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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 06:52 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

*laughs at everyone* Great, great. Sorry I don't have enough time to write a decent post. I will be taking Falcon up on that offer, though, JSG. It'll just have to wait a little while. I'm dying Easter eggs! *squeals like a little girl*

But just to finish off the rest of my votes...

1 A-vote to Daisetsu.

Tingle: Clean out and proud of it.

I might hop back in later on. Depends on how late the round goes.

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Larrok Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:11 PM

Junior Member

Registered: Apr 2003
Location:

Vote dumping time...

1 A-vote to
Hulk
Shang Tsung
Kuma
Rogue
K'

1 R-vote to
Ky
Testament
Sol
Alma


Nothing against anyone here, except no-shows... just gotta get rid of these votes.

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Soujiro Seta Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:15 PM

The Silver Ogre

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Beyond Death

Act I – Death and the Angel – II

From a high rooftop, he watched those below with eyes of empty silver. They moved, he perceived. But there was no sight; no illusion of color that wandered into his mind.

Justice – Libra – was blind; this he knew for a fact. What many people were unaware of was that he, Death, was as well.

Blind yes; blind I may be. But I see it...I see more than any mortal ever shall. And I feel the breath, the soft whisperings of those long departed, as their singing elevates me. I know that which brings the fright of death even to the door of every man’s heart.

Tell me, have you accepted it yet?


The body of Mesdoram Elmdor held out his arms, flexing the muscles in them. Blood ran strong and hot in his sculpted form, the Asura lay dormant in its scabbard at his side. And yet, of his body, he was not in control. His flesh had become solid in the time that man, Daisetsu, had said, but he had not yet felt his own blood’s warmth.

The Darkness...here it runs strong. Many have felt its touch; some have baptized themselves in its black waters. But from their essences, I cannot discern that of the Sleeping King. How...bothersome. But, eons have passed since last I walked the sphere of the mortal world. Those who feel the Darkness; they will feel my eye upon them, and perhaps in time, find me.

Or I find them.


Elmdor raised his eyebrow as a sandy gust swept past him.

Huh?

“Alpha Brade!” The wind whipped and a sight from the corner of his eye became a blur, hurtling toward him at a wild speed. The crimson cape fluttered in a spiral as Elmdor spun around, yanking his sword halfway from its sheath. That was all the time he had, and then a silvery crescent blade slowed down as it impacted his own half-drawn katana. The unprepared-for assault threw him roughly to the ground. He rolled as the flat, sandy rooftop gave up clouds of dust, then looked up.

The blur had taken the form of a man, who now stood with his hands folded together in a monk-like pose. His hair glimmered a shade of silver remarkably similar to Elmdor, but stood defiantly in the face of gravity, looking for all the world like the man had been permanently electrified. His black top was pulled tightly around his lithe form, and his white pants were a bit dusty and stained with a few flecks of blood here and there.

“Hajimemashite, man.” He smirked even as his arms took their positions in front of him. “I thought I saw you earlier, maybe. Whatever...anyway, you’re a samurai, right?” As he directed his line of sight downward to Elmdor’s sword, the Marquis replaced the katana in its sheath. “Not Japanese, that’s for sure. Maybe an enthusiast?”

“That speed...” Elmdor brought his hands up, curving his stance into one of the Eastern martial poses. “Would you mind showing it to me again?” He broke the stance for only a moment, to throw back over his shoulder a stray lock of his silvery hair.

So easy to read, so easy...so overconfident. How shall I turn it to thy downfall?

“Let’s go!” shouted Chipp Zanuff as his powerful legs carried him far above the rooftop. “Find me!” His body seemed to shimmer and disappear as he began his descent.

One of the master ninjas’ secret techniques, the ‘Sunken State’ – is this that? Then perhaps this boy is more dangerous than the rifraff I took him for – Elmdor’s thoughts were interrupted by a smashing blow to the right side; the violent force causing him to stagger back – and right into a flaming star that singed his flesh. Another invisible blow struck him flat in the chest, forcing the wind from his lungs. The young ninja glimmered before his eyes before disappearing again. He only heard the youth’s voice.

“How’s that for speed? You had enough yet?” Cocky and self-assured – the voice of the invisible ninja exuded those qualities as, somewhere on the rooftop, he was planning his next strike only moments from now.

I must control the battlefield; that is how I might turn this battle in my favor.

With a flash of crimson, black, and silver, Elmdor ran the few steps to the edge of the flat roof and jumped, taking to the air as he vaulted over the wide street below and to the roof of the building on the opposite side.

“Holy Zen!,” shouted Chipp, phasing back into view. “He’s not getting away from me like that!” Following the path his silver-haired opponent had taken, he quickly gained his top speed, springing away from what seemed like only the very edge of the building’s roof. He gyrated in the air like an expert gymnast, having plenty of air time to spare. His landing found him skidding on the sand-made roof, readying his next jump even as the dust rolled behind his still-moving form.

“Beta Blade!” His rising attack shot vertically up at the jumping Elmdor, the blade on Chipp’s arm glinting in the bright sunlight. The older man seemed to flip upside-down in the air as Chipp’s attack came dangerously close to severing some major limb.

“Wave Fist!” Elmdor’s palms flashed briefly, sending out a speeding energy blast that crashed point-blank into Chipp. The two midair-battling warriors were blown back from each other, and dust was unsettled from the rooftops where they landed. Chipp heard only the word ‘Fira!’ as he sprang up from his landing site just in time to jump away from a tall column of swirling flames that bursted forth from the roof. Even as he did so, smaller balls of fire rained down on his position, exploding where they hit the hard sand surface.

“Whoa baby!” Chip triple-somersaulted forward and tucked his legs in as he sailed on the wind toward his opponent. But Elmdor was also up, and looked nowhere near ready to lay down and yield. Chipp seemed to gain on him; the crimson-caped man wasn’t moving. Realizing he seemed to be holding the advantage, Chipp’s body shimmered once more as his physical form disappeared into the environs around him. “Find me...if you can!” he taunted as his arm-mounted blade was readied for another strike. “Alpha Blaaaaaaade!” Chipp’s speed once again superceded what would have been visible as he hurtled forward, wild silver hair whipping in the wind that he himself created.

Can you see that which cannot be seen? As powerful as you think you are, that is an impossibility. But I, who cannot ‘see’, see all things! All becomes grey, grey becomes the grave...!

Elmdor closed his eyes, and only then, ‘saw’ the ninja almost upon him! “Hah!” he grunted, catching Chipp’s blade between two of his fingers with a satisfying smile. Chipp faded back into view, in the air, with a shocked look on his face.

I can’t believe he found me! Great Buddha almighty!

Elmdor’s movement did not cease with just his blade grasping. Instantly clasping the blade between both his hands, he captured the ninja’s momentum, flinging him off the roof toward the ground below.

“Holy Zen!” Though Chipp was genuinely caught off-guard, his quick thinking gave him one way to even the odds. And that way had better the hell work. “If I’m goin’ down, you’re comin’ with me man!” Twisting his legs, he grabbed the corner of the swordsman’s cape between his feet. In a second, the cape snapped taut, and the force of Chipp’s falling body yanked Elmdor from his rooftop perch down toward the street below, following the young man who was laughing at his plight even as he hurtled toward the same street himself.

It’s never the falling that hurts, Chipp thought, so much as an awkward landing.

Well...crap.


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1 A-Vote to Tingle
1 A-Vote to Rogue
1 A-Vote to Kalten

1 R-Vote to Vice and Mature
1 R-Vote to King

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Curley W Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:20 PM

Basic Lurker

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

"...Ow..." Jason groaned, still smoldering a little from the bomb blast. "Shouldn't have cracked that joke about 'em. Don't bother with them for now. You're outnumbered, and the last thing you need is to get involved with another demon. At least you got a GBA out of the deal. 'Course, you already HAD one anyway.... Where'd Vader run off to?"

"...Ow..." Jason repeated as another surge of pain passed. "Okay, stop daydreaming and heal yourself." Reaching into his bag, his thoughts focused on a root and some water. He drew on their energies as usual, and sent the soothing wave of the Heal formula over his body. The formula started working it's magic, ridding his skin and even his clothes of the various burns and other damage. He got back on to his feet, and scanned his surroundings.

"Vader~!" The fanboy called out, walking down the city streets. "Where are you? Here boy~!"
----
"Where the heck is he?" He thought, having been searching for the past hour for his dog. "He was with me when I left King, how far could he have-" His question was answered before he could even ask it. Heading straight for him was the cow from his earlier Bovine formula, mooing in terror as a familiar Jackal barked close behind.

"Vader!" Jason shouted. "What do you think you're doing?!" He got no reply, and instead had to jump out of the way as the cow stampeded forward, narrowly missing Jason, and smashing into another man who was accompanied by a talking head on a stick.

"Woc yawanur, aohw!" the head screamed.
----
"Enough is enough..." Jason thought as he followed the two animals through the city. All other attempts had failed, and he was begining to run out of breath. Taking in a deep breath, Jason shouted as loud as he could in a commanding tone. "VADER~!!"

Finally, Vader heard his master, and slowed down to a stop. Turning around to greet his master, Vader asked, "Do you have to shout?"

"Yes.... What were you doing chasing that cow?" Jason asked.

"Stomach's growling." Vader replied. "Gut told me it wanted meat, so I decided to put your cow to use."

"...Must be your form." Jason guessed. "Being a jackal must increase your predatory instincts."

"Whatever." Vader stated. "I'm still hungry, so I'm gonna see about that...... Aw, crap!" Jason and Vader turned around to where the cow had run off to. It had crashed into a large bear, who decided that it too, was hungry. The jackal frowned as it's meal had been stolen by something much higher on the food chain. "There goes dinner..."

Jason flashed a smile at his old friend. "Cheer up, I got some jerky treats you munch on." As he reached into his bag, he noticed his new surroundings. Close by, He saw a glass shop that had been devastated by what he would guess have been a battle. A man wearing black had just left, leaving behind two people clad who looked injured

"Hold on a sec. Let's see what we can do for those people over there."
______________________________________________

1 A-vote to Adol Christian(Crusader)!

Using Lord Kalten's special ability Scattered Fire On Adol Christian, and Kuma(Simplistic Hero)!

1 R-Vote to Kuma!(one little cow goes a long way for votes)

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The Damned Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:30 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

King
Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self
Section 5


King, still somewhat pissed about that white-haired, dark-skinned, sword-wielding maniac, had managed to become less irate after shoving aside a large number of slow moving people, four of whom she guessed were contestants. She was still running, or rather, jogging through town, though, in rush to get as far away from that man as possible.

Perhaps he’s attracted to men with short hair. Or perhaps he knows and was trying to cope a feel. Either way, that most likely would have ended in some form of rape. And for K’’s sake, I sort of hope it wasn’t the former.

King closed her eyes as she visibly shuddered, still jogging. This frightened some of the more impressionable townspeople who thought they were seeing the ghost of a person who had froze to death from the desert nights. When King stopped and opened her to look at what part of town she was in, she saw nothing. Not the type of nothing that would be use to describe a part of town that was desolate in terms of populous and completely devoid of any type of buildings. Literal nothingness.

"Ah! I'm blind!" King exclaimed, in her normal, womanly voice.

"ACTUALLY," the voice to seem to boom around here, but was somehow also centralized above her. "YOU'RE IN MY PERSONAL SPACE. MY VERY PERSONAL SPACE. WOULD YOU MIND STEPPING OUT OF ME?."

King took a quick hop back, and halfway through the jump her vision returned. Slowly her focus came upon and first thing she saw was the tanned skin of the tall, well-built man she had been in.

"Sorry," she apologized, but in voice that was more manly than last time. "I should watch where I am going."

"No problem," the man replied nonchalantly, as she had merely spilled a drop of water on him. "However, now you're in my mace. Mind moving back again?"

"Sure!" King blared, her voice made unmanly and overly zealous by embarrassment. She took another swift hop back, allowing herself to get an even better view of him. Had King been as anger and depressed as she still was under the embarrassment, she probably would have swooned for him internally at first glance.

"Thanks." The man smiled.

"No need to be uptight though. After all, we wouldn't want one of our saviors dying from materializing instead another solid object," the man warmly stated. He noticed her slightly cringe at the idea.

"Savior? I'm no savi..."

"Sure you are!" The man beamed. "We have faith in you, as you must us. Most of all, Daisetsu has faith in you. Don't let him down."

King sheepishly nodded in response.

"Now, if you may excuse me," the man said politely, but it almost sounded like a question with that much humility behind it. "I was on a walk in one direction, you, obviously, were in a run in the other. Therefore, while I would wish to walk with you, I have to find an associate of mine. Excuse me."

King moved to the side, still quite embarrassed.

"Oh," the man smacked his head as he stopped right next to her. "How rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Dorrin. Yours?"

"King."

"King?" Dorrin pondered aloud. "That's certainly an odd name? Did your mother name you that?"

"No."

"Oh," Dorrin stated, though not at surprised with the reply. He continued passing her.

After a few more steps, he continued walking again, as did she.

"An odd pseudonym, especially for a woman," Dorrin muttered, as loud enough for King to hear.

Great, you moron! Now he knows!

King began running again and didn't look back, not realizing that she too was solid as she vanished.

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EDIT: Oh, I nearly forgot.

R-Vote to Jun.
R-Vote to Elmdor.

Vanish ability used.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:32 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Voting has ended.

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Amethyst Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:39 PM

Jellomancer

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Amethyst stopped dead in his tracks as a flare of energy registered in his mind.

That aura... I've felt it before, but it's... different now?

Another flare, and he pivoted towards the source.

Over there... He sighted a tall building in the area the flare originated from and closed his eyes.

Bokura ni yuku michi o ataeru...

GATE


Amethyst opened his eyes and looked down from his perch. There, two speeding blurs flung themselves back and forth. As they paused, Amethyst caught glimpses of the fighters.

Him. Silver hair... that cape... the sword... Where have I seen him before...

Images flashed to his mind. Fei. Aya. Red Mage. JC Denton. Kaiki's fight... That was him there, I felt the same aura from that tower...

Elmdor-sensei... but something is... more sinister about him now.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 07:54 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Votes have been tallied. When my story post comes in (likely past 8 by a bit), this round is over.

'|' A-Votes
'x' R-Votes

Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (0 EXP)

Sponsors
||Bowling Pin - The Hulk(Marvel Super Heroes)
xxSwitchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of Fighters)
|||||Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear)
|||||Slipstream - Yuri Hyuga(Shadow Hearts)
||Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear)
|ShinkuuR - Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV)
|||||||||||||||||colguile - Allen Sanyder (Street Fighter EX)
||||||||||||Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi 2)
|||||||||||||Simplistic Hero - Kuma(Tekken)
|||||Larrok - Max (Tales of Destiny II)

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

Kalten --- The Blue Dragon(0 EXP)

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

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

Jun --- The Green Dragon(0 EXP)

Sponsors
xxThe Damned - King(The King of Fighters)
|||||Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III)
||||||Nif - Kite(.hack//infection)
|Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty Gear)
||||||Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII)
|||eyesaw - Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom)

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

Dorrin --- The White Tiger(0 EXP)

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

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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:09 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which Shang Tsung rests from his endeavors, and meets Maya Amano...

Shang Tsung slowed down, then stopped. While he had gained a small amount of souls, they were of mediocre quality, and not of true value to him. Little more than light snacks. Speaking of snacks...

There was an extremely nice resturant in the middle of the city, and it beckoned to Shang Tsung like a huge beacon. He needed little urging to come in.

A waiter bowed to him, and motioned to a seat. "How may I serve you today..." He took a look at Shang Tsung's rich clothes and well-polished poise. "Sir?"

Shang Tsung smiled. "A little wine, please. And I'm in the mood for some pate de fois gras and roast mandarin duck, if you have it."

The waiter bowed. "Indeed, sir. Please wait a moment. Would you prefer Gunderloch or Colgin?"

The sorcerer nodded in relief. "Gunderloch. The herbs add to a soothing effect."

Considering the restaurant was a cook-to-order establishment, the food was done extremely quickly. Of course, while Shang Tsung enjoyed his food, he also started digesting what he had learned about the different participants. Testament is a soul-stealer, even as I am. Ky possesses an immense power, utilizing thunder powers. But it's Sol that I'm worried about... He seems completely normal, his soul contains neither taint of abject evil nor excessive purity. Yet he can utilize such power... And that Storm, she thinks that she is different from the others. But, soul-wise, she is just another woman. What is the connection between them?

His musings were interrupted when the waiter kept shooting questioning glances at Li Mei's skeleton, and the large crate beside it. The Oriental sorcerer smiled, and motioned toward the waiter. In a whispered voice, he said, "Do you wish to know what I keep in the crate?"

A barely noticeable nod. "It's a secret." The waiter collapsed, then went to grab the bill. Adding, of course, a sizeable sum for a tip.

While he was gone, Shang Tsung reached into the crate, and lifted out a wrapped package. Of course, there was only one way that a meal for a Chinese sorcerer could end. He broke open the fortune cookie.

"The heavy weight of love melts with a sugar cube?"

The sorcerer raised an eyebrow. "Now... that's an interesting fortune."

Suddenly, a loud, yet friendly, voice broke out. "Are you in the tournament?"

Shang Tsung closed his eyes and whispered a prayer to all the Elder Gods, and Shinnok while he was at it. Then, he turned around.

Well, she was pretty, that was for sure. Bluish eyes, black hair... She could have passed off as a dancer in Outworld. A fairly lousy one, but she could have made it.

Except for that dress. Brown with hearts simply did not work for her. Ah well, otherworldly fashion was always a mystery to Shang Tsung.

She waved to him. "Hello, my name is Maya Amano. What is your name? What do you do?"

Shang Tsung smiled. "My name is Shang Tsung. I help people with their problems of the spirit."

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MageusBlack Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:38 PM

Grab your asses and run!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Maya Amano 1:3

He said he helped people with their problems of the spirit. Maya smiled when she heard that. It was the sort of thing one wouldn’t hear where she was from. Originally, while wondering, she ended up at the restaurant here, and being quite hungry for some crab, she decided it was best to investigate the place.

Instead of food, she found this guy. Dressed in a fine material coloured in red, he looked rich. The stitching was a golden yellow in colour, and gave the otherwise plain clothing he wore some life. He wore thick black gloves, and boots both with a little more of the same gold colour patterns as his clothes. His skin was pale; his hair was black, and he had a long beard. He looked remotely human and not really demonic, but his appearance appeared foreign to where Maya was from.

“Shang Tsung is your name, huh? It sounds pretty foreign to me. Where’re from?” she asked.

“I am from Outworld,” he said simply, like it was common knowledge. Maya looked at him blankly, and giggled.

“I would not know what this ‘Outworld’ is, Mr. Tsung,” she said within her laughter, “It sounds odd. All I know of are countries such as Japan, America and England,”

She sat herself on the opposite end of the table, and grinned politely at the man across from her. He returned the grin. Her eyes wondered over table Shang Tsung sat at, and was instantly distracted by the piece of paper “What’s this? ‘The heavy weight of love melts with a sugar cube’. Aww, that’s sweet.”

“Yes… it’s an interesting fortune,” he answered.

“It is, isn’t it? My friend Ulala, she’ll be all over this in a matter of minutes. She’ll tell you its fate. She really likes telling fortunes. It’s kinda her passion in life,” Maya said. She sighed, and wondered what Ulala would be doing right now.

“So, Ms. Amano, what is your passion in life?” he asked, changing the subject quickly.

“Mine? Oh, I have a love for reporting,” She patted the bag she carried with her, “Got everything in there. Notepad, pen, and tape recorder… even my good luck Bunny!” she laughed, as she pulled out the stuffed animal from the bag. It was limp and looked worn by age, but its white fur looked clean and new.

As she placed the bunny back in her bag, she asked, “So, Mr. Tsung, what’s started your whole soul healing thing?”


"My name is Maia, of Subaru sparkling in the heavenly dome. I support the holy moon, and pray on your behalf..."

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:42 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

WOOT! I broke even! *does his happy dance*

I'll wait on posting, as it looks like Kyo's going to pop in at any moment and end this round. Congrats, all! That was a great first round! At least, it was great for me. Some of you are probably glad that it was only practice.

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:44 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Actually, it'll be a while before I end the round--have to make a decently long story post.

So feel free to do as you like for the next hour.

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The Damned Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:55 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

Hmm... I actually have a negative total. Intriguing. Oh well, this just proves that I was correct in saying:

THE POWER OF EVIL COMPELLS YOU!

Now, off to do homework.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-19-2003 , 08:57 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Canto I + Ab Initio + The Ebony, The Crimson


The itching was driving her insane. Alma resisted the urge to rub at her eye- again- and instead wished there were some water about. It felt like oil or soap had gotten in there. Usually she could just take some Eye Drops for it, but the little medicine pack she'd brought along was nowhere to be found- all she had was one little Hi-Potion in her pocket. Which, of course, meant she would have to mix her own potions and tonics together. Though how you could get Eye Drops or X-Potions out of the sand was beyond her...

Alma trudged along, resolving instead to keep her eye shut. If I had any power, I'd try the Deathspell 2...but I have the feeling even that would not absolve me of it. She was right, she knew- this mild irritation was only part of something larger. Something she didn't want to explain.

She cast a glance over her shoulder, to the man in the large robes who was walking away. She'd felt a little tingle when he looked into her eye- like they were connected, somehow. Definitely something to do with aura...

During that short travel with Ramza, Deruta told me about 'Chakra', or the energy that could both heal the body and yet be focused into powerful skills. Perhaps it was part of that? Or maybe just more curious sorcery...

"Sir! Sir!" she called. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name..."

The man stopped in his tracks, turning his head back over the huge steel mace he carried. He flashed a kindly grin, then a thumbs-up. "Dorrin, 'Miss Alma.' It's a pleasure."

Alma smiled shyly, rubbing at her eye before waving to him. "Thank you, Sir Dorrin! Here...it's not much, but take it anyway." She reached into her pocket and fished out her last Hi-Potion, testing it in the vial for a moment before tossing it to Dorrin.

The large man caught it deftly, then raised it back in a little toast to her. "My thanks, Miss Alma. Rely on my mace if we should find ourselves side-to-side in combat."

"My spells shall reciprocate!" Alma waved again, smiling with one eye open. "Farewell!"

"Farewell."

Alma turned back, looking to the rest of her company. Shizumaru walked quickly with her, closer than Vice and Mature. The two other women were keeping their pace- though Vice looked a little ill. Alma frowned, wondering if that was blood at the corner of her lip. Perhaps they'd been injured...well, her MBarrier spell would regenerate any damage once they became solid again. They'd be all right for now.

"Well then," Alma said, "I guess everyone's feeling better...heh, truly, I know not what to do now. I can't say I'm much of a leader..."

Shizumaru tapped his forehead. "We should probably get some supplies. Mm...mizu- water. We could all use it, I think."

"Good idea!" Alma looked to Vice and Mature, hugging one arm to the other. "Do you two still wish to come with us? Sorry, I know I'm dragging you all down with this eye..."

Vice made no response, but Mature gave her a pleasant smile. "We'll come," she said. "We can't have you just wandering off to who knows where..."

Alma cheered at that, and her eye creased open just a bit. "I'm glad. Right! I'm sure they have a well around here or something..."

Shizumaru hefted up his great sword over his back, sighing a little as he shifted it. "So long as we get out of this heat, I'm fine. Come on, I think we'll reach town soon."

Alma nodded, deciding she'd follow him this time. As Shizumaru walked ahead of her, she fell into step, and trudged along. The desert seemed to be losing its scorching heat, and the pull on her essence had lessened. She felt fine for the first time in hours- months, actually. Still, there was that mysterious cold in the pit of her stomach that only slightly warmed- whenever she put her palm to her belly now, she always shivered. It was unsettling to say the least...

But it's at least my problem, and no one else's. I'll rid myself of it in due time- I'm sure...

---

What is thy bidding, my master?

The hour is struck. I invoke you, fiery servant. All lives can be measured, my familiar- even we in hell have the tug of death upon us. Death begins once the birth is brought to fruition. No matter how significant the life force, it will draw to a close. There are few who can defeat Death, and we have wisened to it. Thus, my servant, the greatest power stems not from resisting death, but by accepting it. The Guardians of Death are few, but it is they who have the most power.

I invoke you. Lahatiel- Archaic of the Inferno, who presides over the gates of Death. Find the Body, and make it mine.


---

He was an ebony and crimson shadow against a darkening sandy backdrop. As the desert winds found him, the hues of his essence followed them, his long red cape and dark hair fluttering in the breeze. Yet he walked still, his shadowed eyes downcast, and to all the world he was a spectre. He wandered the outskirts of the desert alone, the sands surrounding his face but never touching it- his sole company aside from the deadly longbarrel firearm, "Death Penalty", that hung at his side.

Vincent Valentine kind of preferred that. His sharp boots left fading footprints in the dunes, but he had sighted the town not too far ahead of him. He would reach it soon, and then perhaps he'd catch up with someone he knew, or someone kind enough to inform him of anything besides what had already been said by that man, Daisetsu. A perfunctory explanation was all he wanted, though he supposed he would have to tough it out if he ran into a chatterbox.

Better hope that Yuffie doesn't have a long-lost twin sister spanning whole universes.

Chaos was strangely silent. Vincent did not complain. A shock of hair fell over his striking vesture, and he wondered for the hundredth time if he would ever get that trimmed. He reached up with his dead arm, flicking the hair aside with one golden claw-

What in...?

He stopped, suddenly. There was the town before him- and it looked trashed. Whole buildings had collapsed, smoke rising for dozens of meters into the waning sky. Yet, having seen Midgar brought to ruination, that was not what caused him to stop.

It was the fat little devil hunched down in front of it.

...you have an odd sense of humor, Chaos. Vincent narrowed his deep eyes, watching the demon. It was colored like the sand- tan brown, with red horns and a big lockjaw, and beady eyes sunken into its swollen head. It was big and muscled, but undeniably bloated. An ugly, disturbing little existence, if he'd ever seen it. He did not like to flatter his alter-ego, but even Chaos had a sense of elegance...

"Damned where you fall, damned where you fall!" the demon screeched, waddling in the sand. "Body Body find the Body give it to Bloody Angel King King Body find the Body damned where you fall!"

Vincent cocked a brow- that was no contestant. No, it seemed like this was the sort of devil that spawned in religious texts of the past...

The devil stopped in its tracks, seeming to gaze at something. Vincent followed its stare, seeing the town ahead of him again. Then his eyes sharpened- the beast was looking not at the town, but at a group of people entering it. Two shapely women in dresses along the lines of Scarlett Welles, and a young swordsman that looked decidedly Wutaian- but in particular, a young female mage at the back with honey-blonde hair...

The demon cackled, suddenly taking off over the dune. "Damned where you fall, damned where you fall!" it howled, its massive frame bounding at incredible speed over the sands. The group it had sighted immediately turned, and Vincent caught the expression of horror- of recognition- that dawned on the young mage's face.

Doesn't take two and two to put this puzzle together, Valentine...going to let her die, too?

Don't need to hear your voice no time to THINK! The devil was fast, but Vincent had put many track runners to shame in his day. He took a swift step to counter the loose sand and leapt into the air, his cape whistling as his supple frame landed upon the level ground. By then, the click of a magazine into the Death Penalty's stock had already met his ear, and the barrel made a hollow swoop in the wind as he brought it up.You see this, Chaos? Remember it. You're next.

He squeezed the trigger, and the bullet punched a bloody hole in the back of the devil's head. It went down, and over its pitching form he saw the group had taken stances- with the mage noticeably shielded by the swordsman. Vincent glanced back to the demon that still kicked in the sand not quite eight meters from where he crouched. Black ichor streamed out of its skull, thick and hellish. Vincent rose, tilting his head to keep the winds from obstructing his vision. So long as the thing was dying...

Then it whipped back to its knees, like an overturned bug liberating itself, and charged at him.


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:01 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

The bloody hell? Vincent clenched his teeth lightly, bringing up his Death Penalty again and cocking it. Yet in that amount of time, the devil had already halved the distance between them, and Vincent saw its face- putrid and bloated, its cheeks rippling under its sunken eyes as it screamed at him. Its frame was monstrous, larger than he'd anticipated.

Ah, Lahatiel, we meet again...

Chaos knew the demon? That would have lifted Vincent's brow if he could spare the bloody time. He hopped back quickly as the demon came, raising the Death Penalty high-

-and gaped as the beast's powerful swipe knocked it out of his grip. Vincent skidded in the sand, his gaze flickering to his thrown gun. The demon screeched again, straining his ears until he was afraid they would pop. Vincent swung his golden arm up, only to find the devil- "Lahatiel"- was already there. He grunted as it slammed its bulky frame into him, sending his lithe body skidding back against the slope of the dune. At this rate, before he could use the materia on his armlet, he'd be missing his arm!

Lahatiel spat blood into the sand, the stench overpowering. The fat devil lunged forward, and Vincent brought his deadly claws up, ready to defend-

"Get away from him, you animal!"

His gaze sharpened again, this time out of absolute shock, as the little mage appeared and threw herself at the demon. Her compact frame slammed against its body, which was undeniably hundreds of times more powerful than hers. Vincent expected the mage to go flying back against the dune- but was surprised again. Her tackle sent the demon a whole step back, and killed its momentum.

Amazing, to say the least...

The girl then turned, her youthful face etched in sand and sweat. She rushed at him, then turned on the approaching demon, stretching out her staff. "Don't come any closer!" she said at her, her voice wavering but sewn with steel. "I know you, and I know your master, demon! Another step and my magic will drive you to the deepest, darkest pits of Hell!"

Lahatiel only howled with more laughter- and then reached its massive arms forward, grabbing the girl's arms. The mage gasped in alarm, then pain as she was lifted up off the ground, her staff flailing in her grip. The devil howled something in an archaic language- Vincent didn't know what it meant and didn't care. He pushed off from the ground, but Lahatiel had the girl in a viselike grip, his yellow claws sinking into her flesh-

"Alma-saaan!"

-and then the tip of a nodachi speared through its fat stomach.

"Awwwwww!!" Lahatiel bellowed, dark saliva dripping from its lips. The mage- Alma- gasped and writhed, yelling a name- "Shizumaru!" She kicked and twisted, but the demon would still not free her, even as the nodachi wrenched inside the beast's stomach. Alma threw back her head, screaming as Lahatiel pulled her arms again. "Aaah-"

She stopped, suddenly, as an arm snaked around her trim waist, and the flutter of a cape resounded in her ear. An arm seemed to stretch over her shoulder, and Lahatiel turned his face up from the nodachi, shouting "damned where you fall, damned where you fa-"

Then Vincent squeezed the trigger of his Outsider revolver at point-blank range.

Alma sank into Vincent's protective grip as the hands of the demon fell away, its decapitated trunk falling back into a pitching, bloody pool on the sand. Behind it, Shizumaru panted, holding his reddened nodachi in a ready stance. The two other women were rushing over, but their faces were less tense, seeing as the fight was over and won.

Vincent flicked the barrel of his smoking gun against his hip, sliding it back into his second holster- his backup holster. He turned his head, looking at the wide-eyed girl named Alma in his grip, and raised a brow, releasing her.

"They don't make devils like they used to anymore, do they?"

Oh, ha ha.

Like I said, remember what you saw today, Chaos. Vincent hid a half-smile. Besides, I thought you were bored.

---

Voting's ended, but I'd slip an Allay on you here, Kell. XD I'm sorry to have borrowed Vincent, but I couldn't catch you today. If you have any qualms with what's been written, tell me and I can edit it- it's just an extra story bonus here. ^^


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:12 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

The waiter came in, and bowed. "What would you like, Miss?"

Maya considered this, then said, "Crab. Now, Mr... Shang Tsung, was it? What started this whole soul-healing thing?"

Shang Tsung considered this for a moment, then smiled. "I realized that I had the talent of releaving the tensions and stresses of life. Whenever I exercise my treatments, the patients never need to see me again, and they always seem to become a more complete personality."

Maya took a few notes. "So, what kind of people do you usually treat?"

Once again, the sorcerer mused a bit before he answered. "I generally treat all people, regardless of social rank, money, or birth. Anyone that sees me it entitled to treatment."

Maya added another note. "So what you do... is it charity work?"

No pause this time. "Depends on how you define charity." He smiled.

The woman considered this for a moment. "Well, does it help the people you see?"

Shang Tsung had to keep himself from laughing. "Oh yes. It really opens their eyes, expands their plane of conciousness, so to speak. Though I must admit, it is a thankless job."

Miss Amano stopped writing. "Why?"

The sorcerer smiled. "I generally don't see the patients after I've treated them. And, of course, if I do see them, they try to ignore me. I don't know why, either."

Maya offered a sympathetic look. "I understand exactly what you mean..."

Her spiel was cut off by the waiter, who had finally prepared her crab. The sorcerer stood up, and smiled. "No, I don't think you do. But that's entirely all right. Please, enjoy your meal."

With that, Shang Tsung walked out of the restaurant, followed by Li Mei and the crate. Without paying.

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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:13 PM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

"This is the end of the line," growled Mal'Ganis, picking Tingle up off his shoulder and setting him on the ground. "I don't need you hanging onto me all the time."

"You mean I can't enjoy your company any more, sir?" sniffled Tingle.

"Do whatever you want. I simply don't want you riding me. It hurts my reputation." Mal dusted off his shoulder and ducked into a large, official-looking building on the side of the street. Tingle quickly followed.

"HALT!" cried a heroic voice. A dark figure blocked Mal'Ganis' path into the building. "My good man, I was wondering if you could direct me to the location of a gentleman by the name of Tingle. You wouldn't be able to tell me where he is, now, would you?"

"I'm Tingle! That's me!" Tingle jumped up and down in his leotard, then realized that the man wouldn't be able to see him, as Mal was between the two. He ducked around Mal'Ganis' rather large leg. "I mean, here I am!" he proclaimed. Tingle placed his hands on his hips and tried to look important.

The heroic-looking man who was none other than Captain Falcon fell on his knees. "Oh, great and glorious Tingle! I salute thee!"

"And I, thee," replied Tingle.

Mal'Ganis looked from Tingle to Falcon, then back to Tingle. He grasped his head, as if he had a sudden migrane. "I can actually feel myself getting dumber," he muttered to himself. "Why on earth did I ever befriend this mortal?"

"What brings you to me, young grasshopper?" asked Tingle, settling down on the earth.

The oddly beautiful Captain Falcon rose to his feet. "Great and Glorious Tingle, I have come to you in search of your aid in advertisement. I wish to have the deal, the approval, and above all, the legal rights to broadcast myself as an official supporter of Shotopimps."

Mal'Ganis left, muttering something about crazy folk and flatulance.

"Intriguing," whispered Tingle. "Few pick up on my knowledge of the Ho. And yet..." He made a vague gesture that he really didn't know the meaning of. "You single me out."

"It was your awesomeness, Master. Your awe-inspiring good looks and personality are only rivaled by me." Falcon's eyes visually glowed with anticipation. "Do you know what this would mean to me, to get the One Deal? It has always been my dream to be the spokesperson for Shotopimps."

Tingle puffed on a big cigar that materialized in his mouth. He put on a large feathered hat and grabbed his cane. "Of course, I won't just give you this Deal. No. Mr. Falcon, if you want to be the Grand Pimp, you must learn the ways of... the PimpMasta."

Falcon's knees were practically knocking. "Master, that would be... it would be..." He caught himself just in time. "I mean, yeah, that'd be cool," he said casually, jumping back into his old personality. "Nothing too hard for a star like me."

Tingle nodded. "Good. First, you must learn the core of our foundation: hookers, and how to get them." He cast his eye out over the land, and spotted a woman who would work well with his plans.

Two women, actually.

--

And we'll leave that for next round!

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m121akuma Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:20 PM

t3h 3v1l av: Part 2

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

Pimpmasta Facon?!? Not on my watch . I sense a good plot comin'.

Oh, and I coulda sworn a cast an R-Vote on Bowling Pin


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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-19-2003 , 09:49 PM

Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser

Registered: May 2001
Location: Secret Boss Stage #1

Scene One, Part Three - Payment

"Yo. I'm coming in."

The door to Jun's room openend and Kalten entered, the young archer's eyes shining with supressed mirth. "I'll be keeping watch now, so you can go out."

"Right," Daisetsu replied absently. He stood, drawing his manteau around him--it was nighttime, and San'tar reached pretty miserable temperatures late at night. He moved towards the doorway, but Kalten stopped him.

"You know, the guys you--we summoned have caused some general mayhem around town. Some were kinda passive, but others have gone and wiped out buildings, terrorized other people, and the like. We also have a few missing people from the Mage guild..."

"That's more or less what I expected. I'm going to put my foot down on the trip to the Earth Nation so we don't experience any strained relation troubles there."

"Huh. I don't think it's going to be that easy, and I know you don't either. What are you going to do, kick their collective asses?"

"...Maybe."

Kalten laughed and moved back to the back of the room, leaning back. "And you were only half-joking, weren't you? There's more to you than meets the eye, Daisetsu. There's something else within you, isn't there? Beyond that tongue-tied exterior and Suzaku?"

Daisetsu looked directly at him.

"...No. In the end, it was always me. It's likely the reason why Suzaku chose me in the first place."

Before Kalten could ask the obvious question, he left and closed the door behind him.

Proceeding down the stairwell to leave the Academy, he was stopped by Dorrin. The warrior-cleric had a troubled expression on his face.

"I've bad news for you, Daisetsu. There are a least 3 demons amidst our Sponsors... Although two of them seem to have a soul."

Daisetsu's eyes narrowed. I shouldn't be suprised... but it's unsettling all the same.

Dorrin placed his hand on Daisetsu's shoulder. "That's not all, my friend. The envoy from the Water Nation has come, and one of theirs is dead--assassinated just 2 hours ago. They know it wasn't done by An'ven, but the political implications will look bad whichever you put it."

Daisetsu massaged his temples. "Is the assassin dead?"

"Yes."

He sighed with relief. "Good. Bring the slain woman to the altar at the edge of town, will you? I'll be there shortly."

Dorrin nodded, and turned to leave.

"...Oh. Tell any of the participants here you run into to come to the altar as well. I might as well make this into a demonstration, although the concept is disgusting."

Dorrin's eyes flashed back at Daisetsu. "Don't lose sight of what you're fighting for, Dai. Resolve is important. 'might do' and 'as well' are phrases that can't exist in your vocabulary when we reach the battlefield."

Daisetsu was silent as he left for the altar. I know all of this... But why am I trying so hard to remain this way? Is it complacency?

...No. It's because I'm afraid of what I'll become.

-------

A few hours later, he stood in front of the altar. A few of his 'recruits' had gathered around this spot, mostly those who were still up and about at this time of day. Most were people who he thought doubted him from his inital speech with them. The dead woman lay in the center of the altar, her blood starting to pool out. Dorrin stood among the others as well, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.

Forget the speech... Words never suited me well anyway. I'll show them how I feel with action.

He fell to his knees, placing his palms on the woman's cold flesh. "Suzaku, I summon thee."

At that moment, what seemed to be an unseen wind rose up around his body, blowing the stray whisps of his hair behind him and catching the back of his manteau, also causing it to blow upwards. The air felt substancially thick, and everyone present felt the temperature begin to rice. Daisetsu closed his eyes.

How many people will I bring this to before I kill myself? And which death will I die first?

His eyes snapped open, and they were burning red, as was his body. Torrents of flame burst from his frame straight up into the air, and the stones became superheated. The air around the altar became ionized, illuminating the scene with the golden-red hue of his Aura. His palms had caught fire as well, although their color was gradually changing.. getting hotter and hotter until they were enshrouded in green-white fire. A superimposed image rose above his body, and then several feet above him and the others, overshadowing them all with its massive form.

The enormous red phoenix shimmered into full view, easily visible from all parts of the town--indeed, even now the entire place was golden-red from the light of his Aura. Of Suzaku.

Daisetsu ground his teeth, then let out a cry in unison with that of Suzaku as he slammed his burning hands into the woman. Suzaku let out a final scream, then as soon as it had come, swooped downwards impossibly fast, into the dead woman.

Her form was reduced to ashes immediately. All the observers stood back as the fire rose up between the cracks in the altar, dancing around Daisetsu and the pile of ashes left from Suzaku's dive. The flame then started to become drawn in, streaming in closer and closer to Daisetsu's still-burning hands, forming a ball of white incandescence that could not be described as fire... but something else...

Daisetsu did not hesitate, but grabbed the sphere with all the strength he could muster. It resisted, sending blasts of white energy across his body, but he grasped it and slammed the orb into the ashes.

The fire died down. All was silent for a while, and then a voice trembled out from the group.

"What... did you do?" It was that same girl from earlier.

Daisetsu smiled. "Watch."

As if on cue, the ashes reversed color from sooty black to a white purer than snow. Streams of golden light arose from the center, and a form burst from the ashes, coughing. Breathing.

As the light faded, the people present could see it was the fallen woman, except... she was alive. Daisetsu took off his manteau and cloaked the young woman's trembling, naked form with it. Picking her up in his arms, he turned back towards town.

"That's all I wanted to show you. Perhaps you might have learned something."

It was only several hours afterwards, when he had returned the woman to her comrades and retired to his quarters, that he felt the piercing, burning sensation in heart and mind. It continued to sear at him through most of the night, but he did not raise a voice in protest, did not cry, did not ask for help.

Suzaku is my curse. I must bear it as I may.


******

I can't host a round until late tomorrow, so your characters have free time in San'tar until then. Develop your stories... or something.

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Lantis Posted: 04-19-2003 , 11:40 PM

Death roams next door

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

Whew...thank heavens this round was just a test. I really did shit this round. Oh well, I think I have learned my lesson. Time to get serious tomorrow!


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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Dry31 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 02:36 AM

Judge/Jury/Executioner

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

Ick. Baka, Draco, I feel bad about not being able to finish our duel; however, my net connection got fried for 18 hours. Of course, this would inevitably happen immediately AFTER I typed a nice long post, but...

Anyway. On to the next round.

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eyesaw Posted: 04-20-2003 , 05:01 AM

s p i r i t e d . . .

Registered: Apr 2003
Location: Limbo

Whew, well, I am surprised I didn't get completely mauled by everyone that round, lol. Usually my writing is so crap, everyone wants rid of me as soon as possible.

So, San_Draco, is Storm healed now, or what? I got no idea how to act after having part of my soul taken, lol. Also, will it continue onto thenxt round? Or are we fully healed every round?


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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Bugenhagen Posted: 04-20-2003 , 08:49 AM

Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Right behind you.

WOOT! Round's over! CrAzInEsS!

Exclusive Interview with the Author!

A short, chubby raccoon stood on the stage, dressed in an ugly green suit. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Tonight, I have a special treat for you all! That's right! I, Tom Nook, have snagged the great and glorious Bugenhagen for an interview. And heeeeeere's BUGEN!"

The audience applauded as a dead sexy teen came out from behind the curtain. Bugen smiled as he spotted Nook. The two hugged briefly, as close friends, then sat down in Nook's interview area.

"Well, Bugen," started off Nook, "How long has it been? Four months?"

"Well, six, I think. Didn't RTS begin in October?"

"Yeah, six months. I'm glad you decided to plug me back in."

"No problem. Anything for my favorite sponsored character," Bugen said with a smile.

"Well, that's saying something, isn't it?" asked Nook, conversationally. "This is, what, your fourth Survivor?"

"Well, yeah, but I try and convince myself that it's only my third. You see, I don't like to remember RT3. I did such a horrible job that I decided to swing over to comedy. Though I might try something else in a later Survivor..." Bugen stroked his chin thoughtfully. "There's more writing styles out there than comedy, and I aim to give a try to each one."

"Great, great," nodded Nook. He switched to another note card. "With each tournament, we pick up new people. Heck, you yourself were a newbie coming from the Café. Any inspiring words to those from Shoryuken?"

"Yeah; I have to say that so far, I'm very impressed by the writing styles here. I understand that a few of them have played in past Survivors, and I sort of wish that they'd have been here during the past few games. They obviously have a lot to offer. Of course," laughed Bugen, "I'm not too familiar with fighting games, so now I'm just trying to remember character names and personalities."

"Have any stood out?"

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact. Bowling Pin, the guy playing the Hulk, is doing an excellent job, I think. He's got a perfect blend of serious and humorous personalities, and allows witty banter while something dead serious might be happening. Switchblade's Vice and Mature stick out, simply because of the fact they're two incredibly gorgeous women."

"Both hands on the table, there, sir," interrupted Nook.

Bugen laughed. "And then there's Dan Hibiki. I dunno; I think he has some sort of a grudge against me. But hey; I practically had a grudge myself with Mith during my first tourney. I suppose this is my punishment."

"Well, let's talk about Tingle. Why did you decide to sponsor him?"

"I decided to sponsor him on impulse, nothing more. In all honesty, I wasn't really looking forward to playing as him. When Friday came, I would have given anything to switch back to Jeff or to jump to Kirby. But then..." Bugen shrugged. "I just started playing, and then, he clicked."

"Let's talk about him for a minute. First he was a drunken loser, then he was a fairy freak, now he's the PimpMasta? All in one round?"

Bugen leaned forward and munched on some easter candy. "There's one thing that you have to learn about my comedy writing. Anything I say, goes. If I want Tingle to have a degree in nuclear engineering, he's got it. If he should own a Ski-Doo, it's his. If suddenly his personality should be that of Papa Smurf, he's changed. All for the great god of Comedy. Of course, he retains his core personality during most of the tournament, but I like to add that extra bit of insanity just to give him that unpredictable edge. I think I experimented with this style with you, Nook."

"And we're all quite glad that you did." Nook folded his note cards up. "Well, folks, that's all the time that we have for this round! Join us another time when we hog-tie another author and interrogate him! Until then, I'm Tom Nook. Good night!

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Tingle awoke face down in the desert. His mouth was full of sand and his pants were wet. "Ugh..." he growned. "Tingle had the oddest dream..." He clutched a brown stuffed animal to his side and fell back asleep.

Falcon yawned.

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Tingle now has the Raccoon Plushie! Funny, it looks exactly like a little shopkeeper we all know and love...

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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:01 AM

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

Bugenhagen, Just Some Guy - Check your PMs.


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Kellios Posted: 04-20-2003 , 09:37 AM

Ex-Turk

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Alone

Mucho apologies to Carly and Tenshi. My internet fried on me and I kinda went to bed when it hit 4am and still no internet. ><

If you two have a problem with my post, please, let me know. I'll fix it right away.


*****

Vincent brushed more of his hair out from his eyes and watched as the man, Daisetsu, performed his magic and called upon Phoenix to revive the woman that he had laid out on the altar. It was impressive, even Vincent admitted to himself. The Phoenix Vincent knew could only help those unconscious from battle revive to a better health. This Phoenix Daisetsu had could revive from the dead.

Only a powerful mage could do something on the level of that…

Instinctively, Vincent turned his attention over to the young blonde mage –Alma- and the young boy that the girl had call “Shizumaru.” Vincent watched the young mage grimace at the site of the flames from Daisetsu and grip on to Shizumaru’s collar. Shizumaru was caught a little off surprised and a slight flush rose in his cheeks before lightly touching her shoulder in comfort.

Once Daisetsu walked carefully with the once deceased woman, Vincent turned his attention to the young mage and swordsman and nodded in their direction.

“I’m sorry I had not introduced myself before,” Vincent began, “My name is Vincent Valentine.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Valentine!” The blond mage stepped forward and smiled at Vincent, “My name is Alma Beoulve, and this is my friend, Shizumaru Hisame.”

The red headed boy blushed a little and smiled in acknowledgment at Vincent. The boy looked to be from Wutai, but Vincent did not think he was in any illusion anymore.

Only now you figure that out.

“Oh!” Alma started and flushed a little herself, and looked desperately around the crowd for someone, craning her neck and standing on her toes to try and see over everyone taller than her, but to no avail.

“Who are you looking for, Alma-san?” Shizumaru asked, confused and looked towards the crowd himself.

“Vice and Mature. I thought they were just here a moment ago…” Alma started, but soon gave up looking and shrugged her shoulders a little, turning her attention back to Vincent.

“I want to… thank you, for what you did before…” Her flush grew to a rose color, and Vincent looked down at her as she smiled shyly.

She has a similar smile to her.

It’s only your imagination.

A funny thing to say, if you ask me.


“You’re welcome.” Vincent said and nodded at Alma, whose smile grew larger and nodded her own head furiously. Shizumaru looked carefully at Alma, and looked to Vincent’s waist, where the holster for the Death Penalty was.

Vincent noticed where Shizumaru was looking, and he pulled out the Death Penalty and showed it to the two teenagers before him. Alma’s eyes grew large and she was excited to see the gun.

“This looks like something one of my brother’s friends had to battle with!” She smiled and took a step closer to look at the gun.

Vincent looked over Alma, noting her clothing and her slight accent when she talked.

I am not home, am I?

You realize things late, Valentine.


“It’s called a gun,” Vincent started to explain, and watched Alma’s interest grow, “It uses a bullet, like this.”

Vincent opened the chamber to the Death Penalty and out slipped a couple bullets into his golden claw, clanging a little from the metal on metal contact.

“These bullets are projected through the barrel here, and are shot out at a fast speed at your opponent.”

“I see…” Alma was intrigued, and looked expectantly at Vincent’s claw and the bullets.

Vincent noticed her interest, “You may pick it up and look at it.”

Nodding, Alma picked up the bullet and twirled it around her hand, rubbing the metal against her palm with her fingers. Vincent cast a quick look at the red haired teen, but he stood quietly watching Alma and while at the same time eying Vincent’s claw.

Alma held out the bullet to Vincent, and dropped it back into his claw. Vincent reloaded his gun and spun the chamber around once before re-holstering the gun at his hip.

“It seems as if we have some time to walk around the time, Alma-san and Vincent-san,” Shizumaru spoke up, “Do you want to go into town and find something to eat?”

“That is a good idea, Shizumaru-san!” Alma beamed and looked at Vincent, “Please, join us for something to eat.”

Your choice, Valentine.

You are too eager to know this girl, Chaos…


“Thank you, Miss Alma. I will join you for a meal.” Vincent said and casually looked over the crowd of people, starting to dissolve into the desert and town.

“Oh, I’m so glad!” Alma clasped her hands together and smiled at Shizumaru, “Maybe they will have some food from your world!”

Shizumaru blushed, “Hai. I hope so…”

The kid blushes too easily…

Vincent resisted shaking his head and Shizumaru brushed some of his hair from his face. Vincent turned around to look at the town and he heard light steps come up close to him.

“Have you two ever seen this place before today?” Vincent asked and turned his head to see both teens shaking their heads.

“No. But it seems like we are in a tournament of some sorts.” Alma said and Shizumaru nodded.

Hai. I have been in a tournament before, demo…”

Shizumaru looked Vincent directly in the eye.

“Why do you not recognize me, Vincent-san?”

Vincent did not try and hide the raising of his brow, “…Excuse me?”

“In the other tournament…” Shizumaru went red in the face, “I saw you there…”

What is this child talking about?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you are talking about.” Vincent said, slightly too sternly, and the red in Shizumaru’s face went from rose red to summon materia red.

G-gomen sensai! I’m sorry!” Shizumaru turned his head away, trying to hide his blush, but failed doing so and let his hair fall over his face.

Vincent eyed the red haired swordsman a moment before turning back to face the town.

You are drawn to these two teens.

Or is it you who are drawn to them?


“Well,” Alma began and stepped ahead of Vincent before turning back to smile at her two male companions, “Let us go into town and see if we can find ourselves something to eat.”

Nodding, Vincent started to walk as soon as Shizumaru passed him and walked behind the two teens. Shizumaru carried his umbrella lightly in his hand and Alma carried a decretive staff that had a striking resemblance to one Aeris had.

Aeris… I wonder how much of an interest Cloud would have in the Phoenix Daisetsu summoned.

A lot more than you think.


The three walked into town and Alma stumbled just before entering the town’s borders, and Shizumaru immediately caught her elbow.

“Are you okay, Alma-san?”

“Yes! Hai!” Alma giggled, “I just tripped over my dress, that’s all.”

Vincent suddenly felt a flare come from the two teens. He focused on them, but nothing seemed to be wrong and he blinked a few times before gazing at Shizumaru.

…Something is different about him.

It took you too long to realize that too, Valentine. I wonder if you are going to be this slow as long as we are here in this “tournament.”


Vincent turned to Alma and watched her giggle and jump over a crack in the street.

Something about her too.

Now you have figured something out.


Alma and Shizumaru engaged in conversation, Shizumaru teaching Alma a few words in Wutain and Alma tried carefully to sound them out.

…How did you know that demon, Lahatiel?

Vincent followed the teens through the streets and the two looked attentively for a restaurant, and Alma still tried to pronounce the words correctly that Shizumaru had taught her.

Chaos?

In due time, Valentine.


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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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 12:12 PM

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

Cue song: Grandia II - A Deus

For Bruce Banner, meditation and dreaming were one and the same. They offered the supreme state of divine serenity that all people will want to achieve, sooner, or, more often than not, later. Because, later in life, when a person confronts the true face of infinity...he will want to know the benevolence of God.

But, our Mr. Banner has died more than his share of infinities. With a gentle descent to the ground, Bruce has fallen from the divinity of conscious meditation, to the sanctity of a wonderous dream.

Toned in sepia, his dream activated. Meticulously sculpted angels swooped from heaven, which itself levitated inches above the earth, and they carried with them golden cloth, with which they streamed golden clouds as a sort of carpetting. But surrounding these angels were men, and women, all beautiful, all naked without a blemish to account for, seemingly enveloped in an orgy of the awe ... of pure sanctity.

They all smiled. This was a silent dream, however; the lack of human voice being a true sign of divine exhaultation. Besides golden clouds and people under the spell of contentment, there were gardens, arranged with intelegence, with the balance achievable only by an artist who has died.

Bruce thought the dream was weird.

Oh, when the hell is he going to wake up already?! This dream reeks of FAG.

I'm afraid it will last longer, and only until he wakes up will this Baroque-esque reverie conclude.

Whatever.
Kyo went back to work on his poetry. He hastily scribbled something onto his notebook that he liked; "The greatest tragedy is to live for find life's reason. Yet, to find the reason of life in you was my greatest victory. It would be a Catch-22, but...baby, you have a fine ass booty and a nicely mowed pussy," was what he had down so far.

Ah, Mr. Kusanagi; your messages contradict eachother. But, your final sentence clearly states "I am a hormone-ridden teenager" to all but the laymen who read this. My word, this boy may yet be a genius to his people...

Man, shut up with that shit already. It's just a hobby. And I like fightin' more anyway.

Said the boy who has spoken nothing of the latter, exclusively of the former?

Kyo Kusanagi ain't got nothing but his two fists, you got that?!

And the tightly gripped fist may bruise the breast; yet if it conceals a pen, it may free a people.

And I think you're trying too hard to sound smart! Why don't you braid your hair with those other douchebags?

He's a charming, nonoffensive lad, Bruce Banner. I'm growing fond of him already.


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Krizak Posted: 04-20-2003 , 12:20 PM

The World Shall Be Mine!

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

Phase One (Excitement): Get Thee Away From Me, Angst!

Why is it that demons always seem to cause me trouble? Mint thought as she walked through the desert town. Like, do I have some invisible magic beacon over my head that only they can see? "Demons, come get your laughs here! Don't be shy! Mint can take a ton of humiliation before she finally cracks and BURNS YOU ALL TO A CHARRED CRISP!"

The few people that were on the street at this late hour gave her a strange look. "...Oh, shoot, did I say that last part out loud? Um, not actually any of you people!" Mint yelled out to the townsfolk, who were quickly moving away from her. Aww, [expletive]! Great way to make an impression on the locals, Mint! That's sure to win their love and adoration.

Sighing, Mint walked over to one of the nearby buildings. "Gold, Power, Boost!" A faint golden glow washed over Mint, and she jumped to the top of the four-story structure with ease. As the Boost spell faded, she laid down on the sandy roof of the building and looked up at the stars.

Heh... This sky is so different than the one back home. I can't see any of the constellations that kept me company back during my travels. Mint chuckled softly to herself. Well, that sounded rather corny... True, though. I never really connected with anyone until I got to Carona. She held up one of her new rings, the Drops of Dew. The piece of Dewprism set within it sparkled in the moonlight. I always enjoyed travelling around the world, visiting new places, fighting all sorts of battles while I tried to find a [Relic]... But I was always lonely. No friends, no home to visit occasionally...

Mint sat up, shaking her head. "What's with me tonight!? It's not like me to dwell on the past like that. I'm all for the present, the future! Since when does the past matter so much? I should be looking forward, towards my goals! Survive the upcoming battles! Become a god! Unite all lands behind my glorious power and beauty! Yes! MWA-HA-HA-HA... huh?"

Her evil laughter was interrupted by a growl from her stomach. "But perhaps I should concentrate on more immediate goals, such as dinner. Now where is that restaurant I was at earlier?"

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New Spell Revealed!
Boost
- Gold/Power - Allows Mint to run at exceptional speeds or jump to extraordinary heights for a few seconds

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The Damned Posted: 04-20-2003 , 12:46 PM

Unorthodox Uber-Bitch

Registered: Oct 2002
Location: Where you are not.

To anyone: Free feel to use King if I am do not post by 1:00 P.M. PST. You can of course use her before and after then. Even if my name is "on", it's because I never really log out. Just remember these two, well actually four, things if you use her:


  1. She is invisible because of an unconscious use of Vanish.
  2. Unless your character is one of the following, when talking to or about her, call her a man or "he". Characters exempt from this are: K', Rydia, Samus, Bruce Banner, and possibly Mal'Ganis.
  3. No out of character remarks, such as her outwardly swooning a guy.
  4. No out of character actions, such as revealing that she is a woman to everyone.


If the good die young, then I'm effectively immortal.

Hyperion: "Stop the asteriod, Magneto. Stop the asteriod, or I'll implode your head."

Hyperion: "Give up this garbage and face the inevitable, Magneto. You cannot defeat me."
Magneto: "Everyone has an Achilles heel!"
Hyperion: "Only Achilles had an Achilles heel. I cannot be stopped."

Opposite attract only because men are sluts and women are whores. Thus the equation balances out.

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San_Draco Posted: 04-20-2003 , 02:40 PM

El Bruje Sale

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

In which the sword issue is resolved...

Eyesaw: The sword has already been claimed by Shang Tsung again. I grant, it was a vague reference, but the sword was removed in my last post of the duel. *nods*


"Your soul is mine!"
-Shang Tsung

It was fun, and I enjoyed myself. But, it's time for me to go now.

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Daisuke7777 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 02:45 PM

K' -- KOF

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

Ugh, sorry guys. I know I didn’t show up for the first round and it’s not because I’m a no-show idiot ^^;; I wasn’t able to make it due to the fact everything related to the word “cable” was not functioning in my house. In other words, Optimum Online wasn’t working at all for the past few days—needed to call a technician. Sorry, and I’ll try to make this up right now. I sort of just skimmed through right now and I’m at a disadvantage, but what the heck, give it everything I got right?

Note: I’m starting from the VERY beginning, but will not interrupt any other character’s plot unless it involves me. ^___^

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The temporal distortion that had engulfed K’ finally re-opened, this time to another universal plane of existence. Unlike the other competitors, K’ had appeared several feet above the ground and landed on the solid marble surface with a resonating impact that echoed across the building. His perception was thrown off and his vision was blurred. ‘Damn it, as if my life isn’t already fucked up as is. Now where the hell am I?’ K’ thought to himself.

K’ rotated his body face forward towards the ground, and slowly lifted himself up. His vision was still obscure and K’ wavered back and forth. He held onto a nearby railing until he regained his balance and his vision had cleared. K’ turned his body around, only to face 30 to 40 people who were staring at him quite bewildered. “What? Am I late?” K’ said with a hint of irritation. He didn’t exactly have the type of voice that was able to tell a good, sarcastic comment or joke.

K’ observed his surroundings and found himself in a large domed shape edifice. K’ presumed that he was in the main lobby; it was circular in shape and very expansive. As he looked around for a few more minutes, he realized it was an academy for soldiers. He spotted several people sparring and training in nearby quarters, guards fortifying each entrance. He finally reverted his gaze back at the crowd of people. They were all different—in size, in shape, and in looks. However, one thing was in common with every single person in the lobby, they were meant to fight and meant to endure physical challenges. ‘Quite an assortment of people here…’ K’ thought to himself smirking.

They were still staring; K’, aggravated, shot them a glare. Everyone took a step back and returned to their positions. They were obviously huddled up for a reason. He ambled his way through the crowd that was at the center of the circular shaped lobby and finally caught a glimpse of a sage. The sage began to speak. The sage, obviously uncomfortable with the situation, shifted as he declared that they had been sent here for one reason—to save the world. ‘Ha, to save the world? Kiss my ass; I’ve heard that one a bit too much in my lifetime.’

The elderly man continued. “The group of you has been warped in from different worlds and dimensions to mine by using the ancient relics you see embedded on the walls next to you. I know your trip was forceful, and unexpected, but that can't be helped. I didn't specifically choose any of you to come here--the spell seeks out those with 'potential', and thus you were forced here by Jun's jutsu.”

‘Well, at least that explains why that damn portal engulfed me and threw me in this dimension and this world.’

The sage spoke for several minutes more until he had finally satiated everyone’s curiosity. K’ had yawned throughout the whole entire speech, but one word had caught his attention: God. K’ had the potential to be god and his eyes glazed over with lust as he heard this.

‘Well then, guess this isn’t a total waste after all.’ K’ thought, smirking to himself.

The sage had left and the group of people with “potential” scattered and went to observe the outside surroundings. K’ followed the crowd and left the building only to face a city made entirely of mud, brick, and sand. “This is just great, and I thought the city I lived in was bad enough.”

K’ walked down the stairs of the academy, and ahead of him laid a long, narrow road. Each side of the road was crowded with markets, buildings, and carts filled with merchandise. As K’ reached the last few remaining steps, he tripped and fell towards an adjacent cart selling jewelry. He used his arms to guard his face, but fell through the mobile store. The fact that he was intangible had slipped through K’s mind. He stood back up swearing to himself in a low inaudible voice and proceeded to walk along the sandy path.

K’ walked for hours and finally took a small stop next to a small building of some sort. A sign hung above the entrance way and it read: “D.H.C. Bar”. Sand and dust had accumulated on his pale white hair and black attire. He quickly brushed the silt away—he had finally become his full physical form now—and went inside the bar. Finding that most of the seats were occupied, K’ leaned against the wall of the small, yet pleasantly inviting building. To keep himself content, K’ took the last cigarette he had from his chest pocket and inserted it in the corner of his mouth. ‘This’ll probably be the last time I’ll ever lay my hands on one of these anyway.’

He took his right hand, which had a red and black glove on, and produced a small flame that danced lightly above his fingertips. After using the flare to light his cigarette he extinguished the miniature blaze of fire with an imperceptible flick of his wrist. K’ inhaled, then exhaled, producing a small cloud of smoke. As he finished his cigarette he spotted a familiar face drinking wine. He threw the cigarette down on the floor, smothered it with the heel of his shoe, and called out, “Yo, King!”

She set her wine glass on the table next to her and turned around. “K’?” she replied almost shocked. Another man had also swung his head around to see the source of the voice. “Well, well K'! It has been a while… missed me in the King of Fighters tournament? Still bet you are up to no good!” King said jokingly.

K’ was bothered by the other man near King. Whoever it was, he kept on staring at him. K’ spat on the floor obviously vexed by the presence of the disoriented man. Trying to ignore the shady figure, K’ said jokingly, “You know I'm as good as they get, King.” K’ reverted his gaze towards “the man” again. “So what’s with creeping beauty here?”

“I thought he was with you. I mean, you two are practically twins.” King answered back.

“I don't see the resemblance,” K’ let his hand go ablaze with fire. “And I doubt he can do this.”

“I wouldn't know.”

K’ walked past “the man”, his hands still burning with the power of the Kusanagi. He let out a gesture towards King, signaling that he wanted to shake hands. “What’s the matter? Are you afraid I’ll burn you?”

As K’ was speaking with King, “the man” continued to stare at K’. “The man” dashed past K’ with infuriating speed and grabbed a hold of King. He continued to grasp her tightly and swung her back as well as his towards K’ in a protective demeanor. The man then, equivalently as rapid, turned to face K’.

“And you are…?” K’ inquired with displeasure.

“Consider me your equal, your ultimate opponent.” he stated firmly without a hint of apprehension.

“The man” sneered, lifted the table where King had laid her glass of wine on, and threw it with astounding force towards K’. K’ strafed right just in time to dodge the table as it shattered against the wall. However, the wine had landed on his face; it flowed freely down his face and it was difficult to regain his sight.

“That will sooth his temper down a bit...” he said smugly towards King. He spun around dizzily to look back at King, who was blushing out of both anger and embarrassment.

“You're such a preposterous jerk!” King screamed on her way out.

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CarlyCheeese Posted: 04-20-2003 , 02:57 PM

Scarlet Rain Silence

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Feudal Japan

Hisame Shizumaru - 1:4

"... and this is nigiri ebi," Shizumaru pointed out a piece of food to Alma. "Shrimp nigiri. It's really quite good, not at all sour like tuna..."

"Hm..." Alma tapped her chin thoughtfully, and picked up the nigiri. "Here's to a sweet taste," she smiled, and managed to fit the entire piece in her mouth. After she'd swallowed, she smiled again - "Ah... not sour at all!"

"If you prefer an especially sweeter taste, then perhaps nigiri tamago...?" Shizumaru pointed out another nigiri sushi on the dish before them - this one was yellow, and wrapped around it was a black strip.

"Is that egg?" Alma stared at the nigiri, baffled. "I thought it was supposed to be seafood..."

"It is indeed egg. And... not necessarily." He took a small bite out of the nigiri tamago, and winked softly. Alma laughed and picked up one of the nigiri tamago herself to take a bite out of it. The third person at their table, a one Vincent Valentine, watched the two of them silently, himself not having touched his food.

Look at them, so happy together... and all you can do is watch...

I could enjoy myself if I wanted. Just that I don't need your random commentary.

Aha, how threatening. I'm trembling, really I am!


Vincent closed his eyes slowly and for the moment, did not respond to the taunting voice in his head. A moment passed and he took a look out from behind them at Shizumaru and Alma - the girl was pointing to one type of nigiri after the other, while Shizumaru was very patient and slowly said each name for her.

"Nigiri unagi," he smiled. "Eel."

Vincent lowered his eyes again. No need to intrude on their happiness...

"'O-Bentou to Miso'? Well, it's better than nothing..."

All three looked up to see who had come in the door - a red haired girl, in a blue jacket, enormous rings dangling from a backpack - and she'd carried a touch of irritance with her, apparently. "I'm, ah, waiting, can someone come for me please?" Idly, she leant against the wall and tapped her foot impatiently.

Alma and Shizumaru stared at the girl in disbelief. "How impolite," the Cleric frowned. "So loud and demanding! Does she lack patience?"

"It certainly seems so," Shizumaru frowned, his eyebrows pursed. There was hardly a time when he dropped his own formalities, and to see such lack of disrespect from the girl was a touch irksome to him. "I find that those with disregard for manners such as she are often used to being the center of attention."

"You mean like royalty? She doesn't seem like a princess..." Alma leaned back and gave the girl an appraising look - she was nothing like Ovelia in the least, especially not in her attitude. One of the waitresses nervously ran up to the girl, who put her hands on her hips, smiling at finally being served. After the waitress led her to her seat, she coughed - the waitress slid out the seat for her - she looked at the seat blankly, for it was covered with sand - the waitress dusted off the seat, and the girl sat down, but looked at the waitress expectantly again - and the waitress, utterly frustrated, pushed in her seat. The girl nodded her head with a cheerful "Thank you!", and the waitress's head fell into her palm as she walked away.

Both looked at the girl for a second more, then turned back to the food in front of them. The girl, though, stared disinterestedly at the menu laid before her, and sighed.

"How the heck am I going to pick out something to eat?! All of it looks sooo good... " She closed her eyes for a moment, and waved her finger around with flourish, finally slamming it down on the menu to reveal - "... what in the world is maki sushi? Ahh well... hm... the crab meat one looks good... ahhh, but so does the cucumber... argggh, making me choose! It looks too good!!"

She slumped, frustrated that she couldn't figure out what to eat, and let her eyes look around. The floor was sandy and dirty, making her shudder. The curtains had been bleached by the sun, and sand was caked into the corners of the walls. Everything seemed to be a dingy, dismal, flat gold color, no matter where she looked -

- and her eyes widened to see long, red, messy hair, shining despite the dreary setting in the restaurant. The black haired guy with the freaky claw and that *blonde* next to him were nothing - all she saw was red, and she couldn't stop staring...

He caught her gaze for a moment, lips parted sensuously - he was about to take another bite of nigiri. The girl looked away after a quick second, but once the young man turned his gaze elsewhere, her eyes fell back to their admiring stare.

She sighed dreamily.

"I wonder if he'd like a dash of 'mint' to soothe *his* pallete..."

--


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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Bowling Pin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 04:44 PM

The Mio Awakura Av

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

Song cue: Cowboy Bebop - Autumn in Ganymede

Mr. Kusanagi?

The Baroquian world, the touch of heaven, had started to crumble.

Bruce is awake now.

Huh? ... Well, great, maybe we can finally see some action or something.

*yawn* What another eventful day ahead of us. I saw you whining in my dream Kyo. If you don't like it, you can always commit schizophrenic suicide, because that's your only way out.

Pal, you better shut the fuck up with that.

Hey, Bruce.

Gray?

HEADLOCK!

Hey, hey, stop that crap already!


The Gray Hulk flung Bruce around in his own mind, and left to join the conscious world.

What the hell did he just do?!

...Dammit...he took my body...

FAWK, someone should've told me that all I had to do was beat your ass so I can finally get a breather. Shit.


The Gray Hulk appeared in place of Bruce Banner, and with him, he brought along his donned blue suit and bowler hat. With an insatiable desire for life's vices, he found a bar to get himself a drink.

Wait, wait a second...there's King again. AND THE SLUTBITCH K'! Aw, aw SHIT!

Hulk remembers THAT other man.

Shut up. I'm gonna drown myself in a fuzzy blue nipple now.
Upon the realization that there were no fuzzy blue nipples offered in this bar, Gray snorted.


"MIO PLZ DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

Sonic Writes Fanfics - Updated? The hell?
The Ansatsuken Kid - Episode 13!
Dan and Skullo - A m121 joint. Rarely updated, but still good.
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Thirdtwin Posted: 04-20-2003 , 05:16 PM

Blade of Vengeance

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

"Zen, I'm hungry." He stood on the top of one of the taller buildings, scoping out the town with well-trained eyes. "Restaurant, restaurant... Ah! There's one," he said as he spotted a squat building with a rather eye-catching sign--
(Wait a second. I'm on another frigging world--hell, maybe another universe--and I can still read the signs? WTF @ that?)

At this moment, someone more introspective (and less hungry) might have begun to wonder at the possibilities of other worlds, other universes just outside of one's reach, as well as the peculiarities that travel between such worlds might bring up. He might, moreover, try to unravel the mysteries surrounding this particular trip into another realm--why was he here? Why was he chosen? What role could he play in the upcoming conflicts? How could he possibly become a -god-?

Chipp, however, had nothing on his mind but food--specifically a nice bowl of miso soup--
(Wait, will they even have that here?)

Will it truly matter? If such things as miso may exist here, then you may eat of it; if not, there is always food that may be eaten. Expand your horizons, or something.

And so, he leapt from the height of the building, his scarf fluttering in the wind (having become corporeal a while ago, he found that the desert sands had an annoying habit of going down his throat and choking him half to death). Upon acing the landing (at that moment he had an absurd desire to shout out "ph33r mah madd ninja skizzilz!!!!"), he zipped down the dusty street, a bit more mindful of the myriad wagons, animals and people in the road.

But only a bit.

Five seconds later, he stopped in the restaurant, disturbed dust, papers and feathers in his wake. The first thing his disciplined senses noticed was the distinct aroma of...well, to be honest, most of it he didn't recognize, but the... shall we say, "fragrance" of fresh seafood stood out clearly.

(Hell, man, sushi must be damn expensive out here in the desert.)

And on the heels of that:

(SUSHI? HOLY ZEN!)

Immediately all his senses went on full alert, searching for sushi like a snake seeks out rodents. Of course, he was so intent on searching for sushi that he barely noticed the waitress approaching him from his right. "Hello, sir, and welcome to O-bentou no Miso Restaurant, where we serve only the finest--AAH!"

Chipp's hand had whipped out at an astounding speed, grasping her wrist in a ninja DEATH GRIP™.

"Thisisamatterofgraveimportance. Doyouservesushihere?" he spat out, his words almost as fast as his arms, hs eyes twitching with ex-crack addict intensity.

"Err... I... we... ahh..."

"DONUTTRIFLEWITHMEWOMANDOYOUSERVESUSHIHERE!!!???1!!123!?"

"Yes, yes we do!! Now, could you please let go of my--" But Chipp was no longer paying any attention. His sharp eyes had discerned the presence of the delectable dish on a nearby table, and with a hearty ZIP! he toinged over, to where three people were seated: A blond chick in some really...old-looking (almost "archaic", he would think, if he knew the word) clothing, whose hand was reaching for her staff almost instinctively, a scary-looking dude in black, with a wicked-looking claw, and...

(....another one of those "bishoujo", like that Bridget chick-dude. Although it's about as hard to tell as with him as with Bridget, and those clothes aren't really helping--hey wait a sec, those look... and then the umbrella... could heshe be...?)

"Umm... yeah. Sorry for kinda barging in on your convo..." Quick as lightning, he had pulled up a chair to their table and was now sitting with them, across from the redhead. "I just noticed you were having some sushi, and... well, never mind." Totally ignorant of the other patrons staring at him, he continued. "You look relatively foreign, I'm guessing you're in it to achieve nirvana too?" Awkward silence. "...well, anyway, name's Chipp Zanuff. I figure, if we're gonna be fighting on the same side, we might as well get to know each other, right? Heh heh..." Trying very hard to keep his eyes on them, and away from the sushi. "So, yeah. Anyone else wanna give their names, or are ya just gonna leave me hanging here?

"...Vincent Valentine."
"My name is Alma Beoulve."
"Hajimemashite. Ore wa Hisame Shizu--"

But he had no chance to continue. For the white-haired ninja was already on the other side of the table, veritably kowtowing toward the swordsman. "You know Japanese??? I prostrate my self before you! Please teach me!"

Did I say there was an awkward silence before? This had the effect of a streaker through the Oscars.


TT

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Wayne Posted: 04-20-2003 , 06:23 PM

The Night Beckons...

Registered: Feb 2003
Location:

In this entry....

-Sponsor/Host interaction! ...well, sort of. Mal'Ganis attempts a few Charisma checks.
-Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to....

---

Tingle had left Mal'Ganis of his own accord, to the Dreadlord's relief; and he was now apparently the burden of one "Falcon," who was apparently the rank of Captain in some sort of, judging by him as a member; rather pathetic military organization. He had gone out of his way to evade his rivals; stopping only at a local restaurant to sustain the illusion of needing mundane means of sustenance, leaving perhaps a half-minute before a distinguished human sorcerer wearing robes somewhat resembling Panderian fashion stepped in; although Mal'Ganis thought little of it.

Mal'Ganis made his way back to the Academy, stopping to "borrow" a well-made statuette from a private glasscutter; fortunately the man was alone, making it easy for the Dreadlord to take the piece and put him to sleep, quickly altering his memory to forget him before leaving.

Then he got another idea.

"Azgh ma'nath fincanis!"

A violently shimmering green portal erupted in front of Mal'Ganis. The Dreadlord took a step back as cracking Nether energy shot out; but then held firm; and mentally found the Fellhound he summoned. Beckoning forward with both hands he brought the abomination into the physical plane; and dismissed the portal.

The demon knelt down to scratch the monstrous dog under its chin; it turned its eyeless head to him, growling slightly. Its mottled red fur nearly smoked with heat; a pair of ivory horns, sparking with uncontrollable antimagic energy, adorned its head. Mal'Ganis petted it along the back, careful to avoid its double row of spines. "Now there's a good infernal little puppy."

The fellhound made a sound that in a real dog might pass for a whine; but its sounded more akin to a quiet scream.

"Good dog." The Dreadlord pet it again and surreptiously retrieved a black wand he'd magically bound to the creature; unsurprisingly, it'd already eaten the scroll he had also given it. Mal'Ganis then rose, beginning to smile. "...you've been idle too long, haven't you?"

The fellhound nearly panted; and the grinding of its teeth sounded like ringing, clashing metal.

Mal'Ganis's mouth twitched in a grin; and he snapped his fingers. Within seconds the monster resembled, almost to perfection; a somewhat large, powerfully-built, grey-furred dog. It growled-- then stopped, clearly surprised at hearing itself. It looked itself over, then chased its tail for perhaps ten seconds; then turned its gleaming eyes toward its master.

"Yes..." the Dreadlord said. "No one will know you're anything but a normal dog now. Go out and... enjoy yourself. Feed your hunger for magic... there is plenty to eat. And if you get into trouble merely run outside of town and wait for me there, and I will send you back." The hound nodded with surprising intelligence. "Very well. Go!"

The fellhound trotted out, then began running down the streets of San'tar, looking for food.

---

Mal'Ganis returned to the academy, meeting Dorrin along the way; bowing politely toward him as they neared each other on the steps leading to the main door.

The Dreadlord's eyes narrowed as the Warrior-Priest raised a hand in reply, also eyeing him carefully. Mal'Ganis sent out a thread of thought toward Dorrin's mind, seeking for an entrace... ah, strong psychic defense, but unprepared for... no, well, that's not bad, ah--

Dorrin's eyes narrowed. "Are you poking around up here?" he asked, voice barely concealing menace; "...demon? Whatever are you looking for?"

The Nathrezim smiled. "I merely wanted to see if you were as resistant as you seemed to be. My apologies." The mortal, assuming he was; was powerfully built if not somewhat overweight; and Mal'Ganis could assume from his psychic defenses that he stood little chance in open battle against him. "...I seem to make you uneasy, do I not? Why is that?"

The mortal's face evened into a smile. "In my line of work... I don't usually let demons go for too long."

Mal'Ganis matched his steely grin. "I will remember that. Good day, Dorrin--" he paused. "Yes? Something else?"

The cleric nodded. "Yes. Daisetsu-- you remember him, I think-- is at the altar. He wants the guests to see what he's going to do."

"What would that be?"

"Why don't you go and find out? The altar, when you're done here."

Mal'Ganis's tone nearly mirrored the man's. "I will consider it. Thank you, Dorrin."

The two held their gazes in another silent test of will; Mal'Ganis, however, broke first, bowing once again before walking onward to where he knew Jun's room to be.

That could have gone better. Dorrin... I wasn't expecting that. I will have to be much more cautious as I scan the woman....

He recovered quickly enough and, again trying to pretend he couldn't read the guard's mind; asked the one he'd met earlier for directions to Jun, learning that Kalten was in with her now and might not want to be bothered. Mal'Ganis had not bothered to reply.

Knock knock.

He heard a clatter from inside the room; it sounded like a reasonably thin length of wood striking the floor. Mal'Ganis smirked and raised his hand to the door--

"What the hell?! Did you hear something?" snapped Kalten as he yanked the door open, stopping short as his eyes focused on the entirely unexpected form of a violet-armored Nathrezim in front of him.

"Not a thing." Mal'Ganis replied, at once relieved Kalten couldn't place the telepathic link to him.

"...uh... oh, I recognize you now. What do you want? Daisetsu's--"

"...gone to the altar," Mal'Ganis interrupted, "...and Dorrin recommended I meet him there. Yes. I wished to pay a visit to you and Lady Jun first, since I'd seen little of her earlier."

Kalten smirked. "Isn't that nice." He retrieved his bow and sat back down, softly nudging the resting-- she didn't appear to be asleep now, anyway-- woman. "Jun?"

She yawned and leaned upward; and Mal'Ganis's eyes widened. She was... striking, at least as far as mortals went. Brilliant eyes, long black hair... nothing compared to a succubus, of course; but certainly above par.

Kalten... his mind is nothing like Dorrin's. It is not as weak as the untrained, psionic-receptive magi earlier... but it is certainly a weakness. Fascinating... an unmatched depth of confidence... he is nearly as fearless as Archimonde himself, it would seem, yet he's worried about something... ah... a war... Naclos? Ah... we're to be... well, well....

His mental probe flickered to Jun, but, unlike the archer; she was completely unreadable. Not out of psychic resistance, again unlike Dorrin... but... it is blank. As though she is so well-disciplined she allows no thoughts to stray. Curious... my powers should also work against her, though, if it came to that. So that leaves Daisetsu....

Kalten coughed into his hand to break the sudden silence. "So, um... was there anything you wanted? I hate to be rude, but...."

Mal'Ganis smirked, nodding shortly toward Kalten. "Yes, and I should not be so bold as to stare at the Lady, correct?" he mocked, and Kalten half-rose from his chair. "I apologize. You seem to be the sort of man who places little value in words, so perhaps deeds would better serve...."

The Dreadlord reached into a pocket behind his armor and retrieved the wand, flipping it over in his hands to the tip was toward Mal'Ganis and the handle to Kalten; then extended it to him. "I had heard you had a minor incident with soul-stealing Undead in the Mage Guild earlier. This is a Wand of Negation, which can dispel them. I'm sure you won't need it yourself, but perhaps having one on hand could make disturbances such as the one earlier today somewhat easier to handle."

The bowman nodded and took it, looking it over. Mal'Ganis then turned to Jun, and walked over to the side of her bed.

"I have always had difficulty finding gifts for mortals, especially attractive specimens such as yourself." he began, and Jun smiled. "...so I bought you this."

He retrieved the statuette-- a beautiful, well-carved piece depicting a woman riding the back of a turtle; the glass shone like a diamond-- and placed it in her hands.

"Why... thank you, Mal'Ganis. It's beautiful."

"But a pale shadow of you, Lady Jun." He smiled again and bowed to her, then to Kalten; and walked backward through the door, closing it behind them.

...the fools. Dorrin is far more cunning than he lets on; but I have little to fear from the others. ...now, Daisetsu....

---

....

....

...that hurt. Remind me to never attempt to read the mind of someone with a phoenix living inside him.

...if there's any bright side, while Daisetsu is separated from... what was it, Suzaku, yes... then he should have little resistance himself. I will bide my time, then; waiting for the best opportunity. There is a great deal of power in these four... more than enough for me to stand against Kil'Jaedan himself.


---

*The fellhound-dog will probably be running around during this round and may reappear as Mal'Ganis's fluffy sidekick or something later on; I'm not sure.

Something very important to note-- it possesses a power called a "mana burn," which is a radiant beam (usually yellow, white, or neon green) that literally boils a victim's "mana" (magic power, etc.). If you run into the fellhound and can use "normal" magic spells (that is, not psionics, geomancy, etc.), it'll probably hit you with that, draining some power and hurting you a little. It's not that powerful, but weaking your spellcasting always hurts.

It's also terrorizing random people. And it looks exactly like Vader's normal form.


"As you can see, your people are now mine. I will now turn this city, household by household, until the flame of Life has been snuffed out... forever." - Mal'Ganis

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Renmazuo Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:05 PM

Cute Widdle Cleric Girl

Registered: Feb 2003
Location: Graveyard of Airships

Note- this is TK posting, obviously, but Krizak asked me to finish the post, so half of it is my doing. XD So! Here you be.

Canto I + Ab Initio + Chorus


Mint had half a mind to just blast the newcomer straight out of the restaurant. Grr... He's blocking my view of the cute swordsman! And why is he fawning over him so much? Well, if he doesn't leave soon, he's going to find out what fire tastes like!

Going back to her miso soup, Mint continued to glare at the gathering across the room.

She was so focused on the other table that she failed to notice the large bear wander into the restaurant, at least until it stood on it's hind legs and release a tremendous roar.

Immediately, the restaurant was in chaos. Waitresses and patrons screamed for their lives as they streamed out the doors. Vincent, Alma, and Shizumaru jumped out of their seats at the sound of the bear, attracting it's attention to them. With another roar, it charged at them with blinding speed, throwing aside tables and chairs as if they were pieces of dirty laundry.

Vincent quickly pulled out his gun and fired a couple shots at the enraged animal. The bullets hit their mark, but the bear seemed to shrug off the pain. Rearing back, it smashed the gunman across the room with a single blow from it's meaty paw, then turned it's sights to Alma. The cleric shrank away from the enraged beast, nervously chanting as she did.

"Shoot! Dormite ho...oh, no!" Alma shook her staff, gritting her teeth. “Of all the times...!”

"Alma-san! Look out!"

The cleric brought up her staff instantly in a defensive stance. It would do little good- too little- for the bear was almost upon her, its great forepaw raised for a crushing downward swipe- which, in turn, was blocked by a nodachi that had suddenly materialized there.

"Gngh...Alma-san, run!" Shizumaru said, struggling under the bear’s amazingly sharp claws. "See to Vincent-san!"

Alma only shook her staff harder, grimacing. "I didn't run then, I won't run now! Dormite, hostes, ubi..., oh come on! Come on already!"

"Shizumaru-Engrish-sensei!"

That was enough to turn anybody's head. Chipp Zanuff tore across the bar, his arms tucked across his shoulders and his deadly arm-blade glinting with the bear’s reflection. His speed was incredible, his long legs pumping like water across the floor. He made some sort of pointed hand-sign in front of his face, and took off at full speed, shouting "Kami Kaz-"

Then Kuma turned and slammed its rear into Chipp's face.

"-eeeee...?" Chipp was folded up like an accordion the next instant, landing on his back with his legs pointed in the air. Shizumaru made some sound that sounded like an "or" and an "o" combined, and gave Kuma a sharp kick to his leg. The bear roared, shrugging off the blow and giving Shizumaru a good body-to-body slam. Shizumaru was knocked back, and Alma was immediately there, dragging him up by his shoulders. She pointed her staff at the bear, seeming to push forward- but again, no response. She gasped as Kuma grabbed the rod, his claws closing to wrench it out of her grip-

“Red! Power! Flare!”

-and then the pungent aroma of smoked fur replaced the smell of good food, as a fireball slammed into Kuma's side. The bear howled again, the force of the blaze actually lifting the huge creature off his feet. Kuma landed hard and went rolling, and Chipp cursed the loudest profanity that had ever reached the restaurant as the bear toppled over his prone form. Kuma rolled further, landing hard on a table upon which two young, Eastern-looking waitresses were hiding. Smoke billowed from his back, but the fire had gone out as he rolled. Unfortunately, Kuma's huge weight caused the table to collapse, and the shrieking waitresses landed atop his huge form. They landed on him in an upside-down position, their high heels clacking against his skull. With a groan, the bear was out, and the waitresses fainted atop him.

Chipp, Alma, Shizumaru, and Vincent slowly turned their heads to the cackling little Mint, who blew on her smoking fingers like a pistol.

“Ahahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mint raised a fist triumphantly, then pumped it. "Her majesty lays the royal smackdown, thank you very much! Ahahahaha!" She perked up, as though forgetting her manners, and bounded over on her squeaky shoes to Shizumaru's side. "Oh, dear, are you hurt? I'm sorry I didn't get there in time! Here, let me see your face..."

Alma's brow twitched, and Shizumaru waved his hand shyly to Mint, shaking his head. "Arigato...daijoubu desu," he said. "I mean, thank you, I'm all right."

Chipp looked in the direction of the fallen bear, and rubbed his hand. "Uh..."

"Let me guess...Holy Zen?" Vincent asked, rising as he rubbed his sore head.

"No," Chipp said, "Holy Zen, that bear's smiling!"


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

-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.

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ShinkuuR Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:14 PM

New College Grad! Whoo!

Registered: May 2001
Location: Savannah Ga

Sorry that I haven't been really participating in this so far...but this IS the week before finals for me...

That, and Season 3 of Buffy keep me occupied for a while.

Anyway...



"You don't sound too good. What's up?"

"I don't know how to say this, but...Rydia's disappeared."

"What do you mean, disappeared? Did she get lost?"

"No! I mean she vanished out of thin air! I was taking her and my other friend home a couple of minutes ago, and then the two just...disappeared." Through the recevier Ryo could hear the sounds of Chris relaying the message to Jill and Claire, who were trying to push their way through the debri of the destroyed research facility on their way to the main lab.

"Tell us exactly what happened." Chris said. Ryo desperately searched his memory to describe what happened, even though it's only been about 5 minutes since the pair left. The bubbles in Rydia's beer hasn't even stopped moving yet.

"Well, we were all drinking at King's bar, when..."

"What a minute. YOU LET RYDIA DRINK???" Ryo rolled his eyes, partly ashamed at his actions while listening to Claire in the background preach about the dangers of women and alcohol. "A person as strange as Rydia does NOT need to drink anything but root beer and Juicy Juice."

"HEY! First of all I was forced to let her drink! Second of all, this isn't about my problems! We're having a crisis here!"

"Okay, okay Ryo! We're just messing with you. Go ahead with the story." The normally composed martial artist was just beginning to get his embarrassment under control as he restarted his tale through the laughter on the phone.

"Like I said, we wer drinking and the two girls got kinda plastered, so I slung them over my shoulders and started to take them home. And then...they just vanished out of thin air."

"Hmmm..." The laughter subsided as Chris began to wonder about the situation. "You think maybe it was a side affect of Rydia drinking? I mean, she is a magician after all."

"I don't know...I was kinda thinking it had something to do with Wesker. You said that he was up to something, right?"

"Yeah, but his thing is bio-terrorism, Ryo. Making people disappear would be beyond his ability..."

"We're here, Chris." Jill said as the three stumbled into what was left of G-Corp's man lab. What was once a marvel of technology and science was turned into a extraterrestial murder scene. Bodies, or rather parts of humans were thrown across the lab like a hurricane had past though, tearing and disfiguring each limb and body part beyond all human recognizion, splashing numerous gallons of blood across the walls and floor in the process. In reality, only the smell of burning flesh caused by the destruction of millions of dollars of equipment was the only thing that proved that living being once stood here.

Chris, Jill, and Claire searched around the room, trying to make sense of the carnage that painted the landscape before their eyes landed on a document spread out on the table. As the group read the blood stained report, a look of horror washed over their face. Chris slowly spoke into the receiver.

"You may not be too far off, Ryo."




As Rydia walked into the building where she thought King and K' went, she noticed that even though this place was really old, the numerous bottles that lined the walls instantly reminded her of the Illusion. Even though she now was very against the idea of drinking anything from a place with this many wine bottles, she had to admit that the place did have a certain charm about it.

"King likes to drink this stuff, so I'm sure she'll be back soon..." Rydia thought since she couldn't spot the two throughout the crowd. She did manage to spot the giant man that she saw a little while ago. " He seems a little different than before..."

The giant suddenly turned his head toward Rydia with a grunt, suprising the summoner and causing her to begin chanting a spell out of habit. However, she dropped her guard when she noticed the giant calling her over to him.

"I wonder what he wants..." she thought, and after a couple of seconds she walked towards him, her right hand near the handle of her whip...just in case.

"Hey baby, what's your name?"

"Um...excuse me?"

"Don't get your panties in a bunch an' shit. I just wanna know your name girl." Rydia rolled her eyes as she looked at the giant's leering eyes. His breath smelled just as bad as King's did a couple an hours ago, so she concluded that he was dead drunk.

"It's Rydia."

"...is that an Asian name or something, cuz that shit sounds strange."

"I don't know..." She would have to make it a point to ask Ryo what 'Asian' was one day...

"Nah...guess not. Besides, my sources tell me that most Asians don't have a body like yours. Hot damn." All of a sudden a giant hand rubbed her ass, and Rydia instantly pulled out her whip a lashed the monsterous arm. The attack didn't seem to hurt the man at all as his smirk grew brighter.

"The hell you're think you're doing?"

"Oh, you got a whip?! You're that kinky and shit? Well hell then! I couldn't get any blue nipples from this place, but I'll take some peach ones instead. Now come on here and sit on Big Daddy's lap."

Rydia was on the verge of casting a Thundaga spell on the atrocious beast, but as her head started pounding again, she decided to do...something else.

"You wanna lap dance, big boy?"

As Hulk looked into Rydia's eyes, he watched in wonderment as it changed from green to a icy blue color. Her voice also became more raspy as well, and it did well to go with her attitude as she took her right hand and slowly moved it from his face to his chest. Even though her touch was cold as ice, Hulk was feeling heat all over as she started to wisper something is his ear.

"You couldn't handle it."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted King and K' sitting near the corner of the bar. Snapping back to reality, Rydia headed to the pair in haste.

"Nice talking to you!" she said in her normal, cheerful voice.

"What the fuck? Teasing bitch!" Hulk yelled as he broke the glass he held in his hands.


EDIT: That's all for today...sleepy time.


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...

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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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Curley W Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:33 PM

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Smile Just a little humor post.

"So, Jason...." Ky started. "Which 'formula' did you use back at the glass shop?"

"Which one? It's called, 'Super Heal'." Jason replied. The two young men, along with Storm and Vader, had been wandering town. After having met in the destroyed glass shop, the four were looking for someone Ky knew, discussing Jason's alchemy while searching. "It's the best healing formula I have."

"Do you have other kinds of formulas?" The weather mistress Storm asked.

"Yeah, plenty." He answered happily. Alchemy was his hobby, and borderline obsesion. It was only natural for him to rant about his specialty when he didn't have to keep it secret. "Some attack formulas, some defensive formulas, some with boosting effects."

"Boosting?"

"Increasing your natural abilities. Here I'll show you." Saying that, he reached into his bag, and focused his desired ingredients. "This formulas called....Energize!" The fanboy began twitching a bit as a white energy similar to Electricity poured into him from the sides. It quickly subsided, saved for a few tiny sparks that popped harmlessly around him.

"This one increases the energy in your body as well as the outpu-u-u-t." Jason twitched slightly while saying this. "It's great in combat, since you can fi-i-i-i-IGHT YOUR HARDEST WITH-...out getting burned out from exhaustion." Ky and Storm were wide-eyed as Jason seemed to barely restrainn himself from jumping out of his shoes.

"Are you alright, Jason?" The swordsman asked.

"Yeah, yeah... this is just a side-effect. If your not doing pushing yourself to burn it off, the energy has nowhere to go. As a result, the power surges make you real jittery and HYPER~! 'SCUSE ME FOR A SEC!" He yelped as he felt his built up energy ran through his body again. He started shaking his head back and forth, jibbering, "BLBLBLBLLLGLBGLBGRBLELBRBRBKHCK!!!"

"How long does this last?!" The paladin asked, thouroughly spooked. Jason had begun jogging in place to help slow down his outbursts.

"Less than a minute. Should end soon..."

Then he reared his head up and shouted.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~!!!"

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DarkBlade77 Posted: 04-20-2003 , 07:37 PM

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With that, Round 1 has ended.

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