DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:02
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Survivor X - Round One
Ubae! Subete! Kono te de! tatoe kokoro
kizutsuketeta to shite mo mezameta chikara karada o
kakemeguru kotoba wa imi o kaete kinou no shinjitsu wa kyou no
uso ni naru dare mo ga samayoi nagasarete yuku dake yume ya ai
nante tsugou no ii gensou riaru o fumishime hateshinai asu e
to te o nobasu
Kyo
Presents
Reckless fire sou daitan ni tamashii ni
hi o tsukero
nigeba nante nai sa uso mo mujun mo nomihosu
tuyosa to tomo ni ima ha motomenai tagai ni yadoru
sympathy watasenai nani ka wo tukamitoru made wa...
A Red Lotus Production
kizutuku
no ga kowai no ka? umaku zuruku ikite tanoshii no ka? hate aru
tabiji nani wo kakko tukeru? "dare ni mo wakaru wake nai" to
kunou wo kidori sameta me de kocchi wo miru nara yurusenai
reflection
In Collaboration with Shoryuken and
Random Insanity
reckless fire ii kagen na puraido
nara hai ni nare kiseki nante nai sa chikayoru no ha gizensha
no amai wana shinjiru beki mono sore ha jibun jishin yuzurenai
taisetu na mono nigirishimete
Survivor X: Manifest
Destiny
tukame! subete! kokoro ni! zetubou,
situbou ni uchinomesarete mo saigo ha tachiagari hitori no
glorious risuku ya mainasu naraba kibakusai sa wakitatu
"kakushin" no ya wo asu he to tokihanatu
Featuring characters from the
libraries
reckless fire sou daitan ni inochi no
sube wo migake kono yo ha sabaibaru shiro ka kuro ka yuku
michi ha hitotu dake
of various fighting and
role-playing games all over the world.
reckless
fire sou daitan ni tamashii ni hi wo tukero nigeba nante nai
sa uso mo mujun mo nomihosu tuyosa to tomo ni tayasu wake ga
nai kono mune no kagaribi ha yuruginai chikara to ishi turanuku
you ni
(Theme song: Scryed - Reckless
Fire)
Part One, Scene One -
Unpredictable
Daisetsu shielded himself from the
winds that blasted the entire room as Jun poured all her strength
into the incantation. The Holy Relics flashed once, then twice, then
three times...
Then his surroundings eclipsed into white,
albeit momentarily.
When the light had cleared out, he beheld
quite a confusing scene. Jun was unconsious, the Relics had been
blasted to triangular sides of the room, and...
It was almost
beyond comprehension--beings of every shape and stature filled the
circle where Jun had made the incantion, where the Relics had been
earlier. Some were massively huge and disfigured, while others
seemed relatively human. All were standing, awake but looking
exhausted at what he would have guessed to be a long and violent
trip. Kalten moved to pick up Jun, carrying her in his arms as he
brought the unconsious ninja to her quarters. As he left, he
whispered, "Apperances can be decieving. Lay down the facts
first."
It was sage advice, and he cleared his throat even as
Dorrin exited, closing the door behind him.
"Welcome. I'm
sure none of you enjoyed the trip, and I'm sure you're going to like
what I have to say even less." He paused. He had everyone's
attention, although if those eyes were kunai he'd been dead minutes
ago. He continued, his voice still laden with steel.
"The
group of you have 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."
He turned to
the hardened wall, looking at the sand dunes below. "My name is
Daisetsu Kagami, commander of the An'ven of the Flame. I've brought
all of you here to fufill a prophecy in our ancient texts, which
states that I summon 'travellers of the universe' and take them with
me in my campaign against Naclos, in hopes that one will meet the
requirements needed to..." He coughed. "Well. To save our
world."
Turning back, he gauged them all and closed his eyes
afterwards. "I don't know whether you're too tired to speak or
whether you're just speechless by how ludicrous my words sound." He
knew it was the latter. He'd likely have tried to walk out on a
stupid speech like this by now. "But this is reality. You've all
been transported to my world from wherever you were from, and you'll
be coming with me and my small force as we try and take Naclos, a
organized nation about twenty times larger than us."
He
smiled, pursing his lips. "And you're supposed to win against them
for us."
Knowing those words had a sufficiently painful
effect on the group of people in front of him, he continued. "Right
now, you're in San'tar, the makeshift capital of the Kyoun'en
nation. My people are desert nomads, and we build dens from the
sand, leaving them behind when sandstorms come. We also host the
most well-trained guerilla force on the planet, which you'll be
traveling with in three days' time."
He decided to switch to
a more important subject. "I'm sure you're wondering 'Why do I have
to listen to you? I can go anywhere I want, I don't have to listen
to you', and so on... Right? Well, actually, you can't leave. It has
to do with the way we brought you here..."
He walked
deliberately up to one of the bigger people--muscle bound, a head
taller than he was at the least, and completely green in skin
color--, and stuck his hand through him. Everyone's eyes widened and
he wiggled it around, and swept it out of the bewildered
man.
"You're not entirely here, you see. Your spirit is, and
a bit of base material and spirit energy makes up what you're
standing in right now. It shouldn't take but a day for you to become
completely physical, but the spiritual energy takes much longer to
siphon back in. The three other people you saw a while ago were part
of this ritual, as was I. As a result, we are all linked in a rather
strange fashion. Since the four of us possess tremendous amounts of
spiritual energy, we were able to pool our forces to bring you here.
Through us, your spiritual energy is gradually being returned to
you. If you stay too far away from us, the link will become weak,
and you'll die from withdrawal."
He caught a few concerned
looks. "Don't worry, the range of the link extends for quite a few
miles before you enter a problem range. And you only need one of us
to be in that range. You have more than enough room for yourselves.
There's also a special benefit--you can't die from mortal wounds
here, even when your physical form returns. Once all of your
spiritual energy returns, which will take around half of a month,
you'll all be able to make the choice to return to your home world,
and we'll be able to send you back with the last of the link. But if
you get killed, your body reverts to that bare-minimum form
gradually--like a spirit, while your spiritual energy gathers at a
faster rate. Then your physical body regerates here while your
spiritual energy is maxed."
He moved towards the door. "I've
told you what you're here for--to aid us in our assualt on Naclos.
That's hardly all of it, however. The prophecy states that all of
those summoned was chosen because they have
potential."
"Potential to do what?" The voice was very small,
and it came from a young woman at the back at the crowd. Her eyes
were frightened--As they should be... Damn. Gods, forgive me for
performing this act.
"The potential... to become a
god."
The pause that followed was unmistakably one of shock
or disbelief. Daisetsu continued. "Obviously, most of you didn't
stand a chance in the lives you were leading to do such a thing.
However, you'll be facing hardships like never before in this place.
You're going to get stronger, naturally. You'll become much
stronger, however, because of this spiritual transfer method. Much
more spiritual energy than you originally had is going to flow into
your bodies as an end result of what we expended to bring you to our
world. One of you will get so much that it will transcend physical
form, and you will have the powers of a deity."
He turned.
"I'm sorry for rambling on like that. Being a god should be the last
thing on any of your minds, especially since you can refuse this
power. You can stay as you were before, if you keep your mind at it.
But if you do..." He opened the door, and looked back out. "If you
do, then we as a nation are doomed."
He lowered his head.
"I'm not exceptional at speeches, although I'm sure most of you have
noticed that by now. But enough about your task here. Everyone's
been notified about your coming, so feel free to talk to anyone or
ask questions. You may explore our city, and this central building
as you like. Just don't enter the desert, for your own sakes... I'm
not sure how far my range extends past this city."
He looked
up again. "If you bear this situation long enough, you can return to
your world... and be a lot stronger from the experience. I wish you
all well."
He then went to see to Jun's health, closing the
door and leaving a host of bewildered people behind
him.
*continued, do NOT post yet*
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DarkBlade77 |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:06
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
 Registered: May 2001 Location: Secret Boss Stage
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Round 1 - San'tar, the Wandering
City
Salutations. As Daisetsu said, you're in the
city of San'tar, which is completely composed of mud, brick, and
sand--a combination which falls apart over time when the latter of
the three is the one most widely-used. However, this city was built
recently and firesealed, so you won't see sand falling from the roof
or antything. While the An'ven people in the city are not very akin
to the ways of a normal society, they are very friendly and open
even with strangers. While being composed of sand, San'tar sees
constant merchant trade because of their impressive glass
industry--glass is a rather expensive commodity, and the inhabitants
of the desert can do little with it in sand-made buildings save
trade it. You'll see any normal function of a low-technology city
here, including an apothecary, bar, smithy, and so on. The building
you inhabit right now is the academy, where young men are trained to
become members of Daisetsu's elite guerilla force. The instructors
have been told to allow you to train with them if it suits you, and
you can spar some of the senior members to hone your fighting
skills--obviously, you won't be able to do this until your body
becomes real. There is an adjacent building for the magic and
Aura-proficient, but it might not be wise to head there--young
An'ven mages tend to be rather explosive on incident. There is an
altar on the outskirts of town, which is dedicated to those 'fallen,
but not yet born'. Daisetsu will visit this altar at some point, and
you can interact with him there when he does. Other than that, you
cannot reach any of the four Lords right now.
This is the
Master List of Sponsors.
(Note that if your character
belongs to a series, I'll put him/her/it from the game/series of
his/her/its earliest incarnation.)
Daisetsu --- The Red Phoenix (0
EXP)
Sponsors Bowling Pin The
Hulk-Fighting-Daisetsu Switchblade - Vice and Mature(The King of
Fighters) Dry31 - Testament(Guilty Gear) Slipstream - Yuri
Hyuga(Shadow Hearts) Exeter - Sol Badguy(Guilty Gear) ShinkuuR
- Rydia of Mist(Final Fantasy IV) colguile - Allen Sanyder
(Street Fighter EX) Lantis - Setsuna(Gekka no Kenshi
2) 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 Curley W -
Jason Soe w/ Vader Luna - Opera Vectra(Star Ocean: The Second
Story) Daisuke7777 - K'(The King of Fighters) S-Chicken Boner
- Adol Christian(Y's) Baka - Ky Kiske(Guilty Gear) San Draco -
Shang Tsung w/ Li Mei's skeleton(Mortal Kombat) Zen Master -
Kyosuke(Rival Schools) Just Some Guy - Captain Falcon(Super Smash
Bros.) Krizak - Mint(Threads of
Fate)
Sidekicks Magus - Blanka(Street
Fighter) Samus Aran - Samus Aran(Super Smash
Bros.)
Jun --- The Green
Dragon(0 EXP)
Sponsors The Damned -
King(The Queen of Fighters ) Wayne - Mal'Ganis(WarCraft III) Nif -
Kite(.hack//infection) Thirdtwin - Chipp Zanuff(Guilty
Gear) Kellios - Vincent Valentine(Final Fantasy VII) eyesaw -
Storm(X-Men: Children of the Atom)
Sidekicks Psycho
Power J-Yuffie-RPG-Jun-sidekick Soujiro Seta-Mesdoram
Elmdor/Zalera-RPG-Jun-sidekick
Dorrin
--- The White Tiger(0
EXP)
Sponsors Amethyst - Blue/Rouge/Amethyst(SaGa
Frontier) Renmazuo - Alma Beoulve(Final Fantasy
Tactics) CarlyCheeese - Hisame Shizumaru(Samurai
Shodown) MageusBlack - Maya Amano(Persona) pirate360 -
AirMan(Rockman: The Power Battles) Adam*Warlock - Rogue(X-Men
V.S. Street Fighter) Bugenhagen - Tingle(Legend of Zelda: The
Wind Waker)
Special Rule - Immaterial As
Daisetsu had mentioned earlier, your bodies aren't completely in
this world yet. If you were to summon all your rage and anger upon a
single target and hammer it with everything you had... you
might be able to kill a flea right now. After 6 hours of
round time, your bodies will become real enough for you to
affect the physical world like a human, but you'll still be too weak
to do much. (Note that fluffy sidekicks are completely real in this
world, and are not affected like you are, save for not being able to
die. Also note that you can interact with other Sponsors as if they
were real, because you share a plane of existence.) So, being in
your current state, None of the actions you take
will have any effect by the end of the round. This is a test
round of sorts, so I can see how my system works, and tweak it if
needed. So vote as if it meant something, or I'll kill you.
Be warned that due to the imbalance of Sponsors under a
given Lord, I may have to switch players' Lords around by next
round. Since you get no EXP this round, you may want to try and help
correct this imbalance yourself before I do it myself; that is,
switch Lords if the one you're under has too many. Just don't all
leave at once. 
Voting ends at 4:00
PM CST. Round ends at 4:30.
EDIT: Somehow
missed the round description.
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Thirdtwin |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:06
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Blade of Vengeance
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: That depends, of
course, on where I am
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First?
...it appears so GET THIS QUICKER
TT
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Bugenhagen |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:07
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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FIRST!!!
...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
It...
can't... be! I was so close!
*sob*
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m121akuma |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:16
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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Bah,
being first is overrated anyway
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
Website---
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Exeter |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:17
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Rock You
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Being
4th, on the other hand, is a great accomplishment if I do say so
myself. 
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Dry31
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:19
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Judge/Jury/Executioner
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Five
is a mystic number...the number of the Nightmare Circular!
Unfortunately, Testament won't be casting any of those anytime soon
it seems. >:[
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Luna
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:23
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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Six is even better. It's two times three, which is my
lucky number, and the amount of eyes Opera has.
XD
Go to the
light Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite Ikutsu no
yo ake mo koeteku Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....
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Bowling
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:24
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Cue
song: Xenogears - Dazil - City of Burning Sands.
The Savage
Hulk stood still, as a blank monolith. Strange looking people
surrounded him, some who even looked vaguely human. In fact,
some of these people had eyes nearly as big as their fists. This was
a varied crew.
Only, this Hulk did not know it. He was, for
the time, brain dead. His spiritual energy hadn't enough time to
transfer his entire persona; no, the Hulk did not have a body to
claim his own, not even in his own world.
"Yo, big guy!"
The Hulk did not hear this.
"Why're you so glum
looking? You confused by all this bullshat? I can
relate."
The Hulk did not hear this.
"I was about to
lay the HAND on some troublemaking womens. They're the DEVIL, you
know."
The Hulk did not hear this.
"...are you
listening? I guess you're just a big green paperweight."
The
Hulk did not hear this.
"Whatever. Hey, you in the bartender
get up! Are you related to Marcy D'arcy off of Married with
Children? Ha ha, YAHOOIE!"
The Hulk did not hear
this.
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m121akuma |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:35
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t3h 3v1l av: Part 2
 Registered: Apr 2001 Location: Southfield, MI.
Bitches.
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The
Pimpmasta shrugged in frustration. He was trapped in a strange
dimension with a buncha freeks from every place imaginable, and
bored to tears. Why was everyone so serious? I mean, he had a
6-o-clock on 12 Mile with some lonely punk named FoF( ) that he's missing, and you didn't see him complaining. He
began to walk around the crowd...and noticed a pair o' bitches
making out in the corner.
Dan: HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Maybe
this won't be so bad after all!!!
Dan started to move around
the crowd to get a better look...and heard a faint squishing sound
beneath his toes.
Tingle: What the fuck was that
for?!
Dan: No time for you, little shit. I got a pair of
lesbos to oogle.
With that, he flicked the little fairy with
his index finger and walked off.
1 A-vote to
Tingle.
Southfield
Board of Education: Prepared to be Schooled
quote:
Originally posted by Starhammer SRK.com is the new
evercrack. All we need is some Idiot to kill someone and blame
SRK.com for it, and its status will be
irreversible.
-Starhammer-
---Team Southfield
Website---
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Just Some
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:39
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Superhero Sellout
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: a place where you are
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Captain's Log. 4-18-03. 9:39 PM Sponsored by
Pepsi-Cola
Three Deals from the Airline-kings under
the sky, Seven from the Media-lords in their streets of Los
Angeles, Nine from the Mortal Stores doomed to get bought out,
One from the Pimp Lord on his comfy throne In the Land of
Detroit where the Hoes lie. One Deal to rule them all, One Deal
to find them, One Deal to bring them all and in the darkness
bind them In the Land of Detroit where the Johns get
tricks.
Falcon knew he had but one thing to do. He HAD to
get that endorsement with Shotopimps. In his state of slumber, he
felt it, the dark power of the Pimpmastaa, beckoning, calling out to
him. The greatest businessman in the entire western world was
HERE. Lying in the shadows, the Pimp Lord himself, Dan
Hibiki. He was here, the presence felt was certain.
Looking
through the building, Hibiki was nowhere to be seen, but many others
were visible. A big green guy, a three-eyed girl, a guy in a lion
suit. All the freaks were here, and some normal looking people, none
quite as manly and handsome as himself, of course. Falcon quickly
jumped on the highest object and began posing for everyone, because
he was so famous. Although where people would usually give applause
and ask for autographs, all he got was odd stares and a few people
laughed their asses off at him. He didn't even notice that he fell
right through the table he jumped on, either.
'Hmmm...
tough crowd. That guy DID say they were all from opposite universes,
the obviously just don't recognize me. I wonder how I could make
them realize how buff, cool, and 1337 I really am... And why is
there a table at my knees? Hmm... my Zoloft logo seems to be coming
off my shirt. Damn. Well, at least I'm still the manliest man here,
even without my Zoloft logo.' He rips off the Zoloft patch and
places it in his pocket.
'Well, this seems like a fairly
big crappy town, perhaps there is a sewing shop around here. WAIT!
OVER THERE!' He notices a beatiful woman across the room. Long,
black hair, a black dress with black boots, and a black top. A bit
flat-chested though, but with the rest of her, it didn't matter.
Falcon decided to walk up to her.
Falcon musters up his
manliest voice. 'Hello, young lady. I suppose you have heard of me
before, the great... CAPTAIN FALCON!' The man strikes a pose, being
sure to flex his muscles. 'I don't suppose you wouldn't want to go
over to that pub with me for a few drinks, my treat, since I'm so
rich and awesome. Care for a Pepsi?'
The girl replied with a
deep, metallic voice, startling Falcon. 'I am no woman, Falcon. Now
go away, or you shall regret your impudence.'
At the sound of
the man's voice, Falcon could only muster up a squeaky word. 'Meep!'
He was scared out of his mind at the girly man's threat of death,
and was about to return to his original quest. Finding a place to
sew his Zoloft logo back on. Then to get an endorsement from
Shotopimps. You see, he has a sort of 'Spidey Sense', only instead
of danger, it picked up potential deals and money.
'Would you
like an autograph?'
'Go away now, you shall not like what
happens if you stay here any longer.'
It was then that Falcon
noticed Testament's Scythe of Rather Large Proportions, and ran off
like a scared little girl.
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Bugenhagen |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:43
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Hello, Mr. Forest Fairy!
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Right behind you.
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He
awoke from the biggest hangover he had ever had.
"Ugh...
kooloo... limpah?" muttered Tingle as he staggered to his feet. He
was in a large room, filled with a bunch of freaky people who didn't
know how to dress properly. Up in front was Typical Bish, yapping
about something which obviously didn't involve a doctor or Tingle's
liver. The middle-aged man noted this and did not pay
attention.
"Blah blah blah blah blah dimensions blah blah
blah blah campaign against Nachos blah blah blah blah blah save our
world blah blah blah blah cookies 'n cream" stated the man in the
front.
Tingle's ears perked up. He slowly stood to his feet.
"Cookies?" he wondered aloud.
A pink elephant to the right
nudged him in the ribs. "Shh! Some of us are trying to pay
attention," he trumpeted
Tingle shook his head. Screw
elephants. He needed to know what was going on. Some people's pets
these days.
"I've told you what you're here for--to aid us in
our assualt on Naclos. That's hardly all of it, however. The
prophecy states that all of those summoned was chosen because they
have potential," Mr. Samurai-Man droned on. Nalcos wasn't as cool a
name as Nachos, Tingle decided, but it would have to
do.
"Potential to do what?" squeaked a pink wiggly kitty
behind Tingle. It wrinkled its nose.
"The potential... to
become a god."
"The potential to become... a fairy?"
whispered Tingle, not being quite able to comprehend what Mr. Bish
was saying.
"He said god, not fairy," whispered the
elephant loudly. "What on earth are you hopped up on?"
"Motor
oil and antifreeze," replied Tingle without missing a
beat.
The elephant squinted at Tingle. He was beginning to
look more human. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he
asked.
"That was another time and another place, foolish
mortal," replied Tingle.
"Huh?"
"I said, shut your
pie hole, you drunken Republican."
The human-elephant hybrid
stepped back. "What's up with you?" he asked, bringing his fists up,
ready to attack if Tingle made a move.
"Aw, nothin'," replied
Tingle, giddily, forgetting what happened earlier. "Here, take one
of these. They make the bad stuff go away." Tingle reached into his
green leotard, retrieved a red flask, and tossed it to the elephant
boy, who caught it between his front legs.
"Drink up. It's
good stuff!" Tingle bowed to the elephant, who was taken aback, then
pranced after Mr. Bish. "Wait, come back, swordy-guy! Tingle wants
to be a faaaiiiry!"
The elephant, who turned out to be Jason
Soe, shook his head. "I wonder what drunken fantasy he's living?" He
opened up the bottle and sniffed it. "Seems OK," he said to himself.
"Bottoms up." In a quick movement, he chugged the contents of the
bottle.
"Mmmm... peachy."
--
Tingle is using
Focus. Heck, who would've thought that he was in a state of
heightened awareness?
Using one R-vote on Jason
Soe.
Jason Soe now has an empty
bottle.
Tingle: 3 A-votes, 1 R-vote, 1
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Switchblade |
Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:53
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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
behind the mayo
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“The
potential…” Mature whispered.
“To become a god.” Vice
finished with a smile.
The two assassins took a cursory
glance over all the other people gathered to join this army. Then,
with a quick nod to each other, they broke away from the group and
moved off to a secluded corner. “Recognize anyone,” Mature asked her
partner. Vice shrugged and shook her head. “Me neither. Most of them
look like nothing, though. Against an army I doubt they’ll survive.”
Vice smiled at that.
“An army,” Vice repeated. “Sounds like
it’ll be quite the slaughter. Mmm,” she moaned, “Can’t
wait.”
“And the prize…” Mature reminded her partner.
“Godhood. And a damn sight earlier than we were hoping. No more need
for Goenitz or the other Heavenly Kings. We can bring Orochi back
ourselves.”
“And on our own terms,” Vice added. The two women
looked at each other and smiled wickedly.
“Come on,” Mature
said, gesturing back towards the group, “Let’s meet and greet. They
may not look like much, but some of these others may come in useful.
I think it’s time to see what we’ll have to work
with.
To those who want to interact
with Vice and Mature: For this round V & M are going to try to
get a good grip on the others, so they're going to be extra nice.
Mature is the one who will be doing most of the talking, expect her
to be sugary sweet and even seductive.
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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Suddenly, the whole room grew into a brewing darkness,
as if some dark wind had passed all of a sudden. The moment passed
in the blink of an eye, but everyone took notice of it. Soon enough,
a man stood forward from among the bunch of fighters gathered around
the cramped room. White hair poured over his eyes, and his face was
quite serious. His pace was firm, and he didn't even move a muscle
as he pushed his way through the crowd.
'Filth and scum...I
am surrounded by them! Do you ever know your role, pitiful
creatures?'
The young man ran a hand through his hair, and he
suddenly revealed an evil grin.
'Has the fun began yet? No?
What a drag! I know one thing is certain...SOMEONE is not getting
out alive today?'
The young man just turned his head to both
sides once, and spit on the floor.
'Hasn' t that fool
Daisetsu arrived yet? The nerve! He's hosting this foolish
playground, and yet he refuses to show himself...a coward he
is!'
Everyone was mumbling at the newcoming odd man, when
suddenly Dan ran up to him, and stood in front of the young man with
his hands on his hips and a cocky grin. The young man didn't even
pay attention to him. Dan grinned to show his shiny teeth, and
saluted.
'What's up, creepy dude? The name is Dan...Dan
Hibiki, master of Saikyo Ryuu, I am! But I think you already knew
THAT...'
The young man sneered at Dan.
'I don't EVER
recall asking for your name, runt! You are nothing more than a
worthless gnat to me! Be gone from my sight, useless
fool!'
Dan cowered a bit, but returned to the young man's
face with a nasty smirk.
'Oooohhh boy...just thank Daisetsu
that you are on MY side of this whole mess, little boy! Or else I
could....'
But Dan suddenly felt that a knot crossed his
throat. He couldn't even mutter a word. Like if a sudden force had
grabbed ahold of it. He began to feel the whole blood rush to his
head as his breathing lacked. The young man put a hand on Dan's
shoulder.
'Out of the way!'
And with a simple motion,
the young man sent Dan flying towards a wall, smacking him hard
against the sand. The young man then slowly unsheated his sword as
black mist surrounded his mysterious blade.
'Setsuna has
arrived...newcomers beware! My blade feeds on the weak
tonight!'
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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Scarlet Rain Silence
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Hisame Shizumaru - 1:1
His head was
spinning, his stomach felt weak, as did his knees - and he could
still feel the touch of Rimururu's lips on his. It was a comforting
sensation in the midst of all the painful ones - a feather, compared
to skin that felt on fire, and he wanted to linger, hold on to it -
but it faded away, and the pain surged forth, making him dizzy once
more.
Struggling to bring himself out of his stupor,
Shizumaru faintly looked around at the surroundings, and his eyes
flew open in horror - This can't be... and yet -
Shizumaru held out his hand before him, and nearly felt
sick at its translucence. He was about to panic, before seeing
Daisetsu - or, rather, hearing him - and even though the initial
shock had left him, the queasiness still remained, making him feel
the way that rocks must feel at the bottom of a waterfall. The
situation he found himself in, he had felt before, and old memories
came flying back into his mind - swamp crystal ocean cave garden
desert nightmare - oh, Tachibana-san, this must be another escapade,
it *must* be... The thought passed through, and he lent his
attention to Daisetsu.
... to become a god, Shizumaru
ran over the words in his head. Would that grant me the power to
control the demon - ... I wonder...
He blinked, pursing
his eyebrows for a moment, and curiously peered down at his chest,
which was just as translucent as his hand, and the sight he saw made
him stare in astonishment - right where his heart was, a soft blue
light glew, just like a lantern. The glow was calming, somehow, but
after a moment, he suddenly realized what he was seeing - ... the
demon...
The thought passed to reach into his chest and
wrench out that glow, but his hand hesitated, perched directly over
it. Shizumaru sighed, biting his lip anxiously, and closed his
collar to hide the blue light, glancing nervously around to see if
anyone had noticed.
Every heartbeat refreshed the sight of
the glow, however, and however furiously he tried to push the
thought from his mind, Shizumaru simply could not forget it - one of
the few times he actually wanted to rid himself of a
memory.
Silently, he lowered his eyes shamefully, and glided
backwards into a wall, where he easily sifted
through.
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a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 09:58
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
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I
believe that is an "A-Vote." BTW, I used Dan in the scene with Hulk
because I knew that it'd be less, you know, rude. I actually
considered putting Kite in that scene, but I don't know whether or
not Nif would've appreciated it. Ah well.
"That guy in the
pink is just jealous of my fashion sense." The elf Tingle had
muttered under his breath.
The Hulk did not hear
this.
"Unlike you, sir! Your choice in color is
fantastic!"
The Hulk did not hear this.
"I see, you
must be exhausted. I wonder if there are any refreshments in this
arid place?"
The Hulk did not hear this.
"Don't worry.
I'll try and fetch some water for the both of us!" Tingle
jingle-jangled away, leaving Hulk to blankly stare at a wall without
any knowledge of his surroundings. Only a minute later, Tingle had
two glasses in his hands. "Can you believe how hard is to find any
water here?" Tingle floated with the aid of a balloon so that his
eyes could meet the Hulk's. "Have a sip." Tingle had dripped the
precious liquid into the Hulk's mouth. He floated back to the
ground, with the idea of a business proposition. "Say, do you have
any maps you'd want me to translate?"
The Hulk heard
this.
"No thanks, I know my way back to Nevada." But this was
not the Hulk's voice. The man who replaced the Hulk had said this as
a reflex.
"My...you've transformed haven't you! That's a
first, for my eyes anyway."
"...who are you?" Bruce Banner
clasped his hands to his head. "What's going on?"
Wait
six hours. Follow everyone else. This was the Hulk's voice, or,
his inner voice.
So you were standing in for me weren't
you? Bruce was impressed the Hulk didn't destroy everything and
everyone around him in the minutes that he had been
absent.
That's all Hulk heard. Hulk was busy fighting
HIM.
Him?
He's a stranger. Not like the
Professor, or Joe.
Please tell me it's not what I
think it is...not another malevolent personality I have to cope
with.
"So, I'll just stand over ... there. Please contact
me on your Game Boy Advance if you need to!" Tingle left,
while Bruce Banner stood, staring blankly at the
ground.
Who are you?! Banner was getting
worried.
Geez, don't think so loud old man. I was trying
to write some poetry. This voice was that of the one Hulk fought
with.
You're not like any of the others, aren't you? You
even sound like a punk kid. I don't ever remember seeing you
before.
It's because I'm new blood. I'm also a famous
name, but a guy like you's too busy to read the fight magazines, are
you?
I have to be losing it. Bruce was tired of
this supposed voice in his head. He tried to ignore it be sitting
against a wall, but it was to no avail.
I'm actually not
the guy I make out to be. Just his personality! Old man, you must
have slipped up along the line, because NESTS went and injected you
with some of my blood!
ARGH, SHUT UP! HULK DOESN'T
CARE ABOUT NESTS OR BLOOD! The Hulk decided to wage war one more
time on this foreign psyche who plagued their body. Bruce, on the
outside, was completely alienated by the strange people around him
and the strange man inside of him.
Didn't I teach you a
lesson last time? Fine, I'll put down my pen and finish my poem
later, because you requested a genuine KYO KUSANAGI ass
handing, pal!
"Yoga. I really need to turn back to my
yoga." Bruce Banner said silently to himself.
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:04
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Ex-Turk
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Alone
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Vincent Valentine watched the others pass by him and the
man who took it upon himself to speak to the crowd. Looking down at
himself, Vincent used the tip of the wretched claw from his left
hand and moved it through his right hand.
Instead of feeling
pain and watching his blood drip from his palm, as the man had
demonstrated, his left hand went right through his right palm.
Vincent twirled his fingers around in his palms and soon gave it up,
and turned to surveyed the town.
It reminded him of Cosmo
Canyon, in the way it was built, but certainly not in the way it
looked. Vincent eyed the other sponsors walking past him and noted
for looks, but no one in the general population looked the faintest
familiar to him.
JENOVA must be pulling quiet the stunt
on me. This cannot be real.
Only if
you believe it is a stunt, Vincent.
Vincent
sighed to himself and stepped away from the crowd and entered
started to enter into a city before something caught his
eye.
This is new of you. Are you trying
to ignore me?
If it works, then I
will.
You and I both know you are
wrong. besides, I know what has been in the "back of your mind,"
shall I say.
...I see you have been
bored.
For the past thirty years I
have been bored.
Ignoring the last remark,
Vincent turned his focus back to what had distracted him before. He
walked over to where he saw something sticking out of the ground,
and he bent over for a closer look.
A small, circular
foundation of a base stone paving, with little engraved inscription
at a stone on the far end of the base. Vincent could not make out
the description, but he took in a deep breath of the surrounding
area.
Smells like blood.
And smoke.
Vincent ran a finger over the stone
and rubbed some of the residue between his thumb and forefinger. He
could guess to what the dark splatter spots where on the stone, and
the grayish tint that rubbed off on his finger.
It looks like an altar. A plaque for the
fallen.
...What did he say? We are here to be
potential gods?
Vincent looked down at the alter, and
rubbed the residue from his fingers into his palms. He stayed knelt
by the altar and brushed strands of hair from his face.
"I
would never want to have an altar dedicated to me."
No, you would want one dedicated to her.
... A demon has no place beside an altar. To win would
only open the sins I have committed.
Vincent stood up on
his feet again and just looked down at the altar, once again
removing strands of his hair from his eyes.
Perhaps if we were to find a tomb here, it would be
more to your liking.
I wish to hear nothing
from you, Chaos.
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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 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Testament found himself...elsewhere. The suddenness of
the change, combined the completely different atmosphere of this
place combined to make him a bit...ill. And there was something
else, as well...something he couldn't quite place. But as Testament
listened, he began to understand.
So we're only half
here? No wonder this place resonates so disturbingly. Beings pulled
in from across time and space...all for their goals. Fools...will
humans never learn?! They seek to control power beyond their
limits...and in so doing, care not what they -
"Hello,
young lady. I suppose you have heard of me before, the great...
CAPTAIN FALCON!"
He blinks, then turns to regard the one
speaking with an incredulous stare.
"I don't suppose you
wouldn't want to go over to that pub with me for a few drinks, my
treat, since I'm so rich and awesome. Care for a Pepsi?"
His
hands twitch slightly as he speaks, annoyed.
"I am no woman,
Falcon. Now go away, or you shall regret your
impudence..."
"Meep!"
The fact that this impudent
human still dared to ignore his warning annoyed Testament even
further. His scythe, with its bloody blade, formed out of thin air,
appearing in his hands...
"Go away. NOW. You shall not like
what happens if you stay here any longer.'
This time, Captain
Falcon shows a bit of wisdom and flees. Testament glares balefully
after him, a glare that would ordinarily make anything warmblooded
fear for their life. Falcon keeps running...Testament looks around,
taking in his surroundings. He then turns to Zio, who is perched on
his shoulder in raven form, and speaks to her softly.
"It
seems, Zio, that we have little choice in this matter. But in the
meantime...let us leave this place. These filthy impudent humans are
making my stomach turn with the stench of their
greed..."
Testament walks away, seeking to find a place to be
alone...
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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Setsuna notices a small child cowering in a corner of
the room. Setsuna draws his attention towards the kid with the
umbrella....
"Hmmm...I just noticed...that kid's blood...it
has the scent of..."
Setsuna walks over slowly to the kid,
while the crowd quickly stands away from his path. Shizumaru notices
how the crowd is parting, and fixes his eyes to Setsuna. A bit of
fear, but yet sheer determination, appears in his eyes as the undead
warrior walks up to him. Shizumaru firmly grasps his umbrella, and
his other hand touches the hilt of his sword slightly.
The
two stare at each other, but neither dares to move. Then, Shizumaru
smiles, and bows.
"Greetings and good day, Mr. Setsuna. I
see that you have decided to come over and have a chat with me? But
I bet it's for no good purpose...."
With that said, Shizumaru
became serious again, and stared at Setsuna, who just twitched his
eye a bit.
"You little child...so young....and yet with the
blood of demons flowing in your body? How can that
be?"
Shizumaru opened his eyes wide, and his hands trembled a
bit.
"You know...? My curse..."
"Curse? Hardly, boy!
If anything, you should be grateful...by the end of this petty game,
you will know what your true path is...."
"What is
that?"
"You'll see soon enough...."
Setsuna slowly
turns around to face the green behemoth Hulk. He sneers at
him.
"Foolish giant...his power is not of this world's
nature!"
Setsuna turns towards Shizumaru again, and grins
evily.
"Blood will soon cover all! But first, I must make
some warm up sessions...."
And with that, he walks
away.
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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 Registered: Feb 2003 Location:
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Maya Amano: 1:1
Maya was sure that the
bottom floor of Kismat wasn’t made of sand. And she was positive
that the place never smelt of blood and smoke. She was also sure
that she was in an elevator.
She took in her new surroundings
as the voice of Daisetsu filled the room, explaining everything
about everything that is happening. Partially listening, she saw as
the people, and other things, around her were as amazed as she was
that they had been brought here. But everyone was different. They
wore clothes strange to what she did; some looked like the old
fashioned stuff they used back in the 15th centaury, while others
wore materials and metals which never existed from where she was
from.
If Maya was a greedy woman (and not so clumsy), she
would have probably have tried to steal their items.
Curious
about the strange world she would have never thought of in her
wildest dreams, Maya walked, her eyes gazing everywhere but in front
of her.
"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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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:24
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Cute Widdle Cleric Girl
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard of
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I'll
probably be, what, 16th by the time this gets up?
^_^
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Canto I + Ab Initio + Glued
State
For all the desert's heat, Alma's hands still
felt cold. Her fingers were chilled and appeared white, even though
there was no blood to disappear from their surfaces. She breathed on
them and felt some slight warmth, but nothing more. She wondered if
this was what it felt like to be a ghost, and was glad she believed
in an afterlife. She wouldn't want to spend out the rest of eternity
wandering a world where all she could do was watch.
Then
again, that's all I ever did, isn't it?
She surveyed her
surroundings briefly- she was a little towards the back of the
circle that had been summoned, and was thankful for that. She
noticed she was fully clad and fully 'armed', more or less- she had
her white staff, her elven mantle, her full earthen garb and her
good hiking shoes. Alma reached up behind her back, and traced a
finger through her long blonde hair and to the strand of
gleipnir that tied it together. She smiled- that was at least
one part of her she could still feel. And she needed it, especially
now. It had been too long since she'd been able to touch that
skin-soft cloth.
The collected group was in some sort of
sanctuary den, Alma guessed, but she could feel the desert breeze
outside. Alma groaned inwardly- she hated deserts.
Admittedly, she'd only ever been to Zeklaus Desert back on her
world, and that was rather mild compared to the hell that was the
Bed Desert, but it was still discouraging. She was now out of the
safety of Ivalice, cast into whatever scorching tempest awaited her
here.
Then she repeated the phrase 'safety of Ivalice', and
realized this was probably paradise.
Out of one war, into
the next. Alma's mind still reeled from the abrupt pull, and the
bizarre nature of this occurence was not lost on her. Pulled out of
her world to fight in a war? Pulled out of existence, out of home to
take up the blade or the rod? Her own essence rendered obsolete,
immaterial by strange beings who were as "gods"? And the strangest
notion of all- that she and the other strange people with her each
had the 'potential.'
Potential to become a god...that's
what that man told me. If I became a god, I wonder...could I restore
peace to Ivalice?
God...or, well, Goddess. Alma slapped
her forehead- what was with these deities and angels crossing
genders so often? Regardless, she did not know if she would accept
that potential. No one needed to be a god, they simply needed to be
good. Besides...it was an offer she had only heard minutes (hours,
days, months?) before.
From her.
From...Altima.
That started her thoughts down a dark
road, and she shook her head- whether an otherworldly phenomenon or
not, she had to thank that man, and those of the 'An'ven' that he
was a part of. Wrenching her out of Altima's crushing embrace
deserved a thousand thanks. She was acting so strangely...I think
they were about to seal me, yes. And the pull interrupted the
resurrection...
Alma suddenly went rigid- if it was the
resurrection that had been stopped, did that mean the blood of six
had already been spilled...?
"No," she whispered, cupping a
cold hand to her forehead. "No. I would have seen them die...I
think?"
She didn't know. Though, if she were free at the
moment, she supposed no one was dead yet...and Altima was not yet
revived. There was still time, and she was apart from Altima right
now. She could figure out some way to-
eclipse queen of
eclipse queen of eclipssse
Alma whirled, her staff coming
up in a ready stance. A futile gesture, as her power was not yet
restored- by the Lord, she still felt as exhausted as she'd been in
the Airship Graveyard. Nonetheless, she had heard the words, and
pointed her curative staff at the shadows behind her, her eyes wide
and her breath suddenly heavy. "Who...who speaks?"
-clipse
eclipse angela pulcherrima...
Silence, then. Alma put
down her staff, and then touched her chest. The seconds ticked by,
her throat parching and her stomach coursing with a nauseating
chill. She grasped her staff, her white knuckles whitening further
as she squeezed its holy iron frame. "No, no, no," she said lowly,
over and over, "no...no. My imagination..."
It had to be.
Those were just echoes, and that was not the voice she dreaded. Alma
sighed, reaching up desperately to touch her headband-
Then
something tickled her butt.
"OOP!" Alma jumped three inches
into the air, her face pumping up like a balloon. As she landed, she
turned again, lifting up her staff in another combat stance. "Ack!
Fiend! Villain! Stay thy ha-"
It was a fly.
"...oh.
Um, sorry, carry on." Alma smoothed out her clothes on instinct
rather than reason, tapping her staff against the ground as the fly
buzzed through her. It tickled her a bit, and she frowned, waving
her hand again in the air. Though technically she was immortal for
the time being, she'd heard enough bedtime stories about Death By
Tickling to be on her guard.
Everyone was moving out. Alma
tapped a finger to her lips, wondering what to do- the desert
wouldn't be so bad, if she was immaterial. She was terribly
weakened, she hadn't had anything to eat or drink in days and her
magic power was still sapped dry. She had to get to her own
sanctuary and figure out what to do...
crushing,
fluttering wings-
No...that wasn't it. Alma bit her lower
lip- she knew what she had to do. She turned, walking towards one of
the far walls. If they were in a desert, perhaps she could find some
cacti or herbs to mix into healing potions. Better yet, maybe there
was some Ether out there, or maybe someone had brought it along.
Because I have to do this. I have to survive and get
home, and then my work has only begun. Yes...for this 'tournament',
or this 'war' against Naclos, I have to ensure everyone goes home.
Everyone. As long as I'm still walking, blood will not stain the
earth. And if someone's own temporary immortality is threatened
here, I'll have to help.
I swear it...no one will die. No one
can die. They all have to live...
Alma slipped through
the far wall, taking that vow as deeply as she could. As she passed
through, though, she sorely hoped that shadow on the wall, out of
the corner of her eye, hadn't flickered.
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No votes
yet, but in true Tenken-style Tactics form, here's a little
start-of-round tidbit for you guys. This is, of course, copyright
Soujiro Seta. XD
Ability of the Round - Holy Magic!
Alma's innate ability as a Cleric of the Glabados Church, it allows
her to cast curative and healing magic at reduced magical cost. It
is her standard source of power and she will have it all through the
tournament- she only starts out with three abilities in it, but a
fourth can be unlocked. Like all of her spells, Alma's Holy Magic is
always accompanied by a Latin incantation which echoes through the
area, which you'll undoubtedly see repeated! The spells
are:
MBarrier - the ultimate magic barrier, casting
Regen, Protect, Shell, Haste, and Reraise on the
recipient. Deathspell 2 - the ultimate panacea that cures
any and all status incapacitations save death. Wish - a
powerful soul-surge between bodies, where Alma pours part of her own
life force into someone else's, healing them.
"Virtus in
cordibus tranquillibus floret. Iustitia est mecum. Per animam meam,
cave. Cave."
-- Sponsoring Alma Beoulve, Survivor X.
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Bowling
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:25
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The Mio Awakura Av
 Registered: Feb 2001 Location: Harker Heights, TX,
USA
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Hey, Hulk! A-VOTE TO THE
MOUTH!
HULK SMASH! A-VOTE TO
THE KIDNEY!
Ha, let me
get into my '97 style, and I'll...huh...I can't feel myself
fighting.
BANNER! THIS...IS
MY FIGHT!
"Sorry guys, but I need to clear my
mind." Bruce had, to the surprise of a few people around him, begun
to levitate in the air. Then, he shot a flame out of his mouth.
These were new yoga techniques taught by world renowned yoga master
Dhalsim, who collected them in a series of books. Bruce Banner
happened to come across one while walking around
Arizona.
"Will you look at that...Moby is using 'Sim's
moves!" Dan Hibiki, the strange, pink karate man who had pestered
the Hulk before, was now interested in the scrawny Bruce, who was
quietly practicing skills taught by Dhalsim, a street fighter,
Hibiki had run across once or twice.
"Moby? Moby's here?"
Captain Falcon instantly appeared in front of the meditating,
levitating Banner. "I must say, you're a GENIUS! Getting your music
into all those car commercials really PAID OFF! Say, speaking of
commercials, I hear Pepsi's going to make a car...that, get
this...runs on PEPSI! Are you interested in composing a song of two
for the campaign? You MUST recognize me as the official...PEPSI
SPOKESMAN."
"Excuse me, but, I'm lost. Who is Moby?" politely
asked a young girl, who went by the name Alma.
"WHO IS MOBY?!
Why, he's a big shot new age musician, that's who he is!"
"And why are flames coming from his mouth? I've never seen
wizards cast that ability before."
Why do they think I'm
Moby? Bruce wondered to himself.
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"So,
let me see if I have this straight," squeaked Tingle, sitting on the
floor next to two of the most gorgeous women he had ever met.
"You're Vice, right?"
The woman named Vice
nodded.
"And your name is Mature?"
"Yes, that's me,"
she replied sweetly.
"And you want to have a threesome with
me?"
They paused. Vice looked at Mature. They both looked at
Tingle in unison.
"Not a possibility," they said
together.
Tingle's grin fell. "Well, that isn't very nice,
now, is it?" he mumbled to himself. "Looks like they need a little
bit of Tingle lovin'."
"Excuse me?" shouted Vice, getting up
to her feet.
"I said, it's wonderful to spend time with two
lovely ladies," Tingle said, smiling. His hand went down his red
underpants to scratch an itch. Vice visably shuddered.
Mature
leaned over to Vice. "What the heck were we worried about? The rest
of these bozos are obviously pushovers. I'm going to enjoy ripping
his beating heart out of his chest."
"That's your specialty.
I don't even want to touch him," hissed Vice back.
Tingle got
to his feet. "It's been wonderful spending time with you, ladies.
However, Tingle must leave now. The great wonders of the faries
awaits me!" Tingle got a misty look in his eyes. "However, I
wouldn't want to leave without giving you two something to remember
me by." Tingle reached out from behind his back and pulled out a box
wrapped in beautiful green paper. A pink bow was tied at the
top.
"For you," he proclaimed, proudly.
Mature bit her
lip. "Why... thank you," she stammered, taking the present in her
hands.
"Call me when you need me!" cried Tingle. He took a
deep breath.
"Tingle, Tingle,
Kooloo, Limpah!"
A red balloon
filled from Tingle's back, lifting the fairy wannabe high into the
air. "Remember- whenever you need me!" He floated off into the
horizon.
Mature cautiously opened the box. Her hands dove
underneath the tissue paper, and she hefted the object out of it.
"What is it?" she asked Vice, puzzling at the round, blue object.
"Is it a bowling ball?"
"No, see that string?" muttered Vice.
"The one coming from that raised end? It's on fire."
"Well,
so it is," replied Mature, looking at the lit bomb. "Well, whatever
it is, we don't need it." Without thinking, she tossed it over her
shoulder and walked off with Vice, looking for more
people.
The bomb dropped a little ways away from the duo and
slid down a sandy slope. It bumped into the heel of a man, who
picked it up, curiously.
--
Dan is now in possession
of a lit
bomb.
3...
2...
1...
Dan is now
in possession of spent dynamite.
What goes around, comes around!
Tingle, 3 A-votes, 1
R-vote, 1 Special.
And it's off to bed for me!
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Three A-votes, oops.
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"Bountiful Golden Tri-Pansey"
***Access Denied***
"...It was working only
a few minutes ago. Could CC have closed it this soon?" Kite lifted
his arm and pointed his fist at the circular town gate. Using his
left hand, he pulled the item he received from the virus infected
monster he had killed only minutes ago. It was a virus core,a nd a
rare virus core at that. He then inserted it into the translucent
bracelet, closed his fist and selected the Gate Hacking skill. After
doing so, the town distorted and vanished.
Kite let his body
dangle as he let the bracelet do its work. It dragged him through
the gate, and into the usual transfer subspace, which was black and
empty except for the occasional data stream. First left, then right,
then straight up, the bracelet dragged Kite around the CC company's
defenses and toward the forbidden area. In front of him, Kite could
see the entrance gate.
"Almost there." Kite
muttered.
But he muttered too soon.
Still using the
bracelet to move, Kite felt a slight turbulation. The bracelet began
to stop spinning and Kite began to feel himself slowing down. Mere
feet away from the gate, the twin blade began to fall straight down.
He almost cried out, but he soon got a hold of himself.
It's only a game, after all. Being
loud would only wake the folks. Did the CC company know I was here?
They couldn't have stopped the bracelet like that.
...What
should I do? Resetting the system could only harm my character, and
after what happened to Orca, I'd rather not.
Kite
began shaking his wrist and selecting the gate hacking skill again.
Despite his efforts, however, it wouldn't start. All he could do was
wait.
After several minutes of falling in the net, Kite saw a
small light below him. "Is it a monster?"
I won't lose here. I'm too
close.
Lifting his daggers, he prepared to cut
straight through whatever was hiding in the light. Seconds before
contact, however, the game's framerate dropped immensely. Surprised
by the change in speed, Kite ducked and fell straight forward,
dropping him onto ground.
He got up slowly and dusted the
sand from his shoulders. "W-where is this?" Kite looked around in
shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. "These graphics are
amazing..."
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Blade of Vengeance
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"H...."
His hands were twitching. His heart was
pounding. His mind was racing. He panted rapidly, still nearly
exhausted from trying to avoid that thing (and failing
miserably, he realized in a rather dusty corner of his
mind).
"H...h....h-h-h-h...."
His head whipped from
left to right, his mind barely able to comprehend that he was
somewhere else. Nearly hyperventilating, his eyes wide in their
sockets, his whole body arrested with tension, he found himself
quite unable to think.
"H-h-h-h-h-ho...ho..."
White
panic grasped his mind in a ninjutsu death grip. His eyes blinked
once... twice... he took one more furtive
glance....
"...holy....ho....ho.... HOLY FUCKING ZEN!!!!!!!"
And with that
rousing expletive, he toinged off in a flash, as he zooming off like
a squirrel on crack (and accidentally bumping into a couple people).
He continued on like this for several moments, blind with fear,
until his aching legs simply would not hold him up any more. He
collapsed in the desert dust... but strangely, he noticed, very
little had been kicked up. What the crap is going on here? How
the hell did I get outside? I must've run... well, damn far, but
geez...wait a minute, why are people walking THROUGH me? And as
the white-hot panic began to set his mind ablaze again, all of a
sudden, he heard a voice pierce through his
consciousness:
Weren't you
listening? You fool! You never pay attention when you need
to!
The voice of his master, of course. He never
was rid of that voice, even if the man to whom it belonged was long
dead. Instantly he felt the familiar rush of emotions--fear,
loathing, a dull hatred, the desire to please. Oh, how he hated
those feelings, the black weight of them in his stomach... but he
shut them away for the moment, listening intently to his master's
words.
A ninja must ALWAYS be aware
of his surroundings. He must observe and perceive all that occurs
about him. If he does not, he has failed, and his life is
forfeit--ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?
"Hai, Shisho."
he muttered. No one heard.
...very
well. It is clear that you are listening. But WERE you
listening?
"What do you mean?"
When you were first brought here. Were you paying
attention then? Did you scope out the surroundings? Did you pay
attention to the words spoken?
"Master, I... I
can't..."
Calm yourself, Chipp.
Focus. Reach inside yourself, and
remember.
"Master... m-m-m-"
I SAID CALM YOURSELF
DAMMIT!
Surprisingly enough, this mental
kick-in-the-pants actually did help him calm down. He immediately
began to slow himself down, taking deeper breaths, closing his eyes,
and slowly... slowly... reaching into himself, exhaling the
tension...
...and there it was. There he was again, between
worlds for a timeless moment, the cold touch of the rain replaced
with the searing desert heat. There he was, in that strange room, on
that altar, hearing the voice of Daisetsu, talking of wars and
spirits and godhood--
--godhood? What the
zen?
MENTAL REWIND
quote:
He moved towards the door. "I've told you what you're here for--to
aid us in our assualt on Naclos. That's hardly all of it, however.
The prophecy states that all of those summoned was chosen because
they have potential."
"Potential to do what?" The voice was
very small, and it came from a young woman at the back at the
crowd. Her eyes were frightened--As they should be... Damn. Gods,
forgive me for performing this act.
"The potential... to
become a god."
...wow. So if I kick some ass in this thing,
I become, like, a Buddha or something?
...something like that....
...well,
then, it looks like it's time to kick some ass and go to heaven! Or
something.
Chipp left to his feet, kicking up maybe two
or three dust particles, and strolled/floated down the sandy
streets, unnoticed by many....
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1 A-Vote to Setsuna 1 A-Vote to Kyosuke (this from the "bumping into a couple
people" part)
Chipp Zanuff R1 Stats: 4
A-votes 4 R-votes 1 Ability
Chipp is in a far
corner of the town, but is heading back to the altar room at
present.
Note: Chipp is NOT schizophrenic; nor is the dead
spirit of his master reaching him beyond the grave. It's more like,
a deeper part of his psyche--the part that was listening while he
was sitting around thinking about Japanese verb conjugations and
proper use of formality--is manifesting as the mental voice of his
master. Or something. Forgive this voice if it sounds just like
another cliched "ancient martial arts master".
TT
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 10:45
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Jellomancer
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We're here...
Again.
And
joined.
From the beginning now.
Amethyst looked
down at himself, noting he could see the floor through his foot.
Sighing inwardly, he ran a quick stock of his
faculties.
Swords, guns, fists... all virtually useless
right now. Magic... Might tickle a corporeal being, with Tower maybe
giving him a minor sunburn.
This
sucks.
Oh, pipe
down.
His mind reacted to the flare of magic in
the near distance. Figuring it would be unsettling to walk through
them, he stepped carefully around a few other ghostly participants
and through a wall. He promptly found he was neck-deep in a sand
dune. Sighing again, he walked towards the source of the magic, not
bothering to conform to the shape of the sand dunes.
He stuck
his head through the wall of a building just in time to hear a
resigned voice say, "Try it again..." and see a candle explode like
a bag of water with a hand grenade in it. He was not in time to
dodge the large blob of wax that slammed directly through his face,
leaving a vaguely face-shaped splat on the wall.
Amethyst
blinked and looked at the rather sheepish mage who was staring at
him through a wax-splattered face shield. Amethyst smiled and
stepped the rest of the way through the wall. "You appear to be
having a little problem with control."
A grumpy woman in
slightly scorched robes stood up from behind an upturned table. "Him
and 80 percent of the students in this academy! He's pracitcally the
worst, though. Most of the other students have at least gone on to
blowing up bigger things. Aravan here's still on the candle
cantrip."
Amethst looked at the younger mage. "Aravan, is it?
Let's see... You have enough raw talent, you could be great... It's
just control. Here, show me what you were doing." He pointedly
ignored the teacher diving behind the table again. Aravan raised his
hand, fingers spread wide.
"Stop."
Aravan looked at
Amethyst, puzzled. The purple-clad mage pointed at the outstretched
hand. "Is that the standard form?"
"N-no, I'm just
aiming..."
"Ah." Amethyst smiled. "There's your problem.
You're setting the dispersal too wide. Your mind interprets the
spread hand as the need for a wide blast of spell energy. Try
pointing. Line your finger right up with the wick of the candle,
then cast."
Shrugging, Aravan adjusted his robes, shifted his
feet, lowered the faceshield again, and pointed at the remaining
candle on the table. With his other hand, he made a twisting
gesture.
The candle wick glowed orange...
Then
red...
Then white-hot...
And then burst into flame,
flaring up for a moment before settling down into soft, gentle
combustion.
Amethyst broke into a wide grin. "Wonderful! Keep
practicing and you won't even need to point. Remember," he poked one
finger through the young mage's head, "It's all in the mind." He
pulled his finger back out and looked at it quizically. "Boy, that
felt weird. Sorry, just meant to tap you on the forehead."
He
walked casually past the dumbstruck teacher, leaned in, and
whispered, "You might want to work on his range a bit..." He pointed
surreptitiously at the wall behind the candle, where a small trickle
of molten glass was oozing down the sandy wall.
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The Mio Awakura Av
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So, how long do we stay like
this?
Until he's done with
his Yoga.
Geez. ...Let's
say we pass the time. You and I can't move, but, we can still play a
game, right?
Hulk enjoys
"Guess the Celebrity" when Banner is bored and plays
along.
...yeah, let's do
that. "Who am I?" Kyo said in his best Mike Tyson
voice.
Hulk says...you are...Donald
Duck.
...Donald. Donald
FUCKING DUCK?! YOU HAVE TO GOT TO BE KIDDING
ME!!!
"I'm sorry, but I'm not Moby. I just look
like him." Bruce explained to the disappointed Captain
Falcon.
"Aw...geez. ... Do you at least have any commercial
connections?"
"Well, um, I used to do a few spots for Hostess
snacks."
"Better than nothing I guess. But time is money, and
you're not worth one or the other! No offence of course!" Falcon
dashed away, remembering to chuck a Pepsi button pin at Bruce's
general direction.
"Who was that guy?..." Bruce decided to
get friendly and walk around and look at some of the people in this
party of odd people. And he stood directly in front of an odd man,
with a tan complexion and white hair which didn't suit his young
age.
HEY, BRUCE! STOP RIGHT
THERE!
Huh?
THAT GUY...HE'S LIKE ME! HE'S
K'!
Well, um, great.
"Say, a source
of mine tells me your familiar with a Kyo Kusanagi fellow.
..."
"Kyo? That FAKER?"
FAKER?! FAKER?! ME A FAKER?! I'M KYO KUSANAGI
DAMMIT!
No, you're just his
personality. Oh, I know now: you are ... Richard
Simmon!
Oh, you SHUT THE
HELL UP YOU GREEN GIMP!
"So I take it you're not
friendly with the fellow."
"Why'd you ask Mr...Moby? Are you
Moby?"
"Sorry, we just have the same barber. Anyway, can you
tell me all about this Kyo? I'm not familiar with
him."
"Other than he's a braggart loud-ass with an insatiable
thirst for getting beat down? Well, he was the leader of Team Japan
for a few years in the King of Fighters' tournament. But if you had
to ask that, I'm guessing you're not from the same world as we are.
That's not surpising. Look at all these freaks." K' spat at
the dusty ground.
LET ME A-VOTE THAT
BITCH IN THE LIP, RIGHT NOW!
R-Vote.
"I get what you mean."
Bruce took one more look at the mass of strangers in this desert
land. "Anyway, I'll be off. Good luck figuring this mess
out."
"...you too."
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Death roams next door
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Setsuna cleaned the blood from his mouth at Chipp's
attack. He gazed at the red smear on his hand, and suddenly broke
into maniacal laughter.
"You think this is enough to do
something against me, you fly? You will pay for your senseless
raging attack!"
Setsuna grabbed Chipp by the back of his
shirt as he was turning away, but Chipp reveresed by trapping
Setsuna in an armlock, and flipping him over his shoulder. Sestuna
landed on his feet, and responded quickly by kicking Chipp in the
stomach, and smacking his chin with the hilt of his sword.
"Here's a little taste of something...."
Setsuna
swiped his sword once upwards, crossing Chipp's chest, smashed him
in the face with a backfist, and ended with a double-cross slash
that ragged Chipp's body mail. Setsuna finished it off with an
electrified slash to the ribs that sent Chipp flying towards the
crowd. Setsuna sneered, and was about to sheet his sword when
suddenly he was bumped into by the little elf Tingle, who obviously
wasn't paying attention to his path.
"OW! Sorry there, kind
sir! I think I'll go on my way...."
"Yes, indeed...to hell,
twit!"
Setsuna grabbed the midget by the head, and began to
channel electricity through his skull. Setsuna grinned as the little
twerp twitched in pain, and Setsuna finally finished him off by
crashing him against the floor head first.
"So...you dare
cheat death? I think not!"
1 A-Vote to Chipp 1 A-Vote to
Tingle
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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Road Warrior
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: In your fridge,
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“That
little green bastard tried to hurt us.” Vice growled. “He’s dead.
Soooo dead.” The brunette carefully locked her eyes on the little
green-clad man who was currently floating away from
them.
“Please,” Mature said, “Allow me.” Smiling joyfully
Mature swept a hand quickly through the air, creating a fierce wind
sheer which quickly sliced through Tingle’s balloon, popping it
instantly and sending the would-be fairy plummeting to the ground.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she heard the unmistakable thump of Tingle
crashing into the ground. “Oh this is going to be
fun…”
“Hmph,” Vice snorted walking past her partner towards
the door. “Next one’s mine.”
A-Vote to
Tingle
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The Mio Awakura Av
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Bruce
heard a fight occuring behind him; and his little elf comrade had
been hit in the crossfire.
"The hell is going
on?"
"Good sir, that man with the white hair...what a
FIEND!"
"I forgot to thank you for the Game Boy
Advance."
"Don't mention it." Tingle scurried away. Bruce
walked behind Setsuna, who was in the middle of fierce combat.
"I don't appreciate what you did to that guy back
there."
"...I've been playing God lately. You see, He
shouldn't have to kill His people himself." Setsuna slashed at
Banner.
But Banner was not there. He was replaced by the
Savage Hulk, and the flesh wound caused by Setsuna's blade healed
within seconds.
"We don't see you killing
us soon." Hulk rocket punched Setsuna, and sent him
flying.
"Nice." said Chipp.
A-Vote!
Setsuna! R-Vote! Chipp!
EDIT!
R-Vote Chipp
deleted! R-Vote Tingle!
"Sorry Chipp. We
just thought Tingle needed it more."
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King Chapter 1: An Illusion of Self Section
1
Ugh. Where am I? The 60s?
King's
head swam as she finally regained the slow, but sure, capacity to
once again form coherent thoughts and images. However, she didn't
like what she saw when her vision stopped blurring, as everything
was a horrific panoply of psychedelic, swirling colors. Even worse,
she saw that she could see through herself.
So
these are what hangovers are like? All this because of that little
brat?
King sighed. While she was didn't quite understand
what was going, she was simply too jaded from both
tonight's--If it's even the same day--events and the journey
itself. Combined with the six plus drinks she had, or that she at
least thought she did, King would have been content with laying down
and going to sleep now. And King would have, had she not already
been laying down and had she not been able to see through her
eyelids.
Ah. This takes Hollow Man to a whole new level of
understanding.
She lay there, not even aware of her
surrounding until about two minutes later. That's when she heard
it.
"I've told you what you're here for--to aid us in our
assault on Naclos. That's hardly all of it, however. The prophecy
states that all of those summoned was chosen because they have
potential," a manly, disembodied voice said.
"Potential to do
what?" A familiar voice inquired. Rydia's.
So the little
brat is also here. Must be her doing. Even if isn't, wouldn't hurt
to beat the answer of... King's thoughts were interrupted by the
manly voice's reply.
"The potential... to become a
god."
The potential? To become a god? Or goddess, as is my
case? This is entirely too absurd to be real. I'm really going to
enjoy getting my hand on Rydia when I get up from
here.
The man's voice continued to drone on about
something about transcending diets, she couldn't really tell as she
attempted to blank her mind as much as possibly in an effort to
gather up her missing ki. Once she had muster up enough ki, she
rolled over, or rather, floated over on to her front, careful
not to press her breasts against the floor, and then came up on one
knee. This was then followed by another knee. King then gathered a
bit more ki and finally stood up, in all her pseudo-androgynous
pride. It was then that she realized the other people, or more
correctly, to the fact that some of these... entities weren't
exactly human looking, other shapes. It was the first time that she
was spoken to.
"...Hey, you in the bartender get up! Are you
related to Marcy D'arcy off of Married with Children? Ha ha,
YAHOOIE!" She turned to see the speaker, a middle-aged Asian man
wearing pink... who, though she didn't want to admit, looked
slightly similar to Ryo. He was standing in front of some green
juggernaut.
So androgyny attracts androgyny. She
mentally mused as the man's attention soon turned towards a pair of
women openly kissing and groping each other. And through she heard
an emphatic "WOOT!" come from the pink man, she was now as frozen as
the Hulk, with a stare just as blank.
This... this is
impossible. I witnessed their slaughter by Yagami years ago. And
yet... no. King's brain almost shut down as she attempted to
stop it from jumping the unfathomable conclusions, ones that she
could not sanely comprehend. And yet she would have to, as her body
would not allow her spin away from the sight of the blonde and
brunette Orochi couple.
"Vice and Mature..." King whispered
quietly herself. "You're supposed to be dead."
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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Superhero Sellout
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Captain's Log. 4-18-03. 11:12 PM Sponsored by
DVD Entertainment
After that unsuccessful flirting
attempt with Testament and making himself look like a complete fool
in front of Bruce Banner, Falcon was left to piece together his
fragile life. Then he remembered that he gets $50 for plugging
Nintendo products, so he decided to do that instead. Looking for
potential victims, errr... customers, it seems he came across a
young one.
'Hmmm... It seems I have come across a young
one. Teenage, male, the perfect person to market Nintendo to. But
first, I must establish myself.'
With that thought in
mind, the greatest super hero that ever lived jumped in front of the
boy, and struck a Ginyu Force style pose. 'Hello, my friend. Would
you like an autograph?'
'...aren't you that guy from Super
Smash Brothers?'
'Why yes. Yes I am. I was also in the F-Zero
games, and in three movies, to be exact. All while managing to save
the world several times over! I am... The one and only... the
GREAT... CAPTAIN! FALCOOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!'
The boy gave him
a blank, empty stare. Astonished at the ego of Captain
Falcon.
'Hmm... It seems he is astonished at the ***zage
of Captain Falcon. No surprise. Everyone else is.'
The
boy didn't even have to ask, Falcon instinctively knew that he
wanted an autograph, and the sellout was more than happy to comply.
The kid spoke.
'Umm... thanks... Weirdo. Anyway, my
name is Jason Guy Soe, and I see you have a Nintendo logo on your
leg. You a spokesman for them or something?'
'Why yes, I am.
Would you like one of their products? I don't mind at all, cause I'm
just that good.'
'Umm... if it's not too much trouble, you
wouldn't just-so-happen to have a GBA, would you? If it's not a
bother I mean.'
Falcon pulled out his bag from the anime
hammer space it is held in. 'Why yes, I do have a Game Boy Advance
in my gigantic bag of endorsment products, made by Sears. Let me
look for your Game Boy Advance. Ah, here it is. I hope you enjoy
your Game Boy Advance.'
'Why mention it so many times? It's
not like I don't know what you're giving me...'
'You wouldn't
understand, because like everyone else, you don't have the utter
mental prowess of the great Captain
Falcon!'
'...Right...'
Falcon walked off, continuing
his quest, the entire time thinking to himself. '[i]Hmmm... let's
see, Sears once, and Game Boy advance three times, that's $180
dollars if I'm not mistaken, which I never am.'
Falcon
blissfully walked out of the building, Jason took his autograph and
used it to blow his nose
with. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1
R-Vote to Jason, yeah, the GBA is just that good. 1
Plug-Vote to Sears. 3 Plug-Votes to
Nintendo.
with all this thinking, I think it's safe to say
that Falcon is completely FOCUSed on the task at
hand.
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:18
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Scarlet Rain Silence
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Feudal Japan
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Hisame Shizumaru -
1:2
Setsuna-san... Shizumaru glanced back
cautiously at the man who had approached him. His eyes surveyed him
carefully - though, certainly Japanese, the clothing seemed
drastically different - and Setsuna's eyes flicked back towards him
again, shooting a bullet of fright into him.
Masaka -
!! he shuddered. How did I not sense him myself?
Setsuna-san... he is a demon as well, and I did not feel his
prescence...? Peculiar...
Before turning away, Shizumaru
caught another glimpse of Setsuna, who had a satisfied smile on his
face, and was eyeing him with a sort of hunger - it terrified him,
and he fell back through the wall, desperate to get away from him.
It was undoubtedly one of the more unique experiences he'd had, to
simply glide along, wistfully, through solid wall, right into girls
-
- right into girls?
"G - gomen nasai!"
Shizumaru's face flared a bright red. "I apologize - I did not see
you before me..."
"Oh! No, no, it's my fault completely,"
the girl brushed back a lock of honey-blonde hair behind her ear,
and laughed nervously. "I should've moved out of the way -
"
"We both entered at the same time, I believe," Shizumaru
smiled faintly. "Daijoubu desu ka?"
"I'm alright,"
she got on her feet and instinctively brushed herself off. "But...
thank you for asking."
Shizumaru looked at her for a moment -
a long cape, simple dress, hair tied in place with a scarlet ribbon
- and, after hesitating a moment, chanced fate and stole a look into
her eyes. If I could not sense Setsuna straight away, then I
cannot be sure of every person I come across -
The
moment was tense, until Shizumaru brought his eyes away from hers.
This girl is no demon. Instead, he looked down at his chest
briefly, clutching his collar together even tighter to hide the glow
- but it did not stop his heart from its frenzied pounding that
Setsuna had left him with. With another glance at the girl for just
a mere moment, he bowed swiftly and was about to turn away
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"My name is Alma Beoulve. What's
yours...?"
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Using FOCUS, yo. :E
A-vote to
Setsuna (ohh, you could've made Shizu cry T___T)
R-vote to
Alma (ahh, Shizu can sense demons, but not angels )
a lonely
soul ____________________ moonlit skies speaker of silence
________________ candlelit town footsteps in the night
_____________ eyes cast in gloom utter reliance
____________________ a saddened frown
sweet serenity
__________________ shielded by innocence waits to be broken
_______________ hidden by beauty its mouth aghast
________________ the demon sleeps within a demon hath spoken
____________ destroying naievte
~ hisame shizumaru, survivor
x - oboeru mo ~
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:32
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Maester of Monsters
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Graveyard Within My
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Yuri Hyuga I -
Meet the Wildlife
In his
ten years as a monster hunter and wanderer, Yuri Hyuga had visited
most of the climates of his world. From the harsh icelands of
northern Russia to the low plains of China, from the mountains of
India to the forests of Mongolia, he's seen most of what the world
had to offer. True, he hadn't always liked what he'd seen or had
time to stop and enjoy the scenery, but at least he was vaguely
familiar with them.
However, this was his first encounter
with desert and he wasn't enjoying it in the
slightest.
"Aaaaaaggkkh.... sppppt!" he spat, hawking up a
ball of spit and aiming at a narked-off scorpion who was scuttling
across the floor and trying to cut through his steel-lined boots.
The point of this spitting was trying to get rid of the sand that
continually deposited itself in his mouth, as well as trying to
relieve a little tension.
Why in the hells did their
not-entirely-stable hosts have to drag them all off to a place like
this, instead of somewhere vaguely interesting? Dangerous, fine.
Dark, fine. Depressing, fine. But this place was so boring!
There wasn't really anything to do or look at unless you liked sand,
and Yuri's opinion of the bitter yellow stuff wasn't that high to
start with. Sighing, Yuri folded his arms and looked around for
anything - anything - to do.
Meanwhile the scorpion,
apparently ignoring Yuri's constant attempts to drive it off with
target practice, worked its way through a side seam.
"Hmmm...
I guess I ought to see who else got roped into this mess," he
murmured under his breath, watching some of the other contestants.
Maybe some of them didn't know what they were letting themselves in
for - not that they'd had any more choice in being dragged here than
he had, o'course, but at least he had some idea of what godliness -
Pain happened.
"Owwwww!! LET GO, you little
Vanderikt!" Yuri screamed at the scorpion, flailing around with his
foot as the arachnid (or whatever species the stupid thing was) hung
on with one large claw wedged into the Russian's boot. He got
several strange looks from passerbys as he apparently danced like a
loon in the middle of the street, then finally sent the thing flying
with a mighty heave as gravity got the better of it.
"Hah!
You're going to pay for that," he shouted, regaining his footing
then running after the scorpion, which had hit a wall and rebounded
off onto the floor. It wasn't moving and he intended to make that a
permanent condition, and Yuri leapt with both feet and a yell to
come down hard on the scorpion's back.
There was a distinct
lack of a crunching noise. There was also a distinct lack of solid
ground beneath his feet.
Yuri's eyes widened. "No
way..."
The thing was actually alive, intact, and sitting
quite happily under his heavy boots with his full weight balanced on
top. For a moment Yuri stood in shock like a circus balancing act,
then stumbled backwards as the scorpion hooked its claws into the
ground and dragged itself forwards a little. Aside from a
very minor dent in its black shell, it didn't seem in the
slightest bit damaged.
"Yeesh... this is weird," Yuri
muttered as the slightly bemused scorpion wandered off. "They can
hurt us, but we can't hurt them?" Shaking his head, even if the
location was drab as anything, the occupants could be prove to be a
bit more interesting.
People like
you. People who plan out every little detail of their
lives.
You could never understand me.
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:33
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Grab your asses and run!
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Maya Amano 1:2
The view was pleasant. The
smell was awful. These thought were what filled Maya’s head. The
place was a desert, or more correctly, a desert city. The populous
made no recognition that she existed as she passed by, and through,
them. She was unaware of where she walked, and what she stepped
through. She was caught in awe. She was a stranger to a strange
place, but did not feel the least bit afraid, which was most likely
due to the fact that there was nothing to be afraid of.
It
took her a moment to realize that she had no clue where she was, or
how to get back to the place she started. Frowning in thought, she
looked around to see how she could get back. She couldn’t ask the
people here for directions, as they didn’t exist on the same plane
as her. No, she’d have to find someone who was also a ‘contestant’
of this ‘tournament’.
Around her was nothing but emptiness
and a large building. She took a slow walk towards it. The door was
opened, and out walked a man dressed in the most peculiar attire. He
wore a blue skintight suit, maybe spandex, with banana yellow gloves
and boots. He wore a red helmet which covered his eyes. He looked
human, and walked in a cocky and proud fashion.
Maya eyes
widened when she saw him, and she burst out in
laughter.
"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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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:34
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
world filled with grief. Take your pick
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Setsuna crossed his arms and gazed at a window, staring
at the barren desert ahead of him. Setsuna thought it was funny that
he had been taken to such a faraway place like this, in the middle
of nowhere. Setsuna was then approached by some man dressed in blue
and wearing a red helmet. He constantly began to shove a GBA in his
face.
"Hey, dude, don't look so grim! I bet what you need is
some fun...PORTABLE fun! And I have the perfect chance for you! I'll
even throw in some Pokemon shit and a free Pepsi to go with
it!"
Setsuna did not even flinch.
"So...you're a picky
one, eh? How 'bout if I give you probably some Yugi-Oh cards to go
with it?"
Setsuna grabbed Captain Falcon by the neck, and
pulled him near him.
"If you appreciate your miserable
existence...get the hell out of my face...your pathetic life is
starting to steal away my air!"
Setsuna stabbed Falcon in the
shoulder with his sword, hoisted him high, and dangled him out of
the window.
"I hope that contraption of yours can also make
for safe landings!"
Having said that, Setsuna flashed his
sword with a streak of lightning, that sent Falcon flying away down
to the busy streets below. Setsuna made a sneer, and turned around,
to face 2 classy secretaries gazing at him. They both had sly grins
in their faces. One was blond...wearing a white-gray dress. The
other lady dressed in the exact same dress type, black-red this
time, and had short brown hair.
"Nice show there, handsome
boy..." whispered Mature.
"And you are...?"
"We make
the questions around here, swordsman!", Vice roared.
Setsuna
gave Vice a grim staredown.
"I sincerely hope those aren't
your daily manners, lady. Watch your tongue...as it can be easily
your downfall...."
Vice made an unpleasant smirk at Setsuna.
"Now, now Vice...don't scare our new friend here. We just
wanted to reafirm our praisal of your abilities, dark one. Now, if
you don't mind...."
Mature bowed, and left. Vice spit at
Setsuna's feet. Setsuna just gloated.
1 A-Vote to
Falcon
Want to take
me on another time? Sorry, life is too short to wait for your brain
to assimilate your stupidity.
*First Champion of SRK Survivor
Tournament - Character: Rock Howard *6th place in SRK Survivor
Tournament II - Character: Kibagami Genjuro *6th place in SRK
Character Battle Poll - Character: Flik
She once believed in
every story he had to tell. One day she differed, took the other
side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escaped, one is left in side the rails. He who
forgets will be destined to remember.
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:43
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Tetragene
 Registered: Feb 2003 Location: Energy Nede
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Channeru sugu ni kaechau mitai ni ne, Me no mai no
riaru kara nigeteta....
Save another goddamn world.
The potential to become a
god.
Noncorporeal.
Right.
"....I need a drink,"
Opera muttered to no one in particular. "Badly."
Luckily,
her bag, and even more importantly, her energy rifle, the
Kaleidoscope, had been brought with her. At least the dimbulbs who'd
brought her here had THAT much decency, to provide her with a means
of defending herself. And of getting pleasantly drunk right
now.
Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd say I was already
drunk, and this whole thing was just the result of me accidentally
swilling some of that horrible Sambai 'tea' Noel made. Shit. The guy
may be good with animals, but can't brew any decent liquor for the
life of him. Note to self: never, EVER let him near our grain
supplies again. Leave that to me or Ern....hell, even Dias isn't
half bad, though he never bothers to taste any. You'd think with a
past like that....but, eh. To each their own....and where the fuck
is MY Ishidaya 'tea' that I brewed a couple hours ago, before going
to bed? And attempting to sleep, which was ever so rudely
interrupted by this sudden transport....ah! There we
go!
Locating the familiar teal bottle amidst the large,
varied and horribly disorganized inventory that was contained in her
bag, Opera frantically uncorked it and downed half its contents in
one go.
Thank heavens we restocked our ingredient
supplies in Central City before heading to L'Aqua. With that and
whatever food we have in here, at least I won't starve to death.
Heh. Frankly, that's probably the last of my worries. Damn you,
Daisetsu, whoever the hell you are. Of all the times you could
dragged me away....I'm needed elsewhere, you shithead! The entire
universe is at stake here, I belong with the rest of the people
trying to save it! With Ern....
....
If your enemies
don't kill you, Daisetsu, I'll finish the fucking job
myself.
Downing the rest of the Ishidaya 'tea', Opera
flung the empty bottle at the wall, then stormed out of the room,
her heels for once making no sound on the cold
floor.
Go to the
light Kuyashisa mo zenbu kizameru tsuyosa o daite Ikutsu no
yo ake mo koeteku Watashi to iu arika mitsukeru tame....
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Posted: 04-18-2003 , 11:50
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Jellomancer
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A few
minutes later...
Amethyst stood at the peak of a sand dune,
listening to the soft sounds of the desert. In actuality, the soles
of his shoes were about a centimeter below the surface of the sand.
He stood, eyes closed, listening. His eyes opened a moment before a
voice behind him spoke.
"...Out of my way."
A light
smirk spread across Amethyst's lips. "Why?"
"You are in my
way."
"There is full twenty feet on either side of me. If you
wish to pass, all you must do is walk 3 feet to the left or
right."
"Do you not know who you are speaking
to?"
"No. Why should I?"
"Then know that it is Setsuna
who slays you where you stand."
A blade hissed through the
air behind Amethyst, aimed in a skull-cleaving blow. As the sword
neared his head, Amethyst dropped into the sand, causing the dark
spirit to overbalance slightly.
Setsuna recovered quickly,
looking around for the mage. A tap on his shoulder spun him around
in time to see a shadow drop behind a sandy dwelling. He raised his
sword to attack...
And Amethyst rose from the sand behind him
with a soft hiss of falling silica, lips working in silent
evocation, hands outstretched.
"Flash Sphere..."
An
irresistable force lifted Setsuna and flung him through a nearby
sand dune.
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A-vote to Setsuna
Lantis,
you are not omniscient. You are not omnipotent. And I fervently hope
you are not TranceGredge. Either way, it's annoying. I would like to
ask you to limit yourself to in-character knowledge at least. It
helps the believability of the story. While it is possible you could
discern people's names instantly upon meeting them, I find it
incredibly unlikely that they will know yours, I don't think they'd
automatically get out of your way just because you're a badass in
your home game, and I'm pretty sure they'll fight back while you
attack. That's my opinion, but from the reactions I'm seeing, other
people feel about the same way.
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Ratio 4 Vanessa Abuser
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"Dammit, stuck in hellhole-city again."
Kalten
glared moodily at the people he'd agreed to assist Daisetsu in
summoning, mostly out of obligation to the Wind An'ven; that bastard
must have some friends in high places for them to be on such good
terms with the Nation of the Flame. Now, the fool's idiocy had done
little much but spawn more idiots.
Fuck, I hate that guy.
So damned idealistic, even though he doesn't have a clue what he's
getting himself into.
He'd listened to that 'speech'
Daisetsu had made earlier, and it'd been weeks since he'd heard
something so blasted awful. If anything, it likely confirmed in
those people's minds that they had gone nuts.What's with him? You
don't APOLOGIZE when you speak to a group of people... Why the fuck
did I have to get stuck with him?
The sun beat
relentlessly down on the irritated archer's exposed neck, face, and
arms, sucessfully superheating the rest of his clothing, and
irritating him further. Does he honestly believe in that prophecy
bullshit? The only use I see in these guys is front-line fodder when
we smash Naclos open. They'll regenerate anyway, so why the hell
not?
He sighed as he looked at the tiny sand village from
atop the Academy building. "So miserable... Would Kyon'en have been
as strong as Soujo'en if they'd gotten their true land after the
Exodus?"
His annoyed mood fading temporarily, Kalten jumped
down from the rooftop--a good 4 stories up--and landed on the
ground, not missing a beat as he walked forwards.
Being
bored's no good. The sooner I take my mind off things, the sooner
we'll be out of here...
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Kalten is
available for interaction.
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Death roams next door
 Registered: Mar 2001 Location: Between hell and a
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quote:
Originally posted by Amethyst Lantis, you are not
omniscient. You are not omnipotent. And I fervently hope you are
not TranceGredge. Either way, it's annoying. I would like to ask
you to limit yourself to in-character knowledge at least. It helps
the believability of the story. While it is possible you could
discern people's names instantly upon meeting them, I find it
incredibly unlikely that they will know yours, I don't think
they'd automatically get out of your way just because you're a
badass in your home game, and I'm pretty sure they'll fight back
while you attack. That's my opinion, but from the reactions I'm
seeing, other people feel about the same way.
Geez, man, calm the shit down. What is so wrong
by acting within the character's personality attributes? Have you
even played Last Blade 2? If not, shut the fuck up. What would you
expect from a guy who has nothing more than hatred for every single
living being in the world? Because that is what Setsuna feels...he
is an embodiment of dead souls, for crying out loud. And I'm just
trying to interact with other characters' as best as possible. It's
not like I go and beat the shit out of everybody (as you may have
noticed). I have done the same shit for the past 2 Survivors, what
makes this any different? Just because the character is a badass,
doesn't mean you have to whine about it.
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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