need.
He followed the
stream further into the forest, for once enjoying the peace and
quiet, something he'd never really had the opportunity to do in the
past.
Hah. Just didn't fucking care about. Don't see why I
should now.
Whatever he tried to tell himself, though, he
knew that the Frederick from long ago was beginning to show
himself.
And why not? He couldn't worry about the man and his
cronies right now; being stuck on another world and all. He had
nothing to do but wait for Daisetsu.
So, by Go--...so, he'd
stop and smell the flowers, dammit. And no one could stop
him.
And God can damn well kiss my ass.
Sol's
relaxing stroll was cut short as a white-haired man in black stepped
out from behind a tree, clutching his chest, a trail of blood in his
wake.
Figures. Just had to ruin my
vacation.
Reluctantly, the bounty hunter advanced toward
the wounded man, who glanced at him nervously.
"Who are you?
What do you want?"
"Name's Sol. That's a hell of a wound,
there, kid."
"I am no child, infidel! I am
Setsuna..."
Sol tuned out the man's tirade as quickly as he
could. Oh great. An asshole...just like
me.
****
Over to you, Lantis.
R-votes to
Setsuna, Testament, Ky and Shizumaru
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Baka
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Heaven or Hell?
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Kiske 3:3 -
Still in the Dark
Chipp
Zanuff. The most annoying ninja that ever existed. What was he doing
here? Was he dragged along as well by the -
"Mr Zanuff! It
is a surprise to see you here, of all places.. you got caught up in
this mess as well?"
The ninja shrugged. "Hey, shit happens,
y'know? Don't spose you've seen a red-haired Samurai kid around?
Goes by the name of Shizumaru? No? Damn. Ah well, how are you,
Ky?"
Ky stammered, trying to get a word in edgeways, then
stopped to let the ninja finish. Finally, he replied. "I'm... I'm
fine as always, Mr Zanuff. Why would I not be?"
"Well, I
dunno, Kiske. Something about your eyes - ah, that's just me
talkin'. I wonder where Shizu-kun is?"
"Ah.. I think I know
the man you speak of. Maybe he is here in these baths somewhere?" Ky
looked Chipp up and down - the ninja never changed. Chirpy, too full
of energy. Never quite stopping for ai- "Maybe he went that way..
no, maybe that. Ah, crap. You sure you ain't seen him, Kiske?"
Argh.. "No, Chipp. Maybe he's that way?"
"Naw, he
ain't that way, I came from that way. So.. " Chipp plonked himself
down on the rocks. "Who's yer friend?"
"Oh! Kakashi-san,
this is Chipp-san. Chipp, Kakashi. You're both ninja." I hope you
get on well and leave me al - no.. I must endure him..
"Ah!" Chipp moved round to sit by Kakashi. "What's that
you're reading? Some ancient ninja tome? Manual of knowledge?"
Kakashi proffered the book to Chipp. "It's a romance novel. I've
nearly finished it."
"WHOA!" Chipp exclaimed, grabbing at
the book. Ky sighed, and reached slowly for his coat and shoes. As
he crept out of the room, Kakashi raised one hand to wave goodbye,
still talking to Chipp. Ky grinned. It felt immoral to sneak away
like that - and he really should have realised a ninja would spot
him leaving...
Slipping his shoes back on, Ky folded his coat
over his arm neatly and walked down the corridor. Under his
overcoat, Ky wore his usual white trousers and a shoulder/sleeveless
white top, designed to keep him cool, but give him full mobility of
his arms in a fight.
The corridors of the hot springs
building were mostly empty, but a noise caught Ky's attention - a
low whistling tune, one Ky didn't recognise. Intrigued, he ducked
his head around the door - and his eyes widened.
Lord
Kalten...
Kalten. Of the four people running this
'tournament', Kalten and Ky had the least in common - but still, Ky
felt connected somehow with this one. Besides, it was one step
closer to Daisetsu..
"Ahem. Lord Kalten?"
The lord
turned lazily, chewing on a cocktail stick which he pulled from his
mouth to speak. "Yeah? What is it, can't ya see I'm trying to soak
here?" He began to twirl the stick between his fingers, his eyebrows
narrowing as he looked at Ky. "Ky, right? You're one of my guys."
"Your guys? I'm sorry, sir, I don't follow you." Ky shifted
his feet uneasily, watching the lord.
"Yeah. Whole buncha
people get brought here, I had to bring some of ya. I got you, I got
that Tsung guy, couple of others, too. Can't say I hold with it that
much myself, but hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta - BLASTED
FLIES!" Kalten's hands moved in a flurry, swatting at the offending
insect.
"Uh, sir.. may I enquire as to why we've been
brought here?"
"You heard the man. Godhood and all that.
Armies and stuff." Kalten grinned at this, a sick grin with no
humour in it.
"Yes, but I'm an investigator, sir. There must
be more to it than this - the pieces don't add up. Why were any of
us in particular called?"
This got a response. Kalten pulled
himself up, towel-clad, and turned to face Ky fully. Ky noticed with
trepidation that the man was shaking - "Look, churchman, I've had it
up to here with your incessant QUESTIONS! I don't give a shit about
any other motives or suchlike. I'm not HERE for any of this shit,
I'm just here to storm on over to Naclos and break it into tiny
little pieces. You know what I'm gonna do to their precious church
then? I'm gonna spit on the pieces and grind 'em into the dirt for
what they did. Any more FUCKING questions?"
Ky took a step
back, his lip trembling. "U-ug... pardon moi... Lord Kalten.
I truly did not mean to offend you.. uh.. I'll
leave.."
Kalten paled again, sagging slightly. "Geez. You
just can't get the staff these days. You better get out, kid, before
you piss me off anymore."
Bowing hesitantly, Ky backed out of
the room and walked hurriedly down the corridor towards the exit.
That man.. no.. he must have his reasons - but Ky could see he
wouldn't be the right one for the information he sought. Daisetsu..
was the one he sought.
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R-vote to Sol (in
kind..)
Baka // Black
Angel // Salva Nos
"I'm not good- looking enough to be
party leader." - Robin Cook
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Death roams next door
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Setsuna stared at the man who stood in front of him, and
scanned him with his sight from head to feet. He looked pretty much
like Vincent, except he had no cloak, and had a dangerous looking
sword. He was smoking something, and had a cocky look in his eyes.
"So...what the hell do you want? Did you came here to mock
me for my current state or what?"
"Hey, easy, tanned boy. I
see you quite an ass kicking there...."
"The situation was
definetly not in my favor..."
"Like hell it aint! This place
is damn nuts! Ninja fuckers everywhere...I had to dispose myself of
4 of those black cloaked assholes back there a while ago. Bastards
kept pestering me about a bounty...."
"Yes, there are prices
on our heads, it seems...."
"Yeah, but they messed with THE
bounty hunter to end 'em all. And I bet it's thanks to that Jun
babe...man, I would HIT it, but she's a bitch. Too
bad."
"Hit...it?"
"Yeah man, like...the Big Cheeze,
the Freakzilla, the One-Eyed Giant...come on, boy! Don't tell me you
haven't got laid yet?"
"Are you talking to me in riddles?
Because I sure as hell don't get a word of what you're
saying."
"Damn it, kid. You really need to stop that gloomy
shit and wake up and sniff the roses...."
"Rather sniff that
than what YOU are sniffing."
"Hey, that wasn't cool! Now,
stick with me, and I'll teach you how to be cool and kickass at the
same time!"
"I think this man might prove of some use",
thinks Setsuna. "Maybe he can actually show me the true mystery of
these filthy humans."
"So, um...wanna smoke?"
"Smoke?"
"Yeah, man, have a shot, for a change!"
Setsuna
smoked a bit of Sol's cigarette. He appeared to swallow some smoke,
but was passive to the effect. The smoke ended up coming out of his
ears.
"Hah! Hey, that was pretty pimp...."
"You
think?"
In that moment, 2 ninjas approahced,
shaking.
"Ummm...are those the 2 ninja killing
nuts?"
"Yes, reports declare they have killed quite a few of
us...and the bounty has been doubled! This is our chance to attack
unnoticed!"
Sol was handing over a cigarette to Setsuna when
suddenly, a shuriken pierced the cigarette.
"Who the
fuck!"
The 2 ninjas attacked, but Sol grabbed one of the
ninjas without even looking, by the throat. He shoved his face
towards the discarded cigarette.
"Look at what you did,
fucker! That was my last goddamn
smoke!"
"Errrggghhh..."
"Was THAT an excuse? Time for
you to be LIT UP!"
Sol blows the hapless ninja away with a
swing of his sword. Meanwhile, Setsuna was attacked by the other
ninja, but quickly dispatched him by gutting him in no time.
"Man...that scrub was OWNED!"
"Owned?"
*sigh*
"We have a lot of track to cover...."
--- 1 A-Vote to
Jun 1 R-Vote to Sol
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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...Why
in the hell did it take me a hour to get on SRK????
Anyway...
Rydia slowly walked away from
the other warriors after hearing Daisetsu's speech, and headed
towards the edge of the island. She allowed herself to kneel down
and stare at the water, letting her thoughts drift to the
conversation that she and Daisetsu shared a while
ago...
*** "...And that's it, in a nutshell." Daisetsu
said as he continued to help Rydia nurse her control over her new
and mysterious powers, slowly transferring some of his aura to the
summoner so that she could control that aspect of her powers. While
the transferrence took place, The two had been talking for about the
hour about why they were here, and the seriousness of Daisetsu's
plight. Rydia could sympathize, but the pain of continuing to fight
and kill were taking a toll on her.
"I see..."
"It
doesn't sound like you're too happy about this."
"How can I?
No matter what power you offer or how noble you make it sound, you
are still asking us to kill people in the end?" As the pair floated
during the transferrence, Daisetsu noticed that her aura started
changing from red to a grayish-white color.
"I understand,
but this is to save an entire world, a entire species of people.
Surely that is worth the bloodshed, is it not?"
"......."
"If you agree, then
why...?"
"Because it never ends!" Rydia's aura became a
brilliant gray color which illuminated the jungle, but did nothing
to hide the tears the were streaming from her eyes. I lost everything...my life, my mother...because
someone wanted to impose their will on others. I had to spend my
days in sadness, training myself to kill and hurt and destroy...and
in the end, nothing really changed at all! There's always violence!
There's always sadness! It never
ends...M..mother..."
Rydia's aura repelled Daisetsu's
power quite forcefully, the sheer power of the feedback almost
knocked him down from the air. Rydia herself soon fell to the ground
and crumpled herself into a ball, her sobbing almost incoherent.
Daisetsu hugged her softly as he felt a pinge of guilt and remorse
in his heart for the girl.
"Mother...don't
leave me...please come back..."
"Listen...there are
times where you just have to fight, Rydia. You are holding on to the
pain of war too tightly. You have to believe that one day justice
will prevail, that one day the fighting will end."
"I...I can't.."
"You must. What would've
happened to your world if people didn't believe in the greater good?
You yourself believed that once, or else you wouldn't have fought.
You may think it was because of vengance, but deep down it was for
the hope of justice."
"It wasn't...I was
angry..."
"What would your mother say to you right
now? Would she be proud of you for standing up for those who
couldn't defend themselves? Would she be proud of you for not giving
up even though you suffer hardships day in and day out?" Daisetsu
moved a couple of strands of her hair to expose her face, which even
though it was full of tears, her eyes seemed to agree. Her aura
began to die down quite a bit as well.
"Yes, she would. I can
feel it deep down that she would be proud."
"Good. Always
hold on to that thoughout your life." Daisetsu said as he offered
Rydia his hand and helped her up, wiping away her tears as she
regained her composure. "Are you ready to continue the
training?"
"Yes."
****
"She would be
proud..." She thought as she picked herself up and headed
towards the village, but still, there was a part of her that was
unsure that there will be a better day in her world and in her life.
She needed someone to talk to, someone who has been through the
hardships that she has, but who...
Her eyes landed on the
fighter who she somehow fought some time ago: Sol.
"Excuse
me." Rydia said as she walked her way up to him. The warrior layed
his right hand on the Fireseal and smirked at the summoner. "I need
to ask you a question."
"Well, well kitty, do you really need
another belly stratching? I doubt you'll enjoy it as much as last
time."
"Sol, why do you fight?"
Exeter, don't
know if you wanna follow up on this...but I'll make it worth your
while if you do.
A-Vote to Shang Tsung A-Vote to
Dorrin A-Vote to Jun
R-Vote to Daisetsu
Done for
today, Buffy is coming on soon.
SRK Battle
Poll II:10th place - Edge SRK Battle Poll II: 5th place -
Link
One of the reasons why the '24' threads are too
good...
quote:
Originally posted by Azrael-sama
Not to mention
the Triple P's New Ho is going to get herself into all sorts of
shit. We didn't need to see Spinless Weasel Guy stuffing a gun
into his bag to know that's a trap. You have to hand it to Shin
Sherri, not only would she have recognized this blatantly obvious
set-up, she would have RC'ed it into about 7 different traps of
her own. By the time she was done with that guy, he'd be on
welfare and PREGNANT with HER kids.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:30
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The 24 Edit Team Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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quote:
Originally posted by Renmazuo
It deals you 3
A-Votes, but you and the target sponsor you used it on deal 3
A-Votes each with your next A-Vote.
Got it.
...wow, this move is ass
now.
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Posted: 04-22-2003 , 06:32
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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Captain's log. 04-22-03. 6:30pm Sponsored by
Barrels
Falcon, thoroughly relaxed from the hot springs,
decided that he should get out now. Plus, he ph33red teh shrinkage
of staying in water so long. So he climbed out and went to the
dressing room, donning his ordinary suit again. Before leaving,
Falcon felt obligated to do one more thing. He walked over to the
mirror and posed, making sure he still had it, which, of course, he
did. After flossing his teeth to assure maximum shininess, Falcon
made his exit.
Unbeknownst to the Captain however, there was
something in the locker, something... horrible...
'The precious... he took the precious with him... we
must follow...'
Spankum began to give chase, but made
one critical mistake, he locked himself inside the
locker....
'Damn...'
Going
atop a hillside, Falcon eyed something in the distance, ships...
possibly with shipments... and representatives. It would be about
twenty minutes before they came, so the Captain did what all
self-respecting heroes would do, get endorsements while he waits.
Upon his arrival at the city, he went to a
teahouse.
'Ahh... tea... good for the body. Much healthier
than Cola, and it tastes much better. Too bad there isn't as much
money in it. Oh well, if it's all that is
available...'
Falcon entered the teahouse and went over
to the owner.
'Greetings. I am Captain Falcon, how much
business would you say this teahouse gets on average?'
'Not
much really, the sake houses tend to be more popular.'
'How
would you like me to represent you? It will be worth
your while, no one is a better spokesperson than I!'
'Hmmm...
well, if it would help business... possibly...'
'Consider it
done!'
'Chalk up another sponsorship for the
Falcon!'
With this, Falcon went out to promote Mizuki
Teahouse. Between aquiring the deal and walking from the hill to the
town, the ships had enough time to arrive, Falcon went to check on
them. He arrived, but these were no delivery ships, they were Pirate
Ships! An invasion!
------------------- Falcon now has an
endorsement with Mizuki Teahouse. PIRATES HAVE BEGUN THEIR
INVASION
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Hyperion's servant
 Registered: Oct 2002 Location: Where you are
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Time
to experiment with a new style of writing. Think of it has most
similar to the comic book "style of writing":
King Chapter 3: Memories That Ebb, Weaknesses That Flow
Section 2
Mithrik'en, West
Most Island
Arriving on the barely
average-sized, verdant island that was the west most island of
Mithrik’en by way of an iron bridge, King slowed down her frantic
running to a slightly quick jog. Finally way from all the
bile-inducing architecture of the main islands, she felt that there
was no need to keep running as she was well away from those things
and couldn’t even see them any more. She also still felt a bit weak
from the match against that… demon with her “teammate” Shang Tsung,
who she had known for less than an hour and then only because he was
about to die. She was still jogged as she began berating herself for
her atrocious performance yesterday.
What the hell was I
thinking? Starting off with such a futile and slovenly attack. I
could have been killed on the recoil of that attack. Well, not
killed… her thinking paused as she remembered that Daisetsu had
said they couldn’t be killed. But most likely, I don’t think that
immunizes me from being hideously maimed. Why did I think that
any of my attacks would have an effect on that damned thing?
Neither my Venom Strike nor my Mirage Kick worked. Hell, my fucking
strongest technique didn’t even seem to be tickling
it. How the hell could I contend with that thing or even Shang Tsung
if he managed to kill it pretty much with medium effort after
nearly being decapitated by that Testament guy?
Geez…
King slowed down to a leisurely walk now, as the
“realization” of her worth, or rather lack there of in her eyes, hit
again like all those years ago.
“Well, it shouldn’t be
surprising,” King coldly smiled to herself as she continued in a
manly whisper, a lifeless glaze tainting her eyes. “You’ve
always been so fucking useless.”
King’s
movement completely halted the utterance of the word.
Useless. Useless. The thoughts came in her own
natural, womanly voice.
Useless woman. Useless woman.
The thoughts came in the masculine and strong voice of her male
façade.
Useless! Useless! The thoughts formed as the
bodiless voice as everyone she had met. Everyone that mattered to
her: Ryo, Jan, Yuri, Kasumi, Ryuhaku, Robert, Mai, Xiangfei, Hinako.
Hell, even Takuma and Rydia were “there”.
USELESS.
USELESS. The thoughts cascaded upon her in the form of chant,
with the voices of every audience she had fought in front. The Muay
Thai audience. The King of Fighters audience. Even the arena
audience from less than a day before. All cascaded upon pounding her
with their aggregate chant, screaming it, yelling it. USELESS!
USELESS! USELESS! USELESS!
USEL…
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” The scream erupted from the
just about regularly sized island as if just been hit with an atomic
bomb. All the fury of such a weapon still could not hope to match
the fury of the woman who had yelled with all her rage, though only
the birds, all of them fleeing as quickly as their wings could carry
them, had truly heard her.
“I!”
SNAP! A
nearby tree snapped in two as King unconsciously and uncaringly
swung as vicious roundhouse at it.
“AM!”
RIP!
A couple of more trees were stripped of the leaves and bark as she
them as a living Tornado with her technique of the similar name.
“NOT!”
CRUNCH! Half a dozen more trees were
broke into as they bore witness to the fury of a few blindly shot,
fully-powered Double Strikes.
“USELESS!”
BOOM! King was blown backward into one of the trees
that had survived her ferocious outbreaks behind her. She slumped to
ground, unconscious. Before her, a whole row of trees had simply
ceased to be. Obliterated. Stripped almost all the way to the
coast.
***
Some time
later…
King awoke. Or at least thought she
did, as she all she could see was darkness. She felt the cold air
press unusually close against her body. She felt something rocky
behind her knees, and her legs went behind her. She also felt an
unsettling pair of metal objects around her wrist, but she moaned as
she suddenly realized the pain that her body was
in.
“Uhgn…”
“Hey, boss!” She heard a voice say. It
sounded as if it belonged a young, zealous teenage male. “She’s
awake!”
She heard nothing. And then another voice, extremely
close to her. Where were the footsteps?
“So I see.
Good work, Shinzo,” an older male voice responded.
“Thank
you, Genbu-sama,” the younger voice replied.
A quick breeze
passed King’s face, and then a sharp pain registered as her duct
tape blindfold was ripped from her face.
“Ow!” yelped King.
As her vision was restored, she found herself looking about at about
a dozen ninja, dressed in drab navy blue uniforms, ominously
standing front of her, their eyes trained like daggers on her.
Behind them was a door to the rather spacious room she is being held
in.
“That better not have removed any of my
eyelashes or eyebrows,” she sardonically uttered, not really caring
but still angry from before.
“You,” the one whom she assumed
was Genbu began authoritatively, their eyes locking together before
he continued. “You have no right to make any demands. You,
who have caused to destruction the island of Nemuyama, home of the
Yuutokuno Clan. You have no right to make demands to the people to
who your life is now indebted. You are in no
position.”
At the word position, a trio of snickers
emanated from behind him before he turned around and shot them
daggers; the snickers immediately stopped. At the word position,
King looked down and saw a sight that made her blood boil even more:
She had only her lavender bra and panties on.
“YOU BASTARD!”
She blared, at irate her captors. “WHERE ARE MY
CLOTHES!”
Genbu turned away, going out the door with his men
following behind him.
“ANSWER ME!”
Genbu still walked
away, though it sounded like he whispered back “Like I said,
no position.” just loud enough for her to hearl; the door was
closed. Nevertheless, she drove her arms forward, wanting to grab
Genbu and rip his still beating heart out before crushing it, but
the steel manacles around the her wrist and the steel chains that
they were attached to held her back.
Genbu, in the meanwhile,
rolled a green marble-looking object behind his fingers. The only
thing that distinguished the object from the normal marble was the
storm inside it that flared, froze, broke, and then swirled again
like a tornado.
Genbu chuckled to himself. “Ah two
treasures today already.”
***
Meanwhile, else in Mithrik'en
Vincent
Valentine vigorously checked all the pocket on his person in his
search for his lost materia. However, he realized that he was
missing more than one.
You have got to be kidding
me...
It's your own fault
Valentine. You should really watch out for helmeted freaks in
towels, unless you're into that.
Shut
up Chaos.
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Mini-game: Ninja Chess
Save
King (cheesy chess reference that was aforementioned) from the
Yuukotuno Clan of Ninja!
This clan is made of the pariahs of
the main clan that is led by Jun's father. They have secluded
themselves to the island of Nemuyama, an island that is the smallest
in Mithrik'en. It has a verdant forest, or rather had ones
thanks to King ( ), and a small mountain where the Ninja's base is. There is
no obvious entrance of course, and therefore you will have to find
yourway into it.
Once there, you have to fight through about
the three dozen or so ninja, all of the minor rank of Genin.
However, that doesn't make them any less dangerous, especially in
"swarms". After that, you'll most likely have to fight Genbu
himself, who was a high rank Chuunin, his speciality being
illusions. And did I mention that there base is a warehouse full of
stolen goods and explosives? 
The first two people rescue King to get an R-Vote.
She will be in the back room, only in her undergarments ( ), which are of course female since she is not that
androgynous. She will be irate, embarassed, and most importantly
homicidal. If you swoon over her or she has to escape on her own
accord, let's just say she wouldn't be a happy potential deity. 
Oh, and one more thing. K' is the possession of
Vincent's Demi materia, while Genbu is the possession of
Vincent's Contain materia. Have fun! And sorry that took so
long.
You have until 6:15 P.M. PST.
EDIT: Why did I
think that Chaos speaks in brown? 
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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